It's 12:42 PM and I just returned from seeing
Pan's Labyrinth. I was so excited about it that I squealed all the way to the theater and tapped my foot impatiently while the previews played--I think I'd be more sane now if I had watched
only the previews. I suppose I was expecting something more mild, more tame, more like the sappy but lovable fantasy movies of the '80s. I was sorely mistaken in thinking for an instant that
Pan's Labyrinth would be even close to what I'm used to. I sit here, writing, almost completely emotionally numb, other than the slight twinges of pain that poke through the tattered remains hanging where my heart used to be. I'm not sure when I last felt this drained or shocked. This movie hit me harder than I would have liked on so many different levels, and while I want so badly to say that I loved it and it's exactly what I was hoping for and more, I can't. I suppose it was the wake-up call I needed, and I just hope that in the morning, once the shock has worn off, I can be happy about the lessons I've taken away. But right now I'm reeling from the blow to the part of my mind that thought it knew fantasy, the part who thought it had seen it all. After almost two and a half hours of faces being sliced open, shot off, or otherwise mutilated, I find I'm not as desensitized to violence as I had previously thought. I winced every time a bullet whizzed by, amplified by the network of speakers throughout the theater. The effect was such that I felt I was actually there, and I fought the urge to crawl under my cushy seat and cry. I can honestly say that I've
never felt that strongly about a movie before, but then I've never seen a movie quite like it. Luckily I have watched two wonderful movies over the break, and yet another violent, depressing movie. The violent, depressing movie was the
Prestige, which I had been looking forward to seeing for a long time. However, after watching my first movie of the break
The Illusionist, I couldn't help but be a little heart-broken. The latter movie was wonderful, and the other "nice" movie,
Howl's Moving Castle, was equally entertaining and uplifting. I enjoyed them both, and they've proved to be quite a balm on my movie battle-scars.
Anywho, on a much lighter note, I've noticed that all of my new deviations are of my BJDs. Although I don't want to stop taken normal pictures, my BJDs are consuming my life at the moment, and I certainly do have a tendency to get obsessed with my hobbies. For those doll fans out there who actually know and care about this, I figured I'd rattle off my collection as of now and my wish list for the future. I currently have an AngelRegion Ren girl (Annabel Lee), a Rainy Wu (Zane), and a Rainy Hana Devil (Harper) living with me, among other non-BJDs (and a R&D Angel Selena that I don't really consider part of my official BJD collection). My mom is planning on getting me a Rainy Lydia
[link] to complement my Rainy Wu. I'm also considering getting a Dollstown Mui
[link] (waaaayyyy in the future as he's almost $900 even though he comes completely naked) and perhaps even a Dollshe Saint
[link] . Anywho, I'm really happy with the dolls I have right now, although I am really excited planning what kinds of wigs and eyes I want for my future Lydia. I've also considered names, and I'm thinking about Darcy. That'll have to wait, though, until I've seen her because there is a good chance I may change my mind. Anywho, after all this doll talk I'm feeling considerably better. Thanks for listening to my strange doll ravings, and I hope I haven't scared anyone off.

My dolls are such a blessing...one of the few things that could make me smile on a night like this.