tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62008349874921548902012-01-09T12:07:21.194-08:00...to live my dream in Disneytrac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-2435225318165972902008-11-09T16:35:00.000-08:002008-11-09T16:36:09.371-08:00Just so all of you know.<br />I am home now.<br /><br />Like in Newfoundland.<br />I'm very glad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-243522531816597290?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-67440292496964736712008-11-02T22:38:00.001-08:002008-11-02T22:41:44.049-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Did you think that your feet had been bound<br />By what gravity brings to the ground?<br />Did you feel you were tricked<br />By the future you picked?<br />Well, come on down</span> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">All those rules don’t apply<br />When you’re high in the sky<br />So, come on down<br />Come on down</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re coming down to the ground<br />There’s no better place to go<br />We’ve got snow up on the mountains<br />We’ve got rivers down below</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re coming down to the ground<br />We hear the birds sing in the trees<br />And the land will be looked after<br />We send the seeds out in the breeze</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Did you think you’d escaped from routine<br />By changing the script and the scene?<br />Despite all you made of it<br />You’re always afraid<br />Of the change</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">You’ve got a lot on your chest<br />Well, you can come as my guest<br />So come on down<br />Come on down</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re coming down to the ground<br />There’s no better place to go<br />We’ve got snow up on the mountains<br />We’ve got rivers down below</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re coming down to the ground<br />We hear the birds sing in the trees<br />And the land will be looked after<br />We send the seeds out in the breeze</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Like the fish in the ocean<br />We felt at home in the sea<br />We learned to live off the good land<br />Learned to climb up a tree<br />Then we got up on two legs<br />But we wanted to fly<br />When we messed up our homeland<br />We set sail for the sky</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re coming down to the ground<br />There’s no better place to go<br />We’ve got snow up on the mountains<br />We’ve got rivers down below</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re coming down to the ground<br />We hear the birds sing in the trees<br />And the land will be looked after<br />We send the seeds out in the breeze</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re coming down<br />Coming down to Earth<br />Like babies at birth<br />Coming down to Earth<br />We’re gonna find new priorities<br />These are extraordinary qualities</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re coming down to the ground<br />There’s no better place to go<br />We’ve got snow up on the mountains<br />We’ve got rivers down below</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re coming down to the ground<br />We hear the birds sing in the trees<br />And the land will be looked after<br />We send the seeds out in the breeze</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re coming down to the ground<br />There’s no better place to go<br />We’ve got snow up on the mountains<br />We’ve got rivers down below</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re coming down to the ground<br />We hear the birds sing in the trees<br />And the land will be looked after<br />We send the seeds out in the breeze</p> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We’re gonna find new priorities<br />These are extraordinary qualities</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQ6c6WjlcRI/AAAAAAAAAqU/THE8d5lQfss/s1600-h/walle-header.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQ6c6WjlcRI/AAAAAAAAAqU/THE8d5lQfss/s320/walle-header.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264317540743868690" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-6744029249696473671?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-14741427910339843772008-11-01T06:26:00.000-07:002008-11-01T06:34:06.112-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQxaFerFJeI/AAAAAAAAAp8/1evQu-A-9Hk/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQxaFerFJeI/AAAAAAAAAp8/1evQu-A-9Hk/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681114668869090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQxaFDynBSI/AAAAAAAAAp0/XVmmO5jcIQc/s1600-h/IMG_7001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQxaFDynBSI/AAAAAAAAAp0/XVmmO5jcIQc/s320/IMG_7001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681107452691746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQxaEoQTz4I/AAAAAAAAAps/pBn1QOtl0rw/s1600-h/IMG_7046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQxaEoQTz4I/AAAAAAAAAps/pBn1QOtl0rw/s320/IMG_7046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681100061069186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQxaEYKOguI/AAAAAAAAApk/uUabsxDdytg/s1600-h/Picture+664.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQxaEYKOguI/AAAAAAAAApk/uUabsxDdytg/s320/Picture+664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681095740588770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQxaEDD6LXI/AAAAAAAAApc/g1_Ox-B5WI0/s1600-h/IMG_1242.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQxaEDD6LXI/AAAAAAAAApc/g1_Ox-B5WI0/s320/IMG_1242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681090076945778" border="0" /></a><br />This is going to be the best Christmas ever.<br />I cannot wait.<br />CAN-NOT wait.<br /><br />I am going to spend it with my beautiful family and beautiful boyfriend.<br />Oh god. I'm so excited.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-1474142791033984377?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-78604983968321476622008-10-28T23:41:00.000-07:002008-10-28T23:44:28.017-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQgGCUL1-9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/6puGovyNrGc/s1600-h/pa010666160.jpg">My bed before: <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQgGCUL1-9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/6puGovyNrGc/s320/pa010666160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262462801430313938" border="0" /></a>AFTER!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQgGCAKdnLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/8VEVh7G9Apo/s1600-h/pa290437430.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQgGCAKdnLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/8VEVh7G9Apo/s320/pa290437430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262462796055813298" border="0" /></a>That's right, I have FOUR mattresses.<br />My bed is honestly..like four feet high.<br />I have to jump to get ontop of it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-7860498396832147662?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-22302952362029398442008-10-28T18:23:00.000-07:002008-10-28T20:01:47.116-07:00It's funny that I totally picked the theming for my blog really well.<br />That I left a little pond filled with people just like me to come to a big pond where I'm just a little fish.<br /><br />Nice.<br /><br />So, I am doing alright now that I know I'm 100% leaving. I still have a whole lot of anxiety when I wake up. Be it in the morning or after a nap. I have my flight information.<br /><br />Date Flt Depart Seat Arrive Stops<br />----------- --- ----------------------- ---- ----------------------- -----<br />Thu 27Nov08 969 ORLANDO 7:00am TORONTO 9:42am 0<br />* Connect * 398 TORONTO 5:00pm ST. JOHN'S 10:41pm 1<br /><br />Holy layover right?<br />The cool thing is though that Kristen and Anthony are going to come visit me for lunch during the break I have. Maybe I can even go downtown or something!<br /><br />IT IS 3 DEGREES OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW HOLY COW<br /><br />Picture time!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQfPzrOb_0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/w_ATr2DBaRc/s1600-h/PA270432.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQfPzrOb_0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/w_ATr2DBaRc/s320/PA270432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262403176289271618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQfPzfh8U5I/AAAAAAAAAms/1MtFK1YKCA4/s1600-h/PA270392.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQfPzfh8U5I/AAAAAAAAAms/1MtFK1YKCA4/s320/PA270392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262403173149856658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQfPyq8Fp8I/AAAAAAAAAmk/Nm5koZs8qTI/s1600-h/PA270389.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQfPyq8Fp8I/AAAAAAAAAmk/Nm5koZs8qTI/s320/PA270389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262403159032440770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQfPyD3uruI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9GkmF0YDgfs/s1600-h/PA270324.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQfPyD3uruI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9GkmF0YDgfs/s320/PA270324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262403148545175266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQfPx0gpjBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MfQnmT-XKh8/s1600-h/n723155272_9304.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SQfPx0gpjBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MfQnmT-XKh8/s320/n723155272_9304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262403144421837842" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-2230295236202939844?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-71058409292328604032008-10-21T09:07:00.000-07:002008-10-21T09:37:30.276-07:00Alright here goes,<br />Here's where I get to the point and write for me. I've been having a hard time THINKING for just me. I have this constant worry that I need everyones opinion on everything to make sure it's okay. But that's my problem. I feel like I can't make up my own mind, because of my obsession to make sure what everyone thinks.<br /><br />So here's where I tell you exactly how <span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span> feel and you understand.<br /><br />I'm horribly depressed.<br />Like the worst I've ever been in my life.<br />I have not had a morning here that I didn't wake up crying or regretting my decision to come here.<br />You wouldn't believe how difficult it is to be happy 100% of the time while you are working when it's the happiest place on the earth.