up and then taking some windex to the mirrors. I haven't changed drastically (if at all) as far as my personality goes, but there is a definite shift, as briefly mentioned in my previous entry, of the homemaker in training tendencies that are more prevalent. I don't know why it's happening, but at least it looks clean and tastes yummy.This life has hit a familiar point of the surreal, as if I am starring in my own personal episode of The Twilight Zone, where I wonder to myself, "Is this truly the life I am living?" I have those times where things come to mind that should be forgotten, but they just won't go away, about what I had that was taken away from me by the deception of certain people, moments that I look back on and think, "Did that really happen? Was I a part of this? Wasn't it meant to be more? Who were these people who lied when they said we would always be together, only to cut it short for one meaningless reason or another?" And there are similar yet contrasting times when I think about the next day and the day after, the next week, month or two, trying to snap into the reality that, yes, I do work at this amazing job, I do live in this wonderful place, I can attend these heavenly temples, I am surrounded by these beautiful people, I can go to this happy theme park whenever I need or want.
I went with another one of my friends for the first time, and as many of my Disneyland excursions go, we had a blast. What also made this time awesome was the initiative taken along the way. One of the things I have always wanted to do at Disneyland is meet someone new and spend some time with them at the park. A moment such as this almost came to pass at that moment also mentioned in another post of mine a few months ago with the fellow I met in the single rider line for Indiana Jones, but not so since I had already made plans that evening which had no relation to Disney whatsoever. It must have only been a matter of time before this should happen, because as my friend and I finished our ride on Space Mountain, we found the two gentlemen who had stood directly behind us in line with a super fast pass in tow, as the ride had broken down immediately after we departed. We asked to tag along, as the pass allowed up to six persons to board, and they were gracious enough to share with us. This one ride turned into several more and a good few hours together
as a party of four (the magic Disneyland number) before we parted ways for dinner and the wonderful World of Color.(On a side note: although I still don't understand the direction it's meant to take, I love World of Color, and could see it over and over again. We were teary eyed by the end of the show, but maybe that was just the mist from the fountains. We were standing in the "wet zone", after all.)
This serves to further my love of what is rightfully dubbed "The Happiest Place On Earth". A person would have to work very hard (or just not love Disney in the slightest) to even avoid cracking a smile for one moment while surrounded in the ambience of the Disneyland magic. And it does seem that people are much more friendly here than in most other places. Perhaps it is the kid in all of our hearts opening up their eyes to see the good in everyone around us. Or maybe we can just have more fun when in a place where fun prevails, and when fun people find more fun people, the level of fun rises well beyond the mark. (That was a lot of "fun"s in one sentence, and now the word "fun" is starting to look funny.)
It may be a bad habit to dive into the philosophy of "Work Hard, Play Hard", but it's been the best, and everything feels much more worthwhile. I'm having a great time, I'm learning a lot, I am making more than I imagined I would, and I'm keeping my mind from turning into jelly. My body might crash after doing this for an extended period of time, but let's just refer to it as building up my immunity and strength for now. Not to mention, my legs are going to be in great shape from all of the walking I am doing.
Considering I have been running around in this cold-recovering body, and spent much more time out of the house than in this past week (especially the weekend), I am reserving this holiday for relaxation. I have already slept in until 9:00 am, and I have a few errands to run, studying to do, and food to eat, followed by much needed exercise. Before I continue, though, I will watch a Donald Duck cartoon. Happy laboring!
