(Insert cliche song lyrics here)

I'm having some issues with my apartment, and I'm beginning to wonder if I shouldn't just leave now and spend my last few months living with my mother and saving money. However, there are some problems with this plan. First of all, I love my family, but I would probably kill them or myself if I had to live with them again. My mother and I get along great when we're not sharing living quarters, but put me in a kitchen with her for longer than an hour and I revert to a sullen, bitchy 14 year old. Also, and this is more important- I'm not sure I'm ready to say goodbye to my life in the city yet. In my mind, I'm so looking forward to getting to LA and starting what is surely to be an exciting new chapter in my life. But not spending these last few months I have with my friends in my familiar neighborhood might be jumping the gun a bit. Of course, I'd still see everyone, but not on my terms. There would be rides to figure out, couches to crash on, gas money to waste. There would be less happy hours and movie nights, fewer pop-ins and beer runs, and hardly any impromptu late nights at ETS.

I'd have to say goodbye to my friends at Mobil who love George, my (sometimes twice) weekly walks down to the neighborhood bar, and the bums who brighten my days. No more stinky buses. No more screaming schizophrenic neighbor. No more late night drunken phone calls to random people to come over immediately and watch whatever movie I'm obsessed with that week.

Am I ready to give up my privacy? I mean, I'm moving to LA with my brother and brother-in-law, so I'm prepared for roommates...but not for 4 more months. If I moved out of my place, it would be by mid April, and I'm not sure I'm willing or able to sacrifice those last precious moments on my own. George and I have our routine, and moving in with 2 gays, two dogs, and a gruff, loud adult is not something I've mentally prepared for. My entire social life would be dictated by who was available to drive me to and from the city. How would I get to work and school? Where would I go on my breaks? Where would I sleep if I got drunk and needed somewhere to crash? These are all important questions, I tell you.

But the upside of moving to my mother's is that I'd actually be able to put some money in the bank for LA. Going there with $68 in my account is not really ideal. Someone would be home with George at all times. I could get everything packed up and sorted out well before the big move, which if you know me at all, most likely wouldn't happen until 2 days before we leave if I stay at my apartment. I'd like to be organized and really only take the things I need, and to do that I need to start packing well before July. So leaving the city now would definitely help me out in that department.

I'm just not sure what to do. Do the grown-up thing and save money? Or spend what could be my last 4 months in Buffalo with my friends, doing what I love doing and saying goodbye properly? Unfortunately, the final decision may not even be up to me at this point, but I can't get into that until I find out more information. (I'm so cryptic, right?)

In other news:

--So Corey Haim died, you guys. Am I shocked? No. Saddened? Sure, if only because it's yet another young person who fell victim to the temptations of Hollywood. I completely understand that drug addiction is no laughing matter, but overdoses have to be in the top 5 of preventable deaths, right next to impaling oneself on a chainsaw or falling off of a cliff. Drugs are just so stupid to me, but I suppose I could say the same thing about cigarettes and alcohol (2 of my most cherished friends). It's a shame because his friends and family will say "if only we could have helped." But Corey had to want to help himself, and judging by his many relapses, he was kind of a lost cause. Rest In Peace, Corey Haim. I'll always love "License to Drive" and "The Lost Boys."

(I'm also pretty sure that Corey Haim starred in the very first (soft-core) porn I saw. It was on Cinemax one night when I was dog sitting at my aunt's house. I wish I could remember the name of that movie...the girl was blonde...any help?)

I guess my point here is this: When are these people going to wake up? What has to happen to friends and colleagues to make them say, "Shit, that could've been me. Time to high-tail it to my nearest rehab center and get my life together." Sure, it may not be that easy, but when you see young Hollywood dropping like flies all around you, wouldn't you give it everything you had? Heath Ledger, DJ AM, Brittany Murphy, Casey Johnson, Andrew Koenig, Michael Jackson...hell, even Anna Nicole Smith. Look at Linsday Lohan - her life could also be a warning to those looking to lose themselves in their addictions. Promising young actress, now can't even be cast in direct-to-DVD movies. Such a waste.

I'll get off my soap box. Remember, kids: Give hugs, not drugs.

Other random stuff from this week:
-The Oscars were cool, but way too long as usual. When will they learn that random Horror Movie montages and inappropriate dance numbers are unnecessary?
-I just signed up for Netflix, and for someone without cable, it is the BEST THING EVER. Really. EVER.
-I love that Jessica Simpson is using John Mayer's "Foot-In-Mouth-Gate 2010" as an opportunity to go on every talk show available and feign outrage at being outed as "sexual napalm." Um, if John Mayer wants to tell Playboy that he wanted to "f*cking snort" me, I'd be cool with it. I'd probably even send him a cookie bouquet.
-Hilary Duff is writing a novel? A small part of me just died.
-Gisele Bundchen keeps talking about giving birth; this week the headline was "Giving Birth Was the Most Intense Experience of my Life." Really, Gisele? I figured it was a walk in the park. A calming experience, even. I was always told that they play nice music and light scented candles (perhaps jasmine and honeysuckle), all of which lulls you gently into a deep slumber...and then when you wake up, you have a quiet little wrinkled human in your arms. Wait, what? It comes out of...where?? You push...WHAT?! For the love of God, NO! Hey Gisele, go back to being pretty. We don't need to hear about your birth canal.

Thank you and Goodnight.