Had some early evening change of plans last night, and ended up watching DVDs and kissing Nice-Jewish-I-Don’t-Know-What-I-Am-Looking-For-Boy at midnight (and beyond).

I’m supposed to go shopping right now but I think I need a nap.

It’s my fault. Really. A few days ago, I raved about this local place that has really good chicken wings (no, not Hooters, although I just saw a sign saying they are opening one in Hollywood). So of course, Nice-Jewish-I-Don’t-Know-What-I-Am-Looking-For-Boy wants to grab a quick bite there before going to the movies tomorrow night. Buffalo wings? On a date? Is that fair? What a nightmare! These wings are dripping with sauce, and so so so messy!

Don’t ya just love dating?

Saw Shattered Glass last night. Great adaptation of what could have been a potentially really boring true story film. After the movie, Nice-Jewish-I-Don’t-Know-What-I-Am-Looking-For-Boy and I grabbed a bite to eat then he took me home–said he was tired and not feeling too well (is everyone in LA sick?!) so he didn’t want to come up but would call me tomorrow. It was our first “real date,” since date number one was just drinks and date number two was hanging out on New Year’s Eve. I have to say, date number three was good–it was cool to have a date-date. Here’s to hoping there’s a date number four! Keep those fingers crossed for me.

If you love reality TV and enjoy reading, then you must read As Seen On TV by Sarah Mlynowski. It’s about a twenty-something girl who moves to New York to be with her boyfriend. The job she thought she landed falls through, and she ends up a star on a reality TV show. It is so funny!

This is the worst part. The dreaded waiting. I do it every time I meet someone cool, then I promise myself I won’t ever do it again. You know what I’m talking about, right? I took Nice-Jewish-I-Don’t-Know-What-I-Am-Looking-For-Boy’s, “I’ll call you tomorrow,” literally (sidenote: in women’s vocabulary, “I’ll call you tomorrow” really does mean we’ll talk tomorrow) and now I’m freaking out because it’s 10:00 and the phone still hasn’t rung. Well it’s rung, but he hasn’t called. I admit, I half expected to get back from dinner and watching Sex and the City (new season started) and have a message waiting. I keep checking my voicemail fanatically, thinking maybe he called at the same exact time as one of my friends (yeah right) sending his call straight to voicemail. Ah, the way we torture ourselves while dating. You married people really have no idea how lucky you are!

Too tired to write much about it other than yeah, I’ll probably end up watching it. What can I say, I’m addicted.

No, Nice-Jewish-I-Don’t-Know-What-I-Am-Looking-For-Boy didn’t call yesterday. But he did email today–he apologized for not calling, said he lost track of time, and didn’t want to call too late, blah blah blah. Um yeah whatever. Guess he’s not the one for me. I think I want a Nice Jewish Man rather than a Nice Jewish Boy.

So the other day I had about 250 people land on my blog by searching for “Jessica Simpson and divorce.” If you’re looking for the Dateline Hollywood article, then here it is. Out of curiosity, where did you all hear they are getting divorced?

So I’m driving down Sunset the other day and notice a huge billboard with people on it. Not photographs of people, I’m talking real people–breathing, walking, you get the idea. Turns out it’s an advertisement of sorts for Yahoo! Personals. Basically, they put Julie, this single-and-looking woman with a Yahoo Personals ad, up there from morning till night (she doesn’t sleep there). There’s a live feed and schedule on their site so you can watch her sit around surfing the Internet for dates, getting her hair done, sleeping, and on a “date,” or as much of a date as you can have on a billboard.

Is this really what it’s come to? I thought JDate was bad enough.

Nice-Jewish-I-Don’t-Know-What-I-Am-Looking-For-Boy keeps resurfacing with random phone calls and emails. I’ve decided to lay low and just go with it (like I have any other choice), we’ll see what happens.

Maybe it’s my addiction to reality TV that is feeding my own and my co-workers curiosity about Julie the Yahoo billboard girl. We’ve been tuning in each day to watch her “dates,” get primped, and just hang out. WHY???? This is a sick sick sick fascination. Fortunately, today is the day Julie must pick her prince charming (yeah right) and once again, live her life away from the billboard. Talk about your 15 minutes of fame.

As you may or may not have noticed, there is now a search feature on the left side of my blog. You can search for something specific on my blog (like a word in an old post or whatever) or do a general web search. Knock yourselves out!

One of my co-workers heard something on the radio about a big oopsy Us Weekly ran the other day. Apparently, the magazine ran a photo exposing a wee bit more than they had planned to show.

I’m going to a party in the Hills tonight. Ohhh, that just sounds so LA, doesn’t it? Rumor has it there will be a sushi chef there to feed us too. Parties like this typically aren’t my thing, but every once in a while you need to do something a little different, right? Plus, who knows who I may meet–I’m sure there will be a plentiful supply of unemployed actors/comics/writers there to put me at ease.

