I WAS SOOOOOO THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Who would’a thought, right?

 Agh, I’m so thankful. We went sooo last minute, I love my family.

Anyway, so we left on Wednesday ((drove, of course --silly--)) and got there later that night. We drove through San Diego, and this radio station there “owns” so I wanna live there now. But back to Anaheim; when we got to our hotel (only a few blocks from Disneyland) we could see fireworks. Agh, and so then the next day we went to the beach. Sadly, I must say, that I am a wee bit darker. No one would ever notice, unless one was to point it out… and even then, I’m not sure they would.

Ok ok, I know you’re all dying to hear about Disneyland.

So, it’s Friday July 15, 2005. we get there to find out that that day was THE day Space Mountain re-opened after like 1.3 billion years of being closed. Agh, but we save that till last -- after we were told it wasn’t open to the public until 11 a.m. -- So, we go to Star Tours, those rocket things, then we’re off to Fantasy Land.

We ride all of the rides, until there aren’t any left. Then we go to It’s A Small World, followed by Toon Town. Over to the handy dandy ATM ((god bless ‘em)) and back, over to Indian Jones, Adventure Land, ride the ever stimulating Splash Mountain, head on over to New Orleans Square and by then, the fire works celebrating the 50^th anniversary (which, by the way, was today – Sunday July 17) narrated by my beloved Julie Andrews. Damn, they were the prettiest fireworks I had EVER EVER EVER seen.

Ok, ok. So by that time, its already 9:45, and we rush over to Space Mountain before everyone else gets there, but it turned out, we weren’t the only ones who had thought of that. So we end up waiting in line until 11:45 – exactly – watching all the jerks on fast pass run right by us… bitches… and when we finally do ride, it kicks ass. So worth it, if only to say, “I rode on Space Mountain the day it re-opened, Blee-atches!!!”

So by the time we got out, bought the pictures and souveniers, it was midnight.

midnight = closing time. ] =3

But we had barely done any shopping, so we went to Main Street (since they don’t close until 1) and spent money left and, umm… north? Eh, eh?

Anyway, but I wound up buying only a t-shirt, antenna ball (for my non-existent car), and the cutest purse ever. So we finally left and by the time we got on the shuttle and got to our car it was already around two. SOOOO, we went to ::::::Carl’s Jr::::::

I tried the Western Bacon Chicken Burger, and it was good. I also came to the conclusion, that I could never become vegetarian as long as there was at least one Carl’s Jr. in this world. By the way, I hate it when people long to be vegetarians, only to be cool. ASS HOLES.

Ok, so the next day, we drove to Arizona and spent the night there. We dined Taco Bell in our room, and later that night my aunt and I went down to the van to get my back pack out – since I had foolishly forgotten it – but we had  been watching the news and they talked about some guy who was a serial rapist, and gave a description, and so while walking down the hall to the exit (a glass door on the side of the building) we saw a man who looked just like the rapist, and he ran and hid behind a car, so we ran back over to the elevator, and when I peeked my head out to see he was doing the same from the back of the car. So, we ran to our room and looked out the window, saw him get into a white car and drive away.

And, that was our near – rape experience.

So then today, we drove the rest of the way home, and here I am, writing.

Eh, I guess I should go because I must go to a stupid meeting tomorrow at 8 in the fucking morning.

Thanks A LOT mrs. G. thaNks. with a capital n.

ho.