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Phillipa here-
This is my first blog post. Let me get this clear, I am not someone you want to mess with. It isn't that I'm a bully, but I just get tired of people going crazy over the fact that my dad's teenage self is forever going to be in the Walt Disney World Parks. I guess my 'cousins', or the children of the other DHIs, feel the same way. I know that Jane does. All of our parents still work for Disney. Dad works at the Sports complex and Mom is one of the Pocahontas walk-arounds. Sometims I wish that my dad could be normal. Even I'm working at Disney on the weekends and during the summer just to have enough money for the mall. All of my 'cousins' that are 13 or older work there, too. My mom thinks that working at Cinderella's Royal table is good for my college application. Being Jasmine sure is boring at times. We're truely breaking Disney's policy of being 18 and all, but our parents have connections with the only Imagineer left that knew Walt Disney, so we are all an exception. I should probably get going now ... my little sister is annoying the snot out of me to use my laptop, and mom will get mad if I make her cry so ... TTYL!
Hey,
It's me, Jennifer! Phillipa is a bully, she is just WAY too thick to realize it. By the time that I'm 13, I will be working at Disney, just like the rest of my family. It just goes on and on. It's the Circle of Life! I know that's a really corny Disney reference, but what do you expect from a kid who has been having Disney pumped into her ears since she was born? Disney this, Disney that. At least I only have 7 years 'til I have to work there. I wonder if I'll break the chain of walk-arounds from our family. Jane and Daniel are both walk-arounds, also. I think I hear Phillipa yelling at me to let Charles use her laptop. So go I must. Così a lungo, nessuno in realtà leggendo quello che ho da dire! Vi amo tutti con tutto il mio sedere. Direi cuore ma il mio sedere è più grande! Aunt Willa is teaching me to speak Italian. Go to Google Translate if you don't speak Italian. When in doubt, go to Google.
Hola!
It's Charles Whitman adding some insanity to this blog since my sisters seem to lack it. I'm still keepin' it real like a happy meal for all of you who may be wondering. I've been thinking, why did my mom and dad have to name my siblings and I after all of our aunts and uncles. I mean really! Our first and middle initial are the same as an uncle and aunt. Phillipa Isadora, Charles Thomas, Jennifer Raina. Well, Phillipa kinda doesn't count but no one called Uncle Philby, well, Dell. If you might want to know my favorites and least favorites out of my family:
Favorite Aunt- Aunt Charlie (She's so pretty!)
Favorite Uncle- Uncle Philby ( The Ultimate Nerd)
Favorite Sibling- Jennifer (The Tiny tot)
Favorite Cousin- Daniel Philby (Only one like me!)
Least Favorite Aunt- Aunt Jez (She's sorta spazzy)
Least Favorite Uncle- Uncle Terry (Mr. Lets-shoot-peoples-dreams-down)
Last Favorite Sibling- Phillipa (What? Am I gonna hate myself?)
Least Favorite Cousin- Jane Maybeck (She is way too much like Phillipa)
So now you know who's who in our special family!
Au revoir! Je déteste être le fils de quelqu'un qui est une façon de noble (papa). Uncle Philby is teaching me French. Go to google translate if you don't know what this means.