BEDA Installment Three: Is there anything as perfect as vanilla ice cream?

I had some vanilla ice cream a little while ago, not even expensive vanilla ice cream, and yet still, it was delicious. I’ve been asked dozens and dozens of times what my favorite food is but have never been able to decide. Now, I have decided that it is absolutely, one hundred percent vanilla ice cream.

And that is that, enough about vanilla ice cream.

I’m currently knitting a bag out of grocery bags that I cut up and made into yarn. I’m nearly done already. From this, I am guessing you can see why I’ve abandoned the slow-moving cardigan and seed stitch fingerless gloves. Yes, the end result may be more impressive, but instant gratification is so much more… instantly gratifying.

Today was a delightfully rainy day, or at least it was earlier today. Now, it’s merely windy, but earlier, the lovely Earlier, it was stormy, raindrops drifting and thunder and lightning gracing us with their relegant, regal presences. Storms during school remind me of tall, sophisticated, foreign woman, the kind you desparately wish you were the best of friends with but know that you would not enjoy actually being “friends” with. Storms at home, on the other hand, are cozy and perfect for lying down in bed with a warm blanket, a light above one’s head and a book in one’s hand. (can you tell I’m partial to unconventional weather? I prefer cold to hot, on the logic that I would rather freeze to death than burn)

This morning while waiting for the bus, I noticed the overabundance of worms on our driveway, much more so than in usual rainy weather, all of them squirming for dear life on their way to a fantasy land. I wished I could help them reach their destination, which appeared to be the other side of the driveway, in the wet earth, but I knew that if I saved even one I would feel guilty for not having saved them all.

I despise splinters.

Oh, I began watching Moulin Rouge this afternoon, which I recorded some time ago on the DVR. I’m only about twelve minutes in, but already I can tell I will love it. Once I’m finished, I will have another line crossed out from the Other List, the list of movies I plan to see in my lifetime.

The first movie I can remember seeing that had a profound impact on me is Hook, also one of the first real-people movies I’ve seen, which stars Robin Williams and involves an adult Peter Pan who much go back to Never-Never Land to rescue his kidnapped children. Not only was the idea of Peter Pan growing up infinitely horrifying to my childhood self, but there’s this particular scene that left an impression on me. I’m not sure I remember the exact context of it, but there’s baby Peter Pan, I believe, and he’s in a baby carriage. It’s raining something terrible, but he is out in the middle of it, and then a pair of adult hands push his carriage hard, and he’s crying. I remember being utterly shocked. Why on earth would somebody do such a thing? If there’s one thing I can’t stand, even now, is when babies cry in movies, or television shows, or anywhere where I can’t physically reach out and pick up the baby, stop its crying.

Two other movies I recall seeing and being terrified of are Witch (again, a part with a baby, when the purple-eyed witch pushed a baby in a stroller down a huge hill and I don’t know what happens next) and Jumanji (to be perfectly honest, I still get scared when I see it, which is about twice a year, sometimes more).

Nowadays, there really aren’t any movies that scare me that much, at least not permanently. I have very strong short-term feelings of fear, and very often. It’s almost become a pleasant emotion, fear, because of the exhilirating feelings, the adrenaline rush, the emotions I now associate it with.

Another feeling I associate with pleasantries is the feeling of accomplishment. Once I have written a blog post, for instance, that is at least six hundred words, I feel a marvelous sense of accomplishment (isn’t it peachy how I managed to bring this to an end so smoothly).

I’ll write to you all again tomorrow (I bet you didn’t see that one coming). Happy weekend!

EDIT: I almost eternally forgot! The question!

Question Three: What movies from your childhod have had an impact on you?

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3 Responses to “BEDA Installment Three: Is there anything as perfect as vanilla ice cream?”

  1. Courtney Says:

    Jumanji also scares me to no end. No matter how many times I tell myself that there are no giant bugs where I live, and that an insane hunter isn’t going to come after me, and that the event of an african stampede happening here is zero, I still get freaked out.

    Annie- that movie is so good, it’s ridiculous. When Annie the orphanage lady tells her brother and his girlfriend to pretend to be Annie’s parents cause she doesn’t know and they all want Mr. Warbucks’ money. It gets me every time.
    The Brave Little Toaster(and sequels)- I think I just liked the fact that inanimate objects could talk. This definitely had a profound impact on my life as an only child. After watching this movie is probably when I started sending my stuffed animals on adventures throughout the house (I might still… shhh)

  2. Laura Says:

    Vanilla ice cream is nasty. I’m sorry, I just can’t stand it.

    I was playing the Jumanji board game by myself after everyone left school on 9/11. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the movie.

    I didn’t watch very many movies as a kid. I would lose interest too quickly. I did like Dumbo quite a bit though.

  3. Daniel Says:

    I adore your description of the storms. I feel similarly.

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