41: the number of text messages received between 10:30 am monday morning and 7 pm tuesday evening. go me.

So I got the crackberry back. My own, not a new one. AT&T fixed my trackball/ pearl. Daddy said it took them all of 3 seconds to fix the mess I had made. I tried to fix the dang thing for HOURS to no avail. But whatevs. Stella got her groove back.

I slept through Fuad's class this morning. Sad times. I suppose this is my body's way of punishing me for only sleeping for four hours on Sunday and Monday. Sorry, bod. Actually I'm probably only going to get 4 hours tonight. I have a bio test tomorrow and ever since our midterm I have found a new and innovative way to NOT pay attention every single class. One day I skyped with Tommy, my boo francais. Another day I worked on my list of loves and hates to appease the masses slash followers of blog. Yet another day I registered for my classes.. you get the idea. Basically I'm effed.

BIG NEWS: Roxie made her debut today!! For those of you who don't know, Roxie is my totally awesome pink bike with giant retro handlebars. I love her and she loves me and we are in love. I rode her from my house to pi phi today and then back. It went swimmingly if you are wondering. Just swimmingly. She needs a bit of air in her tires and is dying to have a big basket on the front of her, but those were her only complaints. As for me? I had no complaints. When do I ever have complaints??

Oh and also my face is falling off. Seriously I look like two-face. FML. Here's a shot of me taken this afternoon between classes:

Not a big deal. Also take note of my very mournful outfit. Last night, Charlie's alter-ego, Luc, died a horrible and tragic death. Je suis en deuil. Que son ame repose en paix. Bises, Luc.

And in conclusion I freaking love crosswords.

Fin.

peace love and contraband quesadillas.

on being without crackberry.

I have been without crackberry for 33 hours. And counting.

I was trying to compose a detailed discourse in my head about how being without my precious crackberry has ruined my life, but I'm afraid 33 hours has not been long enough to see its true effects. Actually, even the time spent with dysfunctional crackberry was painless.

Starting Thursday, whilst texting Charlie in the rain, the trackball/ pearl of the crackberry ceased to function. Without the pearl, I cannot scroll and therefore (so I thought) cannot do anything outside of calling people on my phone (calling? on a phone?? THATS IT????? blasphemy--I know). I suppressed the panic attack forming in the pit of my stomach as I went on my errands, all the while frantically moving the ball as fast as I could to try and shake it of its illness. I asked employees at both Target and Office Max to take a look at it for me, but no one could help. Over the course of the hour and a half of first being without pearl capabilities, I had already accumulated four text messages and was beside myself with frustration at being unable to read them. I ended up having to CALL 411 (who does that anymore?) to find an AT&T because tomtom was being an id and not helping me in my time of need. The woman at the AT&T store said that I just had to call a number and they would send me a new phone asap. The heavens opened up atop my angelic head to shed light upon me as the heavenly choir started up with the hallelujahs. I giddily skipped back to my car, calling the holder of my AT&T account (also known as daddy) to give him the number to call. In my elated state, I proceeded to pick apart my phone. Even as I was taking it apart, I was asking myself in my head what the hell I thought I was doing, because there was no effing way that I would ever ever be able to repair a dysfunctional piece of technology. Before I knew it, the phone was broken beyond recognition and I was left with a quarter inch hole where my pearl used to be. I know what you're thinking: bad omen. I thought so too, but dear friends hear the good news--we thought wrong!

Here's the thing--I am scrappy. I figured out how to maneuver the crackberry without a pearl. So I really wasn't handicapped at all. Go me.

Here's another thing--tech's pike formal was this weekend. I freaking LOVE formals. It is my goal in college to attend a formal every year. I'm doing well thus far. Basically it's a weekend vacay with a temporary sugar daddy. What's not to love? Free food, free alcohol, free hotel room, someone else drives my butt to the beach.. Seriously. Viva la freaking vida. Not even a dysfunctional crackberry could bring me down from a formal high. [[see fb albums]]

Oh and one other thing. I am one of the luckiest people I know. Let me recount the ridiculousness that has been today:

