Life update…being driven CRAZY.

Wow guys!  It’s been WAY too damn long since I’ve written.

And naturally, my life has changed completely since…even though it’s only been about a month since I’ve last written, maybe a little bit longer but not much more.

Oh, the life of a disorganized 20-something.

I am not quite sure where to start.  Last time I wrote, I believe it was about my now EX-BOYFRIEND and his completely breaking my heart.  Enough of that.  LOL.  Safe to say, I’m completely over him and have kissed plenty of boys since him–five to be exact.  

BOY SITUATION…

To keep on with the boy situation…there’s a new one in my life.  HOWEVER…it’s an interesting situation.  His name is Andrew.  I met him on my birthday, completely wasted–apparently, my picking-up-men tactic is to go for anyone wearing a MLB baseball hat.  No, for real.  I will, in my drunken, unintelligent state, strike up a conversation with them about the particular cap they are wearing.  It’s quite a tactic, one that actually works often.  We’ll always have something in common, at the end of the day–er, night.  

Anyway, Andrew was wearing a Boston Red Sox hat.  According to my friend, as I don’t remember this particular event, I struck up a convo with him about his hat, and of course, my complete hatred for the Red Sox.  This little ordeal ended up, as it normally does, in me going home with him and my roommate going home with his friend.  

I DIDN’T HAVE SEX WITH HIM THOUGH!  I don’t do that, never have had a one night stand, never will.  

Woke up the next morning at his house…interesting.  Was a little confused, of course…took a better look at him.  Dark hair, dark eyes.  REALLY cute face.  That’s comforting.  But wait…he stood up out of bed, he’s short.  And big.  Bigger.  Hate to say it but borderline overweight.  :/  Still very cute face though.  I looked around his walls, noticed baseball posters.  BIG PLUS.  I had to hurry up and get out of there, as my Mom was coming that day.  He gave me a ride…even though he was no casanova, there was something about him that made me want to hang out with him.  

Long story short, that began a month and a half long saga of kinda dating, kinda not, but mostly dating.

I’m not overly attracted to him, but LOVE his personality, he’s a great guy, treats me wonderfully…but like I said, not attracted, nor do I feel that "butterfly" feeling.  It’s SO up and down too.  One night, I’ll look at him and think wow…he’s great, and I can see myself being happy with him.  The next minute?  I’m…well, for lack of better words and for the sake of honesty…disgusted with him.  :/  UGH.  He thinks we’re together, and exclusive, which I guess we kind of are thanks to ME IMPULSIVELY changing my Facebook status to "In a Relationship"…stupid…but whatever.

ANYWAY–we’ll see what happens.  He’s super fun to hang out with…but don’t want to date him.

ROOMMATE SITUATION…

So, I’ve become quite good friends with one of my roommates.  She’s my age, has a steady job, parties and is fun to hang out with–however, and this is a BIG however–she drives me ABSOLUTELY crazy.  I mean, sometimes I get so f-ing annoyed with her I can’t even be around her anymore.  A little about my living situation, it’s a house I found on Craigslist–an all female house, close to large college campus with pretty cheap rent.  The house is old and a little run down, but all of the girls here for the most part are really nice and it’s a great neighborhood.  Anyway…my roommate is crazy.  First of all, she has a drinking problem…which is annoying in itself.  Second of all, she CONSTANTLY needs reassurance.  I mean she asks me for my opinion on the STUPIDEST shit, all the time–ALL the time.  From what to get for dinner, to what color of nail polish to put on.  SO fucking exhausting.  On top of that, I’m finding that I’ve started to get taken advantage of a little bit.  YUCK.  I don’t like that.  She doesn’t have a car; I do.  So naturally, who foots the bill for gas and everything else?  Me.  Ride giver, on occasion.  Sometimes I offer, sometimes she asks.  

It’s a vicious cycle too–you know when you get taken advantage of, and you don’t realize it until afterwards, you want to get SO pissed at the other person but you CAN’T because it’s YOUR FAULT?!

Yeah.  Welcome to my life.

Anyway…recently we were informed by our landlord that she’s looking to rent our house to a group, rather than individually by room as it stands now.  Which will ultimately force us out come September.  My roommate is, of course, over the top freaking out about it and relying on me to be her new roommate.  Problem with that?  Well, everything.  First of all, she’s a smoker, I most CERTAINLY am not.  Not only does she smoke cigarettes, but also marijuana.  YUCK.  I f-ing HATE marijuana.  Hate it.  Plus, I have a car and she doesn’t.  I found some great places that are a bit of a drive from downtown Seattle, which is actually ideal for me.  

Oh God.  She fucking drives me nuts.

Sorry.

Okay.  This is enough for one entry.  I’ll continue the rest later.

Much love everyone,

-Elle.