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Disney's Alice in Wonderland is the cause of so many of my childhood traumas and associations. I've always wished to sink into a field of those beautiful white flowers, but if two little dudes start telling me stories in the middle of a scary, LCD-induced forest, I'm so out of there. The Tweedel's scared the hell out of me, and the Oysters broke my cruel, cynical heart. I do wish someone would make a song out of them that I can carry with me always. I can't wait to read the original book - I hope that at the age of 18, it no longer has the power to completely freak me out.
(Edit: I have found something scarier than Alice in Wonderland. Yes, I'm talking of High School Musical, and I'll give a pretty reward to whoever explains to me what the fuck was that about. What the hell of Hells? Why? I don't have enough fingers to count all that's offensive and intelligence-insulting and bad about this... movie... creature... thing. I only watched it for the hilarious recap on www.televisionwithoutpity.com - but I'm not sure that was worth the everlasting nightmares. You know what, I learned to live with cheerleaders being impossibly pretty in stupid teen movies, but now we're leeching on regular people and nerds and the like? Now you have to be stunning and airbrushed and sweet and innocent and a good singer simply to... you know, participate in the world? I am angry beyond words.
I also hope to someday find some fucking Doctor Who books. If they don't sell them in Irland, I'll just have to swim across to London. (Correction: No longer traveling to Irland this summer, which is sad, but apparently traveling to London this autumn, which is awesome! Are there any real Police Boxes around? Ah, never mind, to be that close to so many Doctor Who books and merchandise. My reaction would be the geek equivalent of Cordelia Chase in a shoe store. I'm totally gonna enter every toy store I find in search of anything, really. A TARDIS key chain, a sonic screwdriver pen, a poster, action figures, whatever. My mother is going to disown me, or at least send me to therapy, where I will lie in bed and hug my plushie TARDIS forever.)
If you've made it through here, I am truly touched. I mean, that means you've read my geeky plans for my geeky trip, which... wow. Talk about patience. Every time I have something urgent to do for work, I shall update this instead.
And if anyone ever reads this, I'll eat one of my, uh, two hats!
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