I gave myself little recovery time between finishing school and heading to the happiest place on Earth. It was a great week, there didn't seem to be too many people there so we got to do all our favorites lots of times. tower of terror 10x. And the aerosmith coaster 5 1/2 x. Yes, that's right. For those that haven't ridden this ride (I do pity you, it is the best. ever.), it is in the dark and you start by blasting off to 60mph in like 3 seconds. Well, on our third time to ride, it blasts off as is normal but then we enter a not dark, but fully lit room. Cool, but not normal. When we get to the very top, we stopped. After 5-10 minutes 2 workers show up, tell us to get out (not to the left, or i would have plummeted to my death), and walk down about 4 flights of stairs to the bottom. Not my worst nightmare, but close. Disney was kind enough to give us a fast pass so that we could risk our lives and ride it again. Just kidding, I trust Disney. Did you know no one has ever died on disney property? They haul you off to a hospital and pronounce you dead there. Disturbing and so not surprising. Death and Disney do not go together.
Another priceless moment. One day, I passed a cute little family. Little girl, probably about 6-7 in a stroller wearing a tinkerbell costume, dad pushing the stroller, and mom following behind. Out of nowhere, the girl looks at me and screams (seriously screamed, it was frightening) WAR EAGLE!! Took me a second to realize I had on an Auburn shirt, look up to see the dad had on an Auburn hat, and after a few seconds of shock I was able to return a war eagle. This girl has been trained oh so well.
Also, the morning we left, I went and took my trash out at my apartment. On the way back, I went a different way then I usually do and took a lap around the pool to see how it looked. (Awesome by the way, I will be spending some quality time there this summer.) Well, I get back to my apartment and while I've been gone a newspaper has shown up in front of my door, and I've gotten a second monthly newsletter from my apartment. I had already gotten mine when I left earlier, so they had put a new one by my door in the time that I had been gone. I try to open my door and the key will not budge. I had forgotten to lock my apartment the night before, so my logic is that someone was and still is in my apartment and put the privacy lock on so I can't get in. After about a minute of freaking out with the key and lock, I look up and I'm at apartment 623 and not 723. EFF! So I run. It all made much more sense as I was headed back to my building. Also didn't notice that my wreath had magically disappeared... I'm so smart.
So, its summer time. I've got lots of goals for these next few months. I'm going to be productive and accomplish them all.
