Chapter 7

I hope everyone had a good Christmas! I sure did. I got my suitcases;) and a new iPod. 17 days now! Very excited! I'm still freaking out about flying and just packing the right stuff. But I'm feeling a little better now because I have been talking to / bugging the hell out of this girl I know down there who has been really nice to me and to put up with me... Thank you Sarah!!! I have also been talking with my wondrous to-be roomie, Stephanie. She seems great and it makes me twelve kinds of excited. We've also made a plan to meet up at the Orlando airport and arrive at Vista together. I've finished all my paperwork and all I have to do is pack. And say goodbye. Especially to my mum who I love very much, but who seems to believe I will never be coming back. I promise I am coming back, I have a shift at work the day after I get back! (I'm not gonna skip out on a 9-5!)

Chapter 6

     Still not there. Sorry people. But I am officially freaking out about going now, and not productive freaking, more like lie-still-in-a-state-of-absolute-panic freaking, in which I suffer waves of nausea, disappointment, and fear. Lots of fear. Crippling fear. But then I snap out of it and I go take a shower, or do some laundry, or devour TV Christmas specials. But the truth is, it's coming up very quickly from here. Less than a month now. I have to finish some employment paperwork which reminds me of college Statistics, then I have to pack. Those are basically it. Spoiler alert: My mum bought me a suitcase for Christmas. I am very excited to receive it and I will wheel it about behind me for many days after Christmas. I only found out because I found it. I felt bad so I told her, but the cat was already out of the bag. She thinks I snoop, but really there aren't that many places in my house that I don't go.
      They do this with candy all the time as well. Now that I'm on a diet I have a permanent excuse, but there is candy hidden all over my house, in places I supposedly "never look". Again, I pretty much go anywhere and everywhere. But truth be told I do like to shake what my momma gave me. By which I mean the presents that she hands me (what did you think I meant?). I've always been very good with guessing what wrapped presents are. One year my aunt bought me a guitar for Christmas and she covered in teddy bears before wrapping it so I wouldn't be able to guess. Ask my sister who sniped that one anyway.
     It appears though that my gift for guessing is growing faint, otherwise I doubt I would have picked the present I ended up with at the work Yankee swap. I received a head massager.  Yes, like on those infomercials from a couple years back. I will tell you, somedays I do look at it and wonder if it's use will make my hair grow longer. But looking at the pointy metal legs I decide instead it would probably rip out large patches instead, and I slide it back behind the non-fiction section on my bookshelf. Thankfully I made out much better at the family Yankee Swap with twenty dollars in iTunes money (I still have thirty on my account, they always send me emails saying "Did you know you have thirty dollars worth of iTunes money on this account???" Yes, I know. I just use mine much slower than other human beings.) and two packages of fancy chocolate, which I quickly wasted all of my Weight Watchers points on, forcing me into salad for lunch, dinner, and evening snack.

But I just want to wish a Merry Christmas to those who, like me, celebrate it, as well as to the rest of the world, I hope you enjoy all the shorter lines and less crowding at surely almost everything (except Disney World apparently...) Also I hope everyone enjoys their Hanukkah, Kwanza, winter break, and  anything else you may be celebrating!!

Chapter 5

I apologize, we still haven't gotten to the good stuff, there is still almost a whole month before I leave and as I have just finished my classes it's dawning on me (*happy dance*). I still have so much to do, but half of it is ready to go. I know there's definitely gonna be some huge mistake I'm gonna make so I'm prepping myself now. I have decided against my mums plan of going down a day early. I want to do this by myself (even though as earlier stated, the mere thought makes me nauseous). Plus there are days where I look at my family and go "ahh.. how could I ever leave this?" and then there are days when I look at my family and go "get me the %$#& out of here!" (yes, I did just censor myself, this is a family show people, for even though I swear questionably often, because I am a horrible, horrible person, I find it relatively tacky). But I remember feeling this way before I moved into my apartment last year, (a feeling which quickly faded) so maybe this will help make my heart grow fonder.

I figured I'd end on something that my parents said which I thought was pretty funny. My mum said "Maybe while you're down there you'll meet a nice boy."  Me,"Of course. *sarcasm* I'll meet Prince Charming."  My dad, "Eeyore's a nice boy."

Chapter 4- continued

My mum just had an idea. She suggested flying down with me the day before, January 15th, so I can be on time to check in the next day, and so we can look around and check out the offerings nearby for shopping and food. I mean its brilliant in its simplicity. I wouldn't have to freak out about getting there or finding anything. I might also be able to manipulate my mum into letting me put some of my stuff in her luggage. I'd also have my mum with me, which leads us to the cons: I'd have my mum with me. I love my mother with all my heart, but how many great adventures start off with "My mommy held my hand.." I'm not exactly sure, if I have time later I'll Google it, but for now I'll just guess, none. Again I love my mum. But this is my great adventure, a sort of thrusting me into the world moment that I was getting pretty amped for. I mean I was thinking I might even be okay with everything. Even the airplane which is huge for me. Although actually now I'm getting sort of nervous thinking about that, and now I fear I might vomit on a TSA officer. Also my wonderful roommate-to-be, Stephanie, and I were planning to meeting up and maybe taking the shuttle together. Originally we were thinking cab, but $$$$$. I don't want to back out now, I'm the one who even talked us into taking the shuttle. Decision to follow...

Chapter 4

Truth time. It is so hard for me to write this blog now. I mean I am superbusy ( I still haven't booked my shuttle or done anything really productive towards Disney). I have three essays to write, one final to study for, three books to read, and an art portfolio to perfect. Then I have to withdraw for next semester and sign myself back up for classes next fall. Also Christmas has officially come to town. (christmas is here, fa la la la, christmas is here, fa la la la, rum tummy tummy, rum tummytummy, rum tummy tummy, ho-ho-ho). It is time to burn some plastic. Also I really don't have too much to say. I haven't heard anything new from them so really its the same ole boring "To-Do" list which never gets anything crossed off and makes me want to rip my hair out. Oh, and new feature, there are real people out there reading this now. I am no longer just speaking to myself and one kid from far far away who tries to read my blog and just ends up scratching his head aggressively.