For those who don't know, meaning most of you... i have the worst luck in the world. I'm a tad tipsy and a lot tired right now, so i'm not gonna go into my proof of that statement, but let me just get to the point. My infinate bad luck continued tonight. At around 10ish, my friend gives me an IM telling me that some people are going to the bar down the street from my house at 11. So even though I was about to go to bed, I get myself dressed and walk down the street. Turns out it was a girl who i went to high school with's 21st birthday (she was like a sophomore when i was a senior). On top of it being a special occasion, it was her first day back from Arizona in like 2 years(she goes to University of Arizona). So that's all fine. There's a bunch of people there that i never really talked to in HS, and i continue to not talk to them here. My one friend decides to go home, but i decide to stay 'cause the other friend i was with was gonna stick around, baisicly 'cause he wanted to try to get with the girl who's birthday it was. So I'm just sittin' at the bar, and eventually I start talking to the birthday girl's college roommate. And we hit it off quite well... got a lot in common, and overall we just had a really good time together. Now one would read this and think "Hey... how is that bad luck? It sounds great... ya finally met someone that you really hit it off with." This all would be true except for one fact... the roommate is from San Diego, and obviously goes to school at UofA. If ya haven't read to the left yet <-------- i live on Long Island, just outside of New York City. So now we get to see the infinate bad luck. I finally meet a girl that I completely hit it off with, and she lives completely across the fucing country. Wouldn't it figure.