SoRa DoRk
I will be chasing a starlight...
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Well, I was going to do this yesterday (wait... two days ago, since it's passed 12 in Japan), but I kinda just came home and...collapsed. It was a tiring, fun trip.
While I'd already been to DisneySea with my mom, my dad had not. Neither had my friend Phoebe, for that matter. It was a perfect April Monday, aside from the drizzle, and it was spring break. What more could you want? And we set off, the family plus Phoebe.
Our story begins at about 7:30 AM at Kanazawa-Bunko station, more specifically on the second train of our trip. Of course we'd like to get where we're going in a timely manner, so we decide to take the express train. Well, so did every other businessman living in our prefecture. It was rush hour.
The next thing I knew, I was being smashed against another person. The one in front of me was a linebacker of a man (hard to imagine on a Japanese person, no?) and was thoroughly insistent on my becoming a pancake. I just HAD to move to prevent this.
The good thing? My left shoulder was taking the abuse instead of the rest of me. The bad? I was now making a pancake out of Phoebe. That's not to say that I'm a huge person, but it's kind of hard not to when you have the added weight of 20 other people on you.
The entire time, the conversation went something like this:
Phoebe: Welcome to Summer Sonic. Just add 50 more people and you've got Summer Sonic.
Me: Joy!
Phoebe: Just wait, you'll come out covered in everyone else's sweat but your own---
Me: Lovely. Er... I can't see my iPod... I want to change the song... ummm... ow.
Phoebe: ---And it doesn't help that it's like, the middle of August. Hottest time of the year.
Me: And most humid, yes. Hey, can you reach my iPod?
What sweet relief it was to reach Shinagawa! From there, the amount of people slowly started to trickle off. Soon, we were on the Keiyo line- much to my dismay.
Now, while some of you may be totally bored by my description of Japanese trains, there are some of you wondering why I would hate the Keiyo line. To those of you who do...
(SKIP THE FOLLOWING IF YOU WANT TO GET TO THE ACTUAL MONORAIL PART)
Well, I hate the Keiyo line because it's a subway. And I've had a really bad experience with the New Keiyo Line, a subway near Shinjuku, whenever I was trying to get to the Square-Enix store. The experience was only worsened because
1. The New Keiyo Line is confusing.
2. I reallly wanted a Roxas action figure (they only had Sora and Kairi, I would later find) and a Moogle plushy (after having seen Final Fantasy VII Advent Children nearly two years before).
3. I was entering fangirl mode.
(((Okay, stop skipping)))
Well, after acting as if it were a musical (much to the doubly odd looks of the Japanese) aboard our train, we went on the monorail. For once, I was the positive one and Phoebe was the negative. Which was scary, because I'm the most pessimistic person within a 500 mile radius.
Might I add the monorail was kawaii ne? I believe we got the blue one. Basically, if you haven't seen a picture of it, it's got whatever color below the doors and Mickey-head shaped windows in a wavy-patern. The inside has black seats that are curved at one end and, should you choose to stand, you got to hold on to Mickey-shaped...things. Oy, wonderful time to forget a word!
Well, when we got to TDS, it was only 9:15 or something like that, not even close to 10:00 (when the park actually opened). So we picked a spot and sat. To my horror, the clouds decided to unceremoniously begin letting the water that made them fall to the ground. And thankfully, I'm the reliable human I am, and I forgot my umbrella! How convenient, that just meant that Disney would get 1000 more Yen out of me for a new, cute yellow umbrella (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh).
Not that I minded...
...Oh, man, there must be something wrong with me.
Every 15 minutes, some Japanese lady on a pre-recording would get on and tell us... well, I don't know, actually. I really don't know very much Japanese. Ahh, my usefulness. It just grows, eh?
The conversation went like this:
Phoebe: [INSERT SONG LYRICS HERE]
Me: Shhh...
Phoebe: Fine... [MORE SONG LYRICS!]
