Pocket Luck Results: My struggle to not cry during Up is always fruitless.

If you know me in any sense you know that I am somewhat passionate about the things that I like. I am completely unafraid to be interested and invested in a whole host of ranging interests. The list of things I like will always be exponentially bigger than the list of things I don't like. (Which if you're interested I don't like Owls, being late to meetings where people are counting on me, and Sunny D(if you're going to do orange flavored juice why don't you just commit already and have some delicious orange juice?!?!?!?))
This aspect of me usually works in my favor because it means I can relate to a lot of people because my interests are so varied, like many people I suppose. I can't always go into great detail on every single thing I like(I've mentioned this before), but I can guarantee I am enthused.
But often this passion gets so intense in the moment that I can't handle it and my emotions come out of my eyeballs.

I cry.
I'm not sad, or angry, I am just so completely in the moment that it takes over my body and shoots out of my tear ducts.
This is why every time Pocahontas sings about what's around the river bend I have to lie down because I relate to that girl so hard I can't stand it.

What DOES lie around the riverbend? Should I choose the smoothest course? Where can I get in touch with a sassy elderly Willow tree who will help me out with these questions? AGH!

Side note: my roommate and I discovered last semester that if you just watch Meeko the raccoon the entire film it is still 100% entertaining. Just.look.at.him.

Which leads me to an experience I had while I was with a grand friend at Disneyland.

In August I was able to do like five days in California with a friend which completely blows my mind that it happened because I had been dreaming about it for so long it almost seemed like it would never happened. Also, it lived up to every single expectation I had, which was incredible. We ate delicious things, saw the coast, and lived it up in Disneyland. Thankfully, my buddy was just as excited about seeing characters and doing rides as I was. Perfect travel buddies.

Well on the second day we decided to hit up the Royal Court where the princesses usually hang out for photos and outside it had the sign for what princesses were available at the time. I was really hoping for Pocahontas or Mulan because both those ladies appeal to my "free spirit" mentality I like to hope I will one day have through sheer will.

Pretty classically and disappointingly the sign indicated that the only two princesses available were Aurora and Cinderella. There are a lot of blondes I care about and those two ladies are not them. But my friend liked them so we went in and I was happy to get some princess time in anyway.

First room to take pictures in is with Aurora

Right, fine, good. Moving on.
I walk in expecting to see Cinderella and then be done.........
but when I look up to see Cinderella it wasn't Cinderella at all. There with her back turned to me....

WAS FREAKING MULAN!!!!!

As soon as I saw her I yelled her name absurdly loud and immediately burst into tears.

Frightening Mulan of course.

The magic was overwhelming. In this photo there are still fresh tears on my face and my eyes are all red from the excitement. Also she hugged me while I calmed down and fulfilled my request to do a warrior pose.