Night of the dead pt.II

So on the way to pick up some prescriptions, I hear the DJ on the radio say that people can trick or treat until 8:30pm tonight and in some places it will end at 8pm. Okay, when the hell did we start putting a curfew on Halloween!? I remember my ass being out until the people were standing there in their jammies half asleep giving literally, handfuls of candy into my bag. What is this world coming to? But yea, I just needed to get that off my chest. So...back to watching Tila Tequila's Shot of Love or whatever...it's insane. Later!

Night of the dead

YAY~! It's the eve of all spirits and ghouls! Demons and ghosts, zombies and children frolicking in costumes to hide among the goblins and monsters that creep in the night. At least that's what Halloween used to be. Now it's lame because people are sick. Kids are taken to Zoo's and theme parks across the country to avoid the pedophiles and general creepy neighbors that lurk in their 'hood. Then again, maybe people of this generation are more over protective of their kids than my parents were. After all, me and my motley crew were wandering around the neighborhood trying to get as much candy as we could, taking extra masks and such. Nowadays, people keep their kids on leashes and don't let them more than a foot away from them. It's kind of funny though, because any other time they let their children flee freely around stores and theme parks any other time. It's sort of...not so much ironic as a clear example of human stupidity. Masses feed into this idea of terribleness and horror and it's like we're building bunkers to protect us from the commies again. Does any of that make sense? Weeeeeell, anyway, Halloween is my favoritest day of the year! I love the creepiness that surrounds this day. In Japan, October is known as the "godless month." All the gods sort of go on a vacation and the mortals are left to fend for themselves. I think maybe I'm a little more darker than I think sometimes, because I just love the idea of Halloween. Unfortunately, I will not be going to any parties or anything because there aren't any here that I wanna go to. And of course it sucks that there's no big bag of candy in a bowl in our living room to pass out to children smiling happily and yelling "Trick or treat!" Actually, it really sucks because I can't mooch off the candy as the night wears on. Maybe I should go rent some creepy scary movies or something. I guess I could rewatch my zombie movies. Or I could just watch tv, because there's a horror movie on every channel...I even saw some on Oxygen and even Lifetime! Lifetime of all channels! Right now, we're (me and my sidekick, Steph) are burning cds for her Christmas Cantata...go figure. We're also watching a rerun on the history channel about Vampires. Steph likes vampires, but I argue that they're just zombies that aren't rotting and drink blood, instead of ripping and tearing flesh and sinew from the human body. Hehehe, sorry if I'm being morbid. Okay, I'm now going to humor myself with some good ol' blood and gore. Hope your Halloween night is mystical and fantastical. G'night guys!

Quiet time...

