There's a "note" going around Facebook that asks you to write 25 random facts, habits, talents, etc about yourself and then "tag" 25 people who do the same thing. Basically it's a cool and non-annoying chain thing. I already did mine on Facebook so I decided to bring it here. I really enjoyed doing it so here are some more random facts about myself :)
1. I collect Hello Kitty items: keychains, notebooks, pens, stuffed animals. You name it, I've got it.
2. I don't have just one favorite color. I love pastels and bright colors such as blue, pink, purple, and green.
3. I really can't stand the color orange. I have an orange bath towel and it's really my least favorite one.
4. Normally I would pick something chocolate instead of something sour for candy, but I love Sour Patch Kids.
5. I like to try all of the different flavors of Orbit gum. Recently I've chewed Positively Pomegranate, Strawberry Mint, and Maui Melon Mint.
6. Decorating cakes is one of my favorite hobbies. If I had the time and a bigger kitchen I'd do it as a business.
7. When I was in middle school I played basketball and was on the varsity cheerleading squad.
8. My favorite type of music is alternative rock from the 1990s. I remember sitting on my bedroom floor listening to the radio all day when I was about 10 years old. Those were the days.
9. I love to read for pleasure, but ever since I elected to be an English major I haven't had time to keep up with personal reading.
10. I'm going to start applying to law schools in the fall. So far on my list I have UNC, Elon and UVA. I still need to pick 3 more to apply to.
11. My favorite thing to do for a vacation is to go to the beach. Laying on the sand and listening to the waves crash is my idea of the ultimate relaxation.
12. Corona is my favorite beer, although I just turned 21 so I haven't had the opportunity to try more brands yet.
13. I want to have twins for the sole purpose of killing two birds with one stone. If two kids are what I want, I'd rather have two at once and be done with being pregnant.
14. I've lived in the same dorm all three years I've been in college. My first year I lived in Cobb 217, last year it was 417, and this year it's 224.
15. Apparently I've got a knack for writing. I've had a poem published and I won a Daughters of the American Revolution award for my writing in 8th grade.
16. I'm the shortest person in my immediate family by a significant amount. My mom is 5'9", my dad is 6'0", and my brother is 6'2". I'm 5'5".
17. I am an extreme creature of habit. Example: I always get the #5, 8-piece nugget, value size combo at Chik-Fil-A. I only eat chocolate chip cookies, and when I go to Krispy Kreme I only get a chocolate iced creme filled doughnut. Nothing else.
18. I like to paint my nails, but I only like French manicures and either French style, red, or pink polish on my toes.
19. My hair is gradually changing texture. It's been straight for almost my whole life and now it's starting to become curly.
20. I don't watch much TV, but Seinfeld, Sex and the City, Desperate Housewives, and Top Chef are my favorite shows.
21. I like to procrastinate by going to Neopets and playing games.
22. I have terrible acne. The funny thing is I'm on 4 prescriptions for said problem, which work off and on, and I never had such terrible break outs until I came to college.
23. Dresses and heels are my favorite things to wear.
24. Chanel is my favorite designer, and mark my words: I WILL have a pair of Chanel Sunglasses and the "C" earrings!!!
25. I'm more into a modern, simplistic design and I don't like clutter. It's just annoying.
Hope everyone enjoyed learning a little more about me!
Until next time...
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
wife
I think it's part of most every little girl's childhood dream to get married one day. I remember playing dress up with white sheets and old lace curtains, pretending I was a bride. I would put those cheap aluminum rings from the dentist office's toy chest on my finger and get married to my "waffle-y" wedded husband in front of my dolls and teddy bears. Now that the time is coming for me to actually get married, I have huge dreams and aspirations for that day. I have everything set up perfectly in my mind. The only thing that's missing is the husband, and right now there's not really a potential candidate.
In March 2008 I began dating someone who restored my faith in the male sex. I had gotten out of a long-term relationship a little over a year before I started dating Chris. During the year I spent single, my view of men was extremely distorted. I felt like there wasn't a man on earth who could love a woman so fully and only have eyes for her. Something in the male genes just would not let them stay completely faithful to their girlfriend or wife. Society precipitated this perspective for me and I just lost hope completely. Needless to say, when Chris came along, I had a pretty grim outlook on how a relationship would turn out.
