My plans for camping have been trashed, and I took the wrong days off from work because my mom told me the wrong days for a different camping trip.

Shit. Well, I can probably change the PTO time off, and just post pone this weekend's camping trip. Whatever. I'm sure it'll work out.

As for Michael Jackson, I really don't care. He creeped me out, and now he's dead. Them's the breaks, folks. I liked a few of his songs, but the entire Pedophilia trial bit kind of overshadows that. Not to mention the mockery he made of the court system. Honestly.

Farrah Fawcett is pretty much in the same boat without the "Get away from me, you nutjob" factor. I want to watch her documentary about her cancer. My mom says it's really good and very intense. It takes a lot of courage to do that. But, once again, her death does not really affect me and therefore I am not going to act like it does.

To their friends and family, however, I hope they find some sort of peace soon. It sucks losing a loved one. I really feel for those guys in that regard.

To the News Channels, I'm of the mind that's there's a little more important things going on in the world than a celebrity's death. I know this is probably cold of me, but my god, people are fighting for their lives and their beings in Iran. That's truly newsworthy.

And Jeff Goldblum is not bed. *shrug* There you go.

Anywho, boring ass journal entry. To the tablet!

Later, folks!
-Lychee, destroying the public's view of her, one blog post at a time.

*whoosh*