I am a little bit obsessed with this film. I watched it when I was fourteen, was majorly disturbed and intrigued by it, and a day doesn't go by when I don't think about it. Since my first viewing (I have watched it about nine times,) I have written several letters to the director, have written multiple reviews, and follow the lead actor, Leo Bill, on Twitter. Am I coming of as slightly pathetic. My counselor surprisedly mention that I have been obsessing over this film for near four years. Yeah, it sounds pretty bad when you put it like that.
I really want to watch the "Human Centipede" movies, but my mom would rather throw herself in front of a moving truck than let me watch them. Apparently, obsessive personalities and Human Centipedes don't mix.
I have a speech... thing. It's not as significant as a lisp or a stutter, but I can't pronounce my 'R's very well, so I say my name, Sarah, like 'Sawa.' I also pronouce 'problem' like 'prollum.' I have gone to speech therapy for this, but to no avail.
I used to have a major problem with religion due to my OCD and vulnerability to judgement. I used to stew over what Hell would be like and just how long it would take me to get there. I still have a problem with Religious Conservatives, but I try to accept everyone. However, religion is a topic I'd rather not discuss.
P.S. I have not seen this film. I don't generally like documentaries.
"The Lovely Bones" is my favorite book, although I feel like something was lost in translation when it was adapted by Peter Jackson. The writing is beautiful. However, I will not read "Lucky" by Alice Sebold all the way through because it is so graphic.
I remember a lot of my dreams. I can recall and describe at least one dream I had the night before almost every morning. My dreams are psychosexual, abstract, and mostly just plain don't make any sense.
P.S. "Paprika" is better than "Inception," by the way.
I have won several spelling bees. On the last one (which I flunked,) I was distracted by an abrasive fellow Aspergian with a poor sense of body space. He won. TO this very day, I think I could have won had the parents made sure I was harrassment-free.
I have an awful temper, although not the degree that the kid in this had an awful temper (I don't beat people with baseball bats.) Not only that, I never get over certain things that happen to me, even things that might seem fairly minor to other people.
When I was little, I had a crush (my first) on a blonde fellow homeschooler, Emmett. One afternoon, a bully threw food at Emmett's sister and Emmett and Emmett hit the kid in the stomach with a stick. The bully's mom was pissed. Boo f**king hoo, lady. Control your rugrat.