When my parents came Sunday, November 2nd, 2003
I went to work on Sunday at 12:00. Unfortunately, I was supposed to be there at 11:45. (Stupid Cast Link phone number). Well, crap!

First, I had to be produce stocker. I talked to Eulia, a girl who arrived the same day I did, like Toccarra, backstage. She always has to close Produce, much in the same way I always have to close Turkey Legs, there are other people who always close the same things. She pointed out to me, "Do you realize we are the only 2 girls that every get stuck produce stocking?" I had given this some thought, I was the only girl that ever seemed to do it. The thing about it is, I was never trained in Produce Stocking, or a lot of other things. A day or 2 after I stopped training, I was told, "Go produce stock" and I had no idea what that meant. (Of course, Nick, the cashier there at the time didn't either). So I'm not sure how it has been decided that I can be a produce stocker, yet I've never been made to go work in any kitchen anywhere. I went on break not too long after I started. I like getting my break later than sooner.

What I did was, I got a bike over to the parking garage with the 2 moose on it, and took a picture of them with the Earful Tower in the background. Then I rode back, and took a picture of the Tower of Terror with the metal bars from the electric guitar from the Rock 'n' Roller Coaster in the foreground. It should be good, a rare shot.

After that, I had to go be fry cart filler. Up until then, every job I had done that week, with the exception of closing, involved me doing something produce related; produce stocker, produce register, produce busser. I was practically falling asleep in that fry cart. Toccarra was in the cart with me. We talked as I filled drinks and dropped baskets of fries into the oil. Toccarra accused me of picking up Jeremy's drawl. I told her I was tired; I knew I should've brought a Starbucks with my lunch.

Then I was relieved of that position and told to go be on register at Rosie's. That was good. I don't mind doing register there. Working there got my brain jumpstarted. I could talk to people, and had to think to do change, that was stimulating.

Someone was asking me about the program, saying that their daughter was applying for Spring and how do I like it? (How can I be totally honest? I can't). "I like it alright, this is a job, you know, just like any other. The best part is on my days off I get to go to theme parks for free and get discounts" (and make sure she makes either some very close friends or a serious boyfriend).

A girl, not a little girl, maybe in her early preteens said, "You have crazy outfits." "That's exactly how I feel when I put this on." (When I relayed this story to Jeremy he said, "That's cuz y'are crazy." Well, when you're right you're right).

Japanese people are one of the biggest groupings of foreigners that we get here, after English and Hispanic of one-kind-or-another. When I am on register with them, or anyone else, when they seem done I say, "Anything else?" Most of the Japanese people know just enough English to get food, and pop questions like that aren't in their vocabulary (it's understandable, I always say to them, "All I know how to say is wakarimasen" which makes them laugh).I got some that were a little more fluent to tell me how to say anything else? in Japanese. I have of course forgotten it. All I remember is the end, "arimas ka" because those are phrases I am vaguely familiar with. I will look it up.

I closed Turkey Legs.

I had hoped that Jeremy would get me from work. He didn't. Oh well. I didn't expect him to anyway. But that just comes as a result of my complete lack of faith in people, even though Jeremy is not a flake like that. That's one of the things I like about him; he does what he says he's going to.

No one ever gets the phone in our apartment. Jenny yells, "The phone is ringing!" Stacey yells, "If it's for me, I'm not here!" And on the 3rd or 4th ring I, or Julie stands up and gets it and inevitably hands it off to someone else. There is only 2 times people call for me, if it's Jeremy, or if I get a package (usually the former, since I've only gotten 2 packages).

Jeremy and I went to McDonald's for dinner. I'm not 100% sure why. I think it's because he has no food.

We sat around my apartment and wished all my roommates, or at least Julie, would leave (nothing personal). He wanted to see pictures of my family and Kelly that were on my computer. I only didn't have a picture of my dad. So know he has a general knowledge of what they look like which means I can't put anything over on him at the bakery or whatever like I did with Toccarra. He could put something over on them though, maybe. One of the first things my mom asked about him was, "What does he look like?" "He has dark brown hair, dark eyebrows, gorgeous blue eyes, full lips, skinny, taller than me, and tan." I'm not that tan. The only reason one can tell I am remotely tan is because of my tan line, which is a white outline of a watch on my left wrist; how square am I? I've told him I was jealous of his tan. He said I wasn't supposed to have one because I was from the north (uuuh...What does that have to do with anything?).

Jeremy has on 2 separate occasions, jokingly, I think, said he wants to move out to California. I'm not 100% sure what to make of that (I wouldn't even be thinking about it had he only said it the one time on the phone to his friend). I just know I don't want this program to end (because I love being asked 100 times a day where the bathroom is) because I don't want to give up one of the best things that happened to me. I wonder sometimes if I like him more than he likes me, if it matters. Probably. (What are some other great things that happened to me? Kelly, going away to college for one thing, just doing this program will probably prove to be one of those too because of what it will do for me).

He said something else that kinda caught my attention. Jenny just had a niece born yesterday, making her an aunt again. He said, "Do you ever think you will be an aunt?" "I doubt it, at least not anytime soon." "In more ways than one right?" (How many ways are there?). "Well, I don't see my brother getting married anytime soon, so..." "Yeah, and plus I'm an only child." (Uh, even if you weren't wouldn't that mean we would have to be married or something?).

Cara is dying to go see Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I guess I'll go with her. Anyway, going to get that boy from work on Monday. Oh! And the 40% on merchandise has kicked in too; time to completely buy out that Donald Duck store.

I have 4 pictures left on my camera. Not only does he want to send a picture of me to his friend (I think I am going to send him one of the ones with me with my Steven Tyler picture, mostly because I look good in one of those pictures, "And she can paint too") he wants more pictures of us, of which we have none. I have some of him from golfing, but none of he and I. Plus I want one of him in his costume that he hates. He's ok about doing pictures. I get the impression he's a little like me, he doesn't really like to, but he will cooperate. This is unlike Kelly, who when someone pulls out a camera she strikes a pose, or hangs off of me or makes a silly face. This is unlike my aunt who when someone pulls out a camera, she hides or cusses them out. I wish I had more pictures of us too. I'm going to make a photo album of my time here. Not a scrapbook, god knows when my mom would get around to it. An album that I can immediately display my photos in.

