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My brain is all over the place today, so in an effort to make this blog a representation of who I really am, today's post will be all over the place too.

I am going to New Orleans for my birthday. It's more than six months away but I'm a total planner so I'm already checking flights and hotels, and places to eat, and things to do. So far I'm definitely doing a haunted tour, eating at Restaurant August, eating at Antoine's, and going on one of those weird huge fan boats to look at swamp creatures. Other than that, my best friend and I are just going to get there and wander. I will have a full list of things to do made up as usual, then if plans change so be it. I used to not be able to have plans change. Now I welcome it. There is something relaxing with being able to crumple up an itinerary and say, "Screw it." My mom was going to come with us, but has more anxiety than me, and decided that since she can't be sure the weather won't be really bad in October, she can't come. This bums me out but I can completely understand. I have overcome a lot of my anxieties, and my mom never will. And I love her just the way she is.

Speaking of New Orleans, have you seen those houses that Brad Pitt has been helping to build over there? That man is awesome. He goes there so often that he really knows the people who live there. In my opinion, he's doing "rich star" right. The homes started out being about $150,000 each to build, but now they've got the costs way down. Also, most of them PRODUCE more energy than they consume. You read that right. And they look all wonky and amazing. Check out the website: Make It Right. I saw him on Ellen yesterday and I was really impressed with how he doesn't just throw his money at something. He gets in there and gets his hands dirty. It's pretty great.

Why did I watch Ellen you ask? 'Cause I had heard that this girl would be performing on yesterday's show, so I dvr'ed it. She is 15, from England, and is going to blow everyone's shit out of the water. I seriously cried the first time I heard her voice. Absolutely stunning: Birdy - Skinny Love. She does really soulful covers. I especially like this one: Birdy - 1901.

For some reason I have been having dreams about what I would do if money were not an issue. I am pretty sure I'd have a house in New York, and one in Greece, and I would travel around most of the year just building stuff and donating my time to folks who need help. If I were independently wealthy, I would be able to do all the stuff I just think about doing. For now, I'll just be satisfied being independently middle class and able to do more than I ever dreamed I would, a few years back.

The moment that someone has an idea in their head that they are cool, it is pretty much the defining moment that makes them uncool.

I was thinking about all of my friends, and how righteously different we all are. I have long wondered what it is that creates the bond between us. It came to me like a bolt of lightning: everyone I know is the truest representation of their authentic self, that they can be. I realize that THAT is what creates our symbiosis. Not that everyone gets along, but everyone respects the groups that don't get along, and it works. Some of my friends are WAY nicer than me and associate with people who are very insecure, and act poorly because of it. We all have insecurities and faults, the key is in how you react and respond to them in your treatment of others.

As many of you know, I have a HUGE problem with someone coming in to a restroom and sitting in a stall right next to me, when there are 8 stalls open. Is there not some unspoken bathroom etiquette? I think there is. To top it off one lady sat right next to me, and proceeded to squeeze out a groaner. Before I could stop myself I was saying out loud, "You've got to be fucking kidding me. Jesus christ!" as I was washing my hands. I couldn't even finish peeing, I was so baffled and disgusted. I know everyone poops, but not everyone has to poop close enough to hold my hand, when there is a whole bathroom open. Second problem I have is phones in the bathroom. Seriously people, take two minutes away from your tether. You aren't going to die. Monday a lady walked in on her Blackberry, and took it in the stall with her. When she came out I said, "I'm assuming you haven't read the study that says smart phones now carry more fecal matter than toilets?" She said, "Oh my god!" I said, "I know!" and walked out.

Well, that's all I've got for today. I leave you with a happy picture of the day of Ewan McGregor. He was on Conan the other night and he is as funny, as he is handsome and talented.

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