The Time I Worked for Disney

So You Think You Can Bully?

X-Factor, American Idol, and So You Think You Can Dance? are all those typical popular shows that require judges to determine your fate. Personally, I’ve always thought that no one is qualified enough to judge talent that they usually don’t even possess themselves, but I digress.

What happens when what’s supposed to be all fun and games turns into a public humiliation?

I’m sure you’ve heard of Natalia Kills and her husband Willy Moon and their attack on an X-Factor contestant, and I hope you’re as disgusted as I am. Both being artists themselves, I guess they felt that they were both qualified enough to berate a contest on the first live show of the season.

If you haven’t seen it, feel free to watch it above and I’m sure you’ll join in my outrage. I’ve never been one to watch these type of competition shows, especially X-Factor. But, I know a lot about Simon Cowell and his very rude comments during his American Idol days. This video makes Cowell’s words seem almost comforting.

After beginning with a not-blatantly-offensive “We have a doppelganger in our midst,” Kills proceeds to insult the contestant, Joe Irvine, mercilessly. The most common insult she seemed to have was that he “copied” her husband. Last time I checked, her husband wasn’t the only guy in the world to wear a suit or to comb his hair over a certain way. Why she thinks he owns that way of dress is certainly beyond me.

She continues to tell him that he is “creepy” and that she was “embarrassed” to be in his presence. Irvine, the entire time, keeps a heartbreaking smile on his face and thanks her after telling her that’s she beautiful.

Even after Moon chimes in with his Norman Bates comment, it just gets worse. Irvine has to sit there in front of the audience and everyone that’s watching the live show and just take this verbal abuse.

He’s almost in tears and he to accept this? No.

What gives them the right to do this to someone? What makes them so much more qualified that this is okay? Yes, they’ve both been fired from the show and a record deal was pulled from Kills, but what could’ve possibly gone through their minds to think that bullying someone on national TV is something that’s okay?

Where is the line drawn when it comes to these “judges”? Is this bullying any different from 2 kids in the schoolyard shouting insults at each other? And if so, how can we put a stop to this?

Publicity stunt or not, there’s no way that this is okay or should even be considered socially acceptable. Sure, Kills and Moon both got what they deserved (maybe even less), but is that going to stop the next person(s) from doing so?

How do we put a stop to it once and for all?

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The One Where He ‘Takes Thee Rachel’

So I’ve got some good news for you guys.

I am finally kinda sorta somewhat out of debt, and let me tell you…it is a very underwhelming feeling.

I’ve been getting a steady paycheck every week and it hasn’t been as much of a struggle to make rent every month.

One thing that helped was the fact that I did do the hurricane rideout crew for Disney so that gave me a pretty hefty paycheck, so that helped me buy a couple more frozen lemonades from Chic-fil-a, and honestly that was the goal the whole time.


The only good thing to come out of you, Hurricane Irma.

But a lot has happened at this point.


If you’ve been around me for the past three weeks and heard me complaining, you’ll know how much of an accomplishment that is for me.

But that’s not the only thing that happened. I was in a wedding. An actual wedding!!

I feel like everyone and their mother has been in a wedding before, and even though I went to a wedding for the first time about a year ago, I wasn’t actually invited to it (sorry for crashing it, Maddie), and I definitely wasn’t in it.

But yesterday was my chance! It was my shining moment! Not the bride’s, of course. It was all MY MOMENT (sorry Rhonda). Cause I got to be a bridesmaid! My mom and me.

And it was so pretty!

I have always pictured weddings as these things that people were just going through the motions for and I was fully expecting my aunt (the beautiful bride) to be a bridezilla cause she’s already basically like that in real life, and I was severely disappointed.

Who would’ve thought that tv was wrong?!

I was all prepared for screaming and demanding that all focus be on the bride. But, the bride was so chill, I swear it was just a regular day. She even ironed everyone’s bridesmaids’ dresses and bought us all Pizza Hut (dough that didn’t have any meat on it so I’m not really compelled to call it pizza).

And the bride kept commenting on how pretty I looked (after she told me to try looking more like a girl sometimes) so naturally that give me a big head. Cause I’ll be honest, I’m not a makeup person (and it’s 90% because I don’t really know how to put it on and the other 10% is because I’m too lazy to learn) so seeing myself with a full face of makeup was QUITE the surprise. I didn’t even recognize who that was in the mirror and after hearing the word “china doll” a hundred times (and I’m still trying to figure out if that’s a compliment or not), I felt awesome.

