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| I feel so disconnected from the real world right now, and I'm sort of enjoying it.
Maybe this post should be longer, but why should anyone care while I'm so blissfully nonexistant? | | |
| Because I was bored and couldn't sleep, and was very much in a Trekkie mood,
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| So Disney World sort of sucked.
It didn't completely suck, mind you, and I can't bring myself to say that something on which I spent $520 completely sucked, but I'm still highly disappointed. I've come to the conclusion that one should never travel with one's friends because even after a mere four days one winds up absolutely furious at all of them. In retrospect, I remember one night I was sitting with a group of people at the Double T (whose names I won't mention) and I had a brief flash of an idea-- these are the people we should be going on vacation with, not Leon and Alena.
The main problem I had, and it was the first one I noticed, was how much everybody complained, namely Alena and Leon. First it was the heat/humidity, because it was indeed very hot outside. Next it was how this and that was boring, which is something you never want to tell someone who spent four months planning your trip. Then they started to complain about how much they would rather be home having sex,which they said was a joke but after four days of continuous "joking" left me lacking in ways to relate to them. They were tired. They were hungry. They day it rained, they were cold and wet and would rather be home having sex. This was Disney World, not Auschwitz!
The second thing was the general lack of enthusiasm. Alena and Leon flat-out refused to go on most of the rides, because they looked "lame". We missed the greenhouse ride at Epcot where you see the 5-foot tall pumpkin and the basketball-sized tomatoes; we missed Innoventions; we missed the Nemo ride because the line was too big. We missed a number of shows at MGM. They even passed up Small World and the Tiki Room. We thus rode the same two or three rides repeatedly every day. I'm sick of Space Mountain. Couldn't they just loosen up?
Another small thing that bugged me was the lack of language-censoring around the small children. But that's a minor point.
Around Tuesday morning I realized that I'd completely run out of things to talk about that they wouldn't "so what", and pretty much became a self-elected mute for the rest of the trip. On Tuesday morning I didn't speak at all for two hours straight. It seems they had a lot more fun when I wasn't talking to them, or maybe that's my pessimistic side shining through. I guess it was because all they seemed to talk about was having sex, and anything I did say was either speculation or something I wasn't entitled to talk about, being, so far, asexual. During my periods of silence I got the chance to angst at myself about being asexual, which shouldn't be the sort of thoughts one has at Disney World.
Anyway, I'm glad I'm home. I just hope that our friendship wasn't completely obliterated.
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| An interesting week, indeed.
Tuesday: Graduation. Got me my shiny diploma folder, tossed my cap, hugged my friends goodbye, ate some good Italian food for dinner, then watched House season finale. No more school for me!
Wednesday: A trip to Annapolis. I've concluded that Annapolis has to be the city with the worst street signs in the entirety of the United States. We drove around a bit when we got in, not considering that it was in fact a weekday night and nobody would be parked downtown at the harbor; instead we parked in a garage in the middle of nowhere for seven dollars and the additional price of walking around for an hour trying to find my car. Well, at least it was a nice day, and though we payed $120 for a sushi dinner, it was a very good meal. I even bought me a shiny new hat! On the way out of the city we got very lost, and eventually found our way back to route 50 in about a half hour. But I realized after about 20 minutes of driving that I'd missed the exit for 97, and found myself in Washington DC. My dad somehow got us home. We drove past the Capitol twice.
Thursday: Brought my sister lunch at school, then ate greasy food at Cheeburger Cheeburger. Then I went and surprised Amber and Andrea and we watched Batman Begins and Space Cowboys at my house. Amber and Emily got lost on the way to go get Chinese food.
Today: More pants-shopping, cleaning, and packing.
Tomorrow: Grad Party! (Hey, those of you coming, I really didn't want my mom to invite 70 people.)
The Day After That: We goin' to Dinneyworl!
Mel, Leon, and Alena if she reads this:
I've charted a course of action for theme-park touring, with the aid of a guidebook, so as to minimize icky wine-lating line-waiting. Sunday and Monday we're doing Epcot, Tuesday it's MGM, and Wednesday, Magic Kingdom. | | |
| Having done absolutely nothing productive, or even fun, today, I keep wondering if I'm wasting what summer I have.
I shouldn't be complaining. It's my own fault.
*Edit*
It also looks like I've ruined whatever chances I had at a real social life at the end of my senior year. No clue how that happened. Is it just me, or am I being avoided?
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