So as it turns out I am the worst valentine the world has ever known. Here are the top five reasons why I was able to definitively come to this conclusion:

1. My being a texting whore. Between the hours of 9pm and 2am there are a total of 187 text messages that were both sent and received on my crackberry. one. hundred. eighty. seven. This may have taken a slight toll on the face time actually spent with my valentine.
2. My sketchiness. I managed to sketch off about once an hour on average probably. Lie. Probably more. This is a rather difficult feat when 2 of those hours were spent in the relatively small area of a fraternity house, but that did not stop me. Nope. I have sketching skillz.
3. I am coming to find that I have this terrible habit of getting really sulky when things do not go my way. Like yesterday, for example, when I went out to lunch with the future roomies and I wanted delicious queso from Agua Linda. Kerry shot me down, and we ended up at stupid Inoko Express. I wanted to vomit. I refused to order anything and pouted as I sipped on my [overpriced] Diet Coke. I wear my emotions on my face right where everyone can see them, so the rooms all knew that I was down but could not figure out why. I realized it was because things had not gone my way and felt ridiculous. So I'm working on that.. starting today I suppose. Last night I wanted to stop by a party before heading dt, then got pissed when it became apparent to me that that was not going to happen. Then every time I suggested a bar dt, I was shot down. I am not so much a fan of being shot down. I despise it, actually. Loathe it entirely.
4. My severe lack of class. Between downing a bottle of wine and dancing on tables at Bourbon, it was not a classy night for the princess. To say the least.
5. I walked away from my valentine at the end of the evening with another boy without saying anything. Then found my own ride to my own home.

Sigh. Well at least it's over. Sorry valentine!

I have a new favorite website: fmylife.com.

Here are a few of my favorite FML stories:

•  Today, I was trying on lingerie in the dressing room of Victoria's Secret with my boyfriend next to me. I told him in a seductive, playful tone "you can stay and watch if you give me a piece of your gum." He said "No I only have three more" and left the room. FML.
  
• Today, on campus, these really overly-happy people were walking around with big signs saying "free hugs". When I walked towards them, their smiles faded, and they put their signs down. FML.
• Today my mother and I got into a huge fight about me being a lesbian. It ended with me saying "Fuck you!" to which she responded: "I bet you'd like to." FML.
• Today my boyfriend was tapping on my thigh to the beat of the music when we were driving to dinner. When I asked him what he was doing he replied, "Just watching the ripples." FML.
• Today, I bit into my egg sandwich, and when I looked back into it, there were 5 long, gray hairs leading from the sandwich to my mouth. FML.
• Today I got a text message. It said, "I'm so drunk. What you up to girl?" It was my dad. FML.
• Today, when my boyfriend and I were lying in bed, he grabbed my double chin and goes "gobble gobble!" FML.
• Today I went to a fast food restaurant to pick up food for my work party. I ordered 250 chicken fingers, 15 orders of fries, and 2 gallons of iced tea, and the guy behind the counter asked, "Is this for here or to go?" FML.

Okay I had to make myself stop reading 10 pages deep. I foresee this being problematic.. mostly when I'm reading them in class and bust out cackling when I come across a good one! Like I have been doing for the past 30 minutes in my room alone. The roomies probably think that I'm psychotic. Well at least they know.

25 things on facebook is the greatest thing ever. I love reading them. They are like crack. I have been reading people's that I do not even know. Just friends of friends of friends. I can't get enough. Well except for when they're boring which happens a lot. I LOVED writing my 25 things because I love to talk about myself (obvi). I am constantly thinking of things that I should have mentioned and didn't. 25 is just not enough!! I just about died when I read someone's 25 things and number 20 was "crap I still have five more of these". What a waste! Id!! Lend me some of yours so I can keep talking about meee. Wow. Re-reading this has motivated me to take a quick are you a narcissist quiz online. brb.

FML. "You are a total narcissist. Your ego is totally out of control- and you couldn't care less. As far as you're concerned, you're the most important person in the world- and everyone should treat you as such. While it's good to have high self esteem, you have a strong sense of entitlement. You think you deserve more and better than everyone else.. and that's not cool."

My initial response to this was "What does some stupid quiz know? Its opinion doesn't matter!" Then I thought back to question number 5: If someone disagrees with you... A. You carefully consider what you have to say. B. You don't listen to them at all. Their opinion doesn't matter. C. They are probably right, and you end up changing your mind.

I picked B. So apparently my being right all the time makes me a narcissist. Whatevs!

Last night Scott abbreviated "you're welcome" to "welcs." Props.

Today I skyped with Tommy. I really do not know what I would do without him. I actually caught myself asking him, "How should this make me feel?" on more than one occasion over the course of our convo. He is the voice of reason in my life. Him being in Lyon is not good for me. Tommy is the only person that will tell me Sarah shut up you are being ridiculous and I will listen. Hence this narcissist kick. I lie. This is no kick. This is me. It's just more tangible when Tommy is frenching it up halfway across the freaking world.

And next year Charlie will be frenching it up. ALL YEAR. Luckily I love skyping with Charlie. I will claw my way into his vie francaise because I am scrappy. Like Monica.

Last night when I was dt I saw one of the freaks from my hall last year playing accordion on the street corner. I died. That is just too damn typical for the seventh floor of o house!! How Melanie and I survived those cretins is beyond me. Go us!

Okay I have imparted enough wisdom for one evening. Slash I have got to go get my study on because I did jack shit this entire week. FML.

peace love and gobble gobble!