Michael Jackson died 3 weeks ago...

...and I'm still not okay with that.

I was already nearby on June 25. When my mother and sister told me about MJ, I ran down the street to UCLA Medical Center and joined the crowd surrounding the reporters (who were still setting up). It was madness. One guy near me at one point brought his iPod and portable speaker dock, and blasted "Heal the World."




I went back to my Buzz Aldrin book signing after about an hour in the crowd. Once that ended, I went back. Some of the chaos had cleared, but the fans were still coming out...and so were the reporters. I was even near a broadcast for a French station.







And if that wasn't enough, the following night I walked over to the Jackson family home (apparently I've lived less than two miles away and never knew that before).






I wanted so badly to get tickets to his funeral/memorial (as all my friends/coworkers could tell you), but alas, the lottery system hated me. Even when there was a rumor of a Neverland memorial on Friday 7/3, I was trying to get my work shift covered and rent a car to go. (That wasn't meant to be either.)

I've been listening to an unhealthy amount of Michael Jackson's music since then, though. I'm not okay with this happening.

Post Birthday Wrap Up

So yesterday was my birthday. Turned a whopping 23 years old. Yes, I know-Oh being 23.

I've had a hard time accepting this birthday for no particular reason. I think it's the fact that I feel like a bit of a failure. I graduated college, got a degree with honors and thusly set off into the world to be a grown up.

I then moved home with my parents, got a job at a coffee shop and took up ballroom dancing. Things haven't been good, they haven't been bad, but due to the expectations I've put upon myself I feel as though things haven't gone the way they should have. I know it was a bit of bad luck to graduate when I did, through no particular fault of my own. The world has taken a bit of a turn for the ridiculous, especially here in Michigan.

I know that the last few weeks I set into a bit of a depression, and I'm trying to come out of it. Currently it's through doing little things like wearing pretty colors when I'm not at work, reading good books and watching things like "Bridget Jones' Diary", and that whole thing is going get its own entry.

---P.S.-The birthday was good, and now I've got Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip, which is fantastic.

I Promise

I Promise to update this blog at least every other day. They might not be funny, they might not be long, but I will update.

So we'll start with this brief, yet to the point observation.

I work at a coffee shop with a drive thru. I'm perpetually amazed that when people pull into this drive thru, they stare at the menu as though it's written in Chinese. They then mumble their order into the menu board and act totally and utterly confused and/or incredulous when I say things like "I'm sorry, that was a Grande Mocha with No Whip, right?" and come to find out it's a small coffee with cream.

Maybe if you spoke above a mumble and had any kind of a clue, we would be able to assist you in a timely fashion. I mean, in a hypothetical perfect world.

And that is the first of the promised updates...

I met Buzz Aldrin

Words of Truth

Alexa: So I'm serving coffee, and there are dumbass execs at NBC who greenlight shit like "I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here"?
Alexa: HOW IS THIS FAIR?

I have found Alexa's male soulmate

(I am her female soulmate, obvs.)

Who cares that he runs iheartpapyrus.com? Sure, Papyrus is a horrifically overused font, but this is all you need to know:

About Me: Droppin' it significantly less like it's hot, and more like it's just really heavy and awkward.

Perfect match.

We're still alive

Clearly the end of Tool Academy meant we ran out of hilarious things to talk about.

That, or maybe we kinda forgot to blog.


We'll be back.

War of the Infomercial Spokesmen (Fans)

Auto-response from Alexa: Watching the Slap Chop commercial with our friend, Vince, really really makes me smile
Emily: TEAM BILLY MAYS
Alexa: hee hee
Emily: SCREW HEADSET VINCE
Alexa: I LOVE VINCE
Alexa: BACK THE HELL OFF
Emily: BILLY MAYS HERE
Alexa: Vince doesn't shout
Emily: BILLY MAYS HERE
Alexa: Vince is going to make America skinny, one slap at a time
Emily: you're gonna love his nuts
Alexa: LOL
Emily: fettuccine, linguini, bikini.
Alexa: Seriously
Alexa: Vince is hilarity

ANNOUNCEMENT (x2)

• Yesterday I handled Black Amex #3. BEAT THAT, ALEXA!
  


• Tonight someone at work (my second job!) asked if I had seen Twilight...because I reminded her of vampire Victoria. My life is over.

Alexa is in L.A. - Final Edition

I bring you photos, not words.
And once again, more photos of me because I rule.


Garden at the Getty Center

Santa Monica pier