The second time

This is not a commentary. This is a diary.
I promised myself I was only gonna watch this movie in theater once. But ever since I watched the pirate some foreigner recorded with the terrible subtitles, I got an urge to go see it again. Even more after I finished reading book one of the trilogy, which was the other day. But I suppressed it every time, keeping my promise. Then the loss of my iPhone pushed me over the edge. I went with my instincts and did what I wanted most badly to do--watch my beloved movie adapted from the books I love like crazy.
Again, I made thorough plans and stuck to them. I got up early, bought my ticket almost as soon as the theater opened(it wasn't the first ticket sold--row 9 and row 11 each had four seats occupied, so I took the middle seat of row 10--but it was good enough, and everything was close to perfection. My only complaints would be that firstly, I had a hot dog and some orange juice for brunch, so I couldn't shake off the feeling of wanting to go to the bathroom throughout the movie; secondly, although I was the only one in my row, those eight people before and behind me were extremely loud and annoying. I'm so thankful that people weren't like this when I watched the movie for the first time. There wasn't any excessive noise though I was surrounded by people, who laughed and cried on cue. Nevertheless, I stayed as attentive as I could and got what I came for. Tears pooled in my eyes several times, even when I didn't expect them--such as the moment they projected pictures of dead tributes on the first day--and surprisingly, I finally produced a visible tear, at the fourth time of watching the movie. In spite of the circumstances. It happened when Rue died, of course. The tear slid right out of my right eye, slowly down my face, and I wiped it away on my cheek.
Last time, I left shortly after Taylor's song was over. This time, I remained seated until the last minute. Until the screen went black and there was nothing but resounding silence. A gentle English song started playing while I was walking toward the exit.
This bizarre, magical world Suzanne Collins created is contagious and addictive. Again, I felt as if I were Katniss after the movie--sharp-thinking, organized, under control, brave.
The more I see her Katniss, the more affection I feel for Jennifer Lawrence. I don't find her beautiful or attractive or sexy, but I still can't help falling for her; the screen was so giant that I could detect every flaw on her skin, yet I just couldn't keep my eyes off of her face, her expressive blue eyes for one second. It's impossible for me to imagine any other Katniss now.
By the way, what Jennifer said about never going on a diet and confidence being the most important for girls to gain respect was so close to my heart that it made me admire and love her even more. Thanks to her, I began to accept my figure after years of self-contempt. Thanks to her, I tasted the flavor of confidence for the first time in years. Thank you for that, my dear Jennifer.