Okay, sorry for the delay in posting, and be forewarned this may be a lengthy one. Sorting your priorities and life is more difficult than one could ever imagine. I'm happy to have finally resumed work at the Disney Store. At least I can kind of stay busy. The family is okay and I'm here now, so there's nothing to do to change that. I just hope I can get rid of this Dark self that has seemed to have formed... Eh, it'll work out, because it always does for me! So anyways, about my trip home. It rained the whole way and I mostly read the map or the ever entertaining billboards along the roads. I tell you, one sign would tell about Asian spas, then the next was something or the other about an adult store with a strip club or one or the other, and finally after those two signs welcoming truckers was another sign telling about the love of Jesus! Then...right after Jesus/bible/religious/Christian signs, there are signs telling you to not have abortion, but not directly and in more of a "life starts at 18 weeks" stuff. It was like a chronological tale of debauchery. It all starts with the "friendly Asian staff" at a spa, and after being pampered, you go get yourself some entertainment in the form of books and if that's not enough, you slip over to the strip club to watch a 40 year-old lady working her money maker or all that's left of it. Finally, after your excursion to the Champagne Room, you find Jesus and stop your stripper lady friend named Roberta "Mercedes" Jimmybob from having an abortion. I just laid out the next plot for a feel-good love comedy. For an instant, I almost wanted to be a trucker just so I could ask other truckers if they ever stop at any of those places to take a shower. I think at one point I felt a burning sensation from just reading the damned signs. The best signs I saw were the ones here in the good ole state o' Kentucky! There was these black signs with big capital white letters and religious stuff on them, but the one that struck me the most was one that said "HELL IS HERE" or maybe it was "HELL HERE." But it was so odd because the first letter of HELL was in red. And right across this sign was a "pleasure center." It was just so weird, like the time I went to Gatlinburg and there was a giant cross next to another adult store place. Sex and religion...eternal enemies, lol. The gas stations were the best though. This one gas station smelled like bleach and cleaning chemicals. We stopped because I had to go to the bathroom and I walk in and notice a wrench just sitting on the sink and I walk over to the creepy foreign guy and asked about the bathroom. He snapped at me and said he wasn't done with it, then he sort of calmed down and realized he was being suspicious and said I could use it. I said "F**k that" and ran back out to the car to hold it until the next stop. It was very creepy. Then we stopped at a Flying J and let me tell you, that place made me want to be a trucker, only because they had a video game arcade and I was hurting for some video games, but some weird guy sort of followed us and we left. So needless to say it was a twisted adventure and one I would not like to do again...okay that's a lie, because it would have been more fun if it had been under different circumstances. But talking about it has made me feel a bit better. Work was weird last night though because they have radios now and I was wanting to say some of the stuff I did at LMA (Lights, Motors, Action). I'll have to train them in the use of nifty radio code. Because if we have a signal 25, then we can say so instead of saying, "omigod fire!" due to the fact that people are more apt to panic at the mention of a fire. So if it's flaming, it's a signal 25. OH! We could use that for flaming gay guys or something too, that would be funny. My legs are killing me from work and I guess I never really realized just how hard the job is on my knees. You would think with me running up and down bleachers I would be fine, but I'm using extra muscles or something...I dunno. Everyone at work was happy to have me back and I guess I'm happy to be around people who get my humor even if they really don't because they actually listen to me. So it's cool. I need to really keep up with this blog because you never know, maybe someone will read it and I will get noticed and famous and junk. I don't think I'm that good of a writer but people are always telling me so, to which I usually tell them, "hehehe, yea you're on crack!" Good times. I just hope I can adjust to having to deal with East Enders again...rich people ya know. I have to wonder about them, at least they leave their kids in the store and not attached to a stroller where there's thousands of strangers. In other words, I am still a baby sitter, dealing with the public and I do it all while making $.02 less than I did at WDW! Haha! Well, I'm sure that I've rambled enough for today, but I'm sure I'll have something humorous for you all again, and very soon. After all, as long as there are people/guests/general public/masses, I will be entertained. ...And to tell you the truth, I do feel more secure in the mall, because I have more access to weapons in case zombies attack. 'Kay, later guys!

As for luck...

Let's just say that if it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. Yesterday I called and told the manager of guest relations at Animal Kingdom I couldn't set up an appointment with him because I had to come home and maybe I could reapply in the future. Then some managers from merchandise called me, twice, and I had to explain to them why I'm not applying and that I'll apply again some other time. Now, I have to wait until Friday to talk to the manager in operations and tell them the same thing. How unlucky is that? Any other time I'm scrounging to try and move up and no one looks twice at me. I tried taking a hot shower but I still feel blah. It's also still raining and miserable here in KY, whereas I could have stayed in sunny and hot FL...maybe I'm just stupid and unlucky. I'm exhausted mentally and I'm trying my best to readjust to being at home. I thought if I gave myself a week before I threw myself back into work that I'd eventually readjust, but I'm not adjusting as well as I thought. This morning, one of the girls I worked with called me and I didn't answer. I don't know why, but I just didn't feel like talking to her. I honestly haven't felt like talking to anyone since I got home. Maybe all of this is due to cabin fever... I haven't left the house since I got home! I need to get out or something...oh wait I did leave twice to go to the doctor's office with my sister and again to rent some movies for her and myself. Oh well, maybe I'll go take my dog to get groomed or something later. I just need to get out of the house for a while. Eventually, I will tell you guys a funny story about the trip home, but for now I just need to occupy myself with something constructive...or at this point, destructive. Later guys!

Unfortunately, still alive...

Let me just say that my sudden excursion home was not the least bit fun. I had to read horrible signs enticing Truckers to go and get an Asian massage or get a hot meal and shower at a Strip Club or adult toy store. A lot has happened. I didn't get fired or anything, but I needed to come home and help take care of my family because they need me. Steph left too because she's needed at home as well. I really miss Florida. It's kinda weird, but yea, I miss it so terribly right now. I think it's because I didn't have time to mentally prepare myself to come back here. My animals were happy to see me when I came in and my mom and sister were too. My dog hasn't left my side hardly at all. I got my job back at The Disney Store, so that's good. I did have interviews for the Professional Internships, but I'm not going anywhere now. I'll finish school before I go back to FL. I am going to go back, because I do want a career with the Walt Disney Company. Unfortunately, I have to get some stuff here at home in check before I make the move permanent. Sorry for such a dreary post, but I'm actually having a hard time making fun of anything. I'll try to be a little more positive in my next post...but now I just don't feel it, ya know? But I just wanted to clear up the fact that I have not been fired or anything like that. I left of my own will and the manager actually tried getting me to stay... ARGH! I'm going to try and find something to occupy myself with for a while so I can stop thinking. Talk to you later guys.

holy moly batman!

