Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Quotes from last night

Question I got a lot last night: "Excuse me, what time does the 9 o'clock parade start?"

At the teacups, mother to daughter: "Honey, stop spinning that teacup right now!"

A family of sweet southern people: "Excuse me honey, where can we find some barbecued ribs? We all want ribs real bad."

A little boy: "Mommy! Look! Bubbles!"
His mom to me: "This is the most excited he's been all day."

Man to his daughter: "Come on, Princess! Let's go find Dumbo."

An older man: "What's that tree?"
Me: "It's the Hundred Acre woods!"
Older man: "Oh...that would make sense, seeing as we're outside Winnie the Pooh."

Me: "Come on, folks! Please keep moving in as far as you can! As far as you can! Make friends with the people next to you! It's a minute and 30 seconds until the next ride! Shortest wait you'll have all day! Please keep moving all the way down! All the way down, thank you! Hey buddy, can I get a high five? What a beautiful dress, Princess! Folks, keep moving all the way down, thank you!"

In other news:
A couple tried to sneak a baby in a backpack onto Space Mountain.
I passed my assessment on Sunday!
Had a lovely chat with an English family.
Yesterday, I got paid to blow bubbles, watch fireworks, and give high-fives to little kids.

Monday, August 23, 2010

House of Blues, Experience 1

Last night, on Sunday, I went out with two of my roommates to House of Blues for the first time! We took the bus there, and wandered around Downtown Disney until we found the club.

We went through a separate cast member entrance, and got free admission! Metal detectors were scanned, IDs were checked, and a good time was had by all while in line.

The lady checking my ID freaked out about my license. "Look! Montana has holograms! Of bears! That's so cool!!"

We got inside, where we were told "Ladies drink free till midnight!"

YES!

We got a red cup, and headed over to one of the 4 bars in there. We both got Sex on the Beach. I had never had one before, and it was delicious.

I was looking for a place to stash my coat and purse, and asked a handsome guy named Ryan working where I should put it. He was nice enough to say he'd watch it for me, and put it behind his bar. He was incredibly nice.

My roommate and I finished one drink, and I got some water. We started dancing, and then got another drink, a sour apple martini.

A tall guy with a great smile walked up to me and goes "Why isn't a pretty girl like you dancing?"
I smiled and shrugged, "No one's asked me."
"Well then, would you like to dance?"
"I'd love to, thanks."
We started dancing, and it was fun. Not the best, but not the worst. No jackhammer hips, but no spinning or anything. After a few songs, he started to smell like sweat. A lot of sweat. The song ended, and I thanked him for the dance. He asked me for my number. I gave it to him.

My roommate and I started dancing again, but there were really old men popping up in our corner of the dance floor. We left the floor, only to run into some guys from Puerto Rico,and then some guys from Russia.

One guy from Russia kissed my hand!

Another guy in their group kissed my cheek. We started talking, and then he said very seriously "Anna, I have something to tell you."
"Um, okay."
"I just took E."
"Oh...um. I hope nothing bad happens."
"And you're really, really, really, really, really attractive."
"See you later."

I walked away, to dance again with my roommate.
I saw a guy with a smile that lit up his whole face.
I asked him "Do you like to dance?"
"I love to dance."
"Would you like to dance with me?"
"I'd love to."

So we started dancing. A few songs later, the ever-classic 'kiss my hair, then kiss the side of my face, then actually kiss me' happened.
It was nice.
Then, the 22 year-old from Brazil started biting my lips with every kiss.

It's like he was mauling me.

I tried to remedy the situation by closing my mouth, but it was no use.

He then said "Hey, I work in a hotel, and I have a suite tonight. Want to come back with me?"
"No thanks."
"Come on! It'll be fun!"
"No, I have to work tomorrow."
"So do I."
"How would I get home?"
"I'll give you a ride. I have a car!"
"....Oh."
"Where do you live?"
"Honestly? I have no idea."
"How do you not know where you live?"
"...Cause I take the bus everywhere."
"Do you have an address? I have GPS."
"Not on me."
"I'm sure we can figure something out."
"Good lord, you're persistent. I said no."
"Come on. You know you want to!"
"No. I'm going to head home."
"Can I have a goodnight kiss?"
"Sure."
I let him bite my lips one last time, and walked away.

