Yes. I really nearly did as I watched this. Most people would take this to mean they need to find a new obsession.
BUT NOT ME.
LET'S DO IT AGAIN, LET'S DO IT AGAIN!
This is how the world needs to be. All. The. TIME. Small, and it must include flying ships. And I must be the captain of one of these vessels. And pillage the harbors. But mostly pillage DREAMS.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
MMMM GIRL, IS GONNA BE GOOOOD
Looks to me like Sherlock Holmes just got bumped up the internal book list I carry.
WE'VE GOT TILL CHRISTMAS, PEOPLE.
Look who failed at reading the actual books. *facepalm*
Regardless, this STILL needs to happen. JUST LOOK AT ITS EPICNESS.
Oh god. It gave me shpulkas in my gonnectagazoids.
Yesterday, on Christmas Day, I went with my cousins to the theatre to see a movie. My cousin Diego and I wanted to see Sherlock Holmes, but the other two cousins in the group were really leaning towards Precious. Meh, what the heck, I wanted to see Precious earlier anyway. Just... I wanted to see Sherlock Holmes slightly more.
Whatever. We saw Precious instead. (SAD MOVIE. OH GOD SO SAD. Comic relief was created when a few ladies in the back started giving commentary to the movie. Soooo great.) Truly, I'd rather see a giant HOLLYWOOD PRODUCTION like Holmes on Christmas Day, but whatever.
BUT THIS ISN'T WHAT'S IMPORTANT. THIS. LOOK AT THIS.
AND THIS
Always nice to see you, Watson.
GOD IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. I must have looked like a total spaaaz, asking to take a picture with cardboard people. I really don't care. SO WORTH IT.
IN CHRISTMAS-RELATED NEWS:
I spent the PAGAN HOLIDAY (lulz)in the company of my family, eating everyone's food, playing Beatles Rock Band, unwrapping ONE present, and generally being merry. That was the Eve.
The Daaaay was spent in the company of aforementioned family at my own home where we grilled meat and lazied about and discussed how teachers are drunk (according to my uncle, anyway)and how one of my cousins was at DISNEYLAND. YAY!
Then we went to see Precious, where I cried a little over the sadness of her life and felt sad that I hadn't seen a happier, more actiony movie instead, then returned home to watch a show about aliens and ancients or some shiz like that. Meanwhile, I started to feel a little stress about all the unfinished work I've yet to do: due dates look closer this side of Christmas...
WE'VE GOT TILL CHRISTMAS, PEOPLE.
Look who failed at reading the actual books. *facepalm*
Regardless, this STILL needs to happen. JUST LOOK AT ITS EPICNESS.
Oh god. It gave me shpulkas in my gonnectagazoids.
Yesterday, on Christmas Day, I went with my cousins to the theatre to see a movie. My cousin Diego and I wanted to see Sherlock Holmes, but the other two cousins in the group were really leaning towards Precious. Meh, what the heck, I wanted to see Precious earlier anyway. Just... I wanted to see Sherlock Holmes slightly more.
Whatever. We saw Precious instead. (SAD MOVIE. OH GOD SO SAD. Comic relief was created when a few ladies in the back started giving commentary to the movie. Soooo great.) Truly, I'd rather see a giant HOLLYWOOD PRODUCTION like Holmes on Christmas Day, but whatever.
BUT THIS ISN'T WHAT'S IMPORTANT. THIS. LOOK AT THIS.
AND THIS
Always nice to see you, Watson.
GOD IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. I must have looked like a total spaaaz, asking to take a picture with cardboard people. I really don't care. SO WORTH IT.
IN CHRISTMAS-RELATED NEWS:
I spent the PAGAN HOLIDAY (lulz)in the company of my family, eating everyone's food, playing Beatles Rock Band, unwrapping ONE present, and generally being merry. That was the Eve.
The Daaaay was spent in the company of aforementioned family at my own home where we grilled meat and lazied about and discussed how teachers are drunk (according to my uncle, anyway)and how one of my cousins was at DISNEYLAND. YAY!
Then we went to see Precious, where I cried a little over the sadness of her life and felt sad that I hadn't seen a happier, more actiony movie instead, then returned home to watch a show about aliens and ancients or some shiz like that. Meanwhile, I started to feel a little stress about all the unfinished work I've yet to do: due dates look closer this side of Christmas...
Saturday, December 12, 2009
This is about Disneyland, which means you shouldn't be surprised.
I apparently fail at owning a blog. I didn't realize it required so much feeding, and water, and a regular litter box change. It's so effing NEEDY.