After the second night in a row with only four hours of sleep, I woke up this morning to hurry up and do my quia homework that was due today (for those of you who have taken language classes at the prestigious university of georgia you know that quia is busy work in the form of cruel and unusual punishment). So I finish quia only to realize that it's already 7 and I would much rather make myself a delicious spinach omelet than bother with doing the rest of my Spanish homework. The rest of my Spanish homework happened to include studying for a quiz that we had today, but I figured I'd just quickly look over the vocab and such before we started the quiz in class. So I take my time with breakfast and don't bother showering (any excuse not to shower!) before walking out into the FREEZING weather to make it to Fuad for 8am. I decide to take a risk and park downtown in a bank parking lot instead of waiting for the bus in the cold, and then walk over to Gilbert. I walk in a couple of minutes late, and everyone is already taking the quiz. Eff. I had no choice but to wing it. So I manage to get through it and he grades them right away. I got a 19 out of 20. Then he instructs us to write a brief summary of the reading that we were supposed to have done today on the back of the quiz. If you recall, I chose omelet over reading, and had not the slightest idea of what the reading was on. I overhear someone whisper "recycling," and scribble down a few sentences about how awesome the reading about recycling was because I love the environment and it had a lot of vocabulary to help me talk about my passion. Fuad added a bonus point to my quiz, and so I got a 100. Then I walked back to my car and was pleased to see a distinct lack of a yellow parking ticket on my windshield. I came home and passed out for three hours, decidedly skipping my stupid linguistics class, and then got ready for my lab at 2:30. I was running late somehow, and so I parked in a residential parking lot that had all of its spots numbered. Probably not the best idea, but again I came back to my car to find I had evaded yet another potential parking ticket. AND we got out of bio lab early for the second week in a row.

So there you have it. I'm scrappy. I had formal to distract me. I'm lucky. These three critical components in my life, and these three alone, have saved me from absolutely losing my mind since the crackberry failed me on that fateful afternoon. Especially since daddy took the crackberry away from me yesterday morning at 10am to go and get me a new one.

Fear not. I shan't be incomplete for much longer. Daddy's bringing my baby back to me at 7pm.

In other news, Jamie's birthday was yesterday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROOMS!). We went to speakeasy for dinner and it was de-freaking-licious. I feasted on gruyere fondue, spinach dip in a honey wheat bread bowl, calamari, crab cakes, and some of smel's white pizza. Oh and a dairy queen ice cream cake with the most wonderful crumbly bits I've ever had in my life. Scratch that. DQ crumbly bits ARE my life. Food baby was alive and well but I did not even care. It was incredible. Charlie I'm taking you to speakeasy when you come visit me this summer. You will love it.

Also Liana (stone cold bitch french professor) is a feminist. She would be. Do you know what that awful woman wrote on my homework assignment? Homework, mind you--not a paper or anything, just a stupid homework. I had written "he thought in his head..." and she circled it and made this big note off to the side that said "where else would he think? in his stomach? in his feet???" Then gave me a B-. BITCH!! I can not wait to purge her from my MWF schedule. Slash from my life.

Countdown to 1979: one month 9 days. EEEEEEEEE

Also I converted Patrick (flight instructor) and John (works at flight school) to Lady Gaga fans. We spent Monday morning watching her music videos and discussing her hatred of pants (slash love of jeweled panties). Patrick is obsessed with the zipper on the face thing she rocked on American Idol. Personally, I'm just obsessed with her.

daddy i'm so sorry i'm so s-s-sorry yeah. we just like to party like to p-p-party yeah.

Apparently there is a handicap bus that takes you to your classes if you are crippled (UGA's version of Southern Cal's valet service provided to their students). Jesse and I have a date for him to break my leg in the near future so that I can take full advantage of this amenity! I'm also hoping to score a wheelchair. An electric one--obvi.

I'm burnt to a crisp after epically failing to apply sunscreen on Saturday and the erratic weather is giving my face a gill-like complexion. Super attractive. Sigh. I should go re-apply lotion to my entire freaking body..

peace love and failblog.

Sweet baby Kerry gave me this idea.. I made a list of the things I love the most and the things I hate the most in life. I encourage you to make one of your own--it's very therapeutic.

