What I wrote at work:

"I think the original intention of a weekend off from the work world
is for rest, to spend two days rejuvenating before another 5 straight days
of working. However, look around on Monday morning at the faces of all your
coworkers. Looks like they've been hit by a bus. Everyone is all bloodshot
and exhausted.

Anyway, I haven't written in forever, and I've been keeping a list
of things to talk to talk about, but I've never gotten a chance to really
sit down and write like I used to. I'm just so damn busy. Between working
all day, getting to the gym, running errands to prepare for the big move,
and getting in real quality time with friends and family, there hasn't been
much time to write. Whatever spare time I have after all of that is for
pure me-time, which has me relaxing on my couch and watching my favorite
mindless sitcoms to help melt away whatever stresses I may be feeling.
But today, I'm making time. I have a few errands to run that are of
extreme importance, and I plan on accomplishing them as SOON as work is
completed. After that, the night is all about writing. TV off and
everything.

You know why I get so stressed? When I finally get the
organizational-bug (when you're ready to tackle all of the problems and
errands you have), it's when I can't possibly do it all. Like, right now,
I'm getting this hot flash thinking about how I should have sold my car
months ago, how I need to get my friends together to learn the music for my
sister's reception, if maybe they want to pick a different song and if I
need to find a new one, arrange it, and teach it, about how I want to ship
over my belongings to LA, about when I should do that, about how I want to
sell my bed. The list goes farther than that, but now I'm searching for
things. Still, I'm sitting here and I want to get every little thing done
so I just don't have to think about anything anymore. I just want to enjoy
my days, but it's Life's Homework or something and I'm just waiting for
summer break (without summer reading assignments). Whenever I've
accomplished one thing, I just have another thing to do. This probably
sounds stupid and obvious because what am I looking for? To complete all of
my life's responsibilities in a day so that I can just cruise around and
hang out all the time? Actually...yeah. That would be nice, and sometimes
I think that if I dedicate a whole two days to everything I have to do up
until I can't do any more work in advance, then my life would be so
pleasant, so easy. Fine, I'm delusional, but whatever, most of us feel
delusional things. What makes you not actually delusional is not
acting on those unreasonable demands on life, or at least just not telling
too many people about it. I'm writing this on my site, but really, it's not
like I'm just writing it for me. You know you all have come up with ideas
that you think would just make life smooth-sailing and you wonder sometimes
why it can't just be that way. I've definitely sat around and thought I've
developed the solution to all of life's problems. Or sometimes you do it on
smaller scales. Like, if your friend is annoying you, you think, "God,
everything would be just fine if she would stop being so lame." Boom...so
simple. Stop being lame = my problems solved.

Anyway, so let's do some small small talk since I'm at work and
won't be able to really get into anything. The weather. Okay, I can't seem
to remember what it was like last year or this time, or even exactly what
it's supposed to be like at this time. I really don't remember being cold
in June. A year ago this time, I was living the life. I was just sleeping
in, working out, hangin' out with lover boy until I left for the Challenge.
I SO did not workout like I should've before that Challenge, even though it
really didn't matter. But from what I thought it would be like, I was so
not prepared. I work harder now and I'm not training for shit. Anyway, I
wasn't cold, I know that much. This guy at work said we're getting some
winds from Canada right now. Damn it, if I wanted Canadian winds, I'd go to
fucking Canada."

Okay, home now. So, I did NOT get the chance to sit down and dedicate to writing a shitload. So, there are so many things to talk about. First off, the Olsen Twins. I know I've brought them up before, but maybe we should focus on them a little bit. Okay, so, apparently, these girls make a billion dollars a year. I'm sorry, did you read that? I think you should read it again. They are making a billion dollars this year...EACH, and will DOUBLE their income next year. I'm sorry, I don't even understand that. It's actually so much money, that it isn't really money anymore. Do you know what I mean? It's past being money. It's like they can just cash that in and be handed the keys to the whole fucking earth. And no one even knows why. They aren't amazing actors. They aren't the prettiest girls in the whole world. They can't sing that well, dance that well. They have great clothes, but who doesn't in the industry. They are billionaires for BEING the Olsen Twins. I mean, if they weren't twins and it was just Mary-Kate Olsen as the ugly baby on the lamest show in the world, who would give a shit? I don't even know why we give a shit anyway. That being said, I like the Olsen Twins. Oddly enough, I cannot tell you why.

And then I think about Stephanie Tanner. What's her real name? Let's look her up on imdb.com....okay, her name is Jodie Sweetin. She hasn't done anything on her own since 1995 when she hosted an Earthday Special. Sad. Oh, but the actual last thing she did was an Olsen Twin Celebrity Profile. Hysterical.

Hey, but I'll say this in Jodie's defense. Maybe she didn't want to pursue acting anymore. Maybe she had another dream, and we say she's some big failure because we haven't seen her since.

The meter maids have been serious assholes recently. I got a $40 ticket for being too close to the intersection. I park in that spot all the time, and no one cares. I also looked at some other guy's ticket who was at a meter (I was curious), and the guy got a ticket for not paying the meter, but he GOT the ticket at 5:48pm when the meters stop at 6pm. That's just bullshit. It's fucking rude, if you ask me, I don't care what the law is. That cop KNEW he was being a dick.

