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Name: *Leslie Ivette*
Interests: I sing, I dance, I party, I go to school and I used to work at the Disney-MGM Studios as a trainer at Parade/Fantasmic! and TOTS, and I was also a Tower of Terror Cast Member...and in between all that, I spend time with my friends. AND, ontop of all that, I can sit and watch sports (Football, Baseball, NASCAR) from beginning to end and actually ENJOY it. I'm a HUGE Yankees fan and not afraid to show it.
And I absolutely LOVE going to Jellyrolls. If you don't know what that is, you're just not cool
Expertise: All things Disney.
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A lot has changed.
I'm no longer single.
I've got the best friends a girl could ever ask for.
I'm not going back to Disney.
And for the first time in a very long time, I'm absolutely loving my life.
And Amber, you're right about The Music of Life.
It's been almost a whole year since I've posted here.
Because I've become a MySpace Addict.
I figured I'd come by and update anyone who cares on my life.
I'm a mother of a one year old little girl now.
I made it to Trainer status at PAC/F! and also became a statused Trainer at TOTS (Beauty and the Beast).
And as you can see, I fulfilled my dream and became a Tower of Terror bellhop!
And then I got burned out.
So December 23, 2005 I handed in my ID.
I'm going back in July, though.
Because I miss it.
I turned 21 this past December 28th.
And I was introduced to a wonderful piano bar on Disney's Boardwalk called Jellyrolls.
So now I'm a regular patron of that wonderful place.
And I've managed to meet some awesome new friends because of it.
As far as the love life goes, I'm still single.
But whatever, I'm 21 and hot so I'm gonna enjoy it!
|Hooray for me, work again from 3:45-9:45!|
At least Shara's manager tonight, so I'll be on radio, most likely at Palm again.
Parade yesterday wasn't too bad, it was F! that sucked.
I was in strollers yesterday.
The park was freakin' dead.
Yet we filled up the stroller pad.
So many personals and so many Disney strollers.
It was unbelieveable.
I've never seen so many strollers in my whole life.
Not even on a night that we fill, and we DIDN'T fill last night.
So where did all those
fucking morons guests come from?!
Kevin and Willy were in the pad with me last night.
Kevin saw me like flipping the Disney strollers and stacking them on top of each other, and he was like, "Damn girl, I love me a strong woman!"
Well, my friend Megan likes him, but he says he's made it clear that they won't ever happen because Megan's only 16 and he's 19.
I like him, he's a nice guy, and I can actually have an intellectually stimulating conversation with him.
So I dno.
Robert and I are still talking.
And yes, I'm still throwing it in his face every chance I get.
Brandon's still not talking to me, but I still really don't give a shit.
It's just one less asshole in my life.
Matt and I...I dno.
I find it rather trashy and disgusting that he slept with Marissa the first time they met in person.
I mean, okay, you've known each other 2 years.
ONLINE AND ON THE PHONE.
But meeting for the first time in person and then sleeping together?
That's just gross.
At least spend some time with the person before you hop into bed with them.
He swears it jealousy.
*sarcastically* Oh, yes, I'm so freakin' jealous. I can have any guy I want to, and I'm jealous because some 18 year old chick slept with a 23 year old guy who has no respect for relationships what-so-ever, because he was trying to feel up Jeanne and make out with her with her boyfriend sitting right next to her.
I mean, when Jeanne told me all that, that just kinda creeped me out, and then when Marissa told me she slept with him...That just changed my opinion of both of them completely.
I mean, yeah, I'll hang out with her or whatever when she's down here next month for the CP, but I don't think I'll be hanging out with Matt ever again.
I have today and tmw off, then work Wednesday and Thursday and then off Friday and then back to work Saturday and Sunday.
I was on radio last night at Palm, and I couldn't help but smile every time I heard Robert's voice on the radio.
Robert and I are on good terms again.
After I slapped him on the back of the head (I'm talking the kinda smack your mom gives you when you're little and being stupid...he knows what I'm talking about)
He ERed without saying bye.
He thought I was gonna smack him again, that's why.
Speaking of work, OMFG, there is this new guy who transferred from MK's Tommorowland where he was a coordinator, to be a coordinator with us.
And this guy is absolutely beautiful.
And he is SO nice.
Like, beyond nice.
My cousin Susan is coming down next week.
And I am so freakin' excited.
I haven't seen her in 2 years, and we're going to PI the Monday night after she comes.
I've turned it, though, into me, my cousin, her friend, and a bunch of my friends from work.
So if I haven't invited you yet, then you just suck and I don't want you with us.
Brandon's pissed at me for some stupid shit.
But I really don't care.
|Okay, so I'm apparently a bad person for laughing at Robert this past wknd.|
He got into a car accident, and his car is now totalled.
I find it funny, because he got what he had coming.
It's called karma.
You know, the whole "What goes around, comes around" thing?
He fucked me over a week before, and then he got his.
So anyways, I hadn't spoken to him since we broke up.
So Sunday night, I went down to the Palm ramp to help him put away the poles, and I said, "Even though I hate, loathe and despise you, I'll be nice and help." and then I saw he was in pain, and I went over, gave him a hug and said, "It'll be okay."
So then he said, "You still hate me?"
I said, "Yeah." and walked away.
So then, that night, we spoke, and I asked him "How could you use me, knowing what I just came from, what I just went through?"
And he didn't answer.
And I said, "I deserve an answer, Robert. I want an answer now."
And still nothing.
So I hung up.
So then yesterday, on my way home from work, he calls me, and I ask him if he has an answer, and then he says "Maybe." and I said, "You do. Tell me." and he said, "Not right now." and I said, "FUCKING TELL ME." and he said, "No. I'll tell you the next time I see you."
And then I said, "Fine."
And then he said, "Good thing I'm off this wknd."
And I said, "FUCK NO. You'd better show, or I will show up at your goddamned house."
And he's like, "I'm kidding! Jeez. I'd just rather tell you in person instead of on the phone."
And I go, "You broke up with me in a text message, which was a fucking pussy thing to do. How much lower can you get?"
And he's like, "That's why I wanna tell you in person."
According to him, what he's going to tell me is not gonna make me kill him, and it's not gonna make me want to physically harm him, and it's not gonna make me feel even more worthless than I already feel.
SO WHAT THE FUCK COULD IT POSSIBLY BE?!?!?!?!
It's driving me absolutely up the fucking wall, and he knows it.