It's 1:21 am.
I have no idea why I'm up this late. Especially since I had a pretty early start to my day, to go hang out with the parental units and the shish-kabob. I can't sleep. I'm wide awake. Blah. Sorry I'm so boring guys. Nobody probably reads this thing. Not even the ole partner-in-crime. And I know this for a fact because I have to sit there and force him to read it. Not that he doesn't already know what's going on in my life to the most infinitesimal detail. But sometimes it's nice for the blog to feel appreciated.
I went to Beverly Hills with the fam. That was fun. My mom became starstruck and almost hallucinatory when we passed Rodeo Drive (she's never been). I told her, "Mom, whatcha gonna do when I become a rich and powerful force in American cinema?! You can't go being hysterical at the Oscars!" It was funny though, she's cute. Seriously though, I'll probably never go to the Beverly Center again. It was laid out so unnecessarily wrong. You have the parking garage in the middle of the building!!! Who does that? And you had to go up and down elevators to get to certain stores-it was bizarre and unpleasant.
I'm a fan of The Hills, so clearly I would support Whitney Port in her quest to find happiness, love, and a new career with (hello?!) Diane Von Furstenburg, in her new show The City. I would have to give it an A-. There haven't been enough episodes to quickly gauge if it'll be as big of a success as The Hills turned out to be, but I have to say-way hotter cast, and so much drama already in just the first two episodes. Plus the fashion! Omg, it's like I died...and then died all over again. Love the girl in the pink heels in that picture above. She's so chic but in a total non-pompous way. Anyway, we'll see with this one folks...