And then it was time for the wedding after we sweated it out the day before during the rehearsal. We had to basically run there so we didn’t stay out in the sun too long and risk ruining our makeup. And we had to make sure the bride got her grand entrance that she deserved. So we rushed into our bridesmaids’ dresses, quickly took what would be the beginning of a thousand pictures with my aunt, and it was time to head out to walk down the aisle.

Now, if you know me, you’ll know that I don’t wear heels often. It’s not because I don’t dislike them; it’s just because I don’t really have a lot of occasions that call for them. Well, a rooftop wedding definitely called for some heels and I was okay with that.

The hem of my dress disagreed.

As I walked down the aisle, I heard someone say “Jazmyn, keep your head up.” Don’t worry; I was definitely trying. But it was either I keep my head up, or I end up stepping on the hem of my skirt and risk a tumble (that probably would’ve been hilarious) down the aisle. But I made it safely down there and to my spot. The flower girl was hilarious because she only decided to throw flowers when she made it to the end of the aisle. And the ring bearers were probably the most precious things ever.

Well that was until the bride made it down the aisle. I managed not to cry, which is a surprise, even when the groom started to cry. It was definitely a beautiful wedding.

And I even made it more memorable when it was time to walk back down the aisle and I fell as soon as I turned the corner.

The reception was even more enjoyable because the song choices were the best (thank you for actually playing my song!), and my mom was shocked to even see me dance.

But I’d definitely say the best thing was when the father of the bride and the bride had their dance, and my Papa actually danced! I have never seen that man so much as wiggle his hips for any reason and he got so into the dance, and it was the best thing ever!

There were so many things that were beautiful and amazing about this wedding so I won’t go on with anymore of them.

But Rhonda and Marwin, I wish you guys all the happiness ever, and Rhonda, you should definitely be happy about one thing.

At least Marwin didn’t pull a Ross and say the wrong name.



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The One Where She Makes the Big Move

So the time has finally come…

Guess what I did today? I left home.

Well, “left” is a very generous term. I moved a lot of my things out, but my presence is still very much in that house.

For instance, at least a quarter of my wardrobe is still there and EVERY single one of my stuffed animals is in there. Now I know what you’re thinking, stuffed animals are super childish.


I have a life size stuffed giraffe and a big Stitch that absolutely have to make it to Florida if I have to walk them there myself.

Anyway…on to the more important things (although that subject is pretty important), camp is over with. I spent 9 weeks at the greatest camp in the world, and about four days ago, it came to an end.

That camp honestly changes lives. It brings people together, people that you would’ve never dreamed of talking to much less being friends with, and then it rips you apart from them when you all have to go your separate ways and go back to your lives. It also teaches you gymnastics –good for you, Abigail– (especially when you haven’t done a handstand in years).

I shed tears and more sweat that you can physically imagine (not even kidding in the slightest) at this camp especially on the last day. I was doing so well, we all were, and then good ol’ Jakob came and gave his goodbye speech to all of us and I just lost it.

Slightly shaking, runny nose, congested chest, the works. You name it and one of us was experiencing it at that very second. We said our goodbyes, and then we unfortunately had to leave.

And now it’s back to real life. It’s back to me testing the limits of how many things I can actually fit into my suitcase so I don’t have to pay an overweight fee on the plane. It’s back to me probably packing clothes that I’ll never wear, but this shirt from three years ago will definitely be missed if I don’t pack it with me right now. It’s back to me having that crippling fear of being poor and destitute and living in a cardbox in a couple of years.

That probably won’t happen though (emphasis on ‘probably’).

But I do start my job with Disney again on Friday, and I officially move into my house on Thursday.

Look at that, Mom! I’m doing big girl things now!

I’m literally sitting in Florida right this second ready to move into my house tomorrow. That’ll be a task in itself because I have an absurd amount of things to put into that tiny room.

It’ll be the ultimate game of Tetris.

But I am excited for tomorrow. I am officially no longer a resident of Georgia, and that both excites and terrifies me. I’m not used to not having my mom less than 3 hours away, and no one can get my clothes to smell the way that she does.

(It’s like a special talent she has or something because I’ve even used the same detergent, and it doesn’t come out the same. Moms have a gift)


But, I guess we’re all gonna see how I handle all of this tomorrow.

