Hello all, today is National Boobquake Day! Huzzah. This means that it is time to show the ta-tas in an attempt to create scientific results... or to disprove the idea that women's promiscuous fashion styles can create earthquakes. I prefer to think we can create natural disasters with our bodies alone. Because that's a freaking good story. Not such a good story? We cannot create earthquakes with our boobs. That's just a disappointment for everyone involved, so let's stick with the first one.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Worship, harbouring enemies and nocturnal-people.
Worship me, people-who-waste-time-sleeping.
Posted by Miss Sarah at 4/16/2010 08:17:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: college, deity worship, home, life lessons, packing for the summer, queasy about blood, terror, the enemies, vampires
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Hell beasts, hyperventilation and greatest fears confirmed.
The morning from Hell.
Posted by Miss Sarah at 4/15/2010 05:55:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: death-scenarios, greatest fears, hell, paranoia, terror, tired, WWIII
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Engagement-ring heist, abnormality and social convention.
I've decided that trying to get into beach body condition is hard. I still feel flabtastic, but I also feel healthier, so I guess that's okay. And-
Posted by Miss Sarah at 4/11/2010 02:47:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: coupledom, dating, exercise, love, not being very trendy, relationships, singlehood, tired, weddings
Friday, April 9, 2010
Fall schedule, tons of crap and one month to go.
So earlier this week I decided on my schedule for this up-coming fall. Huzzah. It'll be a full 15-credits of pure delightful anthropology. Be jealous, people. I know you are.
Posted by Miss Sarah at 4/09/2010 05:44:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: college, end of the semester stress, judgements, mini-meltdowns, packing for the summer, school, summertime
Friday, April 2, 2010
Parents, homesickness and suffocating love.
Home sweet home.
Right.
Well, I've made it home for the big superficially 'religious' Easter celebrations (i.e. a four day weekend woo!). I thought it'd at least take years, if ever, to get over the homesickness when I'm away. But you know what? I now feel claustrophobic at home. I know they don't mean to suffocate me, but parents are just always there when you're home.
They're like that piece of furniture that you're almost certain you had put outside to be picked up by the garbage man (even if they keep telling you the city doesn't take old furniture). Somehow, it's crept back into your living room with all the audacity of a tacky orange ottoman.
Not that you hate that ottoman. In fact, that particular ottoman reminds you of all your good childhood moments, and makes you feel safe and protected. But it really doesn't match anything you own anymore, and it can be such an eyesore - the way it looks in the big picture just doesn't suit your everyday needs anymore.
But maybe you could keep it around; revamp it with a new fabric - help it try to fit in, even if the style is so out of date that it's practically obsolete.
Yeah, it's sort of nice to have it around - I mean, it keeps you grounded. And that's a feeling that can be easily lost in a world where you're just another fresh (haggard) faced student in a sea of forty other similar faces. Sometimes you just need that old ottoman to remind you of your roots - and to remind you of just how far you've really come.
Suffocation doesn't sound so bad, not when you know it's suffocation by love.
Posted by Miss Sarah at 4/02/2010 12:14:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: celebrations, family, home, homesickness, life lessons, love, parents, school