I've got nothing

So, crazy development, I kind of have a social life! And that leads to me not posting. But I'm trying to fix that. I promise. And by fix that, I mean I'll post more.  And if that doesn't work, I'll have to destroy the social life that I have spent the last six months cultivating.

This weekend should be a little crazy because I'm judging two speech meets, one in Fremont, and one in Columbus. Cousin Carol and I are going together. It's going to be fun! This time I get to be the judge they're all scared of and I have all-powerful stopwatch and the score sheets which could make or break their future! They will be at my mercy! And I get to wear jeans while they all have to wear suits.

This could go to my head.

So my friend Mary and I are starting to watch Grey's Anatomy. From the beginning. Season one. As many of you know, I am already a very dedicated Grey's fan and have seen every episode at least three times which means I know exactly what is going to happen at all times and so all I do is stare at Mary as I wait for her reaction to whatever dramatic event is going on. She says its really weird.

I'm currently sitting in the ASH lounge with my debate partner, pretending to be working on my debate while actually writing this blog post. I OWE IT TO MY FANS.

I have this really weird pain in my back whenever I breathe out. Strange.

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New Semester.

I deeply apologize for going completely radio silent.
Second semester has just begun and I'm doing all of the fun stuff that goes with that, i.e. getting all my books, feeling out the teaching styles, and the worst: attempting to readjust my sleeping schedule. Ugh.

I WILL POST MORE ABOUT THE VACATION.
Not right now, because I'm currently sitting in the ASH lounge area and my laptop is dangerously close to dying. So I have to make this fast.
I DON'T HAVE CLASS ON FRIDAYS. And that's tomorrow. So you will definitely get a lengthy post tomorrow. Unless I forget. Which is a distinct possibility.

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Episode I

Well, I was supposed to fly out of Orlando today and reunite with my beloved Nebraska, but Florida just can't let me go. Florida ran to the airport after me and convinced the weather to be so bad that basically every airport in the Midwest is closed. Florida is trapping me here against my will. This does not bode well for our relationship. This will only lead to resentment and infidelity in the future.

So here I am, in a different rental house, watching the game (GO PACKERS). And I figured,I guess I should start the vacation story. So here it is.

EPISODE I of 'The Rosenau Family's Vacation'

So we flew out of Eppley airport in Omaha, NE on Monday, December 30, 2013. That was last year. I've been here for a year. Anyway, we had a connection in Chicago, but made it to Orlando that evening. The brothers and I had to sit next to each other on both flights and it was a miracle that we all came out alive with all of our limbs still attached to our bodies. We rented a house in Orlando and made our way there and prepared for the next day. New Year's Eve. Disney World. Chaos. Destruction. Terror.
Dad woke us up at 5:30 the next morning and we were in the car by 6:30, at the park by 7:45. And it was okay at first. We were lulled into a false sense of security. There wasn't a terrible number of people and we managed to get onto space mountain with only a half hour wait. But oh, how the horrifying the day was to become. As it turns out, New Year's Eve is Disney World's biggest day of the year. They reach capacity. Capacity is over 100,000. By noon it was madness. The streets were packed, the lines for rides were hours long. Above each ride was a little digital screen saying how long the wait would be and most of them were 90-185 minutes. AND PEOPLE WERE STILL GETTING IN LINE. AND WE WERE SOME OF THOSE PEOPLE. It came to the point where just walking down the street was like being in a line because it was so packed that we would move about a foot forward every minute. AND THE STROLLERS. They're like little fleets of military transportation. There are the smallest of them, only room enough for the child to sit in it. Those are the jeeps. Then are the ones with the little hoods over them and the storage underneath. Those are the armored trucks. There are the double long ones, with hoods and storage and kids sitting inside it like it's a bus. Those are the aircraft carriers. Then there are the "Stroller Destroyers". The double-wide, could hold four toddlers and enough snacks to make it through the apocalypse strollers. They will mow you down without a second thought. It was terrifying. Every moment was a fight for your life. It's hard to even think about. And the foreigners. There were so many! I barely heard any English. Lot's of Spanish. Half of Venezuela was there.
The original plan was to stay until midnight (which would have been 17 hours at the park) but by 6 we knew this was not going to happen. We were at our wits end. We were drowning in tourists. We made in until the first round of fireworks at 8:30 and then we were out of there. Speeding in the opposite direction as fast as humanly possible.
Dad later said that he didn't fully understand what "busiest day of the year" meant.

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Goodbye

Well Florida, it's been fun. But I have to get back to Nebraska. We knew this had to end! It was just a fling, nothing more. Nebraska and I, we have a relationship. Long term. I can't just throw that away. You're just not the state for me. I know it hurts now, but in time you'll forget. More tourists will come to ease your pain. They'll buy your cheap trinkets and make you feel loved. I'll never forget what we had together. It was beautiful and warm. But Nebraska and the snow are my real loves. I'm so sorry.

(P.S. Don't tell Nebraska that I cheated with you. Nebraska thinks I was at a fountain pen convention in Iowa. Nebraska doesn't worry about that because there's no way I could ever love Iowa and Nebraska knows it. So sshhhhh.)

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Apology post

Okay, I owe you guys an apology.
I said I would post about the Disney World bonanza and I haven't yet.
BUT IN MY DEFENSE I HAVE HAD A SERIOUSLY CRAZY WEEK.
And I promise I will post A LOT about it in the next few days.
But I have an early flight tomorrow so I have to get to bed.

But in all honesty, you're going to want to check back.
Some serious stuff went down.
You don't wanna miss it.

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I have no words

Today was one of the most exhausting days of my life. To quote my father, "I don't understand how it can be so beautiful, yet so excruciating."

Tune in tomorrow for your feature film entitled, "The Rosenau Family Decides That It's A Good Idea To Go To Disney World On New Years Eve, Which Happens To Be Their Busiest Day Of The Year: A Comedic Horror Story"

I live among the beasts

T MINUS 1.5 DAYS UNTIL I'M IN ORLANDO FLOOORIDAAAA!

I know that you're all jealous. Try to curb that.

So, how was everyone's Christmas? I successfully avoided being strangled by the brothers (although there's still time left) and was this close to getting grandma to sneak me some wine. Dang.

BUT I GOT MY NEW COLORING BOOKS. My father has been making fun of me because I'm nearly 20 years old and I enjoy coloring. I don't think there is anything wrong with this. I ENJOY COLORING PICTURES OF VARIOUS DISNEY PRINCESSES IN VARIOUS STATES OF HAPPINESS WHILE THEY PURSUE THEIR NEW LIVES WITH THEIR HANDSOME PRINCES.

Oh no. I can hear them in the hall. Right now. I know you can't see me, but I'm now hiding in the space between my wall and my bed with the lights turned off, hoping they pass me by. The brothers are like wild animals. Once they're in my room, they drag me into their fights and I usually end up with bruises and blood is drawn and sometimes they accidentally pull out chunks of hair. I have to hide for my own safety.

I don't have much to tell you guys at the moment... it's been kind of a slow holiday break. But maybe I will come back with some stories from Florida...
HARRY POTTER WORLD HERE I COME.

Over.