best fictional couples of all time!

Just a little something I've been thinking about lately...

1) Belle and the beast from "beauty and the beast" This is my favorite disney movie ever ^.^ I love these two because both of them were total freaks who found each other. I respect Belle more than I respect the other disney princesses, too, because she waited to find someone she loved rather than settling for the first man who showed an interest in her.

2) Seymour and Audrey from "Little shop of Horrors" I just love how un-superficial this couple is. Seymour is this awkward, gangly little thing, and Audrey is this sexy blonde chick, but they don't care about each others appearance-Audrey likes Seymour because he's so much nicer than her last, abusive boyfriend, and Seymour likes Audrey because he's worked with her for a long time and got to know her, so he knows that she's hot AND nice. They're so cute.

3) Nick and Norah from "Nick and Norah's infinite playlist" Book, not movie. I just love how you can see them bonding more and more as the night goes on. This is just a great book.

4) Aladdin and Jasmine from "Aladdin" Aladdin is hot. He is my disney crush. And mad props to Jasmine, again, for rejecting all those asshole suitors in favor of finding someone she actually likes.

5) Princess Mia and Michael from "The Princess Diaries" BOOK SERIES, NOT MOVIE! Books by Meg Cabot, and they're fantabulous. They just fit so well together. And he puts up with all of her crazy stuff. Maybe I can just relate with Mia a lot (I am also a vegetarian who writes in her diary at almost all waking hours, and a lot of the stuff she says sounds like something I would say). And she talks about him in a cheesy way, but it's funny, not annoying.

6) Tye and Travis from "Clueless" At the end of the movie, I mean. She has morphed into this snobby popular chick (which is so NOT what Cher was telling her to do. Cher would never say "you're a virgin who can't drive" to someone), and he's this ex-stoner with scraggly hair who skates, and for a while Tye was being a bitch to him, but at the end she's like "OMG TRAVIS IS LYKE SOOO KEWL!" and it doesn't matter that they chill with different crowds. Or that they're both side characters.

Yeah, there are more, but these are the top 6 :)

publishing my scientific findings...

I have a friend, the delightfully frustrating Nik, who is the scrawniest fellow ever. Like, this kid is TINY.

So, i figured out that the proportions of Nik compared to those of a regular teenaged boy is almost the same as those of a fun-sized snicker bar compared to a full-sized snickers bar (I was only 1.5 centimeters off in my estimation!)

Call it a stupid waste of time, but i enjoyed my little experiment :) See, kids? Math IS useful when you are trying to prove that your friend is a mutant.

Things that make me happy...

Due to the high stress of the weekend, I am trying to stay cheerful, so im making a list of things that make me happy. If anyone has more ideas, feel free to add them.
-Black espresso
-Elvis Costello
-Charlie Sheen quotes (anyone who hasnt heard the songified charlie sheen interviews should look up "songified-a song written by charlie sheen" on youtube)
-comics (particularly people with little morals who email their own downloaded copies to me so i dont have to actually buy OR steal anything)
-graphic novels (also expensive, but more worth it, because unlike comics, they take more than 10 seconds to read)
-New books
-Impossible shapes (drawing them and looking at them)
-listening to the radio (TV is for lame people)
-old gadgets (in college, when my mom isnt keeping me from buying awesome things because they take up too much space in our tiny apartment, i plan to own an N-64 as my video game system, a typewriter (along with my computer) to type things on, and a record player (my grandmother, who used to be cool, is going to give me all of her old records. She actually has the original broadway recordings of Evita AND Sweeny Todd in record form)
-broadway soundtracks.
-sour patch kids (best thing in the world)
-chocolate covered almonds.


thats enough for now because it is time for coffee.

Thanksgiving.

Those pilgrims were douchebags.

I'm a vegetarian, and the slaughter of thousands, maybe even millions of turkeys, makes me want to cry.

And, of course, my family gatherings are totally bogus (tonight, my grandmother forgot to check the expiration date on the milk she used in the mashed potatoes, which I, of course, ate a gigantic mountain of because I love potatoes and my mushroom gravy turned out great this year, so I ate a ton of potatoes while my family just ate tiny amounts.... Guess who just got done vomiting?).

BUT...

THINGS I AM THANKFUL FOR:

-Megan, Zoe, Tommy, Danny. These are the four people who are best at cheering me up when I'm ready to lose my mind :). In tommys case, he does so just by existing; Megan is the most wonderful person, like,ever; Danny can be kind of cynical at times, but sometimes that's better than an overly optimistic person when you feel like shit; and Zoe is just fun to hang out with.

-mah sistah. Me and her tend to bond the most at family gatherings, and I would have been pounding my head against the wall today if it wasn't for her being there.

-the rocky horror picture show. It brings me happiness in a way that I can't even explain. Every time I hear the time warp, or even when someone says "it's astounding", i get really excited and cant help but be happy. It might be because of all the positive things I associate with it-spending time with my friends, staying out late, wearing fishnets, ordering sandwiches at 3 am, sleeping in a big pile on the living room floor, watching Tommy and Danny cuddle, waking up and going to work the next morning tired out of my skull but thinking "that was so much fun"... Whatever causes it, I'm glad it exists, because without it my teenage years would suck.

-neurons. How often do you thank your neurons for all the hard work they do for you? They're up there in our brain, working so hard to allow us to do stuff, and most people don't even think about them. Thank you, cute little neurons, for everything you do for me!

-my independent study on child and adolescent psychology. It's so incredibly interesting. Brains are so cool.

-clams. They're great.

-the vegetarians of the world!!!! You all deserve major props. Were doing good stuff.

-foreign accents. They make everything more fun.

-technology. Rip steve jobs-if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have an iPad to post this from.

-sesame street. Yeah, I watch it from time to time. It brings me back to when I was little and everything was simple.

-indoor plumbing. The only thing worse than getting sick at thanksgiving dinner would be getting sink and having to throw up in a chamber pot or whatever.



There's a lot more, but those are the top ones that came to mind. Go be thankful.

Decision making time.

All my life I have identified as Christian, because I like what the bible says about how we should treat people. I like the idea of god being accepting of everyone and basically loving everyone (except like hitler or someone equally evil).


However, late give gotten really fed up with the way Christians have been acting. I'm not saying all of them act this way, but a lot of them seem to be using jesus's name as an excuse to act like total douchebags and accuse everyone who does something they don't quite understand of being destined for hell. I ask you, what kind of way to behave is that?



Because of these horrible atrocities that are being committed, everyone who identifies themselves as Christian is being treated like a complete asshole. True, this is by people who have never read the bible and are going off of how they see the extremists act. But I still do bot condone any of this behavior!



I just might start identifying myself with the church if the flying spaghetti monster. I still believe in god, but I don't like how Christians are acting now, including some of the people at my church. And anyway, I don't see why od can't look like a giant flying spaghetti monster.



I might give it a shot.

ughhhhhhh... i dont wanna........

I have to do this stupid presentation for psych class :P I so dont want to do this.

It's not that i dislike psych class-its probs my favorite, because it so interesting. but i dont want to be working on this right now! I want to be working on my halloween costume gal dang it!!!!!!!!!!

