An Account of a Fleeting Romance

Walt Disney World was...magical. I seriously wanted to live on the streets of MGM and go partake in Beauty and the Beast. I actually got to be in the Indiana Jones show by some strange twist of fate, which was wicked-cool. It sucked though that none of my family wanted to ride anything remotely frightening. So I did it alone. I saw Beauty and the Beast and The Little Mermaid with my family and then twice...alone. We stayed at the Animal Kingdom Resort and it was totally like I was in the jungle! No civilization to be found. The pool was HUGE and hot and there were all these pathways through the jungle. You could see the animals out our windows and I never once had an allergic reaction! The Epcot countries were pretty sweet as well, the food that is. Basically the light shows and theatre productions hypnotized me. I talked to one of the dancers from Beauty and the Beast (who was blatantly gay) for a half an hour after the show about theatre, dancing, ect... I had a good time. Then we went to Universal Studios, and I hated it. I wanted to cry.