have you ever had one of those moments where you mean to say one thing, yet it comes out completely different? maybe the words you used aren't as intelligent as how you thought them in your head; maybe your grammar isn't as perfect as it is in your thoughts; or maybe you do the classic thinking about saying "great" then halfway changing it to "cool" so it sounds like you're saying "gruel"?
it's simple thoughts-to-words mess-ups. everybody has them now and again, right?
yeah, try every day of my LIFE!
i don't mean to be conceited, but i think i'm pretty damn smart. smarter than most kids my age. yet, it seems to me, a lot of people don't see me that way. of course, being blonde doesn't help much. i mean, think about it. if you saw a blonde, decently attractive girl laughing and giggling with all her friends, would you automatically stereotype her as the smart one? of course not, no one would.
so naturally, i want to prove people wrong. i want to show them i'm not the ditzy girl i'm percieved to be. so how would any normal person do this? by talking of course! express your thoughts and opinions!
aaaaaand cue my downfall.
where there is a blessing, there is a curse, and that's the exact case with me. i've been granted the greatness of having a truly intelligent mind, and i'm not going to sugarcoat it so i don't seem conceited. i'm smart, and i'm not ashamed to say it. the way things sound in my head and the way i transfer them to paper prove this, and i'm truly lucky to be able to do that.
but you don't think i've forgotten about the "curse" part of this deal, do you?
let me put it blatantly.
I. CAN'T. TALK.
i mean, of course, i can TALK, i'm an educated human being and am capable of such an elementary skill, but what i mean is i can't talk as eloquently as i think. the thoughts and opinions worthy of college level professors are brewing away in my mind, yet when they emerge, they sound like those of a simple teenage cheerleader who's confused by words that are two syllables or more.
yeah, it's that bad.
all my friends tell me i don't sound dumb, that i sound much smarter than the average person our age, but trust me, if they could hear how things sound in my head, they'd be able to tell the difference. that's why i love to write so much, because everything i think in my head comes out exactly as it is when i type on the computer or scribble away on paper.
but overall, i've been able to deal with it. i still sound as smart as or smarter than most of my friends, so what's the problem, right?
yeah, WRONG.
picture this scene:
you're really into this guy, but he's not just your average 11th grade guy. he's intelligent beyond his years, speaks with such eloquence, thinks as deep as philosophers, has controversial ideals that you completely agree with, and basically has discussions about the most in-depth things ever.
man, just thinking about it has made my writing drop a level.
so you've talked to him online, and it's gone great, because like i said, you're writing is better than your speaking. so one day, you work up the courage to talk to him in class.
he mentions something in a classroom discussion...
you agree with it completely...
you open your mouth to compliment him...
and you say...
"that was, like, a really, like, awesome point or you just said before...about that thing. *cue obnoxious nervous laughter*"
yeaaaaah, i need to practice my nerves and speaking skills around him more before i plunge back down that road of humiliation.
that, or bury my head in the sand and stay there for eternity. whichever comes first.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
first day of school analysis
Tuesday, August 18th, 2009
8:30am
Today was my first day of Junior Year.
I'm not gonna lie, I hate change. I despise my routine being altered or messed up, especially when I had such fun and amazing classes with all my friends like AICE General Paper or AP World History, but also I hate changing the fabulous teachers I had, like Mrs. Esposito, Mr. Williams, and Mr. "P Diddy" Combs (the last two being awesome just because of their personalities, not so much their teaching abilities. Mrs. Esposito on the other hand has definite BAMF status when it comes to being an English teacher.)
But I have to admit, it went over a LOT better than I expected. Let's do a play-by-play, shall we?
Period 1- French 2 with Madame Etienne.
This class probably felt the weirdest. I didn't know many people in there, and the room just had a strange vibe. But what makes it all worth while is I have that class with my best friend Lily :) I'm also extremely greatful that Mrs. Mazous is leaving on won't be our teacher, because I heard she is a complete bitch, and after witnessing her assisting the new teacher, I can definentley verify that she is.
Period 2- Vocal Ensamble with Ms. Passarello.
I love to sing, and this is the sole reason I stayed in this class. That, and I don't want to ditch Tatiana. I despise this teacher with every fiber of my being, but I can deal with her for two more years. As long as I get to sing. Also, it's really easy to talk in there, and somehow, Tatiana and I are going to end up Prez and Vice Prez if this senior chick doesn't show up, so i guess that's cool.