And I’ll be honest with you. It doesn’t matter how broke, scared, and unprepared I am for this move….

I’m happy with life right now.


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A Letter to the Class of 2020

Written for UGA ELITE.



Dear Class of 2020,

It’s officially time. There are officially less than 50 days until graduation.

Less than 50 days until real life sets in and we have to do things other than get up and go to class every day. It’s time for the new class to settle in.

I swear, every time a new freshmen class is announced, it’s like “Congrats to the new Bulldawgs!! They’re bringing in a new average GPA of 6.8!” It’s actually a 4.03 average, but you get my point. I’m amazed at how high it’s going to get by the time I’ve been out of this school for a couple of years.

With your new class comes a new beginning. You’ve just gotten the best news of your life, the news that you get to attend the finest school in the land. Now you have that pre-orientation checklist to worry about after you make the wise decision to actually say yes to your acceptance.

It’s the best time of your life, but you still have to get through the rest of your senior year of high school.

My advice? Don’t rush it.

Enjoy the last six, seven weeks. I know it seems borderline impossible because you’re in such a rush to get to this school, but trust me. I graduate in May, and I would love nothing more to flashback to when I got accepted and relive this past four years again.

Don’t get me wrong; I am so very thankful to be graduating. If this was November of 2012, I would’ve told you that college clearly isn’t for me and that I was dropping out to become famous (I wonder how that would’ve worked out).

But, the time is finally here and I actually get sad when I tell people that I am a graduating senior. I knew it had to happen eventually, but it’s actually time for me to leave this place.

So, don’t rush it. Enjoy that last year of high school. I promise you’re going to miss how easy things are. The fact that “I’ll just study for it in the morning” will never be true again. The fact that power naps will become your lifeline for the next four years. Even the fact that you are definitely not the only person who didn’t study for the test and there’s a certain good feeling that comes with knowing that you are not alone.

I understand your excitement; I understand the desire of starting that new chapter of your life. Wholeheartedly.

But, I promise that when your relatives say “It’ll be the fastest four years of your life,” they aren’t lying. I can tell you every little detail of what my freshman dorm looked like because I swear it was yesterday.

Have fun. Enjoy the small moments because they’ll be the biggest memories. I would never encourage someone to not study for a test, but sometimes going out with friends is the study break that you need to get those creative juices flowing.

Get prepared because before you know it, it’s going to be you in four years writing this same thing.


a Bulldawg reminiscing on good times

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The One Where She Discovers FICA

Remember about a year and a half ago when I had the crippling fear of graduating from college and not knowing what I wanted to do with my life after then?

Well, fast forward to now, and I’m about 8% better than I was then.

And the one phrase that keeps ringing in my head is the one my mom used to always say: Don’t be so eager to grow up.


I mean, I had bills to pay in college like rent and utilities and all of that fun stuff. Surely I thought that after I graduated it wouldn’t be much of a difference when it came to bills, but I was so wrong. SO WRONG.

If I was on a game show right now, I would have been buzzed off a while ago.

How do I have more bills to pay now? What was I not paying for before? It’s insane!

I feel like I’m at the Krusty Krab and Mr. Krabs is charging for air all of a sudden.

And here’s the kicker. I just signed a lease a couple of days ago. Did you know that there are actually places that are unfurnished?

Apparently, living in a college town actually makes a difference. Because pretty much all of the places in Athens were furnished. I didn’t have to worry about buying a thing.

Now I have to worry about buying a bed! A whole bed! And if you’ve met me, you know how extremely cheap I am.

So if I can find an air mattress that’s comfortable, that’ll be what I sleep on.


And who needs a dresser? I can throw my clothes in a (very organized) pile on the floor. As long as I know where everything is, it’s not a big deal, is it?

If furniture isn’t bad enough, I also forgot that rent isn’t the only thing that you have to pay for in places.

Water…electric…cable…wifi. It never ends.

Maybe the Amish have some valid points in their lifestyle.

Good thing I stopped watching live tv years ago so cable has never really been an issue for me.

But there is only so much I can take. Yes I am going to go back and work for Disney for but there’s also this little thing called ‘taxes’ that are constantly being taken from my checks.

Who is FICA and what is he doing with all of my money?

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not completely oblivious to all of this stuff. But becoming an adult is so expensive.