Hey guys, not much happened today. Actually that's a lie and for those of you who have my number, please call me so I can rely the funniest story ever if I don't call you first. Let's just say only 5 people besides me know. I'm afraid if I post here then it could get back to someone at work and I really like working where I do. Work was work today. No little boys peeing in the bushes, although we did find a turtle! It was a baby turtle, the size of a half-dollar. We named him Speedy. It was cool. They said that there was a bigger turtle on Camera Alley (the street that goes in front of the stands) and they had to put him back in the pond backstage. We have a lot of interesting wildlife here in FL. Nature is literally on the back doorstep. It's fun though because you get to see lots of weird things and animals scurrying about. My manager also put the baby turtle back near the pond. Oh yea, when I was merge today we had some guests get in the queue like an hour early. One lady started complaining and it was 3:30pm, she asked when the show started and Inner Kendora came out. I said, "Well ma'am, the show starts at 4:30 We tell you guys to come back around 4 because we usually don't start seating until about 4. Unfortunately, most people get a little over zealous and come here early. Thanks guys." And then I walked off after talking to her. I swear some people... And then, I was trying to talk to 2 little girls and ask how they're day was and stuff, and mom just glares at me and says, "They can't think very well with the sun in their eyes." Let me tell you, Inner Kendora said, "Ma'am I hope that your daughters are not the next Ms. South Carolina. Such as." Again, I could only smile and say 'okay' and walk away. It's my thing now to just walk away. It keeps me from saying anything too bad. I've noticed that my inner self is becoming more and more prevalent in my personality...maybe it's always been there but I was able to have it in public due to working with cool people. I just need to keep it in check so I don't get in trouble. Have I told you guys that I am now collecting those damned Coke caps? You know the ones where if you get so many you can get something for drinking Coke? We have so many bottles after each show and Disney is partnered with Coke, so I can get lots of caps. Unfortunately, my manager and another co-worker are also collecting the caps, so it's like a race. I've got a few now, but I'm still deliberating on whether or not to do it. I need to check and see what they're actually offering. I'm also thinking about going to Fantasmic! every night to collect the damned caps. Yup...that's about it. I just got out of the shower a little while ago and I still need to blow dry my hair and get in bed to do it all over again tomorrow. So I will leave you all with a good night. G'night guys!

Little boys peeing in bushes, strikes again!

Yet again, as I was covered queue, I had a guest that needed to go to the bathroom as soon as I had my gates open. I apologized and told her that they needed to be open to let Herbie the Lovebug drive through, and she informed me that her little boy needed to go to the bathroom. I apologized again and told her she could go up the stairs and across the mezzanine, which would have taken 2 seconds, and she got angry and started to walk off. As she was walking with her child she stopped, turned and looked at me, then proceeded to unzip her son's pants so he could piss in the damn bushes across from our break room. She stared at me the whole time, and yet again a freaking Backlot Tour Tram was going by as he was whizzing in the foliage. Great parenting skills there lady. And why is it that children hold their crotch when they have to go pee? I swear even little girls do it. It's not like it's holding it back. When guests come up to me, nine times out of ten I can tell if they need a restroom...granted some little boys just kind of cling to that area for some reason apparently unknown even to the men I work with. Honestly, I think it's a guy thing and they're too embarrassed to admit it. Our shows have been pretty busy lately, with over 4,000 people and a couple of idiots out of 15-20 people working the show. Paige and Julie came to my show and I put them in VIP. After the show they talked to me and Paige got to witness me telling the guests 'no' and stuff. She said it was perfect for me, lol. I really do have to tell people 'no' and to not do stuff all the time. But it's cool because I get to yell at them, because safety before courtesy! After work, I ended up going to Epcot to meet Steph so we could get some groceries. Let me tell you...WAL-MART is HELL. It's worse than the ones back home. If you think there's too many foreign people in your Wal-Mart, bring yourself to Kissimmee's Wal-Mart and you will never look at your Wally World the same again. The freaking place never has freaking vegetable soup or anything like that. ...Honestly, I am pretty tired and probably need to get in bed, because I have to work tomorrow. I'll babble at all of you later. G'night!

