The Flight and Orlando's Greetings

I picked a seat in a row with this nice looking younger lady. She was very chatty, and nice. Her name was Emily, and we talked some of the time, but then she fell asleep and I became freaking scared because we were like flying through a thunderstorm. There was like SO MUCH turbulence, it was soooo freaking scary. But, because of the storm, we had to take a different route, which made it as we were flying in, we flew right over Magic Kingdom and I saw Cinderella's Castle all lit-up and beautiful from the sky. We landed, and I started crying. Idk why. Anyway, so I get my bags and meet these other girls who are doing the Disney Program as well. Two of them are like extra weird, and the third one was like nice. We get on the shuttle and in the back seat there is a family of Chinese people, (who had like the worst, loud , bad, brat kids, ever.) and then like this really really really LARGE girl who smelled like Frito's, and this other Hispanic girl who was like snobby. So the Frito's girl is like talking to me, but I can't understand anything she is saying because her neck was so fat that she couldn't like open her mouth all the way, and her smell was killing my brain-cells. They all finally get off, as well as the nice regular Hispanic girl, and I am on the shuttle alone with this Nigerian man called Raumond John-Taylor. I thought his name was like hilarious, so I took a picture of his name-tag, but it didn't turn out well on my phone. I didn't know what he was saying to me, but he kept talking and was really nice.


Then I arrived at my hotel and I am like, WOW REALLY FANCY, because, it was sooooo nice in there. So I carry like my heavy million pound bags to the front desk to check in, where they proceed to tell me my room has not been paid for, and I am like, well yeah it has, my mom bought the thing on Priceline, DUH. And then I had to call my mom and it was like this whole huge ordeal, and then he was like, well you can't check in and then I cried and he was like, come over here. So I go to the other side of the desk thing, and he is like, "I know this is going to sound weird, but I live alone, I get off in 30min, I have a dog, it's a one bedroom apartment, I would take the couch and you could come back with me and I will take you where ever you need to go in the morning, I promise I am not a stalker, I just feel bad for you."

IS HE EVEN SERIOUS?!?!?!?!??!?!!!!! WHO SAYS THAT!!!!!!!!!???????????? So I am like, dude, I have to call my mom. So I go and sit down to gather my thoughts, and my phone rings and it's mom and she is pissed, like 'Amanda what the hell blah blah blah' so I didn't tell her what the man said, and she was like, let me talk to them, I took a picture of my credit card blah blah blah.' So I take Gary, (that was his name, Gary. Like from teen mom. LOL) the phone and I am all, my mom wants to talk to you. So they are on the phone for like EVER and then Gary (LOL) comes over is all, 'your room is ready.' So I get to my room and it is sooooo nice and big and it had a walk out porch thing that went straight to the pool. Then a knock on my door and this lady is standing there and she is like, 'I heard about your situation, room-service is closed so this one is on the house.' and hands me a personal cheese pizza and water!! FOR REAL?! It was like the best cheese pizza ever. Then I showered and went to sleep to get ready for my check in on Wednesday morning.