"No, no no no way Jose!"

I need to apologize in advance for the loopiness that will probably ensue on this post. I'm tired and it's the 4th of July, and we all know what that means for the world's beer supply. So, deal.

I made the loooooong trek up to SF this weekend for to see my one true love. . .er, my old old (in friend-hood, not years) friend Sa-RAH. (I have no idea where the Christmas carol reference came from. See above.) I wish it had been under happier circumstances, which I won't get in to, but because she is supercool and has known me for way, WAY too long, it was fun anyway. We saw Nacho Libre, which was HUH-larious(Encarnacioo-O-ON!), and sang some karaoke, which, even though we forgot (or, maybe, never knew) the words to "Freedom" by George Michael, was excellent. We'd had enough to drink previous to the singing that all our mistakes and bad dancing were hilarious, rather than embarrassing. In fact, we got so in to it that the owner of the karaoke establishment sent over some shots. Alarmingly, I have no recollection of what kind of shot it was. We also went to this punky sort of place called the Hemlock, which I was kind of underwhelmed by, unfortunately. I have trouble with gothy pierced over-buckled boot people, I think because I've met so many stupid posers in my day.

Anyhoo, Sarah and her friend Sara are most likely going to be my roomies this coming year. (Yeah, I know. Going to have a problem with the Sarah/Sara thing. I feel a vodka-fueled nickname brainstorming session coming on.) That's exciting because I love the first one, don't really know but totally like the second one, and really, really need cool roomies for financial reasons.

So, even though I have insufferably negative parents (sorry, guys, but it's true. Why is it "realistic" is always BAD with you guys?), I'm feeling optimistic. Real life, it might actually be beginning for me. Wouldn't THAT be exciting.