Dropping and Dying

And I dropped Art Appreciation.

I could barely pull a C and come on- who pulls a C in an appreciation class?

I'm retaking it next quarter.

On another note, I was Demi Lovato for the BCM dance last night...people thought I looked like Sher.

And I dyed my hair with the wash out kind hoping to incorporate some red...it came out my exact same color with some black in it.

Ugh.

So I'm waiting 2 weeks then it gets dyed again...a shade lighter....

Choices

I decided to wing out my Art Appreciation until Friday. If I can pull A's and B's in all of my other classes, I should be okay with a C in there. I'm waiting on one other grade to come in, but I should be fine...I hope.

Here's my thing: my parents are paying for the remaining amount for scholarships and such. If I drop my Art Appreciation class, I think I should pay them for the course that I wasted their money on.

And I just told my mom...this will be interesting.

Decisions

So I have a huge upcoming decision...

I have a 55 in an online class and it is entirely my fault. I was the one who put off stuff and allowed stress to come in and missed my quizzes, didn't watch the necessary videos and had a careless attitude. Next quarter, if I drop this class, I plan on taking it again. And I failed my journalism midterm- but I can bring it up when I study my butt off for the final. So my biggest concern is Art Appreciation.

Here's what I'm going to do:

-work my butt off the next few quizzes

-see what I have

and if it's not great, I'll drop.

I just want to pass...just pass! And keep TOPS...and keep my family happy.

Boston

We all know I love Boston and want to live there someday.

Here's the thing: I'm terrified to go alone.

I am a very independent person, but if I don't have at least one person up there as moral support, I don't think I can do it.

Plus, I want to meet Mr. Right in college, and right now that doesn't look like it's going to work.

So here's my thing: I could move up there, find the man of my dreams and live happily ever after OR move up there and be miserable by stupid arrogant democrats and expensive living.

I'd like to go with the first, but things may not go as I plan. All my friends know I need moral support everywhere as well.

But tonight (this story has nothing to do with Boston), some of my close friends and I rolled our friend Lauren's house. Oh it was fun. We rolled her tree, bushes, forked some of her yard and did sidewalk chalk.

And we rolled her car.

It was great, I tell you, GREAT, but then her lame COLLEGE neighbors drove up.

And they called her.

And then she came outside.

Oh but we ran....fast into the bushes...and away...

Then she caught us.

We did however document being caught and the mummification of Sarah (me) by toilet paper to myself.

Twas fun.

To make it worse, her neighbors stood there and WATCHED US from across the street.

Can you say creeper?

I Miss One Thing in High School

I have a journalism midterm today. It might kill me.

Seriously.

I went in to this thing 2 weeks ago trying to prepare myself...it never happened.

And then last night I was determined I'd study...my study breaks were longer than actual studying.

Pathetic? Yes.

But these tests are HARD, I tell you, HARD. It's a bunch of listing that when you look at it you think, oh common sense....but NO!

These questions are killer and in-depth...

So friends, thank you for following and reading my blogs for the past 7 months. I believe this is my last as I shall fall to my death as I turn the mid-term in today.

Why Life Hates Me

I'm thoroughly convinced that everything hates me right now.

Here's why:

1. My iPod cannot hold a charge and when I go to charge it, the battery drains. To make matters worse, I have to troubleshoot it ALL THE TIME.

2. My MacBook has an issue with the headphone jack. It has some switch turned on right now where I only hear music if headphones are plugged in. It stinks!

3. I got really excited that I could wear my rainboots to class today. I get there and the girl next to me said, "Hey, you have a hole in your rainboots."

Sure enough, I look at the back and the seam came undone. Great.

4. My mom didn't move money over this week and I have $2 in my bank account. Unless she moved over today. She "keeps forgetting" to pay back for the groceries.

5. The guy I like keeps texting one of my close friends. No big- I know they would NEVER date. It just grates my nerves. A little. That he's texting a girl and not me. But like I said, it grates my nerves...just a little.

A Breakdown in Wal Mart

Yesterday was such a bad day! To start off, I put off my duty for Tech Talk and getting interviews done by running around town and all over with my friends. Know how long it took? 9 hours. NINE HOURS. But it was the time of my life. So yesterday comes and I am stressed bigtime. My article ran front page of the college paper, which is exciting, but I honestly would have rather had all my assignments done. And the worst part about when I stress is my avoidance of things. I was in a big mishap with my mom and my other story was falling through AND I didn't want to get a 50 on my grade for the paper (class) because God only knows how much of a basket-case I would be.

So I'm walking in Wal Mart (note: I'm really weird...so when stress comes around, I go grocery shopping), and I'm talking to my mom who was stressing me out. Oh and Wal Mart doesn't sell Damp-Rid. Our apartment has a lot of moisture in the air that causes papers to be damp (not sure why) and the guy told me to look at Ziplock bags. Do I have "DUMMY" written across my forehead? No. It would be by air filters, DUH.

So I went in the bathroom, got in a stall, and bawled it out for 5 minutes then spent another 5 to clear up my eyes. The rest of the time I faked allergies in Wal Mart. HA.

Well I get out of there and head to get pizza with a friend, and as I call the sports editor to tell him my back-up idea and he loved it. Well then I told him it might be late, but I can have it done sometime tonight and you know what his response was?

"Oh, it's due Sunday at 5 p.m."

HALLELUJAH!

Seriously the Hallelujah chorus ran through my head.

Songs of My Life

Ever have those songs that you listen to and you think, Man, THIS IS MY LIFE!? It's the story of mine.

First off, Demi Lovato and I are separated at birth or something. Her song, "Don't Forget," screams my life. You find that person, you have a fling (or you think there's something) and then they forget you, and at the same time you're trying to forget them.

"Catch Me" is my new fave. I've grown really close to about 5 or 6 girls this year. The past few nights we've had girls night (and my grades aren't so hot because of it). But they think I'm going to marry this guy, and they are ALWAYS saying, "he's gonna lick your toes" and "OOOOWEEOOO Sarah and ________!"

I find it rather amusing that I, in complete denial it would work out since I long to be in Boston and he elsewhere, would date this guy. I mean he's very attractive and all, but I mean there are some flaws. I just don't see it happening. Mark my words however if we did date, we might get married, MIGHT.

Oh and my friends joke around the fact I am obsessed with weddings.

So here's my likings: Disney, Boston and weddings.

I sound like a child...no wait, I think I am one.