So I just finished reading the "Twilight" saga- well the three books that are out- and I wanted to geek out about it.
Two words:
SO HOT.
Whenever I was reading and would have random outbursts of "OMG I JUST WANNA HAVE VAMPIRE SEX!" my roomates just politely shook their heads and ignored me.
(Actually, on second thought- shouldn't they have been more weirded out? Have I really desensitized them THAT much? Hmmm.... must think on that later.)
But I'm TORN! I know that this debate is the same one that every pubescent, fantasy-reading, dorky girl like me is thinking- but EDWARD OR JACOB?!?! I have to say that I was appalled that it was even going to be a choice at the beginning of the book. I mean, COME ON?! Who doesn't want to jump Edward's bones? But Jacob, I'm forced to admit, had quite the healthy rally. Having babies and eventually dying with the awesome best-friend type? Or immortal eternity with the one who you're obviously supposed to be with.
Ain't that the eternal question?
Yikes.
So I'm stressing. And not working.
I do have to say that I'm almost thankful I didn't discover this gem of a series earlier, because I'm fairly certain I'd flip out if I had to wait even LONGER for the last book in the series.
And I miss Harry Potter. (Seemingly unrelated, but if you're reading this and are a fan of both, you understand how they are linked.)
Which brings me to another painful conclusion I draw again and again after I finish another fantasy book.
NOTHING THAT IS COOL IS EVER REAL.
Pirates? Hobbits? Dragons? Magic? Hogwarts? Vampires? Werewolves? Mermaids? Fairies?
None of it. Not even one thing is real. I mean, COME ON. Not one teensy weensy little element of fantasy can come true?
**sigh**
I suppose that's why they call the genre fantasy.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Part of your WORLD
So, when I was on my awesome trip to NYC, I dragged my friends to go see The Little Mermaid. We were tired as hell, got ripped off on the tickets, and it was DEFINITELY aimed at 8 year old little girls, but I have to tell you, I loved it.
A SPARKLING NEW MUSICAL?
If you know anything about me, (and I think you do,)
you KNOW I'm in.
But I think that I discovered something about my adult self, in the midst of all the FUCKING AWESOME shinies and shpanglies.
Flash back to Maggie, aged 5.
Her dad is a Submariner, (pronounced sub-mah-REEN-er, not sub-MARE-in-er, thank you very much,) and he is about to leave on deployment for 6 months. Before he goes, he takes Maggie on a date, (they let Mom come along too.) On this date, they go see The Little Mermaid at the theater. They watch it, and as the lights come up, Mom and Dad look down at Maggie and she is BAWLING. Mom goes, "Maggie, what's wrong?!?" She replies, "SHE LEFT HER DADDY!" and continues sobbing.
Flash to present.
Maggie still has the same sentiment. I still HATE the ending. I mean, I appreciate it for what it is, but it seems like a raw deal. Let's review. She could either- hang out with her dad, and all her sisters and her friends and be A MERMAID. OR she could go be with this other douchebag. I mean, sure he's handsome, but still- not a fair deal. ( I think that this may also be telling of my mixed sentiments towards the male race, but that's going to have to be discussion on a separate post. Can't live without them, can't live without them!)
On broadway, I still cried at the ending, as I suspected- but I cried earlier in the show too, at a point that surprised me.
I cried at "Part of your world". And not just becuase it was beautifully performed, although it definitely was- I still get goosebumps thinking about it. I think there was a bit of sadness behind it. I remember totally sympathizing with Ariel at that point when I was smaller. There was still a great big exciting world out there, and I just couldn't wait to be a part of it. It was going to be fabulous and shiny and an adventure.
And now, I'm allegedly part of that world.
I gotta tell ya, its not quite living up to my 5 year-old-self's expectations.
I guess I was feeling a bit of loss at not still having that sense of passionate wonder and hope and expectation for some great big unknown.
I do think that it has kind of motivated me, after the fact. There is still wonder our there. Sure, its a little harder to obtain- but its possible. And even if its not marrying prince Eric in the dress with the big puffy sleeves- its out there.
And maybe it'll be even more wonderful because now I appreciate how much it should mean to me. And having to work that much harder for it makes it that much more valuable.
so...
watch and you'll see
someday I'll be
part of your world.
A SPARKLING NEW MUSICAL?
If you know anything about me, (and I think you do,)
you KNOW I'm in.
But I think that I discovered something about my adult self, in the midst of all the FUCKING AWESOME shinies and shpanglies.
Flash back to Maggie, aged 5.
Her dad is a Submariner, (pronounced sub-mah-REEN-er, not sub-MARE-in-er, thank you very much,) and he is about to leave on deployment for 6 months. Before he goes, he takes Maggie on a date, (they let Mom come along too.) On this date, they go see The Little Mermaid at the theater. They watch it, and as the lights come up, Mom and Dad look down at Maggie and she is BAWLING. Mom goes, "Maggie, what's wrong?!?" She replies, "SHE LEFT HER DADDY!" and continues sobbing.
