Disney: a Place to Discover, Have Fun, and Take a Trip...Or a Million Trips

Today, I shall refer to as the day full of trips. I was falling over myself constantly and I stumbled upon myself about seventy times. I was constantly losing my balance, and often times falling right on my face. Seriously, I would be walking and, in front of the entire world, slip and fall straight on my ass. I'm not embrassased ever, just annoyed after a while. I mean, I know I'm the clumsiest person around and I accept that responsibility. But it's a hard burden to bare. I'm such a Bella (Ah, Lord strike me dead for a Twilight reference...)!

So today was an early start, which I will start again tomorrow same time, bright and early at 630AM. I got on the bus and turned on my Zune. This zune has become my best friend. I feel rather awful bleeding him dry by the end of everyday but what else is there to do with hour long bus drives to the places you need to get to when you're not a woman with a purse or a man with a...satchel (Hey...Indiana Jones has one)?

So I walk around the park that I work at, Hollywood Studios. We do this for about four or five hours this morning. It was interesing at point and learned of intriguing facts about the parks. But, more importantly, the smells of all the food! Un-freakin-bearable! I simply cannot get over how great this place smells everywhere you go! And not having any money to do anything. When the training was over and we went home, I hit the food cabinet. I ate like a bit of everything I had; the chips, dipped in a tons of sour creme, crackers dived into the tub of cream cheese over and over, and all while I grazed on turkey. I felt terrible about eating so much. I'm trying to maintain some trace of a healthy diet while down her, but there was that voice again. "Aaron, don't worry. Eat what you want. Your healthy. Eat what you want. This is your time away, this is your vacation from who you were, the boy who wouldn't dare to eat anything over 600 hundred calories. Eat what you want. You haven't even eaten all day...Eat what you want (the voices sound is always so calming and reassuring and seems logical). God do I love that voice.

I had suggested loose and vague plans with Amanda to do something once I got off work. Eventually it was decided she was going to go to Epcot, along with a few of her roomates. Teddy was supposed to join, but last time I saw him getting off the bus he was off with some girl going to her place so I was a tad skeptical. Also, I found myself wanting to have some alone time; even though that was the exact thing I had been bitching about for the last however many days (It's friday already?!). But, deep down, it's not what I really wanted. What I really was doing was just being lazy and probably allowing a way for me to feel pity on myself, I realized. So i decided that I should and will go. Amanda later informs me that all of her roomates are going, and Teddy texts me on my way there to say he is also on his way.

So I go, and I of course have a great time. Epcot is one of the, if not THE, kewlest theme parks at Disney. Whether it was going on the awesome rides or traveling down the world street, where I found so much panda parafanalia my heart stopped several times, it was incredibly delightful. I got along real well, I thought, with Amanda's roomates and, with Amanda and Teddy there, it was kind of easy flowing. The smells. So tempting! So many times while in the China portion, I wanted to stop and get Chinese food. Oddly, even the scent of coffee made me hungry. All I wanted to do was go home as fast as I could an tear into that roll of sugar cookie dough (and boy did I!). There was one point in which Lisa, one of Amanda's roomates who is wonderfully tall, and I suffered agonizing torture as we walked by a funnel cake stand. At least we had each other for emotional support.

I also tried speaking Spanish with Amanda's Puerto Rican roomate, who's name doesn't come to mind. I have an idea of what it could be, but I'm not entirely sure. I have found that I suck at names. I guess that also qualifies me for sucking at facial recognition. You learn something new everyday, and today I learned I suck at Spanish. I wasn't completely ignorant of the language's way and some of the vocab. I remebered little and was able to slightly work with what I knew. But she needed help practicing her English anyways so it was a plus for the both of us. Anyways, it was lot's of fun. But that doesn't mean I wasn't tripping the whole time; because believe me, I was.