Why is it that whenever I look at a clock, the time is an even number? With the possible exception of my always catching 11:11 (which adds up to an even number anyways) I always catch those nice, even numbers. Like now, for instance! 3:40 a.m.
How was everyone's St. Patrick's Day? I'm hoping it was, at the very least, a step above the usual day! While I did manage to get some celebrating in, (in the form of Guinness and Jameson) I came to an interesting realization. I don't own any green clothing! Repeated trips through my closet (and Narnia, which is conveniently hidden right behind it, making for excellent storage space!) yielded nothing! In fact, outside of red, gray, black and one instance of pink and purple, I don't own very many colours at all! I'm using this as a wonderful excuse to go shopping, it should be fun. My plan is a simple one, I'm going to seek out colours that I'd never normally wear and just go for it, regardless of how ridiculous I think I'll look. Pictures are sure to follow.
I caught a pin in my eye tonight, it wasn't very pleasant at all. I was using one to clean out the gaps between letters on my keyboard and somehow managed to spring it upwards, into my squishy, seeing-orb. Beyond momentary pain, a wounded ego and a good laugh at my own expense, no damage seems to be done. I guess I'm lucky when it comes to my misfortunes.
I've spent the last few hours cuddled up in bed watching Disney films and it's warming my heart. The evening started off with Fantasia, as I haven't watched the full movie in years. I used to be particularly terrified of the scenes involving Mickey Mouse and the moving brooms because the Master Wizard looked so sinister, and even worse, the Night on Bald Mountain scene! I've found a new appreciation for it, but that wizard still makes my skin crawl.
Anyways, I followed up that film with The Little Mermaid because I was in the mood for a timeless classic and it was the first one readily available. Is it just me or does watching the Kiss The Girl scene just never cease to melt your heart? I think this is the only movie in the world that can make me feel like I want to fall completely in love. I want to be someone's Prince Eric! Auditions for the Ariel role starting now!
Following that, I went into an extremely under-appreciated, forgotten gem: The Great Mouse Detective. This Disney parody of Sherlock Holmes is completely and utterly brilliant. I don't know why this one isn't as celebrated as it's many, many companions. I'm calling shenanigans on this.
Tomorrow night...or rather, should I be saying tonight? Either way, the Bloc Party show is in just over 12 hours and I am much more excited about it than I thought I would be. Frankly, Intimacy just didn't impress me as much as their previous works. When I first heard it, outside of a few tracks (Signs and Zephyr spring to mind) I thought it was forgettable at best. It's grown on me, though! Here's hoping the performance is as good.
Thursday night is the Underoath/Norma Jean concert. It feels really weird staring down a ticket to this show. Maybe that's just the nostalgia kicking in because I haven't been to a hardcore show in longer than I'd like to admit. Underoath, especially! Despite the fact that I'll undoubtedly be surrounded by a sea of 14 year olds in get-ups the rest of us had been rocking in 2004, I'm positive it's going to be a blast. If they play When the Sun Sleeps, I am going to lose my shit and call everyone from the Dawson Third Floor crew, mark my words.
See? I just did it again! It's 4:02 now. Talk about useless super-powers.
Right then, I'm going to end this here.
(But seriously, looking for an Ariel. I want Disney romance time.)