Period 3- Chemistry 1 Honors with Ms. Ahmed.
This class seems relatively easy because it's an honors class, and not to be conceited, but I can stick an honors class in my ear compared to the all the AP stuff I've done. Especially a class mainly about math, my easiest subject (besides writing, but I actually enjoy writing so that doesn't count.) The teacher is a young lady who I'd guess is about 23-24? She seems relatively sweet, I don't think she'll be a problem.
Period 4- AP English Composition with Mrs. Garafolo.
I've heard a LOT about this teacher, and she lived up to my expectations. She's about as close to having Mrs. Esposito again as I'm probably ever going to get. She has a unique sense of humor, which I find funny, she's very intelligent, and she's told us that the class is all about writing! Let me lean back in my chair and put up my feet, because this is going to be a breeze. The class also has a really good feel to it. There aren't too many people, I know the majority of them, and everyone was pretty talkative, but not in the annoying "regular class" kind of way, just in a general discussion with the teacher sort of way. It just feels right, which I'm happy about, because I was so worried I was going to hate my English class because of my amazing experiance last year.
Period 5- AP Psychology with Mr. Joynt.
Yep, that's right, his name is Mr. Joynt. And let me tell you something. He is the coolest teacher EVER. He's so funny, but also very smart. He recognizes we need to work, but is also extremely laid back. The class itself seems really cool, but it gives of the air of a regular class, not an AP class, and this kinda bothers me. I'm sure it'll die down soon though once some people switch out because they're too lazy to work.
Period 6- AP US History with Mr. Joynt (again).
I just know it, this is going to be my favorite class. I know pretty much everyone in it, I have so many good friends in there, and of course, Mr. Joynt teaches it. This class is going to be amazing, I can feel it.
So there's my analysis for the day. Not having a 7th hour is AMAZING! I can go visit Combs and Williams as I please, and then Liz and I can get outta there whenever we want. It feels so free. I know my classes last year were amazing, but I don't know what it is about this year, but I just feel it's going to be a really really good one :)
8:30am
Today was my first day of Junior Year.
I'm not gonna lie, I hate change. I despise my routine being altered or messed up, especially when I had such fun and amazing classes with all my friends like AICE General Paper or AP World History, but also I hate changing the fabulous teachers I had, like Mrs. Esposito, Mr. Williams, and Mr. "P Diddy" Combs (the last two being awesome just because of their personalities, not so much their teaching abilities. Mrs. Esposito on the other hand has definite BAMF status when it comes to being an English teacher.)
But I have to admit, it went over a LOT better than I expected. Let's do a play-by-play, shall we?
Period 1- French 2 with Madame Etienne.
This class probably felt the weirdest. I didn't know many people in there, and the room just had a strange vibe. But what makes it all worth while is I have that class with my best friend Lily :) I'm also extremely greatful that Mrs. Mazous is leaving on won't be our teacher, because I heard she is a complete bitch, and after witnessing her assisting the new teacher, I can definentley verify that she is.
Period 2- Vocal Ensamble with Ms. Passarello.
I love to sing, and this is the sole reason I stayed in this class. That, and I don't want to ditch Tatiana. I despise this teacher with every fiber of my being, but I can deal with her for two more years. As long as I get to sing. Also, it's really easy to talk in there, and somehow, Tatiana and I are going to end up Prez and Vice Prez if this senior chick doesn't show up, so i guess that's cool.
Period 3- Chemistry 1 Honors with Ms. Ahmed.
This class seems relatively easy because it's an honors class, and not to be conceited, but I can stick an honors class in my ear compared to the all the AP stuff I've done. Especially a class mainly about math, my easiest subject (besides writing, but I actually enjoy writing so that doesn't count.) The teacher is a young lady who I'd guess is about 23-24? She seems relatively sweet, I don't think she'll be a problem.
Period 4- AP English Composition with Mrs. Garafolo.
I've heard a LOT about this teacher, and she lived up to my expectations. She's about as close to having Mrs. Esposito again as I'm probably ever going to get. She has a unique sense of humor, which I find funny, she's very intelligent, and she's told us that the class is all about writing! Let me lean back in my chair and put up my feet, because this is going to be a breeze. The class also has a really good feel to it. There aren't too many people, I know the majority of them, and everyone was pretty talkative, but not in the annoying "regular class" kind of way, just in a general discussion with the teacher sort of way. It just feels right, which I'm happy about, because I was so worried I was going to hate my English class because of my amazing experiance last year.
