Is dismissing the little "time to work...38 mins" (down to 26 mins as time goes on) that Google sends me. zzzzpGONE.
Also, tumblr surfing. someone asked Mackie and Evans which Disney princesses they would be. Mackie = Cinderella because she's broke and Evans = Belle because bookish and not into Gaston, which got me thinking about which Disney princess I'd be.
Belle is a front runner based on bookishness and wolf whacking in the snow. (Never gratuitous wolf whacking, of course; only the threatening wolves.)
Aurora based on my current, fighting a cold before Dragoncon, sleep tendencies is making a showing.
Cinderella put up with some shit and stayed cool. I like that in a girl, especially since I'm having more trouble than I thought I would emulating it.
If not for the dinglehopper incident (trying a little too hard to fit in,) my fellow swimmy Ariel would be right up there. But. Dinglehopper incident. Also, sellout for a man. Yeah, no.
Merida? She's a redhead, I'm a redhead. She's a Scot, I have Scottish tendencies. Prima facie...no, wait. Remember that scene during the archery contest for who gets to date Merida? When her mother is going don't you dare? And Merida does this look and looses the fooking arrow more or less in Mom's face?
Yeah. I'm Merida.
Also, tumblr surfing. someone asked Mackie and Evans which Disney princesses they would be. Mackie = Cinderella because she's broke and Evans = Belle because bookish and not into Gaston, which got me thinking about which Disney princess I'd be.
Belle is a front runner based on bookishness and wolf whacking in the snow. (Never gratuitous wolf whacking, of course; only the threatening wolves.)
Aurora based on my current, fighting a cold before Dragoncon, sleep tendencies is making a showing.
Cinderella put up with some shit and stayed cool. I like that in a girl, especially since I'm having more trouble than I thought I would emulating it.
If not for the dinglehopper incident (trying a little too hard to fit in,) my fellow swimmy Ariel would be right up there. But. Dinglehopper incident. Also, sellout for a man. Yeah, no.
Merida? She's a redhead, I'm a redhead. She's a Scot, I have Scottish tendencies. Prima facie...no, wait. Remember that scene during the archery contest for who gets to date Merida? When her mother is going don't you dare? And Merida does this look and looses the fooking arrow more or less in Mom's face?
Yeah. I'm Merida.