I'll be Grace, You be Will.

I've been meaning to call the court house for a long time just to double check that I am registered to vote. What would I be if I talked all this smack and wasn't even registered to vote!?! While in Mobile, I somehow registered there, even though I was already registered back home, so it messed everything up. Yesterday, the system was down, and they told me to try again. I called this a.m, and the same man answered, then transferred me to someone else. Two or three minutes into the conversation, the receptionist asks me a question. "Yes sir", I answer. "I'm a ma'am." "Okay, yes, that's my middle name." Hahah. I could not even retract my statement or say I'm sorry. I was so caught off guard because I was sure I was speaking to a male. I hung up, sat there for a minute, collected my thoughts, and finally, broke into laughter! How horrible do I feel, especially since she has my full name, home address, etc. Hahahah. This isn't my first rodeo with confusing girls for guys. Maybe I should stop being polite. Jk!

I never went into detail about my roommates last year. Let's just say it started like this:

I didn't look for an apartment until June-July, and I needed to move by August!! I know, not responsible, but I was scared since I was moving to a new place. I worked with a girl at this restaurant who was about to move to go to Culinary School. She asked about rooming together. She found a place and was most economical. I signed my lease before looking at the actual apartment. Not smart. Turns out I would be moving in a few months before her because her classes didn't start until October. Tyler helped me move in and as we walked in, we see a gallon of milk on the counter. OH NO! Who is here? Apparently the girl living there before us hadn't moved out yet and didn't tell the office. I go to the office and say, "Hey, there's someone in my room." Well, this girl was supposed to move downstairs because she was about to pop with 9months on her. Tyler helped her move all of her heavy stuff and then my belongings! It was a crazy day. Being OCD, I had to set up my whole room before we made our way to the kitchen. Surprise, surprise: the cabinets were full of food, junk, garbage, etc. There was a economy size hamburger patty box in the freezer! I was so repulsed! Bless our hearts, we didn't have any cable or anything, so we just drank beer and hooked up the iPOD! Hah.

To be frank, I didn't live in the best area. The apartments were so cute from the outside- pastel little townhouses. Don't judge a book by its cover. I spent a good month with a hammer right beside me.

Well, my roommate finally moves in, and I begin to feel a little safer/homier. There were 3 bedrooms, so there was a possibility we could get another roommate; it was rent by room and everything was included. Luck was actually on my side, until March. 'Knock, knock'. New roommate. After about a week, she moves her boyfriend in. No ma'am! Not allowed! We had to have an intervention. We go back and forth for an hour about why her boyfriend should be able to stay, while my roommate and I are like, "He's gotta go." ...DUN DUN DUN...The new edition to our 'home' says, "Well, I'm not racist or anything, but I didn't want to move in with y'all." OH NO. "RACE has nothing to do with this!!! You are being disrespectful by moving your boyfriend in here. You didn't ask us if he could visit, much less shack here everyday." Blah Blah. Needless to say, nothing changed because the office went through new managers monthly. I stayed cooped up in my room pretty much the whole time. Around May, my original roommate says she's moving to Mobile to do an internship, and that she has subleased her room to the other roommate's friend. Gureeeeeeeat!

I try to be civil, friendly, put myself out there, until it all hits the fan. They use my food, don't contribute to the cable, put pans full of macaroni in the dishwasher, etc. I'm woken up @ 3am three nights in a row. These people are night owls! (No alcohol was even involved!) I would wake up to intense yelling, cussing, laughing. I wasn't sure if they were fighting or not! It was crazy! A few times, I'd muster up the courage to tell them to quieten down. It was sweet relief to get out of that place!

Point is, my new best roommate ever, pulled a 'Will & Grace' last night. We heard yelling below us, very similar to the yelling I had once experienced. So, we get on my bathroom floor, put our ears to the ground, and listen to the altercation. You're thinking- this OCD freak put her face on the floor? I washed my face afterwards, and MG had just cleaned our floors! Plus, we were curious---or just nosy! This couple was fed up with one another going on and on. We even got our stethoscopes out to enhance the sounds. (We cleaned those too.) It was one of those arguments, like most, that could have done without the swearing, high pitch, nonsense.

It's amazing how a better living arrangement can change EVERYTHING! I sleep now. I eat now in the kitchen, instead of hiding everything under my bed. I can enjoy my couch and TV. Speaking of television, I watched way too much of it this weekend. My freshman year of college I didn't have a TV, and my 2nd year, I never watched it. I just listened to music and Facebooked it. Now, I realize just what I've been missing- HOUSE, LIPSTICK JUNGLE, SNAPPED. It's great! My favorite commercial is that Hillshire Farms bratwurst or something. All of the neighbors are grilling out. They all chime in to a chant about meat. Hahhaha. I laugh every time, and of course, sing along.

My roommate and I made quite the feast the other night. We looked into our cupboard (Ha.), and discovered we had limited ingredients. We come up with a vegetable medley, tuna salad, and 3-cheese biscuits. Random, yes, but we ate it all! Mmm Mmm.

Google, my love. Google is probably the best thing ever. I google everything and everybody. Ha. Kind of freaky, yes, but it tells you anything you need to know!

I have just been Chatty Cathy lately! Have a good one!