Me: ...[INSERT WHICHEVER MUSE SONG YOU'D LIKE'S LYRICS HERE] (Oh yes, I specify.)
Phoebe: [INSERT LOUDER LYRICS!]
*Rain*
Me: CRAP CRAP CRA-
Parents: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Me: Yes, yes... *pokes Phoebe* Shhhhh.
And then... at 9:50, the gates rose. The suspense was killing me. Would I be trampled like I was at Universal Osaka? Would I be shoved? Would that same previously mentioned Japanese Linebacker Businessman come back with a vengeance? Would Al Gore jump out of the fountain, point to the Antarctica portion of the globe in the middle of it with the water pouring out and exclaim, "THIS IS GLOBAL WARMING! STOP DRIVING! SOMEONE, TRANSLATE THIS!"?
Finally, at 10, we were allowed inside. No Al Gore, to my dismay. It would've been fun to make fun of him... ah well, 'tis life.
We headed straight for Mystery Island and got FastPasses for Journey to the Center of the Earth, even thought that turned out to have been pretty futile, as the line was short and would remain so all day, the maximum wait time not exceeding 10 minutes the whole day through. After that, I insisted stubbornly that we rock the Casbah... food court, that is.
Of course, that sensible part of my brain fled for its life a few hours previously, and I forgot that NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WANTED TO EAT CURRY FOR BREAKFAST! It wasn't opening until konichiwa hours (starting at 11... and of course it went through the kombanwa hours as well). Needless to say, we did not Crank Dat Curry Sauce.
Speaking of which... Youtube kills!
Anyway...
We made our way to the Lost River Delta and on to Indiana Jones, which only had a 6 minute wait. I had to guide my poor, blind Phoebe through the dahkness that is the line. Seriously, it's waaay too dark in there! They should consider better lighting, even if it DOES mess up the theming! First time I went through there, I almost fell down the stairs.
The ride, as it had always been, was short, fun, and not scary at all. The drop wasn't half as spectacular as I'd remembered it, and my picture looked too goofy to buy.
We were still ravenous and had temporarily forgotten this "minute" detail. After a few minutes of hunting for something edible (and accidentally consuming approximately one quarter-mouthful of Japanese sausage... something), we stumbled across a cart that sold frozen chocolate covered bananas.
The plus? Oh, holy crap, they were good! The minus? Er... they hurt your teeth. Quite a bit, too. I winced while I ate and tried to call my parents (who had left us to our own devices at the archway-slash-MiraCosta... where we WEREN'T staying, by the way). They didn't pick up. Since they'd tried to call me while I was on Indie, I didn't answer (and really, who can feel their phone vibrate when you're being thrown around like a frigate during a category five?!).
After that, I decided that it was time to ride Journey.
We were terrified at first. Especially in the "Terravator", which only went up a floor (well... probably), even with the dramatic sound effects. We can't help it. Tower of Terror ruined us. It was hot. It was noisy. It barely moved. It was terribly similar to a Summer Sonic mosh pit, in that respect...
We tried to film us the line, but (and as I said earlier, the sensible part of me was looooong gone) it was too dark. You can still hear us, though. Ahh, we love Youtube, though I wouldn't advise looking for us...
I can't even remember which number they told us to go to, but they said something... it was a little unnerving, seeing as how I'd never ridden Journey before, but whatever. I knew I'd like it. We jerked to a start...
... and came to a quick stop. After repeating this two more times, we were on our way. It was fun. I had no idea that it would be anything like Test Track, but later that day, that's all I heard- "D'ya know, this is basically Test Track?"
It turned out to be our favorite ride. We rode it 12 times that day. For the first four times, we screamed "FOR JERRSEEYY!" at the drop and when you're headed towards the exit and rushing around outside ("For Jersey!" is an inside joke, by the way), then "FOR ILLINOOOIIISS!!" and "FOR CHICAGOOO!!" (in honor of Bob Bryar, drummer of My Chemical Romance), everything after that is a blur, but I know we screamed "REVENGE!" and "BABY CARROTS!" (yes, you were looking at an I Am America (And So Can You!) reference, ladies and gents) at some point...
