hey brother...

This is the thing:
Blogs are fun until they become personal. -Or-
They are fun when the other person thinks that no one is reading it. That way the blogger is writing deep dark secrets and how they "really feel." then the reader feels like they have some cool insight into how that person feels and acts. But this is tricky for the blogger because in order to keep a completely personal, private blog- they have to be comfortable telling no one and allowing that to be ok. The problem then lies with the blogger because usually people who write blogs secretly want people to read those things happening in their lives. At least this is the way I see things.

so i guess what i'm getting at, is that I don't know what this blog is going to be for me. At first I was just doing this because Carolyn did one, and I thought it would be funny. But really, in order to care about this blog and want to continue to write on it often, i think it might have to become personal. and now, i guess i don't know what to do because I've blown the whole idea of keeping the blog undercover. and i don't know how i feel about just saying fuck it- and talking about how i "feel" knowing that all kinds of people could read it. Other friends of mine who have blogs or online journals seem to not care about that. They usually write what's on their minds and don't really care what everyone else thinks. so i guess i have to decide what i want this blog to be and what it means to me- if i'm going to continue doing this. ah, a lot of writing and no real answers. blah- whatever.

so, this past weekend was interesting. So much fun with friends who I definitely don't see enough of. I'm trying to make chris move here. hopefully he will. meagan was soooo much fun. She is just as crazy as i left her. The five of us- the entourage- are the perfect match. somehow even though its been six or so months we all just jumped back into the swing of things and well, basically- we are soooo funny. and attractive. haha... j/k. (meagan) I wish they both lived here and were in my life everyday. i laughed and smiled so much this weekend. friday night was a glitch- which if this blog was that "personal" type of blog i was talking about earlier- I might discuss- but i'm not sure if this blog is that, yet. But anyway- really things were amazing- we went all over l.a. and really spent so much time just hanging out with eachother, which is what we always did anyway. I love them.

Skittles are good.

Today i went to one of the most amazing museums ever. The Getty. It not only has the most amazing views of the Los Angeles, including the ocean and then the city- but also great art and gardens. I went with two fellow members of the entourage- Chris and Bob. we had the best time ever. I love chris being in town. Another great thing about the art there, or any art from the 1400-1800's, is that the women make you totally appreciate any imperfections you may think you have. They were HUGE. first of all- which i understand they valued- but that makes any girl not think they look fat when they look into the mirror. so, i guess what i'm saying with all of this, is if you are a girl, and feeling a little bad about yourself- go to an art museum- or even go online- and look at art. it does wonders, let me tell you.

anyway- that's about it for now. i've been hanging out with old friends all week, and i love it. I knew I missed them, but i had no idea how much. so- I'm going to go enjoy them.
ps. i have a dirty little secret. I think I mixed skittles with m&m's. and now, looking back at it, that probably wasn't the best idea.

xy and z.

trade spaces los angeles...
the other day I helped mary paint her apartment and we both agreed it felt like trading spaces.
I have always wanted to be on trading spaces and so this was a dream come true.
Paige wasn't there, but we did a great job. the one green color didn't really turn out exactly "leap frog"-ish as we would have wanted but still it is awesome! I'm so happy mary decided to paint her apartment- lately I've wanted to be crafty- so this was amazing.
I think i'm going to make necklaces. just an idea.

I really need more girl friends out here, but the majority of my time is spent with boys. Which I don't mind, I love my boys, but there is definitely something about hanging out with girls. shopping is one of the things. but i'm sure there are lots more too.
also, I really wish that they didn't have to work nine to six. yeah, they work nine to six, not nine to five. which is even more annoying because well, i guess i just hate the idea of work. on that note, I love working on set. first of all, and maybe the most important, the food they serve is amazing. just the other day I had catfish with a great sauce on top. anyway- set is fun. all different places, different people- really exciting.

So mary is dating this guy-JOE. Really I should be dating JOE too, because it's really working out quite well for me. He buys dinner for us all the time... really I'm starting to think that maybe they want me to be a special guest... if you know what i mean.
which knowing mary, i think things might get alittle out of hand very quickly. But I can bring chocolate cake- which i know always wins her heart.

I went shopping today and saw a shirt that stated- I'll be your private dancer.
it was a guys shirt and i love it.

anyway- going to go bowling tonight and dinner with friends and my mom.

xoxoxo

Disaster has hit l.a.

disaster hit la tonight.

the definition of disaster is as follows:
1. a. an occurance causing widespread destruction and distress; a catastrophe.
b. a grave misfortune.
2. informal- A total failure: The dinner party was a disaster.
3. obsolete- an evil influence of a star or planet.

So this is what happened:
we were supposed to get together and watch last weeks Nip/Tuck.
we were already. positions on the couch-set. cookies on plate in front of us- set.
drinks-set. comfortable-set.

then when we thought we were perfectly ready to begin- our worst fear happened.
Nip/Tuck wasn't recorded on tivo. panic hit. anger- sadness-laughter- back to anger.
soooooo upset. i think it had something to do with an evil influence of a star or planet- if you ask me.

anyway- now we are going to cry.
well, maybe not everyone in the room... but i will.
let me paint the scene for you...
bob and rob on one couch.
jackson and me on the other.
blanket on me. (always cold in their house)
table in front of us.
boys talking about girls on magazines.
which dirty underwear they should buy their "girls"-
right.
well, bloody hell.
another wonderful night in la.

smell my dirty laundry!

This is so I can keep up with all my friends and family and so they can keep up with me.
ok- no. Really I am making this because it seems that every one of my friends has a blog or livejournal or myspace-
so here it is... my dirty laundry.
I guess you can smell it- (Rob)-
I think it smells good though because all my clothes smell like channel or abercrombie eight- depending on my mood. so... here it is.... (inhale)