Okay, so my room is a bio-hazard.  It's really pretty disgusting.  Sarah and i bake a lot, so our floor is covered with spots of brown sugar, flour, and all sorts of baking ingredients.  So I open my box of Mike n Ikes (I LOVE Mike n Ikes) and Sarah comes up with the idea of throwing some from the box onto her bed.  And what's my response?  Okay!  So she gets ready to catch them, and without thinking I haul half of the box of candies towards Sarah, but only about ten hit her bed while a bazillion more drop onto our radioactive carpet.  A sad moment, indeed.  But somehow it ended with both of us sitting on the floor laughing hysterically at the vision of a rainbow of candies flying at Sarah.  Oh, late nights at college.

I just witnessed an engagement.  Dream come true.  My friend Eli was playing at a coffeehouse at the seminary school down the road, and so Kesh, Sarah, and i decided to go and check it out.  This one guy goes onstage and reads this blog post/article thing on soulmates and then he asks his girlfriend to come onstage.  At this point all three of us are sitting on the couch in front of the stage with our hands over our mouths and looking at each other like no...really...is this happening?  And then he got on one knee and proposed.  And literally all three of us girls were practically rolling in the couch clapping and dying of cuteness.  We most definitely have the GC syndrome, due to the fact that everyone around us is getting engaged/married/pregnant (in that order of course, I mean, it's Gordon).  But shoot, what a lovely end to a terrible week, although slightly embarrassing, because Sarah, Kesh, and I were quite possibly more excited about the engagement than the couple were.

Such a bad mood!  I (still) feel gross from Denny's this morning, I took a three hour nap which made me ten time more tired, and I wish I was going somewhere this weekend.  Like New York.  Or home.  I miss my family.  This never happened last year, not once was I homesick and now every weekend and I think hmm, should I drive home this weekend?
My parents are on vacation on some island in Virginia where there are 'wild ponies' as Homie says.  As a clarification, Homeboy is my dad (Homie for short).  I don't even remember how the name stuck, but it's been his name for quite a few years.  My family is really weird.  I know everyone says that, but my family is REALLY weird.  Both of my parents are nuts, but it makes for a pretty hysterical life.  They're pretty much the most awesome parents ever, which I can appreciate now that I moved out and realize all they do for my sister and I.
I wish I could think of an example of the extent of their craziness, but I think most of them are you-had-to-be-there-things.  I remember once I told my mom she was an old woman, so she spent the next hour hobbling around with a broom all hunched over and talking in this weird old woman voice.  Like I said, she's a nut.  Oh wait, I have photos.

this is in public, by the way, in the middle of Panera.

I'll do a post on Homie later on, happy friday! <3

Hodge-Podge Of Random Sarah Thoughts.

I was just thinking what a good day it was when I jammed my finger into the doorknob.  One thing that really skeeves me out is when my fingernails get caught on or scratch things.  It's like the sound of a nail file: it gives me the chills and activates my gag reflex.  So anyways, while jamming my finger into the doorknob of my suite, I accidentally get my fingernail stuck in the keyhole and made a terrible scraping noise and oh man.  This'll bother me for a few hours.
Other than that, today's pretty nice.  Laura, Sarah, Kesh and I joined Lizard at Denny's at midnight this morning to celebrate her birthday, and then I had to wake up at seven for my early class.  So other than being wicked tired, I'm enjoying this lovely friday.  I only have one more dreaded class, and then I can nap till Monday.  Soooooo nice.
Also, Denny's is pretty freaking gross.  I got this weird hamburger flatbread thing (totally my fault) and it was probably one of the sickest things I have ever eaten.  So gross.  I'm still feeling gross, and this was nearly ten hours ago.  Also, my roommate and I checked up on the nutrition facts and there's no hope for health at Denny's.
Also, something just popped into my head that I want to touch on.  Comforter covers.  Yesterday at work I was making one of the kids' (giant)bed and the mother had asked me to put a cover on the (enormous) down comforter and it was just the hardest thing.  And then I felt stupid because I felt defeated because of a fluffy blanket.  Anywho, after (literally) twenty minutes of shoving this mass of fluff into the cover, I made the bed and went on my way.  Seriously, there must be some equation or trick to this.  The more I work for the family, the more that I feel like I'm a housewife in training.  The mother also taught me how to cut up a melon the other day.
In conclusion, the weather is beautiful, I got a 94% on my big science paper, my two hour class is over, and tis Friday, at last.  (I'm also listening to Taylor Swift to add to the joy)
Enjoy your friday!
and also....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZARD!

