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Feb. 19th, 2007 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enamouredI really freaking want Beauty and the Beast on DVD. The Disney movie with the candelabra and the girl that likes books. [has memories of That One Place That Certain People Know About from Last Summer, and that was the longest note ever] At the local Movie Trading Company, they have it on VHS, and I don't know if I want it on video. Dammit, the Disney vault must be stopped.
The weird thing is that I had no real major love of the movie before. I saw it when my dad rented it when I was little, but I didn't really care about it either way. Then we watched part in French I and since then I've wanted to watch it again. "Be Our Guest" is one of the best Disney songs.
The verdict is in: I am constantly obsessed with guys who are after other girls. And at the same time, though I try to remain optomistic, I fail to see how being myself--bumbling but laid-back, easy to talk to, silly, not high-matinenance in the least--is benefiting me at all. I worry that I'm lacking a touch of agression that I need. Or maybe I'm too nice for my own good. I am growing increasingly sick of being a nice girl. Nice girls don't get guys. Nice girls get told by polite old ladies that they're good and are complimented on how sweet and smart they are. Guys meet nice girls, and pretend to be interested in them for a while and then go back to whatever two-bit skank can get them off.
My essays need rewriting. And I have algebra homework to do.
The weird thing is that I had no real major love of the movie before. I saw it when my dad rented it when I was little, but I didn't really care about it either way. Then we watched part in French I and since then I've wanted to watch it again. "Be Our Guest" is one of the best Disney songs.
The verdict is in: I am constantly obsessed with guys who are after other girls. And at the same time, though I try to remain optomistic, I fail to see how being myself--bumbling but laid-back, easy to talk to, silly, not high-matinenance in the least--is benefiting me at all. I worry that I'm lacking a touch of agression that I need. Or maybe I'm too nice for my own good. I am growing increasingly sick of being a nice girl. Nice girls don't get guys. Nice girls get told by polite old ladies that they're good and are complimented on how sweet and smart they are. Guys meet nice girls, and pretend to be interested in them for a while and then go back to whatever two-bit skank can get them off.
My essays need rewriting. And I have algebra homework to do.
