Ok, one more thing before we head back to Disneyland...

Because this is big news!

Guys. Get this. I am one step closer to achieving one of my four life goals! No, I'm not pregnant, getting married, on Broadway or on Sesame Street, but maybe, just maybe, I might be...

...Duh, duh duh, DAHHHH....

A DISNEY PRINCESS!

But emphasis on the maybe. Ok, here's the story.

So, I was checking the Disney Auditions website like I always d--I mean, by complete surprise one day, I came across an announcement that there were going to be auditions for Disneyworld performers taking place in Seattle! Excited to say the least, I marked it on my calendar and proceeded to wait until that fateful day, October 17th, to be exact, came about.

October 17th about did come, and feeling slightly less-than-well-rested (due to the freak Princess Dollhouse break-in scare from the night before), Mindy and I put on our best princess faces and hopped into the car!

We arrived at the audition and learned a fun, little High-School-Musical-style dance. With a bit of time to practice before we actually had to audition, Mindy and I headed out into the foyer to run the dance a couple times.

...Little did I know that our little practice session would turn into a full-blown dance class! After running the combination a few times, I turned around to find about ten people standing behind us, following our lead on the dance. Answering multiple questions, demonstrating the dance, and counting out the rhythms of the choreography, I felt more like a dance teacher than a candidate for Disney performer.

But did Disney appreciate my dance expertise?

No! Can you believe that?

Despite teaching a good chunk of the auditioners how to do the dance, after I performed, I didn't get called back to dance again. What a rip. However, they did ask me to stay and get my picture taken! So, all in all, I guess Disney didn't like my dancing, but they did like my face. Score!

I went into a side room with two other absolutely gorgeous ladies (Alice and Sleeping Beauty) and a guy who basically should have ridden his white stallion to the audition. The Disney casting director wanted close-up pictures of our faces, and as my bangs were in the way, he found a quick fix to get rid of them...a wig cap. Perfect! As I put that thing my head, I thought, awesome. The other girls are going to look like magical Disney beauties, while I show up as the bald weirdo. Cool. Well, at least I'll be unique, right?
(Please refer to the bottom of this post for pictures of the infamous and super sexy wig cap).

Later, I found out that Disney has a program that takes our pictures and fits wigs to our faces to see if we actually could look like any of the face characters (AKA the Princesses!). Joy! So, I guess the wig cap might not be such a bad thing after all.

Photo shoot complete, Mindy and I were absolutely miffed at the fact that Disney didn't just offer us jobs as Disney princesses on the spot.

It's completely daft! I mean, have you met us?

But, with all that said, really it was just a fantastic experience and opportunity to audition for Disney! Not to mention get one step closer to achieving my dream!


And as if all that wasn't good enough, as we were leaving, this girl noticed my super cool wig cap and wanted to be friends with us! Fun auditions, princess opportunities, new friends...that's Disney for ya!

I promise I'll get back to Disneyland someday, but...

...My life is great!!!

Ok, I'm not trying to brag. I mean, if you've talked to me recently, you probably know that in reality, my life has been kind of a living disaster lately.

Between the fiasco that is my love life and settling into becoming a real-life grownup, I've become pretty bitter and jaded over the past couple of weeks,...which is CRAZY!

I am not bitter, nor am I jaded.
I am Krista!
I'm happy.
Life is sunshine and smiles!

But lately, I've been understanding more and more why so many adults seem so angry all the time. I mean, if someone broke your heart and then stomped on it, wouldn't you be angry? And if you got glared at at your job all day, wouldn't you be angry? And if you don't even have any time to do anything else after you get home from your job, so you just have to go to bed, wouldn't you-- well,...all I'm saying is, people become jaded for a reason.

Life. is. hard.

But another thing that I've discovered is that being bitter and jaded is a lot of work! Too much work! It's exhausting! And my life is busy. I don't have any more time to devote to sleep. So, forget trying to conquer the exhaustion with sweet dreams. There's only one solution here, and that's to not be bitter anymore!

So, I woke up this morning, and to start off my non-bitter life, I got some coffee and realized,...

MY LIFE IS GREAT!

Ok. Maybe that's just the coffee talking. After all, that was the largest cup of coffee I think I have ever drank in my entire life. No, but really, there are so many things to celebrate, that there's absolutely no reason to be bitter.

I mean, I get to do things like dress up like a green pixie from another planet on a regular basis,...

Dance in front of a sunset,...

Eat gigantic pieces of coffee cake and do crossword puzzles,...

Prove to people that I am actually 22 and not 16,...

Do coffee shots,...

Bust out a tune at karaoke,...

AND I'm friends with a mermaid!

What more could a girl ask for?

And there's less than 54 days until Christmas!

