Day 5 - She's My Partner

*side note: roomie will now be referred to as Legal Eagle, as we decided that she needed a better nickname on here than roomie. I may choose to shorten it to LE at times when I am lazy.

OK, so Legal Eagle and I went to a Panic at the Disco concert a few weekends ago and signed up to go see a timeshare in Escondido this Sunday.

When we first moved out here, we did a similar thing and got some money for it. That’s the thing, you can get awesome gifts if you go and are smart enough to not buy into it. So for this one, I believe we will be getting concert tickets, movie tickets and a trip to Vegas? Needless to say we are super excited and I am all prepared to turn them down.

Here is the catch though, last time we had to pretend not to know each other. LE is great at this. Me not so much. I laugh the whole time and can’t even look at her.

This time however, it’s a little different. We get to go together and everything, but we have to pretend to “be together.” That’s right, she’s my domestic partner for Sunday.

I even got a call to confirm the appointment and it went like this:

Them: And Legal Eagle is coming with you?

Me: Yes.

Them: And she’s your roommate…or is she your partner?

Me: …she’s my partner.

I totally considered saying she was my roommate, but I knew that Holly would do whatever it took to make the situation more awkward and funny.

But then after this convo on the phone, I watch the WILAY (What I Like About You) episode where Holly and Vince are pranking each other and she has to fake marry Ben, but then for some reason Gary offers to.

So am I Ben or Gary and which one is Legal Eagle? I suppose I would be Ben, he isn’t very good at lying. But Sunday should be fully entertaining if I can hold it together.

Oh and Legal Eagle and I are going to hang out with some hippies Saturday and eat some vegan food or something. I probably won’t shower beforehand so that I fit in better. Legal Eagle is going to fro out her hair.

I feel this weekend will definitely live up to the zany situations that WILAY is famous for. Definitely moving in the right direction.

Day 4 - I Do It All For My Blog

I am back on track. The What I Like About You episodes were sooo good yesterday and ones that I have only seen a few times (well a bunch, but less than others).

So I had a thing today that went well and I hope turns out well, but I don’t want to think about it too much.

OK, onto the topic that has been the topic for a while now. The Doc texted me last night. Yes, he responded, saying he had fallen asleep because he was up at 5 am for work, but wants to go bowling this Sunday (bowling had been my suggestion last week and no, I will not use my gift card on him). I got this text about 10 minutes after I had headed to bed, so I rolled my eyes I’m sure and fell asleep.

This morning was very focused on something that could be very good for me, so I was busy with that. But I was considering what, if I would, text back. And I knew I would have to consult the usual suspects. But it was early and my oldest sister was on her way to DC, but I knew exactly what she would say.

Me: He texted me to go out Sunday.

Sister: Cool, so you’re going?

Me: Well, he’s been kind of flaky and I don’t know if he deserves a date with me.

Sister: Yeah, but he’s finally doing the one thing you made a huge deal about, planning in advance.

Me: …

And then as I thought of this exchange I also thought of the episode yesterday when Val is getting back into dating, but finds little things wrong with each guy.

Holly yells at her (as she often does even when just talking which is why I adore her), which convinces Val to go out with a guy who does end up having a stuffed toy for each woman he’s slept with, which is odd, but she does it anyway.



So my oldest sister will be my Holly today and I will go out with him again. But he better not blow it because this boy is on thin ice.

However, I still had to consult with the roomie about going out with him again and she provided some very wise advice.

Me: Guess who texted?

Roomie: (her nickname for him)?

Me: Yeah

Roomie: What’d he want? To admit to being a douche bag?

Me: (laughs) No, he wants to go out Sunday. (Shows roomie the text)

Roomie: (makes face) Well…it’ll be good for your blog.

And then it was completely decided because I cannot let my blog down. I refuse to pass up a chance to have a wonderful and hilarious day-after blog just because he has been pretty lame in the past.

Oh and my roommate is quite looking forward to hearing all the details when I get home from it. Stories like him calling me “sweetie” provide her with laughter for days.

