I can't believe that it has been nearly two months or so since my last blog entry. Every time I try to write something down I find myself at a loss for words and forget so many important details. I'd just say "oh well", and move on to doing something else. I prefer not to write at all if I'm not accurate. Even when I talk to people who ask me 'what's new?' it ends up being so awkward. But here is a bit of my life in Disney World.
In the past few months alone there have been some interesting changes. Friends have come and gone. A very good friend of mine moved back home to Long Island, New York for her own reasons. Not entirely sure what those reasons were but I won't go blabbing about her personal life. I've met some new interns who have recently come out of training, all of them from Brazil. I love meeting new people, trying to find a connection but eventually (as it is with most cases) we run out of things to talk about. For instance I have very little else to say to my roommates except for how much I disdain them and everything they are about. Parties, sex, slang, underage drinking, and tollerance of underage drinking. I should have expected something like this when I signed up to merge my life among the other nameless college students. What a generation I am in. (Takes a moment to sigh) Not just the American students but all students of my age group seem to make absolutely all the wrong choices. Why can't we just go a day without smoking? Why can't we just go to the party without knocking back a few? Is it wise to light up a joint during your break with still a full six hours of work left? The answer to all of these questions is incredibly simple. 'No'. But if my roommates were asked these "opposite of difficult" questions they would quickly respond in the predictably wrong way. I am utterly tired of their ingnorance.
Now what awaits me is only 3 more weeks of this and I will be back home in frigid Iowa. Missing Christmas with the family like I did with Thanksgiving and my other favorie holidays. Parents sent me a Charlie Brown Christmas tree and I think I'm going to keep it forever. My paycheck sustains me. I can't seem to save much money, but the way I see it...now is the time for living to the fullest and doing whatever I feel like doing. In the near future there may not be enough time. I will have to live for others. The bulk of my paycheck has gone to buy suveniers for myself. Does that make me selfish? Ofcourse it does. But when will I get another chance like this? I don't want to dump all these Mickey-shaped gifts and knick-knacks on family and friends. I'm afraid it will seem like I'm gloating. But I want to get something special for each. I think I've managed to find a few things for a few special people. Even considered getting something for a couple of my pirate friends. I never thougth about getting too close to these great people because it would make separation easier. There are so many places to visit now because of this program. Long Island, New York; Nashville, Tennessee; 'Somewhere', North Carolina; Chicago, Illinois; London, England; Nice and Paris, France (the final three I am most anxious to visit).
Well I've officially run out of things to talk about. Will return later with a renewed passion for blogging.
In the past few months alone there have been some interesting changes. Friends have come and gone. A very good friend of mine moved back home to Long Island, New York for her own reasons. Not entirely sure what those reasons were but I won't go blabbing about her personal life. I've met some new interns who have recently come out of training, all of them from Brazil. I love meeting new people, trying to find a connection but eventually (as it is with most cases) we run out of things to talk about. For instance I have very little else to say to my roommates except for how much I disdain them and everything they are about. Parties, sex, slang, underage drinking, and tollerance of underage drinking. I should have expected something like this when I signed up to merge my life among the other nameless college students. What a generation I am in. (Takes a moment to sigh) Not just the American students but all students of my age group seem to make absolutely all the wrong choices. Why can't we just go a day without smoking? Why can't we just go to the party without knocking back a few? Is it wise to light up a joint during your break with still a full six hours of work left? The answer to all of these questions is incredibly simple. 'No'. But if my roommates were asked these "opposite of difficult" questions they would quickly respond in the predictably wrong way. I am utterly tired of their ingnorance.
Now what awaits me is only 3 more weeks of this and I will be back home in frigid Iowa. Missing Christmas with the family like I did with Thanksgiving and my other favorie holidays. Parents sent me a Charlie Brown Christmas tree and I think I'm going to keep it forever. My paycheck sustains me. I can't seem to save much money, but the way I see it...now is the time for living to the fullest and doing whatever I feel like doing. In the near future there may not be enough time. I will have to live for others. The bulk of my paycheck has gone to buy suveniers for myself. Does that make me selfish? Ofcourse it does. But when will I get another chance like this? I don't want to dump all these Mickey-shaped gifts and knick-knacks on family and friends. I'm afraid it will seem like I'm gloating. But I want to get something special for each. I think I've managed to find a few things for a few special people. Even considered getting something for a couple of my pirate friends. I never thougth about getting too close to these great people because it would make separation easier. There are so many places to visit now because of this program. Long Island, New York; Nashville, Tennessee; 'Somewhere', North Carolina; Chicago, Illinois; London, England; Nice and Paris, France (the final three I am most anxious to visit).
Well I've officially run out of things to talk about. Will return later with a renewed passion for blogging.
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