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A guy named David received a parrot for his birthday. The parrot was fully-grown, with a bad attitude and even worse vocabulary. Every other word was a swear word. Those that weren't four-letter words were, to say the least, rude. David tried hard to change the bird's attitude and was constantly saying polite words, playing soft music, basically anything he could think of to try and set a good example. Nothing worked. He yelled at the bird and the bird yelled back. He shook the bird and the bird just got angrier and ruder. Finally, in a moment of desperation, David put the parrot in the freezer. For a few moments he heard the bird squawk, kick and scream. Then suddenly there was quiet. Not a sound for half a minute. David was frightened that he might have hurt the bird and quickly opened the freezer door. The parrot calmly stepped out onto David's extended arm and said, "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I will endeavor at once to correct my behavior. I really am truly sorry and beg for your forgiveness." David was astonished at the bird's change in attitude and was about to ask him what had made such a dramatic change, when the parrot continued, "May I ask what the chicken did?"
...Hooray for my name! And now, Day 3 of the much procrastinated blogging of the kick ass California Trip!
Saturday, March 15th, Destination: Disneyland.
Today was harder to wake up than any other day, the accumulated fatigue is really hittin' me and i barely rolled out of bed. Let's not even talk about how hard it was to get mike out of bed. Once again, I resorted to cold water and mike to a beating from room 310. Breakfast was a blur as we walked through like zombies. Filing on to the bus with our uniforms and hat boxes, we prepared to nap some more. Scheduled today was sightseeing of Beverly Hills and other famous spots. Only problem being...it's pouring rain, and it has since we woke up. Anyways, our crew gathered spots somewhere near the back so we could sleep during the sightseeing without feeling too bad towards the tourguide. Yay for wearing sunglasses. In any case, tour was rather ho hum due to the rain, but our tourguide was one of those little cool ol' ladies. She was peppy and made the day a lil more bearable. Went past the famous sights, Chinese Theater, Kodak Theater, Sunset Blvd, Walk of Fame, etc and all that jazz. All was neat and sights were seen (kinda). Pictures were taken, and rain continued, and continued, and continued. Ended up raining out our parade for Disneyland. That's right folks, the only semi-kind-of-not-really-useful-thing i was to participate in on this trip. Gone. I've just been upgraded from 90% worthless on the trip to the full deal. w00t. Actually, i was slightly disappointed, but what are ya gonna do. However, we found out later that we got more than 4 inches of rain...breaking the rainfall record in CA history. Riiiiiiiiight, talk about luck. For those ignorant ones out there, that figure translates to more than 40 inches of snow in moisture. Yeeaaaaaahh... Anyways, we went back to the hotel and had 30 min to change into whatever we wanted to be in for Disneyland. Sadness on the no parade, but we coped. Well, most of us did...stories say a few seniors ended up parading in their street clothes for shits and giggles anyways. Hehe, i salute them. Anyways, we changed and i decided to brave the rainy day in shorts and sandals. FOOLISH! you might think, but it turned out to be the smarter call. Anticipating the perpetual rain as forecasted, i figured that if i wore pants or shoes, they'd just get soaked anyways. Well, for the people that wore pants and shoes, they got soaked anyways. I win. being in sandals and shorts, my feet were wet, but that was the worse the rain could do. However, i ended up shelling out $6.50 for a Disneyland poncho. Meh, overpriced, but the protection was well worth the dough. However, puttin the poncho on (and wearing shorts) it looked like i had no pants on. Ha ha ha, many jokes were made and the day progressed. We met up with Adam Rowings (crazy, eh?) whose family was there for golf i believe, and started our day at disneyland. Gettin' to space mountain, we were excited for our first rollercoaster. Boy was that a great ride, the darkness was neat, but the fing strobelight at the end definitely caught me off guard. POS. I didn't like that. Anyways, we got off, scanned for fast passes, and figured out we wanted to grab some food. Overpriced food. Well, ended up coughing up the cash anyways cuz i was starving. (What can I say? I'm 18 and a boy. I have my needs.) Going back to space mountain, we wanted to fast pass our way thru, but nooooooo, it was broken...however, that translated to our fast pass being good all day long, so we weren't too crushed as we headed onward. Indiana Jones was the next ride. What a kick ass ride! You sit on a lil SUV type car, and it steers you into the ride. On the way, the car will shake with what you're seeing; pretty unique. We ended just splittin' up after the Indiana Jones ride cuz we were sick of being hurried. Basically, Dan and Adam and a few others decided that our pace was too slow. Our group of people decided our pace was good. Turned out to be a good decision as our previous group size was just simply too big. Anyways, we had a lot of fun in our group (Me, Sinem, Mikey, Allie Brugler, Jon, Allie Norris, and Kristine), and we hit most of the rides we wanted to anyways. We then continued on to: Pirates of the Caribbean , Thunder Mountain, Splash Mountain , the Matterhorn , Space Mountain AGAIN , and Star Tours . Dinner followed, but all the places we tried to hit had long waiting lists. We had been notified earlier that there would be early-out times at 6, 8, and the normal 10:30. We all agreed that 6 was too soon, but 8 sounded great as we were gettin' tired and sick of the wetness. Lemme tell you about the wetness...Kristine whined all day long about it, it was hilarious...she's such a whiner (aka, My feet are wet, i'm cold, i'm hungry, etc...) but i made sure i gave her crap about it. In any case, Sinem, Mike and Allie decided they wanted to stay for a good dinner while the rest of us headed back at the 8:00 walk-back time. We were ready to crap out and relax. That we did. Meetin' at 8, our messily organized walk-back group hurried back to the hotel. Once back, i stripped my clothes off with much proficiency and headed straight for the hot tub. Man that was great. After the long day of being cold and wet, the hot-tube was wonderful. Ahhhhhhh ... Jon and i were joined by countless others as we violate the maximum capacity rule again. We were so relaxed that we were still there after everyone left at the close-out time. Kristine, Jon, Catherine, and I decided that we'll just stay till someone kicks us out. Hehe, that was fun and felt so awesome. Afterwards, we went back up and just kinda all chilled out. Headed to Kristine's and ended up watching the end of top gun <--- a great movie. then Mrs Selzle came in the room and shoo-ed me upstairs as apparently some ppl in the hotel were intimidated by our presence and has threatened to call the cops cuz they thought someone was smoking pot. When in reality i think it was Megan Guthrie's room burning popcorn in their microwave. LOL. Gettin' back in the room, we resorted to playing pitch (again) and drinking our mountain dew that we bought from the 7-11 5mins away that morning. That was promptedly followed by a shower and Zzzzzzzz.