Flash to present.
Maggie still has the same sentiment. I still HATE the ending. I mean, I appreciate it for what it is, but it seems like a raw deal. Let's review. She could either- hang out with her dad, and all her sisters and her friends and be A MERMAID. OR she could go be with this other douchebag. I mean, sure he's handsome, but still- not a fair deal. ( I think that this may also be telling of my mixed sentiments towards the male race, but that's going to have to be discussion on a separate post. Can't live without them, can't live without them!)
On broadway, I still cried at the ending, as I suspected- but I cried earlier in the show too, at a point that surprised me.
I cried at "Part of your world". And not just becuase it was beautifully performed, although it definitely was- I still get goosebumps thinking about it. I think there was a bit of sadness behind it. I remember totally sympathizing with Ariel at that point when I was smaller. There was still a great big exciting world out there, and I just couldn't wait to be a part of it. It was going to be fabulous and shiny and an adventure.
And now, I'm allegedly part of that world.
I gotta tell ya, its not quite living up to my 5 year-old-self's expectations.
I guess I was feeling a bit of loss at not still having that sense of passionate wonder and hope and expectation for some great big unknown.
I do think that it has kind of motivated me, after the fact. There is still wonder our there. Sure, its a little harder to obtain- but its possible. And even if its not marrying prince Eric in the dress with the big puffy sleeves- its out there.
And maybe it'll be even more wonderful because now I appreciate how much it should mean to me. And having to work that much harder for it makes it that much more valuable.
so...
watch and you'll see
someday I'll be
part of your world.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
I feel silly
Alright, so I just accidentally signed up for a blog.
or did I...
I'm thinking it was a sub-conscious choice.
So now I have somewhere to write so I can still look busy at work.
I don't have to tell anyone about it- but its out there.
So cool! I'll start.
So I just got back from the best trip EVER.
I went to NYC with my two best friends on the PLANET, Mo and Meggie, and our other "all-of-a-sudden-really-good friend", Dennis.
I could tell you about the events- which were awesome. Drinking, and walking, and taking thousands of pictures. Going to a Yankees game, playing in Central Park, eating good food, more drinking, seeing The Little Mermaid on Broadway, and all of the other AMAZING things we did- but that wouldn't be describing why it was the best trip ever.
It was the best time ever, because with these people, its truly about just being together. Its all the dumb little details that fill in the big events. Its the things that made us laugh our asses off, (making me spit out whatever I was drinking 3 times, which I never do.)
Its the little funny things we said, that are already forgotten, despite our attempts to live-action document all of the quotes. Its the feeling that you can truly do or say anything, and these people will still be there.
AND JUST HAVING FUN! God, I had forgotten how fun it can be to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Its weird. That's something that can only come from the right combo of people.
Its both heart-wrenching and perfectly ironic that I would have known how rare all of this was only after it wasn't in the foreground of my life. I used to get to see these people every single day- and I was probably better than most at realizing how freaking special and awesome it was.
I just didn't know how truly rare it would turn out to be.
I'm glad that not only do I have that in my life, however infrequently face-t0-face interaction may occur, but I'm also half-glad that it doesn't happen all the time.
It doesn't make my friendships with these amazing people any more special- that'd be impossible.
It just makes me realize it.
or did I...
I'm thinking it was a sub-conscious choice.
So now I have somewhere to write so I can still look busy at work.
I don't have to tell anyone about it- but its out there.
So cool! I'll start.
So I just got back from the best trip EVER.
I went to NYC with my two best friends on the PLANET, Mo and Meggie, and our other "all-of-a-sudden-really-good friend", Dennis.
I could tell you about the events- which were awesome. Drinking, and walking, and taking thousands of pictures. Going to a Yankees game, playing in Central Park, eating good food, more drinking, seeing The Little Mermaid on Broadway, and all of the other AMAZING things we did- but that wouldn't be describing why it was the best trip ever.
It was the best time ever, because with these people, its truly about just being together. Its all the dumb little details that fill in the big events. Its the things that made us laugh our asses off, (making me spit out whatever I was drinking 3 times, which I never do.)
Its the little funny things we said, that are already forgotten, despite our attempts to live-action document all of the quotes. Its the feeling that you can truly do or say anything, and these people will still be there.
AND JUST HAVING FUN! God, I had forgotten how fun it can be to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Its weird. That's something that can only come from the right combo of people.
Its both heart-wrenching and perfectly ironic that I would have known how rare all of this was only after it wasn't in the foreground of my life. I used to get to see these people every single day- and I was probably better than most at realizing how freaking special and awesome it was.
I just didn't know how truly rare it would turn out to be.
I'm glad that not only do I have that in my life, however infrequently face-t0-face interaction may occur, but I'm also half-glad that it doesn't happen all the time.
It doesn't make my friendships with these amazing people any more special- that'd be impossible.
It just makes me realize it.
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