With 'uh littl' bit 'uh luck

So, after a week and two days, I think I'm finally re-acclimated to this environment. Last night my mom and I watched My Fair Lady starring Audrey Hepburn, and I find myself drawing similiarities between myself and Eliza Doolittle in the scene where she returns to the 'slums' where she once lived and sold flowers (see "Wouldn't it be Lovely?" scenes I and II). She returns after running from the home of Henry Higgins, the phoeneticist who lavished six months of oral education on her, back to the streets from which he drew her from. Who knows what she was there for; to return to her old life? But the Eliza she is now is so different from the Eliza she was six months prior. Henry Higgins turned low class, cockney speaking Eliza into a "duchess" and is even mistaken for Hungarian, royal blood by a different phoenesticist. All this is to say, Eliza is hardly fit for the streets anymore. But where else will take her? She has to try. And, predictably, she cannot blend back into that scene and leaves. I felt like that upon returning, the same... displacement, like I didn't belong with the people at my home anymore. But unlike Eliza I'm making the adjustment finally - I wonder if she could had done it had she tried a little longer?

Well, maybe it's not that profound, but whatever. So, anyhow, today is Mother's Day! I LOVE MY MOMMA!

... This is three days later, late Wednesday... or early Thursday however you slice it. Three Audrey Hepburn movies later and I'm settled. But guess what? I write this very blog from the home of BECCA ROSE! Yuhs. Today we went to Disneyland as we've been hoping to do for so long and, though short, there were some... uh... 'epic' moments, if you will. Started out at Space Mountain which was awesome. It was only a fifteen minute wait, so that was completely amazing. We got fastpasses so we could go on again and savor the fun of that space-adventure a second time. Captain Eo's back!!!!!! I'd forgotten but Becca and her little brother, Joel, weren't as excited as I about it (aka, What's Captain Eo?) so I didn't push seeing it. Because time allowed, we then went to Innoventions.

And. Let. Me. Tell. You. I love that place... the bottom floor at least. I once told Anneke and Ruth that I want to have a house with themed rooms, rooms themed of all the dreams I've ever had and wanted. Like, once when I was five I wanted to take sand from my kindergarten playground (hidden in my Beauty and the Beast light-up shoes) and pile it in my room until I had my own beach. I'll have the beach room I always wanted. Another room I've wanted for is located in the first floor of Innoventions. It's the "boy" room, filled with the glorious sights of an elevated pirate ship bed complete with net and cannon, wooden floors, window light shows, mismatched laterns hanging from a beam, reading nooks and a disk-light that hangs from the ceiling and changes from sun to moon. It's so AWESOME! I want to re-create it soooo badly. Then w heard the condensed Disney version of Peter Pan in "Robbie's" (the lady employee who told it insisted this room belonged to her grandson, Robbie) room, though she called him Ricky the first time apparently. Nice.

The "girl" room was not five million hundred times half as awesome. Then we ate lunch - TUNA! - and rode Space Mountain again before hitting the Matterhorn. Following were the Big Thunder Ranch petting soon, mostly for Joel's benefit, and then Tom Sawyer's island. I made some bad decisions that day, as did Becca for listening to such blatantly bad ideas. Like the hour and a half traffic we sat through to get to her house which, normally, is thirty minutes. Ha. Ha. Skyped with Anneke who may be coming out for my birthday! (INSERT EXCITED MOTIONS AND SCREAMING!!!!!!) And now I'm tired and bid you bai.

Toodle pip. Write more later k i kno.

Toodle pip.