Truth be told, I think I’m handling it fairly well. Even though I say it all of the time, I’m not completely broke (though if my mom asks, it’s a very different story) and I do have high hopes for the future.

I went to Orlando last week to get all of my job stuff, house stuff, and pretty much my new life down there, in order. This camp ends on August 11th, and I am due to Disney on the 18th. That’s a week turnaround yet I’m probably still going to wait until the very last second to pack anything because that’s just who I am as a person.


So this time next month, I’ll be hopefully not in debt but definitely one step closer to being an adult.

And maybe, just maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll even be sleeping on an actual bed.

I have to dream big.

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Why Miley Cyrus Can and MUST Be Stopped

Written for UGA ELITE.


If you haven’t watched or heard about what happened at the VMAs last Sunday I’m going to assume one of three things.


I’m 99% sure it’s number 3.

The thing is, I had better things to do also but still decided to watch it, which is a mistake that I won’t make again.

I hate award shows. ALL of them.

They’re too long, there aren’t enough performances that I enjoy, and I can’t seem to focus on anything else when I’m actually watching them. In hindsight, I should’ve known that watching them would be a bust when I saw who the host was.


Miley Cyrus. The girl who brings controversy wherever she breathes.

By now, I’m sure you’re sick of hearing about the awards and her, but here it goes again.

She started off the show on my bad side when she came out wearing dreads. DREADS. Once again, she’s participating in cultural appropriation for a culture that she gives absolutely nothing to.

I think Miley has this belief in her head that she needs to shed off that Disney image that followed her around for years, and she needs to do every scandalous thing that she can.

Between you and me, I think it’s been a long time since anyone associated that girl with Disney Channel, and Walt Disney would probably roll over in his grave if anyone ever mentioned the two in the same sentence.

As if her dreads weren’t damage enough, her mention of drugs surpassed the level of inappropriate.

Drugs aren’t my cup of tea, and I would never encourage people to partake in them. But, I know that’s not everyone’s belief. I don’t think people care about her actually doing them; I just think they’re sick of hearing her talking about it.

Snoop Dogg (Lion? I’m not sure) is well-known for what he smokes, but his every fifth word isn’t ‘marijuana’ as Miley’s seems to be. It’s like she’s trying to prove something that her audience couldn’t be less concerned about.

Finally, one of the biggest things that she did was use the term “mammy” when referring to Snoop Dogg.

I’ve heard both sides of this argument. “It’s not racist; it’s a term used to refer to grandmothers in the south.”

Yes because everything said in the south should be considered okay.

The other side is: “It’s racist if you know where the term ‘mammy’ comes from.”

I do like to give people the benefit of the doubt. Maybe, just MAYBE she didn’t know the origin of the term and was just using it ignorantly. There isn’t a single part of me that believes that statement.

Even if it is true, and this is where the .1% comes in, why not educate yourself before saying it?


That was her problem in being not only a poor host but also blatantly ignorant. In my opinion, she was doing everything in her power to offend as many people as she possibly could. From the ratings, the hashtags, and the outraged tweets to MTV, she definitely succeeded.

It’s been a long time coming saying that enough is enough from Miley Cyrus and everyone like her. I’m not sure if it’s a lack of knowledge, care, or effort that comes with some of the comments and actions, but I think that we reached our breaking point a long time ago.

I don’t know about you, but I can deal without the eccentric outfits, poor attempts at “twerking”, and constant desire to offend.

We Can Stop.

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Am I Black Enough For You?

Written for UGA Elite.



You know what phrase I honestly thought would’ve died out by now?

“Talking white.”

I’m sure most of us have heard it or at least variations of it.

“I don’t really consider you black because you talk white.”

“Do you have any black friends?”

“You don’t talk like a black person.”

You’d think that people wouldn’t still be using that against each other. I mean it’s 2015. Speaking proper English and knowing that ‘speak’ should’ve been used up above rather than ‘talk’ shouldn’t be the deciding factor of determining what race someone ‘acts’ like. But, sadly, that is the world we still live in.

And, it’s super annoying. I’ve learned to tune it out for the most part. I’m pretty used to hearing that I should’ve been born white because of the way that I speak. The funny thing (or sad depending on how you look at it) is that it’s not just said by friends or even strangers.