LOVES:

blogging. my birthday. baby kerry's funfetti cupcakes. my tiara. my cowboy boots. texting. crossword puzzles. diet coke. sushi. braves games. nail polish. karaoke. football games. presents. headbands. flying. traveling. speaking in different languages. edward. ostriches. carolina cup. disney. being a princess. red wine. ben and jerrys. dresses. rainbows. skinny jeans. photography. pura vida. lady gaga. my ray bands. amelie. foreign films. cheese. queso dip. tom tom. people watching. airports. frostys. starbucks. costa rican coffee. naps. new orleans. cafe du monde. seafood. perez. magazines. big sunglasses. pedicures. gossip girl. peanut butter. pink. victoria's secret. my crackberry. easy mac. fuad. uga. college. homestyle popcorn. skype. mac. books. endorphins. cookie dough. pina. one tree hill. abreevs. the north face. bikinis. coloring. laughing. a good cleansing cry. strapless dresses. free people. the olsen twins. bcbg. nicole richie. blair woldorf. puppies. sunning. fresca. nachos. dress up. the beach. skype. feather pillows. movies. target. mens vneck undershirts. princess by vera wang. my nose piercing. my tattoo. bubble baths. andre. 1979 s lumpkin. eggs benedict. hogwarts.

HATES:

awkward small talk. automatic capitalization. whiskey. when things don't go my way. flat tires. kitten heels. orange juice pulp. bottled water. nonfat cream cheese. april fools day. caffeine headaches. sleep deprivation. rumplestiltskin pimples. paying for things. feeling rushed. wasabi. cigarettes. valentines day heart candy. pickles on hamburgers and chic-fil-a sandwiches. pepsi. georgina sparks. dolores jane umbridge. cats (except for sullivan). wet socks. standing up for extended periods of time. hot topic. fox news. ann coulter. divorce. emo-ness. people who try to thrust their own views upon you. negativity. lol. missing the mil bus by less than 1 minute. budgets. cotton candy. pink wine. the new facebook. next. room raiders. parental control. idiot drivers. the way bologna is spelt. nudge from star 94. chain emails. name-sharers that don't have the "h" at the end of their name. losing things. bad water pressure in the shower. nightmares.

to be continued.

Cup Lovin

Hello friends.

New obsession: Carolina Cup.

After a grueling week of hellish scholastic activities, a weekend of debauchery was much-needed. And Cup was EXACTLY what I needed. Smel and I loaded up the Jeep on a gross and rainy Friday afternoon and let Tom Tom lead the way to our own personal utopia: Charleston, SC. Four and a half hours of my recently-played list and 2 McCafe iced coffees later, we found ourselves in glorious Chuck. Before we even got in the car, I knew that I wanted Jim N Nicks upon arrival. Probably one of the best decisions I have made in some time. Smel and I stopped in Hollis's mansion of a house to freshen up then headed to the main strip for some de-freaking-licious barbecue. Oh em geeeee it was so freaking good. We feasted on the cheesy corn muffins, ribs, pork, mac n cheese, and fries. Ah. Seriously I'm salivating just thinking about it. So then we walked around trying to rid ourselves of our newly-acquired food babies (to no avail) and fawned over all of the amazing shopping that Charleston has to offer. Melanie freaked out every time we walked past Urban all weekend. We never even made it inside.. sad times. But then we made our way back to the mansion and waited for Holly Wolly and JD to get home from JD's mom's birthday dinner. They got back around 10, and at that point told us we had to leave the house by 6am the next morning. So it only made sense for us to make a date for murder ball at 5am.

You know it's going to be a good day when you are throwing back shots before 6am. And so the debauchery began.. JD gave us a weather forecast by likening the day ahead to "The Perfect Storm." Apparently the storm that we were about to spend the day in under a tent had already knocked down a church. NBD.

We made our way to the Pi Kapp house at 6:30, stopping by Starbucks only to see that it was closed and that we would be going without breakfast. Unless Andre counts as breakfast. Hol, Mel, and I sipped on Andre til we could drown out the Zetas that were on our bus. Dear lord Zetas at Charleston are like sorositutes on steroids. I could not handle it. All day we entertained fantasies of tasering them just to make them stop talking. Days like that make me so so glad to not be in a sorority. The 2-hour busride to Cup was tolerable (thank you Andre). I might even go so far as to say enjoyable. We made friends with Hollis's besties Emily and Libby, and passed the time by shit-talking everyone else on the bus. Freaking love them.

yay for new friends

Upon arrival at Cup, it was clear that every charter bus had brought its very own variety of shitshow to form the grandest shitshow that ever was. We stumbled across the muddy field until we found our tent, where we set up camp. Over the course of the day, the perfect storm came and went and came again so we spent most of our time under our tent laughing at all of the drunkasses that we were surrounded by. We were front row, so we did manage to make our way over to the fence to see a few of the horse races. I cheered my ass off for Red Lightning, only to be told on the bus ride home that Red Lightning was not an actual horse. FML. I made lots of new friends, and even managed to find myself some delicious bbq from some rando tent. Well, I found the food, but I didn't actually walk away with any. I was THAT girl...