Top 10 Reasons Why Disney-MGM Studios is Better than Magic Kingdom
1. Buses from Vista leave every 20 minutes vs. every half hour.
2. You do not need to take a shuttle from the parking lot to the cast entrance.
3. MGM almost always closes earlier than Magic Kingdom.
4. No tunnels to navigate.
5. MGM Cast Members can take up to 5 costumes, and take them home with them. Magic Kingdom can't take their costumes home.
6. MGM has bicycles you can ride between the gates. Magic Kingdom has nothing.
7. MGM Studios is never as crowded as Magic Kingdom
8. Fully costumed MGM Cast Members can walk anywhere in the park in front of guests. Costumed Magic Kingdom Cast Members are only allowed to walk through their land.
9. MGM Studios doesn't have stupid late-night events for special paying guestomers.
10. We just rock, that's all.

Monday, November 3rd, 2003
While in class I called my mom on a break to tell her about having the Tuesday of next week off, in addition to all the other time I requested. She had planned this day as a shopping day, apparently. I mentioned Jeremy had that day off too. "Well, he's welcome to come with us, and get lunch or something." (Cool!)

After updating, I wrote a letter to my cousin Amy. It was all about how paranoid I was. (I obsess to death). The possibility that I might...dare I say... love Jeremy was scaring me. (I'm not really good with this whole emotional thing). And even more so than that, repressing these feelings so that I didn't accidentally let the wrong words slip and scare him. I've been trying and trying to call her about the issue, but it never happened.

Cara and Stacey made Manwiches and they let me have some.

Cara, as I mentioned, was dying to go to that Texas Chainsaw movie. But I promised Jeremy I would pick him up from work. He wanted to do something else for a while and was not invited to the movie. So I figured I would go to Magic Kingdom, with Cara, pick Jeremy up, take him to wherever-he-wanted, Cara and I go and watch the movie while he's doing who-knows-what at who-knows-where. (Good plan!).

Cara and I went to Magic Kingdom. We walked through the tunnels that she'd never been through before. We came out by Jeremy's bakery. She saw him before he saw us. It took all her strength to contain herself from bursting out laughing at him in his outfit. "He looks gay!" "He'd agree with you."


I talked to him a bit. The fireworks show was going on, so there was virtually no one in the bakery. (He's such a cutie, not in his outfit exactly. Just him. I'm kinda flustered right now). I took a picture of him in his outfit, and one with the 2 of us (now I personally have photographic evidence of us as a couple).

Cara and Jeremy were both trying really hard to contain themselves around one another; I made them promise to be good. As I saw the tensions mounting again, I said, "Hey! Knock it off! Be nice!" "Yes, mother," both Cara and Jeremy said, practically in unison. The look on their faces, when they both realized they'd said the same thing, was funny. I figure Cara and I are often on the same wavelength, and Jeremy and I are often on the same wavelength, ergo, the three of us are all there together.

Cara and I shopped for a bit on Main Street, since the rest of the park was closed. I ended up buying 2 pins, one of Donald Duck dressed like a devil captioned "Bad Boy" and the other an outline of the state of California (luckily enough) and Donald with a surfboard. I got them only because they are so rare, and I get 40% off.

While in one store, I saw rock candy in 3 packs. Both Cara and I said we loved it. So I suggested we buy some. It turned out to somehow be 80% off vs. 40% (whoo hoo!). She and I each picked out a stick and started to eat it. Before she really realized what she implied, she said, "Why don't we give the third stick to him?" (Buuuut...that would mean you were being nice to him. Can you deal with that?).

We went back down at about 10 to 8. Cara checked out all the guys that came out of the men's locker room. He came at 8:25. Somewhere between the shuttle to the tunnels and my car, I was giving a friend of his a ride home too. I saw a deer on the lawn across from Disney University.

I dropped him off back in his apartment, by which time, Cara and Jeremy were both coming unglued and starting to trade insults. When he got out of the car, she reiterated that he was a dork. (Well, duuuuh!).

Why is my apartment so bloody cold all the time! This is Florida! It's supposed to be at least comfortably warm!

We went to the movie at Downtown Disney. We walked around a little first, but not much. It was a pretty sick movie. It was creepy, and gory, but not that scary. Cara jumped out of her seat a couple of times. That was funny.

I'm tired. Where is that boy?! My class ring is so loose right now. It feels like I just showered after going to the gym, that's always when it felt it’s loosest. As I am writing this it's nearly 1 am.

I'm trying to figure out which one of the 2 of us is more whipped. It's a trade off. If both are whipped, does that mean neither truly are? Does that make any sense? It's too late.

(OK, he called finally at around 1:05).

It was getting to the point where I was getting horizontal, and "just resting my eyes." He finally called around 1:00. He wanted to come over and hang out. I said yes, even though I was incredibly tired.

We drank some of the punch I had purchased on the way home from the movies. It got to be 2ish 2. (This is where the story gets interesting...).

We started talking to each other about...stuff. We pretty much said how much we cared for each other, how the other made the program worthwhile, how we've never felt this way about someone before, how we don't want to lose each other just because the program ended, and how "the thing" was the best thing I've ever said. He also mentioned something about how his mom liked me, which was somehow significant. And how she's all along said I was special and to not let me go.

Then he started saying to me, very seriously this time, "I want to move to California with you." (OK, that's the third time he's said it, I don't think he's kidding around anymore). I told him that sounded nice and that it would be great. I started thinking though, "He wouldn't be saying this voluntarily if something deep and emotional on his part wasn't there. Plus that whole thing about me not being aunt?"

I got weird on him right about now. He's never seen me like that. It was like all those times during my identity crisis when I felt something I didn't think I should feel because it was new/different. So I held back. What I did say was, "You scare me." At first he thought it was because of the possibility of him moving to California. "No, it's not that, you make me feel things I've never felt before." Later, he told me he was trying to get a specific answer out of me, "Could you give me a hint?" "It's a deep emotion." "I don't know. Give me another hint." I also kept saying, "I don't want to scare you!" and him saying, "You won't. Now just say it." "I can't." "Is it 1 word?" "No, it's 3." (Way to be obscure there, retard!). "You know what it is, don't you?" I said. "I have a guess," he said, his face calm (Crap! There's no escaping this one. Why did you have to open your big fat mouth?!). But I figured if he's already figured it out, and he still hasn't run screaming into the night, maybe it's ok... "I completely understand if you don't feel the same way..." (Just say it, already!).

