| 24 June 2002 1:49 am PST Monday Back in Los Angeles. It's come to the point where I don't visit anymore, I commute. Hehe. I was checking the numbers again, and I spent 24 days here last year. It's only June and I've already clocked 23 days, and I'm not even done with this trip! So me thinks I'll be beating out last year's numbers. You'd think that I've been here so often that I'd have seen at least one of my future husbands by now, but no! My brother's seen Lex (Michael Rosenbaum) around, but I havent had such luck. I haven't bumped into any of them anywhere. *Sigh* I guess that means I'll have to spend even more time here! Mwa ha ha. Angela is out here with me. My brother has been kind enough to take us to some great bars, so she and I have been having a heck of a good time. She and I even hung out with one of my brother's female friends... we had drinks by the pool at The Standard by moonlight. Though the drinks are way more expensive here, they're also pretty strong so I don't have to drink that much. And to burn off the calories from the alcohol, we've have been taking full advantage of his condo's gym, pool, whirlpool and sauna. The funny thing is that I never knew where the gym was until she came because Albert gave her a tour of the place, and I'm like, ooh... that's where the gym is! So we've been keeping busy, which is good. Tomorrow, er, later today we're going to a taping of the Craig Kilborn show, which I hope will be fun. It'll be a good way to end her stay here. On a more somber note: It was sad to hear about Cardinals' picther Darryl Kile's death. I'll admit that I don't follow baseball so I wasn't entirely sure who he was, but this was all over the news. Once I heard it was the Cardinals, my thoughts immediately went to a friend of mine over in St. Louis who is a massive fan, so I actually paid attention to the story. I'll admit that I first thought it was a drug overdose. Nothing personal against Kile, but most people who are young and have celebrity-like status die from ODing. Sure there are freak accidents like the late Aaliyah and TLC's Left-Eye, but most of the time it's self inflicted. I assumed so and didn't feel much pity/sorrow/whatever. But I found out that it was from "natural causes" and not his fault, so it's a true shame. It was his time, I suppose. I'm a firm believer in that stuff - going when it's your time. That doesn't mean you or any one who loves you wants you to go, but there's no controling it. That doesn't mean I'm going to go flirt with death. We all know I'm pretty scared of flying on planes, butt I go onto all my planes thinking to myself, if this is it, then so be it. On the other side of that, if we're still around, that means we're supposed to be here. I can't imagine being one of those 2 people who survived that big earthquake in the Middle East. I'd probably be thinking, why me? Everyone else in their neighborhood died, but they survived. Mind boggling. It just wasn't their time, I suppose. Despite all the pain and saddness, I hope they have a renewed appreciation for life. I try to remind myself daily to appreciate and hopefully enoy every moment I experience, including all the bad stuff. I don't really dig that whole reincarnation thing, so I'm pretty focused on this life alone. Perhaps I'll be proven wrong about reincarnation after this life, but I'm not going to worry about that. (If it's true, then next time around I want to be born into a Buddhist family or as a wolf!) It's way too easy to get caught up in stuff and lose sight of what we have right now. People who can't appreciate what they have tend to annoy me for several reasons. Warning, this will be super generalized. First, it's not like they have life bad... they're not living in poverty or hunger, or in a war-stricken area, or being abused and/or molested. Actually they are probably middle to upper class kiddies who are fussing about their parents (who, mind you, likely put them through school without complaining about much more than grades), spending more cash than they need and then whining about not having enough stuff. Second, they're looking for fulfillment/happiness somewhere else... I know I'm materialistic and like having lots of stuff, but at the same time I don't define myself by what things I own and think that if I had more, I'd be happier. If everything was taken away from me, I'd still know exactly who I am and what I'm made of. Yeah, that was a really self righteous thing to say, but it's true. Next, they're usually cranky people. That's probably because they're worrying about what they don't have yet. It's like, please take a breather, look around at what a good life you're living. Maybe they'd be more agreeable. I don't like cranky peopel because it brings down my generally amiable disposition, which I don't think is difficult to have. I'm going to quit while I'm still in a good mood. I don't like complaining, but sometimes venting is necessary. Especially if it's in light of some tragic stories and in an effort to remind people of the good things. Nothing like death to make you appreciate life, right. I was also reaffirming myself. Affirmations are good. They keep me sane and able to stay pleasant, which in turn allows me to look at what I have and smile. Who knows when I'm going to go. At least when I do I'll know I enjoyed my life.. |
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