For all of my loyal readers out there, you can now be among the first to know when this site has been updated. Simply subscribe to my blog by entering your email address in the box on the left–you will then receive an email from Bloglet whenever my blog has new posts. Isn’t life grand?

Didn’t make it to the party last night. Had a friend emergency and ended up hanging out at home. Oh well. There’s always next time…

Mad World cover by Gary Jules (original song by Tears For Fears). I hate to admit it, but I really like this cover. Shoot me.

I’ve had to switch comment hosts for a third time. Now I’m using Haloscan, and from what I’ve read, they’re good. So once again, sorry for the lost comments and let’s start all over again…

“Jesus comes first.” –Michael

Uh ok.

OK, not really, but that’s what my friends and I say when we meet someone, go out on a few dates, have a great time, he says “I’ll call you,” then disappears (or in this case, sends bullshit emails with no mention of going out again). Yep, Nice-Jewish-I-Don’t-Know-What-I-Am-Looking-For-Boy is sitting on the side of the road with all of the other LA flakes. Anyone wanna beat him up for me?

I heard this great (true) story on Kevin and Bean this morning. Eighteen months after purchasing his iPod, Casey Neistat’s battery wouldn’t hold a full charge. When Neistat called Apple to find out about getting a replacement battery, he was told he had to purchase a new iPod (as Apple did not have a battery replacement program). After writing a letter to Steve Jobs, and again being told there was no battery replacement program, Neistat and his brother decided to create this short about their battery replacement frustrations.

According to Fox News, Debbie Rowe, the mother of Michael Jackson’s oldest children (Paris and Prince), is Jewish. That of course would mean the kids are Jewish as well. Who knew?

Well, besides me. It’s Adam Mesh from Average Joe, and he’s back for Average Joe 3: Adam Returns–this time as the bachelor choosing from a bunch of women vying for his heart. Yep, it’s true. I just saw this on the Average Joe website:

Did you love Adam from the first Average Joe? Do you think Melana made a mistake by not picking him? If so, then this is your chance to romance Adam yourself!

Here’s the application info for all of you obsessed people out there.

This is really not helping with my reality TV addiction…

It’s been in the 70s here all week. It’s the middle of January. Please, bring back winter.

Had drinks at The Dime tonight. What a cool little place–totally casual and unpretentious. It’s on Fairfax (where Max’s used to be), about two doors down from Largo. They have a very small food menu (read: about five items) but the drinks were good and strong and everyone was very friendly. We got there at 7:30 and had no problem getting a table. Around 8:00, the place starting filling up and by the time we left it was standing room only. A definite must-try!

So Billy Joel is engaged to a 22-year-old woman. I wonder what Alexa, Billy’s 18-year-old daughter with Christie Brinkley, thinks of having a future stepmom only four years older than herself. Maybe they can share clothes and read fashion magazines together or something.

Ten years ago I was a sophomore at CSUN and living in Northridge, right across the street from campus. At 4:31 a.m. on January 17, my roommates and I were shaken awake by a horrible earthquake. As scary as it was, we were very fortunate–our house was thrashed, yet livable–our chimney and brick dividing wall fell down, we had a gas and water leak, everything flew out of cabinets and off the walls, but we weren’t hurt. I think the worst part for me was not knowing what the hell was going on and being unable to contact my family for five hours to tell them I was okay. I still can’t believe it’s been 10 years, it feels like just yesterday.

Major props to osunix on Blogger Forum for helping me to get my links open properly. He was so patient and helpful and didn’t get frustrated with me at all! Thanks so much!

Went to the bank this morning wearing an old oversized sweatshirt, blue polka dotted pajama pants, and flip-flops and actually had someone stop and ask me where I got my pants.

Most popular searches landing users here:

Those are the people that found my blog by searching for something specific.

What about those of you that continue to return here–what were you initially searching for and what brings you back? Do tell!

The picketers at Ralphs, that is. Can you believe the strike has been going on for more than three months now?

“You’re so perfect, you’re a stellar superstar.” –David to Larissa

“He’s still a little out there.” –Larissa to the camera

So after getting home from dinner at Mastro’s (very expensive and very yummy) last night, I find out someone stole two dryers and one washing machine from the laundry room in my apartment building. What the fuck?

Had another Internet date tonight. Ask me anything about what his therapist told him when he proposed to his girlfriend of two years and she declined, saying she “wasn’t ready.” Or how he showed her the ring then returned it. Or how he told her he would never get back together with her. Ask me how he’s a better person for it. Yep, I can tell you all of that. BECAUSE HE TOLD ME ALL OF THAT.

Now, is that something you should share on a first date? I THINK NOT.

Bennifer no more. The big question is, who got the ring?

Last night I had drinks with a very cool guy. We spent three hours at the bar just talking–it was really nice! Looks like we’ll be catching a movie this weekend, so I’m quite content.