Nevertheless, it's still here and we're working through our problems. Meh, not really. It's sorta degenerated into a "OMG I WENT TO DISNEYLAND GAIS" kinda thing. And I really have no problem with that.
In keeping with the I LOVE DISNEYLAND OH YES motif, I'll just tell you how I spent my last weekend. If you haven't guessed yet... I went to Disneyland. Stayed in a hotel and everythang. Woke up the next day and had breakfast... and tEa!
Oh, and it was such a lovely sight upon entering! Well, even before that, obviously. Because it's Disneyland. That's just how they DO. The castle was SNOWED ON. I was astounded, amazed, speechless, and just a tad itchy, maybe. That, clearly, had nothing to do with the "snowed on" castle, but it's just a fact I felt needed to be pointed out.
King Arthur's Carrousel has some creepy ass faces, man...
We went on Dumbo and laughed our asses off. My mother and I weren't sure what came over us. It was probably the Disney MAGIC. Fur sealz.
Friends, remember that tEa pot at the beginning of the post? Yeah, well, there musta been something in the tEa, because in time, I began to SEE thiiiiiiings... strange things. O_o
NO, NOT DANCING, TINY WOMEN! Waaaaaaaaaai, God, why?!
>
Holy Jesus Christ, the sky! Look at the SKY.
What's that you say? I'm not on shrooms, as a dear friend of mine once claimed? No? That's just a bunch of crappy pictures of it's a small world holiday? Oh. Ok then. That was a tad embarassing. MOVING ON.
Ho Ho Holidays INDEED.
Pfft. Don't hold your breath, Disney.
IN ADDITION, there was a parade! With Santa! And other stuff! I took pictures, but considering my limited stature, they were nothing marvelous. Besides, during the parade time, we managed to JOIN FORCES with a man with a broken leg from Mexicali, as well as his wife and his 4 year old son, Robert.
Can you say, FASTPASS? We can. We never had to. We had a HANDICAP. That's BETTER than a fastpass!
In time, we'd ridden four rides in the time it'd take us to do two. EPIC. FREAKING. WIN. While in handicap line for Pirates, I flitted off to explore New Orleans Square, because I'm a badass rebel like that, and also because when I was at Disneyland during the Fall, I'd come across a portrait maker in the middle of the Square, and kinda wanted a lovely portrait of myself, because I'm vain. As I was walking towards where I'd seen them, I glimpsed a little corner/nook with a large "Princess and the Frog" sign over the doorway. Upon closer inspection, I learned that Princess Tiana was taking pictures and signing autographs... and the line was only 20 minutes! Before you scoff, you must know that the line for Princess Fantasy Faire in Fantasyland was a freaking HOUR AND A HALF long. I know this because early in our journey through magicalness, we decided to hunt down a princess for my little sister, a project which failed epically.
Now, however, here was a chance to take a picture with a Disney princess - and a REALLY recent one too! The recentist! That's not a word! I don't care! It was so, so lucky, but the entire clan was back in line for Pirates and I knew nobody would approve of my AWESOME idea except for my sister and me. Thus, I sighed and proceeded around the corner of the street, pausing only in the teeny tiny, itsy bitsy Princess and the Frog shop, where I caught a glimpse of the newest princess through the window.
She was so cute :3 I wish I had taken a picture with her. ME. And then I'd tell her what I'd like for Christmas. And she'd be gracious and laugh but internally think, "Oh god, do I LOOK like Santa? Am I fat and WHITE? I DON'T THINK SO. Maaaaan!"
I managed to find the portrait artist right around that little bend and, lo and behold, the prices were nothing to giggle over, but I expected as much. The time was the issue here. You can't expect a full picture of your FACE to be a quick thing, and I knew nobody would approve of this awesome idea either.
LE SIGH. I never get to chill in New Orleans. :(
I get over things. I get over things quick. Especially when we got to go on Pirates and then Indiana Jones in the FREAKING QUICKEST LINES EVAR. In the history of TIME. In the history of LIFE. In the history of ME.
We parted ways after Indiana Jones, as our park hoppers were calling upon us to hop the fence on over to California Adventures. Running through the Hollywood Backlot reminded me very much of last trip. Hmm...
And thus, I got my family to appreciate THEATRE in the form of Aladdin's Musical Spectacular. So. MUCH. FFFUUUUNNN. Goooooooood, I love that show.
