The title is the line from the Disney movie, Tangled, just before the song and dance number at the Snuggly Duckling. I have a kind of embarrassing fact about myself that I am going to tell you. Well, I think it’s embarrassing because I don’t know anyone else who does this, so usually its just me–by myself–on the island.
“I’m all alone! There’s no one here beside meeee. My problems have all gone, there’s no one to deride meeee.”
(And, yes, I know those aren’t the right lyrics. It’s like the “Circle of Life” from The Lion King. No child in America–or, at least, none of the children I grew up with–spoke any type of African language. So, what did we do? We made it up, of course! Naaa Ta benya ba ba hee titabo ben ten ya ba agrabah–what I just wrote is gibberish but if I started to sing it, even with the wrong words, people would be able to name the song). But that is not the point! What is the point?
What was I talking about, again?
Oh, right, my weirdness. So, I quote things all the time; movies, people, tv shows, books, commercials, whatever. Unlike people who are movie fenatics and can quote knowingly from their favorite movies (although, I can practically recite verbatim my favorites) I don’t always know where the quotes I quote are coming from. And, sometimes, it’s a generic two-word sentence that no one would be able to tell came from a movie. But I do!!! And that’s the story of why I’m a loser. It’s okay, I embrace it. I think writers are supposed to be a bit wacky, it’s what allows us to write as so many different people. (Or maybe that’s just what I tell myself to feel better–whatever, at least being weird is never boring. I would hate to be boring.)
Believe it or not, this was supposed to be a short post. I was going to tell you about this funky dream I had involving the Fourth Floor and just about everyone I have met since coming to college so far. I think One Direction might have been in it too. It was a really weird dream.
We were having a party on the Fourth Floor (no surprise there), but this time there was probably fifty people in the hall and I was bringing soda up to the room. Friends from my other classes helped me lug a few twelve packs of Sprite upstairs and the hallway was decorated in bright McDonald’s colors. Then I got yelled at by a few girls on the hall who I guess hated me in my dream and the boys from One Direction checked my I.D. at the front desk. I guess my dream self was friends with Harry (the guy with curly hair) because he decided to come upstairs with us.
Just before I opened the door to the Fourth Floor, I told him how cool everybody was. When I turned the knob, walked in, and said “hey”, everybody said ‘hey’ back. And then I woke up. I told you, it was a really weird dream. Pointless too. I was very confused when my alarm went off.
I just thought I’d tell you all about that exciting dream before I forgot it (because you were so interested, I know).
The things that happen in average minds…are very strange.