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Frozen was almost an instant favorite with me. The first few times I watched it, there was a familiar quality to the story that I just couldn't put my finger on, but I dismissed it, and sang along to "Let it Go" for the thousandth time. Then it hit me:
Elsa's and Anna's personalities parallel the personalities of Elinor and Marianne Dashwood.

( To feel or not to feel . . . )

I don't scream for ice cream. I let out a full-throated banshee howl for ice cream. It's a life-saver during this heat, even more so now that monsoon season makes the air sticky. Desert rats hate humidity. We hates it, precious!

Out of curiosity, what's the weather like in your neck of the woods, O mine friends-list? I'm pretty sure half the U.S. has been subject to showers. Also, how often does it rain? A little? A lot? Average?

I'm finally caught up on Downton Abbey, having watched episodes 2 and 3 today. And I am NOT okay with anything going on in Anna's storyline right now. I didn't think anything could bother me more than deaths of Sybil and Matthew--congratulations, this does. I get sympathetic trauma the way some people get sympathetic stomach pains. I can't imagine how people who actually have bad memories that can be triggered would feel about this.

On a much pleasanter note, I saw a semi-modern take on The Taming of the Shrew this evening. It was lots of fun, if a little eccentric in its execution, and I now I HAVE to see Kiss Me Kate again. :)

Also, I saw a mercifully preserved recording of a simple made-for-TV musical of Cinderella. Starring teenage Julie Andrews. I tell you, she's the MOST adorable thing I've ever seen in my life in that role. The musical itself is a pretty corny, but it's absolutely worth it, if only for baby Julie Andrews and her Fairy Trollmother. (If you watch it, you'll see why I think the godmother's a total troll having way too much fun. I got my copy with the Netflix DVD option.)

I thought it was Tuesday today. Since Tuesday always means morning shift at my call center job, I drove to the call center. And didn't realize it was Monday until my supervisor told me. Commence headdesk, apologies to bosses at both jobs, and a hurried drive to my retail job, luckily clocking in only 30 minutes late. People joked, and that was it. But boy, did my pride STING. Here I'm trying to be extra competent to land a coordinator position (which I'd been expecting for what, a year now, pending availability?).

I'm just going to blame my Tuesday fixation on Supernatural. Winchesters and resident angel of mischief, you life-ruiners, you. (LOVED the first episode, BTW, though I don't like Hael at all and semi-like Ezekiel. Not excited that all new female characters get on my nerves, except Charlie.)

I just hope and pray I don't wake up tomorrow and think it's Wednesday. O.O

I'm trying to NOT let Tolkien and Austen dominate my current repertoire of icons. It's not working. :) (Those two seem to dominate pretty much every aspect of my life . . .)

Also, I am now about halfway through Season 2 of Downton Abbey, and there is just so much to digest! My goodness! I think the only way to get even half my thoughts on the page is to devote one paragraph to each character.

Since that will take a while, I'll start with the various Crawleys.

( HERE THERE BE SPOILERS . . . )

SUPERNATURAL IS COMING BACK TONIGHT!!! ETA: I found out it's actually not back until the 16th. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT TWO MORE WEEKS?!



Excitement despair abounds! I've been on serious withdrawal for the last couple weeks or so. How serious? I've contracted another obsession. I think my subconscious was trying to offer a temporary replacement. And now my goth/emo side is having a field day getting me addicted to Tokio Hotel. (I don't talk too much about being semi-goth on this blog, since I like this one to be bright and cheery, but there you have it. I'm like Morticia or Wednesday Addams sometimes.) I've spent the last week catching up on stuff that was all the rage in 2008. I never thought I'd actually enjoy music from a boy band. *crawls away and hides*

The cast was perfection. The cast was amazing. The cast was every bit as good as it was in LotR (especially since a lot of old friends were able to come round again).

Oh, and did I mention that the cast made the movie?

I had high expectations for Martin Freeman and Richard Armitage already, thanks to Martin's performance as John Watson in BBC's Sherlock and Armitage's roles in North and South and Spooks.

But they still blew me away completely. I think I'll be in a mild state of pleasant shock for a while.

( More excited fan rambling . . . )

P.S.
Some fans were wondering if anybody would be able to pull off the whole "heartthrob" Dwarf thing. Guess what? Thorin sure did. I'm now a believer, albeit a bewildered one.

I've been wanting to whip out a new layout to match the banner above for a long, long time, but I hadn't worked up the gumption. Until now. I've tweaked this layout a bit, and I'm still not sure if I'm done tweaking yet or not. (The layout, I mean. Saying "tweaking" always feels wrong, somehow, no matter what the context. LOL.) I'll probably grow lazy and leave this as is. We'll see.

All I know right now is, my sleep pattern for the last few days has been ridiculously messed up (always staying up late, sometimes waking up early, sometimes waking up really late, sometimes taking long naps--even though I NEVER take naps). So I'm in a weird mood, and I can't decide if I feel more like this:


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Or this:



I . . . think I'll just get some rest. Night all! Namarie!