Truly Truly Truly Outrageous!

Last night we went to Epcot, and Ray got us some VIP passes for Test Track. It's cool because she didn't realize the guy was hitting on her and he gave it to her and told her to call him and stuff. Truly funny. Oh, by the way, today's title comes from lyrics from Jem's theme song, she is truly outrageous. So, I have passes to get me and Steph and Ray into this top secret VIP lounge. We get free beverages and stuff...it's really cool. And it all happened because I sat in a Pontiac and decided I wanted one- jumped out of the car and noticed a sign telling me that I could register for the car and I DID! I hope I win it, it would be awesome. The drawing isn't until January 15th and I'm not that lucky. I may be lucky, but not that lucky...at least not when it comes to money and stuff. I think my face is sun burned from today... I got to wear my clip-on sunglasses that I got from Property Control for like $.27. One of the guys I work with said that they definitely gave me an air of authority, it was sweet. Let's see...what else. I'm still freaking Christmas shopping and getting stuff for my family. I am considering picking up extra hours because I think I want to buy an Xbox360 or I'm thinking about just trying to get some extra moola to pay off one of my credit cards so that I only have 1 left. Decisions decisions. There's some laundry in the dryers that I can't forget about... It's been a pretty full couple of days. Nothing terribly funny or anything worth writing about has happened lately. Every person I go by I sometimes go, "Hey. How's it going?" I've been in a funny mood like that lately. Like just randomly going up to people and talking to them. I'm just like, "Hey, what's up? Having fun? Awesome." and then walking off. It's fun. Fun mainly because people think that I'm just being friendly when in fact I am being a smart ass. I'll need someone to record it sometime, it's pretty funny. It keeps me entertained. Right now, I am really tired, but at the same time, have all this insane energy! It's cool though. I applied for the Professional Internship here...I really hope I get it. I think that I would make an excellent manager and I'm never sure about anything that concerns me. Ugh, I think I am going to go ahead and try to find some extra hours to work. I might do wristbands which means that I'll put wristbands on people for Extra Magic Hours. Yea...lame I know, but hey it's extra money ya know! Eventually, I'll find out about being trained at the Backlot Water Tank, but now I'm worried that I won't be trained there. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but I keep mentioning it to the important people. I'm sure it'll all work out. If it's one thing I've learned so far in my life, it's that everything always works out no matter what happens. 'Kay, enough of the cheesy crap, I'm going to search up some extra working hours! Yay! G'night guys!

OMG I almost forgot!!!

I cannot believe I forgot this story!!! It happened the same time as my other adventures in the pargo and such. And I don't think I've already told you all about it. So, for your enjoyment and pleasure, I bring to you...The Red Ranger Who Dubbed Me the Purple Ranger. Please note that this is a true story:

Standing in the current of people pushing past me to make it to the high octane adventure awaiting them, I hear my voice being called. Lunging forward into the crowd, I ignored the voice, hoping to make it to the watering hole. Nearing the small hut which really isn't a watering hole, but more of a closet with a water cooler in it, I hear the voice become more urgent. Becoming frustrated, I turn towards the source and scream, "WHAT!?" The lanky boy known as 'Special Ed' to the stupid people we work with, stood there awkwardly waving me towards him. Sulking towards him I begin to inquire, rather agitatedly what it was he so desperately needed. Just as the words being to leave my mouth, a small child in a bright red t-shirt catches my eye and prompts me to say, "Oh my God, there's a child in the stroller..." As my co-worker hurries off to keep the savages from parking their death on wheels in the right spot, I kneel down in front of the strangely calm child. He sat in the bright blue stroller, his stuffed fat rat laying limply beside him. The child didn't seem frightened, merely confused. I say to him, "Hey there little guy. What's your name?" He answers by mumbling an unintelligible response. I frown and ask again, getting the same response. I then dub him "Little Guy." He tells me about how he's going as the Red Ranger. I ask which one and he responds, "The-the R-red One...?" I then ask if he means the Red one from various Power Ranger Shows and he answers more affirmatively, "The red one!" Looking to my left, I notice two adults standing nearby. "You his parents?" "Oh no no. We just noticed him and didn't want to leave him alone. We haven't talked to him..." So I look back at the child and then back to the man and woman, "'Kay thanks. I got it from here." "Naw it's okay. We're waiting for our family." Ignoring them, I turn back to the child who is still very calm. I ask him about his stuffed rat and make comments about how the rat must really like to eat. The child smiles and nods. It then occurs to me that I need to do something... The first thing I could think of was, "Hey you wanna help me park strollers? Would that be fun?" Energetically, he nods in excitement. I tell him to put his hands up and sit back so that I could undo his belt and I tell him to pick Emile up, which he promptly does. He sits there a moment as if unsure what to do with his freedom. I then ask him which Ranger I can be since we'll be doing such an important job. He then tells me that I can be the "p-pu..mmmm...Purple Ranger!" I tell him to hang on to his rat and to hold my hand, and we begin to walk off when I notice this large fat man wearing a very bright orange Tennessee shirt with a large T on it. Being blinded by his fat I turn away and notice this lady looking rather agitated. She yells for the child to hurry and I ask the child if they are his parents, to which he nodded. The parents yank the child by the hand and hurry into the show. I walk back over and make sure to memorize the M*R*HY and CA*P*ELL families from Tennessee.
So yea, the freaking losers forgot their kid! There were only three kids in the party and they forgot the smallest one. I was so mad. The kid didn't even look like his dad! Dad was like Santa on crack rehab but had a backslide and now dabbles in donuts too. Dad's hair was black and the kid's was blond (and so is mommy), so obviously mommy was cheating...then again she probably has to because daddy is so fat. Like the dude was obscenely fat, and yet the mom was actually attractive and thin. I don't think the guy has even seen his wedding tackle since he was a kid. That's how fat this bastard was. It makes me so mad that they didn't even seem worried about him and I don't care that they didn't thank me for watching him, but oh my God. So, to all of you parents, don't forget your kid or I will be super pissed at you and try to embarrass you on the Internet. Good night and don't piss me off.

Pargo's are the start to any great adventure...

When we got back after taking lost & found today, it was finally time to leave. Well, as me and the two guys that I've been talking to, plus a couple of more guys I work with, were waiting on the pargo to leave, I realize that there's too many people and I decide to walk. But suddenly, one of the mechanics that works on the cars came out and we all started asking about their pargo. Supposedly, they tinkered with it (they being mechanics and all) and we were certain their pargo was faster than ours. He told us to all hop on and we did. It was the quickest ride to costuming I've ever been on...we made it in like under a minute, it was awesome. He told us that they rigged theirs so that it wouldn't start unless it had the yellow light on. The mechanics are awesome! Then later that night, me and Ray went to Epcot and I showed her the World Showcase and stuff. It was fun. The worst part was that we were late meeting Steph and she thought we had already went home, so Ray and I had to ride the bus. Let me tell you, that that was the most horrific night of my life. Surrounded by a bunch of foreign kids mosh pitting to get onto a damned bus. Seriously, this rude Hispanic boy had been blowing smoke in our face the entire time we were waiting for the bus and when we finally tried getting on the bus he elbowed me and finally I smacked him in the back of the head and threw an elbow in his rib. It was a sea of human debris swarming around a bus door. Like, we would have sooooooo been screwed if zombies were coming. ...Come to think of it, I am totally screwed if zombies come because I am in a tourist town and you can only imagine how many people are here and all the foreigners that could carry the virus from where ever they're from or if they carry it back home! OMG! At least I have my zombie survival guide and a good knowledge of the area. I got to finally see Resident Evil 3 as well. It was okay, but they left it open again. It had Claire Redfield in it and Alice came back kicking some ass. But all in all, it was tolerable and I actually jumped a couple of times. So yay for Zombies and adventure! I can't think of much else to tell you guys now. I'll need to go and adventure some more today. Mainly because I am off work! So, I shall babble at y'all later!

Why me?

