"in my own little corner, in my own little chair..."

it is my last weekend before i join that noble class of americans who actually work.  when i go in on monday, it will have been 51 days since being actively engaged in either schoolwork  or work-work.  once i sat down and thought about it, i realized that this will be the longest time since the summer i was 10 years old without a paying job or a textbook to occupy my time.  while it's been a welcome relief from a ton of craziness, i am looking forward to getting back into a rhythm and being productive. 

so my last weekend of freedom and i'm playing cinderella all over the apartment, sweeping, washing dishes, dusting, straightening up the  bathrooms, picking up my toys off the floor :)… i'm about to start baking and cooking and then do the subsequent dirty  dishes.  this in no way implies that i have two evil stepsisters lurking around- just in case they ever join the mob of followers i have blog-stalking me.   the roomies never cease to amuse me, and i've learned tons from them. 

i therefore thought it appropriate that i watch the Cinderella movie.  not the disney one, though.  the one with ten times the magic, ten times the eyesore, and a ten cent budget.  the rogers and hammerstein version starring Brandy.  the only movie ever where an african american female and a white male somehow get a clearly asian son.  i have yet to see a more gaudy movie set with colors that burn my retinas like marshmallows.  but the sentiments are the same, and it's got a couple catchy songs that make it almost worth the 90 minutes.  i don't know if there's a girl out there who's never ever wished even once that she could be someone's princess and have her own fairy tale.  the cinderella story is timeless because of it.  i hardly ever give myself the time to think about it, i really don't like sap and i'd rather have a pumpkin pie than a pumpkin carriage, but most of the concepts stay the same :) prince charming can take his time (he's doing so anyway) because so am i.  i've got Someone looking out for me- and He's way cooler that this sassy godmother with all the sparkles and sequins.  and He totally said i'm a princess to Him, and that's more than good enough for me!  i wish more girls could hear that call that their dream is a mere echo of.  the cinderella-type story is a faded picture of the really real happily-ever-after that is actually possible, and on a way grander scale than a movie set, or even this planet.

i'm just going to keep on doing what i do- doing dishes, reading, working on some rough edges, and watching sappy movies when the roommates aren't around.    if you ever get the chance to see the R&H cinderella, do it- then go watch something else incredibly manly with lots and lots of guns and mild cussing.  i'll probably finish the Bourne trilogy tonight as well...but in the way  back corner of my closet behind the scrubs and t-shirts, i've still got my ballgown.