mood: irregularmusic: 'swallow' by my bloody valentine

irregular as in sleeping patterns, that is.

thursday was a day of conclusions. it was the last day of work and the last day of high school classes. however long the month of may was for me, and i'm sure the majority of my friends, it feels like summer shouldn't be coming for another month more. next week are finals, and i suppose that's when i'll get my closure.

later on, on thursday, was grad night, which was as boring as i had predicted. disneyland got smaller, since i had gotten a lot bigger. what was weird was going into the indiana jones ride at 5 and coming out at 5:45 with the sky already lit up by a cloud-muffled sunrise. as andres said, 'whoa, so night, like, turns into day?'

i was talking to jessie (a.k.a. tinkerbell) before the trip and she was telling me about the 'float graveyard' and the 'secret costume warehouse' behind 'it's a small world', and of course i was interested. i asked a few of the employees about the latter, and none of them knew what i was talking about. it seems as though i've come across a massive conspiracy that the groundlings are unaware of. luckily, i've befriended someone in the upper tiers of the 'fascist disneyland society', as chris wenner put it so eloquently.

as we walked nearly a mile on the crowded tramless tramway and were stopped at the last security checkpoint, a uniformed disney employee asked sternly, 'please empty your pockets and your bags,' to which andres yelled out, 'do you want us to empty our wallets too, or should we wait until we get inside?'

---Goei---