I met up with Lilith today. We just bummed out for the most part. We started with a late pho lunch, ran an errand, then had a bit of sweets. We picked up Pac-Man and watched “The Terminal“.
It’s a pretty cute flick. Tom Hanks, as usual, played his part very well. Meanwhile, Catherine Zeta-Jones is just plain hot. Heck, she was reason enough to watch the movie, but as it turns out, the movie is actually pretty good.
Mind you, the story itself, though based on a supposed “true story”, was a bit fabricated. However, it wasn’t so much the story that sold me, as it was the little storylines within the movie. At certain parts of the movie I was rather disappointed that people in the audience didn’t catch the funny jokes being played out.
It brings me to me point of the evening. I am such a wealth of useless information. I’ve never known me to be smart, though all my life people say that I am. My marks in school would always support my argument. However, my folks and teachers alike would complain that I have so much more potential. What I don’t understand is how they can claim I am so smart, but I can’t seem to get anywhere with my schooling?
Okay, so what do I know? I know that I’m not smart. But, I do seem to know a lot more than a lot of people around me. A jack of all trades, but master of none. I seem to know a little about this, and a little about that – but never a lot about either.
What I seem to excel at most, is the collection of information that nobody cares to know about. WHY? I haven’t a clue. I seem to collect information that doesn’t matter to anyone. I know things that is of no benefit to me.
*OI!* … what’s the point?