You know, this birthday has put something in perspective. That despite being now 21 years old, there are still some things in life that reduce me to girlish, incoherent squealing:
1) A really awesome antique book (I'll make another post about this later)
2) Sesame Street characters, whose names I'm incapable of saying without adopting a loving, high pitched edge to my voice
3) Walt Disney World
Despite my many, many,
many qualms with the Disney Corporation (mostly brought on by reading
Disney: The Mouse Betrayed when I was only 10), the fact remains that I adore Disney World. I adore the escapism. I adore the art direction of the attractions and hotels. I adore the films and their characters. I adore that gay Disney employees receive health benefits for their live-in partners, thus thoroughly pissing off the religious right. Living in Florida, my family and I went to Disney 5-9 times a year and I had fun every.single.time I went. Going there immediately puts me back to a time in my life when I was perfectly happy. When Gaga was still alive, the family were all still in one place, and there was never any financial stress.
Now I was recently pretty pissed off when it was announced that Disney has acquired Marvel comics, meaning that Universal Studios Islands of Adventure will have to start cutting Disney part of their merchandising proceeds, because I despise when Disney tries to completely monopolize on anything (including Orlando). But no sooner am I glaring their way, than they give me an awesome birthday present (which does say something, I imagine, about the masochistic nature of my and Disney's relationship).
This morning, Disney announced it's plans to renovate the thoroughly blah Magic Kingdom. Girlish incoherence ahead:
( New desktop omg :') )Ok, now that I have that out of my system... um, it's not slated to be completed until 2013 (meaning that I'll be 25 and my delirious excitement will be all the sadder). Seriously, between this and the Harry Potter theme park, I'm more than ready to move to Orlando forever.
I just hope the Beast's Castle doesn't include his library, because if it does...

........just expect to never see me again. I will have poofed into the gleeful ether.