So last night was our Disney Night. It started out with Athena's thought, "It would be nice to get together with Celeste and her husband and watch Disney movies." Then she decided to be more inclusive and suggest we invite all the local family types. Celeste called one day for something, and so Athena urged me to mention it, and that got everything started so now we had to follow through. Mom's house is kind of in the center of where everyone else lives, so we asked if we could have it there. We suggested bringing our PS3 so people could experience The Blu-ray. This was our evil scheme.
Okay, so part of it wasn't evil--we thought it would be a good way to attract people who wouldn't necessarily be interested like Steve and Sarah's husband. But more than anything, it was our way of convincing the "manly men" to watch a princess movie. We only have two Disney movies on Blu-ray, and one of them is Sleeping Beauty. The other is Pinocchio, so it wouldn't have been too girly.
Unfortunately, as soon as Steve told Scott about our plans for a Disney Night with Blu-ray, Scott (I'm told) got very excited and wanted to show us his Pixar movies on Blu-ray. We were kind of torn, because we like to let kids be excited, but we had been specifically planning to leave all our Pixar films at home because we wanted to watch classical animation. And to be honest, we don't like the Pixar movies as much. The newness of 3-D animation has worn off, and we realize that we don't like all that many of their characters. And anyway, I'm sure I've mentioned our theory that all the people who are trying to keep up whatever image they're trying to keep up like Pixar because it's in some kind of a safe zone, while Disney is just "too kiddie" by virtue of the fact that it's two-dimensional? At least, I think that's why, because it's the only major difference. So part of our plan was to use Blu-ray to show people that, oh hey, these classically animated movies are pretty cool after all.
But as soon as we heard there would be Pixar movies there, we knew what we would be watching. Actually, we were really worried that we would be watching Cars, which is like the symbol of our theory about the Pixar safe zone, since most of the people who really seem to care about image are men (keep in mind that this is in regards to our very limited sphere of interaction). But then again, it was girls, our very own sisters!, who immediately said they wanted to watch the Pixar short films collection when we finally settled everyone down to discuss. Fortunately! we had time for two movies, so we decided to compromise and watch the Pixar shorts and then Pinocchio. Unfortunately, we had failed to try watching Pinocchio before bringing it over, and didn't know that our PS3 needs an upgrade. I'm sure it wouldn't have taken too long to download the upgrade, but Steve decided we were going to watch WALL-E anyway. We're just glad we avoided watching Cars. And to be perfectly honest, I think that Andrew Stanton is a genius, I actually do like the characters in WALL-E, and it's a really great movie. But it also has very limited dialogue, which makes it feel very very long.
Poor Kimee, though. We got out of Cars (Sarah's husband's favorite movie of all time, apparently) by saying it was the one we'd seen most recently (Dad asked to watch it when he was visiting for Sarah's wedding), but the one Kimee had seen most recently was WALL-E. She desperately wanted to watch Pinocchio, and she actually tends to get ignored in favor of her brother a lot. Next time, Kimee!
Despite not getting our top choice of movies, it was actually a pretty fun night, but it was still pretty tiring. It still just doesn't feel like we fit. And Celeste was the only one to notice our pretty new shirts that we got at Disneyland *sniffle* So we cooled down by playing Dissidia Final Fantasy and then we went to bed.
Church this morning brought our second "failed villain" epiphany. It's kind of a long story that started several weeks ago, but even that requires some explanation. The second hour of our church meetings consists of Sunday school. Different wards can have special classes if they want, but every ward has Gospel Doctrine, which is learning about the gospel through the scriptures, and Gospel Essentials, which teaches the basic principles of the gospel to newer members of the church. For example, when we went to church while we were in Japan, we went to the Gospel Essentials class because Dad's cousin (whose ward we were visiting) was the teacher, and the lesson was on service. The text for Gospel Doctrine is the scriptures (everyone is encouraged to have their own set (Bible, Book of Mormon, Doctrine & Covenants, Pearl of Great Price) from childhood) and a pamphlet telling everybody what chapters to read that week. Gospel Essentials, on the other hand, has manuals for everybody to read from called "Gospel Principles." And every week the Gospel Essentials teacher comes to the library/materials center to check out extra manuals for his class to use.
