I would just like to mention that in:
10 days and 2 hours, I will be on a plane to California. Where people say I'll never want to come back from.
10 days and 3 hours, I will hopefully be asleep on a plane dreaming of a life unlike my own!
10 days and 4 hours, I will be giddy and wide awake realizing where I'm headed.
10 days and 5 hours, I will be kinda freaked out thinking about mud slides, the Santa Ana winds, and all that is Los Angeles.
10 days and 6 hours, I will have replayed "Los Angeles" by the Counting Crows like 150 times, excited. There may be squealing on the plane. I'mjustsayin'.
10 days and 7 hours, I will be sitting in LAX with my camcorder and two digital cameras prepared to snap shots of celebrities.
11 days, I'll be watching my closest guy friend tie the knot with someone other than me.
12 days, I will be looking at the Golden Gate Bridge in person.
13 days, I will be going through Paramount Studios and Warner Bros. Studios handing them my resume.
14 days, I will be sitting on Robertson Boulevard, having water or something with my brother, PRAYING to spot Matthew.
Have I mentioned that I'm a little excited?