By the way, I made a pair of fairy wings out of duct tape. I just need to put some wire in them so they stay up better, and maybe a nifty design. Yes, I'll post a picture :)

OK, i really shouldnt be procrastinating. time to get this mofo DONE!

'cause you had a bad day, you're taking one down, you sing a sad song just to turn it around...

I feel like crying for some reason. I'm just incredibly overwhelmed with everything. Ugh. Can I please just have like a couple hours to sleep?!? I was up until 2 am last night working on my homework because my partner in a project made me do the work that he said he was going to do!

.....anyway. I'm just complaining.

a song for you all, so this isnt a total waste of a post.

poetry time!

So who here has seen Dead Poets Society?

Total downer of a movie, right? Honestly, I didn't like it very much.

But I had to write a paper on it for Psych class anyway :P

While I was exploring the character of Todd, I was reminded of the poem he wrote in English (after the "yawp" thing), and so I went ahead and looked it up, and I must say I like it very much. So I put it here for y'all to read, as my first poem for this entry...

“I close my eyes and this image floats beside me
The sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brains
His hands reach out and choke me
And all the time he’s mumbling
Truth, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
You push it, stretch it, it will never be enough
Kick it beat it, it will never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying,
it will just cover your face
as you wail and cry and scream.”

Nifty, huh? excellent usage if metaphors and imagery and stuff.

Ok, on to the next poem. You guys have heard of beatniks, right? Well, the beat poets were kinda nifty I guess. The only one I ever really got into was Allen Ginsberg.... and man, is that guy nifty. One of my favorite poems of his is "america" (no, its not patriotic). So here's that one...

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.

I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.

Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic.

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Kinda lengthy... but man, that guy is deep.

Now for one I just read in english class- the rime of the aincent mariner. Since it's 38 or so pages long I won't post it here, but I highly suggest heading to a library and picking up a copy-it was really beautiful.

thats all for tonight, guys. may the force be with you.

if you do this at brueggers, I hate you.

this is just a rant. I work at brueggers and have to deal with an abundance of dumbasses every time I work there. Most of the time, however, its harmless. Mildly stupid questions, extremely messy eaters, people who wear outrageous outfits, etc.

But these are the things that drive me crazy.

-Not taking care of your garbage. Anyone who's ever been to Brueggers knows that you are supposed to take care of your OWN trash. There are no waiters or bus boys or anything. its cafeteria-style-you go to the counter, order, move to the cash register, pay, take you food to a table, eat, throw your stuff away, put the tray next to the garbage, and leave. But every once in a while, someone laves a huge pile of garbage on a table for me to clean up, or leave their glass bottles next to the garbage can instead of actually throwing them in the garbage can, or THROW THEIR NAPKINS ON THE FLOOR. It is SO GROSS having to pick someone else's used napkins off of the floor. And the bottles thing? Why? Just why? I KNOW the garbage isn't too full-I make sure it's never too full-and the can is 3 centimeters away from where you put the bottle. I don't get it!

-"what does the blueberry/pumpkin/hazelnut coffee taste like?" This is just such a stupid question. It tastes like coffee mixed with blueberry/pumpkin/hazelnut. What else would it taste like?

-"yeah, can i have a decaf mocha bruegaccino with whipped cream and a swirl of caramel?" No you may not. We don't serve that. We do have a mocha bruegaccino, but we do not make them decaf, nor do we have caramel or whipped cream. There is a dunn bros. RIGHT NEXT DOOR. There's actually a door connecting us with them. While we do serve coffee, and would love to serve you something reasonable, if you want something complicated, please go there and stop wasting my valuable bagel-slicing coffee-pouring time.

-"waitwaitwait-it costs HOW much?!?" Our prices are listed on the menu board. And they're perfectly reasonable. If you have issues with it, then a) order something less expensive-maybe instead of getting a large mocha bruegaccio which costs around $4.50, you could just get a coke? Instead of an herby turkey on a square bagel with extra cheese and three extra veggies, you could get a simple bagel with cream cheese? Don't get me wrong, I LIKE it when you spend your money here, but if you're not happy with the price, these are ways to lower it. And b) for the love of jesus (pronounced hey-seuss) don't take it out on me. I'm just the cashier. Talk to the guy with "general manager" written on his name tag, and maybe he'll take it up with the people at the head of the bruegger's royal family (but he probably won't). I do try hard to make sure you don't waste your money-like if someone asks how the hot chocolate is, and I know it's terrible, I will tell them its terrible and recommend something else. But it's not like I'm gonna give you my employee discount because you complained about the price.

-Letting your spawn run loose. Put the kids on a leash or something. Or tell them to stay next to you. Please don't let them run around, knocking over garbage cans, moving tables around, yelling, trying to go behind the counter, etc. It bugs me to no end.

-I can't read your minds! If you ask me for a soda, and I ask what size and what kind you want, don't get annoyed with me. I can't read your mind-I don't know what you're thinking when you say "soda". Try "I'll have a small coke" or "I'll have a large sprite" instead of "I'll have a soda". Same goes for coffee.

-Just being rude in general. If you give me a long order ("3 large coffees, one hazelnut and two pumpkin; two diet cokes, one medium with ice, one large without; two bruegaccinos, one mocha; and a small hot chocolate" or something like that) then don't get impatient. I'm going as fast as I can, I promise you. This is the kind of order you call ahead for so we can have it ready when you get here. Don't use a demanding tone-that bugs the hell out of me. And once an old man asked me "why are you so chipper?" Well, it's my job to smile and be friendly. I've actually practiced my smile in the mirror for this job. And no matter how crabby I am, I use the friendliest tone I can. You have no reason to be rude to me.

Now a thank-you to some of our great customers. The big tippers, the ones who smile back at me, who compliment my earrings and who don't look at me like I'm psycho when I tell them to have a nice day, the ones who call ahead for their obscenely large orders, the ones who look at my nametag and call me by my name... you guys are great. I want to high-five you all. You guys make up for all the a-holes.

Well, this has been an Ezra rant. Until next time.

song of the day

cutest song ever? I think so.

CHYEAHHHH!!!!!!

Guess who has a job now?!?!? *happy dance*

Beastly (movie)

Well, seeing as how I actually READ the book before seeing the movie, I give this TWO THUMBS DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!

"Beauty and the beast" is a wonderful story about a person who has given up on finding someone to accept them as they are who finds another person who feels that no one understands them, and it turns out that they understand each other perfectly. They are able to live anther own kittle world where nobody judges them based on their looks. The book Beastly does a great job of bringing this story into this century and really getting the point of the story across.

The movie, however, does not.

SPOILERS FOR BOTH THE BOOK AND MOVIE COMING UP!

See, in the book, Kyle has two years to find someone to love him for who he is, and during the first year he is sure that this will never happen. During that time, he develops an interest in roses and reading, and builds himself a greenhouse for his roses. This greenhouse ends up being something he feels very protective of, and he loves his roses with a passion.

In the movie, he builds the greenhouse to impress Lindy, once he figures out that SHE likes roses. Also, he has no interest in reading for the sake of reading a good book or poem-he admits to googling "modern poetry, impress girls". Again, he only does it to impress Lindy.

In the book, he gets a magic mirror from the witch as his window to the outside world, and spends time checking up on his old classmates by saying their names to the magic mirror, which is how he stumbles across lindy.