I got my purse and my coat from Ryan, and he asked "Did you have a good time?"
"I did, thanks. Thank you so much for watching my stuff, I really appreciate it."
"Hey, no problem. I'd love to see you again. Are you going to come back?"
"Yeah, I am. I'll see you soon."

We smiled at each other, and my roommate and I went to catch the bus.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Ballroom Belle!

I met Belle for the first time in Toontown. When I saw her, I squealed  with happiness and started skipping to the end of the line.

When she hugged me for the first time, I started crying.


Saturday, August 21, 2010

First time at CityWalk, or how I met my third Englishman named Richard

Or, how I became an international magnet.

I went out with two of my roommates last night for the first time! We decided to go to the Groove, which is a club at Universal Studios CityWalk. We met 2 really tall guys from Iceland on the moving sidewalk.

It said it opened at 9, so we got there at 10. They told us to come back at 11...because it was TEEN NIGHT! I wish Montana had clubs and teen night. So we walked around and came back at 11, only to see herds of teenagers being shepherded out of the club. They told us to wait until 11:15, because they had to clean. We stood in line and waited, when a tall guy came up to us. He was incredibly talkative, and hitting on my engaged roommate. We eventually shook him off, and got in line to get in the club.

We walked in, and I saw an actual club for the first time. Separate rooms, 5 bars, a huge dance floor, a raised dais for the DJ, roped off rooms for VIPs, female bartenders in slutty dresses and heels, colored lights everywhere, and official security guards everywhere you looked.

I bought a gin and tonic. It was $6.50. Gin and tonic should not cost $6.50. I'm used to $2.75. Blasphemous drink prices.

My roommates and I started dancing. I met a guy named Wink. Seriously. He went to say hi to a friend, and I wandered off to find a bathroom. The guys from Iceland gave me a drink, but I was wary, so I went back to one of the bars. I gave it to a male bartender. "What's wrong?" "A guy gave it to me, and I didn't see anyone make it." "Oh, good call. What can I get you?" "Some water, please." "Of course." He got me water, and a guy behind me said "Hello, love." I turned around, and there was a group of 6 British men from London. I met them all, and one named Richard.

Seriously? Is every 20-something handsome man from the UK named Richard? This is the fourth in 3 months!

Richard , the 25 year old banker from London with brown hair, asked me to dance. Of course, I said yes. He held my hand as we went to the dance floor, and we started dancing. It was awesome. He kept spinning me around, and holding me really close, song after song.

We kept dancing, and then he did the thing that almost every guy has done. He kissed my shoulder, then my neck, then he actually kissed me! We kept kissing and dancing, and it was delightful. We ended up walking off the dance floor, and kept kissing. We then heard a man yell "YEAH! GET SOME! WHOOO!" I turned around, and there was a fat old man right there.

Ick.

Richard and I just walked away, back onto the dance floor. We kept dancing and kissing, but he was looking for his friends. He told me that he was having a guys night out with them, and that he should go hang out with them. He then kissed me one last time, and walked away, leaving me in the middle of the crowded dance floor alone.

A guy walked up to me. "Hey beautiful" he said, leering at me. "How bout a dance?"
"No thanks", I said as I walked away to find my roommates.

An incredibly tall man stopped me. "You're not old enough to be here."
"Excuse me?"
"You don't look a day over 16. You need to leave."
"Are you security?"
"No."
"Fuck you."
I walked away and found my roommates.

Twice, a guy was hitting on my engaged roommate. When they found out she was engaged, they hit on me. I danced with both of them, to get them away from my roommate, but when their  hands ended up where I didn't want them to, I just walked off and left them there.

