Some Crap About Time Going Fast

I keep meaning to update this here thing, but the minutes in my days keep whizzing past at a positively alarming rate, and before I know it the next day's already gone by, followed by the next, etc...

Which leaves me at this here point right now, doing my best to follow suit. Work's become more all-consuming, as I've finished my group shifts for Fantastmic crowd control and am now on Splash Mountain eight hours a day, five days a week. Everyone's really nice, but it's an exhausting job dealing with so many thousands of people every shift. I've had two formal "conversations" with New Orleans/Critter Country management about clocking out incorrectly, which means one more and I suffer the repercussions of a mandatory, documented "coaching" session! Otherwise, my actual leads all like me. They say I'm "chill" and that I should know it's a good sign if they talk shit about all the other cast members in front of me. How am I so good with authority?

Simone visited for the last two days (shout out to Simone... my one official visitor so far!), which means she had to drive all the way down from San Francisco to spend a day in the park. All you whiny Oregonians, take note: true friends don't let mileage matter. We experienced 25 attractions, including every major ride in both Disneyland and California Adventure. Now that's some serious theme-parking! Several mini-escapades ensued, but for the full stories you're gonna have to talk to one of us in person.

On another note, I won four tickets to the Conan O'Brien show on August 13! I'm so stoked! And that's all I have to say about that.

Anaheim grows hotter with each passing day, which, if you read my intro paragraph, you should know means it's getting exponentially hotter. I'm so hot! Our dishwasher broke, and no one's exactly done dishes for about the past five days, so the kitchen's a mess. Consequently, I'm eating out more, which means burritos for every meal! Just kidding... not.

I don't know what else I should report about the behind-the-scenes goings-on in Disneyland. Honestly, I'm beginning to think I should maybe keep it all more magical for the rest of you by staying quiet. I mean, who wants to know that the delicious smell of waffle cones drifting from main street's ice cream shop is fake? Or that Mickey Mouse is almost always played by a young girl?

Yeah, I didn't think so.