/me plays his "Moving to Michigan Excuse Card" to get out of posting anything to his LiveJournal

I like to think that I came up with everything clever that I copy off of others.

I'm way too tired for no reason, right now. I'm leaving on Monday morning to drive to Michigan with my fiancee and her mother. This is probably one of the most stressful things I've done in my life, right along side... nothing. I am simultaneously the most brilliantly gifted and retardedly immature young man my friends and family know. I don't know how I've seemed to conjure up more controversy than Michael Jackson in a Huggies commercial. If enough of the wrong people tell me I'm wrong, that makes me want to work incredibly hard to show them how wrong they are and how in-control I can potentially be. It's flatteringly sickening how it's assumed that I'm incapable of sustaining a decent living in another state. I love being told that I need to get more experience before I get more experience. Some close friends were even kind enough to suggest that I "think about it" before I make such a hasty decision. How can you not laugh at someone who assumes you have just chosen to move 11 hours away from your family and home town of 22 years like I just decided that I do want fries with that. I realize that nobody that would probably read this is involved in this situation. But, if you don't talk to me every day, you don't know what's going on. Frankly, if I don't ask you for your opinion, there's a reason... it isn't a coincidence that your quick level-headedness and abiding love of voicing your opinion just happened to slip my mind right as I was saying goodbye to you. Even if anybody turns out to be right, and I did make a mistake in moving, I am sure not going to let on about it, now. And I'm pretty sure that I don't care to move back to this thriving metropolis of sages.

I think that up until a couple of days ago, I had been handling it perfectly. But with pressures mounting like buffalos in heat, my headaches are closer to headquakes and my stomach turns like an acid washing machine whenever the topic of moving is expected to be brought up. Apparently, my defense mechanism is humor, and it shows pretty plainly to those who confront me regarding my choice. I'm not writing this to complain, and I didn't plan to write about this. I had a decently funny bit of observational comedy stored up for this entry. However, some things don't turn out the way you expect. The best part about this entry is that the consequences here are minimal. And that makes writing here all the more appealing. This way, I can vent, and fewer people get hurt.