I was walking back to get my coat, when I heard a wolf whistle. I turned, and there was a big guy leering at me. "Hey sexy." I ignored him and kept walking.

A random guy walked up to me as I was buttoning my coat, and said "Hey, I just wanted to tell you to be safe and have a good night."
"Um, thanks."

As I was leaving, I saw the 6 London bankers.
Richard was making out with another girl who looked sort of like me.

What an eventful first night out in Orlando.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Princesses!

I'm still on my quest to meet characters. I love it.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E!

I met Safari Mickey!



Today was a good day. Housing meeting, a pool party, and I signed up for a Disney Heritage class. Also, I learned that 'it's a small world' is closed until late October in Fantasyland. Oh, happy day!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

I'm here!!

After 4 planes in 16 hours, I arrived in Orlando. Checked in, filled out massive amounts of paperwork, and found out that I'm working in the Magic Kingdom!!!!! In Fantasyland!!!!!

BEST JOB EVER!!!!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Trying to get to Disney World

I got to the Helena airport at noon and said a tearful goodbye to my parents. After checking my two bags, I got through security. I was there for 2 and a half hours before I got told my flight was cancelled, due to computer problems on the plane. The amazing airport worker worked some magic to get me to Orlando, sort of on time.

Helena to Salt Lake City
Salt Lake City to Las Vegas
Las Vegas to Atlanta
Atlanta to Orlando

I'll get to Orlando at 9:23 tomorrow morning. Just in time, well....late; for check in at Disney.

I was at the Helena airport for SEVEN HOURS.

Today has been immensely difficult. However, the only thing that wouldn't fit in my bags was my photo album.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Harry Potter Post 26

"Personally, I'd have welcomed a Dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely. You think you've had it bad; at least you've been able to get out and about, stretch your legs, get into a few fights.... I've been stuck inside for a month."
"You theenk Bill will not wish to marry me anymore?" demanded Fleur. "You theenk, because of these bites, he will not love me?"
"No, that's not what I -"
"Because 'e will!" said Fleur, drawing herself up to her full height and throwing back her long mane of silver hair. "It would take more zan a werewolf to stop Bill loving me!"
"Well, yes, I'm sure," said Mrs. Weasley, "but I thought perhaps - given how - how he -"
"You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per'aps, you hoped?" said Fleur, her nostrils flaring. "What do I care how he looks? I am good- looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave! And I shall do zat!" she added fiercely, pushing Mrs. Weasley aside and snatching the ointment from her.
ʹDid you like question ten, Moony?ʹ asked Sirius as they emerged into the Entrance Hall.
ʹLoved it,ʹ said Lupin briskly. ʹGive five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question.ʹ
ʹDʹyou think you managed to get all the signs?ʹ said James in tones of mock concern.
ʹThink I did,ʹ said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. ʹOne: heʹs sitting on my chair. Two: heʹs wearing my clothes. Three: his nameʹs Remus Lupin.ʹ
"Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?' Harry interrupted again.
“So he can sneak up on people,” said Ron. “Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking...”
'Hem, hem,' said Professor Umbridge.
'Yes?' said Professor McGonagall, turning round, her eyebrows so close together they seemed to form one long, severe line.
'I was just wondering, Professor, whether you received my note telling you of the date and time of your inspec–'
'Obviously I received it, or I would have asked you what you are going in my classroom,' said Professor McGonagall, turning her back firmly on Professor Umbridge. Many of the students exchanged looks of glee. 'As I was saying, today, we shall be practising the altogether more difficult Vanishment of mice. Now, the Vanishing Spell –'
'Hem, hem.'
'I wonder,' said Professor McGonagall in cold fury, turning on Professor Umbridge, 'how you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking.'
"Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy--"
"Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing."
Percy scowled.
"That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you--"

Sunday, August 8, 2010

UK Trifecta of Awesome

I've had incredible luck this summer meeting men from the UK at my favorite bar. I met an English solider in May (His story's hereOh, and here. It's in two parts.), and an Irish soccer coach a few weeks ago (His story's here). I was bowled over by these charming, handsome men with delightful accents.

