
Meet These Martins
Thursday, April 23, 2009
In Hindsight....

Monday, March 30, 2009
So much for the "Keeping in Touch" bit...




(The rest should be easily recognizable. Plus, I've got much much more to write about...)
Elissa and I: her last night in Orlando, dancing the night away at the House of Blues.
2. Home. Surprisingly (miraculously, really), all eight of us living in this apartment got along great in the beginning. We went shopping together, the girl living in the room with me was great, life was good.
Well, the girl in the room with me decided after two weeks, it was just too hard and packed everything up and went home. (She worked in merchandising at Magic Kingdom; she slept in the apartment maybe two nights, all the rest of the time with her parents, who stayed down here that entire two weeks in various hotel rooms. This was "her" decision. Right.)
Two other girls here turned out to love alcohol and wild parties, and that's led to a couple potential mishaps here (where we live in a "wellness" apartment, alchohol isnt' allowed inside, since we're all underage. Like that's stopping anyone.) {Sidenote: Honestly, what is the draw of alchohol? What is so attractive about getting drunk, making life-altering and sometimes -threatening decisions, throwing up over everyone and everything in range, passing out, and not remembering any of this "fun" the next morning? I guess I just don't see the awesome, spectacular "fun" of it.} They're great girls, and a laugh to be around when they're sober, but if anything happens where security shows up and they're drunk off their butts, I'm gonna start pointing.
One is an amazing cook, and actually cooked us all dinner that first Friday we were together. DeAnna is so fun, and has such a cute personality! She loves Hello Kitty (which is great, because Japan has a whole section dedicated to her), novelty ice trays and going out dancing. She has truly blossomed from the shy girl into a proud woman.
Two have become my best friends down here. Both from the Chicago area, they actually flew the same plane down here (along with little miss chef!), actually sat next to each other on the plane, and ended up being roommates. Small world!
Kellie takes pictures of EVERYTHING--quite literally. I dont' really know how she affords to get them all printed out too! She's a housekeeper like me at the Caribbean Beach Resort (way cooler than All-Star Sports.... at least they have pirates of the caribbearn rooms there....) She laughs at pretty much everything, and we actually had a food fight during the dinner DeAnna cooked for us. That.... was.... well, it was fun, to say the least. We share ideas for towel animals, go to the parks together, the like. It's pretty much great.
Kellie and DeAnna
Stephanie.... well. Her and I, we were pretty much made for each other. We make fun of every situation possible, have the same dry, irritating sarcasm, and really couldn't give a damn about a lot of the drama going on in the rest of the apartment. She has really honestly been my one bit of sanity by being someone to talk to that understands the ridiculousness of some of the things that go on here, and is always able to help me cool down after a long crazy day. We do pretty much everything together, which can be a bit hard at times since my work shifts go from 8:00 am to 4:30 pm everyday I work, and most of the time she's lucky to be off work by midnight.... Today, one of my glorious days off this week, I went and bought her a french pastry and took it to her at work (which is pretty much the same place I bought it [EPCOT]). It's the little things, you know? Her and I share food, share fun, and now (thank goodness) we share a room too!

No, actually, we dont' have too much fun. What are you talking about?
So, the extra bed left by the two-week roommate? Well, it got filled about two weeks later. Her previous roommates ratted her out for underage beer pong, and since there was no difinitive proof, got her moved to another apartment instead of instantly terminated. So I had a new person yet again in the same room with me (hang on--not going in chronological order, so this one was before Stephanie lived in the same room with me.) She's.... well, she's her. When she moved in, one of my other roommates, Carrie, moved out pretty much simultaneously, because she was nervous about the underage drinking going on in our own apartment, considering if they get caught, we all get terminated (I think they make it sound scarier than "fired" so it rattles us a bit more.) So we still have one extra bed. About a week ago today, we got yet another roommate... but beer-ponger moved into hidden alchoholic's room, which makes two girls moving out on me without even bothering to tell me. I just have to walk in on it every time. Anyways, Stephanie lives with me now and Jill is in with Kellie. Everything is working out ok so far.
I'm thinking this is all I'm going to write tonight. It's....almost three in the morning.
But definitely more later. I forget how fun this is!
Clarissa