spotted: drunkass mess of a girl stumbles up to stranger's tent and grabs a plate from the buffet line and piles it up with pork, beans, coleslaw, and roll. she then proceeds to grab a sweet tea and somehow manages to trip over her own two feet and spill the entire plate of food all over the ground. just the food, though. she is still grasping the plate and her sweet tea. she ditches the plate, then stumbles away with her friend who managed to hang onto all of her food.

Yeah. I was definitely that girl. I'm laughing just replaying it my head again.

I sent Libby and Emily back for more, though, and ended up feasting despite my epic failure.

Other highlights of the day included watching girls eat shit in the mud, watching Whitney spill her drink every 5 minutes, finding some poor girl's id in the mud so Hollis can replace her 35-year old one (yay Emily), and our quest for the best outfit of the day. I believe the winner was the gentleman in the neon yellow pants.. but then there was also Dale in the white pants that were see-through before it started raining.. Gosh it was too hard to decide there were so many winners. Yay for cupperware.

Libby after eating shit in the mud.

Around 4 we called it a day and trekked back to our ghetto ass charter buses. Well, most of us anyways. Apparently one of my fave sorostitutes managed to bum a ride with her drunk ex-boyfriend who has a restraining order against her. Oh Brittany.. Also, my new friend Joshua who fed me shots of Grey Goose did not make it back to the bus. Apparently, he was threatening to beat up some of his brothers and to kill the prez's dog.. Yikes. His date was on the bus though. She was the most Lilly'd out of all the sorostitues. Homegirl had a Lilly Pulitzer water bottle. Yay for her.

Pam, our crazy driver, manages to get the bus out of the parking lot but then immediately has to find somewhere to get transmission fluid for the bus. Then we get back on the road and after about 20 minutes the other bus broke down. So we had to go back and get all of the rest of our peeps onto our bus. By the time we'd left the broken down bus site, that had already put us at 5:00. We should have been halfway back. No, no. We were pretty much right where we'd begun.. So we're driving for about an hour when Pam comes on the intercom and informs us that she forgot to lock up the other bus so we have to go back. LOVE LIFE. Oh and as if that weren't miserable enough, while all this was happening I was trying so so hard to get a little nap in. Just as I'd gotten comfortable and closed my eyes, drunk frat boy #1 whispers ever so sweetly in my ear, "Sarah, you are passed out. I like your nose ring. You look cute passed out. Watch out for John Pratt." So much for sleeping! I was freaking out but didn't want John Pratt to think I was awake and come talk to me.. so I spent like 2 hours with my eyes closed pretending to sleep.

SIX HOURS LATER we are back in Charleston. I am hungover and unhappy and the perfect storm is upon us. The cherry on the cake--a car splashed water all over me on our walk home. REALLY??

Thank goodness for LaHa. Let me tell you Diet Coke saved my life on Saturday night. Seriously. I really was on the verge of vomiting when we sat down at dinner. I was looking SO good, too in my rain boots and hoodie. I did not take the hood of my hoodie off my head because I am a g. So yes I was really thinking I was going to vom and my head was throbbing and I wanted to curl up and die, but one sip of Diet Coke and I was good to go. Unfortunately, the delicious mexican feast had the opposite effect on mis amigas. Emily felt like death and needed to get home asap so we didn't go clubbin like we'd planned. Triste.

Then Kyle came to visit!! So great. Him and his friend Dan were on their way home from sb in Florida so they came over and so did my most favorite person in the world--KENNETTA MERRITT!!! I'm obsessed with her. You can see why:

We stayed up until we all passed the f out.

All in all I'd have to say AMAZINGGGG day. Followed by Brugger's bagel sandwiches in the morning. Ahh so deliciousssss. Really I don't think I could have asked for a better weekend.

Also you all should know that I rated Fuad on ratemyprofessor.com. Try and guess which one is mine. Ha. PS I tried to give him hotness points but it didn't register for some unknown reason. Idiots.

That's all for now.

peace love and cup.

Dear World,

A gift from the gods.

That is all.