"I love you," I said, feeling awkward and relieved at the same time. For some reason, that was so much more difficult than saying, "Hi, you're cute!" I guess mostly because I didn't expect results then. I looked to him for a scared reaction. "I love you too," he returned. (Oh, wow!). "How long have you felt this way?" he asked me. "A couple of weeks," I said. "Me too. I've just been too afraid to say anything because I've heard that was the #1 girl scare-off." "I thought it was the guy's." "I've been waiting for you to say it first," he said. "So have I." Apparently, his best friend advised that he wait for the girl to say it first. And I just figured out that I really didn't want to be the first, even if I was. It's ironic that we have both been holding back, yet feeling the same thing. Another example of being on the same mental. He asked me about a couple of instances when I felt love; when I bought that button for him, for one. I told him the night he talked to Kelly first time, she was returning my call. I had called her earlier to talk about it, but couldn't later when she called back. He asked, "Does anyone else know?" I said the only person I confided in about this was Amy in the e-mail. It was about 3 am at this time. I showed him Amy's phone number stored in my cell phone. He called it. (What are you doing?!). Of course no one picked up. "Hello, this is Amanda's boyfriend, Jeremy. I just want you to know that I love her and she loves me. And we hope you approve. Bye."

We stayed up until about 4 am, talking about each other. There was also a little bit of talk about the scary M-Word in there too. That was all in jest. He got on his knees and purposed to me in my bathroom. That threw me at first. I told him not right now. He understood; he didn't want go that far either.

Tuesday, November 4th, 2003
I think I only got 3 hours of sleep that night. I woke up at 7:30 to Stacey's blow drier as she was getting ready for work. "Why are people vacuuming at 7:30?!" I thought, before coming to a more logical conclusion. I got up and wrote about the night before.

This was the day I was supposed to have off, but opted to work because I will have a next-to-zilch paycheck come next-next, Thursday.

I was in a great mood that morning, despite lack of sleep, wouldn't you be? They made me be a filler in Rosie's, one of my least favorite jobs. I was falling asleep around 2:00. The 3 hours of sleep was taking its toll. I was so excited about not being in denial, and having someone return those feelings I had to write about it. This is a good feeling.

I talked to Jeremy that morning. I got a little freaked out that he would forget everything that happened the night before. He didn't. He whispered it to me. (Aw! Can't wait to tell Cara; give her even more reason to hate him).

I hope I don't get extended. I'm supposed to leave at 7:00 today; the only way I cannot close is to take someone else's non-closing shift. I hope I get put on cash register. I need something a bit more human contact/intellectually stimulating than picking up hamburgers and calling out numbers like Ben Stein.

It's a good thing I took the pictures of the moose when I did (even though that picture will be totally backlit) one of them has since deflated.

Who cares?!

My boy loves me, and I love him!

I forget what I did the rest of Tuesday other than go to Taco Hell (as Jeremy called it for dinner).

I got a text message from Kelly saying she was coming in at 5:30 in the morning on the 17th. Therefore, she is expecting me to get her, "because I love her." (How much do I love her?) Jeremy thinks I should leave her there until it's a reasonable hour. My mom thinks I should give her specific instructions on taking the Mears bus. I Text Messaged her and told her Jeremy and I loved each other; I kinda wanted to talk about it. I didn't hear from Kelly, so I figured I wouldn't at all that night.

That whole saying I love you thing seemed weird to say at first, almost forced. Like when I had only known him a few days and wanted to consider Jeremy my boyfriend, but almost had difficulty doing such. It's more natural now. I had a long talk with Stacey about it that night though. That was good. Jeremy and I went swimming at the spa that night too. ("It's a hot tub!" I am told, "buuuut...It says spa on that big ol' sign over there...").

Just as I was about to seriously go to sleep, my phone rang. (I wonder who this could be...). Sure enough, it was Kelly, just getting out of class. "It's 1:30!" "Well, I know you like to stay up late." "We're trying to sleep!" "We?! Who's 'we'?!" "Julie and I." I wanted to talk to her about the moment, but I was too tired. She was very lucky she was 3000 miles away, I was about ready to kill her.

Wednesday, November 5th, 2003
So, I worked on Wednesday. I had to be there at 10:30, the earliest I've ever had to be there.

I was put on register at Rosie's. It was weird just sitting around in there all closed up but knowing it was going to be open soon. Something happened in there at around 10:45 that I’ve never been privy to because I've never been there that early. They had a little pre-opening meeting with announcements. When it was over we were almost ready to open. I was a little angry that the managers made me tuck my shirt into my skort; I've never been asked to do so before; it's not nearly so comfortable. If I am to wear this awful thing, I should be comfortable.

Nothing extraordinary happened at Rosie's in the morning. I got to speak in both Spanish and Japanese. A Japanese family came up to my window. I said, "Ohyogozaimas" to the little girl. I didn't understand what she said to her parents. She looked really happy and said a phrase containing the word, "Nihongo" which means Japanese language; I assume, "She speaks Japanese!"

At 2:00 they gave me my break. This threw me off at first, I thought, "Buuuuuut...I've only been working 2 hours...no wait, I've been working 3 1/2." I had an hour break that day, the first one I've had in a long time. On part of that break, I had planned to go to the computer lab. It started raining about 15 minutes into it. It was raining fully by the time my break was over, and pouring by the time I was reassigned to Rosie's register.

It's always interesting to be at Rosie's when it's pouring, more so than any of the other establishments. I always watch the people crowded under the marquee at the Carthay Christmas store. Don't get too much business then. Every once in awhile a brave soul will cross the rain for a cherished hamburger, but only occasionally.

Something that made me feel really good happened there. A family came through the rain and ordered food for all of them. I kinda talked to them. I noticed the little girl had an autograph book. "Oh, wow! Are you getting a lot of autographs?" "No, I haven't even seen any characters." (How sad, stupid rain). "Oh, I'm sorry." "Will you sign my book?" "I would love to sign your book!" I autographed her book and wrote Rosie's Cafe in it. I felt really good.

Later on in the evening, after the rain stopped, something not-so-warm-and-fuzzy happened. Kris, the brace-faced jailbait who told me about the additional Aerosmith concert, stuck a piece of ice down the back of my shirt. I felt it, but ignored the feeling and decided I wouldn't give him the satisfaction or make any attempt to make an ass of myself. Then he started coming up to me and patting my lower back looking for the ice cube so that it would be against my skin. "I guess the words unwanted physical contact mean nothing to you, do they?" After doing this for sometime, he said, "Where is it? Don't you feel that?" "Feel what?" "You're no fun." Not long after this, I was moved to my closing position at Turkey Legs. As soon as I got out of Rosie's, I untied my apron, and let the piece of ice fall out of my untucked shirt.

I don't remember that anything significant happened that night. Jeremy and I got fast food somewhere, it seems like. Oh, wait, I remember now...

