So today was my last day for finals and I breezed through them faster than it takes a virgin to undo her girdle on her wedding night, and afterwards I had to stop at the DMV to get that gorram "provisional" taken off of my driver's license (cost me $19.50...as if 20 minutes of waiting for the new ID to print costs that much.
). When I got home I decided to make myself a peanut butter sandwich, because I haven't had peanut butter sandwiches in awhile and I was in the mood for one. As I was making the sandwich, I was contemplating how I would celebrate the end of the semester, and decided that I'd watch a DVD.
I went upstairs to browse my collection, thinking about which DVD to watch. I wanted a feelgood movie that I was already familiar with, and one I haven't seen in years. Inspired by the
Sleeping Beauty thread that I posted in during the wee hours of the morning, I initially picked up
Sleeping Beauty, when I decided against it. It wasn't the right mood for Aurora and company. Somewhat surprisingly, I picked up
Cinderella, which I last watched a couple months ago, but wasn't really paying attention. I figured I'd settle down with my peanut butter sandwich and watch
Cinderella, with my complete attention.
Anyway, I'm nice and comfy on the sofa and enjoying the scene where poor Gus Gus had taken too many of those little orange kernals (cheese?) and kept throwing them all over the place. It's one of my favorite scenes, especially the part where Gus Gus inadvertently walks into Lucifer and makes that "Huhgh?" sound.
Right when Lucifer was about to give his roar, the doorbell rang and someone knocked twice. And it wasn't the polite knock either, it was the POUND POUND knock that you expect when a landlord is demanding rent money and you're hiding in the closet pretending you're not home. Anyway, that bell/knock really annoyed me and I was thinking, "Geez, what kind of bastard knocks like that? They better leave or I'll turn on the sprinklers..." I was half-expecting it to be some kids down the street or someone trying to squeeze charitable donations out of my pocket. Or, if worst came to worst, a Mormon coming to turn me away from sin. I've got nothing against Mormons, but I'm Roman Catholic and likely will remain that way the rest of my life, so I wouldn't want them to waste their time trying to get me to learn about Brigham Young.
Anyway, I figured I'd go see if whoever was at the door was still at the door, and of course, when I got to the door...nobody was there. It would have been freaky except that it wasn't night and there weren't any claps of thunder or lightning. Or scary "dun dun DUN!" music. But, I digress. Nobody was at the door, and so that pissed me off a bit as I was really enjoying
Cinderella and hated any kind of interruptions. But, I look down and see there's a small rectangular package. At first I think it's my parent's drugs. No, not THOSE drugs. Medicinal prescription drugs which come in sealed white plastic bags and sound like rattles. Then I'm thinking, "Hmm, it must be those little prayer books we bought for that church thingy", since we got those in that package before.
So I pick it up and see it's for me. I'm thinking, "When the hell did I order anything online?" Then I'm thinking, "And why would I use UPS?" Then, of course, I realize, "Oh, it must be Secret Santa!" I look in the corner and it turns out my Secret Santa is none other than my Secret Cindy Lou Who from last year,
The Little Merman!
I immediately open it, expecting a large cloud of dust to emerge, and to my extreme disappointment, there was no cloud of dust. Pity, I always wanted to be able to sneeze because a cloud of dust was thrown in my face. Hmm, maybe I'll just go open a vacuum cleaner bag and stick my head in it.
But enough about that. It turns out that instead of a cloud of dust, there sat a nice sealed copy of
Ella Enchanted!
Needless to say, I promptly let out a rather fanboy-ish "Oh My Gawwwddd!" and even jumped a couple times in glee. Thankfully the house was empty, so no one saw me.
Anyways, thanks so much, Matthew, for
Ella Enchanted!
But now I'm faced with a rather serious predicament:
Should I finish
Cinderella or should I start watching
Ella Enchanted?
(The answer, if nobody's figured it out, was to do neither and instead come here and make a nice long post about it. But of course, now that I'm done with this post...I'm back at that same predicament!)
(Oh yes, and I had neglected my peanut butter sandwich as well, and I'm finishing it up right now.)
Scapsta
PS - James Marsden called. He wants to know if you know the words to "I Got You, Babe", as he needs someone to sing it with him for Karaoke night.
Leo and I are gonna do a rap version of
Moulin Rouge's "Elephant Love Medley".
I'm glad to see you got your gift, and like I said, I wish you and Bobby a very Merry Christmas. 