But if anyone out there knows how to kindly get someone to stop calling you “sweetie” without just saying, “Oh, can you not call me that. It completely weirds me out,” then I would love love love to know!

Day 3 - So This Is Why They Don't Have Pets

Finished up in Ontario, blah blah blah and came home today feeling all calm and zen until I walked in the front door.

My cat Barbar has been getting sick. Well not all the time, but he gets hairballs (at least we think it’s him because we don’t have evidence to the contrary), but I got home to him having been sick which is not a pleasant thing to come home to at all. So zen was gone and now I know why Holly and Val never had a pet. The reality is soooo not glamorous. Although I wouldn’t trade my little monster for the world.



But alas, my apartment, clothes and everything would probably all be in a lot better shape. Wonder if this is how people feel after they have children? Probably.

Also came home to a bill from our apartment for when our toilet overflowed because we have to have the worst plumbing ever. So, my Holly and Val-ness is put on hold because now I have to deal with these sucky little things. Did their toilet ever overflow? I know Val once got her hand stuck in it, but she had Vic to help her out. I guess this is better than having my hand stuck in a toilet.



Made a trip to the grocery store, my least favorite place in the world, but felt like it could be therapeutic if I really tried, but then they didn’t have my face wash, so I stood in the aisle trying to find a new one for about 15 minutes. I’m sure most women can sympathize.

So I’ve decided that today will be my day to crash and get off course a little as I have a million and one things that I should be doing right now. Plus a while ago I had completely organized and filed my emails, which have now gotten out of control and I’m struggling to find anything. I’ll get back on track with my plans tomorrow, after I enjoy some What I Like About You episodes later today.

Oh! But I did have a very glamorous moment in the mail when I got a major gift card to a hipster bowling alley that I covered an event at for one of my freelancing gigs! So roomie and I will definitely be making a trip to go bowling.

And on a weird note, The Doc called me last night to see if I wanted to hang out this week. What’s his deal? I texted him to let me know when he’s free and so far have gotten nothing back. I’m about ready to write him off completely, so very over this back and forth game.

Everyone should be crossing their fingers tomorrow because I will be making a major step in my goals, hopefully! I’ll explain more (although most know what’s going on) if everything goes well!

And one thing I definitely need to do is get the second Shopaholic book, I am soooo addicted thanks to my mom. I feel like I’m in withdrawal!

Day 2 - Ontario!

So there is a little business office here and I am trying to burn a half hour while the roomie is at her majorly important test and before I go grab lunch for the both of us.

The trip has been fun and we have definitely had some mini adventures. Well, for starters I forgot my toothbrush, which I don’t think I’ve ever done. So I grabbed one at the gas station when we stopped. But the best part was when the checkout guy yelled all loudly that he didn’t even know they sold toothbrushes with everyone behind me waiting to pay for gas. I felt great buying a toothbrush from a gas station, if not a little skeeved out. Oh and it is so awesome '80s style and bright yellow like the one below:



PS. Do you know how many image results come up for yellow toothbrush on Google? And most of them aren’t even toothbrushes. But my search did make me realize I definitely need some yellow shoes!



Oh, but here is during the trip when I began to feel a little like Holly. Well, roomie and I had set out a thing for breakfast since she had to get up early and make it to her test by 7:15. But our breakfast ended up coming late, so while we waited until about 6:50, I decided to call since she was busy pacing and tell them that we needed it now. And the guy was like well the chef says 7 more minutes. And I said no, just bring us some toast and fruit and coffee and OJ now. So they did, although they forgot the OJ which we will complain about later, but I was so happy that I could take care of things and my roomie managed to stop pacing.

Then I walked her over to her test and she had asked me to wait until she was in and everything was OK, just in case it wasn’t so I was like OK. But what neither of us knew was that we had to go through a huge convention center and wait in line for about 20 minutes. Now this isn’t a problem at all. However, everyone was nicely dressed since there was some sort of conference also going on and I was in pajamas. Now this isn’t a problem either except my pajamas were little blue shorts and a belly shirt, since it’s super hot here, oh and I hadn’t bothered to brush my teeth. But I took it all in stride and I think it was very beneficial for my roomie cause she laughed away at it and seemed much less nervous. I’ll admit, I got a few stares, don’t know if they were good or bad, but I’ll take them.

