Hello, My Name Is...Disney Demands You Give Up Christmas
So, it's time for an update. This Summer has been really interesting. It's been a collection of really hard decisions.
My most recent one was a job decision. I was made offer to become a Disney character performer, which is exactly what it sounds like. I was really excited and was going to take it...but I couldn't. In accepting the job, I'd be giving up Niceville almost entirely because of the crazy schedule. No Christmas, no attending Kyra's and Troy's wedding. No more summer Niceville trips. That, and other commitments I would have to miss out on, kept me from accepting the job. I'm sticking with water slides at Typhoon Lagoon.
I'm still enjoying that job. I'm getting as tan as my pure Caucasian self can manage. I'm becoming more cultured, able to recognize foreigners from far off. If they're pale or extremely sun burnt, they're English. If they are fake blond and really angry when you ask them to take off their sunglasses, they're rich Americans.
But anyway, I'm about to leave for Vegas on Monday. That's going to be a blast.
... I thought I had more to update. Guess not.
~UPDATE~
I feel like now I DO have more to say. I was reading back on my previous journal entries and realizing that I was keeping you all appraised of state of being, whereas my more current entries have been like schedule logs.
So, how am I doing? Well, everybody, I'm doing just fine. Seeing as I have an impressive arsenal of histrionic tendencies, I manage to freak out. And if I freak out while I'm close to my laptop, it could very well end up in a blog.
This week has been a little harder than most. I haven't really seen much of my friends. Kristy and Alex have been working all week. John and Lindsay have been working or romancing all week. But I have gotten to hang out with Pat some; we've been working through the Harry Potter movies.
But other than that, I've been closed into my minimum interaction mode. That's when I start to go a little insane. I really am a "quality time" sort of person, ya know? It's not enough to just know my friends exist. I want to see them, talk to them, catch up with their lives, stare into their eyes for uncomfortably long periods of time, and so on and so forth.
The thought of losing my trips to Niceville from my job proposal has kind of put Niceville back in my mind. I miss everybody so much! I miss small out-of-the-way things. I simply love that Niceville has to scrimp and save to get one fireworks show a year. And everybody gathers around the bay with lawn chairs, hot dogs, and sparklers. And a few lucky families can float out on a boat right under the fireworks display. I don't know what I'm doing for the 4th. I won't be with my family! Or my life group! I may be at Disney, where they'll have a magically manufactured fireworks show that I'm sure'll be dazzling...but not the same.
I like writing. I wish I did it more often. I'm getting rusty.
My most recent one was a job decision. I was made offer to become a Disney character performer, which is exactly what it sounds like. I was really excited and was going to take it...but I couldn't. In accepting the job, I'd be giving up Niceville almost entirely because of the crazy schedule. No Christmas, no attending Kyra's and Troy's wedding. No more summer Niceville trips. That, and other commitments I would have to miss out on, kept me from accepting the job. I'm sticking with water slides at Typhoon Lagoon.
I'm still enjoying that job. I'm getting as tan as my pure Caucasian self can manage. I'm becoming more cultured, able to recognize foreigners from far off. If they're pale or extremely sun burnt, they're English. If they are fake blond and really angry when you ask them to take off their sunglasses, they're rich Americans.
But anyway, I'm about to leave for Vegas on Monday. That's going to be a blast.
... I thought I had more to update. Guess not.
~UPDATE~
I feel like now I DO have more to say. I was reading back on my previous journal entries and realizing that I was keeping you all appraised of state of being, whereas my more current entries have been like schedule logs.
So, how am I doing? Well, everybody, I'm doing just fine. Seeing as I have an impressive arsenal of histrionic tendencies, I manage to freak out. And if I freak out while I'm close to my laptop, it could very well end up in a blog.
This week has been a little harder than most. I haven't really seen much of my friends. Kristy and Alex have been working all week. John and Lindsay have been working or romancing all week. But I have gotten to hang out with Pat some; we've been working through the Harry Potter movies.
But other than that, I've been closed into my minimum interaction mode. That's when I start to go a little insane. I really am a "quality time" sort of person, ya know? It's not enough to just know my friends exist. I want to see them, talk to them, catch up with their lives, stare into their eyes for uncomfortably long periods of time, and so on and so forth.
The thought of losing my trips to Niceville from my job proposal has kind of put Niceville back in my mind. I miss everybody so much! I miss small out-of-the-way things. I simply love that Niceville has to scrimp and save to get one fireworks show a year. And everybody gathers around the bay with lawn chairs, hot dogs, and sparklers. And a few lucky families can float out on a boat right under the fireworks display. I don't know what I'm doing for the 4th. I won't be with my family! Or my life group! I may be at Disney, where they'll have a magically manufactured fireworks show that I'm sure'll be dazzling...but not the same.
I like writing. I wish I did it more often. I'm getting rusty.