And now I am 24

Having attained another year on this mudball, I must say that I have found it good. Twenty-three was a weird year. I spent most of it in a job I hated, living in my parents house and driving a car that is slowly falling to pieces.

Yet, toward the close, I changed jobs, saved enough money to start seriously considering apartment and a newer car and I spent another year with Nox. How can that be so bad?

He masterminded a great birthday and my friends were incredible in seeing it through. I love all y'all. Even if you did get me drunk and wavery.

My goals for 24?

1. Move out. This is practical and harder then it sounds because it's really comfortable living at home in a lot of ways. I know that if I move out, there will a certain amount of loneliness involved. My parents drive me crazy, but at least they're there. I'm a fairly solitary person, but I'm already alone most of the day at my job.

2. Make a plan about further education. Should I get any? And if so where? And this time, it has to be a bit more lucrative. I love my job, but I'm making spit and peanuts.

3. Publish something or at least try to get something published. This has been my birthday goal every year since I was 13 and writing a novel about silver hailed elves with purple eyes. This year I'm actually doing something about it, taking a creative writing workshop that will hopefully hone my skillz.

4. Remember that I am blessed. Tough, but damn I am.

Rock on,
CGL

All the good ones get it

It's been a long time since we've lost someone famous and young. The last one I can think about that I gave two shits about was Kurt Cobain.

Today, Heath Ledger was found dead. Thanks to Law to letting me know though I'm now quite saddened. He was a truly gifted actor, really standing out from the new generation. He was a throwback to tough guys like Clint Eastwood with the modern twist of bravery that guided him to films like Brokeback Mountain and most recently, I'm Not There.

He was slated to appear as the Joker in this summer's sequel to Batman Begins and knowing Hollywood, it will probably be released with him in it. The film is already in post production and now will carry it's eerie stigma.

The implication is already that Ledger committed suicide with sleeping pills. I cannot imagine what a blow this will be to his family.

I don't feel qualified to mourn him, really. I only know him from pictures and movies, but he was going to be the first great actor of my generation. Maybe he's hanging out with James Dean.

Hope you weren't waiting up..

I did watch the PR. It came, it went, I was sad that Ms.Pistol left. Rami should be shot and I forgive Christian for being a bitch for one week only because he's carrying Chris on his bony shoulders like a trooper.

That's all I gotta say about that.

-CGL

D'oh

So my work study? Who I assumed was younger then me and therefore was being all sage advice and other moronic stuff? Is my age. I just overheard her say her birthday and it's only three months later them mine. Me=insufferable moron.

My Vote Should Count.

Not in the presidential election which at this point is such a three ring circus that I long for the simple days of the Little Wooden Boy (John Kerry). Alas, we have to democratic candidates that will ultimately live or die by the color of their skin or the questionable contents of their genitalia. Is anyone going to vote on actually principles? I found myself in a conversation with my father about Hillary's crying and all the hulabaloo it caused and I realized...it's glitter and ridiculousness and really, we all know Oprah runs the country so let's just give it to her. She's black AND a woman and probably more competent.

So no, where my vote should count is on Project Runway, goddamnit because Christian survives again. Look, I'm all for tiny twinks with flippy hair, didn't cheer Daniel through Season Two? But the 'tude is racking across my last nerve and the way he blamed his model on the runway? Deeply gross and unprofessional. Chris was marvelous per usual. I know Law is rooting for Sweet Pea to go down in smoke, but I still find her kind of charming.

Remember, Vote Oprah. She might give you a minivan.

-CGL

So it's 2008 and we still don't have any flying cars.

Bastards.

I had a good new years, did you? Really? Fascinating.

Everyone can give Law and Guitar Hero a big pat on the backs as they are now engaged to be married which is awesome. Geo is not engaged, but was hungover.

Life is sometimes unfair that way.

I have little to say about the latest Project Runway. I thought the editing of Eliza telling her horrifying tale about nearly dying into show she was kicked off in was a bit crass. I would not have called her Spitmark if I knew her brains were once splattered on the sidewalks of London. Very unfair, me thinks. Who won? I missed that bit. I liked Chris' dress and I was glad that it justified him staying.

The sunlight temporarlily turned everything outside very buttery and golden. I like my new job for it is light filled. Yay sun! Everyone should have some.

Happy New Year (though it's been 5768 for like four months. Jews rock it old school. Today is the 26th of Tevet if you're interested)

-CGL