Breezy all at Sea

This week flew by. I didn’t do that much really. Monday was tv night of course. Tuesday I was bored and may have texted P to see what he was doing. But, after his response, I suddenly lost all interest and the interest harboring in the back of my mind promptly vanished. So, he’s outta my phone and my life. Wednesday I played football, raced with my little cousins and mostly just hung out with them. They’re so adorable. Thursday I met up with my cousin for a drink in this cute little boutique hotel bar. A bar that George Clooney frequents according to the hot bartender. But no fear, I have learned my lesson and will not be allowing myself to have any interest in any bartenders.

Work was alright this week. It’s really mind numbing actually and sooooo dry and boring. Luckily, the girl I’m working with is really cool and we chat all day.

Last night I had dinner with my roommate, her boyfriend, and his roommate. She cooked us Southern food as she’s from the deep South and it was gooooood. I heart biscuits and those were homemade. How nice is that? We drank some wine and then headed up the street to our local dive-ish bar, and then hit up the wine bar. The dive bar was fulled with cougars. Ew. And no cute boys. By this time the bf’s roommate left. He’s really nice. Kinda cute and pretty funny. Not sure if I’m interested, but he’s fun to hang out with. I think G and T would love it if we hooked up, but we’ll see…. At the wine bar I made the erroneous mistake of consuming Stella (yes Dom and Perp, I know better) and became instantly 100x more drunk. I don’t get it. Whenever I have a one, it causes this reaction of me becoming wasted. Which resulted in a horrible effort in trying to sleep since the room was moving as soon as I laid down. Ugh.

Now I have to get to the bank and the gym. And maybe hit up a few stores. I don’t think I’ll be partaking in any event involving alcohol this evening.

And speaking of banks, my poor bank, WaMu is gone. Makes me sad as it was a good bank and a local one at that. But Chase is alright. I’m not too worried about them. And if they cause problems, hello B of A.

Ugh. I’m so sick of my life. I’m sick of not having a job. And I’m sick of being single. I’m sick of my roommate not being overly friendly. And horror of horrors, I’m a little sick of the 90 degree weather. Which is everyday of my life. I guess coming from the Northwest, I wouldn’t mind a little gray sky here and there.

I cannot find a job. The regular temp agencies won’t touch me. The legal temp agencies are useless. The resumes I send out in large quantities every day must be going unnoticed because I never get a letter of rejection or anything. The bright spot in the day was being told I was rejected over the phone by a law firm. That was pleasant.

The roommate situation is ok. She’s not here alot so that’s a good thing I guess. But she’s not trying to get to know me at all. Her boyfriend is much more outgoing and friendly. And then she quipped last night that she loves meeting new people and is so outgoing. Really? Because I have no evidence of that. I don’t know if she doesn’t like me or what. The other day I got up and she was downstairs watching tv. And by the time I had brushed my teeth, she was already upstairs in her room where she stayed most of the day. Which does free up the tv for me, but I don’t know. I guess I expected we’d at least talk some more and get to know each other better. Like I said, her boyfriend makes much more of an effort than she does.

Social calendar has been a bit dead this week. I’ve hung out with my cousin almost every day so that’s been great. Her sons are just too adorable for words so I love hanging out there.

I did go to the Junior League meeting/orientation on Wednesday night and met some really nice girls. And I joined today. It’s a big time commitment but I figure the positives that come from joining outweigh the heavy time commitment that I just made.

And after that I met up with my friend S. He’s P’s friend and my friend from high school. He’s a great guy. Super outgoing, loves to party and is always up for hanging out.  The thing is, I sense a bit of him liking me. Which is so not ever going to happen.  He’s not my type and as aforementioned, parties but wayyyy too much. And he’s Asian. Not that there’s anything wrong with Asian guys, just not my type. Unlike P who is definitely my type.  And as for P, he’s still out of town. Which sucks because I really, really want to hang out with him and just get to know him better.

As for the weekend, doesn’t look like I will be doing anything. Except watching the Olympics and thinking about how much of a loser I am. Yes, I know that is not a good attitude to have. But it just seems like there’s more and more evidence of that daily. And by loser, I mean a lawyer-loser.