<br /><br />I have not had a day here that I didn't feel sick. I've had bronchitis, the flu, a horrible back (for 3 weeks now) and a ear infection and starting yesterday my bowels are really screwed up.<br /><br />On my days off I feel alright, I can relax and do what I want to do but the moment I have to leave and go to my job I hate it. It's the same feeling I had from MUN and Canadian Tire. I just couldn't go. I just knew it was wrong and everything about it made me depressed.<br /><br />I'm on the biggest emotional roller coaster of my life. I could feel great one time and then horrible the next. The only problem is that about 85% of the time I feel horrible. When I mean horrible I mean like, can't get out of bed, can't move, can't do anything but mope and cry. I've never really been this way before. I've had batches before but nothing this constant.<br /><br />I don't fit in here.<br />The people are not like me like I had expected.<br />I know I'm special and I just think I shine better in Newfoundland. I want to be myself here and I can't. The people are so much "younger" in mind then I am and I can't force myself to go backwards. I don't want to come home a different person. I like who I am and I can't change that to make this experience better for me.<br /><br />Because to make this better for me I have to cave into binge drinking and gossiping. I said the words "relatively consistent" yesterday and I was looked at like I had ten heads. I like the person I am in Newfoundland. I know it's who I am.<br /><br />I am trying so hard to just ignore and focus on how I feel.<br /><br />I don't want to "quit"<br />I don't feel like I am "quitting"<br />I look at my picture wall here and immediately cry. I miss everything I am and everything I have back in Newfoundland.<br /><br />When I have my days off and I go out I feel awesome. I have a blast and it's a reminder of how much I love Florida. There is so much to do! It's great, but in the end it's a place I want to vacation. I love being here and I'm so sad that I can't show everyone how important this place is to me. Working for Disney was a desire to me because of how much I loved the man Walt Disney. He's story is so wonderful and I know how hard of a time he had creating what exists today and that he just kept going. He had faith in himself that THIS was IT! He just had to keep pushing to show people that he could succeed. Because he believed 100% that what he had created was going to be legendary. Even if everyone told him it would not be.<br /><br />He followed his dreams and everything came true.<br />For the longest time I believed this was my dream. To somehow put MY positive attitude and my life dreams into Walt's footsteps. But as I try, I realize that this isn't it for me. As amazing as this experience is and as lucky as I am to have this opportunity I know it's not it. I know that I'm meant to do bigger and better things. Who knows! They still may be here in Florida, even in Disney World but not in this position.<br /><br />I know myself that I need to feel like <span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span> have a role. The first couple of days here that's all they tell you. They remind you how IMPORTANT you are to this company. How you have the ability to create magic. Which I don't disagree with. I've made magic here, I've seen magic and I've felt it. But in a company that has over 18 thousand employees it's hard to feel like YOU are important.<br /><br />I also am aware that there is always going to be negatives in a job. I know that I will always have people I dislike working with me. I know that I will be away from my hometown and my family. I understand all of this. The problem is that I <span style="font-weight: bold;">feel</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">know</span> in my heart that this is wrong.<br /><br />I feel like I am wasting my time here.<br />I am more excited about living my life and my future with Aaron. We are leaving Newfoundland in September together. We're getting a place, I'm getting a job, starting school perhaps again, he's doing his masters and we've got all these life plans. I know that this is right. Because I've never been so sure in my life that this is meant to happen.<br /><br />I've also never been more sure that I am going to be with Aaron for the rest of my life until I came here. He's been through so much with me, so many changes, so many emotional situations and ups and downs in our relationship. We've never broken up, we've never not finalized an argument and he has done EVERYTHING to improve any problems I've had. when I mean everything I really mean everything.<br /><br />I've never found someone so dedicated in my life.<br /><br />He's having such a hard time too and I can feel it. He's done nothing but support me 100% in my decisions. I know he wishes everyday that I was with him but has always said that he wants me to do what is best for me. He's really depressed as well and has no motivation since I've been gone.<br /><br />We're inseparable. The distance has helped us so much but it has also shown me that I don't need to do this.<br /><br />I've always had the desire to be irresponsible. To have the drunken nights, do the stupid things and regret them. I only felt that way because I've never been that way. I was worried that because I found who I want to be with for the rest of my life so early that I missed out on a huge chunk of my life. The part of your life where you date many people, make mistakes and just learn from them. But coming here I know that I don't need that, that I don't want that and I'm glad I didn't live that part of my life. I've just gone a different pathway then most people.<br /><br />I've learned so much from this experience, I really have. I know I am going to come back a stronger and happier person. I'm going to pay attention to the little things and appreciate the things I never did before.<br /><br />I am so lucky to have the support I have back home (all of you) and that all the work I have put into helping people my whole life as been paid off since I've left. Having the support I do back home from everyone has just be amazing.<br /><br />Walt Disney World has not changed for me. It's still my favorite place, I still hold it dear to my heart. But like I said, it's only the happiest place on earth when you're here, not working here.<br /><br />So the bottom line is, I've decided FOR ME that this is what I am doing. I am coming home, I'm going to try for an assistant manager position with another company that's dear to me. EB. I am going to go back to being Tracey. I'm going to drive back and forth on the Harbour Arterial and be so happy that I'm doing it. I think about that drive almost every day here.<br /><br />I'm going to be with my family on Christmas<br />I'm going to be there for Aaron's family on Boxing Day and Christmas.<br />I'm going to be the best sister I can be to both Lucas and Emily.<br />I'm going to help my mother out with anything and everything she needs.<br />I'm going to learn to not argue with my father so much<br />I'm going to remember how important I am to myself.<br />I'm going to spend my four year anniversary with Aaron the same way I've always done it.<br />I'm going to enjoy each day for what it is not what I want it to be.<br />I'm going to be thankful for everyone and everything I've ever had the opportunity to be part of be it a experience or a life.<br />I'm going to be the best girlfriend I can be<br /><br />and on top of all of this I am going to be <span style="font-weight: bold;">ME</span><br /><br />Thank you for reading this if you did, it's extremely important to me.<br /><br />Mark Butt and i had a conversation and he sent me this and to be honest, this is completely how I feel about being here. Please watch it.<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIntrayvOlc"><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIntrayvOlc</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-7105840929232860403?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-39269680468175394972008-10-20T18:30:00.001-07:002008-10-20T18:52:29.944-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SP0wyq35QQI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1X6rP-3e9jw/s1600-h/n723155272_4578507_5950.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SP0wyq35QQI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1X6rP-3e9jw/s320/n723155272_4578507_5950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259413586898927874" border="0" /></a><br /></div><h1><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><br /></a></h1><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-3926968046817539497?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-60912712865477480332008-10-20T07:22:00.000-07:002008-10-20T07:32:48.657-07:00So here's are two of my favourite moments so far with a guest.<br /><br />Number one:<br /><br />I am walking outside with a guest bringing them to the nearest smoking area when we are leaving the pavilion we're walking over this little bridge and she turns to me and says...<br /><br />WOMAN: "Do you live under here?"<br /><br />ME: "This bridge? uhhh I don't but there could be some trolls"<br /><br />WOMAN: "hahah no I mean...under here"<br /><br />ME:"I'm sorry?"<br /><br />WOMAN:"like...under the park"<br /><br />ME: "umm no, we're actually housed uhh outside but still on Disney property in really nice condos"<br /><br />WOMAN: "So, not underground"<br /><br />Me: "NO."<br /><br />-END CONVERSATION-<br /><br />I couldn't believe someone actually asked that!<br />YUP WE COME OUT OF THE SEWERS TO GET TO WORK!!<br /><br /><br />Conversation number TWO! This one happened yesterday. So I end up meeting a a Newfoundlander!<br /><br />Man: "YES BY! YER FROM NEWFOUNDLAND!"<br />Me: "I am! Are you folks from Newfoundland as well?"<br />Man: "SURE ARE! WITLESS BAY!"<br />Me: "That's awesome! You guys are the first people I've met from Newfoundland!"<br />Man: "Yes By! Beers some cheap here"<br /><br />The first thing he says is "beers some cheap here" not...."hows the job", "how'd you get here" or "do you miss home?"<br /><br />I laughed so much after he left.<br />We talked a whole bunch more afterwards but that was the first thing he said to me. It was priceless.<br /><br />On top of that so far I have been asked:<br />"Can you speak canadian?"<br />"Do you drive on the other side of the road in Canada?"<br />"What is your currency in Canada?"<br />"Does everyone in Canada have a tv in there house?" (why would you ask that?)<br />"What does Canadian Beer taste like?" (UHHH BEER)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-6091271286547748033?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-54347359506228105382008-10-15T09:00:00.000-07:002008-10-15T09:06:22.928-07:00I swam with sharks yesterday.<br /><br />That statement sounds SO COOL.