Getting this apartment in LA has been a pain in the ass. Actually, that's not true at all. It's been so easy and pleasant that it's ridiculous, but getting all the required paperwork in for this place has been a bitch. I was at a bar with my sisters when I got a call from the leaser telling me that all the paperwork I had faxed in was never received. Apparently, I had used the wrong fax number. I had to leave the bar, go the parking garage where my car was, get the paperwork, and find a fax machine in downtown Boston in a half hour. I ran barefoot through Boston (my shoes were killing me), into the garage, got my shit, and didn't know WHERE to begin looking for a fax machine. Had no idea which direction the nearest Kinkos was. So, I saw a little tiny realtor place, and figured that they had to have a fax machine, and if I asked nicely enough, they would let me use it. A kind young gentleman by the name of Derek Jensen at Landmark Realty was kind enough to help me out. As it turns out, he has a friend who is a cop and an avid reader of this site. How fun. I never really thought of cops reading my site. I don't know, I just figured my readers were mostly people bored at their desk jobs or younger types who were on their computer all afternoon like me. Anyway, that was exciting, and I got my fax in on time.

What else has been going on. Let's see, I didn't think there was a way to hate Jessica Simpson anymore, and then she went ahead and proved me wrong. She and her damn hubby Nick have an MTV show coming out called Newlyweds where they invited the cameras in to witness their first months of marriage. Excuse me for second <vomit>. Wow, sorry about that <wiping mouth>. Okay, Jessica Simpson "made it" in the pop world, but forever stayed beneath Britney, Christina, and even little Mandy Moore. Nick was in 98 degrees, below Backstreet Boys, below N'Sync, and maybe even a few others. These two had...what? One hit each? No one really gives a flying fuck about them anymore, so they needed to keep themselves fresh by jumping onto the reality wagon and whoring out their MARRIAGE to their MTV viewing public. "You know, when you're in love, you just want to scream it out on the mountain tops..." and whatever the fuck else that skinny bitch said. Shut the fuck up. You are MAKING what should be sacred in your life, the MOST sacred thing in your life, and you are MAKING it entertainment, you are making a mockery of it. Yeah, I whored out my own 4 months of my life to cameras, but I will say it's different. It's an experience. It's "fun." You meet new people, you do cool shit, you live in a cool place for no rent. Most importantly, you get to know what it's like being on the other side of the TV screen (even if you don't know if you'll like it or not.) These two are already "celebrities". They're not doing this for an experience. They should be past all this shit. Good relationships are NOT gossip, or they shouldn't be. Sure, Ashton Kutcher (i can't spell that name) has made himself one of the hottest guys in Hollywood SOLELY from his dating patterns (according to Stern), and every time he dumps a chick and finds a new one and gets in front of a camera, he increases his power in the industry. Fine, that's great for him, and he'll have the life he's always wanted, but he's lacking integrity. He might not care though, but he does. So many of the greats out there, so many of the people we all just revere with utmost respect keep their private life private. Tom Hanks, Dustin Hoffman, Selma Hayek, Edward Norton, Janet Jackson - these are just a few examples of true stars, and we LOVE them for what they DO, not who they are fucking, whose heart they are breaking. Jessica Simpson and Nick whatever-the-fuck are complete assholes. That's how I feel about that.

My eyesight is bordering on horrible. I can feel my vision wearing away everyday. I realized though that I haven't gotten a new prescription in something like two or three years. Oops. Yeah, definitely time for new ones. Anyway, I haven't gotten contacts because I have greasy tears and I need to find ones that work with that. I have these ONE pair of shitty glasses that are all bent out of shape. Last night, one of the arms broke off, so I'm walking around with my glasses scotch taped together. No, it's not in the middle, but STILL. It's pretty fucking bad. And I don't want to get new ones yet because there is this one store in LA that has the most amazing frames for the absolute best prices, so I may be taping until my move.

I like my new job, the weekend weather-reliant one. Since it's outside, it doesn't feel like you're in a club or a bar. Feels like you're at rich friend's summer BBQ. I think I said this in my last entry. Sorry if I'm repeating myself. You know what's SO great about it though - the coworkers. I loved the coworkers at my old waitressing job too, so I'm not saying these chicks are better, but they are cool. Girls from Boston are cool ass chicks. First of all, from talking to them all weekend, I've replaced all words that end in "er" with "ah". "I hate this fuckin' weatha." I like these girls because they are no bullshit. What you see is what you get with them. They don't seem to have any hidden agendas, and if they don't like you, they don't fucking care if you know it. No one is worried about how they come off, no one is valley-talking or acting all insecure. There is something inherently bad-ass about born and raised Boston women. Of course, maybe it's just the accent, but I think they redefine the word "cool." I get the impression that they're extreme loyalists, and they will literally beat the shit out of anyone who fucks with their friends, no matter how delicate and ladylike they appear. I feel comfortable around them because I feel like if they didn't like me, they'd just be rude to me. I trust that when they're nice it's because they feel like you deserve it. They're not out to be impressed or to impress you. And there's something comforting about that.

Okay, it's getting late. I wish I could've written some more, but I had some SERIOUS cleaning to do in my apartment. I mean, I cleaned OUT the closet, got rid of shirts in my drawers that I don't wear anymore. Real cleaning. It's so much nicer. I was feeling so congested seeing my closet and drawers overflowing with shit I don't even use.

Gotta run. We'll talk again later.