My Gleekhood is in serious danger

Glee, here is my problem with you. You know how awesome you are. Were. And you have an agenda now. Your new-found awareness drained all the fresh air and novelty out of you. You started out like a young adult fresh out of college, ready to show the world what you had to offer. And we ate it up. But now that we're done snacking all you can do is regurgitate afternoon special singalongs. You had strong characters with zing who fell into stereotypical roles and rocked them. Um, hello? Mercedes, awesome? She was a diva, she knew it and she let us know it. She was big and she loved every curve and pound. Whatheheck? Mercedes having weight issues? That seems more like an issue Kurt would have before Mercedes would. She was big but it made her. She was confident and had an amazing attitude. She did not have an issue with her weight, producers/writers, you just thought because she was big she had to have a complex? And having her sing that Christina Aguilerra song - so original. And, by the way, what is with Quinn all of a sudden being the "I know what it's like, Iused to be that way" guru? Don't you think if she could she would drop right back into that role? Just because she's pregnant doesn't mean she is instantly wise and all-knowing.

But Kurt is my big issue. His first song of the show was his audition of Mr. Cellophane from Chicago, the kind of musical Kurt would love. The first "gay episode" featuring several scenes blasting "Single Ladies" was meaningful and a wonderful exploration of Kurt, but still funny and charming. Five "gay episodes" later and I'm sick of it. Finn is rightly freaked out by sharing a room with a a "brother" who has a serious crush on him! The show portrayed Finn as being wrong for exploding at Kurt. Because, hey, if out from nowhere your mother springs on you that you're moving in with her new boyfriend, his gay son who has a crush on you and that there's no say about it, it's wrong to be angry. Right. But Finn had some God-given patience for not exploding at this. It wasn't until the interior decor nightmare that Kurt vomited all over their room that he burst, but not before being reprimanded by Kurt's father for being unreasonable. Right, right. *sigh* This is the problem with having the producer also be a writer, trying to force his own experiences into the episodes where they don't belong. But the biggest problem is that these "gay episodes" have no right being part of Kurt. He is strong. He was totally secure until the writer bludgeoned his pride with LIKE A MILLION of these ridiculous episodes.

Glee has lost so much of its power and bold attitude. Aiz sad. Last weeks episode - Theatricality - wouldn't have been bad at all if it weren't for the issues with Kurt/Finn/crush/living together/etc. I liked the music, especially Idina singing Funny Girl (love! that song) and her duet with Lea. I liked the momentary resolution between their two characters. The episode should have just been about them. It deserved a bit more depth, but alas~

Ryan Murphy: that is not your life.

Toodle Pip.

Fire

I. Am. So. Tired--

6.5 hours later, and I am still tired, though a 2.5 hour nap has slightly mollified my fatigue. I don't have much to report today other than my lack of sleep, though I went to lunch with my Nanny and Mom, furthering my deprivation of sleep. But, whatever. I love libraries, by the way. I've only devoured four or five books since last week (when I started my treks to the library), though to be fair some of my books were quite long. Anyhow, my goal of 25 doesn't seem so far off, I don't think. The remaining books aren't too long, in the mid-two to three hundreds (pages) collectively. One of the books I've read has been Fire by Kristin Cashore.

I can't tell you why I love this author so much. With only two books out, Graceling (a 100% recommended read!) and Fire, the one I just finished, there isn't much to awe at, you would think. Maybe it's her style. Stephenie Meyer could really take some notes from Kristin. Now, I know authors have different styles and different voices. Yeah, I know, but, frankly, Kristin could write the sparkles out of Stephenie Meyer. All this is to say, I highly recommend her books: they're moving, strong and intelligent. I still can't seem to extrapolate Fire from my thoughts. I can't compare her works to things like Fountainhead or Catcher in the Rye, mainly because Graceling and Fire lack motives. They just are. Her stories are driven by the personality and, sometimes, bad lots her characters are forced into, how they overcome it and what meets them in-between. They're real. They whine sometimes but don't get away with it, like some helpless girls from Washington. They aren't slapped on the wrist, but humbled.

I think the quality and tangibility of her characters are what moves me. I sound like a fanatic, I know, but I'm really just proud that for every whiny girl dependent on her man who is dependent on his eye color and sullen, but somehow sexy and alluring, attitude there are characters that are dimensional, capable and human.

Every time I read a book, I am changed somehow, shaped a little differently. I can't say that Fire has changed me as a person, but it's made me think a little clearer: It's why I read. After a book, my thoughts have learned a little more and change just a little.

I only hope I don't stay the same.

Toodle Pip.

Cardigans of Hellfire

My day basically went as followed:

- Tumultuous night of sleep
- Woke up at the ungodly hour of TWO IN THE AFTERNOON with PARY IN THE USA in my head
- Moped around the house for two hours with my hair resembling a jungle
-Took a bath
-No more jungle, but a lazy bun
-Rode in the car with my dad to Fresh and Easy
-Made Strawberry Milk
-And here we are

To be fair, I finally got my shot at the library yesterday and checked out six books. None of which I actually wanted. We'll see, maybe I will like them? I have 15 on reserve, 15 of which I DO want to read. My hope is at least 50 books read by Summer's end.