Jeremy invited me to go play softball with some of his compadres from work at a field on Disney property near the scary road by Magic Kingdom and 535. We got Burger King beforehand. We all warmed up. I played catch with all his friends and he was hardly around. Jeremy and I got picked last to be on the same team. I had to bat after Jeremy, which I didn't like too much. Apparently, I'm not a special case, he aggravates more or less indiscriminately. All the people at work call him "Hee Haw" though. (And to hear Jeremy yell that is scary; it's like he almost does it too well). The point of all this is, I wish I hadn't gone after him because then he would be tormenting someone else while on base who was batting that wasn't me. "You wanna hit that white thing that's coming at you." "Bite me!" (Mr. Atrocious Batting Stance). "OK, I will." The crowd ooooed, "Hey, Keep that stuff in the bedroom!" someone yelled. I scored once, Jeremy scored 3 times.

Thursday, November 6th, 2003
Thursday, the day my parents were to arrive, I had to be at work at 10:30 again. They put me on register at Turkey Legs. It was OK. Just right about the time I was starting to believe most people weren't complete idiots, the unthinkable happened...again. Someone, dead serious, asked how long a footlong was. (Oh, great. There's more than one idiot in the world). "12 inches," I said, feeling my whole demeanor change. (My dad says next time someone asks me that, I should answer them in centimeters; this story gets better). "Yeah, but how long is that?" (Oh, lord! You've got to be kidding me!). "Just a moment, I'll show you one," I said. I got someone to make me a hotdog, and showed it to the idiot. "Oh, wow! That's a really long footlong!" (No, if it was a long footlong it would be 14 inches). I wanted to cry and lose all faith in people. It reminded me of that quote by Albert Einstein, "There are 2 things that are infinite, the universe and human stupidity. I'm not sure about the latter."

After my break, I was on bussing for maybe about a half hour. Then I was put back on register at Turkey Legs where I remained until we closed.

Jeremy came over. I started doing laundry. I did about 3 different loads. He came into my room, saw all these dirty clothes on the ground organized by color and category. "Are you going to do laundry." "No, I just thought I would organize my dirty clothes into color all over the floor and stare at them." "You are such a smart ass!" Julie high fived me. Sometime in the moments I stepped out to do laundry, my parents called, of course. My mom was not happy on the voice mail she left where she couldn't get a hold of me. (She takes it really personal if she can't get a hold of you on your phone, I don't know why). In addition, Stacey came out with the cordless phone from our apartment. "You have a call." (The only person who ever calls me is here...). It was Cara. She wanted to know if I wanted to go to PI. I told her no, mostly because I was more interested in being with Jeremy. Stacey later told me what had happened was, she asked if Stacey wanted to go, she said no, she asked if Jacque wanted to go, she wasn't home, she asked if I was there.

I called my parents right back after coming in the house. It conversation basically came down to, We want to go to Beginnigan's with you. (Good thing I didn't got to PI). My mom said, "Is your friend there?...Would he like to go with us?" So that's how it happened that Jeremy and I went to Beginnigan's that night.

We went into the restaurant and waited for them. He told me, "I'm suddenly feeling kinda nervous." We all had a good dinner. Jeremy, for obvious reasons, didn't talk too much. Mike talked to him a little bit. At one point, Jeremy said something about "y'all" (meaning my family) doing something. He then repeated the just word "y'all" with different inflection, as if he was suddenly very aware of his accent and slang. My brother commented, "The only people who say y'all are cowboys and hicks." (I wasn't sure how much Jeremy caught on to what he was saying). I tried to stop him before Mike went much further. I wanted to reach across the table and ring his neck. My parents paid for all of us. When we left, he said, "Well how do you think I did?" I told him I didn't see any reason why he wouldn't have passed. We walked back to my apartment. They checked into their hotel room and called to tell me where they were. They told me they wanted me to be at their hotel room at 8:00 for Disney fun to begin. I thought I would be getting up at 8:00.

At 7:05 the next morning, I got a phone call saying, "Be here at 8:00 in the lobby, not the room." This meant I had to get my sorry butt out of bed. (Grrr...). I got up and drove over to that hotel. Lucy met us over there. We went to the food court at the All Star for breakfast. I had a cream cheese pastry. Jeremy wanted to find out how well he faired in the eyes of my parents. They volunteered the information, "He seems like a nice boy, he was pretty quiet and kinda cute." (Yay!) And, "His accent wasn't that bad." They also later asked, "What did he think of us?" The thought that they might be wondering how they passed judgment in his eyes never crossed my mind. I told them, "He thought you were pretty cool."

I drove Mike and myself over to Epcot. It was strange to be at Epcot so early in the morning. I've only seen it in full daylight once, and that was the day I went to all the hotels and walked into the France entrance.

We first went over to Mission Space. We tried to get fast passes for it, but the machines were broken. So they were just handing them out. So we managed to go to Test Track and get passes for that too.


The first thing we went on was Universe of Energy on which my mom promptly fell asleep, even through the dinosaur part. We then went on Mission Space. The best part about that was hearing Lucy scream, but they were happy sounding screams vs. terrified ones. Then we went on Test Track, which she really enjoyed, more screaming, and digging into my arm with her fingers.

Then we walked into World Showcase, Mexico first, to begin enjoying the Food and Wine Festival. The first thing we ate was some watermelon water from Mexico. It was good.

We made our way around the world. I had...I forget what it was, something like flan but vanilla and whiskey flavored from Ireland.


In Norway, Lucy, Mike, and I went on the Norway ride, Maelstrom, which I haven't been on in about 12 years, maybe only 7. I liked it better this time around. Before I thought it was kinda dumb. I had to buy straw ornaments for my mom to give to my Grandma and Mrs. Reed as gifts.

In China, we shared some sort of pancake thing, skewered chicken, and I had tangerine mousse. That was very good.

At the Australian booth we had Shrimp.

Italy was the best pavilion. My dad had ziti, which was really good, I split a canole with Mike, and I had pizza which was great, real pizza, not like Domino's crap.

We went to America. There we went on the American Adventure. That was OK, done it before. After that, my mom got a crab cake, and Lucy and I each got tiny wedges of cheesecake (with blueberry not-so-hidden Mickeys on them).

In Morocco, my dad and mom each got lemon chicken, which I have gotten before.


We went into France. We saw the movie there, and afterwards got...I forget what it's called-- Crème Goulet! That's it. It was good. The black part tasted like burnt marshmallow.

It was getting late by this time, and we still had some stuff left in Future World to do. One thing we tried to do, was go to the Garden Grill to see Stacey or Cara. Neither was there.


