a. elise

We are going to make it all the way through June without the temperature exceeding the 70s. That is good news for me.

Oh, there is so much to do. We have to finish unpacking everything, finish our patio garden, and paint the rooms in a couple days.

But you know what? So far, so good.

I have been here less than a week. And so far, I have witnessed a nearly fatal car accident on the freeway, and a man followed me home from the grocery store. When I asked if I could help him, he said "I think so" in a very suggestive manner. He then asked if I "had a little time" to which I promptly replied with a "no." Then he drove away. He tried to solicit me like I was a prostitute.

This place is fucked up so far.

I'm moving in with my BOYFRIEND. In two days! How the hell did that happen?! I wish he had formally asked me like it was a big deal, like I see on TV. Like... "Andrea... I've been thinking. We've been seeing each other for a while, now... and. Well. I thought maybe we should take our relationship to the next level. I was wondering if you... wanted to... I dunno... move in with me?"

And then I'd go, "Oh, Michael! This is so unexpected... I just. I dunno what to SAY. Do you think we're READY!?"

And he'd say, "Well we spend a lot of time together... we're both mature, we're committed to each other. I think we can handle it. We're both adults, after all."

It would be a much better story to tell my friends. Boo. The truth is I don't even remember how or when he asked me. I don't even think he asked... I think it was just a suggestion, about six months ago. It was very informal, I know it was over the phone, and I secretly think it's kind of bogus. Super lame. I wasn't even SURPRISED it was so well disguised in the conversation. He was very sneaky about it... It wasn't until after I hung up that I was like "did my boyfriend just ask me to live with him?"

What a jerk.

Well I'm excited and nervous, anxious and happy. Hopefully we don't break up two weeks later and hopefully the whole thing doesn't blow up in my face. Hmm... that would be awkward.

Today I learned what happens when you don't let dough rise. My rosemary and garlic focaccia bread ended up being a rosemary and garlic crispy bread stick. It is dumb and makes me dizzy when I chew it because it's so crunchy.

FML.

I'm having a dog identity crisis. I was researching his breed information and realized he may not be a German Shepherd/Alaskan Malamute mix after all. Both breeds have pointed ears, but he has floppy ears. That's a pretty big trait that would not have made it through those two breeds. I also found a Malamute/Lab mix picture online that looks a lot like him, so, he may not be a German Shepherd after all. I DON'T KNOW!

Caroline and I took him to the beach yesterday with Chester... which he enjoys:





It was all fun and games until someone broke into my car and stole Caroline's purse, in the trunk. Doors were locked, trunk was closed, no windows were broken when we returned. But the purse was gone. Luckily, someone found it in a trash can a few miles down the road and called to return it. Everything was accounted for except about $30 in cash and a few gift cards with low balances. She was lucky for getting her purse back, I was lucky my car didn't get a window broken... again.

My mom and I were discussing living wills today. She said I should make my wishes very clear. I told her that my dog would go to Michael, and my cat would stay with my dad. And please pull the plug on me. That was pretty much the end of that.

I watched "He's Just Not That Into You" tonight. Very amusing insights. Lots of truth to them. It also reminded me of my ever-blossoming fondness for Justin Long. He is some sorta sexy...

Fuck MegaVideo. Making me wait an hour, halfway through the movie. Stupid jackasses.

1. They make you feel safer when you are home alone, especially at night.
2. It's funny when they trip.
3. They make you feel INCREDIBLY important.
4. They clean up after you in the kitchen.
5. They are eternally grateful.

Well, it's official. I am moving in with my pookie face. We found a place in Sherman Oaks. We'll be renting out two rooms in a house, one for him and one for me. And on special occasions, we'll push the twin beds together for a snuggle.

... just kidding. Actually one room is going to be an office/theatre room/music room/reading room... the other will be the bedroom. Oh. Boy. I'm so excited. Moving to Los Angeles... it's gonna be hot... I'm gonna have a nice house with a dog and a Michael.

Speaking of dog he has made SO much progress. He was such a damn shithead when I first got him. Now he's a good boy. He knows "sit" really well. He'll do it even when I don't have a treat in my hand, and he knows it. He can also "shake" and "other paw." Today, I got him to "high five" on command, but I don't know if Michael taught him that one already and that's why he does it. I also took him to the beach today with my cousin's dog, whom he adores, and I let him off the leash. He would come when I called him, and seeing him romp and play and run along the water with Thor, digging holes in the sand from time to time, just made my heart OOZE.

So I have all my boxes packed up, I managed to consolidate what I need and keep it down to about 10 boxes of large/medium/small sizes... mostly filled with kitchen supplies. It's ABOUT one car load. So the question is... when we movin'?

Tonight is my last night living in San Francisco! Kind of sad, but, I'm happy to be moving onto bigger and better things...

Michael and I have decided to rent a guest house in Los Angeles, somewhere. There are lots of big houses with guest houses that people rent for cheap. By cheap I mean, cheaper than an apartment or house, but more expensive than an individual room. He suspects that he can only tolerate LA for another year or so, maybe a year and a half, and then he'll want to move up to Washington. I would rather live in Washington, personally, but... LA does have Chick Fil A. And boy am I excited about that.

My loving parents gave me money for graduation that I desperately needed. I am going shopping next week. Not because I want to, but because I need to.

Speaking of, I completed my last exam and assignment yesterday, and I am DONE with school until further notice. At least a year, possibly two years. We'll see how I'm feeling come application time.

Only six more days until I leave the shithole I've reluctantly called home for the past year and a half. I have been waiting for this day for a long time.

The plan:

Move in with mommy for approximately three weeksish, before Michael and I get a house together. We decided on staying in LA for now, hoping that Vancouver is in our somewhat near future. We also decided on the Fullerton/Anaheim area due to the fact that it's a decent distance away from LA, and the houses are nicer and cheaper in the area. And it's close to Chick-Fil-A. Does it make me sad that that's probably the biggest thing I'm looking forward to with the move?

Oh, probably...

We agreed on colors to paint our bedroom and we even started discussing window treatment options... keeping his bed frame, but my bedding and mattress... this is what happens when two people watch HGTV for a couple hours per day...

Not much else to say. Pretty uneventful Saturday. Michael and I washed our cars, washed our (my) dog, cleaned up, watched a movie, made dinner, and went to get Tuttimelon. It's 12:30 pm and he's been asleep the last twenty minutes. The day is done.