BEWARE: EXTREME SAPPINESS CONCENTRATED ENOUGH TO KILL EVEN STRAWBERRY-SCENTED BEARS
NOTE: Darlingest reader, forgive this old woman her disorganized writing. And her failed attempts at funny. And likely grammatical errors. Thanks.
Okay so I saw Toy Story 3 today.
omg.
I know it's very teenager-y to relate all sorts of things to your own life (e.g. WOW THIS SONG IS SO BEAUTIFUL I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND HOW AIRPLANES ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS BECAUSE ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS ARE WAYS TO LIE TO MYSELF COMMENCE EMO-NESS AND SELF-DESTRUCTIVE DEPRESSION), but I daresay that as a junior this year, I feel as if the movie is actually trying to rid me of the current plagues that are...plaguing me.
Interestingly, our teachers and elders remind us that this is the year to mature, grow and become what a woman should be. And here we are running over to malls to watch a movie about talking, animate toys. BOY THE IRONY.
As soon as it ended, I scuttled about the lobby outside in utter satisfaction and confusion. Also I looked like a homeless woman who can only afford a large Coke from 7-11.
Anyhoo.
It was over. THE TOY STORY FRANCHISE WAS COMPLETELY OVER. I was devastated in this happy sort of way (what.), and I realized what was happening; my childhood had reached it's end. What began with the push of a tape into a VHS player has now evolved into a supreme amalgamation of love, loss and lots and lots of dusty nostalgia. I then realized that all my self-doubts were normal and that the well of childhood innocence has run dry for me and that perhaps it was time to drink from the big-people lake.
btw spoiler alert
When Andy found Woody at the bottom of the box in the end, the little girl was like OOH OOH and he was like NGYEAGH cue my tear ducts + loud loud sobbing = REVELATION! I realized that as a teenaged girl still holding onto my Disney-sponsored past, it was really really really time to let go. I am not saying that I am no longer going to be a little kid raised by Walt Disney. I am merely saying that perhaps the solution to all my doubts concerning myself, what I was and what I want to be is to really to step up and start becoming the man. Or woman for that matter.
~end self-indulgence~
Time for my bar mitzvah.
Okay so I saw Toy Story 3 today.
omg.
I know it's very teenager-y to relate all sorts of things to your own life (e.g. WOW THIS SONG IS SO BEAUTIFUL I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND HOW AIRPLANES ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS BECAUSE ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS ARE WAYS TO LIE TO MYSELF COMMENCE EMO-NESS AND SELF-DESTRUCTIVE DEPRESSION), but I daresay that as a junior this year, I feel as if the movie is actually trying to rid me of the current plagues that are...plaguing me.
Interestingly, our teachers and elders remind us that this is the year to mature, grow and become what a woman should be. And here we are running over to malls to watch a movie about talking, animate toys. BOY THE IRONY.
As soon as it ended, I scuttled about the lobby outside in utter satisfaction and confusion. Also I looked like a homeless woman who can only afford a large Coke from 7-11.
Anyhoo.
It was over. THE TOY STORY FRANCHISE WAS COMPLETELY OVER. I was devastated in this happy sort of way (what.), and I realized what was happening; my childhood had reached it's end. What began with the push of a tape into a VHS player has now evolved into a supreme amalgamation of love, loss and lots and lots of dusty nostalgia. I then realized that all my self-doubts were normal and that the well of childhood innocence has run dry for me and that perhaps it was time to drink from the big-people lake.
btw spoiler alert
When Andy found Woody at the bottom of the box in the end, the little girl was like OOH OOH and he was like NGYEAGH cue my tear ducts + loud loud sobbing = REVELATION! I realized that as a teenaged girl still holding onto my Disney-sponsored past, it was really really really time to let go. I am not saying that I am no longer going to be a little kid raised by Walt Disney. I am merely saying that perhaps the solution to all my doubts concerning myself, what I was and what I want to be is to really to step up and start becoming the man. Or woman for that matter.
~end self-indulgence~
Time for my bar mitzvah.