Bad handwriting, suits, and a cross-eyed opossum

So I went to science class today, and our peer tutor (who shall remain nameless) was wearing a suit. And it looked very nice, although he happened to wear scuffed old kicks with it, which was unfortunate. Which would be the first of the three part post today.

The second would be his horrific handwriting. Trying to read the answers he put on the board was like trying to speak Latin. Didn't work. Plus it's science, so one little misplaced number could blow the entire class up. Fun, right?

The third and final part of this surprisingly short entry is a cross-eyed opossum whose name I forget. She's real! Go look! I find her adorable and creepy beyond reason at the same time. Still, it brings up some primal motherly instinct in me to just squeeze her and love her.





Later, bloggees. Off to find myself a cross-eyed opossum.

Why do they draw them like that?

For any Disney fangirls like me out there (late teens and adult women can still count as fangirls if they've watched a Disney movie in the past three months), this is one of life's great unanswered questions. Why do they draw cartoon characters so attractively? Men could ask the same question about female characters, but I can only comment on the males. Since I like lists, I'm going to make one to prove my point.

First on the list is the infamous Captain Phoebus. He features heavily in the 1996 classic 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame'. Phoebus, whose name officially means 'sun god' (although I protest that 'sexy' would work just as well), falls in love with Esmerelda, saves Quasimodo's life, and defies Judge Claude Frollo. He also is kind, generous, compassionate, and loving. And hot. I don't really have a thing for blond guys, but come on! It's Phoebus! He's my little (big) French superman. And he's way too sexy.

There's also Tarzan! Besides having the obvious advantages of brown hair and a lifetime spent in the jungle, Tarzan has the build of Adonis. He is also extremely sparing with the clothing and has the chiseled features of a god. Tarzan also manages to make white man dreadlocks look good. Do I even need to mention his amazing eyes? He's a perfect man with the perfect humble, adorably simple personality.

John Rolfe. Many have hated him for 'stealing' Pocahontas from John Smith, but I am a die-hard fan. I can compare him physically to Tarzan, both of whom share the perfect features of a Greek god. Mentally, he is exactly what I am looking for: well mannered and polite. He was raised believing etiquette was the basis of life. He also has brownish red hair and the most beautiful brown eyes. Other than his adoration of king and country, I cannot find a fault with him.

And last, but most certainly not least, topping off my whittled down list of Disney's home run hunky hero hotties (say that five times fast!) is Aladdin! This Arabic bad boy stole much more than bread; he stole the hearts of millions of girls and women all over the globe. But there's more behind that dashing smile than a sexy wonder. He is deep! Throughout the trilogy, Aladdin proves again and again how much he values family, friendship, and responsibility. He also places considerable value on truth, although it wouldn't appear so at the beginning...



So there's today's little rant. It kind of turned impersonal, didn't it? Oh well. I feel better, at least, about how amazingly hot Disney can draw their men. Of course, they aren't the only ones. Dreamworks has provided a number of head turners too, such as the infamous Flynn Rider and Tulio, the spicy Spanish boy with the perfect hair.

Peace out, bloggees. I'm off to watch some Disney...or possibly Dreamworks...movies.

Illness isn't cool, and this is a first for me

So I've got a cold, and frankly, it sucks. I have a low immune system by nature, as I was born with it, and it's kind of a genetic thing in my family. So I get sick a lot. This time isn't so bad, but it's still not fun having a sore, red nose and hacking all day long. On top of that, I've got a lovely little cold sore above my lip, and it happens to be strategically placed right where the Kleenex most often resides. Great, right?

On the other hand, blogging is a first for me. If nothing else, this will be a place for the insanity of my life, however beautiful or otherwise. It's kind of a convenient time to start a blog, since my life hates me and is trying to push me to a nervous breakdown (actually had a mini one about two weeks ago), or suicide. Gotta love life.

Later, bloggees.