In the movie, he remembers that he met her at a dance and starts creeping around outside her window. There is no magic mirror.

In the book, Lindy's dad breaks into kyle's greenhouse, really pissing Kyle off, and he offers Kyle his daughter in exchange for not killing him or turning him in for drug possession. Kyle wonders "what kind of person would ade his own daughter away like that?" and accepts just because he's afraid that the dad will do the same thing in the future, but this time he will be trading his daughter to a dangerous person instead of him, whom he knows she will be safe with.

In the movie, kyle asks the dad for the daughter. And the dad says no at first, but Kyle insists.

In the book, kyle is an actual BEAST, with claws and fur and fangs and stuff.

In the movie, he just has some freaky tattoos and scars. He could pass for a scary emo/punk dude if he had some piercings. .

the highlight of the entire movie was NEIL PATRICK HARRIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fun fact: in the movie he plays a blind character, and so he got opaque contact lenses so that he ACTUALLY COULDN'T SEE ANYTHING while he was playing his character!!!!!!!!!!!! I love that!!!!!!!!!!!!
And he was, by far, my favorite character in the movie. I wish this movie had a lot more Neil Patrick Harris!!!!!!!!

Anyway. If you're curious, like I was, if this movie is worth watching, go right ahead and watch it. Just please, in the name of all this is good in this twisted, twisted world, READ THE BOOK FIRST. it's SO MUCH better!!!!!!!!

FUN WITH EYE MAKEUP!!!

Rainbow eye makeup :)

MURALLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!

So I don't know if I told you all aout the mural I'm working on, but I AM DONE!!!!!!!!! I spent a total of 6 1/2 hours on it today, cuz of course after class actually ended, the head mural ninjas called me and asked me to help out afterwards, and so I worked an extra 3 1/2 hours. And I must say, painting is AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!nnAND IM DONE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!

...so, for those of you who have never participated in a mural, I would highly recommend it!!! Right now I am sweaty and covered in paint, and I gotta say I feel very satisfied :). I also have several pairs of paint-splattered shorts. I think offices them personality that they were previously lacking :)

I want a quesadilla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I'm sad thatthe mural is over :(. But my mom says she heard about another one that's going on soonishly that I can participate in. Hopefully this time I won't be the oldest one besides the head mural ninjas!!!!!! Did I mention that the next oldest kid working on it was like 13? But it was still prett cool :). And now I have someone else to list as a job reference!!!!! And tomorrow we are having a huge partay to celebrate being done!!!!!!!!!! Chyeah!!!!!! Imma be partaying wit a ton of 10 year olds!!!!!, but other people's are coming too...

I am really wanting that quesadilla I mentioned before!!!!!!!!!!! With a side of guacamole.... YES!!!!!! FROM CHIPOTLE!!!!!!!!!!

I'm gonna put up pictures of the mural as soon as I can!!!! It actually looks really really good!!!!!!!!! I'll see if I can get one of the head ninjas to email me a picture of the wall before we painted it so I can do a before and after thing.

Ooooh, I have blue fingerprints on my arm. Cool!!!!!

Immature go rinse the paint off, then waif or my mom to get home so she can take me to chipotle!!!!! See y'all!!!

Cultists, cremation and creepers (oh my!)

So lately i have taken a fancy to walking around the lake when I'm bored. I live right by a lake that is about 3 miles in diameter, and on a nice day, it is quite pleasant and very pretty to walk around.
Now one of my favorite things to do is talk to strangers. Not just randomly, like "hi I'm Ezra let's be friends how are you?" but if I see someone drawing or painting or reading, I do ask them if I can see their drawing/painting or what book they're reading.

However, it recently occurred to me that this is probably why I
-have met so many total creepers, and
-have had three people try (unsuccessfully) to get me to join their cults.

Now, just so you all know, I don't talk to creepy fat old bald men with crazed looks I. Their eyes and who are holding a knife behind their back. But you can't judge a persons creepiness (or cultishness) by the way they look!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, now I have an announcement: my mom is finally down with her summer research!!!!!! Yay!!!!!
(Annoying audience member: so? Why should I care?)
I shall explain. This research has been the bane of my existence all summer. Not that I don't think it's totally cool that she's doing this research (though it does involve cremation, which, I admit, I find a bit creepy). But it gets quite irritating that whenever I say something to her she goes "...what? I'm sorry I can't talk right now, I'm working on my research...".
BUT NOW SHE'S DONE!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSS!!!!


...ahem. So, in other news, I've been going to the beach almost every day with my wonderful friend Zoe, and as a result I am hella tan. CHYEAH!!!!!!!!!!

WTF MOM? Quote of the day.

So today when I came home from the wonderful Jude Rosenberg's house, I decided to try and make an omlette again. Of course, I failed miserably (I am especially bad at the folding part, and at best they taste ok. Normally I'm good at cooking. But I threw it away and ate a free bagel instead, so it's all good). I said something like "*sigh...* maybe I should try mKing a frittata instead" (which is like am omlette but not folded). And my mom SPAZZED. She said "no you will NOT be mKing any frittatas!). I was like "...do you even know what a frittata IS?". And she said "well no... But it doesn't sound like the kind of thing you should be doing!". :P. Whatever, I used free-range eggs and everything.

While I'm here, who's good at making omlettes? I just can't get them right! Today's was especially bad. The ingredients were fine-cheese and mushrooms-but I couldn't even finish it! The egg wasn't cooked all the way in the middle and the outside was a little burnt and even though I put the tiniest amount of cheese imaginable in it, it seemed like way too much cheese. And I only used two eggs, but I had a really hard time folding it. Last time I figured it was bad because I didn't put milk in the eggs (cuz I didn't have any) but this time I DID use milk (because the Internet told me they taste better that way) and it was even worse!!!

THINGS THAT I CAN COOK, AND COOK REALLY WELL:
-all things involving pasta
-soup
-rice in many forms (including risotto, and it's hard to make good risotto!)
-any kind of sandwich
-chocolate chip cookies
-COFFEE! (not cooking, but still)
-garlic bread
-ravioli
-the best spaghetti sauce ever
-pizza bagels
-tortilla pizzas (think a quesadilla and a pizza combined. Learned it at camp)
-English muffins for breakfast (with all sorts of exciting things on them)
-hash browns (with or without cheese)
-baked potatoes
-mashed potatoes
-homemade hummus
-homemade tortillas
...the list goes on!

THINGS I HAVE NEVER SUCCESSFULLY MADE:
-omlettes

WHAT IS THE SECRET?????

...

In other news, dr horrible is AMAZING, I got stuck in an elevator yesterday, I also received free bagels yesterday, urban bean coffee SUCKS, hipster clams, songifying app....

PLANET OF THE DUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm off to finish my free bagel. Peace!

*heavy sigh...* I have ennui

Been feeling pretty down for the past few days. Nothing to worry about, sometimes this just happens. But I decided to blog, mostly because I have absolutely nothing better to do.

Here's what the past few days have consisted of for me:

FOOD AND DRINKS:

lots of rice, and...

Corn nuts are good. I stole the generic root beer from a guy named Steven when my mom dragged me out of the house to some 4th of July thing. But it tastes pretty good.

