troy + gabriela 4eva!
Okay, so guys, I was in a bad place at the end of last week - depressed, stressed out, sad - and I found myself backsliding, looking for comfort. The kind of warm, nurturing relationship I remember so desperately craving when I was a child, but never got. Okay, that's a lie - I had a warm, nurturing childhood. What I didn't have was cable TV for many of my childhood years, and even when we did get cable, it was the cheap kind, and I only discovered Disney when I was far past the target demographic.
But you have to understand: When I was a kid, there was nothing I yearned for more than the Disney Channel. I read the Disney Adventures magazine every time I visited the grocery store. We used to get free previews once a year, for three days or so, and I was practically glued to the TV those three days. Avonlea was my favorite, but I'd watch anything.
So you can understand that I would, in a time of trouble, turn to that thing I'd sought so often as a child but rarely had - Disney.
The place this is all headed is: I watched High School Musical Friday night. Nay, I will fully own up: I taped High School Musical Friday night, because I was going out to dinner with my parents, and saw the first five minutes, and had to see what happened between Gabriela and Troy after their first awkward karaoke session. I taped it, and I crawled into bed Friday night feeling sad and pathetic and depressed, and I watched the movie and, well. I LOVED IT. The singing wasn't that good, and the songs were kind of ridiculous, and okay, the plot was dorky, but. BUT! The two leads were SO ADORABLE I couldn't stand it. And I don't think anyone else in the world over the age of twelve watched it. I post this out of two desperate hopes: (1) that I am not alone and someone else out there watched this, and (2) that if no one did, none of you will judge me too harshly for enjoying it so much.
Usually I'm okay with things like this, but I'm feeling increasingly self-conscious about everything lately. Also, at the IMDB site for HSM, I found a link asking, "Am I too old for Disney?" and clicked on it, thinking I would find a kindred spirit, only to discover that the person writing it was thirteen. Thirteen! Half my age, almost! That kind of stressed me out.
The other TV item of note from the weekend was Masterpiece Theater, which I taped last night and watched today and found to be even more awesome. I am very stressed out about Esther and her doctor, who just joined the Navy. I haven't read Bleak House, and know almost nothing about it other than that Esther will get some kind of pox (smallpox? Chicken pox? Measles?) at some point. But I thought the vibe between her and Mr. Woodcourt was just lovely, and, well. What if he dies at sea?? What if she marries someone else?? WHAT IF??
It's killing me that I could click on a few links and find out all of this information (plus more!). Must be strong!
The other BBC miniseries everyone must watch is North and South. I will have to go into greater depth at some point, but really? YOU MUST SEE IT. It is, quite possibly, better than the BBC production of Pride and Prejudice. And I don't just mean in terms of writing or cinematography or any of that stuff - I mean that it features a lead who rivals Colin Firth's ability to play a dashing, smoldering 19th century man in love against his better judgment. This picture does not do him justice but I really have to go to bed, and thusly don't have time to find another one.
And that is all for now.
But you have to understand: When I was a kid, there was nothing I yearned for more than the Disney Channel. I read the Disney Adventures magazine every time I visited the grocery store. We used to get free previews once a year, for three days or so, and I was practically glued to the TV those three days. Avonlea was my favorite, but I'd watch anything.
So you can understand that I would, in a time of trouble, turn to that thing I'd sought so often as a child but rarely had - Disney.
The place this is all headed is: I watched High School Musical Friday night. Nay, I will fully own up: I taped High School Musical Friday night, because I was going out to dinner with my parents, and saw the first five minutes, and had to see what happened between Gabriela and Troy after their first awkward karaoke session. I taped it, and I crawled into bed Friday night feeling sad and pathetic and depressed, and I watched the movie and, well. I LOVED IT. The singing wasn't that good, and the songs were kind of ridiculous, and okay, the plot was dorky, but. BUT! The two leads were SO ADORABLE I couldn't stand it. And I don't think anyone else in the world over the age of twelve watched it. I post this out of two desperate hopes: (1) that I am not alone and someone else out there watched this, and (2) that if no one did, none of you will judge me too harshly for enjoying it so much.
Usually I'm okay with things like this, but I'm feeling increasingly self-conscious about everything lately. Also, at the IMDB site for HSM, I found a link asking, "Am I too old for Disney?" and clicked on it, thinking I would find a kindred spirit, only to discover that the person writing it was thirteen. Thirteen! Half my age, almost! That kind of stressed me out.
The other TV item of note from the weekend was Masterpiece Theater, which I taped last night and watched today and found to be even more awesome. I am very stressed out about Esther and her doctor, who just joined the Navy. I haven't read Bleak House, and know almost nothing about it other than that Esther will get some kind of pox (smallpox? Chicken pox? Measles?) at some point. But I thought the vibe between her and Mr. Woodcourt was just lovely, and, well. What if he dies at sea?? What if she marries someone else?? WHAT IF??
It's killing me that I could click on a few links and find out all of this information (plus more!). Must be strong!
The other BBC miniseries everyone must watch is North and South. I will have to go into greater depth at some point, but really? YOU MUST SEE IT. It is, quite possibly, better than the BBC production of Pride and Prejudice. And I don't just mean in terms of writing or cinematography or any of that stuff - I mean that it features a lead who rivals Colin Firth's ability to play a dashing, smoldering 19th century man in love against his better judgment. This picture does not do him justice but I really have to go to bed, and thusly don't have time to find another one.
And that is all for now.