Ok, So my Florida living turned out to be cut a little short from results of a few complecations. It's ok though, it was meant to be. Working in Disney World was a very rewarding experience that I will never forget. Living with room mates was different, esspecially adapting to a very preppy and girly lifestyle. They weren't use to having a punk/rock girl around wearing black all the time. Thats who I am. The guitar made it over and back with no problem, it got a slight dent because Tigger dropped it, but it still plays. I will always remember Tigger. I took the grey hound all the way from Florida to here in Spokane where I live. It was HELL!!! I'll tell you all the states we went through. Georgia Minnisota Kentucky Montana Illinoise Idaho Tennesee North Dakota There was one more but I can't remember. Along the way I met interesting people. There were a couple people I road with all the way before we hit chicago, so that was a few days with the same people. It was four days on a bus, wow. Along the way there was a guy sitting in front of me who kept drinking liquore. A guy that got arrested in North Dakota, and a guy that flipped out on the bus driver in Chicago. Wow, what a trip. It took forever to get home, and trying to sleep in the seats is another story. I will never forget that trip. I will also, never forget Florida. I met very special people who I will always remember. Tigger, my one and only filipino friend over there who played guitar with me, and was Tigger. Adam, who I shared my first cigar with. He is just awsome, looks like Prefontane, and runs like the wind. He worked in Wide World of Sports, his kind of place. Got to watch the bucks practice and shit like that. Mark, my other guitar buddy, he's from Yakima and acts like it. He has the most awsome personality, and looks like he's from the beach, he was a life guard. There was Mike Lebel, with the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Managed to be interesting in the most unusual way. He was a tram driver, need I say more? Matt, a kick ass Mexican who cooks tortilla on the stove burner, no need of a pan. He diggs rap, and worked at a resort. Andy and Don, the two guys that were my neighbors, the only room mates that got to work together, and they worked in me in all of the glorious ice cream parlors in stands east, that covers fantasy land, and tommorow land. They were the stone alcoholics, the only ones on the floor that were legal to drink, untill I turned 21. I'll never forget them, especially don. In training, he went off on how Donald Duck was better than Mickey mouse, not knowing that Mickey himself would show up, and he got on his knees before Mickey in front of everyone, and had to appologize. He is from Anchorage Alaska, drove all the way from there to Spokane to go to school then from here to Florida. That guys has covered the states and more. I'll see him again if he ever gets ahold of me. Abby, my room mate, she had a puddle in her car. Just a puddle of water, loved making fun of her. She worked in Stands west, that covers fronteir land, and adventure land. She worked at the sunshine tree, and Aloha Isle, also icecream places. Marci, a kick ass cheesecake chef. Another room mate of mine, who got stuck working at Cosmic Rays Starlight CAfe. That is the worlds second most busiest restraunt, and she almost saw Brittany spears when she visited, woo hoo. That is all I will mention for now untill I get my pictures. I can't forget Reo. One of the most important people, he's from Hawaii, and he worked at Epcot. He took me to see Skid Row, which was his very first concert. He played guitar, and was a fellow Pumpkins fan like me. I know I will see him again becaue I promised to visit him in Hawaii, if he ever writes me back. I miss you Reo!!! Well, that concludes my Florida story for now. I hate Desere, my old Manager, and Miss Richard. I miss Heather, my english friend, the way we made fun of Karey Ann, and sang stupid songs. Loved making fun of guests, like this one lady who walked up and asked stupid questions, while eating pork rines with her mouth open. "do you have any butter pecan" (all we had was vanilla, chocolate, and the two mixed together). "does your sunday come in a cup" as she spits out more pork rines. I will never forget the asian family who came and order 26 hot fudge sundays. I won't forget the slite accident with the milkshake machine, or the hot fudge on the back of my shirt which started all the trouble. I think that concludes it now. I will always remember Jorge the DACs guy, who got transfered to Epcot, I will never forget him.

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