I keep telling myself to sit down and write that "one year" post, but laziness has gotten the better of me. Well, I guess I could blame it on the fact that I haven't really sat down at the computer long enough or that I just don't have the energy to write another thoughtful update. I've run out of inspiration, if you will. I really do love you all lots, though. I swear I'll write something meaningful in here eventually. Tonight is just not that night.

I've been back in LA for roughly a week now and it's both a relief and a bit strange to be home again. I haven't slept in my bed for a good five months, I do believe that's a record. I walked through the door quite late on Friday night and looked around, realizing how foreign it seemed. Being the huge wuss that I am, I ran around to each room and turned on every light in sight. I hate being alone in the dark, I always have. I cleaned out the refridgerator and most of the kitchen of old food and whatnot, which meant that I had to order out. I spent the remainder of the night sitting on my couch with my Chinese noodles, watching Return of the King. Yes, I'm that much of a dork. Hey, at least I can admit it.

Since I can't seem to stay alone for long periods of time, I decided to go out on Saturday night and who else should I run into but Orlando. I hung around long enough for the press to get a few good pictures of me looking incredibly uncomfortable/bored with him and his friends. I never win, seriously. I managed to ditch them (politely of course) and thought about dropping by to see Rach and Clay but then I figured it would be more convienient if I didn't do so on a Saturday night. For obvious reasons. Cough. :[

How do I always manage to write completely pointless entries? I amaze myself sometimes. On a brighter note, I got some new icons. This is a momentous event since there are hardly any good pictures of me anymore so go check them out. And maybe even give me a reason to use them. That's a hint.