Period 5- AP Psychology with Mr. Joynt.
Yep, that's right, his name is Mr. Joynt. And let me tell you something. He is the coolest teacher EVER. He's so funny, but also very smart. He recognizes we need to work, but is also extremely laid back. The class itself seems really cool, but it gives of the air of a regular class, not an AP class, and this kinda bothers me. I'm sure it'll die down soon though once some people switch out because they're too lazy to work.
Period 6- AP US History with Mr. Joynt (again).
I just know it, this is going to be my favorite class. I know pretty much everyone in it, I have so many good friends in there, and of course, Mr. Joynt teaches it. This class is going to be amazing, I can feel it.
So there's my analysis for the day. Not having a 7th hour is AMAZING! I can go visit Combs and Williams as I please, and then Liz and I can get outta there whenever we want. It feels so free. I know my classes last year were amazing, but I don't know what it is about this year, but I just feel it's going to be a really really good one :)
Sunday, August 9, 2009
you're hot and you're cold, you're yes and you're no...
do you know what bothers me more than most other things? (i'm not going to say "more than everything" because there are a few things i can think of that i hate more)
guys who just CAN'T MAKE UP THEIR MIND.
one second, they're all over you, coming over to hang out, texting you 24/7, giving you all sorts of compliments. this leads you--at least for me anyway--to let your guard down, maybe open up a bit. you know, give the guy a chance.
then suddenly--BAM! they're being short when they talk to you, the cancel commitments they made with you, they won't return your texts, and they just aren't being the nice person you thought they were.
now, i'm sure most girls have dealt with this, and then just cast the guy aside. well, not me. i've been dealing with mr. hot 'n' cold for 2 going on 3 years now? and let me tell you, i am on my last nerve with this kid. we hadn't talked for a while, then started talking more recently. he seemed as though he had matured a bit and i thought to myself "you know what charlotte? just go for it. give him another chance." this being chance number 827, mind you.
things went really well for a while. he was keeping commitments, being pretty consistent with how he acted, and then what do you know it? i've found myself being cold-shouldered for the umpteenth time. why, you may ask? because he doesn't like my friends and believes i should pick him over them.
well, i've got a NEWS FLASH FOR YOU BRO!
here's the rank of things in my life:
1) Lily
2) Family
3) Camilla
4) Kylee
5) Emily, Nick, Brooke, etc.
6) My dog
7) Food
8) YOU.
so you can either suck it up and deal with it or take your little temperature-changing immature attitude and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS.
guys who just CAN'T MAKE UP THEIR MIND.
one second, they're all over you, coming over to hang out, texting you 24/7, giving you all sorts of compliments. this leads you--at least for me anyway--to let your guard down, maybe open up a bit. you know, give the guy a chance.
then suddenly--BAM! they're being short when they talk to you, the cancel commitments they made with you, they won't return your texts, and they just aren't being the nice person you thought they were.
now, i'm sure most girls have dealt with this, and then just cast the guy aside. well, not me. i've been dealing with mr. hot 'n' cold for 2 going on 3 years now? and let me tell you, i am on my last nerve with this kid. we hadn't talked for a while, then started talking more recently. he seemed as though he had matured a bit and i thought to myself "you know what charlotte? just go for it. give him another chance." this being chance number 827, mind you.
things went really well for a while. he was keeping commitments, being pretty consistent with how he acted, and then what do you know it? i've found myself being cold-shouldered for the umpteenth time. why, you may ask? because he doesn't like my friends and believes i should pick him over them.
well, i've got a NEWS FLASH FOR YOU BRO!
here's the rank of things in my life:
1) Lily
2) Family
3) Camilla
4) Kylee
5) Emily, Nick, Brooke, etc.