Yesterday, a guest hit me in the arm. Not like super hard to where I have a horrible bruise, but enough to piss me off. ...Then again, not enough for me to immediately call security, but enough for several children in my vicinity to learn a couple of new words. I told a manager though, but the lady was already gone by the time they could do anything. She hit me in the arm because she got pissed because I didn't drop everything to help her right then. As I was directing wheelchairs, she comes storming up and blocks them and begins to tell me that someone was squirting mustard on people. I was all like "OMG!" and told her to hold on just a second so I could move the wheelchair parties and she steps in front of me and continues to babble. And I'm trying to tell her I'll call security, but she gets fed up and hits me in the arm and storms off. "Nasty bitch!" is what Inner Kendora was screaming, but I said 'ma'am' instead and blurted out a couple of choice words. People are stupid...but so am I. Today we had three shows and we used the damned fastpasses. For the last show I was merge and on the radio I thought that the coordinator said to send people up the right staircase and at the same time I had this jackass babbling to me about something and this n' that, so I kick the chain down and tell him to just go. So I send about 200 people up house right, because the tunnel to house left looked backed up. Suddenly, I hear my coordinator going, "NO NO! Kendra the wheelchairs! THE WHEEL CHAIRS!" So I freak out and slam my hands down in front of the guests and start screaming at them to go the other way. Somehow, I managed to survive. My favorite part of the day was when I was VIP for the first show and these old people who haven't worked LMA in forever were giving me orders...hahaha, they don't know me. Weeeell, when I was VIP the old man told me to go and seat the chairs on the right mezzanine and I told him no. He got all crotchety with me and I told him no again with a smile on my face and said the coordinator had told me to stay in position (which wasn't a lie because she had said it last night) and I just grinned. I watched the mean old fart floundering and looking like a jackass on the other side. If he had been nice, I wouldn't have minded. But when we were cleaning house after the first show, him and his wife kept telling us all how to pick and sweep. Damn old people, I love 'em but how I wish they'd stay in retirement. Let's see...what else happened today... OH, I hate our freaking bus system. We need a new bus service here. A bus that was from the same company as the one we have provided for us pulled up near us. The dumb bus driver just said, "it's not your bus." He didn't specify and he kept smiling when he said it. The stupid f***er could have told us more clearly that it was a bus for guests and not ours instead of grinning like a moronic idiot. Finally, our real bus came, but still. The drivers are so freaking rude and they don't park where they're supposed to half of the time. I really wish I had brought my car...or that my mom and Steph would let me get a moped or something. They both tell me no because...well they really don't give me reason. I think I would look awesome on a motorcycle or moped. I could be in my own little stunt show, inside my head daily...well at least when I need to go somewhere. Also, I would save on gas and repairs! Parking would be awesome too, because I could park just about anywhere! I would wear a helmet and stuff. Maybe I should go sit outside some place and hold out a can that says, "Kendora's moped fund! Please donate. =)" Think I would get anything? Probably not because people down here suck, lol. Oh well. Maybe I'll buy a bicycle, lol. Well, I think that's all... Tomorrow I'm going to Epcot with Ray (my friend from China) because she's not been yet and I want to see how she feels about the China Pavilion. ...That and I just like going to the parks when I have free time. Okay, g'night guys!
P.S. 'Kay, I have to tell you guys about this and I can't believe I almost forgot. After we had our last show, my manager sent me to the Backlot Tour to greet and stuff. Well, when it was time to leave, I tried taking a shortcut with Claire (one of the Chinese girls) and we cut across this circle where the Backlot tram runs. I thought that the trams were done running and as we were walking past the steamroller from Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, we see a tram coming around the corner. I freak out because we can get in tons of trouble for being on the road when there's a tram coming! So we duck behind the steamroller and wait until the first part of the cab has gone past us (the part that carries the driver and the person spieling), then we shot out from behind it and jumped the railing to get to LMA. It was kind of funny because the guests were looking at us weird. I hope no one was recording, because I don't want to get in trouble for it, lol. Aaaaaand that's it. Oh, by the way, the lady that hit me didn't like punch me or anything, it really wasn't serious. So I am okay. And this is for my mom and sister: I am fine just stressed! I've got a lot going on right now and I'm not mad at you guys and I just want you to know I am busy but thinking of you. NOW...I AM GOING TO BED! G'NIGHT!

