BANANAS

"I raped Banana Republic on black Friday at midnight", in the words of the Boy Next Door.  {He really went to town.  I think he walked out with more apparel than me and my sisters combined.  I know, right? A man who doesn't mind shopping! Win!}

I'm not hatin'

I'm lovin'

We all know my opinion on men who wear classy attire.  

I made a few killer purchases:

Blouse for six dollars?

Win.

And  the same one in blue?

Win.

AND some snazzy earrings for $2?

Win.

Self: Good day. You are better off than you were before.

THE TRUTH

came out this weekend.

I am dating a Ute Fan.  
And I don't know how I feel about it.

I mean, yes, I knew his family went to U of U, that they cheered for their football team..but he is a BYU student. (And, apparently, a traitor.)

At least in my book he is.

Mostly, I am just shocked....

...that I would ever let myself do this
.....that it went under the radar for so long
.......that there actually IS a Ute Fan out there with some class....

{On the last one, I jest all in good fun. :) }




I feel like...I feel like....ummm.....

I feel like I just found out 

that my favorite love song 

was written about a sandwich.

{From the movie 27 Dresses}

WHAT YOU SHOULD NEVER SAY AT THE DOORSTEP

I cannot resist sharing this story with you.
It was completely unintentional...
Don't judge.


It all started because of this little piece of metal:

sorry for the mirror image.  Photo Booth tends to do that.

ONE EVENING The boy next door dropped me off, and I couldn't unlock my door because my gloves that were keeping my hands warm {I know right? isn't that supposed to be his job?} made me extra clumsy.

Being the gentleman that we all know him to be, he offered to open my door for me.  P.S. LOVE the chivalry.

BND: "Which key is it?"

[admittedly, I wasn't thinking properly.]

Sarah: "Uh, the one that says 'DO NOT REPRODUCE'."

[the awkward silence ensued. That was error numero uno.]

BND: "Oh, you mean, "do not DUPLICATE'?" 

Sarah's thoughts: dang. I REALLY hope that wasn't a Freudian on my part. Smooth Sarah, smooth.

Sarah: "Whatever. Just stick it in."

[More awkward silence.  That was error numero dos]

Sarah's thoughts: CRAP. crapcrapcrap. Just stick the KEY in the LOCK.  Sarah, you IDIOT!"

[I look over to realize that BND is silently laughing. Of course, he can't keep it in forever]

BND: BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

I am sure you can fill in the rest.  Needless to say there was a major laughing fit for a solid 6 minutes.

Moral of the story:

Know what the text on your keys actually says.

Never use vague pronouns like "it" after a Freudian.

And with that considered, you should be safe at your next doorstep scene.

HELLO MY NAME IS ( _____ )

People always guess my name wrong.  

The funny thing is, they always guess the same name: 

Jessica.

Should I analyze this for you?

Ok.

Jessica: #1 name for a baby girl in my birth year

Therefore, a bit overused and generic.

{Disclaimer: I'm not hatin' on Jessicas. 

Realize that only I can say this because "Sarah" 
was the #6 most popular name,

 thus almost as equally cliche. }

______________________________

I saw a high school friend on campus the other day.  It went something like this:

"Hey! Jessica, right?"

Nope.

"Wait, do you have a sister named Jessica?"

Nope.

Really. REALLY?! DO I REALLY LOOK LIKE A JESSICA??  A "GENERIC JESSICA"?

This is a huge insult, just so you know.  I don't care that he forgot my name. He could have picked any other name and I would have been much happier.


Or I guess I could give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe I look like a "generic Sarah" and therefore Jessica isn't that far off.

Or maybe he truly forgot my name, but remembered the year I was born, and that he had read in a baby book somewhere that Jessica was the most popular name, thus deducing that his odds of guessing correctly would be greater.


I like to think the latter.

On second thought, no I don't.
That means he is a bit of a weirdo.

THE WOES OF MY COOKING

Today, my sunny side up eggs stuck to the pan.

I forgot rule numero uno of cooking. GREASE THE PAN.

They turned into scrambled eggs rather quickly.

Boo.

ELL OH ELL

Sometimes I see funny things on campus.  I literally think to myself: "LOL"

{And sneakily snap a picture with my camera phone.}


Usually, it is actually the professors who are setting up these pieces of humor, believe it or not.

Like this:

A gift from one biology professor to another,
hidden in his lab for him to find at a later date

When my professor opened the bucket, he screamed like a school girl and threw it down.

"VILE CREATURES! THIS IS WHY I STUDY ECOLOGY"

Well said.

