Today at 12:34 and 56 seconds, it will be 12:34:56 on 7/8/09

I was just casted for a new show called the Real Roommates of St. Louis Park. I guess I was casted as the girl who stays home all the time watching netflix and or getting lost on the trails. I'm hoping my navigation and social skills both don't scare away the loyal bravo viewer. I know they're used to a little more drama than I seem to provide, but come on, who wouldn't want to watch me do a fake turn around on a trail and pretend to stretch so the bikers don't know I'm lost? That's interesting stuff. And don't even get me started about sprinting through the life time fitness parking lot to get a bike in time for 6:00 spinning. I speed throught he Express check-in and yesterday I didn't even say thank you when they gave me my card back. I know, I'm such a brat these days. A perfect 'love to hate' character. Just call me TAMRA.

So anyway. watch for that.

Meanwhile, I discovered that I've developed a tolerance and dare I go as far as LIKING to ranch dressing. Which scares me because I once knew a girl who blamed a 20 lb. weight gain solely on ranch dressing. So, fear not, I will have it in moderation. The same moderation I use when watching Friday Night Lights. Which = as much as I want.

Also, that 35 year old man who looks like the black friend in High School Musical 1,2 and 3 who lives in my apartment building? Yeah, we've been seeing each other. Just thought you should know.

And by seeing each other I mean awkwardly all over the place and it usually starts with him smiling and ends with me giving him a weird look back and being embarrassed that he caught me ______. (INSERT: tanning with my laptop on the deck, forgetting to put my car in park, talking obnoxiously loud about blisters and charlie horses, spilling coffee down my skirt, blasting Big Willie Style and knowing all the words to Welcome to Miami, not being able to get my key out of the front door and dropping my groceries mid-key-struggle, and doing static lunges in the weight room with 5 lb weights while watching HGTV.)

So yes. It's getting serious. and by serious I mean I now recognize his car and duck or walk faster if I spot it.

But he should be embarrassed too because 9 times out of 10 he is wearing a track suit of some sort. Which makes me immediately imagine him starting to sing "The boys are back" and start jumping on the hoods of cars with Zac Efron.

IF ONLY.