<br />But the real story is that I swam with sharks, had a panic attack, choked on salt water and then swam so fast that I couldn't really focus on the sharks and fish that were swimming below me. I didn't need a life guard or anything, I totally played it cool. The funny part was that in the end I was more scared AFTER it had happened then before. I don't think i'll do it again because before I did it I was not really aware of what it would be like.<br /><br />Either way!<br />I SWAM WITH SHARKS!<br />I totally body surfed on 6ft waves as well (which was really cool but in the end I kept loosing my bathing suit)<br /><br />It was awesome because me and Ashley bought a underwater camera. We're really looking forward to the pictures. We may even go back next Monday!<br /><br />I'm still pretty sure that I will be going home on the 27th of November.<br />I have great moments like this where I say "Why would I leave this place?!"<br />But the only time I have moments like that is when I feel like I'm on vacation.<br />When I am here at home or at work or out anywhere I feel like I shouldn't be here.<br /><br />All vacations have to end. Mine just exists 2 days a week.<br />I can't deal with only being happy when I have plans on one of those two days.<br /><br />I'm TOTALLY TRYING I PROMISE.<br />Things have gotten so much better since I thought about going home.<br />I've just had some back luck. The moment I got over my bronchitis, I got a bad back. My back has been so bad for 2 weeks. Now that my back is starting to get better, I have a really bad pain in my ear.<br /><br />I know I will eventually come back here again.<br />I'm enjoying my time so much now that I know I may be going home.<br />Either way...this is just a little update.<br />I'll post a few pictures (not from shark day)<br />and write later.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYUMuChxyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_6wgTgqhWkM/s1600-h/P9240635.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYUMuChxyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_6wgTgqhWkM/s320/P9240635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257411823751251746" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYTLmS4VmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/QTB9tH3gPyg/s1600-h/Castle.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYTLmS4VmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/QTB9tH3gPyg/s320/Castle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257410704980858466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYUM6gWF8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/n1JtggTl50k/s1600-h/P9240626.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYUM6gWF8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/n1JtggTl50k/s320/P9240626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257411827097540546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYTLtBJVwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nIZ17_0Kz68/s1600-h/Tracey.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYTLtBJVwI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nIZ17_0Kz68/s320/Tracey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257410706785523458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYTMC7OlLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bBY2C--GMuA/s1600-h/PA020686.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYTMC7OlLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/bBY2C--GMuA/s320/PA020686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257410712666281138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYTMaUCm5I/AAAAAAAAAbo/wCCSCM4j6lA/s1600-h/PA020699.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYTMaUCm5I/AAAAAAAAAbo/wCCSCM4j6lA/s320/PA020699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257410718944369554" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYTMi9vrhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/szCVy-Ar0Fc/s1600-h/PA020743.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SPYTMi9vrhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/szCVy-Ar0Fc/s320/PA020743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257410721266773522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />love you all!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-5434735950622810538?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-30352376268149003452008-10-08T00:43:00.000-07:002008-10-08T00:49:38.265-07:00hahah mom told me today that my blogs sound suicidal.<br />so apparently if someone jumps off the Epcot ball you know it was me right?<br /><br />I am going to try to keep this as positive as I can.<br />Especially since my mom thinks I sound like I'm manic depressive.<br /><br />WATCH OUT!! THAT GIRL!! ON TOP OF CINDERELLAS CASTLE!! SHE'S GOING TO JUMP!!<br />MOM!! IT'S TINKER BELL!<br /><br />uuuugggg.....<br /><br />Yeah, I'm doing better.<br />I had so many moments today that reminded me of why I wanted to be here.<br />I bonded so well with Hiroko we talked about Japanese Culture until...well now.<br />So for around 3 hours.<br /><br />I told her all about mummering and she is like scared to death of it.<br />It makes me laugh so much.<br /><br />She's taught me how to write my name in both alphabets and told me all about the great festivals that go on in Japan. She comes from a "very small community" of 599,000 PEOPLE!! More then Newfoundland in total. I love that.<br /><br />She loves me teaching her English and has given me this book all about the things that go on in Japan. It's written in both Japanese and English so when she cannot really explain the whole idea in English...she shows it to me in the book, I read it and explain it to her in a simple way. She loves it and I love doing it.<br /><br />She really keeps saying "please come to Japan with your boyfriend! You will love it!"<br /><br />She's so sweet and I'm very sad that she is leaving in two weeks.<br />Sigh.<br /><br />BUT NO SIGHS ALLOWED!<br />CHEER UP SAD SACK!<br /><br />Yesterday explodingdog.com posted this picture and I was like "yup...meant to be"<br />It's my new background.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SOxl8BNhqGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wHKzVH3cECo/s1600-h/icantgiveup2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SOxl8BNhqGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wHKzVH3cECo/s320/icantgiveup2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254686947026249826" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-3035237626814900345?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-48286222015988121672008-10-07T06:54:00.001-07:002008-10-07T06:56:55.097-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SOtqmgn0bfI/AAAAAAAAAZI/APpUQb7eEZ4/s1600-h/heartache.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SOtqmgn0bfI/AAAAAAAAAZI/APpUQb7eEZ4/s320/heartache.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254410600082337266" border="0" /></a><br />The heart pangs are unbearable.<br />I don't want to be around anyone anymore.<br />I just want to go home.<br /><br />Every morning I wake up I wish I wasn't here.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-4828622201598812167?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-75090237159206882162008-10-05T22:41:00.000-07:002008-10-05T22:55:07.338-07:00Listening to this song by Jack Johnson just makes me feel like I should leave.<br />I'm sorry that this is turning into a blog about not my adventures but how hard of a time I am having here. I just want to go back to normal. To wake up every morning and watch cartoons while Aaron does what he has to do.<br /><br />Or having Mom and Dad bug me to sit in the living room with them.<br />Or having friends that are just like me that want to do things that I want to do.<br /><br />I really have no found anyone really that I can rely on here.<br />I feel like I am trying so hard.<br />I feel like I am here for the wrong reasons.<br />The magic is completely gone for me and that's the hardest thing to say.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Who's to say</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What's impossible</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Well they forgot</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This world keeps spinning</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And with each new day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I can feel a change in everything</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And as the surface breaks reflections fade</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But in some ways they remain the same</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And as my mind begins to spread its wings</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There's no stoppin' curiosity</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I wanna turn the whole thing upside down</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll find the things they say just can't be found</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll share this love I find with everyone</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's song</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't want this feeling to go away</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Who's to say</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I can't do everything</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Well I can try</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And as I roll along I begin to find</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Things aren't always just what they seem</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I wanna turn the whole thing upside down</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll find the things they say just can't be found</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll share this love I find with everyone</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's song</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This world keeps spinning and there's no time to waste</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Will it all keep spinning and spinning round and round and</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Upside down</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Who's to say whats impossible and can't be found</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't want this feeling to go away</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Please Don't go away</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> is this how it's supposed to be"</span><br /><br /></span>It's funny because, the song has nothing to do with how I am feeling. But I just feel like I'm not as curious as I think I was. I just want to hear from people back home. To know that people are still there and that they are somehow in someway thinking about me. I miss hanging out with Heather and Lar and letting our boyfriends go off and do what they want to do.