Then we went into the Living Seas. Mike said something interesting in Living Seas. I asked what he though of Jeremy. He said, "He's very nice, you should be lucky." (What?) "Oh, really? Why's that?" "Because you love him, and he loves you and you are both in love." I cracked up. We never said anything to my parents, or him, about being in love. It would have been funnier was it not true.

We were in there for a few minutes. Then we went across to Wonders of Life where we saw Cranium Command.

I then walked fast over to Germany to make sure we made our dinner priority seating time. An interesting thing happened there. I quickly walked over ahead of the rest of my family. The guy wrote down it would be 6:55 before we would be seated. He gave me a little light-up vibrating thingy. My dad, who came about 5 minutes later, after I told him it would be about 10 minutes, decided he had to get in line to hassle the guy about the dinner reservation. I told him we didn't have a reservation, we had priority seating, which means, as soon as a table is available after that time, we get it. He decides he is going to continue standing in line, and hassle the guy up at the podium. No sooner does he get up there, than the little vibrator goes off. Stupid-head.


We went into the restaurant, and had the smorgasbord. It was very good. I used a coupon of mine that I had gotten and saved about $80.00. Even at that, it was still $88.00. I was only supposed to get the discount on 4 people with my discount, but the waitress gave us the discount on all 5 of us.

Mike, Dad and Lucy ran over to Spaceship Earth. My mom and I shopped in Mexico. She bought a parrot on a metal circle there. We went outside to a walkway and watched the fireworks, and went home after that. Jeremy came over and after that.

Saturday, November 7th, 2003
The next day we went to Magic Kingdom. Jeremy was supposed to work at 11:45 or something like that. They called me at 8:00 this time (thank god!). I drove down to the All Star. We all drove to McDonald's for breakfast. It was more expensive than in the themepark or at the hotel. I then drove by myself to the Cast Member parking lot and took the bus over to Magic Kingdom. Then I went to the hub where the Walt and Mickey statue is. I waited for my parents. It took them a lot longer to get down there; they played with the monorail, rented an electric stroller-- I mean wheelchair, then decided that they needed to buy a teeny tiny $10 bottle of sunscreen, for which they wanted to use my 40% off. Somehow we kept getting separated from each other, and calling each other on our cell phones; so California preppy, call someone when they are standing on the opposite street corner from you. We also managed to get our picture taken by the photographers that they have standing around in the street.

From there we went to Frontierland and got Fast Passes for Splash Mountain. After that, we went to Adventureland. All the lines were long. My mom said, "Why aren't all these kids in school?" "Because it's Saturday," I said. "Oh, right..." The first thing we went on was the Tiki Room. They updated it to be different from the one in Disneyland to star Iago and Zazu. I miss the Hawaiian War Chant with the singing flowers and the chanting tikis in the wall. That was cool. The best part about the new one is the outdoor preshow with 2 parrots acting as agents for Iago and Zazu voiced by Don Rickles and the late great Phil Hartman (such a tragedy). Pirates's line was too long, as was the Magic Carpet's.

So we went on the Haunted Mansion. It was good, as always. I rode with my mom. Whenever I get stuck on that ride, I get stuck in the same position, the part in the graveyard where you are more or less horizontal. I never get stuck in any of the cool parts, the singing busts, the ballroom, none of that. Of course this time was no exception. The other bad place I have gotten stuck on that ride is within about 2 feet of the exit conveyor belt; the end is in sight and if only your safety bar was up you could leave, but you are stuck.

We went back over to Splash Mountain. Mike, Dad and I went on it. A rather humorous thing happened. Because it was busy, they had the ride programmed so that every third log that came down the flume not only splashed up at the people sitting on the ride, but all the people on the bridge that goes over last part of the ride where it loops around on the Rivers of America as well. It was a rather muggy day and my mom wanted to get wet. She parked her car right in a very wet spot of the bridge and awaited her dowsing. When it splashed up onto the bridge, it all landed about a foot in front of her keeping her dry. The three of us went on Splash Mountain. It's longer than the one in Disneyland. After the ride, I looked for Jeremy's roommate Drew; I didn't find him. When my mom tried to get wet again after we got off the ride, she moved to the other side of the splash area, and barely missed it again. It was funny.

We got lunch after that. Mike and Dad got hot dogs at a stand near Splash Mountain. They carried them down to the Harbor House, which is a chicken and seafood place in Liberty Square. My mom and I had clam chowder in a bread bowl. The soup was good, the bread bowl was too wheaty and grainy; not exactly like the ones at the French Market in New Orleans Square, unfortunately.

After that we walked to Philharmagic. It was broken, apparently, it had been since about 10:00 that morning. So we went into the Donald Store (yay!). I saw a Small World shirt, in addition to every piece of Donaldabilia there. I noticed they no longer had the Donalds in the sorcerer’s hat. That made me glad I had one. I still have to get the one of him in the scuba mask. During the time Mom and I shopped, Mike and Dad went to Space Mountain to get Fast Passes.

We walked over to Tomorrowland. Mike and my dad went on Carrousel of Progress, my mom and I shopped. While waiting for my dad and Mike to come back, I got pooped on my arm by a bird, making it the 6th time that's happened (the 4th time in a Disney park). It doesn't even bother me anymore. It's more like I'm trying to break some kind of world record.


Then we went on the Tomorrowland Transit Authority. I saw Aivy working on that ride (you remember Aivy; the girl I met and took to the meeting the first day). She remembered me. That was a good ride.

After that we went on the Timekeeper, it's a Circlevision movie showing time travel starring the voices of Robin Williams as the robot who invented and controls the time machine, and Rhea Pearlman as Nine-eye, the robot who sees all the time travel stuff. It's funny. The only problem I have with it is they say that the date is 2003, yet they show New York City, the Twin Towers are included in the movie; just a big ol' glaring error, that's all.

It was decided that we go use our Fast Passes on Space Mountain, then it would be time for ice cream (and the pretty boy who rings it up). My mom wanted a picture of Jeremy in his outfit in the hopes that she might make a little paper man out of him for scrapbooking (he'll be excited to hear about that). The three of us went on Space Mountain. It was good. I got to sit in the very front. Otherwise, nothing too extraordinary.


We walked back over to the Timekeeper where we left mom on her stroller. To my surprise, Jeremy was sitting on the bench next to her. He had requested an ER that day. The manager had told him not to count on it because 4 people had called in sick, and he would be lucky not to get extended till closing ("Getting extended" is something one never has to worry about when they are scheduled to close always). After working for about 2-2 1/2 hours, he was given that ER. From then on, he wandered the Magic Kingdom hoping to find us. He was about to go watch the Timekeeper when he saw my mom. (Or she saw him; I forget which exactly).

