A house is not a home

One thing that has been tough and weird is moving away from a home. There is a huge gigan-TOR difference between a house and a home (I know I live in an apartment but just go with me k?). Yeah, a house is somewhere you go at the end of the day, someplace your stuff is, where your mail is sent, but a home is so much more. When you have a home you feel safe and comforted knowing you are cared about. It contains people who (for the most part) just let you be. It'll sound very Peter Preisthood but, there is a feeling of love in a home. You can always tell when you are in a home because that power totally freakin' eminates from every nook and cranny.

Tonight I got to hang out with my aunt, uncle, and two little cousins at their home. I mean, my apartment is snail-speed growing to feel home-ish, but it was nice to be in a real home. It was good to be with a family. Even though it wasn't my immediate family it was nice to be with the traditional idea of a family. Parents, kids, their cousin, and his friend. It was delightful.

P.S. The President of the LDS church died today? What is with all the death lately. I'm not meaning to be sacreligous, but Heath went and now Pres. Hinkley? What is the world coming too?

As The W.D.World Turns

So today I believe I have hit a turning point. What I mean is that I have been with the orange bastard six times now, and I can't say I have had a whole lot of fun...until today. I had a fun day at boat dock, who'd've thought that'd be possible in this dimension? In other dimensions maybe but this one? Come on. But I am fo shiz, up the spout. I owe this fun day to three certain people. Victor, the elderly gentleman who chills with Eeyore, Nigeria, the hephalump obsessed friend of Piglet's and, the piez de risistance, Jessica, the N. Carolina "college" grad who held out a friendly hand. They be crazy but so cool. I made some friends today. Yeah, I kinda sound like a loser when I say it like that but you know what. It was a good day and I don't care!

Silly Pooh Bear, Drama's for kids

Hey halla hey kids. Just got done working with Tigga at the Magic Kingdom. We met with some kids in a little place called Pooh's Playground. Magical...only not one bit. It's almost like a freakin' Dementor swooped down and sucked all the happiness out of the place. Our breakroom was the elephant graveyard to my no-so Simbalike adventurous spirt. Pooh's friend was a lez, and clearly felt free to talk about it. Tigger's other helper was one of the most flaming men I've ever met. Oh yeah, and there are best friends. Definite bitchfest. Then there is Alice who is ready to leave WDW because he bow wasn't in the right place on her head. D-R-A-M-A!

Oh and it was humid as hell. Ever been in that? It's like trapping yourself in a sauna and turing it to 11. P.S. it's January and i'm already melting? I need to abandon my furry friend before summer or I will literally fall over dead. Also if I never have to meet up with Tigga at Pooh's Playground I will consider myself a very lucky man!

The wonderful thing about Tiggers?

Have you ever had a friend that completely and utterly exhausts you? Someone who whenever you hang out with them, your life force is completely sapped? I made such a friend in the recent...present. His name is Tigger. He is crazy out of control. But I'm am quite literally getting paid to hang out with him so it's not really like I can just ditch him. Maybe after chilling with him a few times I'll get more used to all the enegy it takes to be around him. Someday.

I, yi, yi, yi

Yesterday I finished training and now am full fledged character peformer. I'll just say this last week has not been easy on my mental and emotional state. I say that alot but it is true. I hate feeling like I suck at my job more than anything. I wanted to leave that in Utah with the nameless grocery store. That feeling attacks my conciounce and makes me think I suck at everything, not just my job, so it becomes i honestly SUCK. I am a sucky-suck person.

So I didn't my self-remedy to this illness. I didn't think about it. Nope, I threw myself into the latest Grey's and completely forgot that I suck and I have to get better. Once done with Grey's my neighbors pulled me into a rousing game of Curses and I nearly peed my pants by the end of the night (from laughing of course). When I got home I did a little self analyzing and realized that I don't suck. I'll pull myself together and do this. This job, this life, everything. It's what I came to do and by gum I shall do it.