ENTERTAINMENT:

John Green is pretty nifty.
John Green + David Levithan = :)
I saw a book at Barnes and Noble last week entitled "Zombies vs. Unicorns" and was like "...I have to buy this just based on the title..." Turns out its a collection of short stories about Zombies and Unicorns, and its pretty good.
And, of course, adding to the eye collage. Always adding to the eye collage.

Also, I've been looking at colleges in Chicago (I've wanted to live in Chicago ever since I went there for the first time when I was 8), and found an art school that looks really nifty :)

Chicago. Isn't it pretty? :)

Columbia. It looks really cool :) And they do performing, writing and visual art, so its all the stuff that I'm interested in. Plus its the name of a character in Rocky Horror. Basically, it sounds epic.

Unfortunately, my mom is under the impression that I'm going to Augsburg. And when I told her that Columbia in Chicago looks interesting (and more my type of thing, because did I mention that mom also thinks I'm going to be studying something science-related? Oh the fantasy worlds that our parents live in...), she looked at me like I was insane and said "Isn't that an Ivy League school?" as if to imply that I'm the one living in the fantasy world. Also, NO! The ivy league Columbia is in New York. Duh.

And now for a bit of whining. The source of my ennui is probably this: my friend Chelsii moved to New Hope, and my friend with the big fluffy hair is going to camp for a month and a half, and my friend Molly is working this summer, and Zoe is busy doing Zoe things, and Tommy lives in Brooklyn Center which I'm afraid of and my Edina friend and I aren't getting along (surprise, surprise) and my mexican friend Leo and I keep planning to hang out but we never do, and to make a long story short I FEEL LONELY!!! :( Would love to be doing something with someone right now. Sadly, I seem to have no plans at all this week. How did this happen? I was constantly busy for all of June, and now I have nothing going on?

Okay, enough complaining. I'm gonna go read "Zombies vs. Unicorns".

Going just a little bit insane...

MY TOP EIGHT LIST OF THINGS THAT SUCK:

-HEAD LICE.

-Due to the head lice and my desperation to get rid of it, I'm pretty sure I'm developing slight OCD-I just spend about 2 hours cleaning my kitchen, and I've washed my hair three times in the past 24 hours.

-I have 3 people sleeping over tonight, and due to the head lice, I have no pillows (I threw them all away and bought new ones which are only enough for all the people who live here)

-my friend Zoe is REFUSING to get checked for lice, even though she slept on my sisters pillow the night before we discovered the infestation (she's insisting that she doesnt have any because her head doesnt itch. But she should still check! I mean shes coming over here and sleeping on our pillows again!)

-My friend with the big fluffy hair was supposed to come over tonight too, but due to the fact that his mother is INSANE, he can't. which wouldnt be so bad except that tomorrow hes going out of town for like a month and a half!

-My mom insisted that i completely cover my hair with tea tree oil which repels lice, but i had an allergic reaction to it which kept me up all night and continues to irritate my lungs, even though I washed it out, leaving me with a gnarly cough.

-EVERYTHING I OWN IS SHOVED INTO A PLASTIC GARBAGE BAG WHERE IT HAS TO STAY FOR TWO WEEKS UNTIL THEYRE ALL DEAD. its only been THREE DAYS. and my HEADPHONES are in there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how will i live for two weeks without my headphones?!?!?!?

-So are all of my jeans. I have to wear pajama pants to the movie tonight.

But at least I get to get out of the house for a while to see Scott Pilgrim vs. the world at midnight tonight with Tommy, Danny and Zoe (if she doesnt have lice). And I'm gonna see if my friend with the hair can hang out earlier today since hes going out of town for the next bajillion years or so. Argh.

I hope everyone else is having a better week than I am!

DON'T STAND, DON'T STAND SO, DON'T STAND SO CLOSE TO ME!

so the past 28 hours have SUCKED. My little sister discovered that she had head lice (girlish scream). My hair was checked and I didn't have any, but i did the treatments just in case. (Jude, in case you're reading this, that's why i was combing my hair with a plastic fork).

Aside from making your head itch, lice is a HUGE inconvenience to get rid of. Basically, we were up until 5 in the morning de-liceing our heads and our entire house. That wouldn't be that bad except for the fact that today was my grandma's birthday and she was coming to pick me up at 10 to go to the Walker and the sculpture gardens AND out for dinner afterwards. So basically, I had to be pleasant and friendly all day long while running on 5 hours of sleep. NOT EASY.

But at last I'm home! And I'm eager to get to sleep! Goodnight people, may your nights be pleasant and lice-free!

PRIDE WEEKEND!

So this weekend was pride weekend in Minneapolis. So Rocky Horror was especially awesome on Saturday night because beforehand they were talking about gay pride and whatnot :)

So in the spirit of Pride weekend, I thought I would share one of my favorite pictures of all time :)

Is that not the greatest thing ever?

So anyway, here's how my weekend went:

FRIDAY!

On friday, I hung out with my friend with the big fluffy hair (it has fully grown out so it is big and fluffy again! YAY!). I encountered several foreign people at the bus stop on the way there, my favorite being the Russian lady because she had an awesome accent and she was totally reading my shirt which happened to be in Russian (it said "big brother is watching you" and has all sorts of awesome pictures of creepers staring out at you). Here's how our very brief conversation went...

Me: excuse me, ma'am, do you know when the next 12 bus comes?

her: oh, I no understand, I Russian.

Me: oh okay. Thanks!

But she had a really epic accent :D

So I ended up spending about $7 on subway and gummy bears that day, but it was still fun :)

SATURDAY!

ROCKY HORROR NIGHT BIZNATCH! First I had family obligations and church obligations to attend, then my wonderful friend Zoe Who came over, and we got our fishnets and make-up on and went to Rocky Horror :) Now, for all you virgins who don't know what we do at rocky, there's a line where Brad Majors (ASSHOLE) yells "GREAT SCOTT!" and everyone throws toilet paper. Well tonight, EVERYONE brought toilet paper, so Zoe and I were absolutely COVERED in it, and on the walk home we were still all tangled up in it. But we decided to leave it on because, as Zoe so bluntly put it, "It shows people that we were at Rocky, and we're not jut walking around in fishnets like hookers." Being Saturday night in uptown, there were A LOT of drunk people. Here's a summary of our encounters with drunk people...

drunk guy on corner (yelling into space): IIIII'MM DRUUUNK!!!!

Zoe and I walk by him, and stop to wait for the "walk" sign.

drunk guy )pointing at us): T.P.! You guys got T.P.'d!

Zoe: no, we were at Rocky horror.

drunk guy: "rock the chord?"

zoe and I both: ROCKY HORROR!!!

drunk guy: oh... I don't know what that is...

us: well it's really fun! last saturday of every month at the uptown theatre. you should go.

dunk guy: okay! :)

us: well, the light changed, so we're gonna go...

drunk guy: BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*about 4 blocks later, we're walking on one side of the street and on the other side are two guys and two girls. The girls were very intoxicated but the guys seemed reasonably sober. my friend Zoe made a prediction that the guys had enabled the girls intoxication in order to fornicate with them-or, as Zoe put it, "they probably got them drunk so they could fuck them"*

wasted girls: OMG MUMMIES!!!!!

drunk girl 1: oh my god is it your birthday?

zoe and i: no.

drunk girl 2: is it your bachelorette party?

me:...yes

then the sleazy guys brought them to an appartment.