One week, the teacher came for the manuals, and we went to the shelf where they're kept, but they were gone. Instead, there was a bunch of sheet music. We looked through the whole library (it's just one room), but the Gospel Principles books were nowhere to be found. All we could find out was that the stake music director had been in recently and reorganized all the sheet music in the library, moving things around so as to make the music easiest to navigate, I guess. All the lesson manual type things had been relegated to another shelf behind all the TVs (sometimes teachers show videos), as if nobody ever needed to actually get to them. All the manuals except for the Gospel Principles books.
We told our bishop about it, and we suspect that's why we now have two Gospel Principles books, but dang it, there used to be six. And the teacher always checked out all of them, so it's not like he didn't need that many.
When we got to the library today, there was a note on the counter... from the stake music director. Thinking on it now, it may not be entirely fair to blame her for the disappearance of the Gospel Principles books, but blame her we did, and now she's leaving us a note. A note that says she's going to be taking care of all the music in the library now, and all the people who wanted it could come check it out from her on Wednesday nights, so they wouldn't need us anymore.
I think I've discussed how much we hate it when people act like they own the library, and how we would prefer if they would just let us do our job. We also don't like being made obsolete. And of course, we had the Gospel Principles books against her, which didn't help our mood.
Speaking of not liking it when people don't acknowledge us and barge into the library like they own it, you may remember that we keep one of the doors locked so that people don't walk through it and directly behind the counter. So today, when we were still upset about this note, suddenly the door unlocks and a group of women comes through, saying, "Oh, good, my key does work." I asked if we could help them, and they explained that they were just checking to make sure that their Relief Society president's key worked on Sundays. I threw my hands up in the air and said, "Do they even need librarians anymore!?" And they burst out laughing.
I got angry. I told them to stop laughing, I mean it, I'm really very upset. I thought I was using my angry voice. Athena says she thought I was, too. But they just kept laughing.
Now, when Mom and Steve were dating and he would do things we considered to be jerky, and we would tell him to stop because it bothered us, he would keep going. When we complained about it to Mom, she would explain that he thought when we said, "Stop it, you're hurting my feelings," we actually meant, "Ah ha ha ha ha! You're so funny! Keep it up!" And I thought, "In what world does that make any kind of logical sense!?" Apparently that world is Fresno. My goodness, it's like no one grows out of middle school!
I said, "Do I look happy!?" and they said that yes, I actually did. And laughed! Weird. Come to think of it, there's a certain picture where we're screaming like crazy (and not for joy), but we look kind of happy there, too. I think that might be a good sign... but it's hard to explain. At any rate, we would hardly make intimidating villains, but maybe that's why we would be good at villainy, since we'd take people by surprise. On the other hand, see "Disney Night" above.
Fortunately, our own ward's Relief Society president was already in the library using the paper cutter, and she was more than happy to let us vent to her. She also asked if there was perhaps some underlying stress that may have been aggravating the situation (I was yelling in the church, after all; at least it wasn't the chapel), and I didn't think there was, but we talked about a few things that are going on that I guess could be a little stressful, like work and the issues we have with "family gatherings." And I started crying at one point. I also noticed later that my temples were hurting, something I noticed a couple nights ago, and I haven't been sleeping very well lately, so maybe I'm really very stressed without realizing it. Curious.
But then in Relief Society there were Ghirardelli brownies (so yummy), and after church my visiting teacher gave us each a little package of... what we assume to be candy, but we haven't opened the adorable wrapping yet, so we couldn't say for sure. So overall it wasn't too bad a day. I still think that somebody needs to be smacked, but then I wonder if it's those violent thoughts that are stressing me out.
Oh! And something I forgot! Dust. Just a little bit of... Wait, that's not it. Before Disney Night, Mom and Steve took us out to eat (fast food, nothing fancy). While we were waiting for our food (okay, maybe it wasn't that fast, but it was still a fast food joint), Scott told us about how he saw a girl at school reading what he termed an "anime book." He asked her if she knew who translated it, and she was ready with an answer! It was us! Like, oh my gosh! And not only that, but she specifically looks for manga that we translate! Aww, we're so flattered! (Incidentally, this is the same middle school we visited about a year ago, but apparently she was sick that day, and she was very very upset that she missed it.)
Today I'm thankful for our very caring Relief Society president, Ghirardelli brownies in RS today, gifts from my visiting teacher, getting to have a Disney Night (Celeste and her husband both wore Disney shirts, too; she even made him change into one), and not being very good villains (we'd rather be heroes anyway).