Soooooooo Halloween's like the holiday of pumpkins and costumes and shiz, right? YEAH, I did it! The build-up for Halloween for me was probably the most buildy-uppy I've had it in a while - I actually tried to consider my costume for once. And I've clearly had my fill of pumpkins for the year, as demonstrated by stuff and junk that you shall see shortly or, like, RIGHT FREAKING NOW.
Math pumpkins! We carved pumpkins in math to find IMPORTANT SERIOUS INFORMATION OF IMPORTANCE about them. Cause MATH = SRS BZNS. Obviously.
Michael = EPIC WIN for that pumpkin. Whoop de woop!
And this was my costume, so the entire world can know the weirdness that is me when I try to make a costume. It should be noted: cheap costume paint is cheap and lame. Not that I tried that hard, though. :D
I look like a cross between a hooker, some chick from the twenties, and maybe Marie Antoinette if she was pretending to be a queen instead of actually being a queen.
While preparing to type how neglected this thing is, I accidentally dribbled vanilla ice cream all over the F key of my keyboard. It was starting to slide between the little cracks between the keys and, in a moment of panic, decided that wiping it up would only further drive the vanilla-y goodness into the black hole that is the backside of the keys and thus, swooped down quickly and suctioned that shiz up like a vaccuum. Urgh. I'm disgusted.
ANYWAY.
This thing is neglected as BALLS. Wait, no, that's wrong, because balls are probably way more unneglected than this blog thang. At least balls get scratched every once in a while. This thing? Not even a TICKLE. It makes me sad and I clearly felt the need to address this most worrisome issue, probably because I'm currently procrastinating on some VERY SRS BSNS that needs to be attended to.
PROCRASTINATIONWINFAIL
Oh yes, and yesterday was quite fun. After finding a see-through lace shirt that just seemed to make so much SENSE in my brain and actually buying the item (I have come a long way, yes sirree) and then watching my grandma tremble and shake on her recently operated knee, I headed off to a 1920's themed paaaaaaartay. I was all cloched out, ate all the cigarettes, drank all the punch, snorted all the pixie sticks, lost all the Cannoli money, and then won it all back. Guillermo and I decided that when I grow up I will be a compulsive and lousy gambler, as well as a compulsive QVC home shopper that'll buy all this weird ass stuff she'll never use.
AWW WELL, WHO NEEDS TO NOT BE BANKRUPT ANWAY! :D
Maaaaaaan I wish all my weekends were spent pretending to be in the 20's. It'd be fun.
Were you there? I WAS THERE. It was epic and now I'm tired and it appears that I've caught the flu.
Basically: car drive to Disneyland was spent getting all amped and excited for the super magical day ahead, with a bit of singing here and there. Once we arrived, Sarah crashed into a sign, I laughed cause it was HILARIOUS and then stopped because I remembered it was her birfday, and people had their hands SPACE PRESSED by the weirdo, futuristic hand dryers of McDonald's Anaheim. I did not. However, I was a witness and can thus say, with the utmost conviction, THAT WAS SOME CRAZY SHIT. I thought I was on drugs or something.
We met a man who nearly broke my hand and has my DREAM JOB (he's a Disney castmember) and entered the park like ninjas, sitting down in the now OCTOBER/HALLOWEEN-ized Disneyland where autumnal colors reign supreme. While waiting for the rest of our crew to cross into Narnia, we spotted Alice and the Mad Hatter being their sweet selves and I couldn't help but imagine them making out right then and there because, let's face it, Bri-chan knows what she's talking about when she, er, draws. Yes. If you don't know what I'm talking about, it's ok, just assume you do.
Wanna know who else I saw? Ryan Higa. AKA NIGAHIGA.
Yes. THIS GUY.
With his GIRLFRIEND. D'AWW.
Sara, Amber, and I debated whether or not we should fangirl him. We sorta decided against it? And hoped maybe we'd see him around? Stand behind him in line? STEAL HIS SHIRT.
Eh hem. Moving on.
Stopped by the Disney Gallery/the 50 first magical years and I was like, "BETCH I KNOW THIS STUFF. I HAS SEARCHED FTW." Then, we decided fast passes for Space Mountain: Ghost Galaxy HAD to be acquired. I was not going to stand in line for HORUS. Or for hours. Just not worth it.
We also star toured. And shot at robots in space. And Matterhorned. And then we epically spun and screamed like nutters on the Teacups. WHICH I FILMED AND THEN ACCIDENTALLY ERASED. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHY.
THEN: There was mining equipment. NOT THE MINING EQUIPMENT. NOT THE FRUIT. OH NO, JESUS CHRIST. Snow White's Scary Adventures were scary, no joke.
