In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm one of those girls with her head in the clouds ALL THE FREAKING TIME. You know, the chick who goes nuts over Christmas and insists on being home to watch all the Christmas specials whenever they're on. Like Christmas, there's a lot of places and times of the year that make you feel...well...magic. Like, that fluttery feeling you get when something special is happening. One of those places for me always has been and always will be Disney World.
Now, I have a long and amazing history with Disney World. We started taking trips down to Florida for a week long stay at Disney World since I was really little, and since then we've gone exactly 11 times. I cherished every single trip like it was my last, because, well...my parents always said it was. But until trip 11, that was never true.
I totally know what you're thinking, "Even amazing places like Disney World get tiresome after that many trips, they HAVE to." Well, they did. For almost my whole family. I, of course, had no idea what they were talking about because after sitting in the car for 10 hours, seeing the big Disney World entrance sign never once failed to give me that big magical fluttery feeling. You know their catch phrase, "The place where dreams come true"? To me, that always has been what it was. Waking up in a Disney hotel knowing I was going to spend my day in the most magical place on earth was like a dream.
What could have possibly compelled me to write this now? I mean, school's starting up and I have to start thinking about applying to colleges and working! Not Disney World. Ah, but there's a VERY good reason for thinking about Disney World when I have to start taking my future into consideration. That reason being my big dream of working there.
I would give anything to work there. Heck, I'd probably pay them to work there. As I take steps toward my future as an adult, me working at the most magical place on earth seems incredibly practical. Maybe, just maybe, I'll make it happen. No, maybe God will make it happen. All I can do is pray.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
A Healthier Me
Okay, so I'm on this grand health thing, and it's fabulous and great and all that. First I was all like, "Oh my gosh, I'm gonna exercise and look like a sexy supermodel!!"
3 weeks of daily inhumane self torture later, I WEIGHED EXACTLY THE SAME.
Alright, I'm cool with that, at least I felt a tad healthier...I guess. So I stopped for a bit and kept eating the same I always had, which if you ever saw me eat is REALLY bad. But hey, I like my sweets, and I exercised for THREE WEEKS. That counts for something right? But I kinda felt like one of those lard butts who are like, "Wow, I lifted my fat self out of my chair, I deserve a doughnut!".
So in order to...well...not do THAT, I stopped and thought to myself, gosh, I'm gonna stop eating like a pig before I look like one. Not one of those adorable ones that stay small forever that everyone's getting as a pet these days, because when you're looking for a pet, a good idea is getting something known for rolling around in mud to live in your house. NO. A BIG, FAT, OBESE, SMELLY, JIGGLY PIG.
So just yesterday, my mother bought me health food and multivitamins. Which is fantabulous, heck, I already feel lighter. To bad I despise health food.
So I hate health food AND exercise, so what's a poor chick to do?! I know you need both, so WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO TO?!
The moral of my story is don't diet and exercise at the same freaking time. Like, switch off every once in a while or something. Because if at any point in time I decided to do both of them at the same time, I'd have to kill myself.
No, scratch that, I'd already be dead from lack of time for video games and delightfully chocolatey doughnuts.
Because without doughnuts, we'd all die, and that's probably the real moral of the story.
3 weeks of daily inhumane self torture later, I WEIGHED EXACTLY THE SAME.
Alright, I'm cool with that, at least I felt a tad healthier...I guess. So I stopped for a bit and kept eating the same I always had, which if you ever saw me eat is REALLY bad. But hey, I like my sweets, and I exercised for THREE WEEKS. That counts for something right? But I kinda felt like one of those lard butts who are like, "Wow, I lifted my fat self out of my chair, I deserve a doughnut!".
So in order to...well...not do THAT, I stopped and thought to myself, gosh, I'm gonna stop eating like a pig before I look like one. Not one of those adorable ones that stay small forever that everyone's getting as a pet these days, because when you're looking for a pet, a good idea is getting something known for rolling around in mud to live in your house. NO. A BIG, FAT, OBESE, SMELLY, JIGGLY PIG.
So just yesterday, my mother bought me health food and multivitamins. Which is fantabulous, heck, I already feel lighter. To bad I despise health food.
So I hate health food AND exercise, so what's a poor chick to do?! I know you need both, so WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO TO?!
The moral of my story is don't diet and exercise at the same freaking time. Like, switch off every once in a while or something. Because if at any point in time I decided to do both of them at the same time, I'd have to kill myself.
No, scratch that, I'd already be dead from lack of time for video games and delightfully chocolatey doughnuts.
Because without doughnuts, we'd all die, and that's probably the real moral of the story.
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