Monday, September 24, 2012

Disney World

This past weekend was a Disney Vacay (hey hey). It was a fun little trip, but I was stressing really bad. I found an apartment (yay!) but of course I find it the day before Disney, and I can't get all the crud together to pay for it and what not. So I'll hopefully be signing a lease on Wednesday, but that also means I need to move and tell Winston that I'm leaving this week, along with the staggering amount of homework I face each week, on top of getting the apartment ready to move in with meeting the landlord, changing locks, etc. Oh and I'm getting more dental work tomorrow. Aaaand I have a horrible sore throat and am feeling kinda sick. Let's get through this week. Back to Disney...

All of this was weighing on me (as well as last week's homework). I also was straight up seventh wheel. Let me be clear, I don't mind being single at all. But it's kinda hard when everyone is partnered up and doing their own things and I'm left like what am I supposed to do? This happened on Saturday so I decided to third wheel it with mom and Hailey.

Mexico, rockin' the sombreros.

Norway or should I say "Neyorvey!" The braid attached is pretty dang close to my hair color. 

The ride in the golf ball takes a horrible picture of you (see stink face) and then places it on your future self. 

On Sunday we all went to Chef Mickey at 8:30am - we were so freaking tired. Then we get there and the people are like "Family photo!" Mom was so excited, but the rest of us were horrified. Especially since we're watching the CUTEST families every take amazing pictures. And then there was us...

Tired eyes all around. Why do I always have such an awkward hand? 



I wanted to show this to Maigan, but I didn't want to shout across the room so I took a pic with my best Chris Farley face. 

Now you see how unattractive I am all around in Florida. Good stuff. 

Oh! Even more unattractive things about me: On Friday we had eaten at England and then had mini meatballs at the hotel. It's around 8pm and we're about to go to Not So Scary (yes I did trick or treat in September at Magic Kingdom) and I feel so ill. I keep gagging and I can't puke. Then I see some of those mini meatballs on the table and Maigan says "Meatballs. They look just like your future husband's balls." I ran to the bathroom and projectile vomited. I Love You, Man was right it is a real thing. 

So yeah, other than that mi familia (minus me, mom, and Hailey) were super gassy, and way too comfortable with each other with bodily functions. I seriously felt like I was on Honey Boo Boo, except as the camera person horrified by what is going on around me. But I guess I puked...

Ugh, and on my way back I sat next to the most ridiculous guy. I was in first class (super swanky and awesome) wanting to watch a movie, and the guy next to me starts chatting. 

Guy: You gotta tell me, how did you get this upgrade? No offense, but...
Me: My stepdad.
Guy: Oh, okay. 
(douche, like as a young woman I couldn't be successful?) 
Guy: What do you do?
Me: Student.
Guy: Where?
Me: NYU
Guy: Oh law student. 
Me: No, comedy writing and television. (Please note I CRINGE when I tell people this)
Guy: No way. It's funny you mention that. I'm an actor....or was.

He then proceeds to give me all his knowledge about LA which was complete and utter BS. He's thoroughly convinced if he stayed longer he would have made it. He also proceeded to tell me that television isn't in LA (shello only soaps and late night are in NYC). Then he's like "What's your favorite era for film?" I don't have a freaking favorite era. He's like "That's okay, you'll figure it out." So freaking pretentious. Then he tells me how stupid The Avengers was, and how Hollywood is so messed up - which is fine, but then he turns on Battleship on his TV - seriously? I watched The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel and 21 Jump Street. He also was like "I'm gonna go back into acting, I mean look at Gene Hackman, he didn't start acting until his late thirties." He also said that as an actor he hates theater - NO SELF RESPECTING ACTOR HATES THEATER. He's married to a woman in international business who speaks three languages. What does she see in him? Whatever.

Now to face this horribly stressful week. 



1 comment:

  1. You are never a 3rd wheel you are the center of attention - in a good way. You are right what a pretentious "something bad going thru my head". btw found the hair

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