Time you enjoyed wasting is not wasted time...

Okay, so after watching Pocahontas (again, because what the hell, I'm feeling nostalgic) which broke my heart all over again, I decided to check out Pocahontas II.

For the purposes of historical accuracy, you understand.

I stuck with it for the entire hour and twelve minutes, and those are seventy-two minutes of my life I'll never get back. I could have made a really good cup of tea, tidied my room, watched paint dry, twiddled my thumbs.

Stabbing myself with pins sounds preferable right now.

Which should really teach me to watch old Disney films when I'm meant to be sparked out.