6) My dog
7) Food
8) YOU.
so you can either suck it up and deal with it or take your little temperature-changing immature attitude and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
i finally figured it out
as i'm becoming a junior this year, the pressure is on to figure out exactly what it is you're going to do with the rest of your life. where do you want to go to college? what are you going to be? basically, what is your ambition?
i've gone through many career choices and ideal lifestyles in my lifetime, ranging from being a doctor or lawyer in new york, or being a biochemist down here in florida or in the bahamas. i've wanted to go to the biggest colleges, harvard, princeton, stanford, all those ivy league schools. i convinced myself that being huge and successful and important with all the top names under my belt would make me satisfied, make me feel like i was living my life with a purpose. but after a while, i started realizing i didn't want any of that, much less the fact i had absolutely no idea what i actually did want. i honestly found myself considering if i even wanted to go to college at all. for the longest time now i've been so confused and scared about the future, not because i'd be moving on, but because i had NO idea what the hell i was going to move on to. everyone i know seemed to have a firm grasp on where they were going with their lives, and i was just this confused purposeless little girl.
but i think i've finally figured it out, and it took two very random events which you would never expect to be life changing. well, in my case, they were.
the first happened about a week or so ago. my mom had found a book i wrote when i was about 8 or 9. in this book, i wrote "all about me", so out of curiosity (and given my situation of not knowing what im going to do with my life) i read the "what i want to be when i grow up" page. on this page, i talked about how i want to be a writer because i love to make books and create stories. this made me think; i've always been good at writing, and over the years i've gotten even better. i'm pretty decent and creating fiction stories (but i have to say, lily takes the cake there) but what i'm best at is conveying my thoughts and opinions down on paper. i can speak my mind decently well, but when it comes to the written word, everything just flows so much better. apparently i've been like that since i was little, so this showed me i've always consistantly loved writing, unlike the other career choices i've been interested in, which usually fade in a few months.
the next event, which really kicked me over the edge, was one of those facebook "pick 5" things. it was called "your dream future." you had to pick 1 job, 1 city, 1 car, 1 husband, and 1 pet. i picked the things that i just loved, not that would necessarily make a successful future. i ended up picking a writer, los angeles, a volkswagen bus, daniel radcliffe, and a golden retriever. after looking at these selections, it hit me: this was my future! (not the daniel radcliffe part of course, but the rest of it paved the way to my final conclusion)
i had been kidding myself with the hot shot lawyer and the successful doctor from harvard. that's SO not me. i'm the most relaxed person ever, and i just want to have fun and live a chill life. i don't want to be responsible for someone living or getting sent to prison. i want to do something that people can enjoy, but most of all, that i can enjoy doing.
so here it is! my final general idea of my future :)
I'll go to any good college that will accept me and give me financial aid. it doesnt have to be a huge college with the greek life and parties everyone imagines, because that's not going to matter to me. i want to learn. after i graduate with a degree in journalism, i'm going to raise up the money to move to L.A., where i'll buy a cute little townhouse near the beach, so i can take my golden retriever Tucker for frequent runs. I'll live by myself (i'm not doing that 'move in with my boyfriend' shit. i'm living my OWN life) and work as a journalist for a newspaper, while working on my novel that i plan on getting published soon. Lily will fly in and stay in my spare bedroom during the sunny summers in L.A., and I'll fly to her and stay with her during the chilly winters in London. There's a possibility I'll meet a guy, but it won't be my main priority. I want to travel the world and have fun. Only when the absolute perfect guy comes along will I settle.
And you know what? I'll be happy with that. I may not have the most money or be the most successful person in the world, but I'll be happy, and i know i'll reach complete and total happiness when I drive off into the california sunset in my pale green volkswagen bus, with Tucker in the passenger seat, barking happily at my side.
i've gone through many career choices and ideal lifestyles in my lifetime, ranging from being a doctor or lawyer in new york, or being a biochemist down here in florida or in the bahamas. i've wanted to go to the biggest colleges, harvard, princeton, stanford, all those ivy league schools. i convinced myself that being huge and successful and important with all the top names under my belt would make me satisfied, make me feel like i was living my life with a purpose. but after a while, i started realizing i didn't want any of that, much less the fact i had absolutely no idea what i actually did want. i honestly found myself considering if i even wanted to go to college at all. for the longest time now i've been so confused and scared about the future, not because i'd be moving on, but because i had NO idea what the hell i was going to move on to. everyone i know seemed to have a firm grasp on where they were going with their lives, and i was just this confused purposeless little girl.
but i think i've finally figured it out, and it took two very random events which you would never expect to be life changing. well, in my case, they were.
