In Which Cinderannie Makes Very Little Sense

I cannot stand high heels. Tonight I was going to Hollywood Studios (formerly MGM) and I was going to pretend to be a movie star so I put on a shirt with sparkles on it and my earings with the crystals that Papa got me and borrowed my roommates high heels and wore my sunglasses and went. And I was barely through the gate and walking down the street before I wished I was at Magic Kingdom and the heels were driving me crazy. I'm not cut out to be a movie star. I would have gone over to MK but I didn't particularly want to walk around there in high heels either. So I came home and now I'm writing a blog entry and Tiff and I are going to watch Stardust. They all like it so I hope it's good.
I know there were a couple things from work I wanted to tell you about. Oh yeah, I got to do the dinner bell the other day. That means choosing a family to help open the restaurant and go up on the balcony and ring the bell. And all the characters come up too, and the family gets to get a picture with all of them. It was fun, but the script had gone missing so I had to improv it, and for some reason I couldn't pronounce "hospitality" for the life of me and kept stuttering. Dear me. But at least I projected, and got everyone's attention, unlike sometimes when you can't even hear the person and no one knows what's going on.
I keep realizing I have more high functioning autism characteristics than I realize. For one thing, because of my roommates friendly teasing when it happens, I realized that I stutter rather a lot. I didn't notice how often I get "stuck" when I try to say something and repeat the same syllable, word, or phrase over and over again. Also at certain points I get a sort of barrier to talking, like I don't know what to say unless it's scripted, either by standard conversation, or a direct question I can give a direct answer to, or actually scripted like at work. I realized this very vividly when I went to work one morning, having hardly spoken to anyone until I was there, and then I had to seat a family, and when I was at the table needing to say my spiel, I felt like I almost forgot how to talk. I had to make myself remember my lines, "You're seating in the ______ room and ______ will be your server," and I certainly couldn't make myself get out any of the usual pleasantries (have you dined here before? what have you done today? etc). It was weird.



Edit: Grr! I wrote more than this! And the computer ate it! Now I have no idea what it was I wrote. I told you about some other things... that I no longer recall.

Oh yeah, Tiff's birthday party! It was her birthday so we had a party and I made chocolate cake with mint frosting (which I made myself) because mint and chocolate is her favorite.

And I wrote about the stuck-up Disney Vacation Club people! And it got lost... and it's midnight and I don't feel like writing about it over again right now. I am officially frustrated. This has to be the weirdest, most irrelevant and disconnected post I've ever written. Probably related to my very emotionally charged days off. Well, I think I'm going to bed now. Hopefully a more coherent - and more positive - post will follow before too long.