...What's with today, today?

This is the funniest thing I have seen in quite some time. I especially like the bit where Maria sings about her heart beating like the wings of a bird and he flaps his arms and taps out a beat. I sincerely hope the choreographer made him do all this crap and that he is eternally embarrassed by it.

Why is Julie Andrews so damn wonderful?

I have so much to report on and so many pictures to share but I'll put everything behind cuts because I know several of you probably loathe the Disney rambles.

Random points:
1. There are so many caucasian families who have a few kids 10 or over and then adorable little Asian daughters. They just killed me they were so sweet! One day, my Mom says "oh, aren't they precious! I wonder where they get them!" as though the parents found them in a catalogue or something.

2. I swear to God, 1 in every 3 families was from Europe and I had a really hard time not following them around and just listening to them talk.

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Am home and I'm the type of exhausted that one can only be after 10 days of Disney fun in temperatures that reached 110 F.

I'll return after a week of sleep. Actually, it will probably take me that long to upload and make notes on all my photos. Watch out!

*cries bitterly into pillow* Why am I home!?

Am back from a wonderful BBQ at Brian and Candi's and it appears I am now a member of the Sunday night club. I love how my idea of a good night out isn't getting shit faced at some tacky bar but rather sitting around and playing cards with people who are ten to thirty years older than me.

T-minus 3 hours and 30 minutes until departure time! Why am I not sleeping?

See you guys in 10 days!

Leaving for the aiport in 13 and a half hours - we have to be there for 4 am. Whose idea was that?

I'm still not feeling very excited and I think it's because it just doesn't seem real. The only time I really flipped out was when I was shopping at Wal-Mart the other day and thought "I could wear that on Rock'n'Rollercoaster" when I saw an Aerosmith t-shirt and then I realized I really could because I'd be riding it in a few days. I might have squeakd out loud.

I think I'll go take a nap.

I watched Sorceror's Stone and Goblet of Fire and Lord, as much as Hermione kind've drives me nuts in the former, I simply adore her in the latter. She's just so wonderful

The best parts for me were all the wonderful 'ship bits between Ron & Hermione but most especially the equally wonderfully scenes where Hermione expressed her worry for Harry. The hug, the hand hold, the top of the head kiss? My insides were all wibbly.

3 more days till Disney!

Jennifer Lyon is in The Sound of Music! OH MY LORD I AM SO EXCITED! That is the only thing that makes me regret not being back there this summer. Jaysus, that's great. She's not Maria, but I don't care. She could be the Captain and I'd still be excited as all hell.

T-Bag and I spent our entire shift flipping out over HP. We've decided to have a crazy HP day with marathon and themed foods because secretly, we're 8 years old. We also came up with a brilliant idea for part of the new HP land in Universal Studios.

Clearly, they should have a giant quidditch pitch that you could actually somehow play on. I don't care if it was simulated or just rigged or whatever. Point is, I want to be up on a fucking broom in one of those wicked uniforms hitting a bludger or chasing a snitch. But, you know what else they should totally have? A set up kind've like Dark Zone except you'd get to wear robes, and the home bases would be the common rooms and your wand would shoot out red or green lasers (like Dark Zone) depending on what spell you shouted out. Come on! Like you're not shitting yourself in excitement.

We came to the conclusion that until then, we'd just have to buy laser pointers and run around the store with them.

Lastly, here are all the things I'm in need of from Alivan's:
Wand, sweater, robe, tie, staff, snitch. Otay, I think that's everything.

As it turns out, I am completely unprepared for this trip. I have nothing to wear, or at least not enough for 10 days of extreme heat, no good shoes for walking, no bathing suit bottoms, etc.

I suppose I'll have to go shopping after work tomorrow - where has the time gone!? Shit.

I'm also quite pissed that I'll be getting my rag just in time to leave. My quim tends to revolt against tampons and using pads whilst walking for hours on end in heat? Not cool. Oh God, and the sitting every once in awhile? You know when you stand up when it's hot and you're wearing a pad, absolutely everything feels plastered to your arse and you're sure everyone can tell? Bother.

I always feel so dirty when peeling the cellophane off of a cucumber. You practically have to give the bloody thing a hand job to slide it down and off. 'Onestly.

Sidenote: Every single time I put my iPod on shuffle, the little men inside throw out song after song from the Tommy soundtrack. Usually Smash the Mirror. I'm not complaining, but it seems odd.

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I was sitting on the front porch studying for my exam the other day when I heard my mom screaming and running up stairs. At first, I couldn't figure out if she was excited or panicked...

Me: *opens door* What?
Amanda: She yelled "34 years of progress!"
Me: I don't get it.
Amanda: She finally has a garden. Well, more like she grew a tomato but it took her 34 years to get it.

I was screeching about HP to my family and my Mom said that she didn't understand how the books could possibly be interesting and off my incredulous look she continued with "well, aren't they just about magic and stuff?" How did I ever become the person I am today??