Now if I could really channel Holly, I probably would have gone to the conference since they were serving free breakfast. But I’ve just started my What I Like About You-ifying.

Oh and on a side note, we went to the hotel lounge last night and when we came back a can of shaving cream was on our dresser (obviously probably from the maids), but my roomie made me check for killers since this is how horror movies start. I even had to check the mini fridge for any chilled midget killers. It was empty.

Tonight we celebrate her finishing her test! So I’m busy sending my good vibes to her all day. Oh and I played a game while we waited about which people I would like as a lawyer and there aren’t many. Just my roomie and this guy with a super skinny, long goatee type beard. I think he would win every case because people would just be wondering about his beard.

Day 1 - Boy Boy Boy

OK, first, not sure how this day numbering thing is going to work as I may not be able to write every single day, like tomorrow. So I apologize if it’s inconsistent.

On to other things. So there has been a boy; we’ll call him The Doc, since that is his job. Although my roommate has a different nickname, but it references his real last name, which is god awful, so I will refrain from using it.

So The Doc and I have been out on what I will call one and a half dates. I can call it two depending on what you consider a date. So the first date was a half of a date, and then there was this whole long process in setting up the next one, since he was traveling for a month or so.

But eventually the next date came to be. So I met The Doc up where he lives, there is a bit of distance between our places. The date went well for the most part, but had a few minor issues, which I chose to get past kind of - but this should be kept in mind for later in this post.

First, we went to this bar/restaurant for drinks and food. We ordered chips and dip and about 20 minutes into the date he did try to feed me a chip. I cannot explain how awkward this is. Of course, I responded by laughing and saying something like, “No no no, sorry, I don’t get fed.” I’m sure this knocked his ego a little, but I think he recovered.

He also has a habit that some might not be bothered by, but I am. He called me “Sweetie.” I’ve never really been one for pet names of sorts and not this early on for sure. But I let this slide and didn’t even reprimand him for this, mostly because I found it kind of funny and wanted to see just how often he would use it. Let me tell you, often enough.

Oh and he went to Northwestern, I will eventually explain my issues with this sometime.

OK, but cut to the chase. The date went well and so we chit chatted for about the next week. But then he asks me out one night, I can’t go and the ask is completely last minute anyway. So most recently he asks me out this last Friday (not for Friday, but to get together this last weekend). I say how about Sunday. He says he can’t, but tonight (Friday) or tomorrow will work. I say let me see if I can do Saturday night (I had to OK it with my roommate that we weren’t up to anything).

But here is where the annoying part comes in. I write back not even an hour later (it was like 45 min. if you’re counting) that I can do Saturday. And then his response is something along the lines of:

Well I made plans with my boys since

I didn’t think you were in but we can all

meet up.

45 minutes later. He couldn’t wait 45 minutes? So after discussion with my roomie, he is officially temporarily sidelined. Unless he actually makes an effort, which he hasn’t much during this whole process, he will be sidelined for good.

As with Holly in an episode where Holly and Vince were about to start dating, but then she found out he had been dating other girls while waiting for her, and Holly complained that Val made her watch sappy movies and that life is never like a sappy romantic movie, I will take Val’s advice:

Just because life isn’t like those sappy movies, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t hold out for what you want.



Now, I’m not waiting for him to fall in love with me or anything, far from it. But I do want a guy who will try and schedule me in advance because as my roomie and I noticed, I was always a day-of date with The Doc, and I should be a highly anticipated, planned-out date. I mean, I need time to plan my super cute outfit!

Although, my middle sister did point out that I said maybe I could do Saturday and to guys, maybe means no. Oh well, I’ll have to work on my guy vocabulary, but he’ll have to work on his scheduling.

On a completely different note: Off to Ontario, CA with the roomie for a couple days. I’ll have to see what kind of trouble we get into!