Ok, it's official. I'm happy with my life. Just thought you all would like to know.

My Family is the Greatest.

No, really. They are.

Mom, Dad, and Brian came all the way out to Seattle just to have lunch with me. So, of course, I repaid them by forcing them to be the subjects of countless photos.

I'm sure they all really appreciated me snapping pictures throughout our meal.

Especially Brian.

But nonetheless, I had a great time going out with them, even if it had to be a brief date, since I had to be responsible and go to my job like real grown-ups do.

Darn this being-an-adult thing.

Thanks, Mom, Dad, and Brian for taking me out! And thanks, Mom, Dad, Brian, and 3 others just for being great. I love and miss you all and can't wait til we are all together again, which will probably be around Christmastime.

And speaking of Christmas...

THERE ARE ONLY 81 DAYS 10 HOURS AND 52 MINUTES LEFT UNTIL CHRISTMAS!!!

That's right. The countdown has begun.

And Now That I'm a Housewife...

...I figured I should probably wash the clothes that have been rotting in my hamper for the last 2 months. And by hamper, I mean that H&M bag that I got back in July and have used since to store my dirty laundry.

I know what you're thinking,...Krista, that is disgusting. 2 months without washing your clothes??

Ok, #1) It's really only been like a month and a half, 2) I have pretty much mastered the art of hand washing, and I employ that every once-in-awhile, and 3) You try surviving without a washer and dryer in the comfort of your own home! Laundry becomes so much more of a big deal.

And 4) Let's be honest, I never shower anyways, so what's the point of washing my clothes?

Anyways, since going to the laundromat for the first time is such a big deal, Mindy and I wanted to make at least our first trip there together.

So we gathered up everything even the slightest bit dirty from all the nooks and crannies of our dollhouse and piled it all into 3 little baskets.

Hmm.

Okay, maybe 3 little baskets is a bit of an exaggeration. In fact, I wondered if I would have enough quarters to pay for all our laundry needs.

But nonetheless, we hauled baskets, stain stick, and all out to the car and got on the road.


Our uncertainties about whether or not we had delayed our trip to the laundromat long enough were stilled, when Mindy stopped at a red light, and a mountain of grimy items came cascading onto my head.
Cool.

But in time, we made it! We arrived at the Oaktree Village Maytag Laundromat, which apparently, is open from 8 AM to zero o'clock.

Hmm. They might want to fix that sign.
Or I might show up with my laundry in the wee hours of the night! Zero o'clock to be exact.

Hard to work we went, cramming all the dirty clothes/sheets/pot holders we had accumulated into 4 washers.

Take it from me, there aren't very many perks to doing your laundry in a public establishment. But one thing that I can say for laundromats, is that you can do 4 loads in the time it would usually take to do 1! Now if that's not a time-saver, I don't know what is.

But back to the downside of having to wash your clothes at a laundromat. See, at home, maybe I'm doing my laundry at say, 3 o'clock in the morning, when I get a call to go to one of the super-cool, secret VIP parties I'm always invited to...at 3 o'clock in the morning...cause I'm really popular. Ok. Work with me here. Anyways, then, I can just abandon my clothes in the machine. However, if I did that at the Oaktree Village Maytag Laundromat, I'm pretty sure my clothes would not be there waiting for me at zero o'clock, when I got back (again, they should change the misleading signage).

So, basically, the moral of this hypothetical scenario is that at the laundromat, you have to wait for your clothes until they're done washing. Luckily, this gave Mindy and I a perfectly good excuse to visit the local Oatree Village Starbucks next door.

We can highly recommend the Chonga Bagel.

And the old-fashioned donut. Although I'm pretty sure everyone already knows that old-fashioned donuts are delicious. Chonga bagels, on the other hand, I had never heard of until yesterday. Check 'em out.

All too soon, it was time to head back to the laundromat. We walked in with 1 minute to spare on our washers and proceeded to transfer our fresh articles to the dryers.

We felt very accomplished.

It was then that the waiting began. We waited.

And waited.

And waited.

12 minutes is a long time.

The only good thing about waiting is that the dryers are a good source of heat. The next time I'm freezing in my basement, I'm going to take a trip to the laundromat. Or turn on the heater. One of the two.

By the end of our time at the laundromat, we had pretty much taken over the place.

We felt like we should say goodbye and see ya next time as we were leaving. But no one cared that we were going.

That was strange.

And despite my use of the dryers, upon arriving home, I discovered my clothes weren't actually completely dry. Hence the need to turn my entire room into a giant drying rack/clothing fort.

So, all in all, I'd say, mission accomplished!

I have clean clothes, a new-found friend in laundromats, and a reason to invest in a piggy-bank for storing all my hard-earned quarters.