Last night, I completed the UK trifecta.

I went out dancing for the last time on a Saturday. It was slow at the bar I usually go to, and no one was dancing.

My favorite dance partner texted me and told me to go to where he was. I did, and we danced. He bought me a goodbye drink, a Dirty Shirley.

Note to the bartender who didn't know how to make it: it's vodka, grenadine, and sprite, not vodka, cherry syrup and tonic.

We danced some more, and there were too many people smoking, so I decided to head back to the other bar. I walked back over there, put my coat and my purse where no one would steal them, and saw a really cute guy by the pool tables. He was alone, so I decided to go over and say hi.

He smiled at me as I walked over. We started talking, and he mentioned that his friend was outside smoking. We introduced ourselves as his friend walked back in, and gave me his pool cue. I asked the 25 year-old cute guy where he was from, because I had noticed his accent.

"Scotland."
"Oh, cool! Why are you here?"
"I come here all the time."
"Uh-huh."
"No, seriously. My uncle lives here, and I'm here for two weeks to coach soccer for kids."
"Awww."
"What?"
"You're coaching soccer for kids. That's adorable."

He taught me how to play pool, and my triumphant moment was getting two balls in, one after the other. After that, I was so awful that he gave me 4 extra tries. They did nothing, and he won in a glorious fashion.

We kept talking, and he asked if I wanted to get out of there. Of course, I said yes.

His friend was the sober driver, who was really nice and we all sang Lady Gaga and Katy Perry songs that were on the radio as he drove. He held my hand and put his arm around me.

The classiest song was on, 'California Girls' (Gurrls? Guurls?) was on as he kissed me for the first time. Even though I was sitting down, my foot popped.

Like this:

Thanks, Princess Diaries!

We got to the house where the guys were staying, and his friend left us alone after giving the guy the car keys so I could get home.

We kissed for hours. It was incredible; amazing; breathtaking.

He kissed my hair, the top of my head, my cheeks, put his arms around me, leaned his head against my shoulder, my stomach; incredible kisses. He kept messing up my hair, then trying to fix it in the dark.

He told me I was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, and he was so lucky to have met me.

Aww!

We steamed up every window in the car, plus both windshields. I honestly didn't know that was possible in the summertime.

He gave me a ride home hours later, and we kissed goodbye for about 10 minutes. I walked up the stairs with a giant smile on my face.

This summer has been amazing. Who would've thought that I'd meet an Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman in one summer? At my favorite bar? And they'd all be really tall, and incredibly handsome, and absurdly charming? A UK trifecta of awesome is what this is.

I love my life.

2 days until I move!

Saturday, August 7, 2010

So, so soon!

I leave in three days! What? This is happening so fast!

Friday, August 6, 2010

Roman Holiday

 Princess Ann: I hate this nightgown. I hate all my nightgowns, and I hate all my underwear too.
Countess: My dear, you have lovely things.
Princess Ann: But I'm not two hundred years old. Why can't I sleep in pajamas?
Countess: Pajamas?
Princess Ann: Just the top part. Did you know that there are people who sleep with absolutely nothing on at all?
Countess: I rejoice to say I do not.
Princess Ann: Your Excellency, I trust you will not find it necessary to use that word again. Were I not completely aware of my duty to my family and to my country, I would not have come back tonight... or indeed ever again!
 Princess Ann: At midnight, I'll turn into a pumpkin and drive away in my glass slipper.
Joe Bradley: And that will be the end of the fairy tale.
 Joe Bradley: Now, come on. You're not that drunk.
Princess Ann: [laughing] If you're so smart; I'm not drunk at all. I'm just being verrrrry haaaappy...

