Glitter glitter everywhere

I'm a professional princess. No, really! I work for an excellent company called Once Upon a Bash. As you can imagine, this comes with many funny stories...

The other day I booked a Tinkerbell visit. This visit took place in someone's home, so I had to get dressed and arrive in costume. This day also coincided with Front Door's open house, the company with whom we lease our apartment. No one had visited our apartment all day, and by the time my visit rolled around, I had forgotten all about potential visitors.

It's been ridiculously cold here, so my boss added some highlighter pink tights to my outfit. Long story short, I'm dressed in my tink outfit, complete with hot pink tights. As I'm applying the glitter to my eye makeup, there is a knock on the door and a front door leasing agent walks into our apartment. With three guys who want to lease this unit. AHAHAHAHAHA. Not many people can say they know where Tinkerbell lives, and what her living room looks like!

Security!

I flew into the Orlando airport for Christmas break, and while I waited for my family to pick me up, I watched a person leave his luggage behind. I waited for a while to see if he would come back and claim the unattended luggage. He did not, so I reported it to security. The security officer looks at the bag, says, "It's fine, just looks like someone forgot it" and GOES BACK TO WHAT HE WAS DOING. This made me extremely nervous. How many times had I heard the recording urging passengers to report any unattended bags to security immediately.

Apparently, that doesn't apply to the Orlando airport. Needless to say, I walked away from that area very quickly in case something bad happened. It didn't, luckily.

Driving me Crazy

The other day I was driving downtown for my friend's 22nd birthday. On my way there, a bus driver proceeded to try and pick me up...while driving a bus. For 15 blocks....WHAT?

Try and Tell Me My Life Isn't Awesome.

I double-dog dare you!

What you need to know: I'm a professional princess. No, for real.

The Mascots!

A few of the princesses (I'm Ariel)

Jesse from Toy Story

AHAHAHA. I'm Dora.

Cinderella!

Do I hear a lark in the forest? (Snow White)

Hannah. Montana.

Pinkalicious!

Ariel!

Told you :)

Love?

I just might be in love.

The other day, my laptop (named Chip) begins making concerning noises. He is ticking, not unlike a bomb. In fact, Alex, my roommate, wondered if he was, in fact, a bomb. I tell my father I need to buy an external hard drive for I fear Chip has seen his last days. We discuss this.

I take Chip to the tech people on campus. He does not reproduce the bomb noise, and the tech people shake their heads. They advise me to take him in to the Apple store. I call Apple, make an appiontment. Drive to walmart, buy an external hard drive. Bring Chip to the Apple store with the external hard drive. Again, he fails to reproduce noise. I describe the ticking noise, and the guy at the Genius Bar (R) looks very concerned. I also say I need to purchase a new battery while I am there. Genius R says "ok!" and informs me that they will replace Chip's fan and hard drive, but I'll need to pay for the battery. I am pleased with this arrangement, and leave Chip in great hands. R also says they are going to fix my keyboard/top case because it is cracked (a manufacturing problem that is merely cosmetic, ie it doesn't affect Chip's performance). And he's going to update me to the new operating system. I inform R we are best friends. I also consider asking him to marry me, but figure that's pushing my luck.

Fast forward 4 hours. R calls me, says Chip is ready to be picked up! He brings him out to me, whispers that the battery is free too, and has me sign papers. I ask R, "wait, how is all of this free?" Then I give him 2 thank-you brownies that I baked. (Don't worry, I clarify that they are 1. not a bribe and 2. not payment. They are simple a thank-you for my new best friend.) Later, R calls me to inform me that the brownies were fantastic. I think this is the beginning of a fabulous friendship. And a romantic love affair with Apple. 

Do You Work Out?

The scene:
Amy and I get back from a 10+ mile bike ride, completely soaked in sweat since it's roughly 105 degrees outside.

We lock up our bikes. A 40-something dad asks me, "Can I borrow your muscles? I need help lifting this really heavy item onto a rolling cart."

I look at my arms, then at him, then back at my arms. (Have you seen my arms?)

He thinks about reconsidering, but now it's too late for him to turn back...hope his daughter didn't want that heavy item to be in perfect condition....

I'm a Senior....no, I promise.

I am a senior. And got lost on my way to class. And had to ask someone for directions. What is my life?