The Essential New Year's Eve Post

Once again, I've been lazy. That's how I do with these thingies.
I suppose I'll have to buck up and keep you, my loyal followers, entertained and amused.
Anyway, 17 days until I move to Los Angeles. Six days until I hit Chicago again. It's all happening so fast.
Here are my LA updates:
-I have a place to live in Glendale/Burbank with two seemingly awesome roommates.
-I am looking for a car.
-I am applying for jobs for weekends/nights. If anyone has any ideas of where I can apply, let me know.
-If I have Rock Island followers (very doubtful, but mad props if there are), come in and see me. It's the last time you can get delicious ice cream treats that I made.
-My room is in boxes. For all intents and purposes, I think I'm transient.
-No idea what's going to happen or with whom I am staying in Chicago. Possibly Nick, possibly anyone else.
-One of my very best friends, my dearest Teenerz, is a hot mess and I may or may not get to see her again until May. I'm distraught. Teenerz, I will do my best to get to DeKalb. If not, I shall write you and call you and all of that important goo.
-If you know folks in California, let them know I'm coming and send me their contact info. Please. I don't want to be lonely.

So that's about it. If you, dear reader/follower/browser/creepass stalker can help or encourage, keep me posted.
I'll try and do the same.

Now, for the current situation. The moment:
My New Year's plans to sit at home and watch LotR yet again got screwed up by Michaela's having plans (she 14, for goodness sake!), and my parents having plans, and the neighbors coming over. So it looks like it might just be the first one for me. I'm a little upset, but the first one, as I told one of my adoring fans (okay, not fan, but whatever) last night, holds all of life's answers. I watch it every New Year's Eve, and I swear it gives me direction. It's like talking to God indirectly, I've decided.
Does that make Peter, Fran, and Philippa prophets?

I have lost my creativity recently. My ideas have gone away when I need them most, and I think it's because I am afraid. Maybe I need to be inspired. General Patton, my hero, never got scared. Or if something scared him, he met it head on. Rommel, for example, should have scared the living daylights out of any military tactician, but Patton read his book. Those glorious bastards. I need to read something or see something that will make me believe I have ability. Or will at least clear my head enough to let me think. This brain in my head has rallied in mutiny, and it's running away with all my thoughts so that I can't trace it.

I'm out for now. Off to rock out to Guitar Hero until it's appropriate to hear God through Frodo and a little guy named Sam G.