It’s also said to me by family members. I mean, most things coming from the members in my family can never be taken too seriously. We joke a lot. You really need to have thick skin around them.

I love them to death, trust me. But, if I hear “How come you don’t act more black?” one more time from my uncle or my aunt dictating the kind of music that I listen to, I’m going to scream. It’s not difficult to ignore my so-called friends when they feel the need to comment on it, but it kind of takes on a different meaning when it comes from a member of the family.


What does that even mean? I was recently told that I’m not “really considered black” because of the fact that I used the word “fleek.”

Mind you, I don’t really care for the word and I only used it in passing as a joke. But, that person said, “See? And when you use words like that, I don’t consider you black.”

How am I supposed to respond to that? Do they actually expect me to cease saying words to prove my ‘blackness’? Or am I supposed to say words that are sure to prove the fact that I’m the race that my melanin says I am?

How exactly does this work? What is the expected response when someone is told that they’re not acting the race that they were born? “Oh, yeah you think that I’m not acting black enough so let me go do a bunch of stereotypical things and prove you wrong.”

That’ll show them.

I know you’ve probably read so many things about this, and it’s just redundant at this point to continue talking about it. I agree, but that just proves how much it’s still happening.

It honestly doesn’t make me mad anymore. It’s more annoying than anything to still hear the same thing over and over again. I mean, at least get creative about it. Put your own little spin on it instead of saying the same thing that everyone else seems to be telling me.

I’m not sure that I’m anyone’s definition of ‘black’, or whatever and that’s fine with me. Last time I checked, being any race wasn’t something that could be compiled on a list and defined by a couple of different things.

And shouldn’t that be a good thing? Does anyone, any culture, anything want one thing to be their deciding factor, the only thing that represents who they are?

Maybe some people do, but I sure don’t. I’m a black female that has a mixture of Whitney Houston, Rascal Flatts, and Rich Homie Quan on her Spotify playlists. And, correcting other people’s grammar is a favorite pastime of mine.

Define me now.

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The One Where She Goes to Camp

Hello people of the world.

I’ve got some news for you guys. I have no idea what I want to do with my life.


Well, kinda. I know what I don’t want to do with my life, which is really half the battle, right? (Tell me I’m right so my crippling fear can go away)

But as far as giving you exact details (or even somewhat specifics), I’m at a loss. And I’m not even sure where this came from. I don’t know if I want to keep going with Disney (which is 90% what I’m leaning towards), do the same thing except not with Disney, or I don’t know if I want to teach (I know; surprising, right?).

That one was completely out of left field.

Most people have this mid-life crisis (is it considered mid-life I’m only 23?) right after they graduate school and are deciding what jobs they want, but I’m having mine a year later.

(Hey the spelling of my name isn’t the only thing that makes me unique)

If that’s not surprise enough, I got a call back from a job the other day that actually turned out to be a man who was a “sugar daddy” soliciting women to be his sugar baby (correct term? I don’t know and I didn’t wanna find out).

I swear my life isn’t real sometimes.

What was I talking about?

Oh yeah, my mid-life crisis.

I guess it’s not really a crisis per se because I am going back to Florida with a job; it’s just a matter of how long I want to stay with that job or if I think it’s what I should be doing with my life.

The location isn’t even the problem because I am definitely moving to Florida; what I’m doing while I’m there is still in the process of being decided.

I do have about 2 months to figure it out which is a blessing in itself.

And at least I’m doing the figuring out part in a very amazing place: Flip Fest in Crossville, Tennessee.

I’m surrounded by kids constantly, most of whom either think that I’m their exact age or at least a couple of years younger than them.

Shoutout to this little boy from the other day who had to find someone that was 80 pounds or under so he could be blobbed and he turned around and asked me. I haven’t weighed under 100 in at least…well that’s none of your business, but I did very much appreciate the compliment.

Being around children who don’t think that spending $10 on a fidget spinner (which I’m still having trouble figuring out the purpose of) is a questionable idea and around adults who genuinely enjoy my laugh (because let’s face it, my laugh is super obnoxious) definitely helps.

I’m putting myself on a deadline so I don’t really have much of a choice but to decide soon. And that deadline is in about a month.

Don’t worry; I’ll be keeping you updated until then. I’m sure you’re just hanging on the edge of your seat with anticipation.