Alright, due to the fact that we rode that thing sooo many effing times, the rest of this is going to be a little out of sequence.
At some point, she started referring to me as Frankie, and I started calling her Gerard. As to why, I do not know... I just know we were discussing My Chemical Romance at the time. Yes, and due to the first few times we went on the ride and screamed words, we dubbed the ride "Jersey: The Center of the Earth". Crap, we're weird...
Sometime after the re-nicknaming, we ended up in Mermaid Lagoon (AKA: Atlantica). I, being the Kingdom Hearts fanatic that I am, immediately launched into a report of what happened in Atlantica in all three games, even bothering to critique Haley Joe Osment's non-existent singing ability. Just to shut me up, Phoebe suggested sea salt ice cream.
I simply adore sea salt ice cream and believe that it was in my genetic disposition to prefer weird and uncommon ice cream flavors over normal ones (except for my preference of vanilla over chocolate, which was something of a paradigm switch for me). Of course, I raved about it beforehand, even letting on that part of the reason that I even tried it was because of Kingdom Hearts II (and that my favorite character, Roxas, can be seen consuming quite some bit of it... and no, I was not disappointed that it didn't come in Popsicle form, by the way.), but please, don't mistake this for a sign of worship. If Roxas went on a homicidal rampage, I would not mimic this (besides, where can you get a set of giant keys at this hour?).
Naturally, Phoebe detested it. And might I just add that opposites truly DO attract.
The first ride was The Whirlpool, which was a laaaaame version of the teacups. Seriously, you can't even spin them by yourself! ARGH! Of course, I wanted to be spinning as fast as possible (to the point of pukeage, people), and so my only hope was to go for the fastest looking cup. And we did. And it wasn't all that great.
The next was Jumpin' Jellyfish. I hideously glamorized the ride, as I did with my precious sea salt ice cream, and therefore, it FAILED!
It actually almost broke down. Some lady's restraint wouldn't come down. Oy! We had to try three times... and it worked! Hehehe, what a hilariously boring ride that is.
Next was the Blowfish Balloon Race. Now THAT was fun! Heeheehee...
I went next to gift shops in search of Jack Sparrow's Sausage. They didn't have it, which was upsetting, because they had it the last time and it was hilarious.
Ah well.
At some point, we also paid a visit of Flounder's Flying Fish Coaster. All I can remember is this little girl who was in front of us that squealed and sounded like a baby dolphin.
As we walked to Aquatopia, we practiced our "Frankie Giggles" (Frank Iero, guitarist of My Chemical Romance, has this high-pitched giggle that we're always trying to imitate). I love Aquatopia. Futile in ever sense of the word, but so much fun at the same time.
StormRiders had an alarmingly long wait, so we had to put that off until almost the end of the trip. We initially got in line, but decided to grab something to eat and watch Donald Duck perfect his boat instead. Seriously, Donald's Boat Builders is my favorite show in the whole resort.
Since I HATE Japanese hamburgers (soyburgers? Ugh.), it was fries and Coke for me.
Ah, but I got to watch old cartoons and SQUEE! at Donald Duck instead.
Heeeheehee... I'm such a fangirl sometimes.
Since there was STILL a crazy line for StormRiders, we went ahead on to 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea. Man, that was such a lame ride. I sat there and played with the joystick pretending to play Pac-Man instead. Oh, and covering my ears, because it was LOUD! I can see why they took it out of the parks. I can also see why it's now Finding Nemo.
More Journey, then we tried StormRiders one more time. SUCESS! 10 minute line! Now THAT I could do. 20? Toootally not worth it at that point.
