Three years. Three years of obsessions, pop culture addictions, and enough lengthy librettos about English songstress’ and fictional characters to launch the expression “fangirl” onto an entirely different level. What can I say, other than, thank you. Thank you all for your support and your friendship, for coming back again and again, encouraging me and my particular brand of crazy. You’re the best bunch of enablers a girl could ask for. Which is why, I’m going to make you a promise. Yes, I’ve said it before a time (or two), but I mean it this time. Really. I’m going to write more. More short stories, more detailed analysis’ and random ramblings about films and TV, weekly music reviews. I want to evolve and delight, entertain and branch out. I want this to be the year of AWESOME [Insert background music here].
Let us begin by looking back at some of the most memorable highlights of the past year.
She dreamed of her most beloved fictional faces and their fantasy worlds with unusual frequency. They ranged from the normal to outlandish, to the exceptional and the weird. On the other hand, she really had to commend herself for the ability to dream mostly in canon. Her recollections were astonishingly accurate.
I am a Twilight addict.
There was never a choice. It was always Edward (Oh, wait. I think that’s supposed to be Bella’s line). The idea of soul mates – true love – the main idea of the novels, has been the foremost component in my mind as to why I love the series. Nothing can keep them apart. It doesn’t matter if he’s a vampire or she’s a human, they belong together; fate transcends the impossible.
They call it the Circus of Dreams, for it is like nothing you have ever seen before or will see again. Here you will find the unimaginable, an extraordinary world filled with magic and mystique.Step inside, see the wonders it holds, explore the lavish tents in vibrant hues of ivory and ink. Watch the acrobats soar through the air, liked winged birds in flight. Notice how the tattooed contortionist bends and distorts her body into unimaginable shapes. Discover the gardens of ice, with towers of frosted trees and cold crystal roses.
She is the Illusionist, the keeper of this ethereal city. The secrets of her past – her future – are tied with another’s. Her equal. Her rival. These star-crossed lovers know not of the wager they have been bound to. Love will their undoing. Love will be their salvation.
When an upcoming record – from an artist you have known for some time – is to be released, there’s a thrill of excitement that runs through you, a feeling of elation.
It’s flashbacks and dance tracks; synthesized waves and handwritten letters. It’s classic versus contemporary; a mixture of revolving rainbow lights and personal growth.
6. I’m Lovely
The wonderful Peggy Isaacs nominated me for a One Lovely Blog Award. I know, isn’t that awesome?
British dramas. Could there be anything better? Well, actually, now that I think about it, there is one thing better than an hour-long British drama. A period drama, hour-long, British. Speaking as someone who has a rather dominate addiction to them, I can assure you, I am in the right.
I looked at her as if she were crazy. Was what I was doing so unimaginable? After so many years together, had she not seen this often enough?
The next day, it will all begin again. The silent pleas, the fear, the hope. Will I ever be able to voice my desires to the beautiful brunette that occupies my every waking thought, every dream-filled night? There’s only one acceptable answer. Tomorrow, come hell or high water, I will be asking Bella Swan out. No more excuses. No more fear. No more.
Edward Cullen will get the girl.
she could see
she was his only
I had come to my ultimate conclusion long before Gil had discovered his. These fictional lives we want so much to live are only of value if they stay fiction. We will always dream. We will always imagine another place, another time, no matter where we are. Life is not perfect. Even in fantasy, I’m sure Cinderella finds herself cleaning the bathroom every once in a while. We wouldn’t want our illusions fulfilled if they did not come with the all-inclusive happy ending. Would we?
You know of my complete and utter devotion, some might say, obsession with the beautiful songstress Florence Welch and her flawless hymns? Yes, I thought so. It’s hardly a secret, given the circumstances. How many Florence posts are we at now? I’ve lost count. When I thought about composing a second edition of Press Play: Artist of the Month, I debated posting another lengthy love-letter to my beloved. There are only so many ways to accurately word the magical power Florence + The Machine possess. Then I completely chucked that thought out the window, because it was incredibly inaccurate. My ability to illustrate the melodious and lyrical magnetism seen in every Florence song is endless. I’m a fangirl. It’s what I do.
This is a different side of my writing that I hope you’ll like. Let’s face it, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Though I had initially wanted to keep my fiction writer personality separate, it was only a matter of time before you got to see her in her element. She was getting stronger, post by post. Don’t worry, though. My FanGirl side is still alive and well. She’ll never leave.
I’ll see you soon, my lovelies. Go forth, and have a FanGirl kind of day! – Kim