A Post There That Wasn't There Before

  I got sick the day after Thanksgiving, and so as I lay there convinced I was dying I rewatched Beauty and the Beast and rediscovered why it's my favorite Disney movie ever and Belle my favorite princess. I haven't seen it fully in years, but it hadn't lost any of the hold it had on me before I got a sore throat and stomach virus at the same time. 
  Oh, and by the way, to add insult to illness, when I woke up at five-thirty Sunday morning and decided that I needed to puke, I went running into the bathroom--literally. The hallway was so dark and I was so sick that half of me went in and half of me slammed into the doorway. But back to Belle. 
  Belle is, and has consistently been, my favorite Disney princess by far throughout my life. She's brunette, she reads, and she teaches a hideous monster to love again. Girl power!
  The story of Beauty and the Beast is, as my friend Melvin so eloquently put it, "a beautiful story," and each time I watch it I find that I love it more and more. This weekend alone I watched it two times and roped my family into watching The Enchanted Christmas with me, and I've decided that I'm watching it again on Friday because, thank God, we're off from school. And my throat's finally feeling better, so I might--just might--be able to sing along with "Be Our Guest" or "Something There That Wasn't There Before" or "Human Again" (special edition, suckers!!!). 
  And I have no idea, truly, who Robby Benson is, except that he's the dude who sounds like a demon throughout most of the movie. And that he's possibly the best voice they could have picked for Beast (yeah, it ticks me off that Belle's prince doesn't have a name). I also liked that everybody did their own singing, because usually in Disney movies the credits have a voice and then a singing voice although, I have to admit, most of the time they do sound incredibly alike. Sometimes scarily so. I didn't know that wasn't Matthew Broderick singing in The Lion King until, like, two months ago. Honestly. 
  And I have made it a goal in life to have an entire room--whenever I get a house--devoted to Beauty and the Beast stuff; I want to be a collector. 
  At least it's not heads, or cats, or Chihuahuas, or those creepy dolls whose glass eyes seem to follow you across the room whenever you have to walk right by them. There's lots of worse things to collect. Leave me alone.