At some point, we rode Aquatopia again, then did another round of Indiana Jones, in which I actually bought the picture
rotfl: It was totally worth the 1050 Yen). We went back to Journey, but ran into my parents who were ready to go.
When we were about half way away and eating a steamed star bun (with a shrimp and pork filling that I did not eat, due to its resemblance to internal organs), we persuade my parents to let us ride Journey (JERSEEYYY!!) one last time while they waited for us under the archway of the MiraCosta.
We had our "encore" on Journey to the Center of the Earth, being sure to let out an extra loud "FOOOOOR JEEEERRRRSSSEEEEEYYYYY!!!" and took the long way back to the MiraCosta's archway.
The trip was long, it was tiring, we got at least 12 minutes worth of Youtube footage, and we waved and talked to every person of obvious European decent that we saw. Yes, it was an excellent day.
Now... what you've allll been waiting for... THE PROMISED PICTURES!
First... Ze Beautiful MiraCosta:
Mt. Prometheus, home of the epic Journey to the Center of the Earth:
Dare I post it... ME! On the monorail! (Mom seemed to crop out Phoebe. If you're reading this, Gee, I apologize):
This is what sea salt ice cream REALLY looks like! Well... it's actually in a case that looks alarmingly similar to soap, but whatever. (NOTE: This is a picture from last year, but only because I didn't think to take any of the delicacy this time around... my apologies!)
The fountain, and global warming black-hole style, in which the water gets sucked AWAY from Earth!
... I feel like I've gypped you out of pictures. Terribly, terribly sorry! I'm bad at this, I've never done a report with pictures before... as a matter of fact, my last report was shameful... I... ugh.
I came home, thoroughly Disney'd out. I stopped at a 7-Eleven on the way home and picked up a 500mL (40 oz) can of Coke, an onigiri (rice ball), and a chicken sandwich for "dinner" or something of the sort and crashed.
And this, my dearest readers, is where I leave you. May all of your dreeams come true, ahyuck. And don't go MUDDLING in other affairs... AH! MEDDLING!!! I MEANT MEEDDDLLLIIINNGGG!!!!
-Ash-
While I'd already been to DisneySea with my mom, my dad had not. Neither had my friend Phoebe, for that matter. It was a perfect April Monday, aside from the drizzle, and it was spring break. What more could you want? And we set off, the family plus Phoebe.
Our story begins at about 7:30 AM at Kanazawa-Bunko station, more specifically on the second train of our trip. Of course we'd like to get where we're going in a timely manner, so we decide to take the express train. Well, so did every other businessman living in our prefecture. It was rush hour.
The next thing I knew, I was being smashed against another person. The one in front of me was a linebacker of a man (hard to imagine on a Japanese person, no?) and was thoroughly insistent on my becoming a pancake. I just HAD to move to prevent this.
The good thing? My left shoulder was taking the abuse instead of the rest of me. The bad? I was now making a pancake out of Phoebe. That's not to say that I'm a huge person, but it's kind of hard not to when you have the added weight of 20 other people on you.
The entire time, the conversation went something like this:
Phoebe: Welcome to Summer Sonic. Just add 50 more people and you've got Summer Sonic.
Me: Joy!
Phoebe: Just wait, you'll come out covered in everyone else's sweat but your own---
Me: Lovely. Er... I can't see my iPod... I want to change the song... ummm... ow.
Phoebe: ---And it doesn't help that it's like, the middle of August. Hottest time of the year.
Me: And most humid, yes. Hey, can you reach my iPod?
What sweet relief it was to reach Shinagawa! From there, the amount of people slowly started to trickle off. Soon, we were on the Keiyo line- much to my dismay.
Now, while some of you may be totally bored by my description of Japanese trains, there are some of you wondering why I would hate the Keiyo line. To those of you who do...
