Splashing In Puddles of Sand

I said I was flexible but I'm not made of rubber

So here I go for my first post...funnily enough it seems appropriate to begin things here because I am in a completely new environment...right now I am sitting on Andrea's toilet (with the toilet seat down of course) writing my blog while she gives me a pedicure. It's nice to be someone important! ha! As I was saying, here I am in a new situation, not just the pedicure-in-the-bathroom scene, but the whole vacation-turned-relocation to San Francisco. What was supposed to be a quick two week trip to the gay capital of the world has turned in to a two month escape from the real world. What am I escaping you may wonder? Well I just graduated from college and although the world is my oyster right now, I have no clue how I want this oyster to be served, and of course, have no money to pay for all the lavish dishes I am able to dream up. So for the first time in life I am truely afraid--not afraid of being called on in class and not knowing the right answer, not afraid of sleeping in and missing my transatlantic flight that is overbooked for the next two weeks, not afraid of rumours, or even the truth, getting out, nope, I'm afraid of becoming the A word. ADULT. Yeah, or the many other terms that go along with it, like GROWN UP. RESPONSIBLE. MATURE. OLD. And worst of all.... FINANCIALLY INDEPENDENT. So I decided the way to avoid all this oldness is by hiding out in San Francisco and blowing what last cash I can spend without worrying about when next month's pay check will make it into my bank account.

So that is what I have been doing here in not-as-hot-as-I-thought-California-would-be San Francisco. My trip has been about chilling with an incredible highschool friend of mine, someone who is just as fun, just as cool, and even closer to me than she was three years ago in high school. It's consisted of watching hundreds of hours of tv and movies, eating as much food as we can, gruelling workouts at the gym and of course...laughter. We laugh at anything and everyone, from making fun of bad actors in porn to imitating people on the bus, we sit up till 3, 4, 5 a.m finding something to laugh about. And how could I forget Scrabble???? Our Scrabble obsession started in the Grove where we spent hours playing on their over-used board until we discovered they were missing a letter 'M' so we decided it was time to move on. We went out and bought one of our own--a Travel Scrabble--which has brought us hours of fun. We no longer have to rely on the Grove for our Scrabble fix (although in my head the perfect Scrabble game should be accompanied by a white chocolate mocha--no whipped cream--with two quirts of raw sugar and a chocolate cookie!) And, in a nutshell...that is my life in San Francisco. This is my life before my world changes. This is my limbo. My transit. The end of my beginning...or is it the beginning of my end?

Who cares what it is..there is nowhere I would rather be!

This is ME!!!!!

posted by Oreo @ 11:21 AM