<br /><br />I just...<br />I don't want you all to worry.<br />I just need a taste of home. I almost cried when a guest told me they were from born in Newfoundland. I really did. I get heart flutters when the girl that's "from st john's" walks by me and I read her name tag that says "St John's, Newfoundland"<br /><br />I need to not be around the huge amount of craziness, the high school drama, the drunk mondays that nobody can sleep through.<br /><br />I'm fun to be around...I just cannot force myself to be excited to go to a bar with 90 people and get drunk and watch them make mistakes.<br /><br />I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.<br />I know I'll learn to cope and I know I will find people I can relate to but right now I feel more alone then I have this whole month.<br /><br />I keep falling asleep knowing that this is temporary...it's just not going as fast as I need it to.<br /><br /><br />This makes no sense I know...I just am not feeling great.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-7509023715920688216?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-68725995699516071742008-09-29T19:14:00.000-07:002008-09-29T21:07:09.858-07:00Today I left work during illuminations.<br />I couldn't help but completely break down in tears because I leave work DURING THIS!<br />That all of these people are seeing this for the very first time.<br />Celebrating birthdays, honeymoons, anniversaries or even family reunions.<br />It's such a special moment for them and I get to share it with new people EVERY DAY.<br /><br />I love it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-6872599569951607174?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-77442695212713345572008-09-22T16:17:00.000-07:002008-09-22T16:22:31.416-07:00Today was meant to happen.<br />I feel horrible.<br />I had to go to work in SO MUCH RAIN<br />then I got there...the beer cart was closed so I folded napkins for an hour and then we closed popcorn/beer and came home.<br /><br />So first thing: I'm sick as a dog<br />Second thing: I would not have got off until 11:00<br />Third thing: I have to get up at 5am<br />Fourth thing: NOW I CAN WATCH HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER AND HEROES!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-7744269521271334557?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-46365967501305530492008-09-21T09:46:00.000-07:002008-09-21T10:00:46.934-07:00I feel a little left out because of the kind of people that are here.<br />I've found some great friends but it seems like so many of the other people are only here to get drunk and sleep around.<br /><br />It bothers me a whole lot because I don't want to be around those people because like I said, I really don't like them (the way they are.) But at the same time, if I don't spend time with them I really will be pushed away from the "Canadian" girls group. Sometimes I feel like...I came for the wrong reasons? Like this isn't what I had expected.<br /><br />I've had lots of fun but it's all way to HUGE for me.<br />I like low key events.<br />I like spending time with the girls I've bonded with, having a few drinks.<br />I love just hanging out with James and Jenn and going to the parks...or just talking.<br /><br />The girl that is training me is 19.<br />She's a drunk.<br />She's so annoying and rude.<br />Also, apparently she does this to everyone she trains...she says on our lunch break that she "forgot" her card and of course...we all work in Disney world so we offer to pay for her lunch and she can pay us back. I cannot believe this. She doesn't pay anyone back and has been doing this for 6 months.<br /><br />I wish someone would have told me about that.<br /><br />and now I'm really upset.<br />Because I don't like most of the girls that are here because they're all so slutty and I just want to have fun without all this gross drama.<br />I miss Aaron...<br />I miss my normal friends back home...<br />I miss my family...<br /><br />I'm glad none of my roommates feel differently then I do.<br />they understand me completely.<br /><br />I just feel like a whole lot of the magic is taken out of this job.<br />sigh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-4636596750130553049?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-33762840472426480082008-09-14T16:23:00.000-07:002008-09-19T09:40:17.876-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVtQDN8kI/AAAAAAAAAW4/euNzvfBG2Ew/s1600-h/P9130213.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVtQDN8kI/AAAAAAAAAW4/euNzvfBG2Ew/s320/P9130213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247772964196053570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVttmbJmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Om65ZyXXQCk/s1600-h/P9130305.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVttmbJmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Om65ZyXXQCk/s320/P9130305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247772972128347746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVt0-ZF2I/AAAAAAAAAXI/F0lPC8kzXGU/s1600-h/P9110010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVt0-ZF2I/AAAAAAAAAXI/F0lPC8kzXGU/s320/P9110010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247772974107924322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPU_t3BI-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dKgHU3j4wU0/s1600-h/P9110015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPU_t3BI-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dKgHU3j4wU0/s320/P9110015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247772181923963874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPU_03xrSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jTUII4BRwWo/s1600-h/P9120024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPU_03xrSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jTUII4BRwWo/s320/P9120024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247772183806192930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVAS_lFpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/euEi_9Ytk8Q/s1600-h/P9120077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVAS_lFpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/euEi_9Ytk8Q/s320/P9120077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247772191891986066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVArfLdnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/n9H0iGBMZUw/s1600-h/P9120114.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVArfLdnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/n9H0iGBMZUw/s320/P9120114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247772198466975346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVA5KVXII/AAAAAAAAAWw/w5OQBpZFmdw/s1600-h/P9120134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SNPVA5KVXII/AAAAAAAAAWw/w5OQBpZFmdw/s320/P9120134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247772202137640066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">EDIT: THIS WAS WRITTEN A FEW DAYS AGO</span><br /><br />I really enjoy living alone.<br />I love my roommates, I like how I have an option to be alone or go hang out with them.<br /><br />I'm just hanging out now on my computer after spending the whole day sleeping after class and I'm just having a beer "Kirinichiban" and some chips and salsa.<br /><br />Last night I saw wishes at Magic Kingdom and I cried the whole time. 100% of the time. I cannot wait for whomever is coming down here to visit to see them with you guys. The whole time I was crying all I was thinking about was that my wish has come true. The firework display is all about no matter what you just wait and your wish will come true. I was standing there with 5 people I've never known before in my life and experiencing such a great feeling with them. I've bonded so well with everyone here and I love that I can just call up someone and say "want to just go watch the fireworks tonight?" How many people can say that?<br /><br />16,000 apparently because that's how many employees work for the Walt Disney Company and I'm one of them!!<br /><br /><br /><br />EDIT: This is today!<br /><br />So I still love it here but this morning I had the first weird moment where I thought that I was home when I woke up. i woke up and all I hear is two people talking and I was listening trying to figure out who was visiting the house. Turns out it was just my roommates not my parents friends. It was a weird feeling.<br /><br />Once our japanease roommates move out Ashley (my like best canadian friend here) is moving into my room and we're making it AWESOME. We got a TV at the throw out the night before last and I'm so excited! So now I have a TV in my room! (or I will soon)<br /><br />Sorry this blog sucks because I'm really hungry and tired and don't want to write but it's just been so long!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-3376284047242648008?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-6538257430965505142008-09-12T07:40:00.001-07:002008-09-12T07:47:40.775-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMqBAMsxleI/AAAAAAAAAUk/v5VuiGhbnXw/s1600-h/P9120023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMqBAMsxleI/AAAAAAAAAUk/v5VuiGhbnXw/s320/P9120023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245146556435371490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMp_jnv_2OI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gWl1Gw70WVY/s1600-h/P9120021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMp_jnv_2OI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gWl1Gw70WVY/s320/P9120021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245144965968812258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I have the best boyfriend in the world.<br />Aaron has never bought me flowers because he always said he wanted to wait for the perfect time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-653825743096550514?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-71555293813902880122008-09-10T09:00:00.000-07:002008-09-10T09:12:05.675-07:00So I had my first bennigins last night.<br />I ate a hamburger bigger then Jenn's head.<br />Jenn also ate a burger bigger then her head (IT WAS SO GOOD)<br /><br />I went for a swim and met tons of UK people (which I'm now great friends with)<br />I got to meet Charlotte, Mauro, Casey, Jenn and James (the people I've been waiting to meet)<br />It was great we hung out went out for Pints.<br /><br />Then me and Jenn had a sad moment together, I attended my first throw-out.<br />It was the saddest thing.<br />Basically two people were leaving we went to "the car wash" where the throw outs happen.