Pocahontas has Met its Match...

Okay, so I saw another great Disney movie yesterday with my friend Ursula yesterday. For an early birthday present, she gave me this 3-D puzzle of the COOLEST BUILDING EVER BUILT: Notre Dame. I have had the grand opportunity to actually sing there and view its wonderfulness, so it holds a special place in my heart. So yeah, she got me the puzzle, and we put it together yesterday afternoon. As we were putting it together, we watched the second best -- possibly even the best -- Disney movie to go along with it: The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

I have not seen this movie in years. What I remembered from it was that it was an insanely good movie... and it still was. The MUSIC is to DIE for. All the songs are so good! And it's so cool how they were able to put in some Catholic mass chants and bells amidst the happy Disney music. My favorite song is, of course, "Heaven's Light" because it's that Beauty-and-the-Beast song Quasi Modo sings about Ezmerelda. How he has never felt love and suddenly she popped into his life and made him so happy. This movie could bring me to tears on many occasions, but one of them is when Quasi's being laughed, tied, and mocked by the people of Paris, and Ezmerelda comes up and saves him. It's so terrible how they treat him. Just because he's different.

And how about the villain? Frolo is really evil... And he's evil in a different way. Most other Disney Villains KNOW what they're doing is evil and they work FOR evil. Frolo believes he is pure... he believes what he's doing is what God wants. That's scary isn't it? We see that today, as well. Self-righteous people who tell others what to do because they feel they have the power and control to do it. And there's those extreme activists who perform murder for the sake of religion. It's a scary idea, and Disney portrays this idea well.

Yep, I think this ties with Pocahontas as the best Disney Movie of all time!!!

So many times out there
I've watched a happy pair
Of lovers walking in the night...
They had a kind of glow about them.
It almost looked like Heaven's light.

I never thought I'd know
That warm and loving glow,
Though I might wish with all my might...
No face as hideous as my face
Was ever meant for Heaven's light.

Then suddenly an angel has smiled at me
And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright...

I dare to dream that she
Might even care for me
And as I ring these bells tonight,
My cold, dark tower seems so bright
I swear it must be Heaven's light.

By the Way...

By the way, last night I dreamed about my ex-boyfriend. We broke up exactly a year ago...
Just thought I'd plug that in.

Alright, an Eventful Fourth...

I saw "Get Smart" with Thaddeus and the Redhead yesterday.

It was funnishly uncomfortable.

I loved being with him. With her. With both of them. They're both EXTREMELY nice people, which is why they work well together, I think. Anyway, Thaddeus picked me up and we drove out and saw the movie. Afterwards we decided we could still catch some fireworks. So we went up to a parking ramp and looked out along the horizons of our town and watched about six displays at once. They were far away, but we heard them.

Then we decided the stars were awful pretty that night, so we went out to a feild by my old Junior High School and we just laid down and watched the stars. The big dipper was out that night. That was the only constellation I recognized... And I saw it first. That was probably my favorite part of the night.

Then we went to the Redhead's house. We were going to watch a movie, but we couldn't decide on one, so Thaddeus simply played the guitar and we talked and joked around a bit. Thaddeus is very ticklish. So am I, but they never cared to see if I was. They were so cute, it made me want to go jump out of a window. Not die, necessarily, but do something that would take my mind off of it. And it takes something as extreme like jumping out a window to get my mind off of things like this. Does that make me a weird person? I think lots of people feel that way, they just don't want to admit it...

I felt like the thumb in a mittened hand. While Thaddeus and Redhead were enjoying themselves together, I felt a little like I wasn't supposed to be there. But they did seem very hospitable. Redhead talked to me a lot.. we have a lot in common. That's one thing I hate. Whenever I do something, Thaddeus always says things like, "Redhead does that too." And I wish I could say, "WELL I'M NOT REDHEAD, SO QUIT COMPARING ME TO HER ALL THE TIME!!"



Look at this, this entry is beginning to sound like my diary. Excuse my rants. On to more important things:



Anyway, time now for your traditional helena movie review on "Get Smart." Highly recommend it. It's got enough action and suspense, but it's also absolutely hilarious! The actor who plays Max is so silly... But he's so serious as he's being silly, it's even more silly! And this was probably Anne Hathaway at her best as well. My only problem: We never find out Agent 99's real name, and that annoys me. We know Max is Max, but who's Agent 99? Anyway, there are also some slams at the president in the movie. They're not bad, but you know what they're trying to say. So that added some extra political humor that I think some of my readers might enjoy.


Speaking of readers, I'm wondering if I should share this blog with anyone else in my friendship circle. My only thing against it would be all the personal stuff I've shoved in here. Like the beginning of this entry. But, at the same time, it's not impossible to remove this personal stuff, and if my readership widens enough, those who don't know me personally will never know who the people of which I speak are. Even those within my social circle might have a tough time with some of them, although just about everyone knows who Thaddeus and Redhead are. I didn't give them those nicknames to prevent people I know from understanding who they are. The purpose of these nicknames is to make sure that if there are any creepers out there, THEY won't know exactly who they are. I'm rambling now.

A Nightmare...

Last night I had a nightmare. a Bona fide nightmare.