Then we soared over California, something especially fun for the fam because they'd never gone on the ride before and because my dad could go, "HEY I'VE BEEN IN THERE!" when we flew over the golf course, and because everyone got to fly. I thought my sister would start crying, but she was yelping with joy.
After eating some burgers and sandwiches at the nearby Taste Pilots' Grill (nomnomnom chicken sammiches, nomnomnom onion rings, nomnomnom vanilla shaaaakes)we went back to Disneyland for the fireworks spectacular! But not before purchasing an over-priced balloon that lit up for my little sister. It later deflated when we had to hand it over to the Haunted Mansion people and then MISTREATED it. Lear's balls.
We rushed past the now lit up Christmas tree, all trippied out by my expert camera handling...
Down Main Street... OMG I CAN'T IGNORE THIS!
I wanted to sit there and stare at that castle ALL NIGHT LONG, no joke.
OH HAI HAUNTED MANSION, HAI. I see Jack's had his way with you. Interesting, interesting.
Now, I personally consider the Haunted Mansion a staple in the Disneyland diet. It makes me sad if I don't go on it. My dad doesn't care for it much and so to appease him, we rushed on over to Splash Mountain after this. Line was like 5 minutes long because everyone's already rushed over to the Rivers of America or the Central Plaza to prepare for the night spectaculars. I chose to chill outside with my mom and browse the overpriced merchandise that I've become immune to through careful training. I'm like the Brahman of Disneyland, son.
So, we managed to watch the fireworks show. I NEARLY CRIED, I WAS SO HAPPY. Most beautiful thing EVAR. And then it "snowed." There were these lamp thing that showed globs of foam that looked like snow on certain sections of the Central Plaza. EPIC WIN, DISNEYLAND. You've contented me once again.
We left then, but not before I'd had my pick of souvenir. I knew to stay away from the hats, since I always forget about them, and instead wandered into a little visited art shop where they sell you overpriced posters and overpriced frames. I settled for an overpriced poster of the Mad tEa Party complete with Disney characters spinning in the tEacups - a nod to Mustafa and his tEa party.
That shiz is on my wall now, yo.
Next morning, I ate myself silly at El Torito's sunday buffet. That night, I killed myself over Bio and Math. Returning to my regularly scheduled programming was sadness :(
BUT GOD I LOVE DISNEYLAND :D :D :D :D :D
Nevertheless, it's still here and we're working through our problems. Meh, not really. It's sorta degenerated into a "OMG I WENT TO DISNEYLAND GAIS" kinda thing. And I really have no problem with that.
In keeping with the I LOVE DISNEYLAND OH YES motif, I'll just tell you how I spent my last weekend. If you haven't guessed yet... I went to Disneyland. Stayed in a hotel and everythang. Woke up the next day and had breakfast... and tEa!
Oh, and it was such a lovely sight upon entering! Well, even before that, obviously. Because it's Disneyland. That's just how they DO. The castle was SNOWED ON. I was astounded, amazed, speechless, and just a tad itchy, maybe. That, clearly, had nothing to do with the "snowed on" castle, but it's just a fact I felt needed to be pointed out.
King Arthur's Carrousel has some creepy ass faces, man...
We went on Dumbo and laughed our asses off. My mother and I weren't sure what came over us. It was probably the Disney MAGIC. Fur sealz.
Friends, remember that tEa pot at the beginning of the post? Yeah, well, there musta been something in the tEa, because in time, I began to SEE thiiiiiiings... strange things. O_o
NO, NOT DANCING, TINY WOMEN! Waaaaaaaaaai, God, why?!
>Holy Jesus Christ, the sky! Look at the SKY.
What's that you say? I'm not on shrooms, as a dear friend of mine once claimed? No? That's just a bunch of crappy pictures of it's a small world holiday? Oh. Ok then. That was a tad embarassing. MOVING ON.
Ho Ho Holidays INDEED.
Pfft. Don't hold your breath, Disney.
IN ADDITION, there was a parade! With Santa! And other stuff! I took pictures, but considering my limited stature, they were nothing marvelous. Besides, during the parade time, we managed to JOIN FORCES with a man with a broken leg from Mexicali, as well as his wife and his 4 year old son, Robert.
Can you say, FASTPASS? We can. We never had to. We had a HANDICAP. That's BETTER than a fastpass!