Zoe and I went home and CRASHED!!!!!

SUNDAY!

parade day :) zoe woke me up by going "EZRA!" in my ear :P

so we went to the parade and watched it, and ran into my friend molly, and hung out at the park where all the pride stuff was going on. Then we were going to go home when we ran into my friend Tommy (TOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). Here's the thing about Tommy: no matter what, you can't not love Tommy. EVERYONE loves Tommy, partly because he is so adorable that you just want to hug him, and partly because he's super friendly. So what did we, three 16-year-olds loose in downtown, do with the rest of our day? We got chipotle, walked around the lake, and made a blanket for at my house :)

MONDAY!

I was still super tired from Sunday (we walked EVERYWHERE) so I took a nap that lasted about 5 hours. And I made $40 for a duct tape purse :)

TODAY! (early on tuesday morning)

today I have plans with my friend Molly and I really should be getting to bed. Plus this post is long and boring enough. so goodnight everybody! Happy pride weekend!

TOO MUCH TOO MUCH TOO MUCH AHHHHHHH!!!!!

GAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-I have a doctors appointment tomorrow, and I'm TERRIFIED of the doctor! :/ Plus I need a shot. Oh God, I have shots. Needles are another thing that terrify me. And they'll make me step on the dreaded scale. There is a very good reason why I avoid scales at all costs (but I don't feel the need to get into that right now). There are many bad things associated with doctors offices for me, and I DON'T WANT TO GO!!!!!!! Plus, earlier today I learned that a girl whom I have met once or twice and is MY EXACT AGE was diagnosed with MS at age 16! (for those who don't know, multiple sclerosis is a disease that leaves you crippled for life). Okay, can we NOT talk about terrifying diseases the day before I have a doctors appointment?!?! Actually can we just not talk about this at all? It's STRESSING ME OUT!

-I am determined to make enough money for Elvis Costello tickets. I really need more rich, generous friends :P. My last boyfriend would have bought the tickets for me for sure... too bad he was suck a fucking douche bag... (excuse my language). Plus my mom tells me that even if I do get the money, I should donate it to the food shelf instead of using it for Elvis Costello tickets.

-In an effort to make enough money in the next 6 days (not likely, but worth a shot), I am trying to sell as many purses as I can. Basically, when I'm not out shopping for duct tape, I'm home making things out of duct tape, and when I'm not doing that like when I'm with a friend or something, I'm thinking about duct tape. Right now, lying on the floor of my living room, I look around and see 7 rolls of duct tape, my scisors, my ruler, 2 empty rolls of duct tape, 3 completed purses, one half-done purse, the book I'm currently reading in between projects, and an enormous pile of laundry that I really need to put away. But I'm considering just selling all of my clothes for money for the Elvis Costello tickets.

I would love to be watching Glee in my pajamas right now instead of being up at midnight, still in my jeans, surrounded by duct tape. Gah! But I really want those tickets. I would make 50 duct tape purses if it would guarantee me tickets to see Elvis Costello.

Ezra's Rant: Money

I AM SO SICK OF NOT HAVING ANY MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Elvis Costello is coming to Minneapolis and playing a show on Wednesday! I have been SO obsessed with Elvis Costello since I was about 10, and I would sell one of my kidneys on the black market in exchange for tickets to see him (but they'd have to be REALLY GOOD seats if I'm selling one of my kidneys...). Unfortunately, the cheapest tickets I could find online were $90 each, and I have no way of finding that much money by next Wednesday. I'M PISSED!!!!!!!!!!

....But, on the bright side, I know all the places he always visits when he comes here, so I can stalk him :)

... Still, I would so rather see him perform!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH. This is quite possibly going to plunge me into another emo phase for the next few days or so :P Better go buy some black eyeliner and a bring me the horizon CD...

Beauty and the Beast: a breif history (part II)

I have good news and bad news. The bad news: I'm sick :( The good news: because I am sick, I have more time to do things like make duct tape purses (I made 2 today, got an order for another one, and it looks like I'll have $60 by next Monday!) and, more importantly, read different versions of "Beauty and the Beast" online! Also, since yesterday I did the two least interesting versions of it (the Grimm Brothers version and the one that was originally published), now I'm going to move on to more interesting versions, and because i basically told every little detail of those stories, now I'll just focus on what makes them different from the other ones.

-The Basque version is very much like the French version, except for a few things. Let me start by saying that Belle's name in this story is Fifine and the beast is named Azor. Secondly, the beast is a serpent, not a beast. Thirdly, Fifine is a princess, so her father the king never loses his money. The way he encounters Azor is this: when he goes traveling, he always brings presents back for his two oldest daughters, but never paid any attention to Fifine, so one day he asks her what she wants and she asks for a flower. He sees Azor's garden and takes a flower, and Azor says "send one of your three daughters to me within a year or I will burn down your kingdom." Fifine is the only one who is willing to go. The serpent asks Fifine to marry him, and when she says no, he stops feeding her, so when he asks again she really has no choice ut to say yes. Then when they go to get married, the serpent sheds his skin and becomes a super-hot prince, and tells Fifine to burn the skin. It turns out he had 21 years left in his curse, and finding his true love had nothing to do with breaking the curse. So actually its nothing like the french version, and it's probably my least favorite version of this story that I've ever read.

-"The enchanted frog" is a German version of this story in which the father is a merchant who promises presents to his daughters. The youngest daughter, who happens to be his favorite, asks for a rose that is three colors instead of one. Of course, he can't find any, until he finds a HUGE rose garden with one growing in it. As soon as he picks it, a giant frog shows up and says "Because you picked my rose, I will kill ou unless ou send me our youngest daughter to be my wife." He soecifically asks for the youngest daughter. He tells the merchant that he'll be at his house in a week for his wife. The youngest daughter didn't exactly take the news well. She hides under the bed and the frogs servants drag her out, kicking and screaming. They take her back to the frogs house, which, instead of being a big fancy extravagant castle, is a little shack that happens to be next to a huge rose garden. That night when she's lying in bed, the frog appears outside of the shack and starts singing, and he soubds so good that she lets him in and pulls him under the covers with her (messed. up.). The next morning, he has turned into a prince.

-"The Singing Rose" is from Austria, and this one kind of made me go "what the Hell?" There was an old king who had three daughters and didn't know which daughter would get to take over the thrine when he died, so he told them that whichever one of them could bring him back a singing rose would get to be queen. The youngest daughter found a crusty old man sitting in a garden and he asked her "what is yoru wish?" she asked if he knew where she could find a singing rose. he told her "I have one growing in my garden, and you can have it if you agree to marry me in 7 years." Keep in mind, this guy is OLD, and she thinks he probaboy wont live 7 more years, so she agrees and brings the singing rose to her father and becomes queen, and she forgot about her promise to the old man until he shows up 7 years later and demands that she marries him. She lives with this crabby old man for a few years and one day she hears that one of her sisters is getting married and she asks him if she can go. He gets pissed and says "go, but if you laugh even once i will tear you to shreds." so she goes and doesnt laugh. then a few years later her other sister gets married and shes only allowed to go if she doesnt talk once the whole day. So basically the guy ruined both of her sisters weddings for her. Then a couple days later, the old guy tells her to cut off his head and tells her that when she does she can have all of his money. When she cuts off his head, instead of him bleeding, a key falls out of his head that opens all of the doors to every room in his castle. In the rooms she finds a ton of money and is rich forever.