Some strange searches that landed people here this week:

Had a girls’ movie and dinner night last night. Went for yummy Italian food then saw Win a Date with Tad Hamilton. I know, not exactly the best movie out, but it was cute. Oh, and my new boyfriend Josh Duhamel (from Las Vegas–great show) was in it. If that’s not reason enough to see it, I don’t know what is.

Going with Currently-Between-Projects-Nice-Jewish-Boy to see The Butterfly Effect tonight. I haven’t found anything horribly wrong with him yet, which leads me to believe he must have 12 toes.

A friend of mine just got back from the Average Joe: Adam Returns open call here in LA. Rumor has it some of Adam’s fellow average Joes are helping out with the casting process. Hmm…

All of This by Blink 182 (with Robert Smith)

Had date #2 with Currently-Between-Projects-Nice-Jewish-Boy tonight. We grabbed a bite to eat then saw The Butterfly Effect. What a trippy movie, my head is still spinning. I thought it was okay, said date seemed to enjoy it a lot more than I did. Does having bad taste in movies count as a fault? Hmm. Anyway, after the movie we sat and talked in the car for about an hour, just about our lives, and growing up and stuff. I have to admit it was nice. Then he gave me a hug, a quick kiss, and asked about my schedule this week. It was a great ending to a second date.

The other day, my mom suggested this book, Quirkyalone : A Manifesto for Uncompromising Romantics, thinking I might get a kick out of it. Today I found the website and took the quiz. This was my score:

Your score was 89. Very quirkyalone:
Relatives may give you quizzical looks, and so may friends, but you know in your heart of hearts that you are following your inner voice. Though you may not be romancing a single person, you are romancing the world. Celebrate your freedom on National Quirkyalone Day, February 14th!

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. What’d you get?

Went to happy hour/karaoke at a restaurant/bar in the basement of a nearby office building after work. Oh my god–how much fun was that! What a trip to see usually quiet co-workers pound a few rounds then go up and sing. This will definitely become a weekly thing for me. To make the night even more fun, when I left around 8:30, it was raining outside–what’s up with that?

Went to HurryDate last night. What a trip! If you’re not familiar with the speeddating concept, here’s how it works: A guy and girl each sit down across from each other at a table and have a “date.” Every three minutes, a whistle is blown (yes, really) and the men get up and move to the next table for another three minute date. Herein lies the problem–I was sitting at a long table, so the men didn’t have to stand up to move, they just sort of scooted seats–which means of course, I have no idea how tall any of them are. Not good, considering I am 5′9″ and have issues with dating men shorter than myself. But I digress…I did meet a lot of interesting people, and out of my 21 “dates,” about four or five that I’d want to see again. (When you get home, you log onto their site and enter whether or not you are interested in that person. If you put yes and the other person put yes, you are a match and can email each other. I know, very high tech. I should find out tonight if I have any matches.)

Interesting note one: I talked with one man whom I met previously on Jdate (he claims he didn’t remember going out with me, but whatever), one man that swore he met me before (I have no idea how he knows me), one man who barely spoke (not a good thing at HurryDate), one man who told each person there a different story (what a way to start) and one man with an adorable British accent (enough said).

Interesting note two: Because this was a Jewish HurryDate night, there was a lack of originality when it came to the men’s names. It was hard to remember who was who–there were a bunch of people with the same name, and we were confusing everyone. Apparently Jewish mothers need to be more creative when naming their children.

But anyway–All in all, it was a fun evening, and I would definitely recommend it to anyone looking to branch out and meet new people.

After being treated to dinner at Crustacean (yum! yum! yum!) by a family friend, I logged on to the HurryDate website…and…I have three yesses (two of whom put yes to me but I put no to them) and one mutual match so far. He’s a few years older than me (good), taller than me (very good), handsome (of course good), and very smart (definitely good). Now I just have to decide whether I should initiate contact or let him email me first…

Got to the office this morning and checked my email–already had an email from my HurryDate match. He asked if I wanted to do something this weekend. This guy wastes no time. I guess it’s called HurryDate for a reason! Pretty cool though, I’m not complaining!

In case you were wondering–Currently-Between-Projects-Nice-Jewish-Boy and I emailed back and forth once after the movie. Then he got hit by a bus. (Not really hit by a bus. Refer to an earlier post titled “He Got Hit By a Bus” for a definition.)

Bobby Trendy (again), this time at American Eagle Outfitters store at the Beverly Center. A few weeks ago I saw him at the Sav-on in West Hollywood. Guess he’s a local.

Went to the Planet Lulu sample sale today. Unfortunately I didn’t find anything there–the place was packed and the lines were crazy. I just wasn’t in the mood to hunt through the racks (even though I was hoping to find a new outfit to wear on my date with HurryDate-Boy tomorrow night). However, we then made our way a really cool store that sells knock-off Prada bags. Got myself a nice purse and wallet–I’m content.