2 January
So, yesterday was a New Years Day spent thanking God for not making me go to any parties, and finishing up all of the stuff that I needed to do to go to New York today.
I packed, watched the Rose Parade, took down the tree, returned my library books, all those last minute-y things that I never mean to leave till the last minute. You know, except for the Rose Parade, as that pretty much is on when it's on.
Shit, my suitcases are full and heavy. I even added a paper bag to put stuff in, but I still had to leave some stuff behind for Mom to send to me. I remember thinking on my way over, struggling under the weight of The Bags That Ate New Jersey, of that SNL sketch with Harry Shearer and Marty Short as male synchronized swimmers, and Marty's character is in the water wings because he can't actually swim, and he says, "I'm not a strong swimmer..."
Well, I'm not a strong packer...
The other thing that I left for the last goddamn minute was scanning things at Kinko's.
The first night I came home, I got from Mom one each of our famous Christmas cards. I have never had a whole set of them like that and I decided to scan them and make a page out of them. Then I thought that I wanted to scan my school pictures, and then all of mine and my parents' publicity pictures and headshots, and the whole thing just expanded until I had to wait until the day before I left to do it or else I might not be able to not quite get it done in time!
So I went over there and found that they were closing at 5p, closing of all things! So I got about twenty minutes of work done, minus the time it took for the computer to crash. They open again at 7a today, and I am going before going to LAX.
Talk about waiting until the very last minute! I am the fucking queen of procrastination!
What did you do on New Year's Eve?
And we are still talking about our New Year's Resolutions, dying our hair all kinds of colours, Disneyland, and what we got for Christmas.
Today's horoscope:
Issues of who earns it, who owns it, and who spends it will arise. Think: Compromise.
One year ago today:
"Wake up and join the fucking Zooo, 'kay?"
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