Um, none of those versions actually included the moral of the story-that even if someone is super-scary looking, if you get to know them you might find that you love them anyway. Here's what I kearned from each of these stories...

-"beauty and the beas"t (basque version): if someone wont agree to marry you the first time you ask them, starve them until they agree. Also, sometimes the person whom yu have starved into being your spouse can help you weasel you way out of a curse thats supposed to nlast 21 more years so you dont have to go to the trouble of learning your lesson about being a bad person (which is pretty much always the reason why the beast has been turned from a human into a beast, for being a total and complete dick).

"The enchanted frog": If someone is a really good singer, no matter what, you should pull them into your bed and have sex with them. Even if they just kidnapped you and happen to be a different species.

-"the singing rose": Marry an old rich guy, even if he makes you miserable, because when he dies, which will most likely be soon, he will leave you a shitload of money.

But one good thing did come out of tonights research-I discovered that "Cupid and Psyche" is considered the aincent Greek version of "beauty and the beast". "Cupid and Psyche" is one of my favorite myths! I will talk about it next time, because this post is too long already and I want a snack. If anyone cares. I don't know that anyone is reading these extensive rants of mine about Beauty and the Beast, but i enjoy reading and writing about them, so I guess that doesn't really matter :)

Beauty and the Beast: a brief history (Part I)

"Beauty and the Beast" is not only my favorite Disney movie, it is one of my favorite stories ever. I have always loved this story, but I recently read the book "Beastly" (Yes, I read it before I saw the movie, I do it that way most of the time if I can. Now I'm a little afraid to see the movie because it has Mary-Kate Olsen and Vanessa Hudgens in it, and I'm sure no good can come of that, but I probably will anyway), and in the back it talked a little bit about all of the other versions of this story, so I decided to do a little research on it, and here's what I found...

-Originally, this story was an allegory for (prepare to have a tiny piece of your childhood die) the way young women perceived the idea of having a relationship with a man, specifically the idea of having sex for the first time (this was back when girls were forced to marry 40-year-old men at like age 14), and how at first its terrifying, but with time you learn to deal. I told you a tiny piece of your childhood would die. But I still love this story.

-The Grimm Brothers version is, in my opinion, significantly lamer than most other versions, especially the Disney version. I say this partially because the Disney version is wonderful in every way, shape and form, but mostly because I always kind of related to Belle in the Disney version because, very much like me in elementary and middle school, she never wanted to hang out with people because all she wanted to do was read, and she read more than most of the people she met (which, when you're reading the Odyssey at 10 years old like I did, is a thing that becomes obvious when you start telling one of your friends about this awesome book you're reading and these totally badass Sirens who sing an enchanted song to make sailors crash into the rocks and die and about how Odysseus's ship has to get between a six-headed sea monster and an insane whirlpool and this freaky witch-goddess who turns his men into pigs and will only change them back to human if Odysseus "goes to bed with her", which we knew by then meant sex... and then my friend tells me that they're reading the "fudge" books by Judy Bloom. Which you've already read. Four times. The first time was in second grade. Sigh...) , and everyone thought she was a total freak because of her love of reading (Which is a feeling I also became well-acquainted with when I read the Odyssey, because when I checked it out from my elementary school's library, the librarian told me "You know you have to return this in two weeks, right?" and I said "Yeah, I know," not quite getting what she meant by that, and she went to the student teacher who was helping her out with the oh-so-difficult job of running an elementary school library, and pointed at me and said "This girl thinks she can read the Odyssey in two weeks" and they both laughed. I am completely serious-they laughed at me! So when I came back two weeks later and returned the book and they gave me a reading quiz on it and I got every last question right and they started asking me questions themselves and I got them all right and they were amazed I was like "AHAHAHAHAHAHA WHO'S LAUGHING NOW BITCHES?!?!?!".... then they put me in G & T, where I got to do things like learn how to make my own glue and really basic algebra-like how variables worked and stuff-and do word puzzles and riddles and learned how to knit and entered the young inventors fair and made it to the next level and got my name in the newspaper. To this day when I google myself I find stuff about the young inventors fair. Ahhhhhhhhh, that moment when I totally mindfucked those bitchy librarians was probably one of the best of my life... But I digress), And she has no real friends so she is talking to a sheep about her book at one point in the movie (Which I never did. I did, however, watch "Hercules" because every time I told someone my age that I was into Greek mythology, they mentioned "Hercules", so I figured I'd see just how much they knew about Greek Mythology. Let me say that the Disney movie "Hercules" is NOTHING like the actual myth-which is a rant for another day-and so I was quite disappointed that I obviously would not be able to discuss the books I was reading with any of my peers anytime soon. So if there were any sheep around, I might have given discussing the Odyssey with him/her/it a shot). Okay that is the last tangent I will go on. ANYWAY, I always liked Belle in the disney version because she was a smart girl who read a lot and wasn't shallow at all.

In the Grimm Brothers version, she didn't read. She mostly sat by the fire and sewed a lot. And after she and the Beast become fairly close friends, he proposes to her, and she thinks something along the lines of "well, he is pretty much my best friend, but he's too fugly to marry..." and says no. And he's totally nice about it too! He says he can understand how she wouldn't want to marry him and that he wasn't offended, and he even gave her an enchanted mirror so she could see her family and wouldn't feel so lonely! Did I mention the fact that he bought her tons of fancy gifts like jewelry and fancy dresses and fed her really well and gave her an amazing room to stay in and basically treated her like a princess? I would love to meet a guy like the beast, even if he was kinda freaky-looking. Freaky-looking people are more interesting anyway, and often less egotistical. And when she finds out that her father is sick, he lets her go visit him until he's better, and just asks that she checks in with him in a week so he knows she hasn't ditched him. She goes back home, her father gets better, and she totally forgets about the beast, until a few days after she was supposed to be back, she's like "oh wait..." and looks for him in the mirror, and he's crawling around his rose garden saying "Belle, please come back..." and basically as heartbroken as a teenage girl after a breakup (but in his case, it's not as fake and attention-seeking as most of the teenage breakups I've seen. He's actually heartbroken, so much that he starts to die. SIDE NOTE, FEEL FREE TO IGNORE: I was watching "1,000 ways to die" the other day, and this guy had something extremely dramatic happen to him and it gave him this intense rush of adrenaline, and he had a bad heart so it just gave out because of the stress of it all, and he died. It's kind of like that urban legend about the super-conservative Korean couple who had never had sex before, and when they finally decided to do it, they both dropped dead from the anticipation. I'm sure you would have t have some major health issues for that to happen, but I imagine the beast was experiencing something like this. But I'm no expert, and it's just a theorey. SIDE NOTE OVER.) She teleports back to the castle using this magic ring the beast gave her so she could return, and finds him lying on the ground next to a rosebush, and she says "don't die! I'll marry you!" and the spell is broken, he turns human, they get married, the end.