Here is another one that brightened my day:

A copy of the textbook, CHAINED to the desk in the lab

Welcome to the dark depths of the Clyde Building Dungeon.

And my all-time-personal-favorite:

Displayed in the Eyring Science Center above the giant electric pendulum

Why might this be my favorite? 

Because it mocks the ignorant. 

I went right up and grabbed the wire with my entire fist.

Yeah. Do you even KNOW what an ohm even IS? 

That's what I thought.

And the physics professors know that you don't know, too.

It is kind of like electric friction, if you will.  

Ohms don't kill you. 

Amps kill you. 

Ohms actually RESTRICT the flow of current, or amps. 

A resistance that high is a good thing.

anyways...

I hope I didn't kill off half of my readers with the last 1/3 of the post.

I just HAD to be nerdy for a few minutes.

Sorry.

Have a terrific monday.

SHOW AND TELL

This is
my lucky
 t-shirt:

in all of its glory.

WE change your world

 @ BYU.

Women in Engineering &Technology

The shirt speaks for itself.

Ok, but maybe I'll just add a few comments.

Maybe I feel kinda smart when I wear this.

Maybe I feel elite.

Maybe it brings extra confidence

Maybe I score higher on tests with it on.

On that last one: yeah right. Ha ha.

And when I see another girl that has this shirt on campus it automatically makes her my new best friend.

"Hey!  A geek like me! 

Wanna hear a calculus joke?"

FRUIT SNACKS, BLANKETS, AND BOOKS.

OH MY!

the demand for studying has died*
the supply of homework has increased
and i am encountering decreasing marginal returns
in my studying

therefore, i blog.

can you tell i have an econ test
tomorrow?

so i sit here
in the House of Blues
wrapped up in a blanket*
with the heater off.

eating fruit snacks.


life is soooo good.


*both accounts are the Boy Down The Street's fault.**




** I have to type small so he doesn't glance over and see what I am typing.  


He's crampin' my style.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

is YOU!!
is my two front teeth!
or any other fill-in-the-blank line of a popular Christmas carol!

Just kidding.

Ok. For reals.  You know the drill.

..........................................................

 Dear Santa, 


      I have been a good girl yadda yadda yadda...
Let's cut to the chase.

1. (see picture)

I want one.  

No. The ukulele, you fool.

          

     2. Red Boots.

...not these:

NO FUR! remember?

definitely not these:

But THESE:

A classy, yet worn, cowgirl approach would be alright

     3.  A light blue dress that I can twirl in. 

Preferably the one in the middle.  (As seen in 500 Days of Summer.)

That is all.

Love,

Sarah

P.S.  Q mentioned that I should put the boy down the street on the list, but that came as sort of an early Christmas present this weekend, so it doesn't count for one of my three wishes.  Just letting you know the rules on that sort of thing.  

HAPPY FRIDAY

If you would have asked me this morning if there was such thing as a "Bad Friday" I would have answered with a resounding "YES."

In fact, I was thinking that whoever said, "if you go to bed and wake up in the morning, everything will seem better" was a liar.



It was a Typical Bad Morning:

typ·i·cal  bad  morn·ing:   

[ˈtipikəl bad ˈmôrni ng]noun

1. wake up late

2. cold shower

3. can't find clothes

4. late to class

5. no breakfast

6. any combination of the above 

But That Boy Down the Street came to the rescue.
Fruit snacks. Three packs. All different flavors.
Delivered to my physics class.
Without an order.
All of the boys sitting by me just gawked.
I am sure they were mad they hadn't thought of it first.
"Who was THAT?" they all asked.
Just the hero of my morning.
That's all.

I think I almost cried. I LOVE fruit snacks

and I love them even more on a crappy morning. 

cheers. happy friday.

ROUND TO ONE SIG FIG (SIGNIFICANT FIGURE)

This is great news. 

I made food without following a recipe to the nearest 

1/8 of a teaspoon. 

I needed to redeem myself after numerous meals made by talented men.  I felt like my ego was hit a little too hard. Ya know, kind of like if the girl fixes the guy's car? (Which I fully intend on doing in my future marriage someday.  There might be a reversal of roles in some areas of my household.)

anyways...
Some risotto
chicken broth until the rice was cooked al dente
tossed in some roasted red peppers
....a splash of white wine vinegar....
dash of a few spices
....dumped in some onions until it looked good
and pepper, pepper, pepper.

You don't understand, this was really hard for me.

VOILA!

(not to be confused with my instrument, the viola)

Sorry about the lame picture.  Maybe I'll get a real camera soon, instead of using my crappy, pixelated phone.

Oh, and on the right track to becoming a
"DOMESTIC GODDESS"?

Check.