Jeremy had still wanted me to go on the Timekeeper, which he thought he'd never done before. He asked me to stay with him. My family went ahead to Fantasyland to see if Philharmagic was working yet. Jeremy remembered previously going on the attraction after it started.


After we were done, I tried to call my parents to find out where they were. My phone died before my dad could answer the phone. This created a challenge. First, Jeremy and I walked over to Philharmagic to see if they were anywhere in the vicinity. Not only were they not there, but the ride was not operating yet. I tried to call them on a payphone using a credit card. All I got was a recording saying over and over again, "One moment, please." Jeremy attempted to pool our change together to see if it was enough for a long-distance cell phone call. It wasn't of course. So I got $4 in quarters over at the Haunted Mansion store. I used $2 on the call. My dad finally answered. He said he was on Small World (the amazing part about this is that he was actually able to receive the call while inside the ride). He said, "We're right by the hippo on Small World." (I hate that hippo!) "You're right by the hippo on Small World?" I repeated so that Jeremy would hear. He started laughing, "It was a cute hippo though." (Can it, dork!). We went across the way and waited for them to get off the ride. They had also gotten us Fast Passes for the Peter Pan ride.

When they came off, we went on the Hall of Presidents.

Then we went on the Pirates of the Caribbean. Jeremy proclaimed he was the skeleton pirate driving the boat on that ride (he says this because of his thin build. Had they had the scene with all the pirates sitting around in the bar drinking and picture of the half naked lady, he might've said he was one of them).

From there we walked over to the Crystal Palace, a restaurant next to Jeremy's ice cream shop. They were all booked up for the night. We then walked over to Cosmic Ray's fast food place (The #1 grossing Quick Service food and Beverage spot on property, #2: Sunset Ranch Market! Whoo Hoo!). Jeremy and I had hot dogs. I asked the guy what was in an all-beef hot dog. I think there was something in my eyes that gave me away. He paused, looked at me, said, "Ha, ha, very funny. What else do you want?"

After dinner, we went to the Teacups. My mom took a picture of Jeremy in a cup together. (Which evidentally did not come out).


We walked into Fantasyland to see if the Philharmagic was working yet by this time, it was. The wait said 45 minutes, however. Jeremy and I decided we didn't want to wait that long. My mom was angry with us. He and I went on the no-lined Small World while they were in line. He commented on the hippo. And we discussed at which point it was in the ride I was specifically ready to deck him after he had said it.


My parents did not wait 45 minutes for Philharmagic; they waited maybe 20 minutes. Had we known that for sure, we would've gone with them. When they got out, we went on the Peter Pan ride. My parents went ahead of us, Mike went alone behind them, then Jeremy and I. The ride stopped right in the Darling's bedroom. Jeremy and I promptly started making out. After the ride was over, and my mom had taken a picture of the 2 of us in our pirate ship, my brother started in with me, "Mandy, were you and Jeremy kissing on the Peter Pan ride?" (Busted!) "I don't know were we?" I kinda talked with him in circles about it. My dad took him aside and said something to him about it; I'm not sure what. I felt like walloping him though; we are adults (Jeremy said "mature adults" I told him the first part of that phrase was debatable) who have been dating for 2 months; at this point in our relationship, if we are "allowed" to do anything, it ought be kiss.

Then we watched the fireworks from the area between the Carrousel and the Peter Pan ride. This was really strange for a few reasons. The first was the audio was broken for the first 3/4 of the show. The second was we were right between the 2 places they shoot off fireworks. The buses come very close to where we were. There is even a sign, "Beware of fireworks fallout" by that bus stop, and buses won't go to the parking lot during this time. Then they shoot fireworks from out of the castle on either the left or right, so that when you are on Main Street, looking at the castle, you can see fireworks behind, and on either side of the castle. So we were surrounded on both our left and right by fireworks being shot off right next to us, more or less. It was a pretty cool experience.

After this, we went to go find a spot for the parade, and get the pictures we took that morning in front of the castle. We only had to buy one of them because I had a coupon for a free picture. The line at the pick up place was very long. My mom stayed parked in a special wheelchair area further down Main Street. Jeremy, Dad, Mike, and I got caught up watching the parade down by where it begins by the firehouse on Main Street. I have seen it a bunch of times, not nearly as many as Jeremy though, he's sick of it, probably about as sick as I am of that Beauty and the Beast show.

There was this one float in the parade. They have a unit devoted to some scenes in Fantasia. One of the floats is from Dance of the Hours...with the dancing hippo. As soon as I saw it, I knew he was going to say something. Jeremy had been watching the parade about 20 feet from Mike, Dad and I. He finally walked over to me. "Dork!" I said before he could make any kind of hippo-related commentaries, or say anything else. He walked away.

After the parade, Jeremy and I took the tunnels out and drove home together, the rest of them got on the monorail back to the parking lot.

We got back around midnight or 1. I was so tired. I pretty much laid down on my bed and passed out, completely incoherent. I'm not used to doing theme parks quite like this anymore. Usually, I go, spend 3 or 4 hours, decide there's nothing else I need/want to do, go somewhere else. I'm not used to, for one thing, getting up at 7 am, and walking all over the park all day seeing everything until 10-12:00 at night.


Sunday, November 9th, 2003
They came to the apartment around 10:00. They saw the place, thought it was ok, and took a picture of me in front of my water hazard. I showed them the pool and spa. Jeremy was parked closer to my apartment than his for a little while, I showed them his car, which "Wasn't that pink." They also asked, "Why did he park next to your building?" "Oh, because he spends a lot of time over at my apartment." I showed them where Jeremy lived. My mom asked, "Why doesn't he just drive from your apartment to his?" My apartment is probably a grand total of the equivalency of 4 buildings away from him, it's about a 2-minute walk. I don't think she found the whole "he's too close to drive" explanation too... I don't know.

Sunday was work. I had to be in at...I forget what time. 12:45, I think. The most unique thing about work today was this was day 2 of the Stupid Soap-- I mean Super Soap Weekend. That meant that A. About half a dozen ABC soap opera stars, including Susan Lucci, were in MGM, B. The park was incredibly busy. I could I guess have asked for this day off too. However, I felt bad about skipping the whole weekend when so many people had to work, and I wanted my parents to see me working. I took the bus over there.


I saw them again when they were renting the wheelchair. It was too late and too busy to get an electric chair so they had just a push one. The wheelchair/stroller rental is right between the gates I have to walk through for work. So they saw me. "That's a cute outfit!" said my mom, as she took my picture. (You wear it everyday and see how you like it).