I hate how whenever I watch or read HP, I end up saing "Arry Pottah!" in my best Voldemort voice for days afterwards.

Holy Mother of Fuck!!! That's all I currently have to say about Deathly Hallow. I'm on page 387 and the need to go to bed to prepare for a crazy 9 hour shift is in serious jeopardy here.

Am really terrified that I'll fail my exam tomorrow and then owe my parents a shitload of money, because apparently taking correspondence courses is like going to school in America. Not to mention the fact that once again I'll be short a credit to graduate.

Good news is that afterwards, I'm locking myself in my room to read HP from start to finish with the help of a bounty of snacks.

Even better news? At this time next week, I'll be two hours out of the happiest place on earth.

Oh! I finally watched 300 last night and did you know that Xerxes is played by hot Karl with the great arms from Love Actually?! Who knew!?

My twelve hour shift was actually not too bad yesterday. In fact, it went by a lot faster than a lot of my 8 hour shifts and afterwards Bob and I had consumed pizza, watched tv and played Guitar Hero. All in all a good day.

Today Manda, Nanny, Mom and I hit the beach and tried out the new skimmer board. I sucked but there will be pictures so, I think you benefit.

You know, some times I feel guilty for posting such inane crap about my day but then I remember that if I don't, I won't remember this crap and then a year or two from now when I go through my archives, I'll get all pissy at myself and demand to know why I was so damn lazy that I couldn't even type up my day. So suck it, me.

I may be sitting in my high school uniform right now and I may be enjoying the shit out of myself. I was on a huge nostalgia kick to do with all things Rainbow Stage when I opened my hope chest and found my uniform and could not resist putting it on.

First, I just put my infamous sweater on and then I decided I wanted to know how much more ill-fitting my kilt could possibly be. At that point, it was just wrong not to throw my blouse back on (untucked, of course) and I couldn't just stand there without my shoes! Those shoes I wore 360 days a year for six years straight. They're classics. I just don't have knee highs - and you should be thanking God for that because otherwise there probably would have been pictures.

Shit, this thing is comfortable. How badly do I want to be sitting at slumped over one those wonderful wooden desks, picking at my knee high elastics and writing a vaguely disturbing note to inkdot, right now? I really wish I could post some of the videos I have from the SMA days. You'll have to settle for a high school based picspam tomorrow.

The second annual Rogers Staff Party and Sardines Extravaganza was a success. We stuffed our faces, swam, played frisbee, sprawled out in the middle of the road at watched the stars and of course, we played Sardines.

I freaking lost both times! Not by myself, but that's not the point. Plus, Tania hid in Amanda's car by crawling in through the open window so that the interior light wouldn't go on, so obviously everyone who found her had to do the same. I would have loved to stealthily crawl in the window and laugh at everyone else wandering frustratedly around. Bother.

I'm like a bitter 5 year old.

Tomorrow I'm working 9 am - 9 pm and no one else comes in until 6 pm. I go crazy by myself when I'm along for three hours, let alone nine! Ugh. Plus, the really big boss is coming in so I have to make sure the store is perfect and I know all of our finanical details. Honestly.

You Can't Stop the Beat. Great song or greatest song?

I had the greatest day today! It was so freaking hot outside that Amanda, Max, Adrienne and I never left the pool or its immediate vicinity. The most amazing thing happened right before our BBQ dinner too. I walked outside and I could hear some dinky music and at first I thought "whose cell is ringing?" and then it hit me.

IT WAS THE ICE CREAM MAN DRIVING DOWN THE STREET IN HIS TRUCK. I seriously just about shat myself and ran into the house flailing and demanding money. Then I ran (flailing the entire time) next door to pick Max up and we ran back to the end of my driveway. Sadly, the ice cream man was driving criminally slow and we ended up having to wait what seemed like years. Then, just as he was nearing us, I turned and my aunt was running across the lawn, my parents and Nanny were all watching expectantly from the front porch and my uncle was hustling along with the camera.

I realize that for the rest of you, this would be a common experience but where I live? In the country? This shit never happens. Never. It was a big day for me.

Max ended up staying again and after dinner we made Nanny test her Wii age while we filmed it. Good times. Oh, and we also filmed Max singing his new song that goes like this: "I'm a Filipino! You're a Filipino! We're all Filipinos!" It kills me. I have video of it on my phone that I'll have to try and upload.

The icing on the cake was that I took off to see Hairspray by myself and damned if it was all sorts of fabulous! Lord knows I can never express my love of a movie properly so my only two comments are:
1) Travolta and Pfeiffer totally made me want to have a Grease marathon.
2) Every time Allison Janney yelled, I heard Loretta from Drop Dead Gorgeous in my head and I'd have a good chuckle. The bit where she sprinkles Penny with the holy water? I nearly peed.