I'm Just Royally Crazy Is What I Am

Can you believe how long it has been since I have blogged? I am so ashamed of myself that I might go into hiding. Actually, I won't because that is pretty much what not blogging did for me to you faithful readers that I love (oh and if you're a new reader, I love you too). It's been so long that my natural hair color is back... how crazy is that? Anyway, there has been a lot going on, which I will reveal to you some in this blog and some in blogs to come.

I guess the biggest reason I haven't been writing is just the chaos of school and me being a procrastinator. I had all of these things I needed to do as well as prepare for finals that I just got overwhelmed. My grades were still pretty decent, but not as great as normal/as great as I would have liked. However, one of my higher grades was surprising: creative writing. I had basically took it as just an elective because I needed more hours to fill.

Now I am convinced that there is a superior writer inside of me just waiting to emerge, and I will stop at nothing to make sure that writer is birthed! I thought back to things I had learned in class on how a good writer practices everyday and such. However, there was one thing I remember our professor saying that stuck out more than the other things.

Why did this stick out to me so much? It was because of my reaction I had in class.

Do not get me wrong, I don't DISLIKE reading. I quite enjoy it from time to time. I just like reading if I can read it for entertainment instead of having to learn from it. I don't like being forced to read for classes. Therefore, by the time I am done with classes, I am so tired of reading books or saying I read books that I actually didn't read that I don't want to see another book.

High school did not help with this because of what they did to us during the summer.

This summer, I vowed to be different. I was going to read everything I could. I must be the best writer. I wanna be the very best...like no one ever was. Ahem... anyway, I decided to let myself be consumed by reading.

Eventually, I found myself feeling sort of overwhelmed by all of the readings in which I decided to dive. It was crazy to me... this new feeling. In a near hysterical state when my grandmother told me to read a small magazine article, I cried out, "What do I look like? Belle from Beauty and the Beast?"

That's when it hit me.

As I considered the new reading habits I had acquired, I started to enter a slight state of diva dementia where I may or may not have come to believe that I was indeed Belle from Beauty and the Beast. At this overwhelming time, I found myself thinking back to the previous weekend when my friends decided to take me out for my birthday.

In my head, it was official... I was meant to be Belle. The new bookworm attitude...the need for royalty...and it couldn't have stopped there.

I decided I would watch Beauty and the Beast, and take notes on the similarities between Belle and myself. I'm sure it was an odd sight to watch me battle with the old VCR that struggled to understand what was happening as it had become so accustomed to being forgotten thanks to DVDs. What was probably even more strange was me sitting with my bowl of cereal, a notebook, and a pencil ready to take notes. My grandmother asked if I was taking some summer class and had to take notes for an assignment. When I informed her that this was for my own well-being, she muttered something about her being afraid of me saying that and left me to my business.

As the movie progressed, I found that I was like Belle in many ways.

This was good enough for me.

Belle's photo from: disney.wikia.com

But wait! There was one thing I was missing to this story. If my life was to relive that of Beauty and the Beast, I was missing one important thing: the Beast.

Luckily, there's Kevin!

Side note: For those readers I have that are not friends with me on facebook or know me in real life, I have a boyfriend now. Do you guys remember Kevin? I mentioned him in my previous post about ballroom dancing. I guess my awesome dance moves must have impressed him or something (that was sarcasm). Want to see a picture? Okay!

That's us at our college's junior/senior banquet back in May.

Sorry readers, I was actually dating him when I wrote my last post. I should have told you sooner. Forgive me? Okay, let's move on.

I decided to make a list of reasons on how Kevin is like Beast in the movie.

Okay, so the boyfriend didn't really have much to show for being Beast. The more I thought of it, he was more like Prince Adam (which is Beast's prince name in case you wanted some trivia) than he was Beast.

What was I to do? Boyfriend couldn't be Beast (sorry Kevin). I decided to solve this in the most logical solution: mathematically.

Beast is 100% covered in hair.
I have thick hair.
My driver's license picture is 90% hair.
Only a 10% difference.
To be similar enough, we need a difference of 23% or less because people have 23 pairs of chromosomes.

Therefore...

Beast's photo from: bookbuyingaddict.blogspot.com

I was running my own fairytale... my own one-man-show! I didn't need no stinking other actors. I am the best. I am the princess! I am Beast! I am a great writer! I am the champion of reading! Don't you people forget it!

Okay, so this was my lame attempt to explain what has been going on in my life and show off my knowledge of Beauty of the Beast.

By the way, while I was drawing for this post, I was listening to "Whip My Hair" by Willow Smith. I got inspired to search for a picture. I knew it had to be somewhere on the internet, and it was! Therefore, I leave you with this one final image before I call it a night:

Photo source: fanpop.com