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!

peeps. long time no blog.

my b.

First of all I would just like to throw out there for those of you who are looking for birthday present ideas for me that I am a BIG fan of the Obama Chia Pet, in his "determined pose":

I need one.

Okay so let's chat. Last weekend I traded debauchery in Athens for a weekend of flying. 8am Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. So earlyyy but worth it. On Sunday I soloed to Dalton and back! I mean seriously--I am awesome. Go me.

I'll do my solo to Chattanooga and back next weekend. Holler.

Everyone wants to know what I do up in the plane by myself. I mean I have to fly the plane and monitor the radios and all that shiz, but this answer does not fly with those who know me. Of course Jenny knew exactly the right question to ask--"Do you sing to yourself up there?" I'm not going to lie. Of course I was singing up there! Ha. If U Seek Amy was my song of choice.

If I were up in my plane right now, though, I'd DEFINITELY be reppin Lady Gaga. I am so into her right now. Starstruck is my jam. Baby now that we're alone got a request--could you make me number one on your playlist?

Yes Lady Gaga. I could.

I'm also obsessed with Weezy's "Hot Revolver". Slash anything Weezy does.

On Tuesday night sweet Kathy gave us 5 tickets to UGA Idol. Although seriously lacking in the Paula factor, UGA Idol was not all bad. 19 contestants performed and then the three judges took freaking FOREVER to decide on the winner and the other four who will move on to Campus SuperStar. Well apparently forever was not long enough because their choices were garbage.

The actual UGA Idol winner, Terica, was fierce. She was straight-up diva and rockeddd an Aretha Franklin number. Her bio was easily my fave. Homegirl was a rockstar. Props Terica. Props.

To Laura: NO. Just no. Eat a cheeseburger and put on some pants. And stop with those "dance moves". They aren't as cute as you think they are. Trust me.

To Stephanie: YES! Rocked the outfit. Rocked the stage. Rocked the song. Plus you are in Noteworthy so you are obviously awesome. You definitely should have been a winner.

To Maggie: You are amazing. If Paula had listened to you sing, she probably would have cried. Then sent you to Campus SuperStar. Unfortunately the judges were on crack and gave Laura your place. Ids.

To Patrick: breathe. Maybe then I wouldn't have felt so unbearably awkward watching your performance.

Oh and to the comedian: get some new material. State jokes- not funny. Love joke- REALLY not funny. Probably the worst possible way to end your act, actually. You said two funny things in 30 minutes. That sucks dude.

Okay enough shit talking. Of them at least.

Chris Brown is a d bag.

I LOVE COLLEGE. On Tuesday night I went downtown with Melanie, Kerry, Natalie, and THE LEGEND that is Amy McCoy. We hit up all the cheap drank places (Amy and Natalie knew what was up) and we played charades at Gameday. Great night, needless to say.

I'm so ready for my birthday. Sushi. Karaoke. Drank. Partaeee. Athens/Charleston/Milly peeps. EEEEEEEEEEEE!

Also the padre is going to fly me to my destination of choice over the weekend of my birthday. I'm thinking New York. And as you all know the princess gets what the princess wants.

So just in case you forgot, the princess wants an Obama Chia Pet.

New favorite abrevs to annoy Kerry with: Mil Bus. Noy. Crae. Id. Grats.

Lil Wil's "Bust It Open" has a badass bass line, but listening to the lyrics makes me want to file a lawsuit against him for sexual assault. I can't get into rapping about ripping vajays open. I just can't.

I would also like to give MAD props to M.I.A for being a badass. I would love to perform at the Grammy's on my baby's due date. In stunna shades. Looking straight up gansta. She's a champ.

and that's what's up.

peace love and baby bump that track.

hey peeps whats the word

I totally have a crush on my nutso Spanish professor. His name is Fuad and he rides his bike everywhere. His native tongue is Arabic, but he's also fluent in Spanish, French, and English. It's a very good possibility that this crush of mine stems from the fact that I am green with envy of his proficiency with languages. Just the same, I couldn't help but swoon when he called me "Sarah-ita" last class. He's way weird, though. One morning he left class, toothbrush and toothpaste in hand, then came back a couple minutes later without mention of it. Today he rocked a pair of purple jeans. Basically he's a g.

This morning was ROUGH. I woke up 15 minutes before my Spanish test started at 8am. So that was really freaking cool. I passed out around 10 last night because I was so ridiculously tired, with the intent of waking up at 5 to shower and study before the test. Then none of that happened. I barely brushed my teeth and shed my slippers before I woke up sweet Abby and had her drive me to class. I stumbled into Gilbert frazzled and braless, hair crusted with sweat from working out the night before, and was just loving life. LOVING IT! Yayy 8ams!

I don't know why I even bothered going to Linguistics today. All we did was go over the stupid homework that I had already dominated. So, I sat in the back row and spent my hour and fifteen minutes productively, catching up on the latest at perezhilton.com. Duh. FYI: Clay Aiken scored a spot as a guest judge on the next cycle of ANTM. He is just loving being out of the closet! And everyone signed on for the sequel to Sex and the City! Hooray! And sexyy Paul Walker (35) is engaged. To a 19 year old. They started dating when she was 16!! Vom.

It's okay if you are judging me right now.