(SKIP THE FOLLOWING IF YOU WANT TO GET TO THE ACTUAL MONORAIL PART)
Well, I hate the Keiyo line because it's a subway. And I've had a really bad experience with the New Keiyo Line, a subway near Shinjuku, whenever I was trying to get to the Square-Enix store. The experience was only worsened because
1. The New Keiyo Line is confusing.
2. I reallly wanted a Roxas action figure (they only had Sora and Kairi, I would later find) and a Moogle plushy (after having seen Final Fantasy VII Advent Children nearly two years before).
3. I was entering fangirl mode.
(((Okay, stop skipping)))
Well, after acting as if it were a musical (much to the doubly odd looks of the Japanese) aboard our train, we went on the monorail. For once, I was the positive one and Phoebe was the negative. Which was scary, because I'm the most pessimistic person within a 500 mile radius.
Might I add the monorail was kawaii ne? I believe we got the blue one. Basically, if you haven't seen a picture of it, it's got whatever color below the doors and Mickey-head shaped windows in a wavy-patern. The inside has black seats that are curved at one end and, should you choose to stand, you got to hold on to Mickey-shaped...things. Oy, wonderful time to forget a word!
Well, when we got to TDS, it was only 9:15 or something like that, not even close to 10:00 (when the park actually opened). So we picked a spot and sat. To my horror, the clouds decided to unceremoniously begin letting the water that made them fall to the ground. And thankfully, I'm the reliable human I am, and I forgot my umbrella! How convenient, that just meant that Disney would get 1000 more Yen out of me for a new, cute yellow umbrella (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh).
Not that I minded...
...Oh, man, there must be something wrong with me.
Every 15 minutes, some Japanese lady on a pre-recording would get on and tell us... well, I don't know, actually. I really don't know very much Japanese. Ahh, my usefulness. It just grows, eh?
The conversation went like this:
Phoebe: [INSERT SONG LYRICS HERE]
Me: Shhh...
Phoebe: Fine... [MORE SONG LYRICS!]
Me: ...[INSERT WHICHEVER MUSE SONG YOU'D LIKE'S LYRICS HERE] (Oh yes, I specify.)
Phoebe: [INSERT LOUDER LYRICS!]
*Rain*
Me: CRAP CRAP CRA-
Parents: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Me: Yes, yes... *pokes Phoebe* Shhhhh.
And then... at 9:50, the gates rose. The suspense was killing me. Would I be trampled like I was at Universal Osaka? Would I be shoved? Would that same previously mentioned Japanese Linebacker Businessman come back with a vengeance? Would Al Gore jump out of the fountain, point to the Antarctica portion of the globe in the middle of it with the water pouring out and exclaim, "THIS IS GLOBAL WARMING! STOP DRIVING! SOMEONE, TRANSLATE THIS!"?
Finally, at 10, we were allowed inside. No Al Gore, to my dismay. It would've been fun to make fun of him... ah well, 'tis life.
We headed straight for Mystery Island and got FastPasses for Journey to the Center of the Earth, even thought that turned out to have been pretty futile, as the line was short and would remain so all day, the maximum wait time not exceeding 10 minutes the whole day through. After that, I insisted stubbornly that we rock the Casbah... food court, that is.
Of course, that sensible part of my brain fled for its life a few hours previously, and I forgot that NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WANTED TO EAT CURRY FOR BREAKFAST! It wasn't opening until konichiwa hours (starting at 11... and of course it went through the kombanwa hours as well). Needless to say, we did not Crank Dat Curry Sauce.
Speaking of which... Youtube kills!
Anyway...
We made our way to the Lost River Delta and on to Indiana Jones, which only had a 6 minute wait. I had to guide my poor, blind Phoebe through the dahkness that is the line. Seriously, it's waaay too dark in there! They should consider better lighting, even if it DOES mess up the theming! First time I went through there, I almost fell down the stairs.
The ride, as it had always been, was short, fun, and not scary at all. The drop wasn't half as spectacular as I'd remembered it, and my picture looked too goofy to buy.
