Rant #2 Go!

So I realized that if I tried to analyze Nilda and/or Brownies in the way that I’ve been trained to do (with CDs and CMs and whatnot), it would just turn out bad. And boring. And so, ready, set, RANT NUMBER TWO GO!

Oops. My music is not on. Let me go find it.

Alright, and about fifteen minutes later the music turns on. Really, I need to not do that. Oh well~ Ever, ever after! Because I was thinking of the movie! She’s such a memorable character. Because she’s a Disney character that’s not in a Disney movie. And she’s just so ridiculous! She sings with animals and randomly dances and has no sense of shame. It’s just fabulous – I almost feel like everyone should be as awesomely naïve as her. But then, society would stop functioning. Because fairy tales don’t actually work. But she’s fabulous! And cute and adorable and full of fun J

So let’s start with Nilda. I kind of really didn’t like this story. It was just really, extremely awkward. And I don’t like awkward things. And reading it just made me not want to finish it. But it was an assignment. So I did finish it. And afterwards, I’m going “what just happened” with a confused look on my face. It was extremely colloquial? I suppose that’s the right term, considering there’s like a ridiculous amount of swearing in there. I don’t like that kind of story. And really, I did think that Rafa was a jerk. For not saying anything to Nilda when she poured her soul out to him. But then, after talking in class, I could see that he’s letting her down in his own way – letting her leave brokenhearted now rather than not able to move on after he died. It wasn’t the best way, but it was his own method.

Okay, tangent: song that’s on right now: Forever and Always, “and I flashback to when we said forever and always” that reminded me of flashbacks! And digging through our memories.

And I wanted to share my friend S-‘s and E-‘s (so, I really like talking about E- it seems, she’s just such a huge part of my life) memories! Because mine are just so boring. So, on S-‘s 15^th birthday, we were all at my friend L-‘s house (we were throwing a surprise party), and well, my friend L- is fabulous and full of interesting ideas and she decided that we should all pretend to be dead when S- came. And so we did. Just this morning, S- was a bit worried as to what we were all up to, rather than if we were alive or not. Or something like that. I actually have no idea what she thought. She just said she was “kind of worried”. But we were so bad at being “dead” that she couldn’t be worried that we were hurt.

Anyways, E-‘s memory! She had a… I have no idea. It was like some kind of Clue party. Or not. Perhaps. I believe so. Anyways, she had all of us dress up. And L- was fabulous as always. She was a… biker guy, I believe. She had her hair all slicked back, and was wearing baggy jeans and a really baggy sweatshirt with guy sunglasses. She totally rocked the look.

So I feel I should talk about Brownies and the Parrot story. Which I definitely thought was a “Carrot” story. I wrote carrot into my planner.

And so I don’t really feel like talking about these stories. Brownies was… I guess it had a good message at the end. It was just kind of funny there were a troop of girls who were probably 7 or 8 years old, or younger (I have no idea what Brownies, the troops, actually are), and they’re just like “I’m going to beat you up” (which totally reminds me of D-, because she loves saying that. Except for she says it like “Imma beetchu up”. It’s ridiculously funny and slightly endearing). But it’s not so fabulous they’re like that because little girls should not go beat people up.

Parrot story – the guy was so pathetic. It was really sad. He fell out of a tree and died trying to spy on his wife. Or the guy that he suspected his wife was with. Did he die in the end? I didn’t really get it.

I feel so negative! I don’t tend to like stories, it seems. I like Inx’s stories. Even when they are depressing. But they’re beautiful.

Okay, I got bored. My hair is wet and uncomfortable. It is sticking to my head. And especially my neck. And soaking through the back of my shirt, and making my back feel all soggy and gross. Ew, but at least my hair smells good. And is silky and shiny.

Alright, and I think I’m done with this rant.

This rant feels a whole ton less successful than the previous one.

Oh well, that’s okay.