Disney Movies 6-Pocahontas

Disney Movies 5-Mulan

Disney Movies 4- Sleeping Beauty

Disney Movies 3-Aladdin

Disney Movies 2-Cinderella

Disney Movies 1-Princess and the Frog

Harry Potter Post 25

 Perhaps the reason he wanted to be alone was because he had felt isolated from everybody since his talk with Dumbledore. An invisible barrier separated him from the rest of the world. He was — he had always been — a marked man. It was just that he had never really understood what that meant.

And yet sitting here on the edge of the lake, with the terrible weight of grief dragging at him, with the loss of Sirius so raw and fresh inside, he could not muster any great sense of fear. It was sunny and the grounds around him were full of laughing people, and even though he felt as distant from them as though he belonged to a different race, it was still very hard to believe as he sat here that his life must include, or end in, murder.

He sat there for a long time, gazing out at the water, trying not to think about his godfather or to remember that it was directly across from here, on the opposite bank, that Sirius had collapsed trying to fend off a hundred dementors.

The sun had fallen before he realized that he was cold. He got up and returned to the castle, wiping his face on his sleeve as he went.
 But they were not living, though Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.
And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? 

 He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones bow, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.
"You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night."

Harry Potter Post 24

 Harry took one glance back at the entrance of the Great Hall. People were moving around, trying to comfort each other, drinking, kneeling beside the dead, but he could not see any of the people he loved, no hint of Hermione, Ron, Ginny or any of the other Weasleys, no Luna. He felt he would have given all the time remaining to him for just one last look at them; but then, would he ever have the strength to stop looking? It was better like this.

“Hello, Minister!” bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. “Did I mention I’m resigning?”

The house-elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the entrance hall, screaming and waving carving knives and cleavers, and at their head, the locket of Regulus Black bouncing on his chest, was Kreacher, his bullfrog’s voice audible even above this din: “Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of the house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!”

"I'm Draco Malfoy, I'm Draco, I'm on your side!"
Draco was on the upper landing, pleading with another masked Death Eater. Harry Stunned the Death Eater as they passed: Malfoy looked around, beaming, for his savior, and Ron punched him from under the Cloak. Malfoy fell backward on top of the Death Eater, his mouth bleeding, utterly bemused.
"And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!" Ron yelled

"I was a fool!" Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph. "I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a – a -"
"Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron," said Fred.
Percy swallowed.
"Yes, I was!"
"Well, you can't say fairer than that," said Fred, holding his hand out to Percy.

“Why would Harry Potter try to get inside Ravenclaw Tower? Potter belongs in my House!”
Beneath the disbelief and anger, Harry heard a little strain of pride in her voice, and affection for Minerva McGonagall gushed up inside him.

“Get back!” shouted Ron, and he, Harry, and Hermione hurled themselves against a door as a herd of galloping desks thundered past, shepherded by a sprinting Professor McGonagall. She appeared not to notice them. Her hair had come down and there was a gash on her cheek. As she turned the corner, they heard her scream, “CHARGE!”
 

Harry Potter Post 23

"You have not asked me, for instance, what is my favourite flavour of jam... For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry...although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself."
“Professor—I was in Divination just now, and—er—I fell asleep.” He hesitated here, wondering if a reprimand was coming, but Dumbledore merely said, “Quite understandable. Continue.”
“Good evening, Amycus,” said Dumbledore calmly, as though welcoming the man to a tea party. “And you've brought Alecto too ... charming ...”
The woman gave an angry little titter. “Think your little jokes'll help you on your death bed, then?” she jeered.
“Jokes? No, no, these are manners,” replied Dumbledore.
"So," sneered Fudge, recovering himself, "You intend to take on Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores and myself single handed, do you Dumbledore?"
"Merlin’s beard, no." said Dumbledore smiling, "Not unless you are foolish enough to force me to."
"He will not be single handed!" said Professor McGonagall loudly, plunging her hand inside her robes.
"Oh yes he will, Minerva!" said Dumbledore sharply, "Hogwarts needs you!"

"Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world."