<br />They both brought stuff they were getting rid of and told a story about everything.<br />I ended up coming home with 1000million hangers and a desk lamp.<br /><br />Jenn also got a helmet so we can play "3 man"<br />We know nothing about it and apparently nobody would play it.<br /><br />http://www.webtender.com/handbook/games/threeman.game<br /><br />I just looked it up and me and Jenn are going to play it because the guy have us a helmet.<br />Jenn, I'll pick up dice today.<br /><br />At the end of the throw in everyone got around and sang a cool version of O'Canada.<br />It was so sad but so nice.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My throw in was supposed to be tonight but there is only 2 of us so were waiting for the next arrival group and combining them.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>I came home around 1am and stayed up until around 2:30 talking to Ashley (my Canadian roommate) and Julie and Julia (also both Canadian) They were all so great! I also met my ACTUAL roommate yesterday she's from Japan her name is Hiroko and is so sweet and cute.<br /><br />I headed out at around 9 this morning for my first class and I just got out. Now I'm having a little nap and heading to Vista at 1:45 to get my housing ID.<br /><br />I'll post pictures of my room and people later!<br />LOVE YOU ALL AND MISS YOU!<br />I'm doing much better, thanks to everyone for leaving comments and words of wisdom.<br />They really meant a whole lot.<br /><br />ALSO EMILY BRIANNA RUDKIN<br />I love you and miss you tons. I promise we will talk soon.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-7155529381390288012?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-74220537958175518432008-09-09T18:14:00.000-07:002008-09-09T18:16:05.945-07:00I feel so much better.<br />I just met a bunch of people and we're on our way out for beer pong and burgers.<br />I'm glad.<br /><br />Hopefully tonight will be easier for sleeping.<br />I love you all.<br />and miss you all way to much<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-7422053795817551843?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-20484791025397290352008-09-09T12:27:00.000-07:002008-09-09T12:31:26.377-07:00So sad.<br />I want to go home...<br />I need to see more people to get comfortable.<br /><br />I have 7 roommates.<br />Apparently they are NEVER home.<br />I'm lonely and trying so hard not to cry.<br />But I am still doing it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-2048479102539729035?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-35286894325451818842008-09-08T08:54:00.000-07:002008-09-08T09:04:58.928-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">Alright so I'm better now.<br />I had a REALLY hard night. I ended up calling Misty at 1:30am to see if she was still awake and I went over to her and David's room (which I didn't like doing cause I know I'd be bugged if someone did that to me) and I slept in the bed in there room with them.<br /><br />I was so lonely and needed someone to calm me down.<br /><br />I'm alright now though, I spoke to Aaron this morning and we're heading out to get my cellphone today at Virgin.<br /><br />Here's some photos from the past few days :)<br /></div> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVMhPOqSbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_zA_0pxhL58/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVMhPOqSbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_zA_0pxhL58/s320/Picture+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243681475050228146" border="0" /></a> My Cousin Heather and Me being Crazy<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVMhQ9ze3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/0puOXvPkoD0/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVMhQ9ze3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/0puOXvPkoD0/s320/Picture+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243681475516398450" border="0" /></a><br />David makes me look so white. Us being hot.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVMhrppd3I/AAAAAAAAAUE/McH46mrvQH8/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVMhrppd3I/AAAAAAAAAUE/McH46mrvQH8/s320/Picture+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243681482679613298" border="0" /></a><br />Beautiful Heather and Holly<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVMh-cRQ5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Dwn6jiZdeqQ/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVMh-cRQ5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Dwn6jiZdeqQ/s320/Picture+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243681487723774866" border="0" /></a><br />Yeah, they're normal?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVL3Q9QwzI/AAAAAAAAATM/xnR8kqMegD4/s1600-h/P9060502.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVL3Q9QwzI/AAAAAAAAATM/xnR8kqMegD4/s320/P9060502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243680753959617330" border="0" /></a><br />Misty and I with our "Bone Daiquiris"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVL3zl56yI/AAAAAAAAATU/8ZgC-ytHw70/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVL3zl56yI/AAAAAAAAATU/8ZgC-ytHw70/s320/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243680763256892194" border="0" /></a><br />David won a POOH BEAR!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVL4PdBllI/AAAAAAAAATc/6gr2m8CUIl4/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVL4PdBllI/AAAAAAAAATc/6gr2m8CUIl4/s320/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243680770735838802" border="0" /></a><br />Heather being Awesome<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVL4b3n0oI/AAAAAAAAATk/xyAeTr0EevI/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVL4b3n0oI/AAAAAAAAATk/xyAeTr0EevI/s320/Picture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243680774068621954" border="0" /></a><br />Yager Bombs<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVL4t4qogI/AAAAAAAAATs/eGeyooBtKTk/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SMVL4t4qogI/AAAAAAAAATs/eGeyooBtKTk/s320/Picture+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243680778904838658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Myself and Misty<br /></div><br /><br /></div></div>Yeah, I was playing the hick last night!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-3528689432545181884?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-71771240514727298832008-09-07T21:50:00.002-07:002008-09-07T21:55:33.774-07:00I'm scared<br />I'm lonely.<br /><br />I don't know if it's something that's only really happening cause I just got here or if it's just at night but I needed to get out of the room just now.<br /><br />I'm sitting on the stairs outside trying to get an internet connection in hopes of talking to someone from home.<br /><br />I keep fantasizing about going home and being with Aaron and everyone.<br /> I'm trying not to cry but I am really lonely.<br /><br />I just had such a great day today with Greg and Pop and everyone but just when it gets late at night and everyone is asleep I just get so upset. I want to call Aaron but it's way to late. I know it is but I just want to talk to someone from home.<br /><br />Nobody is on MSN.<br />Hopefully I'll be able to get to sleep and that tomorrow will come soon.<br />I miss having a hand to hold :(<br /><br />I'm a stupid mess<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-7177124051472729883?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-14284184489931411672008-09-06T15:51:00.000-07:002008-09-06T15:53:47.505-07:00I'm in Florida!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-1428418448993141167?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-83546101055553046112008-09-05T03:37:00.000-07:002008-09-05T03:39:44.948-07:00I am so physically sick.<br />I woke up about 10 minutes ago and all I could think about was the fact that I was going.<br />I leave in 15hours.<br /><br />I'm really trying not to vomit.<br /><br />It's the kind of feeling like you know you did AWESOME on a exam but you are still really worried about it? If that makes any sense.<br /><br />Oh god.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-8354610105555304611?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-56565450529083678432008-09-04T04:07:00.000-07:002008-09-04T04:30:36.575-07:00So I'm leaving in 2 days.<br />I have my main luggage packed (I HAVE SO MUCH CLOTHES)<br />But since I have pretty much my whole wardrobe I realised I can just donate whatever is left because clearly if I'm not taking it, it's not worth a whole lot to me (other then my winter clothes)<br /><br />I have less space then I thought I had so I'm definitely going to be paying extra for the weight.<br />I weighed my main piece when I had MOST of my clothes and it was 55pounds. But I realised that my third piece of luggage is too small. :(<br /><br />We have the hotel booked for the first three days.<br />Or at least my Grandfather does. (I'm happy because it has a pool!)<br />Now that I've said that I sound so stupid because I'm sure EVERY hotel has a pool.<br />I'm a loser and completely forgot where I was going.<br /><br />It's only 1.5miles away from Disney.<br />And 8 miles away from where I will live!<br /><br />I also have all of my paperwork scanned and printed so I have TWO copies of everything.<br />I have ~$900 to take with me.<br />So I'll completely be safe with paying my rent at first and getting my work shoes, food and a TV hopefully.<br /><br />Either way, I'm just writing this just because.<br />I promise this will be 100% more interesting once I get there.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-5656545052908367843?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-44997937717104817172008-09-02T19:39:00.000-07:002008-09-02T19:41:05.882-07:00So I'm on the cusp of 3 days and I'm actually getting REALLY excited.<div>I screamed in the car today by myself. It was a great feeling.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was singing "Happy Little Working Song"</div><div>and I just got WAY to excited.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to miss everyone but I think I'm starting to explode</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-4499793771710481717?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-3754346979442523462008-09-01T18:12:00.000-07:002008-09-01T18:13:16.653-07:004 days...does that mean I have to start packing?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-375434697944252346?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-27567177903399668692008-08-30T06:35:00.000-07:002008-08-31T10:54:53.370-07:00Well folks,<br />I leave in a week?<br />So bizarre.