Umbrellers, Pooh, and dust bins

So last night, Stephanie and Courtney and Jason and I went to Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party...it was not at all what I expected and hoped for it to be. It was actually pretty crappy. The cast members were rude, they gave you two pieces of candy, there weren't hardly any character sightings and the Headless Horseman walked his horse through Main Street. Seriously, it was not worth the $30 some odd dollars we paid to go. The worst part is, we saw our friend and he tried avoiding us...I had just told him earlier on the phone that we were going. So that was super lame. It was just a crappy night and made me lose faith in people a little more. The fun thing was that we all dressed up. I was a ninja and everyone else was a pirate. Jason actually sort of looked cool as a pirate and he kept calling himself "captain." I wore my "Are you a ninja or a pirate?" shirt because I thought it would be funny. Then today, we took a girl I work with to Magic Kingdom and it rained the whole day. She's Chinese and it was lots of fun. She told us about how in China her mom told her that she was found in a dust bin, so her mom took her home and said she found her sister in another bin later on. We were comparing stories about how in America we are told the stork brings us. She was also the only one smart enough to bring an umbrella, which she kept calling an 'umbreller' and it was the most awesomest thing ever. We also asked about the obsession that many Asian girls seem to have with Winnie the Pooh. It was fun. She had never been to Magic Kingdom so we took her on Pirates, The Haunted Mansion, It's a Small World, and the Peter Pan ride. Before we went to the park, we took her to property control and she thought it was cool. At the end of tonight, she gave us some chicken she cooked in Coca-Cola. It was actually pretty good. All in all, it's been an odd past couple of days. Steph is going to be awesome enough to do laundry tomorrow, I hope. I'll post some pictures of my adventures yesterday and the chicken. Be prepared.
So these are not in order, but the hands with the broom are from Goofy's float at the end of the parade...it cleaned and entertained! The villains were fun.
There was this one float with the skeleton band that proceeded the Villains. They were pretty cool. The guy on the ball was cool too because he had a pumpkin head...literally. We had a ball. lol, okay enough of the bad puns.


Like I said earlier, a lot of this is out of order. The Tick-Tock float was near the beginning of the parade. I don't remember where Pain and Panic were, but they were cool.


On to my favorite part! The Haunted Mansion float! The graveyard groundsman and his dog were there. Of course the dog wasn't emancipated because PETA got mad, lol just kidding. This is the before picture, lol again just kidding...seriously re-ride the mansion and you might get that joke. I couldn't get good pics of the butlers with the shovels, but I managed to get these good pics of the dancing zombies!

The Float was cool too because the three hitchhiking ghosts were hanging out and dancing on it. I totally loved the dancers.

This is the Pirates float, it actually came before the Haunted Mansion one... Barbossa was awesome. He actually came over to talk to Steph and I would have taken a picture, but I didn't want to blind him. He was really cool. Jack in the middle picture and was up on top of the float.

Cruella, thought it would be funny to make a mock karate yell while we posed together. She told one little girl she looked like sushi (the little girl was Ariel). On stage there was a thing with the villains singing and dancing. Afterwards, they came down. Steph was a pirate and I was a ninja with my shirt that says "Are you a ninja or a pirate?" I was the only ninja in my group. Everyone else dressed as pirates. I'll try to get a picture of us all.

Me being a ninja with Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I tried taking another picture of the castle because it looked pretty cool. Instead I got a picture of this dude while trying to take a picture of the freaking castle, thanks guy.

So this is the chicken and it was not going anywhere...but it was actually really good. Yes I was really holding it above my head without the plastic wrap. ...Do the astronauts know about this creation?

Okay, so that's it for today's adventure. G'night guys.

