“The only mistake is thinking that you are uniquely bad.”
Thanks for your wisdom, Jen. Or Jen’s therapist. Or a shapeshifting alien posing as Jen to dispense advice.
Today was not a good day! I’m about to cry. I’ll start at the beginning:
Lunch – Natalie, Lex, Cassie, Ana and I were trying to think of how we could get everyone who went to the party to go out w/ someone. They went on about how cute Robbie and I look together and how perfect we were for eachother. Cassie said something like how it wouldn’t matter if we went out since we’ve kissed so many times! So Cassie went over to Robbie and asked him to go out w/ me. He said he didn’t know who I was although Cassie thinks he didn’t know who she was talking about.
History 5° — Cassie writes me a note informing me that I’m going out w/ Robbie. Finally I found out that Cassie asked him to go out w/ me. He said he didn’t know if he would or not – meanwhile everyone was totally bugging me about if I was going out w/ Robbie or not.
French 6° — Lex inform people I’m “sort of” going out w/ Robbie. I deny it but it’s no use. I try to kill Cassie.
I am pretty sure that Cassie survives this day.
Language 7-8° — Jeff finds out Robbie and I might be going out. He keeps trying to convince me not to go out w/ Robbie. The problem was I was starting to maybe like Robbie again so I wanted to go out w/ him! Cassie tells me that Robbie wants me to ask him out to make sure I want to go out w/ him. Cassie said Robbie would say yes. Everyone kept badgering me and badgering me. Jason T. whispered my name to get my attention and pointed to me than to Robbie and put his fingers together like we’re kissing! Everyone’s really bugging me + I’m starting to get a little pissed off. I wanted everyone to get off my case but I also wanted to go out w/ Robbie.
Aelxis and Christy said they’d get off my case if I asked Robbie out. So finally Alexis goes and asks him out for me! So now it’s like I liked him and asked him out! Well the end of the day came and I came home TOTALLY depressed ’cause I knew he was going to say “no”. I tried to cry when I came home but I couldn’t. I decide that a phone call to Erika would improve my mood. She told me Christy wanted me to call her because she had some news for me. I try to get hints out of Erika, but she won’t budge. What did Christy know??
They make your fingers all sticky and they’re really hard to eat at your desk when you’re busy working your way through your lunch break.*
Also, if you’re going to cut them in half before cooking, clear out all those little hairs. Otherwise they get all over all the leaves and in your mouth and it’s a lot like licking a cat.**
Lastly, I’ve had artichokes with melted butter, I’ve had them with mayo. But my favorite dipping sauce remains mayo mixed with a bit of curry. What’s yours? Tell me in the comments!
Emily came over today and I guess I feel a little better after talking to her. I guess I am having a hard time accepting the fact that a major part of my life is over. It’s amazing what 15 seconds can do. I’m sure it’s a change that probably is long overdue but,… I don’t know.
I just have to wonder how long it will be before I have another. Even though I wanted my first kiss to be because we wanted to, I’m glad it happened. Now I don’t have to sit and wonder what it will be like. Emily said that guys are like ice-cream. Like Sundaes? Tell me more!
As William Godwin shared at the turn of the 18th century…
“Cohabitation is a point of delicate experiment, and is, in a majority of instances, pregnant with ill-humor and unhappiness.”
Thank you to Will for that awesome and ever so timeless quote. William Godwin sure was right on, eh?
Tonight is probably going to be a very memorable evening. Cassie held a party. The guest list included:
Girls Guys
me Mike P.
Lex Kris B.
Cassie Robbie
Ana Tom
Erika Jordan
Emily Billy
Windy Dave S.
Daniele W.
Loni C.
Natalie
Abby R.
Well, the party had a bottle. For spin-the-bottle which led to Truth or Dare. In Spin-the-Bottle I picked:
Dave 3? times
Kris 1 time
Robbie! 1 time
After that in Truth-or-Dare Find out what happens in Truth or Dare!
Poor Smitty is a clean guy, like me. He likes his house clean and his sink empty of dirty dishes.
Back when he was just discovering that about himself, he lived with a number of men who didn’t feel the same way.
No, they liked to leave food all over the place to rot and piled the sink to high heaven with dishes.
Smitty tried to get them to clean up after themselves. Or so he said, anyway.
And then one day, he wanted to make an egg. Such a simple desire! But there was not a clean plate or pan to be found.
He flew off the handle. He grabbed a few dirty dishes from the sink and started pelting their doors with them. It felt pretty good, so he continued until there was not a whole plate to be found.
Though he didn’t ever get his egg, he made sure that those roommates wouldn’t be leaving any more dirty dishes around the house. Good approach to horrible roommates, or best approach ever?
I feel so pathetically stupid. I called Wild 107 trying to get tickets to see All-4-One during one of the payoffs.
Afterwards I jokingly tried to get through when they were doing Love Lines. I got through, but hung up after I freaked out.
I didn’t want to be on Love Lines but I wanted to get tickets for All-4-One! I’m going to keep trying at the payoffs. Who knows? Maybe I’ll see All-4-One live!
Spoiler alert! I don’t ever see All-4-One live. I still cry at night.
Friend of the blog Lauren recounts her worst roommate situation.
A Cat with 50% Accuracy Meets His Match
“I had to move out of the house I loved because my roommate decided to move in his girlfriend and her cat. The problem was we already had a cat with 50% litterbox accuracy.
“My roommate who owned the cat (the same one who decided to move in his gf) decided that instead of cleaning litter boxes more frequently he would just buy more litter boxes. When he did get around to cleaning these boxes he would often leave bags of cat shit sitting in the house. During the summer things really reeked. The thought of having another cat was too much to handle.
“When I raised my concerns, he pointed it out he was the primary lease holder. Dick. Then the girlfriend moves in, she puts all her shit in the living room, not just suit cases but mannequins and sewing machines. It was particularly creepy when I would go downstairs half asleep to see a bunch of mannequins in the living room.
“The first few days I didn’t say anything about the piles of shit in the living room. When I finally moved all her shit to one spot in the living room she said “thank you”. Not “thank you I’ll really need to clean this up right?”.
“After a week I wrote a nice email saying we needed to find a place to store all her shit, offering suggestions and how to get rid of stuff in the common downstairs closet. Her boyfriend and I spent about two hours putting her shit away as she sat there.
“Then the unholy messes left in the kitchen began. The cats were constantly fighting and hair rolled through the house like so many tumbleweeds.
Today was O.K. Nothing much happened.
Everyone who was at the party was walking around with their hands on their necks trying to get rid of the pain in their necks. It like, branded us!
Anyway, there’s talk of another one next weekend. I don’t think I’ll head-bang quite as much! It’s supposed to be at Cassie’s house and they’re considering playing spin-the-bottle! This weekend will be quite eventful if it happens!
This day where nothing much happened was coincidentally my mom's birthday.
