Flight Itineraries and Celebrity Stalking Plans

Days till LA: 13

Holy crap, I move to California in less than two weeks. In less than two weeks. It hasn't fully sunk in yet, even though Jim and I have already purchased our tickets and worked out our itinerary. If you're curious, here's our trip plan:

Monday, June 2nd:
- 7:00am EST (yes, 7:00am) Depart Logan
- 9:48am PST, Layover in Las Vegas = food time and hitting up the airport slot machines
- 12:00pm EST Depart Las Vegas
- 1:19pm EST Arrive LAX

I don't think it'll really hit me until we get to the airport, because I tend to not really realize something is about to happen until I actually set it into motion. Like right before surgery, when I don't actually realize I'm about to be sliced and diced until I actually step into the hospital, and then all I want to do is run screaming - only this time, I'll run screaming onto the plane, already contemplating ways to kidnap all the celebs I'm obsessed with. Close enough.

First course of action: Operation Make Prince Caspian My Sex Slave

So MJ, my moms' friend, is picking us up at LAX, and then we'll be staying with her either for 2 weeks, or until we get an apartment - whichever comes first. I'm hoping we won't have too many issues getting a place, considering Craigslist has a plethora of postings every day, and at least 10% of those aren't crack dens or fake postings by people looking to steal your identity and all your money. If worse comes to worse, we'll become hobos - at least it's warm there.

But in the meantime, I have 13 days to continue whipping my body into prime shape. It's... slow going. I should probably lay off the chocolate, considering I'm setting up modeling jobs, and no one likes it when you claim you have a 24" waist and then show up with a 30" waist and chocolate smeared all over your lips and jaw. Believe me, it's awkward.

Off for a run, ciao!

Breaking News

Days till LA: 26

I've picked out the guy who's going to end my dry spell once my lady junk is back to normal: Ben Barnes. Yes, it's the guy from Prince Caspian, and no I don't care if that makes me kinda sort of creepy - this guy is gonna have one hell of a night. Provided I can actually, you know, find him and drug him. I mean, seduce him.

I was going to try to make some kind of flag pole joke, but I'm too tired to think

I'm taking this as as sign, because today (for the first time in over a YEAR) I got in a real, full workout! I went running to Dupont Circle, back to the GW campus, and then back to my apartment, and while I have no idea how far that is, I know it's a hell of a lot farther than I've gone in quite some time. So, Ben Barnes, your days are numbered. Get ready.