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We are so gay.

Seriously. Me and Gina and Chevul are sitting here singing "Part of That World" from The Little Mermaid at the top of our lungs.

I was just reminiscing about how the scene from which this still derives was the scene that made me decide, when I was nine years old, that I wanted to be a Disney animator. That very scene, on the rock.

(I've grown up since then.)

And what is Glen Keane, the greatest living Disney animator, working on now?

He's making sure that when they transfer all the classic Disney characters to CGI, they get the details right. Yes, now he's making sure computer-generated-Ariel's hair has the right amount of movement.

Jesus, how the might have fallen.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:58 PM | shower me with attention

I know it's somehow wrong, but when I have money to burn again, I'm going to burn it on this.

I want. Them. All.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:50 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Where the hell are my knitting needles? WHERE ARE THEY???????? WHERE THE HOLY HELL COULD THEY BE??????????

I am definitely getting sick. Who got me sick? I hex you.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:08 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

By the way, been listening to Aimee's new album online, and it's fucking extraordinary.

"Little Bombs" is an amazing song.

I love this album already and I don't even own it yet.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:59 AM | shower me with attention

Last post was gloomy. Let me relate something funnier. This morning the little red bus was packed due to the rain, and since I didn't have an umbrella and I really didn't want to walk in the rain, I jumped in through one of the back doors. But the driver shut the door as I was doing so, and my bag (and some of my hair) got caught outside the bus.

"Um, my bag's outside the door" I said (futilely, for the driver couldn't hear me and I didn't want to shout it through the crowd.)*

So we rode to the subway that way. A nice lady kindly suggested that I take the bag off from around my neck "just in case". She was right, so I did, and also managed to wiggle my hair out. But my poor bag had to ride in the rain.

I was honestly too sleepy to care, and nothing was hurt. (Good, strong denim-- thanks, erin!)

*My theory is he didn't want to get cheated out of his quarter and did it on purpose. But, heck, had I been planning to actually pay him his quarter on my way out of the bus (and who's to say I hadn't?), that was rendered impossible by the fact that my purse was outside the bus!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:55 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

It's not getting any better, and it's eating me up. I hate it. I hate it. I hate anger. I hate resentment. I hate not forgiving. I hate seething. I hate the degree of self-control everything takes. I hate my days. I hate. Hate. Hate.

I am exhausted. Hate is exhausting. I hate hate.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 PM | shower me with attention

I agree with everything this person says.

I scare me sometimes.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:41 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, April 25, 2005

I got memed by Serra.

Read about memes here. (I had to. Too many trends, not enough attention span... can't keep up...)

So the idea is, I get to post a story about myself being stupid, and then I "tag" three other people to do it, too. It's like blog-tag, I guess. Fun!

There are so many instances of me being stupid that they all sort of meld together into something I like to call My Life.

I guess I could mention the time I got kicked out of Disneyland Paris. My sister and I were 15 years old, there on a trip with our our two best friends, and as we were leaving to meet our parents for dinner in the Disneyland Hotel, we saw a large crowd gathered outside the side of the building. We asked what the hub-bub was about and some girls from Long Island told us that Michael Jackson was at the window.

We weren't big Michael Jackson fans or anything, but it was too tempting to resist, so we joined the screaming crowd. We stood there as it got darker and darker, Kirsten and I screaming up lyrics from The Wiz. Yeah. Yeah, I know. But he was good in that movie. This was back in 1995, okay?

Finally, security guards started taking people out of the park (which, as I remember, is right at the edge of the hotel.) "Are we being thrown out of Disneyland?" we asked. "Gently escorted," said the guards as they deposited us at the exit.

Then, of course, we realized how late we were for dinner and panicked, because they weren't letting anyone into the hotel, particularly people who had just been seen screaming outside the celebrity's window. Luckily, my sister managed to convince them to let ONE of us go in and prove we had dinner plans, by batting her eyelashes at the guards and pleading in schoolgirl French. (Filthy, perverted guards leering at my 15-year-old sister!)

There you go. Whose turn is it now?

Kirsten,
erin
and cheryl!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:56 PM | shower me with attention

I am really dying to see this movie, Dream On, Silly Dreamer, about the demise of traditional animation at the Walt Disney Company.

Why isn't it being screened around here?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:40 AM | shower me with attention

Becoming obsessed with this song, from Michael Penn's upcoming album.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:37 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, April 24, 2005

I just want to say, that everyone told me to do x, and I said what would happen, and then I did x, and it happened.

And I didn't want that to happen.

It's okay and everything but man, that sucked.

I'm not getting into it anymore, don't ask me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:49 AM | shower me with attention