the first happened about a week or so ago. my mom had found a book i wrote when i was about 8 or 9. in this book, i wrote "all about me", so out of curiosity (and given my situation of not knowing what im going to do with my life) i read the "what i want to be when i grow up" page. on this page, i talked about how i want to be a writer because i love to make books and create stories. this made me think; i've always been good at writing, and over the years i've gotten even better. i'm pretty decent and creating fiction stories (but i have to say, lily takes the cake there) but what i'm best at is conveying my thoughts and opinions down on paper. i can speak my mind decently well, but when it comes to the written word, everything just flows so much better. apparently i've been like that since i was little, so this showed me i've always consistantly loved writing, unlike the other career choices i've been interested in, which usually fade in a few months.
the next event, which really kicked me over the edge, was one of those facebook "pick 5" things. it was called "your dream future." you had to pick 1 job, 1 city, 1 car, 1 husband, and 1 pet. i picked the things that i just loved, not that would necessarily make a successful future. i ended up picking a writer, los angeles, a volkswagen bus, daniel radcliffe, and a golden retriever. after looking at these selections, it hit me: this was my future! (not the daniel radcliffe part of course, but the rest of it paved the way to my final conclusion)
i had been kidding myself with the hot shot lawyer and the successful doctor from harvard. that's SO not me. i'm the most relaxed person ever, and i just want to have fun and live a chill life. i don't want to be responsible for someone living or getting sent to prison. i want to do something that people can enjoy, but most of all, that i can enjoy doing.
so here it is! my final general idea of my future :)
I'll go to any good college that will accept me and give me financial aid. it doesnt have to be a huge college with the greek life and parties everyone imagines, because that's not going to matter to me. i want to learn. after i graduate with a degree in journalism, i'm going to raise up the money to move to L.A., where i'll buy a cute little townhouse near the beach, so i can take my golden retriever Tucker for frequent runs. I'll live by myself (i'm not doing that 'move in with my boyfriend' shit. i'm living my OWN life) and work as a journalist for a newspaper, while working on my novel that i plan on getting published soon. Lily will fly in and stay in my spare bedroom during the sunny summers in L.A., and I'll fly to her and stay with her during the chilly winters in London. There's a possibility I'll meet a guy, but it won't be my main priority. I want to travel the world and have fun. Only when the absolute perfect guy comes along will I settle.
And you know what? I'll be happy with that. I may not have the most money or be the most successful person in the world, but I'll be happy, and i know i'll reach complete and total happiness when I drive off into the california sunset in my pale green volkswagen bus, with Tucker in the passenger seat, barking happily at my side.
it's a post about nothing!
i've noticed i haven't blogged in a while, so here it goes.
uhh..what should i talk about?
i really have nothing to say, at least nothing that would be of the interest to anyone reading this.
maybe i could just start rambling and something will happen?
well, once upon a time--- no, no, that won't work..
a long time ago in a galaxy far, far-- wait, someone already did that.
HI! I'm Jory Caron and welcome to "Is it a Good Idea to-- waaaait, this isn't working.
what do you write about when you have nothing to say? and when i mean "nothing to say" i mean no concrete idea that could generate thought. i have plenty of things to literally SAY. here's a few:
the ice in my ice coffee made it watery and gross. my neck hurts. the house is too quite. i should do something more interesting. 21 days until my birthday in disneyworld. lily comes home on sunday. brooke's coming over later. the clashing colors of my sister's birthday decorations irk me. i like to color. i wonder if pineapples float? i just found a tampon under the table (true story). my printer is more tempermental than a pregnant lady without a mcflurry.
see? i have stuff to say, but no where to go with it. i mean, i guess i could possibly ramble on (oh snap, led zeppelin reference ftw) about how nobody likes it when ice waters down their delicious drink because you simply just want to take your time drinking it and aren't fast enough for the ice to room temperature ratio (did that make sense? your guess is as good as mine). but really, who would that interest? it doesn't interest me, i bored myself to figurative tears just writing that.
i seems as though unless i have a prompt in front of me or a bone to pick with someone or something, i really can't come up with anything. sort of a writer's no purpose block if you will.
wait a second, there seems to be quite a bit of writing up here. it seems that in my haste to complain about how even my superior writing skills can't generate something to talk about, i ended up talking about how sometimes you just can't find anything to talk about...
man, i'm good.
uhh..what should i talk about?
i really have nothing to say, at least nothing that would be of the interest to anyone reading this.
maybe i could just start rambling and something will happen?
well, once upon a time--- no, no, that won't work..
a long time ago in a galaxy far, far-- wait, someone already did that.
