Hey, I just realized that it's exactly 2 months before my birthday.

(Ha, I sound like RnL.)

I'm a loser.

I've decided what I really want for my birthday; quite possibly the only thing. Since early/mid 2004 to now, I've been jerked around about getting to go to Disneyland. Yeah, there's always next time...but honestly how would you feel if there were at least 6 different opportunities to go and ALL of them fell through? Yeah, you'd be pretty butthurt too. I've missed going with Scott. I've missed going with my brother and sister. I've missed going with RnL 3 times now. (I think...I lost count.) Now he's going again with some good company and people I haven't seen in a long time...and my poor ass ain't going.

I was looking forward to going on the 30th, but I guess it's not going to happen. (Keep in mind that all of the trips were ill timed or rescheduled, none of it was really intentional.) Anyway, I was REALLY excited and I really put my hopes up this time...but again, it was rescheduled to a date that I couldn't go. In a way, I wasn't really surprised. It's like I'm not meant to go to Disneyland and/or DCA.

Now, I don't take offers of Disneyland trips very seriously anymore. I guess I'm just numb to it. I know I shouldn't be all bitter about it...but I am. So, live with it.

There's an anti-Disney conspiracy going on...and I don't like it one bit.

Psssssssh. Disneyland? Whatever. =(