One Short Day, in the Magical Kingdom

I didn't sleep last night. At all. Don't be alarmed, this is normal for me. I'm a class A insomniac (to which Teddy feels sorry for me, but I told him Remers, a term I coined for people on a regular sleep schedule in my fantasy IA: Insomniacs Anoymous) and I'm up to late hours of the nig- well, technically, morning and that's if I go to bed at all. But by the time I got done with my last blog entry last night, there had been no point in sleeping considering I had a meeting at 645...AM! today. It went on for six hours.

While at the meeting, I sat with two gents that were very...business like and cold. I tried to lighten the mood by putting on my British persona, Liam Stewart, to open up a door for conversation; a pathetic way of going about it but oh well. They weren't havin' it. It's weird, ever since I've arrived...the only way I can explain it...is that, it's as if I were just being born, as an adult; as if I've completely forgoten to interact with, you know, the human race. Anywhoser...

The meeting's over and we are now free to roam about the parks. Since Amanda and Teddy had the meeting later on in the day, I didn't know what to do with myself. I wanted to go to a park of course, but I didn't necessarily want to go alone. I was holding out for the people at the meeting to be kewl kids... c'est la vie. I went home and tried to cook an egg. YES, I know how to fry an egg. But I forgot to pick up butter and/r Pam so I used a little bit of water to try to loosen the bottom of the pan a little. The result was like a log of egg whites with the yolk, amazingly still intact, inside. It was interesting to say the least. Then I decided I would go to a park. I needed to learn how to be alone, like Liz talks about in EAT PRAY LOVE. Plus, I needed to practice being a young person at Disney. I needed to try and learn how to loosen up a little. But, techincally I didn't go alone. I took my Bullseye, from TOy STORY 2, watch. I have a affinity for character watches. It's so bad that Teddy and Amanda noticed my habit yesterday after knowing me for a matter of hours. I got some serious issues apperantly. But...hey, I collect them. I don't really collect anything else, except for shot glasses; a random choice because I felt like I needed to collect something. But in my opinion, character watches totally trump shot glasses.

There's something oddly refreshing about going to an amusement park by yourself. I had been to Magic Kingdom before, I picked it because I want to experience new things with my new friends. Plus, I had unfinished business in that park. Such as the kick ass Space Mountain, seeing my favorite thing in the whole park, Mickey's Philharmagic, three more times, and some other rides. I decided I'd make it a date night with me and Bullseye. We went on several adventures together, of which a full album of mishaps are available on Facebook, and I slapped on my British persona on. It was however extremely tortuous to experience the wofting of the intoxicating scents of the delecatable treats...EVERYWHERE! I was wildly hungry, but I decided not to spend money when I had such a feast waiting at home...not!

Anyways, I'm somewhat glad I didn't go with people because it gave me an oppertunity to observe the human race, which is good since I apperntly suck at joining it. Anyways, while waiting for a ride to let me on, I stood between an Italian father and his daughter and the classic Amerian family on the otherside. The ride was broken for a few minutes, so the Italian (I know because I can recognize the language now...yay!) father playfulls interacts with his delightfully bright and bubbly daughter. Heartwarming, right? Until you have Jeff Foxworthy's more sophisticated cousin from the north semi-shouting in your ear to his family about how the ride is taking forever. His children backed him up and started bickering as children do. He says he'll leave if it doesn't open in five minutes. Ten minutes later he stands there. His wife states how it's probably not even any good. Also, aperantly they were signifcantly put off by the sound of maracas. One minute later the doors open. Once I'm in, an older lady yells at me to get out of the way if I'm just going to stand there. I forgot how...diverse the human race could be.

So I return home, I figure I should probably familiarize myself with my bus system for tomorrow so I do that. That's what I do with my evenings. Ride the Bus. I'm pretty much the wildest kid I know. But hey, we're working on it...Bullseye and me.