Oh, the weather outside is freeeaking awesome.
And watching the Les Mis trailer is so delightful.
And since we've no place to go but the AIR FORCE BALL tonight,
Let it Snow, Let is Snow, Let it snow!
I have creatively, beautifully, and successfully portrayed in this verse the Top 4 things I am excited for right now.
1. The Air Force Ball tonight. This will be my first dance. Well, my fist dance where Robert is my date, that is. Yipee! I'm nervous, but excited.
2. Snow. Obviously. This includes all the cute cozy clothes that you get to wear in the winter time.
3. Les Miserables. Les Miserables. Les Miserables.
(UPDATE: It turns out Stephanie posted a "Love-Les-Mis" post yesterday, too. See here.)
Bear with me as I confess to you (my millions of readers) my love affair with Les Miserables.
Some of my earliest memories include Les Miserables. I remember sitting right in front of the speaker in our living room acting out Les Mis with two trucks; A TONKA truck for any male singer and a pink and yellow truck for any female singer. The fist hook was simply the music. It was beautiful to me. It gave me goosebumps.
Then I started listening to the story. I would listen, while sometimes interrogating my mom. If I was really lucky, my mom would sit and explain the whole story to me as we listened, which she did many times.
She also took us to see the musical. I remember a few things from it (and Phantom, and Beauty and the Beast, and Secret Garden, and Music Man, etc.) but mainly I just remember being enchanted throughout the whole long thing. And getting goosebumps.
As I grew, I found out about the 10th Anniversary Concert. What?! A whole new world of dialogue that wasn't on my Original Cast recording! I would watch it, then listen to my CD in my room and act the story out as it pieced itself together. My appreciation grew.
In my little freshman dorm, half my roommates and I used pens and highlighters (Angela Valentine Naegle style) to act out the whole thing to the other half of my roommates.
Then...the 25th Anniversary Concert. My Les Miserables world turned upside down. First, because the Jonas kid was a really poor casting decision, but second and more important, I fell in love with Alfie Boe and Norm Lewis. They are my Jean Valjean and Javert.
Robert and I went to see it at the Capitol Theatre a few years ago (THANK YOU AUNT CRISTY!) and Robert, who loves a good story, fell in love, too. Robert and I then began asking more important questions about the characters...well, character. About society. About the author's views.
Here we are, the present day, and I am halfway through the book. I needed answers to my questions and the book is thorough. I think it is safe to say there is no book in existence that is more thorough than Victor Hugo's Les Miserables. When I listen to the musical now, I get goosebumps and cry like I never have before. Ah...I could go on and on.
Now that you are convinced I am a legit fan, let me tell you that I am excited for the movie, simply for this reason:
Les Miserables is a fantastic story. I can't wait to see it in "movie" medium. I know there are Les Mis movies out there but this one will be grand because it's a movie of the musical. I will keep my singing expectations in check and look at Hugo's story from a different point of view. I am so excited!
Moving on. (p.s. I shortened this Les Mis entry by about half before posting it. You're welcome.)
4. THE HOLIDAY SEASON!
It's snowing right now. Right this second. I don't care what people say, I can listen to Christmas music. All this talk about "if you listen to Christmas music you are forgetting Thanksgiving"? I won't have it.
There is a magic about Christmas time, and listening to cheesy music awakens past holiday feelings of peace, electricity, and the Spirit of the season. I don't see anything wrong with giving two months to this feeling instead of 25 days. Why must I hold back until a certain day to start getting excited about all of the magical, wonderful. spectacular, miraculous things about Christmas? Uh uh, not me. I'm not waiting.
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