2008-04-26 2:56 p.m.
Rambling
I just got back from going to check my mail. I'm waiting for a package, but the mailroom hadn't finished sorting everything out, yet, so I'm heading back in an hour or so. I ordered a couple of blouses that I can't wait to have. Two are in an art nouveau style (my absolute favorite style of art), one's of Jasmine (Disney Princess in Aladdin) and one's of Ariel (The Little Mermaid), and the third shirt has a crown on it and says "Fit for an Evil Queen." Because I'm an evil genius. And yeah.
I already have the other two Disney art nouveau shirts: Aurora and one of all the princesses. I was really mad that there was no Belle shirt. Beauty and the Beast was my favorite Disney movie when I was little, and Belle was always my favorite princess. Even now, the only princess worth being is Belle. She's the only one with a brain, and the only one who actually loves her prince and is loved by her prince.
Because really: Jasmine thinks Aladdin is someone else; Ariel can't even talk to Prince Eric and his only impression of her is of someone singing him awake after he nearly drowns; Aurora/Sleeping Beauty meets Prince Phillip one afternoon in the woods and they instantly decide they're in love (although, if you're a purist like me, in the traditional fairy tale, they don't even know each other when he arrives in her tower; he's on a quest of some sort when he comes to the castle where she's been sleeping for 100 years) so at most their attraction is superficial and only to appearances; Snow White is, again, unconscious when Prince Charming comes along, and he merely falls in love with her beauty as she's sleeping in her glass coffin; and Cinderella would take anyone to get away from the step-evils, she just gets lucky that the guy she lands happens to be a prince (and he's only into her because she's the most beautiful girl at the ball).
And then there's Belle. She trades places with her ailing father so that he can go get medical help, willfully allowing herself to be taken prisoner by a beast. But, over the course of her captivity, they actually get to know one another, the Beast comes around and begins to understand love, and she comes to care for him too. In the long run, they're the only Disney fairytale relationship that has any chance of lasting in its happiness, because they're the only ones who actually care for one another before they get married.
So yeah.
But as I said, I'm a purist. I love folktales, fairytales, legends, epics, mythology...and I read all of the stories behind all of the various Disney tales before I hit junior high school, so the versions of the tales by the Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Andersen, Lewis Carroll (Alice in Wonderland), JM Barrie (Peter Pan), etc; are all tales that I really love and that were crucial to shaping my childhood.
I just thank god that Disney wasn't able to touch the Lord of the Rings, Golden Compass, or Harry Potter serieses. Not that the Golden Compass was done very well (I wanted my child sacrifice at the end, damn it! And if you haven't read the books, sorry. That was a rather huge spoiler); and I suppose that Harry Potter is okay. I'm not so fond of the movies, or of the huge popularity they've acquired (I know some people who claim to know "all about" HP, but haven't read a single one of the books. PISSES me off. Then again, I found the first book when the series first came out in the States, so I hold myself separate from Pottermania and all associated nonsense), although, as simple fantasy films, they're really quite good.
I don't understand the obsessions with the actors though. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy...indeed, any of the male characters...are not played by guys who are any better looking than the vast majority of the male population, or even just the British male population. But then...*shrug*. I'm just picky, I guess. ^_^
I'm gonna go watch Beauty and the Beast in a moment...hehe. I still know all the words to all the songs.
Oh, childhood.
Let's see...
Just got back from watching Beauty and the Beast. I am so easily distractable.
Anyway, I may go for a walk in a bit. The sun's starting to pour in through my window, light's turning gold - it's 5 now, in case you were getting confused. :)
And now its 6...I got caught up looking at hairstyle guides for long hair. My hair's down to the middle of my back, now, and is pretty much the one thing that I'm super vain about. If I may say so myself, I have beautiful hair.
I'm also on ebay, buying up jeweled hair sticks, combs, and barrettes by the handfuls. :) They're beautiful and fabulous...perfect, since I absolutely love sparkly things. And I love putting my hair up in new, fabulous styles.
And holy shit, I just really hurt my back, and I didn't even do anything. I've known that I have sciatica for a couple of weeks now, but this is different. It's not hurting in my lower back and legs right now. I hurt acutely in the middle of my spine.
Dear god. Okay, well, I'm going to lay down now. Maybe I won't take that walk.