I was with my church group... we were all in our trek shirts, so I'm assuming that I was back on the trek I had last month. We were on trains, driving to several various church sites. But on our way to one, this giant robotic THING came out of nowhere and with him came all this fire and destruction. All the kids fell into a pit. The robot reached out his hand, stuck it into the pit, scooped up six or seven kids, and ATE THEM. I can still hear the crunching of their bones. He looked evil. He had big eyes... kind of like "The Iron Giant" except bigger and oranger and with fire coming from somewhere on his body. There was fire everywhere. Somehow I managed to not fall in the pit. So I tried to run and hide behind one of the burning train cares. But he saw me and reached out his hand and said "more." I was more scared than I had ever been in a dream. I bolted.

For some reason, the robot decided he was content to eat the kids in the pit. So I saw a whole bunch of my fellow churchgoing priests and laurels get chomped up and swallowed. Somehow I got the courage to come close to him and ask him, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"

He spoke in this deep, mechanical voice that ran through my body and eventually woke me up. "I was built to take care of this place... well, I was... hahaha!" Then he chomped up a whole bunch of kids again. I felt like I was going to be sick. Then he said, "You should have seen how my creator begged to not be destroyed. He said 'I own and maintain you! You can't eat me!' OWN AND MAINTAIN! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Then he laughed this maniacal laugh that made his eyes get all flamy and red and psycho and then he dove into the pit and ate everyone. I woke up to the sound of this laugh. I was shaking all over. It was still early in the morning, but I was afraid to go back to sleep.

Eventually I did, though. Then I dreamed that I was driving over this bridge and I ended up crashing my car through a concrete barrier and jumping from the bride I was on to another bridge. My friends were in the car with me, and they told me I just did something not only dangerous, but illegal. So we left the car on the bridge next to the broken concrete and ran. We went under the bridge into the river that was under us, and there we waited and watched as other drivers on the bridge stopped and looked at my white camry that was just sitting on the bridge with no owner. We feared the police would come, so Elizabeth Rhinevault, who happened to be with us, decided to to something about it. She swam until she was directly beneath the parked car on the bridge, and she spoke in a chipmunky voice. She said that she was carrying a bunch of druggies in the car, and they fell out of the car, crashed the barrier, and fell into the river. She then asked those who were up by the vehicle -- namely Mrs. Graff, who happened to be passing by -- to stay until we got out of the river and back to the car. There was no damage on the car, so they assumed Elizabeth was telling the truth and so they stayed. We swam out of the river and back up to the car. Then I woke up again.

I've had some weird dreams. That robot dream still freaks me out.

Oh, it's the fourth of July. Happy fourth all!!

MCR

I woke up today thinking of leather... don't know why.
I have little news to share, so I'm thinking I just might go into a tangent about something... something I like.
I got it. I guess I never told you how uber happy I get when I listen to the band My Chemical Romance. It's such a great band. I remember, back in the day, when they were really emo and I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. Now they've changed into sort of a progressive/anthem rock with their new CD, The Black Parade and they've improved so much!! I can hardly listen to their old stuff anymore without comparing it to the new. The concept of The Black Parade is about a cancer patient, ready to die in a hospital at any moment. He looks back on his life and feels fear, anger, joy, regret at his passing. At the very end, he says he's not afraid to move on. I love this band...
Okay, you have been successfully bored out of your skull, haven't you? I just wanted something to talk about, and I hadn't mentioned the MCR picture on my sidebar, yet, so I just threw this in here. Isn't Gerard Way FABULOUS-looking?! I should say so!!!

I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiving
Nothing you can say can stop me going home

I see you lying next to me
with words I thought I'd never speak
awake and unafraid
alseep or dead...

-- My Chemical Romance, Famous Last Words

parental troubles...

Oh, by the way, my parents are telling me that I'm spending too much time on the computer, so they're telling me that if I don't shape up, I'll only be able to be on it for an hour each day. If my blog entries suddenly start getting really short, that would be why. I'm hoping to write most of these from around nine to ten, while my mom is working out and my dad is at work, but sometimes my sister is on here, checking her emails. So I'm trying to get up earlier so I can get done earlier so that it looks like I'm not wasting my day away. But I don't know. I'll keep you posted on my blogging strategies.

A Successful Dream

I had a dream last night! Finally!
It wasn't that great of a dream... I remember that me and a couple other people I know from school and church were playing these short soccer games. We all had different color t-shirts on. My team happened to be yellow, and this girl named Elizabeth was on my team. Apparently, we were worried about our performances in the games, because when these two other boys show up wearing yellow shirts, we get excited. They are the Athlete and one of his friends. Both play baseball in real life, so they were also wearing their baseball pants, cleats, socks, and hats. We knew that their athleticism would help us in the game. I never actually got to see them play, though. I remember playing myself... I would score quite a few goals, or assist in them. I really wondered why we were in such trouble. I felt like I was playing on an empty feild. There was even no goalie guarding the goal, half the time. I don't know what that was about.
Well, apparently after the games we ate refreshments provided by one of my church leaders who was there. Then she talked about how she had found these cardboard walls that she wished to keep over her bed, but they kept falling apart. So she was looking for a new bed cover. (???????)
Suddenly I was in my dad's old office, looking up and down the hallways for something. I haven't a clue what I was looking for, but there I was.
So yeah, that's my lame dream. I look back on it, and it's not as exciting as what I had hoped. Sorry I bored you, dear readers.