<br /><br />Myself and Aaron are cute and went and made teddy bears for each other at bears and cheers. I'll post pictures of them later. We named them "Walt" and "Flo" (flo is for the beginning of florida...) They are both VERY fat and will make great cuddle partners for us while we are apart. We also went to The Peppermill and Dairy Queen last night which was lovely.<br /><br />My family going away party is tonight as well. Man my house is like party central.<br /><br />Mike has left. He's now in Welland. He left on Wednesday. I have not heard from him yet but I'm sure he's okay. Kristen and Anthony leave tomorrow and boy oh boy is it ever crazy. Everyone is leaving and it totally breaks my heart. Aaron keeps making fun of me because I am also going and I get so upset that everyone else is leaving, but I can't help it. They're going to be in a strange place and I worry.<br /><br />But at the same time I really take comfort in knowing that I will not be the only person that's away from the rock and my family. So we can talk and be big sooks together.<br /><br />I've purchased my health insurance and all of that is figured out. I also got a second license so that when I get my Florida one I'll still have my Newfoundland one. I said I "lost" it. So all that is left to do now is pack. Amazing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLm-uVAkf5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/DVzbCSXaYp4/s1600-h/P8260264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLm-uVAkf5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/DVzbCSXaYp4/s320/P8260264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240429344545079186" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our dudes coming home from the Hospital<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLm_QJTCXVI/AAAAAAAAATE/0LGfUAcRUzs/s1600-h/P8260271.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLm_QJTCXVI/AAAAAAAAATE/0LGfUAcRUzs/s320/P8260271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240429925516860754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLm_CIvfpRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Hxgw_wtTduA/s1600-h/P8260266.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLm_CIvfpRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Hxgw_wtTduA/s320/P8260266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240429684849616146" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aaron with Walt and his Birth Certificate<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-2756717790339966869?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-43087700868404156172008-08-24T09:23:00.000-07:002008-08-24T09:30:45.716-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLGMeuYdp8I/AAAAAAAAASM/0WK-T-D8Q94/s1600-h/DSC_1401.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLGMeuYdp8I/AAAAAAAAASM/0WK-T-D8Q94/s320/DSC_1401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238122301083199426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLGMe2OqeWI/AAAAAAAAASU/7GQ7UNUHdc8/s1600-h/DSC_1421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLGMe2OqeWI/AAAAAAAAASU/7GQ7UNUHdc8/s320/DSC_1421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238122303189580130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLGMfLhq_XI/AAAAAAAAASc/2685p0kYRuM/s1600-h/DSC_1482.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLGMfLhq_XI/AAAAAAAAASc/2685p0kYRuM/s320/DSC_1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238122308906450290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLGMfkGCMiI/AAAAAAAAASk/YJwwpfbOgkw/s1600-h/DSC_1554.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLGMfkGCMiI/AAAAAAAAASk/YJwwpfbOgkw/s320/DSC_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238122315501416994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLGMgNBN-WI/AAAAAAAAASs/MsoP1suLdJw/s1600-h/DSC_1578.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SLGMgNBN-WI/AAAAAAAAASs/MsoP1suLdJw/s320/DSC_1578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238122326487071074" border="0" /></a><br />So going away party was a HUGE success.<br />I felt like a real princess.<br /><br />Everyone put so much work into their costumes and it was fantastic!<br />Nobody came not dressed up.<br />I really appreciated it.<br /><br />Either way, I've posted all the photos on facebook but i'll post a few here :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-4308770086840415617?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-13013356158175226352008-08-22T09:07:00.000-07:002008-08-22T09:35:50.963-07:00Alright so 15 days.<br />Here's where I am in regards to preparation to leave.<br /><br />-Semi packed my Canadian Stuff and some clothes<br /><br />-Huge going away party tomorrow<br /><br />-Costume ready for tomorrow<br /><br />-Around 450.00 American to take hoping to have around 700<br /><br />-Last day of work on Friday the 29th<br /><br />-Family going away party on the 30th (the numbers are going upwards to 50? I didn't even know I had that much family?)<br /><br />-Cleaning out my room almost every day and I STILL CANNOT GET ANYTHING DONE<br /><br />-Vacation with Aaron is finished (it was lovely) I'm really going to miss being with him 24/7<br /><br />- My flight is booked for September 6th, 2008 my Uncle Greg, Cousin Misty and my Grandfather and Grandmother and driving to pick me up at the airport. I am then spending three days with them before I start work.<br /><br />-Insurance is figured out just me and dad have to go in once he gets home and purchase it.<br /><br />-Yummy Jobs called the day before yesterday to tell me I've been approved through the USA immigration something or other and my Visa will be coming in the mail in around a week or so.<br /><br />Either way the rest is just a cake walk (I hope)<br />I need to write up a list of things I need to buy/pack before I leave and start washing everything. I also need to start ripping some of my favourite DVD's so that I can have them.<br /><br />Also, Hey guys!<br />I just sent out a mass message to let people know about my blog so they can keep track of me while I'm away! Feel free to leave me comments (not so important now because I have not left yet) but I think it'll be a great way to keep to contact with some of you!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SK7qwzOgYjI/AAAAAAAAARo/hCHFs7Avliw/s1600-h/n572341992_1072466_3437.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SK7qwzOgYjI/AAAAAAAAARo/hCHFs7Avliw/s320/n572341992_1072466_3437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237381540784136754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Man, I'm going to miss this place<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-1301335615817522635?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-7757600081291786842008-08-15T06:53:00.000-07:002008-08-15T07:18:51.467-07:0022 DAYS?<br />I'm sorry, what?<br /><br />My going away party is next week.<br />This is so bizarre.<br />It's getting less realistic to me the closer I get to it, does that make any sense?<br />I guess I've just been excited for such a long time that it's wearing off.<br /><br />I'm so excited to meet everyone mostly.<br />James and I are huge kids and cannot wait to spend time together.<br />I cannot wait to meet everyone else that's there and everyone else that's coming the same time.<br />I have lots of painting left to do. I also think I'm going to organize my clothing now. To what I'm definitely not taking and what I may take. Something tells me this will take me all day.<br /><br />I've been having a really rough time with seeing everyone I want to see before I go.<br />I've been invited EVERYWHERE and I can't get to everything.<br />Poor Mark Butt has been after me for months and I still let him down.<br />I'm the worst.<br /><br />I love all of you but I just feel obligated to some people and can't fit everyone in.<br /><br /><br />THATS HOW YOU KNOW!<br />THATS HOW YOU KNOW!<br />HE'S YOUR LOVE!<br /><br />I AM GETTING OUT OF CONTROL EXCITED LISTENING TO DISNEY MUSIC NOW.<br />OH MY GOD<br />Okay....<br />Tracey.....<br />Calm...........<br />Down.............<br /><br />HE'LL WEAR YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR JUST SO HE CAN MATCH YOUR EYES!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SKWP4TWBHuI/AAAAAAAAARg/mdRtQxymBSo/s1600-h/enchanted_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SKWP4TWBHuI/AAAAAAAAARg/mdRtQxymBSo/s320/enchanted_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234748339316137698" border="0" /></a><br />SWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON<br /><br />My dreams are coming true, how do I control this?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-775760008129178684?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-74389878439447178202008-08-05T16:04:00.000-07:002008-08-05T16:07:10.752-07:00So it starts :)<div>I've left Penney Mazda going from 65 hours a week to 15.</div><div>I'm now off for a week, me and my baby are heading to Terra Nova tomorrow afternoon staying overnight and then spending the day hiking! </div><div><br /></div><div>Then we're back and off to Halifax for Sam and Matt's wedding (or friends)</div><div>I'm really excited about that and then when we come back we're heading around Newfoundland for more fun things.</div><div><br /></div><div>It'll be a great break and this month is going by so so fast.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-7438987843944717820?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-29712780947932159082008-07-30T08:07:00.000-07:002008-07-30T08:10:37.313-07:00Aaron and I spent a night apart the day before yesterday.<br />I slept in Blake town (which was around 1.5 hours away)<br /><br />He told me yesterday that he had a really hard night and was quite upset about me leaving. He said he was doing a really good job up until then. Unfortunately it makes me more upset knowing that he is upset. I know that he knows that because he told me he wasn't going to tell me.<br /><br />I'm at 5 weeks today<br />5 weeks until I move away.<br />It's getting more and more exciting but at the same time more and more scary.<br />Time is going MUCH faster now.<br /><br />I have not been running lately.<br />I should be.<br />I need to start up again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-2971278094793215908?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-65597741475062931302008-07-22T15:25:00.000-07:002008-07-22T15:31:06.302-07:00So 46 days today.<br />I've been spending time thinking about ways for me and Aaron to stay close.<br />I starting thinking about maybe keeping a private blog between the two of us for the days we can't really talk. Perhaps we could promise to write in it at least once a day.<br /><br />I think it would be really special to look back on and the excitment behind waiting for a new message would be great.<br /><br />I'm going to call him in a minute to see what he thinks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-6559774147506293130?