First thing they told me to do was restock Scoops (just as long as I don't have to scoop there...). No one realized Scoops needed restocking, including the people working there. My parents saw me at Sunset Ranch pushing the cart with all the ice cream on it and took my picture. I did nothing for the rest of the allotted 1/2-hour to do that task.

I went back and they made me one of my least favorite things, especially on a day like today, filler at Rosie's. I was working there when I had a little mishap. I was filling a cup of coffee, I pulled the cup away from the nozzle, and accidentally caught the edge of the cup on the nozzle spilling hot coffee all over the back of my hand. It hurt a lot. I know I said something distinctly un-Disney-like. I started running cold water on it. A manager was standing right there and asked me if I wanted to go to first aid. I said yes; get out of work for a few minutes. I saw Ted, a coworker backstage. I told him what happened, and that I was going to first aid. "Oh, so you'll have a few hours off. Have fun." (A few hours?!) A report had been filed that I went to first aid.

I was under the impression at that time that first aid would be something like the guest first aid; a little building somewhere backstage where they give you an ice pack, rub a little cream on it, less than a half hour later, they say, "Get back to work and be more careful." First, GT Fran and I got into a van. (OK, we have to take that road around backstage and go somewhere like by the Muppets or some crazy thing). Then we drove off MGM. (What?) By the time I realized we were going somewhere far away I asked "Is it too late to change my mind?" She said it was better to be safe than sorry and I should just go anyway. I didn't want to go so far away. I felt guilty about leaving all those people to deal with the Stupid Soaps. Plus my family would come looking for me.

Where I ended up was at a building with doctor's offices in the outskirts of the Epcot cast parking lot. I was dumped off there. I was taken to a doctor’s office, given an ice pack, and asked questions like, "When was your last period?" (I spilled coffee on my hand, not had morning sickness!) They rubbed some cream on my hand and put a bandage over it. Then someone had to be called from MGM to come pick me up. A guy driving a van in a parking attendant uniform came and picked me up. I went back to work and bussed. Not too long after, I was given my break. Somehow, I didn't feel as guilty as I thought I would about taking that break.

I had about 10 minutes left in my break when Brian came into Take 5 and said, "Your mom is out there looking for you; she's on the Tower side." I walked out and saw my mom in her wheelchair alone. She was eating a soft pretzel. She offered me a piece. I looked around to make sure no one was watching and shoved a tiny piece into my mouth. She told me they were probably going to go soon; it was so crowded, she didn't like the non-electric chair and it was very cold and ugly out; it never rained, but it did threaten. I told her to wait until after my break and my next assignment.


I was working at fry cart register (yay!). I went and told my mom. The 3 of them came over after my dad and brother got off the Rock 'n' Roller Coaster. They bought some fries from me, and took my picture again. Toccarra was a filler in there at the time, so they got to meet her too. They had me close at Turkey Legs. The stupid park stayed open an hour later for the Stupid Soaps. After Fantasmic! they had fireworks which they hardly ever have anymore.


Monday, November 10th, 2003
I had the next day, Monday, off. They wanted to spend the day with me at MGM, plus it wouldn't be nearly so crowded. I got kind of a late start. They beat me over there, but Dad and Mike had to go back because they forgot their tickets and umbrellas. I looked at my mom from the other side of the gate. My dad apparently saw me in the parking lot, and was honking at me loudly. I heard honking, but the line into the lot was very long, and I assumed it was some tourist being a moron.

When they finally got in, and rented the wheelchair, we went got Fast Passes for the Rock ‘n’ Roller Coaster, then we went to the ABC Commissary for breakfast. I had french toast sticks. It was another ugly day out. I had taken my umbrella into the Commissary, and left it there accidentally. When I went back to look for it, it was gone and it did not turn up at lost and found. (A few days later, I saw a girl in a Commissary uniform walking out of Cast services carrying it. I was shocked. I wanted to go right up to her and accuse her).

We went back over to the Rock ‘n’ Roller Coaster. It was great, as always, it was especially good this time because I got a song I hadn't gotten since I went on it with my dad in brother last summer, Back in the Saddle and Dude Looks Like a Lady. After that, we got Fast Passes for the Tower of Terror.

We then walked over to Muppetvision 3-D, where hanging from the ceiling I saw a net full of Jell-O (think about it!). I also remember in line, my dad compared me to Miss Piggy. I was mad at him for comparing me to someone fat.

Then went back over to Sunset Blvd. It was not terribly busy there. I had left my other umbrella on top of the lockers there the night before, so was glad to see it was still there; I took it with me as it was sprinkling. It rained off and on all day.

We first went into Sunset Sweets/Villains and Vogue and got junk food. I got Dulche de Leche fudge.

We then went over to the Fry Cart and got glasses of ice water. Fran was working register, and teasing me, when she met my dad she said she would've been nicer if she'd known I was with people. Diana was filling. She was wearing a nametag that said, "Judy" so my dad called her Judy. I explained she was not who she appeared to be.

Mike, Dad and I went on the Tower of Terror. It took a long time to get in, despite having Fast Passes because the ride had broken down. It finally started moving again after about a half hour. I looked all over the Library for Twilight Zone TV show references. My dad found one up by the TV. I pointed out the ventriloquist dummy at the end of the ride. I'm sure almost all that stuff they have decorating the areas is from the Twilight Zone shows.

When we got off the ride, we talked to Courtney, who dates someone at Jeremy's bakery, ergo she knows Jeremy, she didn't recognize me at first. Then we got popcorn, and shopped on Hollywood Blvd, managing to get on the other side of the road before the parade, fortunately.

About this time we were to go meet our dinner priority seating at the 50's Prime Time Cafe. This restaurant is like a dining room in a home from the 1950's. The waiting area is like the living room. There are black and white TVs all over the place that have clips from shows of the era, all about food. The waitress is "your sister/aunt" (obviously, the opposite for guys). If you finish your food she holds up your plate and says, "I'm so proud of you! I want everyone to see what a clean plate looks like!" She'll yell at you if you have elbows on the table. If you don't finish your green beans she'll shake her finger at you. I had a clam chowder and a salad. We decided we wanted to have dessert. My mom and I ordered Dad's Super Sundae. Dad and Mike ordered...something else. Theirs looked like a regular sundae. Ours had 2 big ol brownies, big scoop of vanilla bean ice cream in the middle, covered with whipped cream, chopped nuts, hot fudge, M&M's, Cracker Jacks, and stuck in the top of this mountain of sugary goodness was the prize from the Cracker Jacks. We all helped eat it.

