I'm pretty sure all fictional French men are creepers

Yes, you read that right. I am pretty sure all fictional French men are creepers. How did I come to this conclusion? You tell me.



The Beast
Not much is as creeper as that picture right there. That just SCREAMS "creeper". Anyways, he has a magical mirror that he uses to see the outside world. Let me rephrase that: he has a mirror that lets him spy on people. Any time. Any place. Any where. AND YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW. Creeeeeeeeper....

Gaston
In a way, Belle should be flattered that Gaston tried to blackmail force gain her hand in marriage. After all, he did manage to see her over the vast mass that was his ego. Basically, if a man wants you bad enough that he has to kill your crush-that-you-don't-even-realize-you-love-yet, barge into your house to "propose" by shoving his nasty feet in your face, and threaten to throw both you AND your dad in the insane asylum, he's pretty much a creeper.

Frollo
Do I have to spell this one out for you? HE BURNT DOWN PARIS SO HE COULD GET IT ON WITH A GIRL. And not only that, but she was "gypsy scum," one of the people he was trying to eliminate. And she clearly told him where to go SEVERAL TIMES before he went all derpy "SAVE ME MARIA, SHE'S TOO HAWT!" let's-go-burn-down-Paris crazy. So I have no clue how you can NOT call Creepy Old Man a creeper.

Marius
Okay, I will be completely honest: I'm not all that familiar with Les Miserables. But suffice it to say that if some random dude walked up to me in a park and confessed his undying love before even telling me his name, I would be pretty terrified. And give him a fake name. And a fake address. And a fake phone number/email address. And then I would make sure he didn't follow me home. I wouldn't confess my new undying love for him ON THE SPOT. But whatever. Maybe I'm just crazy.

Cyrano de Bergerac
*sigh* As much as it pains me to admit it, Mr. Perfect is indeed a creeper. He stalked Roxanne for... what, his entire life before deciding to confess his love for her? And then he let some other dude get the credit for his awesome love notes so she won't diss him to his face because he couldn't handle his life if she wasn't in it. Sounds pretty bad, right? Don't lie to me, it totally does. Well, it gets WORSE. After the husband of the love of his life is killed, he creeped around Roxanne until the second he died. LITERALLY. HE LITERALLY DIES RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER. Yuppers, he's a creeper.

Erik, aka The Phantom of the Opera
The original creeper and (obviously) my favorite! Poor, poor Opera Ghost. He never knew love, and the second there was something beautiful in his life, he became addicted to it. Thus, he did the only thing natural: kidnapped the love of his life, threatened to kill her boyfriend, and told her that if she wouldn't marry him he would completely obliterate the entire opera house in a flaming blaze of pyrotechinic glory even though she was, like, seventeen and he was in his forties. Did I mention he came in through her mirror? Well, he did. Did I also mention that he's a trained ex-ninja assassin? Well, he totally is. So not only is he the most-stalkery person on the list, he is also the most qualified.



So, that's my list of creepy French fictional men.

I promise I will never torture you like this AGAIN

I drew this on Paint with only my touch pad.

... No unkind words, please. Ladle (pictured) is very sensitive. And you'll probably be seeing a lot more of her in the future, so I would refrain from criticizing her.

After all, she has a ladle and she's not afraid to use it.
... Usually.




Expect pictures very similar to this in the future, except not-suckish and totally drawn by hand with a pencil and NOT digital in any way, shape, or form. (Which secretly makes me sad. WHY? WHY CAN'T I DRAW DIGITALLY? WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!)

At least it isn't a random picture of, like, Rick Moranis or something.

He's in my mind, all right. And I am NEVER letting him go

Remember my one post a week goal? And ONLY one post a week? Yeah, that's not gonna happen, because I found something I need to talk about.

Or, rather, some ONE.

Ramin. Freaking. Karimloo.

Oh my gosh, man, could you BE any more attractive?!?! First there's the whole "you are extremely attractive thing" and then the whole "you made me cry because you totally NAILED Erik's character" and then releasing a country/rock CD in March? ... I think I have a new celebrity crush.