I'm Watching The Trees Give Into Gold As Summer Becomes October's Cold.

What a long and beautiful day.  I spent some time reading outside in the beautiful fall weather while the boys that I'm babysitting played football.  Unfortunately, we soon had to come back inside as the boys decided to play let's-see-how-many-times-we-can-hit-Sarah's-car-until-she-notices.  Oh, I noticed.  And so we are inside.

I only have about an hour and a half left of caring for the darling children, and then I'm back to school, to finish my homework and hopefully be in bed by nine, as I am thoroughly exhausted.  I've also been feeling really dizzy/lightheaded all day, and I'm assuming it's due to a lack of sleep.  When I went to get gas this morning, I nearly fell over, tripped over the gas pump, and then hit my head getting into my car.  I've just been super out of it.

Therefore, I am adamant about getting an abundance of sleep tonight, especially because I have to wake up at six tomorrow to babysit another family.  The fantastic part about jam-packing my schedule is that weeks, however long and tiring, tend to fly by.  Strategic.

And I am so adoring this beautiful weather.  It's in the low sixties right now and breezy and colorful.  It's times like these when I think I could never leave New England.

This here is a snapshot of one of the ponds on campus that I took this time last year.  Marvelous, isn't it?

Happy Wednesday!

I decided today that I want to be a ballerina.  Yes, I think I shall.

Tis almost Octoberrrrrrrrrrr!

and oh how happy this makes me.

I Bake Now.

Tuesday is nearly over.  I have an hour tops left of homework and then I can crawl into my slightly comfortable but still wonderful bed, saying goodnight to the terrible tuesday.
But, I was indeed productive today.
Get this: I baked.  All by myself, I baked chocolate gluten free cupcakes with caramel icing and caramel snickers filling.  All from scratch, and all by myself!  Never has this happened in life.  Lucky for me, I had Sarah overseeing the process to make sure the cupcakes would be an edible product, and oh are they.
They're freaking delicious.  Like, I'm in shock at the heights of delicious flavor that these cupcakes have.

Notice the lovely handiwork of my piping job (the icing).

Those delicious adornments on the top are cut up snickers pieces.

My yum plate is awesome.

Voila.  The filling you see is made of a home-made carmel-y goodness encompassing a bunch of snickers pieces.  Every bite is magic.  So there we go, proof that I am capable of and have baked a gluten-free delight.

I hate tuesdays.  There's always one day that I just dread each semester and this semester it's tuesdays.  And this one may be one of the worst of them all.  It started with work this morning, which is really a kind of fantastic job.  I'm a nanny, so I cook and clean for good kids and a very sweet mother from seven to nine in the morning on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays.  But I had little sleep last night, and had been really dizzy and lightheaded all through the morning- even before using the cleaning chemicals.  And I was nervous.  So nervous, like the most nervous I've been since before the night before I left for La Vida (that experience will be coming in a later post).  Nervous, because I had a debate to present with my three group-mates early this morning.  And not just any debate, a philosophical debate.  I do not have a philosophical mind.

Anywho, we prepared a few days ago and were really set in our ideas and examples, but then our professor emailed us last night to remind us that we were arguing for the claim, not against like we had planned.  That turned everything upside down.  So this morning, while I am cooking breakfast and folding laundry, I'm thinking about what the heck I'm going to say.  And literally ten minutes before class starts, I finish writing my measly little introduction.  And sad to say, we lost the debate.  But seriously, none of us (in the group) personally supported the claim, so it's hard to convince someone else when you yourself are not convinced.  Twas a stressful morning.  The amount of relief that I hold right now that it is over is pretty substantial.

