I have the weirdest taste in my mouth. Among the little intricate and often bizarre details that spontaneously pop up in my dreams was this little feature of my nap this afternoon: me eating bits and pieces of a pen along with the ink. As a result, I woke up with a lingering taste of pen and a slightly nauseous tummy, both of which have yet to disappear. What does this mean? Probably that I should avoid eating pens.
I finally watched Tangled. The movie was good. The songs were slightly better than Princess and the Frog (my favorites had to be "When Will My Life Begin" and "I See the Light") but most of them kind of went over my head and I guess I was expecting more, especially with all of the rave I had heard where "Mother Knows Best" is concerned; sorry, it didn't do anything for me. On the downer, I didn't like how Flynn reminded me of a certain deceitful guy who broke my heart in the past. And the relationship between Rapunzel and Gothel is an extremely tame version of one I would rather forget in my own life. Still, in a similar fashion as Princess and the Frog, it was good, and I will probably warm up to Tangled and its songs in time, and with more viewings and keeping myself in check I can remember that 1. Flynn is much more awesome in several ways than the boy who ran away leaving me sad and heartbroken (plus Flynn can sing, and WELL too! Zachary Levi, really?) and 2. despite how imperfect it was and how much I wish it could have been easier, I am happy with my current family and living situation.
I also have thought about how lucky I really am, which upon looking back at previous entries, I am aware I say this a lot. It's not to say I didn't know before but sometimes these thoughts fade away as life keeps going. As I was spending time with a friend of mine this weekend and catching up with her and joking and sharing stories and anecdotes, I realized once more how great I have it: I have a wonderful job, a number of awesome friends, an amazing branch with lots of support, a good chunk of family who loves and respects me, and my own room where I can relax and sleep and stay warm (or cool depending on what Mother Nature throws our way) and expound on my thoughts. Not to mention after all of the sunlight I have received and walking I have done at Disneyland these last couple of days, and after the soreness in my legs and this slight sunburn go away, I am going to look and feel awesome. Wow, life is good.
Oh, and I am also grateful that I was able to see two completely different version of the new Star Tours ride (one word: AWESOME), as well as a viewing of The Little Mermaid ride, before they officially open to the general public! Lots of people today, but lots of good times too. And although I do like Tarzan, I was touched by the addition of Tangled to World of Color. The Pirates 4 addition felt a bit much, but it looked totally hot and had me giddy and cheering for the entire three minutes and twelve seconds.