The reason I don't like that one as much is because there's no romance in it! She's shallow, but she doesn't want her friend to die, so she is like "fine I'll marry you if it means you won't die". Which is really sweet, but it would be better if she was already in love with him because of his personality... like in the Disney version.

-The classic version of the story, first published in French by Jeanne-Marie LePrince de Beaumont (SIDE NOTE: why do Europeans have so many names? Pablo Picasso's full name was Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso. How the hell did he remember all that?!? SIDE NOTE OVER), is quite a bit better, one of the main reasons being that Belle was the youngest of three daughters who all had a very rich father, and her two older sisters spent their time blowing their father's money on fancy clothes and extravagant means of entertainment, and they made fun of Belle because she preferred to spend her time reading (YES! Strike one point for introverted bookworm girls everywhere!!!!!). Then their father lost all of his money, and the two older sisters were basically screwed because they figured "we'll just find some rich husbands," but they were arrogant bitches and since now they had no money, no one wanted anything to do with them. However, since Belle was always so sweet and modest, everyone was worried about her and how she would adjust to being poor, and many rich boys proposed to her, but she chose to stay with her father to support him through the hard time he was having! How sweet is that? Basically, Belle busted her ass trying to make life as good for her family as possible, and her sisters just bitched about not being rich anymore and made fun of Belle a lot. Then, one day, their father got a letter saying that he had a chance to get some of his money back! Of course, his two daughters asked him for all sorts of fancy shit, and Belle just asked for a rose, because no roses grew by their crappy little house in the country where they lived now.

So the getting money back thing didn't work out for their father, and he got lost on the way home. He saw the beasts castle, walked over, found a shit load of food and wine on the table. He ate some food, had A LOT OF WINE, and fell asleep in one of the beds in the castle. The next day he found some new clothes laid out on his bed, and he was like "damn, the owner of this castle is a nice guy!" So as he's leaving, he sees a garden full of roses, and remembers that Belle wanted one. He goes to pick one... and this freaky beast appears and starts bitching him out. He says he loves his roses more than anything in the world, and that he's gonna kill the dude for trying to mess with them. He says he can have 15 minutes to prepare himself to die. The guy BEGS to live, and mentions that he has daughters to take care of, and the beast decides that he can send one of his daughters to take his punishment for him, but the daughter has to come willingly. The guy isn't thrilled about sending one of his daughters to the beast, but he also doesnt want to die, so he does what any good parent would do-he says "sure!" and goes off to send one of his daughters to be a prisoner and most likely killed, even though he was the one who accidentally pissed off the beast. Dickhead. Of course, Belle agrees to save her fathers life. (the sisters ended up marrying rich guys). Needless to say, Belle was FREAKING OUT, ut that night she had a dream that a fairy came to her and told her that her selfless act of giving up her life for her fathers would not go unrewarded, so that made her feel a little better. So Belle says bye-bye to her father, and is pretty much convinced that the beast is gonna kill her and eat her that night (why he would wait for night, i have no clue, but whatever), so she decides to explore the castle until then. Much to her surprise, she finds a room that says "Belle's appartment" on the door in gold, and inside there is a HUGE library (that's one of my favorite parts of the Disney movie, when he shows her the library!!!!!!!!). She finds a note that basically says "You are now the queen of the castle and whatever you want, I will get it for you". She wishes to see her father again, and she looks at a mirror and sees her family, and her sisters are glad she's gone. Later, the beast shows up while she's eating dinner and just asks her if she thinks he's ugly. She says "Yes, I'm not going to lie. But I believe you are a good person on the inside." He tells her that he just wants her to be happy in the castle with him and to make herself at home. So they chat for a while and he calls himself a monster, and she tells him that she knows a ton of normal-looking humans who are more deserving of the title of "monster" than he is because he is so nice. So, of course, he asks her to marry him. Keep in mind, this is still her first night at the castle, so she says "no". His feelings are hurt, but he doesn't get mad. She feels bad for him. Over the next few months, they become such good friends that Belle hardly even notices the way he looks anymore. The only problem is that he keeps asking her to marry him, and she keeps saying no. One day she asks to visit her father because since her sisters got married, he's alone now. The beast feels like she's gonna leave him and gets sad, and she promises to return in a week. When she gets home her sisters come for a visit. Her sisters are both very unhappy in their marriages, so when Belle tells them how happy she is with the beast, they get extremely jealous and decide that they want to convince her to stay for over a week, hoping that the beast will get mad and kill her. So when she say she's going to leave, they throw a huge fit and she promises to stay a little longer. While she's there, she worries about the beast and realizes that she really misses the beast. She doesn't want to hurt his feelings by staying longer than she said she would, but as i said her sisters threw a huge fit making it hard for her to leave. On her tenth night at her fathers, she dreams that she's in the castle's garden and she sees the beast lying dead in the middle of it. She wakes up and freaks out and decides that even though she doesn't love him as much as he loves her, she'd rather marry him than see him die, and she feels like she owes it to him (where is the romance in that, I ask you?!?!?!?!? That makes me angry. That little tidbit just ruins this version for me). She returns to the castle and finds him almost dead in the garden. He says "you forgot your promise. I got so depressed that I stopped eating. But at least I got to see you one last time before I died." When she hears this, somehow her feelings change from "we're just friends, but i guess I'll marry you because I owe it to you" to "NOOOOOO I can't live without you!" (sounds a bit like hysteria to me). She tells him this and he turns into a prince. she asks "where'd teh beast go?" and he tells her that a wicked fairy put a spell on him that could only be broken when a beautiful virgin agreed to marry him (?). They walk into teh castle and the fairy is there, and she turns Belle's two sisters into statues that have to stand outside the castle and see Belle be happy forever until they can get over their envy and realize the error of their ways (they never turn back to humans). they get married and live happily ever after.

Okay, now it's 3 am and I'm tired. Those two stories were kind of downers, ut i have read mroe cheerful versions, so i know theyre out there! These two-the grimm version and the original-are ones that i thought i should tell in a little more detail, but in the future i won't repeat so many things if they show up multiple times. I think I'm gonna make this a series of blog posts because I found it interesting to read about, but there is no way I can fit all of the different versions of this story into one post. And I know there are some really different ones, because ive read them before, and these two were pretty similar, but in the future they wont be like that.

Okay, im too tired to type. I'll post more tomorrow, after ive done more research. bye!

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!

Here's a shot story: one time one of my distant great-aunts came into town and my grandma threw a dinner party for the occasion. This particular great-aunt is very very boring, so after a few painful hours of making small talk, my mom and I started to leave. Just as we were walking out the door, my aunt starts playing the movie "Beauty and the Beast" for my little cousin. My mom and I sat down, watched the entire movie and sang along to all of the songs before leaving.