And he's only 16 years older than me.

... My other celebrity crush is 14 years older than me.

So what's 3 extra years?

Then again, Ramin is Canadian and Andrew Lee-Potts is British...

Whatever. Ramin can sing. He wins.


On a different note, I totally loved the entire performance. Sierra was... Let me put it this way: I SAW CHRISTINE'S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. Yeah. It was pretty intense. And the guy who played Raoul? Hadley Fraser? He was awesome. Seriously, it was like Raoul woke up and said "I think I'll put my man-pants on today!" AND BOY DID HE! He was like "DUDE, STEP OFF MY TROPHY WIFE, FOOL!" and then the Phantom was all "Honestly, boy, your intelligence is utterly astounding. After all, YOU FORGOT TO KEEP YOUR HAND AT THE LEVEL OF YOUR EYES, IMBECILE." Yeah, I loved it.

And the costumes/set/makeup? Oh gosh. They were so amazing. I honestly have no words for how beautiful it was. Like, I want Christine's blue dress and her cape SO BAD, you have no idea.

To everyone who reads this: please please PLEASE find this and watch it. PLEASE. It was so much better than the movie, and had more references to the original story. THEY MENTIONED PERSIA, YOU GUYS. PERSIA. And they kind of referenced his torture chamber, too. Everything together was so perfect, I cried. Several times. And I'm not ashamed to admit it, you know why? Because this is my story. The story that introduced me to the man who could have held the empire of the world, and had to content himself with a cellar. That story. I get it. I really do. I love it so much it hurts sometimes. I'm one of those crazy "phans" who goes around screaming "I CHOOSE YOU, SCORPION!" at the top of my lungs, and I don't care how many people look at me funny because I know that 90 percent of the female population would actually agree with me if they knew what the heck I was talking about.


Erm, anyways...

Seriously, go watch this. I will forever have Ramin's voice floating around in my head because of it.

And unlike Christine, I cannot see anything negative about this.

Kylie knowing how to blog? HILARIOUS!

For those who decide to follow my blog, let me break it down.

*dances horribly*


Okay. Now let me tell you about the dealio with my blog.

The blogs I follow are a select few. Why? Because I don't find random people's blogs and start reading them, mostly because I have no clue how the Internet works. Anyways, the blogs I DO follow were found through Sparklife, and I decided that since Sparklife was so uber fantastic, I might as well try reading these other blogs. And that, my friends, is how I discovered Dan Bergstein and Megan Prietzel's blogs.

And let me just say, I do not regret A SINGLE MOMENT spent reading these blogs.

The longer I read these blogs, the more I thought "I like to write. I can say funny things. Why don't I start a blog?" And that's when that little monster called Lack of Confidence emerged and was all "U R UH LOOSER. DONT DOOO IT. U'LL MESS UPP & BE ALL LAUGHED AT & STUFFF..."

Well, guess what Lack of Confidence? I DID screw up! HA!
... Wait

Okay, whatever. I can do this. So far, it's Internet:1 Kylie:0 but THINGS CAN CHANGE!



My goal is to blog every week, and occasionally throw in awesome little segment things; for example, I plan to show off my totally rad art skills on here. They are SO rad that everyone will be ready to, like, buy my art for a million dollars the second they see it. They won't even know what it is. They'll just see the color red and be all "A TRILLION DOLLARS RIGHT NOW! Aw, it's a puppy! <3" That's how good my art is.

I plan on other segments, but I don't want to say anything at the moment in case I change my mind and decide not to do them.

So, in essence... I'm desperately trying to figure out this whole blogging thing. Hopefully it goes well. Cross your fingers and wish me luck! Or just tell me I suck. That could happen, too...

I suck at Interneting

... My first blog is kind of dead.

...

So, I got this one instead.

If you look carefully, you'll see a zero in the address.

... It's new.

... It doesn't mean anything. It's just a zero.

The zero has zero relevance.

...

And now it has meaning.

Go figure.