Or you really don’t actually care and are reading this to humor me, and that’s okay also. (pretty sure my mom is doing it too)

So until then, I’ll be hanging out with 10-year-olds and hopefully figuring out my life in the process.

And for some odd reason, I’m not scared.

I’ll get back to you as to whether or not that’s a good thing.

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The One Where It’s Time to Sing

Alright, well that’s it.

If you were within a mile radius of me for the past two weeks, you’ll know that my Disney College Program ended a week ago today (because I was crying my eyes out).

That’s right.

Everyone that thought I was just never going to leave Disney ever, I actually did.

(Not really, but I’ll get more into that later).

But, my program did end and I did have to leave my housing complex, my work location, and Florida for the time being. I’ve been back home in Georgia for the past week, and I’ve been putting off writing this because I just recently stopped crying.

Let see if I make it through this post without doing so.

Remember my whole reason for writing this blog? Completing things on my list? Yeah, well I didn’t complete that. I’ll be honest with you.

That bad boy is not finished, and I’ve clearly run out of time now that my program is over. I will go and cross off all of the things that I’ve finished over the course of my program but as far as finishing the whole thing in its entirety, I’m going to have to give myself a goose egg on that one.

But I accomplished so much more.

Do you know how many people in this program hate their work location? And ended up terming because of it?

That wasn’t me.

I’m not gonna lie. For the first two weeks of my program, there’s nothing I hated more than going to work each day because I hate not knowing what to do. Although it didn’t take me long to catch on, I didn’t enjoy my job for the first couple of weeks of being here.

But, that changed quickly.

I went from taking an hour and a half on my first day out of training to close my favorite location to being able to close the same location in 12 minutes. I went from being extremely anxious to go on register in the middle of a rush to enjoying the thrill of having all of those people there. And I went from not talking to many people and making sure that no one knew my name to being ecstatic hearing anyone say “Jazzy”.

I even got to celebrate a birthday during this program. My friends came to visit, and I know everyone enjoyed my constant countdown and reminder of said day. (HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH)

It’s been quite the ride, and I have enjoyed every second of it. I was proven wrong that I didn’t suck at my job when I was asked to be a trainer (sorry to anyone that watched me close grill that one time), and I made friends in my co-workers, coordinators, and leaders that I hope will last for a long time.

This program helped me grow as a person, which is odd because I thought that’s what my four years in college were for. I learned to calm down because you’re no good to anyone if you’re feeling rushed (thanks, Andrew), and I learned that my laugh isn’t quite as bad as I think it is sometimes (thanks, Emily, Trevor, Ashlynn, Rose, and pretty much everyone that works at Sunset).

Most people I knew were better friends with their roommates than they were with their co-workers. My roommates were dope in both programs, but who did I spend 16 hour and more closing shifts than I can count with?

Who made more Splitsville trips than one group should (sorry about the last time), and who enjoyed more nights at James and Molly’s that some of us don’t even remember? And who else is more excited to scream our lungs out at the Frozen sing-a-long not caring about the looks we get? (Thanks, Amanda)

We got to ride Rockin’ Rollercoaster in costume, we all got to listen to Oxanne sing when it was time for her to clock out, and somehow these people managed to convince me to ride Tower of Terror twice in a row (I screamed both times and not in a fun way). I was forced to step out of my comfort zone, and I’m happy that I did.

(If not, this post would be a lot more boring than it already is).

I became an even more awesome person than I was before (yeah I said it, Meghan).


Even though my time at Sunset is unfortunately up, my time with Disney is not. I’m moving to Florida in August to hopefully pursue a career with Disney in Communications (so that degree is good for more than just sitting in my closet), and thus a new journey will start from that!

As for right now, I’ll be going to Tennessee in a week to work at the best camp ever until August.

And then my future starts.

I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty excited for it.

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The One With the Epiphany

And here we go…

Time is dwindling down here, people.

I have finally made my big decision. Wait for it…..


I’m leaving!


Don’t worry. Not leaving the country or anything severe like that (my crimes haven’t quite caught up to me yet). But, I am leaving Disney. I have finally decided to leave May 11 when my program ends. As much as I wanted to extend, I don’t know…something is telling me to go.


But, I’m not done with Disney in the slightest! I do plan on getting a professional job here (hopefully in the Communications department because that $80,000 degree better be good for something), but I am officially done with the Disney College Program.

Probably for the best anyway…I haven’t been in college for almost a year.

