
Blogger is NOT putting my spaces in.. soooo.. sorry for the run on paragraphs lately..
So... Grey's was a rerun in a "recap" episode's disguise. *sigh* Jerks. However, I gotta admit.. I watched it.. and I liked it. Afterall, I'm marrying Derek Shepard. Yeah. Anyway.
Did you watch
Notes from the Underbelly??! Lauren (pictured above) is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO what I'd be like preggers.. Well.. a mix between her and the attorney chick...causer let's face it.. I'd never agree to a minivan..LIKE. EVER. Show is pretty damn funny. I advise you to watch it. DO it.
NowSo, I'm trying to pack for LA. When I say "try" to pack.. I mean.. blog, do laundry.. watch tv.. really anything but actually put things in a bag to transport on the plane. Best part.. Im leaving from OKC.. and have no idea how to get to the airport there. Whatever. Ill figure it out. I'm such a dude when it comes to directions.
So, in my quest to "pack" I am watching The Fabulous Life of Celebrity Parents or something. This shit makes me sick. Seriously.. SERIOUSLY.. Most of these people dont even have educations.. and they're making MILLIONS to play fictional characters.. yet.. we're OBSESSED with them. Right. I'm turning off the tv. Officially. Whatever. Or not.
So, in a nanosecond of freakoutness, I started to think "OMG I HAVE TO TAKE WORK WITH ME ON THE PLANE TOMORROW" and then I kinda breathed in and out and thought "wait.. no.. no, I really dont. ahhh..." :) There is some joy in having very little life direction, I suppose. lol! Totally a joke.. I have life direction. Kinda. Well.. more than I did last week. ;)
Sorry I've been crappy at calling/emailing. You see, my cel is WAY over minutes.. so if you have sprint, Ive likely called you. If you dont, sorry..but its after 7pm for you. Today has been the first day I wallowed.. and was therefore in front of the computer (thus explaining the lack of emails) I have tried to stay OUT of the apt and planning for jobs...so no emailing.. and today the wallowing meant no emailing, etc..I've set up a meeting to talk to someone next week!! So.. wish me luck. I wont say more than that. It's not an interview by any means.. but we'll see
I adore my mom, but if she doesnt stop with the calling me midday to ask "so.. any leads?? got any interviews?" I think I might have to leap from my balcony. Seriously. Its been a week. Im freaking enough in my own head..even though I have time before I really NEED to freak. I really dont need mom asking me loaded questions. *sigh*
Okay.. time to stop avoiding packing and stop watching the celebrity millionaires with no law degrees. Clowns.