This is a promising start.

Well, sorry to be so exciting.

Toodle Pip.

With 'uh littl' bit 'uh luck

So, after a week and two days, I think I'm finally re-acclimated to this environment. Last night my mom and I watched My Fair Lady starring Audrey Hepburn, and I find myself drawing similiarities between myself and Eliza Doolittle in the scene where she returns to the 'slums' where she once lived and sold flowers (see "Wouldn't it be Lovely?" scenes I and II). She returns after running from the home of Henry Higgins, the phoeneticist who lavished six months of oral education on her, back to the streets from which he drew her from. Who knows what she was there for; to return to her old life? But the Eliza she is now is so different from the Eliza she was six months prior. Henry Higgins turned low class, cockney speaking Eliza into a "duchess" and is even mistaken for Hungarian, royal blood by a different phoenesticist. All this is to say, Eliza is hardly fit for the streets anymore. But where else will take her? She has to try. And, predictably, she cannot blend back into that scene and leaves. I felt like that upon returning, the same... displacement, like I didn't belong with the people at my home anymore. But unlike Eliza I'm making the adjustment finally - I wonder if she could had done it had she tried a little longer?

Well, maybe it's not that profound, but whatever. So, anyhow, today is Mother's Day! I LOVE MY MOMMA!

... This is three days later, late Wednesday... or early Thursday however you slice it. Three Audrey Hepburn movies later and I'm settled. But guess what? I write this very blog from the home of BECCA ROSE! Yuhs. Today we went to Disneyland as we've been hoping to do for so long and, though short, there were some... uh... 'epic' moments, if you will. Started out at Space Mountain which was awesome. It was only a fifteen minute wait, so that was completely amazing. We got fastpasses so we could go on again and savor the fun of that space-adventure a second time. Captain Eo's back!!!!!! I'd forgotten but Becca and her little brother, Joel, weren't as excited as I about it (aka, What's Captain Eo?) so I didn't push seeing it. Because time allowed, we then went to Innoventions.

And. Let. Me. Tell. You. I love that place... the bottom floor at least. I once told Anneke and Ruth that I want to have a house with themed rooms, rooms themed of all the dreams I've ever had and wanted. Like, once when I was five I wanted to take sand from my kindergarten playground (hidden in my Beauty and the Beast light-up shoes) and pile it in my room until I had my own beach. I'll have the beach room I always wanted. Another room I've wanted for is located in the first floor of Innoventions. It's the "boy" room, filled with the glorious sights of an elevated pirate ship bed complete with net and cannon, wooden floors, window light shows, mismatched laterns hanging from a beam, reading nooks and a disk-light that hangs from the ceiling and changes from sun to moon. It's so AWESOME! I want to re-create it soooo badly. Then w heard the condensed Disney version of Peter Pan in "Robbie's" (the lady employee who told it insisted this room belonged to her grandson, Robbie) room, though she called him Ricky the first time apparently. Nice.

The "girl" room was not five million hundred times half as awesome. Then we ate lunch - TUNA! - and rode Space Mountain again before hitting the Matterhorn. Following were the Big Thunder Ranch petting soon, mostly for Joel's benefit, and then Tom Sawyer's island. I made some bad decisions that day, as did Becca for listening to such blatantly bad ideas. Like the hour and a half traffic we sat through to get to her house which, normally, is thirty minutes. Ha. Ha. Skyped with Anneke who may be coming out for my birthday! (INSERT EXCITED MOTIONS AND SCREAMING!!!!!!) And now I'm tired and bid you bai.

Toodle pip. Write more later k i kno.

Toodle pip.

Alone in a crowded room

Well, things have been looking up: yesterday I steamcleaned our dining room. That took about two and half hours, which is a considerable amount of time spent! *sigh* I'm just not used to being home. I'm used to being a branch of the family, not in the family. Being away at college separated me from the immersion of my family; I knew what was happening but didn't have to do anything about it. Being a bio major, I had my own trouble. Now I've slated about twenty educational specials on DVR just to combat my boredom. That and a trip to Becca's (which I'm very excited for, since I've already been missing her like crazy~)!

I'd write more if there was more. :/

Toodle-pip.

Iz goo

bored. Bored. BORED!!! Really, I knew it would happen, but so soon? Everyone's working, sleeping or gone. Or a combination of any of those. Either way, it's without me. All my friends are in school still and my family is way busy, so I'm left to my own devices. I mean, there will be things to do together, but they are few at the moment. Summer is not for me. I mean, I love the freedom and opportunity, but I never have enough things to fill the summer with. Usually it's sleep or staying up late and ruining my sleeping schedule, so that when I'm awake everyone's asleep. Goo.

I have so little to write about. Had Arby's yesterday... Woo... Anyhow, maybe there is more in store than I see? Rescue me!

Sincerely, a hungry college student with nothing to do.