After that we went to The Great Movie Ride, then we walked over to Star Tours. I bought a Jedi Training Academy Pin. After that, we did some shopping on Hollywood Blvd. I bought a Disney World photo album; I wanted a place to put all the pictures I've been getting before.

It was 7:30 by the time we left and I got out to my car. Jeremy would have just gotten off work. It didn't think I would have enough time to run over there, park, get on the bus, get over to that locker room, before he got back out again.

Tuesday, November 11th, 2003
The next day was a shopping day with Jeremy. He and I drove over to the All Star to get Mom and Mike. Jeremy offered the front seat to my mom. I was surprised when she didn't take it. The first place we went was Property Control(land). This meant that I got to show Mom and Mike things they've never seen before, like the maintenance bay for vehicles. My mom enjoyed Property Control. First we went into the cheap building. I got a little kid's shirt of Donald Duck BMXing. I figured I needed it; first it was Donald, second, it was Donald on a bike I miss my bike...I miss painting... My mom bought about $70 worth of stuff. Then I started leading them to "Dirt Cheap" next door. "Wait? Where are we going now?" "Next door." "There's more?!" She bought a bunch more stuff next door there I bought an Animal Kingdom shirt to replace the one I had to give away before I came on this little junket because it was too big, and a tight Small World shirt.


Then we went over to the Marketplace. My mom took a picture of Jeremy and I by this fountain out by the World of Disney store. We went into the store. My mom went by herself, Mike went by himself, Jeremy and I went by ourselves

At some point, for no apparent reason, he compared me to Miss Piggy. (The 2nd guy in less than 24 hours!). I got really upset with him I didn't yell at him or anything; I’ve never yelled at him. I accused him of thinking I was fat. I never wanted to pull that on him, the "Does this make me look fat?" "Do you think I'm fat?" crap. It's not fair to him. It's bad enough I just say it all the time. But when your boyfriend calls you Miss Piggy and Hippo, what are you supposed to think??! I got really depressed on him. I don't understand why it is that he makes me depressed, and yet I want him holding me. He promised he would stop because he's afraid if he keeps it up he'll lose me. He insisted I wasn't fat, and that it wasn't me who was fat, but he who was too skinny. We sat on a bench in the store and talked and were loving towards each other. We kissed. My mom hid behind a clothes rack and I didn't see her until just before she took the picture. She almost caught us.


I saved my mom a lot of money in that store. In the store they played the song Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious I commented on it to Jeremy, how Mike hates that song and to sing it would drive him nuts. Jeremy decided he had to try this out for himself. He did of course, and he hated it. It put me in a better mood. Mike called me a stoolpigeon.

I had planned a really special Christmas gift for my mom. She had seen these little silver charm cutouts of children wearing Mickey hats. She thought that would be great to get them to represent Mike and I. They are blank to be engraved with a name or a birth date or a whatever. I found several places on property that would engrave them. So wouldn't it be special to get one of these cute little things of her daughter and even take the extra effort to get it engraved. Well, so much for surprises. She decided to buy them for herself anyway. She would rather something be right than a surprise. So now, it is not special, it is not a surprise, when I found out she got them I was really angry with her, now I have to think of some other thing. Her logic is, "I can't assume that someone is just going to get something for me." (Uh-huh, swell).


My mom then went and rented a wheelchair. We went into the Toy store, then we went to the pin-trading stand. That's a whole crazy fad I don't understand. It's like people started collecting them and doing it just because Disney said, "This is what we're doing now, and guess what? It's supposed to be fun, buy into it." It's weird though. I do have a collection of pins, But I've been collecting pins since before they were cool, for one thing, for another thing my collection is from all over the world, and I don't trade 'em. My mom bought me a pin, I picked Jack Skellington dressed as Santa holding a snowflake (I don't see them in the parks anymore, and they are more expensive) I also got a Zazu, Donald on a motorcycle wearing a jacket saying "Birds of Prey."


We hadn't eaten lunch yet, so we went and ate at the Rainforest Cafe. Jeremy had never been before, and had hoped to go with his mom, but it kinda didn't happen. I had a BBQ chicken pizza. It was about the size of Medium Pizza.

We then did more shopping in Downtown Disney. We went into the Christmas store, where my mom bought a crapload of antenna balls for every possible season of the year.

Jeremy wanted to go into the Lego store. Having been very patient with everyone else, my mom agreed. Inside, they had little key chains of Lego characters. Mom, Mike, and I picked one out. My mom got a knight to remind her of the Legoized Knights of the Roundtable scene from Holy Grail. (If you haven't seen it, please do, it's funny). I picked out a C3PO.

Then we went over to West Side. We went into the House of Blues gift shop where she bought shirts with the Blues Brothers and the words "We're on a mission from God" on them.

We then decided we would all see a movie. The one movie that was playing at a reasonable time was Brother Bear, so that was what was decided upon, even though Jeremy didn't really want to see it. I liked it. I liked the Bob-and-Doug-McKenzie Moose, and the bears at the salmon run. They were funny. So were the goats that got in an argument with their echoes. Oh, if you haven't seen it yet, stay until the credits are over. There's some funny stuff during the credits.

Then we drove them back to their hotel at the Disney All-Star Sports. My mom gave me my photo album, my pictures from the trip over, and some other stuff. She told Jeremy that she had enjoyed meeting him.

Wednesday, November 12th, 2003
The next day I had to go back to work. Work sucks! I don't remember what I did. If memory serves, I worked at Rosie's in one form or another all day until I closed Turkey Legs. I do remember after that though. I was under the impression Jeremy would get me from work, that is, I thought he had implicated that he would, after a trip to Beginnigan's in the afternoon. Come 8:00, no Jeremy. Come 8:20ish, the bus arrived and I figured for some reason it was better to take the ride I could get then vs. wait another 20 minutes, especially with my mom waiting in her hotel to see me.

I came home. I was told he had called a bunch of times for me (ergo, he was not at MGM). I called him, but could not get him in his apartment. I drove over to the All-Star, with a detour on the way to MGM to see if he was there waiting. He had wanted to see my mom and brother one last time. He wasn't so I proceeded. I told my mom good-bye. Mike gave me a wish list of the stuff he wanted me to get him. (Uh-huh). While in the room, I received a phone call, "Amanda, Jeremy is over here in the apartment," said Jenny. I soon left my mom, and hauled back to Vista Way.

It turned out he had gone to play kickball with his work people, like when I went with him to play softball. He had gone there and come back by this time. He was disappointed that I did not come out to join them, or at least see him. I had thought about it. But it sounded inefficient for both of us to go out there.

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