One more…Rainy Day
29 Feb 2012 3 Comments
in Adventures, Disney ish
I miss Animal Kingdom.
It feels slightly random to be thinking of DAK on a rainy day like today, but honestly, who cares? DAK is warm, and right now it’s really cold outside. Or maybe that’s just me, I’m kind of sick right now, too. Either way, I’d rather be anywhere but here. And everybody on Facebook is talking about the One More Disney Day, so I have Disney on the brain. I’m wishing I could go, but I have an Italian exam on Friday, and had a quiz on a musical we had to attend in Theater 100. So being anywhere but here is not an option.
Usually when it rains, I think of EPCOT. There was one day where I went to EPCOT to get pictures that I was going to attempt to draw later (still haven’t got around to doing that, since my old laptop broke). It was incredibly windy out. You could tell there was a storm coming. I stood on the bridge near Canada and watched the dark clouds forming across the lake. And continued walking around the park instead. Lightning was bouncing around behind Norway, and people were flooding to the exits- even Off Kilter had closed down their show and covered the stage. And then there was me, heading in the complete opposite direction of everyone else- deeper into the park.
Eventually I realized that it probably wasn’t safe at all to be walking around EPCOT in a storm like that, and headed back towards Future World. I hung out in the safety of the open-faced pin store. Eventually I realized the lightning wasn’t going to hit near here, so I fashioned a cover for my camera out of a plastic bag, with the help of the people working there, and ventured out into the rain.
It was a new experience. EPCOT was deserted, everyone crowding into the shops and under the edges of buildings, hiding from the downpour. And then there was me. I walked through the park without and umbrella, my clothing soaked and my hair plastered to my head, and not caring in the slightest. I got weird looks from everybody, but just kept walking around and taking pictures, before heading for Magic Kingdom. It was Florida, so the rain stopped soon enough, and my clothes dried while I was on the Monorail.
So…why DAK? Especially after all the talk of EPCOT? I’m just remembering another rainy day. One of my friends worked in Animal Kingdom. I had brought my sketchbook to the park to draw something, but, as it always did when I took my sketchbook to Animal Kingdom, it started to rain. So I followed my friend as he worked, probably annoying the heck out of him (I’m sure his co-workers gave him grief for his stalker later, but I’m not really that sorry, I had fun.) I got absolutely soaked from the rain, then went on Everest. Everest kind of hurts in the pouring rain, but it’s a lot more fun and terrifying. Also, your face gets a nice massage… I then ended up in Dinoland, talking to the woman who worked one of the games on the midway, and hiding under the awning. It was close to park closing, so nobody came by. The woman figured out quickly I was a Cast Member, so we talked about all of the different people we came across, and the differences between Merchandise and what she did, and a bunch of other random things. I stayed until other Cast Members came by to clear the park. It was a great day, and it’s sticking in my head today for some unknown reason.
I wish I was back there.
Writing 2/28
28 Feb 2012 2 Comments
Her professor droned on, his annoying voice bouncing around in her skull, eating at her nerves. She tried to shut his voice out, and instead focused on his movements. Without his voice, his motions were over enthusiastic, especially for one teaching a class at 9am. She watched him awkwardly swing his arms around, then pick up one of the submitted essays. He began shaking the essay violently to accent his point, two of it’s pages coming unstapled and floating under the desks of the front row. The paper now looked as though it had been stuffed rudely into someone’s backpack before submission.
“I really hope that isn’t my essay,” she thought idly. “He’s going to take off points for the weak staple…”
Random text bit
27 Feb 2012 1 Comment
She made Spanish rice from a package. It bubbled on the stove sickeningly, giving off the smell of burnt rubber and electricity, coating the pot in a rust-colored paste that later she would need to scrape off with the remains of her nails.
Poor Box…
11 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
in Crazy days
My boyfriend is spending the weekend with me. He’s got a crazy sense of humor, like me, so we’ve been doing all sorts of strange things. Tonight, we ordered pizza from Pizza Hut. Just as we were about to place the order, he stops at the comment section.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if we got the driver to beatbox?” he asked.
Well, how on earth was I supposed to say no to that? We added it, unsure if it would actually worth. It was worth a shot!
When the pizza arrived, we both headed downstairs to see what would happen. The delivery man was an older guy, and he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. We were disappointed.
Right before he handed us the pizza, he stopped. “This might be inappropriate, but…” He struck our pizza box with the palm of his hand. “Bad box!!” he scolded.
All we could do was stare. “The instructions said to ‘beat box’,” he said. “So…BAD BOX!!” He hit the box again.
I’m definitely adding more crazy requests in the future.
Foreign Mistakes
11 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
in Life in general Tags: Italian, language, pens
Learning another language has never been easy for me.
There are so many rules to remember! Granted, it’s like that in English, but I grew up speaking that; I don’t even consider that. It just works.
Other languages however, are a challenge. Right now, I’m learning Italian. The sentence structure is a little different from ours, and one misplaced vowel in a word and you’re screwed.
Yesterday in class, we were learning classroom objects. My professor held up an object and would ask a student what it was. My turn came around. She held up a pen.
I was tired from working a 7am shift, so without thinking, I said “Penne.”
First my professor looked shocked, then horrified, and I couldn’t figure out why. She thrust the pen in my face, asking again what it was. I couldn’t understand what was wrong, so I just shook my head.
She turned to the class. “In Italian, you really need to watch your vowels. This is a penna, but if you add an e instead, you’re referring to a male organ. Also, never drop an N either.”
The whole class started laughing as I tried to hide in my seat. I was laughing too, but…whoops.
My professor turned to the girl next to me, and offered her the pen. Apparently she hadn’t been listening.
“Um. Penne?”