I happened to go to my cousins house today and saw this movie again. I sang along again too. And now I am sharing some of my favorite songs from that movie with all of you people :) Enjoy

"Belle". I love this song :) It reminds me of myself in like 5th grade when a) I was constantly reading. Constantly. And b) I was kind of "the weird kid" :P

"Be our guest"!!!!! This is one of the best songs in any Disney movie EVER!!!! When I was watching beauty and the beast earlier, my sister was in the other room and when she heard the beginning of this song she ran in screaming "REWIND IT! REWIND IT!!!" and my little cousin (who's 3 years old by the way) reaches over and turns the TV way up and I was so proud of my relatives at that moment :) And I've been singing this song since I watched it :)

ITS WHEN THEY START TO LIKE EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D I LOVE THE PART WHERE HE TAKES HER TO THE LIBRARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You cant not love this song :) but Celine Dion ruined it in her cover... as she does with most things in my opinion :P (not a fan of hers...)

And here's some songs from other disney movies that i found whilst collecting all of these...

Eric's kinda hot. Just saying. My school's Chamber Singers sang this song and I heard them rehearse every day while I was working on my Unscripted final!!!!!!! It made the process of creating an hour-long show with nine sketches, 15 minutes of improv, three videos and a group that was constantly fighting much less painful :)

"Ariel, listen to me. Da hyuman vorld, et's a mess. Life under de sea is better dan anything dey got up dere"

So I watched this for the first time while I was in the middle of a big Greek Mythology phase (4th-5th grade) and of course this is absolutely nothing like how the Hercules myth actually went (though I did enjoy it mostly because I enjoy most Disney movies), but I really liked this song a lot :)

Aladdin is way hotter than Eric (or anyone else) is or ever could be! Did anyone else sit on a rug or blanket or something and pretend they were flying a magic carpet when they were little?

Love this song so much and have since I was like three :)

I love that Elton John did the soundtrack to the Lion King. Almost as cool as Prince doing the soundtrack to the original Batman movie (the one with Jack Nicholson as the Joker) :)

I SANG THAT FOR CHOIR IN 4TH GRADE!!!!!! we were supposed to sing both Zazu's part and Simba's part, but the only one who did Zazu's part was the teacher XD

HAVE, YOU, HEARD,? there's a rumor in st petersburg! Yes they're singing about communism when they talk about "the revolution". Who doesn't love this movie? it's great! I even like the song that Rasputin sings. it's the only disney song sung by a villan that i like.

sadly I can't find "once upon a december" from anastasia :(

I can't find the song that Rasputin sings either!!! How irritating!!! Actually I did find it, in French, Russian, Swedish and Finnish, but not in English :P

And now I need to sleep :P I have plans at 1 tomorrow so I can't sleep in till my usual time of 2:30 pm. Goodnight everyone, enjoy the songs!

The Power Outage of 2011

When it's wayyy in the future and the technological advances that we have made has made inconveniences like power outages obsolete, and doctors have cured EVERYTHING including death and aging, and I'm still young and hot even though I'm around 120 years old and I'm talking to my great-great-grandkids, even though I won't have aged at all, I'll act like a hunched over old person and say with a minnesota accent "whin I wuz yer ayge..." and they'll have no clue what I'm talking about because they've never seen an elderly person, but they'll listen to me anyway, and I'll tell stories about what it was lie back in the year 2011, and one of the stories I'll tell is the time me and their great-great-auntie and their great-great-great-grandma had a power outage...

It was a bright and sunny day. It was 102 degrees in Minneapolis-I remember the exact temperature because I checked what the weather was like in Miami on my ipod (ipods are one of those old gizmos that you youngsters dont have now in 2113, but back in my day they were a big deal), and it was only 85 degrees in Miami (we used to measure in farenheit back then it would be around 30 degrees celsius in Miami and 39 degrees in Minneapolis!), and i ahd spent the whole day at the beach with my friend Zoe. I was starting to get all tan and stuff, and then I came home and the air conditioning was going full blast and it was great, I was watching old cartoons (even old to me at that time, like 1990s old-now don't get that look on your faces, I was born in 1995. it's not THAT old), there was this one called "Hey Arnold!" and it was one of my favorite shows... oh look at me going off on a tangent. Where was I? Oh, right. I was hanging out there in the coo air, and all of a sudden the air and the TV turned off! And the internet was out too. The big thing back then was Facebook, which I'll explain to you youngsters later, but I couldn't check my Facebook at the time, and it was very annoying ot me, and I couldn't help wonder "what in the world did people do back in the 1800s when there was never power?" And I figured they sewed their own clothes and made their own candles out of beezwax and made their own food over a fire-see? I'm not that old-and stuff like that, but I didnt need to do any of that, so I just went to sleep.

Well, that was a mistake because when I woke up the sun was going down and the power was still out. It was getting dark so I wouldn't even be able to read pretty soon. So me and great-great-great-grandma Alli decided to go to the store to buy us some candles and flashlights. Well we open the door to the hallway of our appartment building, and it's pitch black, and suddenly we hear a voice way down at the end of the hall making ghost noises like "woooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!" It was probably just one of our neighbors being obnoxious, but me and your great-great-great-grandma Alli SCREAMED and great-great-great-grandma went back for our stun gun, and we RAN down the hall and out to the car, and te whole way there you great-great-great grandma was talking to me about zombie apocalypses and ninja attacks and vampires and the end of the world and things like that... it wasn't exactly comforting.

But finally we went and got our candles and our flashlights and it's dark out and me and your great-great-auntie Freya are on the bed watching old episodes of Veronica mars-which is a show you young whippersnappers wouldn't know a gal dang thing about, but I'll try to show you an episode later because it was quite good- and your great-great-auntie was singing this song by this irritating girl who was in back in my time-what was her name? Keresha? Klemesha? oh, yeah, Ke$sha. She spelled it with a dollar sign for an "s"... and she claimed to wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy, who's another person you youngsters wouldn't know about, but I will have to show you all these things later... oh what's that you say? finish the story? oh okay.. where was I this time, oh, yes, I was with your great-great-auntie, and suddenly we hear voices outside, and our neighbors are out in the parking lot and asking us to come out and chat with them. So we go outside and talk for a little while, then me and great-great-auntie Freya decide to lie down on the hood of my car-I had the best car, I named him Antione, he was what back in my day they would have called "a sweet ride", or maybe even a "pimpin'" ride...-and we was lookin at them starts and singng songs that you all have never heard and looking for constillations (we saw the big dipper), and suddenly we see a shooting star! Would you believe that, I've never seen a shooting star before and we were on the outskirts of the city, and it's so dark because there are no lights on and we see a shooting star! It was amazing, and I was just thinking "maybe not having power isn't so bad... and then all at once the streetlights come on and we can hear our air conditioner "woosh"-ing from the open windows in our appartment, and the powers back on. Not gonna lie-I was so glad to have lights again. It's like the feeling you get when you're out camping and you come back and you're like "civilization AT LAST!". Yeah that was a good feeling... but man, I'm glad I got to see that shooting star... first one I ever seen, it was so pretty...

yeah... I imagine it will go something like that when I tell my great-great-grandkids about stuff :)

LABYRINTH. DAVID BOWIE. EPIC MOVIE!

That scene is one of my favorites!

TO THOSE OF YOU (JUDE) WHO HAVEN'T SEEN LABYRINTH: this is a movie that pretty much everyone has to see. I saw it for the first time when i was 7 or 8, but i re-watched it last night and i still enjoy it at age 16 :) it has David Bowie in it!!!!!

I would go on a more extensive rant about this movie, but it is allergy season and i am feeling tired :P but i think ive made my point.