We were still ravenous and had temporarily forgotten this "minute" detail. After a few minutes of hunting for something edible (and accidentally consuming approximately one quarter-mouthful of Japanese sausage... something), we stumbled across a cart that sold frozen chocolate covered bananas.
The plus? Oh, holy crap, they were good! The minus? Er... they hurt your teeth. Quite a bit, too. I winced while I ate and tried to call my parents (who had left us to our own devices at the archway-slash-MiraCosta... where we WEREN'T staying, by the way). They didn't pick up. Since they'd tried to call me while I was on Indie, I didn't answer (and really, who can feel their phone vibrate when you're being thrown around like a frigate during a category five?!).
After that, I decided that it was time to ride Journey.
We were terrified at first. Especially in the "Terravator", which only went up a floor (well... probably), even with the dramatic sound effects. We can't help it. Tower of Terror ruined us. It was hot. It was noisy. It barely moved. It was terribly similar to a Summer Sonic mosh pit, in that respect...
We tried to film us the line, but (and as I said earlier, the sensible part of me was looooong gone) it was too dark. You can still hear us, though. Ahh, we love Youtube, though I wouldn't advise looking for us...
I can't even remember which number they told us to go to, but they said something... it was a little unnerving, seeing as how I'd never ridden Journey before, but whatever. I knew I'd like it. We jerked to a start...
... and came to a quick stop. After repeating this two more times, we were on our way. It was fun. I had no idea that it would be anything like Test Track, but later that day, that's all I heard- "D'ya know, this is basically Test Track?"
It turned out to be our favorite ride. We rode it 12 times that day. For the first four times, we screamed "FOR JERRSEEYY!" at the drop and when you're headed towards the exit and rushing around outside ("For Jersey!" is an inside joke, by the way), then "FOR ILLINOOOIIISS!!" and "FOR CHICAGOOO!!" (in honor of Bob Bryar, drummer of My Chemical Romance), everything after that is a blur, but I know we screamed "REVENGE!" and "BABY CARROTS!" (yes, you were looking at an I Am America (And So Can You!) reference, ladies and gents) at some point...
Alright, due to the fact that we rode that thing sooo many effing times, the rest of this is going to be a little out of sequence.
At some point, she started referring to me as Frankie, and I started calling her Gerard. As to why, I do not know... I just know we were discussing My Chemical Romance at the time. Yes, and due to the first few times we went on the ride and screamed words, we dubbed the ride "Jersey: The Center of the Earth". Crap, we're weird...
Sometime after the re-nicknaming, we ended up in Mermaid Lagoon (AKA: Atlantica). I, being the Kingdom Hearts fanatic that I am, immediately launched into a report of what happened in Atlantica in all three games, even bothering to critique Haley Joe Osment's non-existent singing ability. Just to shut me up, Phoebe suggested sea salt ice cream.
I simply adore sea salt ice cream and believe that it was in my genetic disposition to prefer weird and uncommon ice cream flavors over normal ones (except for my preference of vanilla over chocolate, which was something of a paradigm switch for me). Of course, I raved about it beforehand, even letting on that part of the reason that I even tried it was because of Kingdom Hearts II (and that my favorite character, Roxas, can be seen consuming quite some bit of it... and no, I was not disappointed that it didn't come in Popsicle form, by the way.), but please, don't mistake this for a sign of worship. If Roxas went on a homicidal rampage, I would not mimic this (besides, where can you get a set of giant keys at this hour?).
Naturally, Phoebe detested it. And might I just add that opposites truly DO attract.
The first ride was The Whirlpool, which was a laaaaame version of the teacups. Seriously, you can't even spin them by yourself! ARGH! Of course, I wanted to be spinning as fast as possible (to the point of pukeage, people), and so my only hope was to go for the fastest looking cup. And we did. And it wasn't all that great.
The next was Jumpin' Jellyfish. I hideously glamorized the ride, as I did with my precious sea salt ice cream, and therefore, it FAILED!