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-5517567568603992022008-07-18T04:51:00.000-07:002008-07-18T04:59:26.889-07:0050 DAYS!<br />50 DAYS!<br /><br />To celebrate today, I am working 13hours straight!<br />ughh I hate life.<br /><br />I only have 6 work days, counting today, left until I'm finished here at Mazda.<br />Thank god.<br />The weekly pay cheque will be missed but the time spent here will not.<br /><br />Enjoy your day!<br />I hope I will.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-551756756860399202?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-74210246879528202902008-07-16T07:11:00.000-07:002008-07-16T07:15:49.301-07:00I'm so excited right now I honestly could throw up.<br />I mean it.<br /><br />My friend Jenn had her first day yesterday and reading her blog made me so excited!<br />Jenn, honestly I cannot wait to give you the biggest hug possible.<br /><br />I'm so glad I've met so many people before I leave.<br />I'm almost down to 50 days.<br />This is just wild.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-7421024687952820290?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-4163742747757021642008-07-15T19:18:00.000-07:002008-07-16T07:09:12.634-07:00Is it wrong that I'm hoping that there is a "red carpet" event that I can try to attend for High School Musical 3?<br /><br />I think it is bothersome.<br />I can't help it. I'd love to meet Troy.<br />Oh man, I'm crazy.<br /><br />I looked online at some concerts. Coldplay is playing while I'm there. I wonder if id like to go see them. Joe Satriani is playing on Halloween in downtown Disney. THAT would be cool<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-416374274775702164?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-70530545523355635502008-07-14T05:21:00.000-07:002008-07-14T05:40:11.003-07:00So <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Friday</span> I put in my two weeks notice at Penney Mazda.<br />The best part... I wrote it AT work, PRINTED it at work and handed it in.<br />The only hard part now is the next 10 work days.<br /><br />I've started to hate the building just like I did with MUN and Canadian Tire.<br />I just can't stand being here.<br /><br />My allergies are killing me lately too. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">uggghh</span><br /><br />I'm at 54 days today.<br />11 days until my birthday.<br /><br />Myself and Aaron are taking a vacation together for a week. Our friends are getting married in Nova <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Scotia</span> so from August 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span>-13<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> we're going to travel around our beautiful province along with the weekend we're flying to Halifax for the wedding in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kentville</span> then going back to Halifax for an evening and the day. I'm very excited.<br /><br />I'm hoping the month of August is going to be fantastic.<br />I'm sure it will be for even the simple fact that I will be working a whole lot less.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-7053054552335563550?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-51444227495821150682008-07-09T08:28:00.000-07:002008-07-09T08:41:19.531-07:00I have my health insurance figured out!<br />I am going with Bluecross for one full year for $660<br />They cover me up to 5 million dollars.<br />I am able to come home for visits without losing my insurance (as long as they are no more then a week)<br /><br />Bluecross has "preferred associates" that I will see.<br />Basically I call the number on the back of my card when I get there and they tell me the doctors and hospitals that I can go to.<br />The also pay the bill for me. So when I am going into see a doctor or if something happened I just give them a call before I leave (or someone else if I can't talk) and they will "be prepared to pay the bill"<br /><br />Thank the lord.<br />This is the one thing I was worried about and the last thing I was worried about.<br />So! Now I pretty much have everything settled away for when I leave.<br /><br />All I need to lots of money hahah.<br /><br />It's 59 days until I leave.<br />That's wild.<br />When I started this countdown it was 218 days.<br /><br />There is also only 16 days until my 21st birthday.<br />Wild<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-5144422749582115068?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-11920346171102909382008-07-08T07:28:00.000-07:002008-07-09T08:36:31.614-07:00I decided to take today off because it's nice out.<br />I'm losing $80 because of it.<br />But I need a break.<br /><br />I'm at MUN right now with Aaron while he works on something. Then we are going to blue cross so I can get my health insurance figured out. I will post all that fun stuff soon.<br /><br />My plan for today is to put a blanket outside<br />-finish my book<br />-listen to Sundays ITM<br />-enjoy the heat<br /><br />I was worried that I would never enjoy a Newfoundland summers day before I left.<br />I think I may today.<br />Fingers crossed.<br /><br />My good friend is getting married in less then a month. I need to write a speech and buy a dress. :S<br /><br />I'll update with all my health insurance soon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-1192034617110290938?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-86931424257325765982008-07-04T08:07:00.000-07:002008-07-09T08:36:49.175-07:00We finally have WARM weather.<br />It's 25 degrees out but it feels about 29.<br />It's beautiful.<br /><br />Yet I really don't have a HUGH appreciation for it knowing that I will be leaving soon.<br />64 days today. I don't want to wish away my summer but I can't help it.<br /><br />I've been continuing to run. I'm getting back into my excitement for it.<br />I had stopped but then I just starting wishing that I could lose more weight.<br />It seems like the more I lose the less attractive I feel? I don't know how that works.<br />I just want people to notice.<br /><br />The sun makes me feel great.<br />Maybe I'll even go for a run outside today instead of inside.<br /><br />I really can't wait to leave.<br />I can't wait for independence.<br />But at the same time...I know I'll miss Aaron.<br />I really hope that it'll work out. I know I'll have a bunch of great friends to help me through it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-8693142425732576598?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-60160459301433909802008-06-30T07:39:00.000-07:002008-06-30T07:45:35.532-07:00<div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Yeah, I'm being pulled in already.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I've been catching myself talking and reading and doing everything Disney.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I have to keep my lips shut sometimes because I am worried that people are bothered by my obsessive personality when it comes to this job.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I'm just so excited.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I'm currently ready a teen novel called "The Kingdom Keepers: Disney After Dark"</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I am really enjoying it and am trying my hardest not to finish it because I don't want it to end.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">But! As I am doing a little bit of research on something I had read in the book I find a Kingdom Keepers Two! "The Kingdom Keepers: Disney After Dawn" Apparently it's all about Animal Kingdom. It's slated to come out late August. Perhaps a plane book for me? </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I also saw WALL-E on opening night.<br />It was perfect.</div><div align="left">After that I rented the game.</div><div align="left">Finished the game.</div><div align="left">Then yesterday purchased a stuffed WALL-E and EVE</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217685426536889714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SGjxQD52vXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xjdrN9S00u4/s320/photo_9594.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">He's just so darn cute.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-6016045930143390980?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-90744148845752059352008-06-27T08:20:00.001-07:002008-06-27T08:26:27.635-07:00I don't think I'll be able to pay off my debt before I leave.<br />I have ~1800 left.<br />If I can sell those BSB tickets soon that's an extra $200<br />Maybe I can start selling things I own.<br />I really don't want it to come down to that but I have no money.<br /><br />I'm working two jobs.<br />It's not paying off my bills as fast as I need it to.<br />This blows.<br /><br />Perhaps I'll try to send money home to pay off bills.<br />That could work.<br />But I will be poor in Florida then.<br />Which seems worse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-9074414884575205935?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-18263445312389705712008-06-20T09:09:00.000-07:002008-06-20T09:12:24.397-07:00I feel weird about my leaving.<br />A bunch of my friends are leaving around the same time as me to go away to school.<br />I want to have a going away party for me. I'm not planning it Rosalie is but I feel guilty about it.<br />It's because two of my close friends are also moving away.<br />Which for some unknown reason it makes me REALLY depressed.<br />I'm not even going to be here but I still feel sad that they are moving away.<br /><br />It actually worries me more then anything that my two best friends will not be here when I return.<br />I will be more alone when I return then when I was away.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-1826344531238970571?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-56090072388117819612008-06-15T15:08:00.001-07:002008-06-15T15:29:38.823-07:00I purchased space bags today.<br />And Canadian P.J pants and boxers.