Michael Jackson Dead… Rest In Peace King of Pop

Your music will live forever…

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War of the Words… on Facebook

I’m sarcastic. I know this and my friends know this. And I know that sometimes sarcasm can get lost in cyberspace, but most of the time my sarcasm is obvious especially to my friends. Most of my friends are also sarcastic so this rarely becomes an issue.

Today, one of my good friends posted a status update on Facebook. It read something like “I’ve been stuck on the 101 for 2 1/2 hours. Live sucks.” To which I respond “Live? Do you mean life? Can’t you pay attention to spelling while driving?” Funny right? To which my friend responds “Eliza, don’t be a bitch.” Well, I have an issue with someone calling me a bitch. Sometimes this word can be used in a funny way. Sometimes it’s used to imply someone is assertive. And let’s face it, a lot of women are called bitch for having traits that are viewed as positive attributes in men — assertive, competitive, outspoken.

Unpopular… on ArmenianMatch.com

I’m extremely unpopular on ArmenianMatch.com. Something about my profile really offends Armenian men in cyberspace. So much so that they take their aggression out by ranking my photo/profile 1 on a 1-5 scale. So, here’s what my profile says:

About Me:

I’m smart, sarcastic and liberal in political views. Have lived on my own for a very long time, by choice. Value my independence. Have a great circle of friends. Busy social life. My therapist and my best friend are trying to prove that there are Armenian men who can break my stereotype of Armenian men… So I figured I’d give this a chance.

[This part was added after I got an email with the subject line: MISS LIBERAL, KEEP YOUR ASS IN HOLLYWOOD]

Finding the One…

So after an exhaustive roommate search, which lasted almost 2 months, I finally found the one. It was love it first sight. We met, we clicked, we instantly knew it was meant to be. She moved in couple of weeks ago.

The new roommate is great. She’s pretty and she loves lamb. What more can I ask for?

Now that one area of my domestic life is taken care of, I’ve been doing some house cleaning in the other areas. I figured it’s time to de-clutter my life to make room for something better.

Dear Friend, You’ve Been Defriended…

Turns out, Facebook is the real test for relationships. And it seems like nothing sends a message faster then deleting someone from your friend list on Facebook. And after way too many emotional ups and downs with a certain someone, I decided to delete him from my Facebook friends. At this point, there’s really no point. I don’t want to know what’s going on with him through Facebook. I don’t want to get messages that he was tagged in a photo. I don’t want to see any mutual friends commenting on his wall through Facebook. Too much information. I just don’t want to know.

Letting Things Go…

I finally decided to let things go. I decided to let go of the stress of finding a roommate and made the decision that I was going to stay in my apartment regardless. I figured it might be a bit of financial stress but the thought of moving was causing me too much mental stress.

I decided I was going to stay. And voila! I have found a new roommate. It was love at first sight. We met, and we instantly knew it felt right. She moves in next month. But that’s not all. It seems like when it rains, it pours and right now it’s pouring roommates. Everyone wants to be my roommate. Including the guy who backed out at the very last minute.

Staying Put…

After the emotional roller-coaster on Monday, when the almost-roommate backed out, I went into panic mode. Started exploring other possibilities. Posted on craigslist yet again, reached out to friends on facebook, and even considered moving! I decided to look for a one bedroom in the Hollywood Hills area. And I was met with a nice, big dose of reality check.

I’m pretty particular about where I live. I want an equally great apartment, but at a reasonable price ($1,000-$1,100). But for some strange reason “great+reasonable” don’t seem to add up in the locations where I would consider living.

The Roommate Search Continues

This has been the most difficult roommate search ever! In the past 6+ years of living apartment, with 4 different roommates (5, including Legally Fawn while she was doing a summer internship at a law firm), it has never taken me more than 3 days to find a roommate. A really awesome roommate. Usually, I’ve never even interviewed more than 3 people. When I met Melissa, it was love at first sight. We stared into each other’s eyes and we knew. We knew we had found the perfect roommate. And same with Shannon. We instantly knew.

And then there were 20… mostly bad roommate interviews. Three or four good ones, but still rejected for something else. Something different. Not necessarily better. The similarities between my roommate search and my dating life are uncanny. A lot of bad first dates. Some false starts. Some good connections that lead to nowhere. Sometimes it’s timing. Sometimes it’s location. Sometimes it’s just me. Sometimes it’s the other person. Sometimes we’re just not that into each other. Or I’m not into him. Or the other way around. But you get the point.

About two weeks ago, March 11 to be exact, a guy I had met with two days earlier emails me. “Hey Eliza, any chance you want to be roommates?”

Roommate Search in LA…

Is a lot like dating… There are the friend of friend setups and the online dating sites (craigslist and roommates.com**). But overall, it’s like going on a whole bunch of awkward blind dates, with zero chemistry. But once in a while you strike gold. You know you’ve met the one… the perfect roommate. In my case, I’m looking for #5. After 4 amicable breakups in the last 6+ years.

About a month ago, my fabulous roommate of over two years told me she was moving out. Moving in with her boyfriend. This was a very sad news for me. After two plus years it had become an easy routine. We knew each other’s quirks. Knew when the other one needed space. And she knew that until my first cup of coffee in the morning I was not the nicest person to talk to. I knew that once in a while she would admit that things bothered her but most of the time she let things go.

Million Men Night

Saturday afternoon, combination of PMS and and a dose of reality check, lead me to the realization that the guy I like is NOT that into me. This was a very painful realization. But, I’m a big girl. I can tell when something’s off. I have a feeling that it’s a done deal. He hasn’t told me that, but I can feel it. I could be wrong, but my intuition tells me that I’m not. Of course, facing the truth was a little painful.