Later on I have to present my essay for Jane Austen's Persuasion (I hated it) and have my class dissect it, and then later I have a discussion group for Old Testament, another class that I am thoroughly not fond of.

Tuesdays.

On the plus side, Glee and New Girl are on tonight.  Maybe I'll bake something delicious for my lovely roommate and I to enjoy on this terrible Tuesday.  I'll keep ya posted ;)

It's Julia Roberts week in the Sarah Suite!  My homework is completely done, I've just had a delicious dinner from Chipotle and raspberry truffle ice cream, and Sarah and I are currently watching Notting Hill to kick off the week.  The rest of the week we have Steel Magnolias, Runaway Bride, Pretty Woman, Erin Brockovich, and Stepmom, all of which I have never seen besides Stepmom.  So exciting, how I love theme weeks!
Next week is musicals...

Sooooo tomorrow is a big day.  Actually, it's really not that big, just big in comparison to all the others.  I have an essay on Jane Austen's Persuasion due tomorrow that will be shared and dissected during the hour and a half class period, and also a debate on whether or not religious questions can be answered in the same way that scientific questions are answered.  My group is saying yes.
I really hate debates.  I usually stand there awkwardly and zone out, or someone ends up being rude and I have to let out some sass.  It's just not a good set-up for me.  But after tomorrow, I'm pretty much set with homework and have fun things planned.  Lizard, as seen below...

is finally turning 19 this friday, so thursday night at midnight we are going to Denny's to be celebrate the college kid way.  And then the next night, kesh, as seen below...

and I are going to attempt to round up some coed friends and go out dancing.  Also, fun fact, kesh and lizard are roommates.  They're some of my favorites.
Also, fun fact number two, my roommate likes to make game plans for the night before she goes to class, which is good because if not we'll waste a few hours being silly and such.  Anywho, the game plan, I was just told, is for my to write my entire essay by five pm, then go to chipotle for a delicious dinner, then come back and watch movies with the lovely relaxation that comes only when all your homework is done.
That is, if I get this essay done.  She's been gone for twenty minutes and I've...well...blogged.
But I just don't want to write this essay.
Ugh.  Jane Austen.  Ugh.
Okay, time to go because this is quickly going to develop into nonsensical rambling.
Adios, friends.

I shouldn't have a Facebook.  I'm that creep that spends hours looking at pictures of a sister of a friend of my cousin's and stays updated on the relationship status of a couple that I don't know.  I don't need to be checking up on relationships and photos and events of random people.  It's my main source of procrastination, and I'm thinking I need to cut back on that anyways.  And therefore, I am off of Facebook indefinitely in order to cut back on creepiness and become more productive.  Expect an increase of blog posts, friends.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy this fabulously sunny(and a tad too hot) Monday.

In the mean time, I'm going to probably end up replacing Facebook with some annoying photobooth time.  You, lucky readers, reap alllllllll the benefits :)

Au revoir!

Monkey Turns Four.

This is my little monkey.  And today is her birthday!  Actually, she's not my primate, she's my niece.  And actually, she's not technically my niece, but my cousin's daughter.
Anywho, her name is Arianna and her fourth birthday is today!  She's getting so big, and it's so sad being away from her.  This summer I spent a few days in New York with my aunt&uncle, cousin, and her daughters, and it was so sad to leave them.  I miss my New York family so much.  I really have the greatest family in the world.  I'm sure you've heard that before, but this is legitimately true; they're all awesome.
They grow up so fast.

Happy Birthday little monkey <3

At Last, My Love Has Come Along.