It actually almost broke down. Some lady's restraint wouldn't come down. Oy! We had to try three times... and it worked! Hehehe, what a hilariously boring ride that is.
Next was the Blowfish Balloon Race. Now THAT was fun! Heeheehee...
I went next to gift shops in search of Jack Sparrow's Sausage. They didn't have it, which was upsetting, because they had it the last time and it was hilarious.
Ah well.
At some point, we also paid a visit of Flounder's Flying Fish Coaster. All I can remember is this little girl who was in front of us that squealed and sounded like a baby dolphin.
As we walked to Aquatopia, we practiced our "Frankie Giggles" (Frank Iero, guitarist of My Chemical Romance, has this high-pitched giggle that we're always trying to imitate). I love Aquatopia. Futile in ever sense of the word, but so much fun at the same time.
StormRiders had an alarmingly long wait, so we had to put that off until almost the end of the trip. We initially got in line, but decided to grab something to eat and watch Donald Duck perfect his boat instead. Seriously, Donald's Boat Builders is my favorite show in the whole resort.
Since I HATE Japanese hamburgers (soyburgers? Ugh.), it was fries and Coke for me.
Ah, but I got to watch old cartoons and SQUEE! at Donald Duck instead.Heeeheehee... I'm such a fangirl sometimes.
Since there was STILL a crazy line for StormRiders, we went ahead on to 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea. Man, that was such a lame ride. I sat there and played with the joystick pretending to play Pac-Man instead. Oh, and covering my ears, because it was LOUD! I can see why they took it out of the parks. I can also see why it's now Finding Nemo.
More Journey, then we tried StormRiders one more time. SUCESS! 10 minute line! Now THAT I could do. 20? Toootally not worth it at that point.
At some point, we rode Aquatopia again, then did another round of Indiana Jones, in which I actually bought the picture
rotfl: It was totally worth the 1050 Yen). We went back to Journey, but ran into my parents who were ready to go.When we were about half way away and eating a steamed star bun (with a shrimp and pork filling that I did not eat, due to its resemblance to internal organs), we persuade my parents to let us ride Journey (JERSEEYYY!!) one last time while they waited for us under the archway of the MiraCosta.
We had our "encore" on Journey to the Center of the Earth, being sure to let out an extra loud "FOOOOOR JEEEERRRRSSSEEEEEYYYYY!!!" and took the long way back to the MiraCosta's archway.
The trip was long, it was tiring, we got at least 12 minutes worth of Youtube footage, and we waved and talked to every person of obvious European decent that we saw. Yes, it was an excellent day.
Now... what you've allll been waiting for... THE PROMISED PICTURES!
First... Ze Beautiful MiraCosta:
Mt. Prometheus, home of the epic Journey to the Center of the Earth:
Dare I post it... ME! On the monorail! (Mom seemed to crop out Phoebe. If you're reading this, Gee, I apologize):
This is what sea salt ice cream REALLY looks like! Well... it's actually in a case that looks alarmingly similar to soap, but whatever. (NOTE: This is a picture from last year, but only because I didn't think to take any of the delicacy this time around... my apologies!)
The fountain, and global warming black-hole style, in which the water gets sucked AWAY from Earth!
... I feel like I've gypped you out of pictures. Terribly, terribly sorry! I'm bad at this, I've never done a report with pictures before... as a matter of fact, my last report was shameful... I... ugh.
I came home, thoroughly Disney'd out. I stopped at a 7-Eleven on the way home and picked up a 500mL (40 oz) can of Coke, an onigiri (rice ball), and a chicken sandwich for "dinner" or something of the sort and crashed.
And this, my dearest readers, is where I leave you. May all of your dreeams come true, ahyuck. And don't go MUDDLING in other affairs... AH! MEDDLING!!! I MEANT MEEDDDLLLIIINNGGG!!!!
-Ash-