In time, we'd ridden four rides in the time it'd take us to do two. EPIC. FREAKING. WIN. While in handicap line for Pirates, I flitted off to explore New Orleans Square, because I'm a badass rebel like that, and also because when I was at Disneyland during the Fall, I'd come across a portrait maker in the middle of the Square, and kinda wanted a lovely portrait of myself, because I'm vain. As I was walking towards where I'd seen them, I glimpsed a little corner/nook with a large "Princess and the Frog" sign over the doorway. Upon closer inspection, I learned that Princess Tiana was taking pictures and signing autographs... and the line was only 20 minutes! Before you scoff, you must know that the line for Princess Fantasy Faire in Fantasyland was a freaking HOUR AND A HALF long. I know this because early in our journey through magicalness, we decided to hunt down a princess for my little sister, a project which failed epically.
Now, however, here was a chance to take a picture with a Disney princess - and a REALLY recent one too! The recentist! That's not a word! I don't care! It was so, so lucky, but the entire clan was back in line for Pirates and I knew nobody would approve of my AWESOME idea except for my sister and me. Thus, I sighed and proceeded around the corner of the street, pausing only in the teeny tiny, itsy bitsy Princess and the Frog shop, where I caught a glimpse of the newest princess through the window.
She was so cute :3 I wish I had taken a picture with her. ME. And then I'd tell her what I'd like for Christmas. And she'd be gracious and laugh but internally think, "Oh god, do I LOOK like Santa? Am I fat and WHITE? I DON'T THINK SO. Maaaaan!"
I managed to find the portrait artist right around that little bend and, lo and behold, the prices were nothing to giggle over, but I expected as much. The time was the issue here. You can't expect a full picture of your FACE to be a quick thing, and I knew nobody would approve of this awesome idea either.
LE SIGH. I never get to chill in New Orleans. :(
I get over things. I get over things quick. Especially when we got to go on Pirates and then Indiana Jones in the FREAKING QUICKEST LINES EVAR. In the history of TIME. In the history of LIFE. In the history of ME.
We parted ways after Indiana Jones, as our park hoppers were calling upon us to hop the fence on over to California Adventures. Running through the Hollywood Backlot reminded me very much of last trip. Hmm...
And thus, I got my family to appreciate THEATRE in the form of Aladdin's Musical Spectacular. So. MUCH. FFFUUUUNNN. Goooooooood, I love that show.
Then we soared over California, something especially fun for the fam because they'd never gone on the ride before and because my dad could go, "HEY I'VE BEEN IN THERE!" when we flew over the golf course, and because everyone got to fly. I thought my sister would start crying, but she was yelping with joy.
After eating some burgers and sandwiches at the nearby Taste Pilots' Grill (nomnomnom chicken sammiches, nomnomnom onion rings, nomnomnom vanilla shaaaakes)we went back to Disneyland for the fireworks spectacular! But not before purchasing an over-priced balloon that lit up for my little sister. It later deflated when we had to hand it over to the Haunted Mansion people and then MISTREATED it. Lear's balls.
We rushed past the now lit up Christmas tree, all trippied out by my expert camera handling...
Down Main Street... OMG I CAN'T IGNORE THIS!
I wanted to sit there and stare at that castle ALL NIGHT LONG, no joke.
OH HAI HAUNTED MANSION, HAI. I see Jack's had his way with you. Interesting, interesting.
Now, I personally consider the Haunted Mansion a staple in the Disneyland diet. It makes me sad if I don't go on it. My dad doesn't care for it much and so to appease him, we rushed on over to Splash Mountain after this. Line was like 5 minutes long because everyone's already rushed over to the Rivers of America or the Central Plaza to prepare for the night spectaculars. I chose to chill outside with my mom and browse the overpriced merchandise that I've become immune to through careful training. I'm like the Brahman of Disneyland, son.
So, we managed to watch the fireworks show. I NEARLY CRIED, I WAS SO HAPPY. Most beautiful thing EVAR. And then it "snowed." There were these lamp thing that showed globs of foam that looked like snow on certain sections of the Central Plaza. EPIC WIN, DISNEYLAND. You've contented me once again.
We left then, but not before I'd had my pick of souvenir. I knew to stay away from the hats, since I always forget about them, and instead wandered into a little visited art shop where they sell you overpriced posters and overpriced frames. I settled for an overpriced poster of the Mad tEa Party complete with Disney characters spinning in the tEacups - a nod to Mustafa and his tEa party.
That shiz is on my wall now, yo.
Next morning, I ate myself silly at El Torito's sunday buffet. That night, I killed myself over Bio and Math. Returning to my regularly scheduled programming was sadness :(
BUT GOD I LOVE DISNEYLAND :D :D :D :D :D
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