Thursday, Feb. 20, 2003 - 9:33 p.m.
Okay, so I look like crap today and I felt like writing. Did I want to take pictures? No. Is my hairstylist making me grow out my eyebrows until next week? Maybe. So there's a little doodle that I made just for you all.
I'm pretty sleepy today, and I'm not quite sure why. I've just been exhausted all day long, and haven't really accomplished anything in the packing department. Truth be told, I didn't get home until 3 this morning, having attended my friend Scott's comedy show --very funny, by the way-- and then going to his apartment with a few people and discussing X-Men cartoons until the wee hours of the morning. However, I DID pack for 12 hours yesterday and am only nearly halfway finished. Today, I cancelled the phone, cable, and long distance service, but I still don't feel like I've accomplished anything. Hotel reservations have been made, along with U-Haul reservations and such, but still, things aren't sinking in that I'm leaving Los Angeles in a week. I can't get over the fact that I'll never have to kiss James goodbye at the airport to not see him again for a month! I will wake up to the same person every day, eat dinner with the same person, and get a puppy and kitten with that very person (yay!). I told him today that things aren't going to truly hit home until Week 3 of living together, because we've never spent that much time together before. Is that strange? One can know a person so well, and feel so connected with them, even though they've never been in the same town for 3 consecutive weeks? It all blows my mind. I can't wait. I just wish that same person was around to help me put all my crap into boxes.
Right now, I'm watching The Micheal Jackson Interview. Granted, I didn't get to see the spliced version that made him out to be some sort of perverted, psychotic recluse, but for Cripes sake, leave the poor man alone! What has he ever done to the world, other than giving them quality pop music favorites such as "Billie Jean" and "Thriller"? This man has completely pioneered pop music as a genre and for that he gets shat on by the press? His unique qualities made him stand out! Why the hell are you making fun of him? He's charitable, he's honest, and doesn't talk shit about anyone whatsoever. He's 44 years old, for crying out loud, get off of him, he's not J-Lo! He's just trying to be a dad. How many men in America want to do that with such fervor? Shame on Martin Bashir. You can't touch Micheal and you're not Barbara. Integrity is the number one quality the world truly searches for in a person (even though half the people reading this will say money and a sense of humor, with attractiveness coming in a close third) and as a journalist it is your job to convey information without biases or heresay. Without honesty, what else do we have? What else can we trust? Why is it that certain people make it impossible to believe the human race is ultimately good? I am feeling way too political today, but grr... That just chaps my hide.
Anyway...when we get to Oklahoma mid-road trip, we're having a huge family get-together of about 20 people so everyone can meet James. Poor kid doesn't know what he's getting himself into. I have tried to warn him that it will probably involve 6 hours of every one of my relatives individually pulling him aside and asking him when we're getting married, which makes both of us a little nervous. It isn't that we've never talked about it, and we joke about getting married and having kids every so often, but when relatives are putting all that pressure on you, yeesh! I know how uncomfortable I was when it happened on my Colonoscopy Vacay, but I can't imagine what it would feel like having just met the fam. I am sure I'll be blushing non-stop the entire time, with James sitting beside me hanging his head in dismay.
I'm completely rambling at this point, and I'm not sure why I felt like writing. I am going to try to put a Last Entry From LA up here before I go, and that will probably be a nice break from packing in a couple of days. For now, though, my heart just isn't in it. And we all know how Sarah performs when she doesn't give a damn...