You know how people say stuff about the calm before the storm? Know what's even creepier? The calm after the storm. 'Cause then you're running around all, "OMG STORM! STORM!" but it's over and gone. You just have to learn to live with the aftermath. It reminds me of hurricanes, and how leaving your house for the first time after the hurricane has passed is sometimes the scariest part. Uprooted trees are unsettling.
Lorraine Says: I Think I Got a Little Emotion on Your Screen
I wasn't entirely sure that I would stick to my schedule and post today. It seems that in recent days, I've become more accustomed to blogging when nothing is happening- stretching the small topics and trite subjects of every day life.
Now, that so much has transpired, I'm absolutely overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by how much can be said and by how much I don't want to say it.
This is not me trying to be artistically vague, I swear. That's one of those things I try to avoid, because I know my nosey self hates it when people do it. What good is Facebook/Twitter stalking if all your statuses are vague, huh? I'm kidding, mostly, except for the parts where I'm not really. Don't do that.
Now, that so much has transpired, I'm absolutely overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by how much can be said and by how much I don't want to say it.
This is not me trying to be artistically vague, I swear. That's one of those things I try to avoid, because I know my nosey self hates it when people do it. What good is Facebook/Twitter stalking if all your statuses are vague, huh? I'm kidding, mostly, except for the parts where I'm not really. Don't do that.
Lorraine Says: Having No Money is Only Part of Being Broke
I think I have to say that I feel bad about complaining about having no money. Or rather, I would feel bad if I didn't preface it thus: I'm very blessed to be at a job that I love that pays me well. All my bills are paid so no one is gonna repo my stuff, or anything like that.
I'm broke because I spent my money skipping around Disney and buying everything my niece said she wanted. Plus: food.
Preface over.
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Lorraine Says: I'm My Favorite Princess
The magic of Disney World, or I should say the magic I remember Disney World having, is significantly lessened when you step up to the ticket window. The moment I think of entering Magic Kingdom, that memory flashes parking lot, tram, monorail, Magic Kingdom. Somewhere in that procession, however, there is a ticket window.
"That'll be $147.00 please."
Magic over.
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