I feel like I'm the guru of silly television show quotes. Like someone tries to have an intelligent conversation with me, but all I can manage to respond with is a phrase that only makes sense if being spoken by a giant milkshake with yellow gloves.

I didn't even realize this week happened until about two minutes ago. I'm not even sure what happened.

The word of the day is "smarmy".

I did nothing tonight.

I'm so sick of the rain.

Disneyland tomorrow. (Or today, technically)

My hands smell like clove oil.

I'm hungry.

So much homework, I want to die! But then again, that's only the thousandth time I've written that.

Wonderous days go by as I attend school, got bogged down with homework, draw Jewish pirates, and pester my newly-adopted twin sons from New York with my brand new illegitimate lesbian lover Mollie.

I went to the Disney this morning with Chuck. Rode the Haunted Mansion, which oddly enough filled a vacancy in my soul. (It was it's reopening after taking down all their Nightmare Before Christmas crap) We ate at the Blue Bayou and had an amazing fried sandwich and okra-laiden gumbo, which I am now craving in a sleepy paint-mixing stupor. Too bad all I have been eating instead are chocolate almond clusters and drunken pimento stuffed olives, and suffice to say, it just isn't the same.

My perspective project looks like ass and a half. It was supposed to be a drawing of a manly investigation of the Temple of the Forbidden Eye (the Indiana Jones ride, if you're that ignorant) but instead it just looks like a bunch of large-headed ninnies in collar shirts taking a stroll through a Lowe's example of a kitchen that you could build in your own home. God.

And now I leave you with this interesting tidbit:

ErinZ (1:51:56 AM): if i got my uterus taken out, i would ask for the doctor to put it in a jar so that i could keep it. then i would draw a twirly moustache and hairy eyebrows on the jar and display it on a shelf in my foyer, with a plaque under it saying "Malevolo, the Greatest of All Evils: 1986-2005"

I accomplished the unthinkable and spent four straight days at Disneyland. Yesterday was another day there by myself and it was a blast. I ran around going on every ride I could possibly manage into my seven-hour span of time there. I drank a Rock Star as I walked along Paradise Pier in California Adventure and looked at all the terrifying rides that I swore to myself I'd never go on. At one point I got onto Pirates and was placed in the back of the boat, the only other passenger was another sole Disneylandier seated all the way in the front. It was like having the entire ride to myself. As the park was closing and I was ready to leave, I noticed that there was one more showing of "Great Moments With Mr. Lincoln" as I passed, and naturally I had to go in and watch the animatronic replica of our sixteenth president do his stuff. What a day.

School started, and I can already tell that this semester is going to be like an antisocial dream right up until May.

I want to join Mensa and dance around with genius geeks.

Time to go work on perspective homework, now that I'm actually learning the material...

Charles: The antenna ball is hot and I'm bound to be the core of everyone's raging jealousy when school starts back up. Also my dad likes it, which is a bonus. I'm sorry about the soda.

to the whopping four people who actually read this journal:

sorry that i haven't written in a long, long time.

the one word that pretty much sums up the absent time is "Disneyland", the place where i have spent the better part of my time for the past week. today was my third consecutive day there, and it looks like tomorrow is shaping up to be day four. i'm frightened to think what the rest of my week would be like if i didn't start school on tuesday.

disneyland is honestly the best place a human being can go during any sort of life situation. just look at this highly-shortened version of my week there:

9 A.M. FRIDAY

*ring ring*
Erin: Hello?
Charles: DISNEYLAND
Erin: Rain!! Weather channel.
Charles: DISNEYLAND!!
Erin: Kay.
*ZOOM*
Erin: No lines!
Charles: WOO!
Nicole: ...
*Ten minues/Eighteen rides later*
Erin, Charles, & Nicole: RAIN!! OH GOD RAIN
Erin: Sleep.

9 AM WEDNESDAY

Erin: REGISTRATION OH CRAP
*ZOOM*
Beau: DISNEYLAND! Disneyland?
John: Disneyland.
Chelsi: Disneyland.
Rich: Disneyland.
Beau: DISNEYLAND!!!
*ZOOOOOOM*
Erin, Beau, Chelsi, Rich, & John: DISNEYLAND!!
Beau: Matterhorn!
Erin: TOO MUCH SITTING IN JOHN'S LAP
*Later*
Erin: Caterpillar ride twice!
Beau: FREE TORTILLA NOW.
Erin: Mulholland Madness!
Beau: THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME!
Erin: Thunder Mountain!
Beau: THIS AWESOME!
Everyone: YAY!

FRIDAY 2 PM

Erin: Disneyland?
Mollie: Disneyland.
Erin: Ack, people.

SATURDAY 4PM

Erin: Disneyland!
Charles: DisneyLAND!
Erin: Pirates!! I look hot in a fedora.
Charles: Here's some food!
Erin: WOO!
Charles: Here's some espresso and a macaroon!
Erin: YAY! Damn I love that fedora. NO!! I LOST A GLOVE
Charles: Roger Rabbit!
Erin: Ack, people!!
Charles: Time to go.
Erin: I lick Club 33.

SUNDAY 12 PM

Erin: Disneyland! By myself.
Canadian Family: EH!!!
Erin: Indie!
Idol: YOU LOOKED INTO MY EYES, NOW YOU DIE
*Fshhwooowoowoo*
Disney Staff: Sit tight, something broke and we're coming to get you.
Canadian Family: Eh.
Erin: *weep*

What adventures will tomorrow hold?