So I think it's about time that I get into this 'forever fall' business.  And what better time than now, with harry potter playing on the tv and my suitemate singing to harry potter puppet pals?   Perfect environment for focusing.
Anywho, I have a thing for fall.  A love affair, if you will.  I love it, I wait all year for it, and I miss it dearly when it leaves me.  It goes back to a deeply rooted love of the leaves.  I was (and still am) that annoying child that would jump from crunchy leaf to crunchy leaf and take about twenty minutes longer than necessary to ensure that every leaf was properly crunched.  I used to gather all of the leaves in my back yard and just lay in the pile for what felt like hours, just smelling the october air.  October air, you see, has a very distinct smell and it is my absolute favorite.  It's like a mixture of campfire and cinnamon and brisk air.  It's lovely.
Then I grew up, and still loved carving pumpkins with my family, and going to seasonal things like the Fall Festival in my town.  And I fell in love, one autumn. Something in the air I suppose.
Needless to say, I hold a special place in my heart for this time of year.  And let me tell you, dear friends, Autumn is just about here in my dear New England.
In my world, 'tis forever fall.

Guess Who Slept Through Half Their Exam This Morning?

That's right.  I feel like I'm finally a college kid, having completely disregarded my alarm and running to get to my exam before it was too late!!  I don't know what happened, my roommate said she heard my alarm, and she thinks I turned it off in my sleep.  Darn my subconscious self.  Anywho, I got to my class with about twenty five minutes left and I successfully completed it with minutes to spare.  So it really wasn't too bad, except I was really uncomfortable because I didn't brush my teeth(don't judge me)or put my contacts in or anything, I just got dressed and ran.  Great start to this wednesday morning!

The pups.

I know, they're raggedy lookin dogs.  But they just love to roll around in all sorts of junk and things making it more difficult for us owners.  Jake, the top photo, is a neurotic little cockapoo who was born with cataracts, so he runs into pretty much everything.  Joey is my fat little schnoodle that I've had since third grade.  They're a pretty colorful part of my family.  I like Joey best.  I don't care.  I play favorites.  Jake is obsessed with tennis balls and too often he mistakes my foot for his tennis ball, biting and trying to run away with it.  He even sleeps with it in his mouth.  If he loses it, all hells breaks loose.  The dog cries this terrible, headache-inducing cry and runs around in circles until someone finds it for him.  And the dog is afraid of everything.  I turn off the lights downstairs before bed, and he starts crying and runs frantically up the stairs to my parents room.  Yes, my defective puppy is afraid of the dark.  Don't even get me started on thunderstorms...
Joey, however, is freaking adorable.  He's so lovable and affectionate and we have a bond.  I got to name him, you see, so we've been attached since he was brought home.  Heather, my sister, got to name Jake, so I say that pretty much makes Jake her problem.  Sike, he's my problem too, and of course I love him despite of his issues.
So much character in one little family, and we've only covered the pets...

jake and his ball.

jake with his polo.

joey sleeping on my arm.

Apple Picking!  One of my favorite fall-time activities.  

I even found love in the apple orchards...

Glorious Things About Today

I woke up about a minute before my alarm went off at 6:15am feeling surprisingly well-rested.
I got to play with a puppy and a few guinea pigs at work this morning.
It's a solid sixty degrees outside and super sunny.
Chapel was interesting this morning.
I think I actually just passed my Old Testament exam.
I went to get lunch from the dining hall and there were no lines anywhere.
It's about noon and I'm officially finished with my obligations for today.
And the tree outside my window has already turned a fiery orange-red.

Fall is coming, ladies and gentlemen.
Enjoy this lovely day :)

The Movie List, or As Roommate Sarah Likes To Call It, "How We Failed College".

First clarification:  My roommate's name is Sarah.  Yes.  Confusing, we know.

Second, Sarah and I have noticed that we have quite an interest in movies (mostly to procrastinate, but hey, we can call it a cultural enrichment).

Because of this, we have comprised a giant list of movies that we should/haven't/want to see this year.    Sarah and I (mostly me) tend to watch fluffy romantic movies over and over, and we came to decision that it's time to branch out and experience some of the work by famous directors and the classics. 

And because it's one of the most laziest goals ever thought-up, I'm going to blog about each movie on our list after we've watched it. 

Genius, right?

I know, I know.

The List is far too long to post and we're always adding to it, but never fear, you will indeed be hearing about it!

Hello!

I'm Sarah.  Nineteen, sophomore in college, gluten-free.  Originally from New Jersey, I'm now living on the North Shore of Massachusetts.  These are my adventures!