I'm Back! Finally.

Okay, so I know haven't been on in like...hmmm, let's see...a couple of months? Mostly because this has basically just turned into a blog for my eyes alone. But, whatever. You win some, you lose some. Or, as in my case, you don't win any. Sometimes life's funny like that.
Anyways...so a lot of stuff has happened to me since I last logged on. And, seeing as it's such a long list, I thought I'd try to make it as short and sweet as possible. Well, as sweet as any Before Breakfast blog can be. Which, hopefully, is sweet enough for y'all...well, me. So far. *hint, hint*
1. I'm currently failing not one, but two of my sophomore classes. And not just any classes. Drum roll, please. Art and Creative Writing. And you know what the absolute worst part is? Those are - supposedly - some of my best classes! Ah, the irony.
2. Apparently, some of the blogs I was following, such as Banners by Lyndsay, cupcake witch, and Just Blinded Blog Makeovers, no longer exist. It just keeps getting better, doesn't it?
3. My bestie Z and I are trying to bridge the gap between lifelong friendship and potential romance. Rather unsuccessfully I might add. And yes, Z is a guy. Sorry, my fellow ladies. My door doesn't exactly swing that way. If you catch my rather obvious drift.
4. Apparently, God, the devil, my mother, and all the crazies inbetween saw fit to make my life miserable. Really, people? Really? Do you have nothing better to do? 'Cause I know I do.
5. My other BiFFle, Nik Whoa. Scratch that. We'll just call her...Sorry. Just waiting for some inspiration. Anytime now. Anytime. Ah, there we go. Verse. Short for Converse, in case you were wondering. Considering that her feet are having an epic Romeo and Juliet style love affair with them at the moment. I'm just sayin'. Well, let's just say that shoes aren't the only thing that Verse has fallen into wildly passionate lust, er, love with. Ahem.
6. Finally, to top it all off, the guy I've been pining after since God and Mary knows when is probably gay. Do all the cute ones have to be gay? Is it too much to ask to have one, just one be straight? Or bi. Or something. Is it? 
Moral to this jilted story: Why me? Why does it always have to be me?

When In Doubt, Go For The Amphbians!

Finally, after more than a decade, Disney has presented the public with its latest princess - Tiana. This cardinal royal sets the stage for this century's fairytale nobles. The last animated heroine to grace the silver screen was none other the fabled Anastasia, brought to poignant life through the deft craftsmanship of 20th Century Fox. Disney's last installment was the Middle Eastern Jasmine. While Jasmine was lively enough and not outright boring, she played only a small part in Disney's renowned comedy, Aladdin. As the title, and, no doubt, the plot itself suggests, the story revolved around Jasmine's romantic interest, rather than Jasmine herself. Anywho, moving on...

This wort-friendly film was inspired not only by the traditional fairy tale, but a present day childrens' novel as well.

But, as allie is wired's Allie pointed out, this film has its fair share of questionable bits.

http://www.moviefone.com/movie/the-princess-and-the-frog/30244/synopsis
http://allieiswired.com/archives/2009/03/princess-and-the-frog-controversy-surrounding-disneys-first-black-princess/

Turkey Day

Thanksgiving is such a waste. It's not even really about being thankful for anything. Well, maybe Turkey. And Pilgrim figurines. But that's about it. Really, when you think about it, it's just a good excuse to get out of school. Yay, the Indians helped the Puritans bring down a wrinkly old bird. It was already having a bad hair - feather? - day. Did they really have to kill it? And to think, Good Old Franklin actually considered making the turkey our national symbol. Ick.

About Me...

I am a total bookworm. Without books, my life would be incomplete.
Sometimes I get on this weird book-withdrawl thing. I get all grouchy and humbugish. I swear to gosh, it's worse than PMS.
Every once in a while, I dream in various shades of green. Weird, huh?
I hate milk. Apparently, I loved it when I was little. Then I woke up one morning and BOOM I hated it.
My favorite color is red. It has been ever since I picked the red ballon off my first birthday cake.
I am one of the few girls that isn't looking forward to her sixteenth birthday. I just don't understand what the big deal is. You might get a car, big whoop. Can you say pollution?
I'm all green, all the way. It drives me crazy if someone doesn't recycle and I hate it when my dad refuses to turn off the laundry room light.
If you want to annoy the crud out of me, poke me repeatedly. But do so at your own risk. You have been warned.
I have to wear socks to bed. Otherwise, my feet get cold and I cannot go to sleep. Believe me, I've tried.
When I was about two, I actually wanted to marry my dog. No kidding.
My favorite movie, to this day, is still the animated version of 101 Dalmatians. Alright, make fun. But that won't keep me from loving it in all its adorable, cheesy spottiness.
I hate my eyes. They aren't really one color. They're blue on the outside, then green on the inside, streaked with brown amidst the green, with a greyish tint all over. Sometimes they even look yellow. Lots of times, I feel like God just couldn't make up his mind, so he just splashed some junk together for the heck of it. Lucky me. I had to be the one that God went all Picasso with.
I'm a nature girl. I love Mother Earth and natural beauty - even when it irritates my allergies.
I am addicted to ice cream. I can eat half a gallon in one night. I'm serious. No joke. My dad'll come in to get some and he's all where's the ice cream? I just bought it.
I collect piggy banks. And yet I never put anything in them.
Forest green freaks me out. It just looks so sinister and creepy. Eeek.
I used to have this Cruella De Vil phobia thing going on. I couldn't even sleep. The only thing that would help would be if my dad went and got my Tigger plush. Yes, I know. But I was four. I thought stuffed animals could fix anything.
My first crush was on a horse. I've always said that I fall in love with horses, not people. I don't know how my future husband is gonna feel about that, but, then again, I might never get one, so who's complaining?
Numbers have personality for me. It's like a numerical soap opera stuck in my head. For example, 6 likes 7, and 7 likes her too, but 8 likes 7, so she hates 6, while 9 is madly in love with 8, who won't give him the time of day. And you wondered why I was so bad at math.
I hate shopping. Why spend your time looking at something as useless as clothes when you could be enriching your mind, educating yourself, with a good book? Beats me.
I have mouse handwriting. It's so tiny. My dad practically needs a magnifying glass to read it.
I don't like Romeo and Juliet. It's not a tale of true love. It's about infatuation and teenage hormones. How romantic.
I love to cook desserts. Forget about fixing anything else. Just desserts.
I have a neverending pile of bookmarks on my nightstand. Gotta love the funky bookmarks.
I don't hate gravy. I dislike it with a vengance.
I twist my shoelaces constantly. What can I say? It's a nervous habit.
Life is my own personal roller coaster ride. The only one I'm not completely, totally scarced of.

The End...for now =)