I have much to update you all on, dear readers, I’ve been horrendous at updating with regard to my first trip to the southern hemisphere. This negligence is primarily, but in no way completely, due to the funky computer keyboard structure in said continent; each key says its intended purpose yet what appears on the screen may or may not be congruent with that purpose. In other words, typing was a pain in the ass and required far more time than I was willing to dedicate during my vacation.
Allow me to begin from the end and work my way backwards. The flight home was highlighted by on-time departures (evidently less rare in South America than in North), a hideous purplish burn on my sister’s face (a result of poorly applied sunscreen and underestimation of the sun’s power…on the Equator) and – most importantly- my first viewing of a High School Musical movie.
I like me a good love story. I enjoy love stories that involved random musical interludes even more. I maintain the belief that the world would be a whole lot nicer if instead of withdrawing from and/or abusing each other when the going got tough, the tough broke into harmonic verses and synchronized dance routines. Thus, I was a ready-made candidate for a little High School Musical love.
Though I must admit that I have a slight (ly pedophilic) crush on the two male leads, I was otherwise disappointed in the much hailed musical extravaganza produced by my friends at Disney. Not only was the plot line dull, the musical numbers were lackluster and I really had a hard time believing that the hair stroking Vanessa Hudgens waited until mid-way through the third movie in the series to kiss her cutie-pie boyfriend Zach Efron- who nobly chose BOTH basketball and drama club at the movie’s end.
This movie does not even belong in the same genres as such masterpieces as My Fair Lady, Annie or The Sound of Music*. I almost would have rather watched the interminable little plane make close to no progress on the trip navigator for 2 straight hours.
* The Sound of Music, now among my favorite movies, was discriminated against by this blogger due to its title: I thought it was a hideous documentary for about 5 years before I finally succumbed to its magic.
Allow me to begin from the end and work my way backwards. The flight home was highlighted by on-time departures (evidently less rare in South America than in North), a hideous purplish burn on my sister’s face (a result of poorly applied sunscreen and underestimation of the sun’s power…on the Equator) and – most importantly- my first viewing of a High School Musical movie.
I like me a good love story. I enjoy love stories that involved random musical interludes even more. I maintain the belief that the world would be a whole lot nicer if instead of withdrawing from and/or abusing each other when the going got tough, the tough broke into harmonic verses and synchronized dance routines. Thus, I was a ready-made candidate for a little High School Musical love.
Though I must admit that I have a slight (ly pedophilic) crush on the two male leads, I was otherwise disappointed in the much hailed musical extravaganza produced by my friends at Disney. Not only was the plot line dull, the musical numbers were lackluster and I really had a hard time believing that the hair stroking Vanessa Hudgens waited until mid-way through the third movie in the series to kiss her cutie-pie boyfriend Zach Efron- who nobly chose BOTH basketball and drama club at the movie’s end.
This movie does not even belong in the same genres as such masterpieces as My Fair Lady, Annie or The Sound of Music*. I almost would have rather watched the interminable little plane make close to no progress on the trip navigator for 2 straight hours.
* The Sound of Music, now among my favorite movies, was discriminated against by this blogger due to its title: I thought it was a hideous documentary for about 5 years before I finally succumbed to its magic.
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status of purple burn: face is currently peeling. someone told me today that "it just looks like you just ran like 5 miles or cried a lot"
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