Toy Story ∙ Eleven Years In The Making

I have waited almost 70% of my life for this.

It.

Was awesome.

I feel like I redefined the term "L-OOSAH!" for all mankind.

I went.

With my mother.

& my old Jesse doll.

The only other kid in the place with a Toy Story doll:

Two years old.

Complete with pacifier.

Yep.

I thought this would be histarical and insanely legit.

Nope.

I felt like a buffoon.

To top it all off:

I bawled.

Little kids canNOT fully appreciate this movie, okay? I was literally FOUR when the second one came out. I have an ORIGINAL Jesse doll from Disneyland. FOR. SURE.

Also; the plot was a liiiittle over some childrens' heads. I felt like Andy in the movie, 'cause he's all off goin' to college and getting rid of his toys and whatnot, and he almost cries because he's gotta get rid of them. This I can relate to! Okay, I'm a girl, so I got a little bit more attached to my favorite dress than I did some of my toys, but still. I get where he's coming from.

As I was watching this, it occured to me that this series was probably why I was a psyco when I was little.

When I was a youngster, I thought that toys really did talk, and have feelings, and would get up and walk around when you were gone. No, I did. I reeeeaaaally truely thought that if I lost something, it was because I wasn't being nice to my toys and they hid it from me.

This led to numerous nightmares about my beanie babies (Scooter, the cute brown puppy dog, in particular) trying to kill me.

The sad part is, I didn't realize the connection until now.

Here I am, almost 16, and I just figured out the root of my childhood insanity. Weird.
NOT the point.

Okay, so it was a great movie, and I loved it a lot, and it didn't even have to be in 3D to be awesome because it already was.

Side note: I wish I could find a guy like El Buzzo.

El Fin.

:)

Thankyousoveryverymuchforwastingyourprecioustimereadingthis,
Senorita Funkimitto#