Hey hey hey, I'm what's happening

Today's title is inspired by some lyrics from a Missy Elliot song. Today was craptacular as always. I had one lady come up to me and demand to be put into VIP. I informed her I had no control over VIP and proceeded to open my clipboard to check VIP lists and just look busy in general. As I did this, she peered around my console to look at my name tag and I noticed this and held it out for her to see. I then told her if she really wanted, she could talk to the person at merge. Okay, this all happened after I talked to a VIP tour guide with a party of 9. Apparently the VIP person was with Tracy Laurence, some famous country lady-who I don't know, and so over the radio they mention this. I suddenly panicked because I thought the lady that I had been a smart ass to, was actually someone famous who could get me fired. But it turns out it was all good. Then, after, setting up for the exit of the show, I took all the strollers in the wrong spot and moved them to the other side of the area. I also moved the ECV's and scooters to another side as well. It was awesome...little revenge ya know. I think something else happened, but I can't remember because I've more than likely blocked it out. But people are jerks and the people my age that I work with act like they're still in high school. I swear, the only job I ever had where there was no drama was awkwardly enough, at the Disney Store. Eventually though, all this will pass and I will be a better person and will have honed my ability to be a subtle smart ass. Tonight, Steph had to work from 9am-12:15am. It's insane. I feel like I'm getting the hang of the job though and again my manager, MJ who is super awesome, mentioned to me about the Backlot thing and it was cool. Tomorrow night, I'm still trying to round up a couple of people to go out. I also took a picture of my leg so you guys can see my bruise, lol. I thought it would be funny. Now I will warn you, my legs are very white. I wear pants at work because I don't need any more scars or anything on my legs. Oh yea, for my fellow Kentuckians out there... I had a guest today say to me, "Well I will take it upon myself to inform you, that Kentucky is not the south." I just smiled and quickly walked away from him before I kicked him. I told my roommate Courtney and she said, "Well we don't (the North, she's from Ohio) consider you part of the North." So go freaking figure. Apparently we're in the middle and yet we embody the spirit of the south, but we're on our own. It's kinda lame, if you really think about it. Oh and again, today, I was seating the wheelchairs and called a young lady "ma'am" and suddenly her mom or whatever yelled at me and informs me that the girl has a name- to which I respond, "Well ma'am, I am from a place where we're polite and I was just being polite. So thanks and have a magical day," and then walked off from them before they could continue. It's called being polite and nice, obviously these morons weren't aware of such things...they were probably from the North. Anyway...I think that's all of the pissing off of people I did today. I just finished me some mini-bites mini ravioli and meatballs. They weren't very filling, but it'll do for now. I'm off tomorrow and will probably go run around MGM in the morning before going home and getting snazzy...okay not really, I mean about getting snazzy. I hope it's not rainy tomorrow. It would be crappy, but I guess if it rains, it rains. Crap, I just remembered that we have an inspection tomorrow of our apartment. Go figure, a bunch of 20 year olds need to have their apartments inspected. It's lame, but we have to do it. We have to make our beds and clean the bathroom...and we need to take out the trash and stuff. I drove Steph's car yesterday and it was fun because I didn't have to ride the bus. I'm going to try driving more because I'm getting more comfortable getting around now. I now how to get to Wal-Mart and the parks and stuff like that. I'm actually running out of things to tell you guys- I just wanted to catch you guys up on the stupid little things that happen in my life and hope that it gives you some entertainment. I guess I'll talk to you guys later though. Have a good night.

Apple Cider

We bought a gallon of Apple Cider a couple of days ago and it sort of eases the homesickness that one feels. It reminds me of Huber's Farm, picking your pumpkin, picking apples, and drinking free samples of cider. I remember one time I was drinking it continuously until they had to change the cooler with some more cider, and if any of you know me, I took that as a challenge. I was halfway through this container when Grandma had to pull me away. Needless to say, it was a wonderful drive home. So yea...yay for apple cider. I forgot to tell you guys about what happened to me the other day. I was getting off the pargo (my co-worker who is in high school was driving) and as I was stepping off of it, she hit the gas pedal and knocked me over. I fell really hard on my left leg and thigh and hands. Thankfully, she didn't tell anyone else about it, because it was embarrassing. Well, I've now got this horrible bruise on my lower left leg and a horrible cramp/bruise in my left butt cheek. IT'S HORRIBLE. I feel like I'm going to die every time I have to run up the bleachers at work. I tried rubbing to see it maybe I pulled a muscle back there, but it hurts so much. I thought about asking Steph to look and see if there was a bruise, but that's waaaaaaay too embarrassing. So for now, I suffer a little bit every time I sit down. ...The apple cider helped a little bit. Not much else has been happening. I'm rounding up people to go out with me Thursday night to the Comedy Warehouse. I feel so special, lol. Speaking of which, there are some people I need to call. So for today, I will let you guys go. Hopefully something more entertaining will happen so that I may embarrass myself further for you all. ...Of course, me having terrible muscle pain in my butt is pretty bad too. Later guys!

So far, so good.

Not much has happened since yesterday. I went to Pleasure Island last night and was wearing a hat and the the comedy guy called me 'sir' and then I was totally embarrassed. Steph wanted to go to the second show and the same guy was there, only this time we were in the front row. He said, "Hey guys!" Then proceeded to tell the audience what had happened earlier. I'm so paranoid now that I look like a guy. It happens too often. I think it may be the hats, but when I'm off work, I wear my hair down with a hat. Today it rained as I was leaving and thankfully one of my fellow co-workers gave me a ride home...of course , I was still sopping wet, but I didn't have to stand in the rain waiting for the bus. Still no word on me being trained at the Water tank, but the managers seem to be positive about it, so I dunno. I was pumped when my manager and the coordinator told me I was doing great, I love when I get some form of a compliment, but then again who doesn't? Tonight is some special fireworks for Epcot, but I dunno if I want to go. I might go just to see the fireworks and then ride home with Steph. I better get ready then. I figure it's one of those once in a lifetime moments so I should go see the fireworks, ya know? 'Kay, I'll talk to y'all later! G'night guys!