Let us begin with some pictures of the apartment. Whee!
That my friends is the sticker on the back of the front door that was discussed earlier. Engage that deadbolt! Now!
The view from the balcony! Yay balcony! Yay Disney for not thinking we're all suicidal and blocking them off!
My bedroom. Whoo! Try and guess which bed is mine...not that it's hard or anything.
A sign about "costumes" outside the commons area. The sparknotes on what they're really saying on the sign: return your "costumes" or we will punch your face off and eat your soul and then fine you eighty gazillion dollars.
Okay. Now. I had every intention of posting more pictures, but I got impatient. The internet here sucks. So I'll just post two-ish (I don't know what that means exactly, but I'll figure it out) pictures per post ("p" cubed if you will) until I run out of pictures. The end.
Earlier this week, I was finally able to work a shift where people actually acknowledged my existence and wanted to take the time to talk to me. Go figure! The first person that did this was a retired man named Jim. They're originally from Ohio, and are some of the "snow birds" that come down to Florida in the winter to work at Disney as seasonal employees and reap the serious benefits/discounts that come from spreading that Disney "magic" to the guests. Anyway, the day after talking to Jim, I had to train with his wife Sally. This day was simply amazing. Why? Because they are the cutest old couple I have ever seen. The way Jim was making sure her soup was warm enough and the fact that Sally would make sure that he wasn't getting into too much trouble at work was just too cute. You could just tell that they loved each other so much. And that whole love thing being expressed is a hard thing to wrap my head around sometimes with my family and all. But what I'm trying to say by giving this example, is that when I'm old and gray, I want someone there by my side that still loves me for me. I want what they have. But I think most of us do anyway.
Enough with the warm fuzzy stuff. I like it and all, but if I think about it too much, then I just get a little sad inside since I kinda miss this one guy back in Colorado, and by kinda I mean A LOT.
Onto the title of my blog. I've recently realized that "new car smell" makes me feel nauseated. Maybe it's because I'm just not used to it and it isn't as appealing as it sounds, or maybe it's the fact that psychologically it makes me sick that there are so many kids with these super expensive cars driving around here, and I don't have any car to my name. So it might be jealous nausea (She's green in the face! Look out! She's going to blow!). I tried to think of something more clever to call it, but - fail.
And now it's time for lack of a good transition time! Score! I went to my first parade in Disney World yesterday. It was pretty epic. I got harassed by one of Cinderella's step-sisters (She called me selfish because I told her that the bag full of presents wasn't for her. Sound familiar?) and actually took pictures, but if any of you can remember what you read about two minutes ago, you realize that I am incredibly impatient tonight, so you can wait for pictures. The end. Also during this adventure Morgan and I rode the train around the Magic Kingdom. It was really great when you see the fake deer that they put up around the track, go through a tunnel, look to your right, and realize that there are REAL deer hanging out. They almost leaped onto the train. Almost. And I wish I was joking about this fact. Because it was a little terrifying.
But before I forget, there is something I need to share with you. You see it is something that I was dreading, yet expecting to happen since I was in forth grade. You see...*sigh* I was the victim of a fly-by pooping today. GROSS! But true. Luckily it only grazed my arm, and Sara and myself were able to run into the Ghirardelli store so I could grab a napkin, wipe my arm off, and then practically douse it in hand sanitizer. I'm pretty sure the man that was giving away free samples thought we were crazy. But whatever. He'd be pretty frantic too if he had fallen victim to a fly-by pooping.
Anyway. Tomorrow I'm going to ship off the first batch of packages and then head back to that work thing(woo). I intended to mail them off today, but making a lightsaber - TO MAIL HOME took a lot longer than expected. Lightsabers are a lot harder to make than one would think! How do you make a Lightsaber you ask? Well, now that's just one part of the Disney "magic" you'll have to experience for yourself.
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