Hence, the Hulabaloo

Tests suck. I hate studying for tests. I hate taking tests. I believe, that is why I graduated from college, so I wouldn't have to do this anymore. Whatever. My commercial real estate license exam is in 6 days. I'm not sure if I'm ready. It's one of those situations that could truly screw me. Luckily for me, I'll be able to drink myself into a stupor the weekend before. That should relax me, don't you think? Let's hope it does the trick.

I'm not sure about this whole work thing. I know I'm bored. I know I want to have somewhere to go everyday. But most importantly, I want my friends to have a little less ammunition. I'm really lazy, I realize. But when it comes to work, I work, so I'd really like to be able to commiserate with everyone when they are bitching about their day to day. It's just the thought of starting something new that has me hesitating. Won't know till I try.

On another note, I was channel surfing and I saw the new Real World. Is it just me or is it so much less interesting since we are now older than the cast mates? Just wondering.

Now, to end on a positive point, I just saw the trailer for the Sandra Bullock/Bradley Cooper flick, "All About Steve", and I gotta say, could he be any hotter?? I'll give you two options: clean, then dirty. I'm going with the latter personally.

Tequila: The Best of Times, The Worst of Times.

So I spent a good twenty minutes on how to introduce my blog. Some was poetic, ha. Some was ironic. Some was humorous. None of it was something I would actually say. So here it is, the intro...

I'm a drinker. My friends are drinkers. We do stupid, yet entertaining stuff. We do things we regret. We do things we should regret, only we don't remember them happening. We also do things that are downright hilarious. Then comes the weekdays, which for my friends, includes work. It also includes rehashing the weekend while planning the upcoming one.

While in college, my friend BR was trying to come to my defense. He honestly thought it was in my defense to say I wasn't making good decisions. To him that was a legitimate reason to be walking around an apartment without pants on. So, too nights like that, and many more to come, I dedicate this blog.