Afterwords, we headed down the Big Thunder Trail between Fantasyland and Frontierland to walk into... a petting zoo? Yeah, really. With GOATS. I made new friends, I tell ya. Like the sheep, which started to walk away after it got tired of being surrounded by curious people. Perhaps the most epic of moments there, however, was how Woody rejected my hug (DISNEY CHARACTERS ARE ALWAYS FREAKING REJECTING ME) but then accepted.
Yup. Woody rejected AND accepted that Ho. And I have PROOF.
We were apparently hungry for overpriced food and backtracked to the Village Haus restaurant, where people bought overpriced food for consumption. Big Thunder Mountain railroad was next on our list, and it was EPIC. There was even MORE mining equipment. Seriously, Walt had some sort of mining fetish or something.
We Mark Twain riverboated it and spent a good few minutes waving at the people dressed in red down on the docks. Funnily enough, the people dressed in red for Gay Day '09 were the only ones who responded to our gay waves. The rest ignored us even when we pointed directly at them. WHAT DOUCHES. It's Disneyland, it's the closest you'll ever get to heaven, WAVE AT ME FOR WALT'S SAKE.
It was upon the gleaming white steamboat that we became interested in the Davy Crockett canoes, specifically in the one with the fine young lad with the head full of bouncy brown curls at the head of the rowboat. We attempted to hurry, not wanting to be stuck with some other bland canoe director; alas, it was not to be. Instead, we got this one chick who was actually not horrible, but was also not Mister Bouncy Curls. Poop!
Either way, I loved the canoes. I'd never done that before at Disneyland, and we all got very wet, I made a new friend who was like 6 years old, and it was made of epic win. My arms got a workout, yo.
I think we tried to get a fastpass for the Haunted Mansion? Or did we do this later? AT ANY RATE, we headed towards Space Mountain to experience this new fangled thing they call Ghost Galaxy. It was sorta the schnapps. Apparently, there are more ghosts than planetary bodies in space, but I sorta don't care. It was all good, and Anamaria learned a valuable lesson: always put your sweater on or you may end up with a less-than-flattering picture of yourself when you exit the ride. Lulz.
I think we were on our way towards Pirates of the Caribbean, which we rode for obvious reasons (it's only sorta necessary?), and then I think we did the Haunted Mansion, which was soooo spiffy in all its Nightmare before Christmas GLORY and then Indiana Jones ("WHY MUST THERE BE EXCAVATION!"). At the Temple of the Eye, Sara yelled at people and they jumped and freaked out. Twas funny.
Jungle Cruise? YES. Tarzan's treehouse? I had already screamed myself nearly hoarse, and I yelled and sang all the way up and then down because I have no shame.
Time starts getting fuzzy and I'm not exactly sure whether my chronology is right. I'm guessing it's not but let's just roll with it? Yes, let's.
Because the Aladdin show at Cal. Adventures is amazing, we head on over to experience the magic of the Arabian Nights during the Southern California afternoon. I'm soooo glad we did. I can't believe I hadn't seen that before. I mean, there's a REAL MAGIC CARPET that flies over the audience... that some dude died making, but that's beside the point. And the Genie killed it. KILLED IT. Brought it back to life, and then killed it some more. He was AMAZING. He alluded to Kanye and stupid crap, Jon & Kate, the SINGLE LADIES, the iPhone, and all this other crap.
I could watch an entire genies show. Or an entire show with Aladdin, who was sorta hot.
We ate dinner outside the park, Amber said the waiter was adorable (she meant Aidan, the baby), and then we planned Anamaria's entire nuclear holocaust LIFE. Upon rearriving at Disneyland, we found that what seemed like everyone in attendance had gathered on Main Street in preparation for the fireworks display. We maneuvered around in ninja-est of ways until we'd reached Frontierland/the site of the Fantasmic Night Spectacular... at the end of the show. NO PROBLEM. 10:30 showing, baby.
Everyone else wanted to go to Splash Mountain and I'm not too fond of the ride because a) the fall is LAME. Why can't I just hear singy animals be all, "Zippideedooda! SONG OF THE SOUTH WAS RACIST!"?, b)it has a huge line, usually and c) it will get you WET. I could already feel the tickle of sickness in my throat, quite different from that of hoarseness from a day of screaming, and I wasn't going to push it. Wetness + chilly night + tickle in throat = NOT GOOD.
So I decided to wait at the exit, browse Pooh's corner for antenna things, and then wait for my drenched buddies to come out. Like Ana. Nobody got it worse than Ana.
Eventually, we all managed to get to the Fantasmic spot, where I got angry at some stupid tall douche who was stupid, tall, and douchey, but I enjoyed the show nonetheless.
Thus the day ended. We were all tired as beans, we had all yelled and laughed and waved and spazzed over mining equipment continually, and we once again saw NigaHiga with his girlfriend upon exiting the park. Obviously we really didn't want to go up to him that bad because we were like, "Nah, he's in a hurry! Third times the charm!"
Hah. NO.
God, I'm tired. And, as always, I want to go back.