<br />I tried out the space bags<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This is not for the faint of heart :(</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXQx2F_iI/AAAAAAAAAPU/cxqTJeptI9A/s1600-h/P6150045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXQx2F_iI/AAAAAAAAAPU/cxqTJeptI9A/s320/P6150045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212238458265140770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXRT8HWZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Mn4mvS_WXHU/s1600-h/P6150047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXRT8HWZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Mn4mvS_WXHU/s320/P6150047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212238467417201042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXRrotHeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vz_7fHDt0nk/s1600-h/P6150048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXRrotHeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vz_7fHDt0nk/s320/P6150048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212238473778240994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXRlmz0pI/AAAAAAAAAPs/owkyC_eSOa4/s1600-h/P6150054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXRlmz0pI/AAAAAAAAAPs/owkyC_eSOa4/s320/P6150054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212238472159679122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXR1UNYTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/UC5G8PcnwrQ/s1600-h/P6150055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXR1UNYTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/UC5G8PcnwrQ/s320/P6150055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212238476376629554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXftHWvmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iHKtdBvHhXw/s1600-h/P6150052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SFWXftHWvmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iHKtdBvHhXw/s320/P6150052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212238714693402210" border="0" /></a>But I still love him anyway :)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-5609007238811781961?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-48887654930603569692008-06-11T11:13:00.000-07:002008-06-11T11:52:41.737-07:00I've also committed myself to running a 5K in January and perhaps a half marathon in march. The 5K is a 100%. So far myself and <a href="http://jamesdisneyblog.blogspot.com">james</a> are doing the<a href="http://disneyworldsports.disney.go.com/dwws/en_US/marathon/events/detail?name=FamilyFunRunRaceDetailPage">Circle of Life 5K</a><br /><br />I'm starting to train today with doing the couch to 5K program.<br />I am 100% excited about this.<br />I bought running shorts today now all i need is a good sports bra.<br /><br />I want to place high in this.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-4888765493060356969?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-46342495782727979302008-06-11T06:04:00.000-07:002008-06-11T06:25:10.231-07:00It's official. I've got my one way ticket to Orlando.<br /> <br /><br />Welcome Aboard: Tracey Brown<br /><br />Date Flt Depart Seat Arrive Stops<br />----------- --- ----------------------- ---- ----------------------- -----<br />Sat 06Sep08 425 ST. JOHN'S 6:20am TORONTO 8:15am 0<br />* Connect * 926 TORONTO 10:35am ORLANDO 1:12pm 0<br /><br /> Total for 01 guest(s) Fare: 232.00<br /> FUEL/NAV/INS: 52.50<br /> ST. JOHN'S AIF: 15.00<br /> TORONTO AIF: 8.00<br /> US INTERNATIONAL TAX: 15.40<br /> US I.N.S. TAX: 12.00<br /> ATSC: 7.94<br /> GST/HST: 16.97<br />Call us Toll Free: -----------<br /> Total $359.81 CA<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was a pretty good seat sale too!<br />I can't believe it's a one way ticket. I just think that is just so exciting.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-4634249578272797930?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-6903230962127238382008-06-02T14:00:00.000-07:002008-06-02T14:03:05.025-07:00Yippie!<br />My parents are the best and bought me luggage online.<br />That's right ONLINE.<br />So they are not black or blue.<br /><br />They are....<br /><br /><br />PINK!<br />I am 5 years old<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SERf21d3RBI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Lf07XaCzcI/s1600-h/e99b_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SERf21d3RBI/AAAAAAAAANM/7Lf07XaCzcI/s320/e99b_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207392464817046546" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-690323096212723838?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-33379138894278901532008-05-24T07:48:00.000-07:002008-05-24T07:49:27.892-07:00I bought my first two piece bathing suit today<br />After losing 10 pounds.<br /><br />I feel great and I think if I lose some more I'll feel fantastic in them.<br />I bought TWO!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-3337913889427890153?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-21850974011780258372008-05-23T08:20:00.000-07:002008-05-23T08:25:15.457-07:00I'm worth nothing here.<br />I need to quit this job<br />It's getting harder and harder to remind myself that all this money I am earning is for Florida.<br />oh god...oh god...oh god.<br /><br />I'm trying not to cry at work but it's getting really hard.<br /><br />Everyone paid for in advance and ordered dinners and nobody bothered to ask me. Which firstly made me upset and nobody even said anything about it.Literally EVERYONE but me got them.<br /><br />Here's the kicker as I was eating my lunch everyone started coming in to eat their dinners and I was forced out for space.<br /><br />I didn't even get to eat my own dinner.<br /><br />So now when everyone else is finished I'll go back in and eat my dinner alone just like I do every day.<br /><br />Ontop of that I still have nothing to do.<br />Nobody gives me work to do.<br />I feel so worthless.<br /><br />Aaron is busy at work and my cellphone is dead so I have nobody to call to talk to.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-2185097401178025837?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-11807075521491425642008-05-15T12:09:00.000-07:002008-05-15T12:19:13.054-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SCyMS6PlFvI/AAAAAAAAANE/xx6Z-o0tMwY/s1600-h/P5110136.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200685926206215922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SCyMS6PlFvI/AAAAAAAAANE/xx6Z-o0tMwY/s320/P5110136.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I promise the closer it gets to my depart date the more interesting these will become. I have yet to even tell people about it so I'm not to worried. I think this is just for my record now. :P</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Other than my Broham James.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We made a countdown clock at work!</div><br /><div>It's counting down the days until I leave!</div><br /><div>Can you believe that? I'm almost at 100 days and something tells me once I break that it'll go much faster.</div><br /><div>EEEEEEE</div><br />I've been writing more in my other blog my private one if you'd like to look at that.<br />trac54.blogspot.com<br />I've been complaining lots about my current job.<br />Today I just hate it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-1180707552149142564?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-16381735484929382562008-05-07T09:17:00.001-07:002008-05-07T09:17:58.215-07:00I'm going to try as hard as possible to go to Las Vegas and New York next year.<br /><br />Perhaps once I finish my program in Disney.<br />These are the two places I want to go to really bad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-1638173548492938256?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-26198386661207642872008-05-06T16:21:00.000-07:002008-05-07T08:00:30.319-07:00<span></span>I'm moving to somewhere where DREAMS COME TRUE.<br />There are people that dream and wish to go where I am going.<br />I am MOVING to this place.<br />LIVING someones dream?<br /><br />My life will become a dream.<br />AHHHHHHHHH<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-2619838666120764287?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-74322090515554531602008-04-23T08:10:00.000-07:002008-04-23T08:21:13.322-07:00So I have a new job paying off my debt<br /><div><br /><div>$10 an hour.<br />It does the job.</div><br /><div>I get to wear my suit to work.<br />I like it a WHOLE lot</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192460683259974178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/SA9TewfkkiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Uzt8lDtWPWk/s320/3205_1_0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>I bought a new Logitech headset for my podcast. Yup thats right, I'm starting my own podcast for WDWIP. We're working hard at it and I'm typing away like mad. You can't even see the photo really but that's the headset.</div><div></div><div>It's awesome and going to be very useful.</div><div> </div><div>I slipped at work yesterday and my back and body is fucked.</div><div>My arms hurt and I'm all bruised up.</div><div>Sigh.</div><div></div><div>Either way!!! 139 days!</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-7432209051555453160?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-87700057419300499892008-04-04T05:31:00.000-07:002008-04-04T05:36:54.975-07:00So I'm getting there 5 months and 5 days.<br />It's pretty soon. We've had shitty weather here at home and I'm feeling really yucky.<br />I just got a new job so I'm one step closer to paying off my debt before I leave. I want to save up as well so I can have money to buy lots of things!<br /><br />I still don't have very much to talk about here but how much longer it will be until I leave.<br />I'm still keeping busy with lots of Wdwip.com and my podcasts for Disney.<br />LOSER!<br /><br />My nana broke her hip and I've been all broke up about it.<br />The thoughts of things happening while I'm away scares me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-8770005741930049989?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-27396902977220362182008-03-25T08:55:00.000-07:002008-03-25T08:59:14.311-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/R-kg55-bahI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/awNRoiH470U/s1600-h/Picture+40.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CB5M-Z2_TbA/R-kg55-bahI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/awNRoiH470U/s320/Picture+40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181709025453763090" border="0" /></a><br />I just purchased a new webcam to keep in touch with everyone back home. Once I leave of course. It is a VERY expensive camera and takes BEAUTIFUL pictures. With filters that make me a princess. I've been thinking a whole lot about Walt Disney the man today and I just have the biggest soft spot in my heart for him.<br /><br />I have my criminal check and I just need to scan it and send it to Yummy. 166 days until I go.<br />I cannot wait.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-2739690297722036218?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200834987492154890.post-9997015671145599582008-02-21T07:15:00.000-08:002008-02-21T07:16:03.316-08:00I HAVE THE JOB<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6200834987492154890-999701567114559958?l=traceyindisney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>trac54http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539381729861164296noreply@blogger.com0