I kinda wanna go back. (Who said that?! Not me)


Anyway…now that that’s out of the way. Let’s get to the infamous list of mine.

I was soooooooo close to getting picked to be in Festival of the Lion King.

But, this little girl beside me was just too cute and too much not-a-22-year-old for them to overlook her. So she of course got chosen and I was left to watch from the sidelines and wonder what could have been.

So I’m crossing that bad boy off of the list for the heartache alone.

I’m realizing this blog of mine is basically become a lot of what-could-have-beens and almosts.

But who cares?!

Unfortunately, I have not met a celebrity in the park just yet but I almost have. Both Whoopi and John Stamos were here about two weeks ago, and ask me did I meet either one of them?


Ask me if some of my co-workers got to see them?


I swear it’s just me. The celebrities, all of them, are clearly avoiding me. But I won’t rest until one of them (doesn’t matter which; I’m not choosy in the slightest) knows who I am.

At this point, it’s basically the last eight weeks of my program so all bets are off and there are no limits to what can happen.

Does that mean I’m probably gonna work more than any human should? Yes. Am I going to spend as much time in the park as I probably should? Probably not.


I’m slowly growing into the type of person that dreads having to go out and be social, or go out and walk around, or just just put on clothes in general.

Uh uh. Not a fan.

I’m outside working like 68.2% of the time, and I’ve officially come to the conclusion that I am not a fan of the outside.

Especially in Florida where it’s 79 degrees on a good day.

But anyway…this is basically turning into me rambling on (but basically don’t they all?) so I’m just going to wrap this bad boy up and find some allergy medicine because I am probably going to die the next time that I step outside because the flowers are clearly trying to kill me.

I hate Spring and all that it stands for.

So I’m going to go and finish my pizza (salad first so it’ll cancel each other out) and think about my life.


What shows I have to watch later, how long I can keep postponing my dentist appointment before I’m forced to go.

You know…important things like that.

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The One Where He Proposes

I swear…I’m always writing these things when I have to go to work. There’s some kind of pattern here that I can’t get away from.

But, surprisingly I’m writing this one after getting off of work.

I know what you’re thinking; I’m mixing it up a little bit on you.  (Or you really don’t care and are probably really confused as to what I’m even talking about)


Anyway, back to the matter at hand. I’m going to be straight up with you. I haven’t really accomplished much.

Work has gotten in the way, and I’ve gotten to the point where I only just want to sleep whenever I get off work.


Yeah, I’ve become one of those people.

But, I have managed to have some fun in the past month. I managed to get tickets to a concert, that concert being FLORIDA FREAKING GEORGIA LINE. I am telling you that I lost my mind at this concert.


The guy beside me wouldn’t stop talking or trying to encourage me to sing along with the songs that I didn’t like, but even that couldn’t deter me. They were everything I thought they would be and MORE.

(And that’s being said even with the comment they made about UGA. Go Gators my left toe)

It was a magical night had with great people, and that’s pretty much all I can ask for.


Since this new year has begun, my amount of training days has skyrocketed, and I am pretty much wiped by the time I come home from work.

So this equals more time with my favorite dogs, more books to read (I just finished a great one), and more time to watch Finding Dory (it just came to Netflix)! Basically, I’ve been given more time to do absolutely nothing while giving off the illusion that I’m actually busy.

I managed to meet characters that I’ve haven’t had the pleasure of meeting in six months, and ya girl is getting into the best shape of her life. More gym time = a very happy Jazmyn.

AND I got to see one of my very best friends that I haven’t seen in at least a year. HECK YEAH.

I did get really close to one of the things on my list though. #30 is Witness a proposal in the parks. As of right now, I’ve witnessed the cusp end of a proposal and the aftermath.

This couple came to one of my locations with a “Happily Ever After” button, and I congratulated them.


Not even noticing the date on the button, another cast member came up and congratulated them. And then I saw it! The date on the button read the same one as the current date of the day!

“So…that happened today?” I asked.

“Yeah. He proposed like an hour ago in Magic Kingdom.”

I’ve never heard a sentence said so nonchalantly in my life.

So I’m crossing that bad boy off the list, and no one can stop me!

(Just kidding. I know you don’t care)


Anyway, now I actually should start getting ready for work. Guess who’s training again today?

(Btw, how many of you read this with the impression that I was the one being proposed to?