Where Does The Time Go?

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Swaying to Sway, by Michael Bublé (appropriate, eh?)

Wondering why on earth I'm up at 2:30 a.m. writing a blog post that will likely be about nothing.

    I can tell you one reason I'm awake. 

    I watched Snow White again, tonight. No, not the one that kept me awake until dawn, the Disney version. But still. As my friend Jeremy said, "There are some things - like that witch - that just stay with you, and no know matter how old you are when you watch it, it'll still get to you." You'd think I would have learned, right? Wrong! It came on after Enchanted on ABC Family. Nothing can go wrong after Enchanted. 

    It occurred to me today just how much time I waste. Not just doing random things on the internet (which, believe me, I do), but in general. I waste a lot of time waiting to fall asleep, driving to class, eating, redesigning my blog and Twitter (you like? It only took me three hours to get the fading and size right. Thank you, Picnik). I must spend a ton of time on my phone, because it was 98% charged this morning when I left for my 9:30 class, and 10% charged by tonight during Snow White, at 9:00 p.m. You'd think it would hold more charge over twelve hours. Perhaps I expect too much. After all, I did name her Persephone. She has to spend half of her life in the underworld (read: not charged).

    Also, I don't have anything constant about this blog. My dear friend Hannah has lovely little things she does every week on certain days on her blog, which I'm totally in love with, by the way.  In fact, she blogs every day. I'm lucky if I get something in every four days. If this blog is to have any point at all, I really need to get my act together and write on a schedule. I do write every day, but not necessarily for the blog. More often, it's for one of my books, or (as of late) a letter to Corey who just went off to basic training. What I need to do is choose something specific (like letters to inanimate objects) to write on a certain day every week. More than one would be fantastic, but I'm blog-blocked.

    Any suggestions? Comment, Tweet, or Facebook them to me! Thanks bunches!

Why I Will Never Watch Snow White Ever Again

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Listening to Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs 
Worrying about my Italian exam tomorrow
    I should be asleep right now, but instead I decided to watch Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (which, by the way, still scares me to death and I've only seen it once all the way through). Brilliant idea at two in the morning in a dark room during a thunderstorm, right? It gets better.
    YouTube took off all the Disney movies a few months ago, but I found part one of Snow White, so I assumed I'd be able to find the rest. I couldn't. What I did find was a live action version, with a really pretty girl who, I assumed, was Snow White (called Lily in this version). Sigourney Weaver played the evil stepmother. I thought, "This ought to be good."
    What I didn't realize until I'd already clicked and couldn't possibly stop watching was that it was entitled Snow White A Tale Of Terror. As if the Disney version wasn't bad enough. Not only does the stepmother try to get her brother to kill Lily and bring back her heart, but she also makes the heart he brought back (a pig's thank goodness) into a stew and feeds it to Lily's father, as well as feasts on it herself. She also makes out with said brother, and Lily's fiancee later on, keeps the son that she miscarried - like he's alive, tries to bury Lily alive, as well as crucifies her father, turns all the servants of the house into blood crazed cannibals, pushes Lily's fiancee out a third story window through the glass, and uses Lily's father's blood to bring her son to life in some sort of ceremony (he looked like a zombie child with skeletal little hands). There's more. Rather than kill her, the apple gives the appearance of her being dead - her eyes can see, her ears can hear, but she can't breathe or speak or move, so her fiancee (whom she doesn't love anymore by this point) and the man she actually loves think she's dead and put her in a stained-glass coffin where she'll stay alive and unmoving for all eternity. It's not until they begin to bury her that the man she loves, whose name escapes me, realizes she's still alive. And I'm still not sure how. He does some sort of Heimlich deal and she spits up a piece of apple. When she comes to rescue her father and finds the stepmother and a house of zombie-slaves and a zombie-baby, and mirrors everywhere, she begins smashing them all, which of course gives evil stepmother dearest plenty of sharp objects to stab into Lily's face. Then she takes Lily by the back of the head and smashes her face into a mirror repeatedly before realizing her son is on fire from a toppled-over candelabra. That's when Lily finally gets to stab the magic mirror and kill stepmumsie, who first spurts blood from her chest, then becomes old, then gets impaled with shards of the magic mirror which explodes, then falls back into the fire and goes up in flames, then gets crushed by her huge bed which collapses on her. Her death is quite epic. All of these disturbing vignettes are filmed in far too much detail to be suitable for in-the-dark watching in the middle of a stormy night.
    I. Will. Never. Sleep. Again.

Letters to Inanimate Objects 3/22

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Bouncin' along to She Moves In Her Own Way by the Kooks. It's just so darn catchy.
Reveling in the fact that I'm wearing summer pj's with my window open. Thank you, Georgia.
    I really need to be more consistent with my blogging here. But let's face it. I'm nothing if not completely inconsistent with everything I do. It's part of my charm. Right? Don't answer that. Here are some random Letters to Inanimate Objects. Do enjoy, dear reader.

Dear Georgia Weather,

    Your spring breezes are delightful, and I'm loving that the nights are open-window-worthy, but I beg you, for the sake of all things itchy and watery and sneezy, let up on the pollen. I'm nerdy enough every day of my life without having to wear my stupid glasses because my eyes are two swollen red itchy hives. I pay a lot of money for those contacts since obviously I have to bribe them with cash to get along with my eyes. Now you're shooting little yellow allergy bombs into my eyeballs and ruining their fragile tolerance of one another. You take your golden powdered breezes and go blow yourself. (Ha. Ha ha. See what I did there?) 

Dear Cold That I've Had For Over A Week,

    This is a formal letter demanding your surrender. I'm armed with Zyrtec, Zycam, Vick's, DayQuil, and off-brand Tylenol Cold and Sinus, and I'm not afraid to take them all at the same time. I see that you've entrenched yourself in my lungs and chest, and I'm warning you, that's dangerous territory. You want trench warfare? I'll gas you with the daggum humidifier. I realize that my attempt at annihilating your stronghold in my throat with that throat-numbing spray didn't work well because I couldn't keep my tongue down, so I ended up numbing that, but I'll have you know that if you turn this into pneumonia (again) the hospital is heavily armed and a strong Ally. Prepare yourself you disgusting menace, 'cause the Benadryl grenades are flyin'. You. Are. Going. Down.

Dear CoverGirl Outlast Lip Stain,

    I've heard a lot of negative reviews about you, but personally, I've been very pleased. I love the fact that I can put you on, and have good color that doesn't immediately scream "I'm wearing lipstick!" After you're all dry and soaked in, it doesn't even feel like I'm wearing anything, and I can put Chapstick on top and it doesn't change the color at all. 200 awesome points to you. (Although, I'd like to try a different color..) 


Sincerely,
Sarah Jane