Good news for the world: Researchers have discovered a new source to produce alternative fuel--coffee! I did my final project for Deany last semester on biofuels, but had to conclude that they were not the solution we need for a variety of reasons, one of which was the food vs. fuel debate. Biofuels developed from corn, maize, and vegetable oil are controversial because farmers are harvesting these crops to sell them off for biofuel production to get a bigger profit, and therefore the global food supply is suffering. With coffee, though, you can have your cake and eat it too, if you will. The coffee grounds are just as capable of becoming fuel after having already been used to brew a cup of coffee. Like all other alternative fuel solutions, this isn't "the answer". Our answer lies in a combination of all of our different options and in conserving at an individual level. Nonetheless, this is definitely a step in the right direction! Read more about it at economist.com.

When Anderson Cooper asked the prez if he's had a smoke since being in the White House, Barack says he "hasn't had a smoke on these grounds." I mean as disgusting as smoking is, you can't deny the man looks damn sexy with a smoke in his mouth..

So I will let his sketch response slide.

Eff. I have flying lessons at 8am tomorrow. Then a bio test back in Athens at 1. A bio test I have yet to start studying for..

Ave Maria.

peace love and sarah-ita

GREAT NEWS: Pre-Nursing is no longer a major at UGA. Better yet- you can't even have a Pre-Nursing emphasis! WOO HOOOOOO

Basically my life is in shambles. Right now would be an excellent time to start studying for my French test tomorrow. Alas, here I am, appeasing the masses with my words of enlightenment. So enlighten I will..

While perusing urbandictionary.com, I struck gold (no surprise there):

Gangsta Flakes: A cereal similar in nature to Lucky Charms; but, instead of sissy stars and rainbows, Gangsta Flakes includes guns, knives, ho's, and of course, gangsters. One may feel particularly gangster after a bowl or two.

Celebrate diversity and eat Gangsta Flakes!

Can't be a gangster? Do the next best thing- eat Gangsta Flakes! You'll be ballin in no time.

You better believe I will be stocking up on Gangsta Flakes tomorrow when I force myself to go to the grocery store. I seriously need to get my shiz together. My milk is spoiled, all I have left are the endsies from my loaf of bread, and tico cookies currently comprise the majority of my food supply. Today I sustained myself on dried fruits and a contraband chicken salad sandwich stolen from the dining halls by my dealer [of sandwiches]. So tomorrow I have a date with Kroger. And Gangsta Flakes.

Chuck Norris is suing MySpace for taking the name of what he calls everything around you.

I am currently infatuated with ostriches. It started two weekends ago when me and my St Simons fam saw the Dirty Jobs episode about ostrich farming. For those of you who are unimpressed with ostriches, you should know that ostriches run at about 46 mph--the top land speed of any bird. Also, a swift kick to the neck from these babies will result in immediate death to the so-called "king of the beasts," the lion. The female ostrich prefers pecking to kicking. For those of you who missed the Dirty Jobs episode, the best part was when they made the ostrich noise...

On that note, I bid you adieu. I'm sorry, but you just can't follow an act like that. You just can't.

peace love and HOO HOO

WATTUP WORLD

I have missed you ever so much. Although Athens is admittedly no Costa Rica, don't think my life is any less awesome. Let's be real.

SO classes are destroying me. What was I thinking trying to just jump into a 16 hour semester? I spent last semester in Costa Rica basically having everything I touched turn to gold. I came out of an Ecology class with an A. I mean really? Ruh-dic. And so I was left with a severely inflated ego, hence the recent addition of a second major: Pre-Nursing. Too bad I can't even handle Romance Languages anymore! My French has been shot to hell. Gracias C Rica! Muchisimas gracias..

Oy vey.

I'd like to take a minute to make a tribute to my bff Charlie and his unbelievably fabulous life. Please note that his fabulousness only contributes to my own by association, and in no way does it take away from the fabulousness that is my life. That being said, Charlie's life RULES. He goes to USC and lives in a fancy LA apartment and goes to a fancy LA gym where he sees celebs all the freaking time. Last week I got a call after he ran side-by-side with Channing Tatum, and then another after he witnessed Janice Dickinson throwing a bitch fit to her personal trainer. Not to mention his being on the red carpet for the Twilight premiere. Oh and he's a model slash actor. Who does triathlons. Who summers in the Caribbean. Riddle me this: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHARLIE WHY DO YOU NOT HAVE A BLOG?!

HOT MESS (whom I love)

I went and saw Joshua Radin's concert on Friday night. He was great. I went with Cayman and Abby and we thought he was super cute, up until we went to go get a picture with him after the show and he had Sleezy McIfUSeekAmy on his arm. Chica was on the prowl. We took our cue to keep walking when she grabbed his ass. Cayman did get a picture with precious Jesse Harris, who told her that he loved her dancing. Ah!

Before the concert us LLCers went over to Dean and Kathy's for high dinner. I love them so very very much. Deany prepared a feast for us! We had delicious ensaladas and then linguine with tilapia and shrimps. Kathy made us a black forest cake. And of course there was C Rican cafe. Delicioso! I can't wait til we go over there again. I just can't get enough of those two! We suggested a sleep-over for next time..

WHAT ELSE? Oh for those who haven't seen my new favorite commercial, here it is for your viewing pleasure: HIGH LIFE!

Birthday Countdown: 24 days.

Okay much love peeps. I'll be back soon. Ciao!

peace love and high life!