HI! I'm Jory Caron and welcome to "Is it a Good Idea to-- waaaait, this isn't working.
what do you write about when you have nothing to say? and when i mean "nothing to say" i mean no concrete idea that could generate thought. i have plenty of things to literally SAY. here's a few:
the ice in my ice coffee made it watery and gross. my neck hurts. the house is too quite. i should do something more interesting. 21 days until my birthday in disneyworld. lily comes home on sunday. brooke's coming over later. the clashing colors of my sister's birthday decorations irk me. i like to color. i wonder if pineapples float? i just found a tampon under the table (true story). my printer is more tempermental than a pregnant lady without a mcflurry.
see? i have stuff to say, but no where to go with it. i mean, i guess i could possibly ramble on (oh snap, led zeppelin reference ftw) about how nobody likes it when ice waters down their delicious drink because you simply just want to take your time drinking it and aren't fast enough for the ice to room temperature ratio (did that make sense? your guess is as good as mine). but really, who would that interest? it doesn't interest me, i bored myself to figurative tears just writing that.
i seems as though unless i have a prompt in front of me or a bone to pick with someone or something, i really can't come up with anything. sort of a writer's no purpose block if you will.
wait a second, there seems to be quite a bit of writing up here. it seems that in my haste to complain about how even my superior writing skills can't generate something to talk about, i ended up talking about how sometimes you just can't find anything to talk about...
man, i'm good.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Charlotte and Lily's List of Must-Do's in Disneyworld
so lily and i are going to disneyworld for my 16th birthday. we're getting our own room and everything and we're free to do pretty much anything we want. so, we made a list. a list of what we must do at disney because you normally can't do this stuff when you're just with family.
1) Take a bunch of jumping-on-the-bed pictures in our hotel room.
2) Walk around the hotel taking pictures with the giant statues.
3) Go to Magic Kingdom at night and see the light up parade and fireworks.
4) Stay in Magic Kingdom until it closes and we literally can't get on any rides anymore.
5) Take the Monorail somewhere/
6) Take a video while riding Everest.
7) Ride all the kiddy rides with great enthusiasm.
8) Go on the carousel in Magic Kingdom.
9) Get up really early and go to a park before it opens (preferably Magic Kingdom)
10) Walk through all the countries in Epcot and take a picture in each one.
11) Go to the hotel cafeteria really late in our PJ's and get dessert.
12) Get to the front of the line because it's my birthday.
13) Get a picture with Mickey.
14) Sit front row on Soarin'
15) Buy a picture from either Everest or Rockin' Roller Coaster.
16) Take pictures in front of all the Disney Landmarks (Castle, Golfball, Tree, Hat)
17) When asking people to take a picture of the two of us, pretend we're from England.
18) Sing the It's A Small World song completely wrong while on the ride.
19) Sneak blue slushies and food onto Haunted Mansion.
1) Take a bunch of jumping-on-the-bed pictures in our hotel room.
2) Walk around the hotel taking pictures with the giant statues.
3) Go to Magic Kingdom at night and see the light up parade and fireworks.
4) Stay in Magic Kingdom until it closes and we literally can't get on any rides anymore.
5) Take the Monorail somewhere/
6) Take a video while riding Everest.
7) Ride all the kiddy rides with great enthusiasm.
8) Go on the carousel in Magic Kingdom.
9) Get up really early and go to a park before it opens (preferably Magic Kingdom)
10) Walk through all the countries in Epcot and take a picture in each one.
11) Go to the hotel cafeteria really late in our PJ's and get dessert.
12) Get to the front of the line because it's my birthday.
13) Get a picture with Mickey.
14) Sit front row on Soarin'
15) Buy a picture from either Everest or Rockin' Roller Coaster.
16) Take pictures in front of all the Disney Landmarks (Castle, Golfball, Tree, Hat)
17) When asking people to take a picture of the two of us, pretend we're from England.
18) Sing the It's A Small World song completely wrong while on the ride.
19) Sneak blue slushies and food onto Haunted Mansion.
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