Tantalizing Tuesday

Besides waking up to gardner standing in my window (I've now decided to call people I don't know by their job title), Tuesday was not so rotten. After shutting my blinds to the eyes of gardeners (yes, plural) I went to fill out my official work papers. P.S. I am now officially a Disney Cast member. AnywayS, me, Ness, Alysse and Andie decided to go to the Yacht and Beach club resort. Unsuspectedly, we literally missed every bus that took us there. We were waiting for Busman. So after about an hour we kinda got our act together and go on a bus but the wrong bus. Nearly took us 3 hours to get to the freakin' place.

Anywho, we got there and I pulled a Troy Bulton. Slid, snatched some sand, stood and tossed it. However, the day could not have happened if a certain roommate of mine hadn't met my cousin Andwea. On the many bus rides, we created a song for him as a means of confessing his love for her. And it goes a little something like this....



So on the way home, we had the opportunity to meet an out and proud Cajun. I learned that you can only call people Cajun if they are from Southwest Louisiana. Thanks bud, I'll store that away in useless crap I know. I also met some UVSC-anites. They were pretty cool and equally wow-ed by Cajun's somewhat useless knowledge of the LDS chuch. Full day. Some might even say tantalizing? Perhaps?

Tomrrow. Like Harmon's and Tevye, Disney has 'Traditions.' Yippie Ki-ay.

Manic Monday

And so the carnage continues. K so no actual blood has been spilt but it's been a freakin' horror movie on my mental and emotional state. Despite Florida being the self proclaimed 'Sunshine State', I gotta say that life could use some serious UV rays. Today, I almost got evicted from the 'Wellness' building, which half the building is not well at all. Met my two RM roomates, who have decided to call me 'primi' as I have not gone on a mission. For those who know me you'll know I was PISSED. Next up I-9 forms. I can taste the joy now.

Total Recall

So my pops brought up an interesting point. Yesterday, I freakin' moved across the country and on my "daily" blog I announce my new guilty pleasure? So after he ended his Grey's 'Seriously' rant, revelation was bestowed upon me.

Moving is surreal.

I mean, when the weather goes from fourteen degree blizzard to eighty it's a little trippy. I still am not quite sure I am going to live here. Is that seriously even possible in the real world? I'm staying at Vanessa Loring-like aunt's house in FLORIDA. Seriously?

Here's the word, humming bird.

So yesterday I wake at some God-forsaken hour, being that I have to be at the airport by like nine-thirty. I don't think it was registering in my head I was moving away. If it had been, I would've wanted to take a pic of my room. Cause now I freaking have to share.
AnywayS, we get to the airport to find out our flight has been delayed for two hours. I was like, 'hello bitches! I could've actually done some of that sleeping thing I like to do." And three hours later we were on the plane and on our merry freakin' way. Besides the creepy guy adjacent to me who kept looking back at me with the David Blaine face, the flights were somewhat peaceful.

Once we got to the pristine residence my aunt abides in, my lil' cousin Ledger conned me into playing his WII. K, you'd think video games would be fun and relaxing right? Well, you are wrong too. We had to play Sonic and Mario Go To the Olympic Games. The first event? The hundred meter dash, which involves shaking the controler violently to make your damn character run. I literally got cramps in my arms sitting on my butt. It seems unlikely but my biceps still ache.

Today was perfectly lovely. We woke up late and chilled at the home-front till about four, then went to this restaurant called Bahama Breeze. Basically the love child of Chili's and a juice bar. Next, onto the Polynesian (that was completely spelled incorrectly but but who gives a rat's wrong end right?) resort. I got some sand on me which made me panic slightly but I got over it. Then on a boat that took us to the Magic Kingdom entrance and we rode the monorail back. I love that means of tranportation when you aren't fighting a thousand people at midnight to get on it. Last, Downtown Disney and back to the my aunt's casa. At home we played a rousing game of Disney Scene it. You sensing a pattern? Disney? As in, my soul has been sold to. Yeah, good to know that starting tomorrow, I'm Mickey Mouse's bitch. But hey, Mickey is gentle right? I should prob talk to Minnie.

Guilty Pleasure

Hey kids. Listen up! I have found my 2008 guilty pleasure. It's a CW show by the name of Gossip Girl. It is wonderfully salacious and catty. Rich people getting totally wasted and wanting to kill each other? That makes for some great TV!