3D

I'm not a fan of 3D films. The first and last time I saw a 3D movie in theaters was a couple of years ago when Avatar was in theaters. I had a headache about two hours into the movie, although that might have been because of the terrible plot just as much as the tri-dimensional experience.

But Beauty and the Beast is going to be in theaters soon. In 3D. I love Beauty and the Beast. I watched it almost every day as a child. My perspective of the world has been forever altered by the film. I love books and France; I loathe hunting and all Gaston-related activities. Beauty and the Beast gave me a pretty clear set of social standards by which I live and see the world. Needless to say, I'll be seeing this one in 3D.

Does anyone else have a movie like that? A disney one, maybe? One that forever altered the way you view the world for better or worse?

I have a cold.

This is day three or four of Christmas break head cold. Tradition. While hopelessly awaiting recovery, I read The Hunger Games. In one day.

I bought the book for my brother for Christmas. I knew he wouldn't read it right away, so I devoured it yesterday afternoon. Now I have to wait three months until the movie. I should probably finish the series over break so I don't die of anticipation.

In other news: I still haven't finished The Scarlet Letter. Ugh.

Already behind

I'm already behind in my break plans. I am barely into The Scarlet Letter and for good reason. Hawthorne's introduction is almost more painful than the new Stephanie Meyer film. Almost. I've been listening to it on Librivox, which makes it slightly more tolerable.

Meanwhile, I've been writing letters to whomever comes to mind. Thus far, I've finished two. Christmas is in four days! I need to finish these letters tomorrow, and I'm not even half way. Wish me luck!

It has been four months,

But I'm back now! I'm home. The sky in Indiana was white from end to end, but here it's still blue. A different world. I'm already accustomed to this one. Bring on the cozy.

Choosing which essay to revise for Dr. Brown is somewhat like choosing which finger you'd like most to lose. You'd rather not, but none are really that outstanding. Ironically, I'm choosing from a pool of ten pieces. The dilemma:


I don't want to choose my pinky, although it's the most practical, because without it I can't properly make promises.

I probably won't ever need my ring finger, but you never know!

My middle finger is offensive, but can you imagine a hand missing only the middle finger? Freaky.

The index finger hits more keys on a keyboard than any other finger. As a writer, that's pretty crucial.

And the thumb . . . he's not a real finger, is he? At least that's what middle schoolers tell me.

Oneword

Inspired by Bethany, I created an account on this site called oneword. I did my first exercise today. I liked it. A nice, one minute challenge per day. I'll have to really start doing this.

Today's word, "obey."

My poem:

"I’ve no choice under the rules
of winter.
I play my cards how I may,
but not even a spade
could dig me out of the
mounds
of snow.
buried."


I could have done better... maybe tomorrow.