Just call me Bridget Jones

Today, Thursday November 18th, year 2010, I begin my journal in the style of famed Bridget Jones with the technological mandated addition is in blog form.
This is shit writing. I'm not publishing this.
Anyway
Today I begin my Bridget Jones diary, blog-style because I am sooo 21st century.

Weight: yeah right. we'll say xyz.
Boys: 3 in my mind at the moment; none in reality.
Exercise: ordered a scale, acquired a mini trampoline for cardio jumping sessions, discovered time counter for laps on my iphone and use it at the track when i like to run at night, 30 min brisk walking earned me 2 pts off my total bill that day. Immediately indulged in a glass of port.
Self Health: facial attention, stretching and rolling, daily pose of the day yoga, floss, put mouthwash on the list, natural makeup application, (keys, wallet, phone). I also think I may want to start using a planner. A day book. Whatever you call them, I unoeqivocally want a classy, traditional, lasting, chanel, kate spade, leather, crocidile, structured, clean, crisp, simple, understated vessel to carry all my life's appointments and reminders to "stay calm and carry on".
School: ToDo's inlcude draft of my final memo for my writing class, making concept term flash cards for each subject's (property, contracts, torts) main topics, finish the reading for next day's class discussion.
Social: Failed to make it to the midnight showing of harry potter; instaed had my appt with the shrink, went to my mom's house for some ravioli and wine, then home to video chat + vino with my bestie :)
all in all a great night especially given I completed this (let it be known due to certain errors in my previous execution of this blog post attempt, this is not the original version of the thougths posted hereafter)

Rant about fuzz

I think I have an invisible cat living in my apartment. I picture it to be of the persian sort; white, puffy, and definitely stuck up. The reasoning behind my illogical thought is the abundance of white fuzz that stock piles my parkay floors like wall to wall carpeting.
Attacking it with the vacuum cleaner was fruitless, as was crawling on my hands and knees with a lint roller in hand. My next and last hope was to purchase a cat hair comb and attach it to the handle end of my broom stick. This worked like a charm and has been ever since. But the point of that rant was that the effing fuzz is endless, ahhh.

Sexless in the City

Hello strangers, I'm bored at work and decided that with my free time I might as well try to do something productive that doesn't involve giving any more money to Gilt Group.
So, I figured I might try my hand at attempting to post photographs on this web page. Unfortunately, I have not had any interesting man-pics to post, so I'll go with my apartment photos because I know all of my "followers" who haven't yet visited my superb new place love the updates on what they're missing.

Guess who's back?

Back again...guess who's back? Tell a friend!

It seems that I have been away far too long from my dating blog. But to be honest, there has been absolutely no content to blab - I mean blog - about. After things dissolved with my Bachelor #2 (the attorney for those who have lost track) and nothing ever evolved with Swedish boy, I decided to lay low for a while. And all it takes is to put my mind to something and there you go - nothing happened.

Well, I've decided I'm bored again and if Carrie Bradshaw can do it in the City and Hillary Duff can do it in her own ABC Family made for tv movie - why can't I? I will, however be taking a different approach for a while and hold off on reapplying for online bachelorette status on eharmony again for several reasons.
1. I have no money.
2. Everyone seems to find a great guy when they are least expecting, let alone trolling for matches forcibly and quite time consuming.
3. It didn't really work out great that last time.

Pretty much in line with the fact I haven't been dating, I've been watching plenty of television and have been swept away and inspired by certain reality shows like the Millionaire Matchmaker: playing by certain rules; The Biggest Loser: I could stand to be healthier aka diet time; and Sixteen & Pregnant: hell no I don't want a baby or to be poor (sorry but honestly, those people are uber trash-tastic). My new goals will consist of
1. Loving myself so much, no guy could help but love me too.
2. Forcing myself to follow certain rules such as "no sex before monogamy" and a three drink minimum on all dates.
3. Save money; if this whole thing doesn't work out, I can always support myself and hire male escorts.
4. Keep friends close; it seems that no matter how quickly the men come and go in my life - there's always a great gal pal to confide in, wing man for me, or just forget about everything with.

Well, that's all for now folks...stay tuned and I'll keep you posted (all pun intended)!

I don't want to jinx it...

...so all I will divuldge is that I met someone new :)

Well, I had met him before and had a feeling I should meet him again and boy was I right!

Cotes de Rhone, Sweedish, Four Seasons, oh what a night.

When do I get famous?

Okay, so I've been blogging a while now and I've yet to receive any book deals or tv show pilots...what gives?

I guess I should get "out there" more to add some fuel to this fire. If anyone was interested, I'm debating whether or not to move out on my own. I am currently living rent free with my parents in a sick nasty and spacious apartment which includes free meals, laundry service, and daily motherly nagging. My other option is to rent a studio apartment for about $1,000/mo which includes less square footage than my bedroom currently, a kitchen where the drawers don't open fully due to lack of space between them and the refridgerator, a roof top pool deck, and independance. This is one sticky situation, and no amount of Excel spreadsheets or turns at the Magic 8 Ball can help me make this decision.

It really comes down to money vs. independance...can I really put a price on feeling like a real adult? I have to move out eventually, no one ever seems to have as much money as they'd like, and I could really benefit from pool access come tanning season. I've found a semi-reasonable gem of an apartment, and I don't want to let it go! If only the lease stipulated a handsome (single, straight, normal) next door neighbor I'd be sold...stay tuned for the outcome!

Keep on truckin'

As Michael Scott once said, "Oh how the turn tables..."

It seems as quickly as I had fallen for B#2, it was over. Yes, over. And to think, I - one who often preaches of the pertinence of patience - was cut short so fast by someone else. Well, this grasshopper is hopping on to greener pastures without B#2.

As I had predicted in my last post; the Valentines day curse did indeed serve to act as a major milestone in our yet-to-be-decided relationship. And not a forward moving one at all. After nothing more than a smiley face text message on the day whilst he was away visiting friends for the weekend, we had made plans to meet up the following Friday. Nothing special of course because his schedule is so very booked, but most likely a casual night with a happy ending. A phone call Friday during work proved that this situation we had going was not working out for him, that he felt guilty that he couldn't provide me with more attention, and that I deserved better.

He was right. I do deserve better. So, onward and upward. I do not like the idea of being alone, so the only other option is to keep on truckin'...Easier said than done, but keeping positive sounds better than moping. Here's to greener grasses!