Thankfully, he was a breath of fresh air. He wouldn't go behind my back. He was a sensitive, loving, respectful, caring gentleman who opened doors for me, pulled out my chair, helped me into and out of his car, and won the trust and respect of my parents. Early on in our relationship I donned a pair of rose colored glasses that would change my mind on not only men, but the world of love and relationships. Finally, a person came along who could make me happy and treat me well. I was ecstatic.
I won't go into detail here, but our relationship has pretty much deteriorated. I'm not the same person I was almost a year ago. Granted, some of the changes are good, but I've become a person who I can't recognize. That may sound a little cliche, but really, I don't know this person who I've become and it scares me. In the past I never would have taken so much for one person. I've come to know what love really is. It's a sacrifice. It's a compromise. I've learned lessons and matured farther than I ever thought was possible. But on the down side, I've lost who Sarah really is. Sarah is a person who speaks her mind, isn't afraid of what others think, and isn't reduced to tears by stupidity in a heated moment. I've never had a problem with getting something off of my chest before, but now I feel as though Chris gets upset if I'm upset, and usually the situation gets turned back on me. He refuses to accept the blame ever, and I'm always putting it on myself, which is something else I would never have done in the past. I used to be proud, not able to admit when I was wrong, and would never take the blame for anything whatsoever. Writing this, I recognize Chris's immaturity. Those are characteristics of the old me, the one who refused to see herself as anything but right all the time. I can't marry someone like that.
Another thing, what is a wife supposed to be? There are many different definitions of a wife...someone who cleans, cooks, loves, and is seen but not heard. I don't like that one. The one I prefer is someone who loves and is loved, speaks her mind freely, gives and receives equally, and isn't afraid to live how she feels she is supposed to live. Wake up men! This is NOT the 1950s anymore, and I absolutely refuse to be June Cleaver. I WILL NOT spend my days cleaning toilets, dusting the mantle, caring for children, and having dinner on the table for your commanding ass when you walk in the door at 6 in the evening. In this day and age, husbands and wives are supposed to be equals. That's what I want for myself. I want my husband to treat me as his equal, and I will afford him the same respect. I will not let him be superior to me in any way, shape, or form. I'm tired of being under a man (or boy)'s thumb and in a few weeks I'll find the courage to lift myself out from under it.
Until then...
My silent revolution continues.
In March 2008 I began dating someone who restored my faith in the male sex. I had gotten out of a long-term relationship a little over a year before I started dating Chris. During the year I spent single, my view of men was extremely distorted. I felt like there wasn't a man on earth who could love a woman so fully and only have eyes for her. Something in the male genes just would not let them stay completely faithful to their girlfriend or wife. Society precipitated this perspective for me and I just lost hope completely. Needless to say, when Chris came along, I had a pretty grim outlook on how a relationship would turn out.
Thankfully, he was a breath of fresh air. He wouldn't go behind my back. He was a sensitive, loving, respectful, caring gentleman who opened doors for me, pulled out my chair, helped me into and out of his car, and won the trust and respect of my parents. Early on in our relationship I donned a pair of rose colored glasses that would change my mind on not only men, but the world of love and relationships. Finally, a person came along who could make me happy and treat me well. I was ecstatic.
I won't go into detail here, but our relationship has pretty much deteriorated. I'm not the same person I was almost a year ago. Granted, some of the changes are good, but I've become a person who I can't recognize. That may sound a little cliche, but really, I don't know this person who I've become and it scares me. In the past I never would have taken so much for one person. I've come to know what love really is. It's a sacrifice. It's a compromise. I've learned lessons and matured farther than I ever thought was possible. But on the down side, I've lost who Sarah really is. Sarah is a person who speaks her mind, isn't afraid of what others think, and isn't reduced to tears by stupidity in a heated moment. I've never had a problem with getting something off of my chest before, but now I feel as though Chris gets upset if I'm upset, and usually the situation gets turned back on me. He refuses to accept the blame ever, and I'm always putting it on myself, which is something else I would never have done in the past. I used to be proud, not able to admit when I was wrong, and would never take the blame for anything whatsoever. Writing this, I recognize Chris's immaturity. Those are characteristics of the old me, the one who refused to see herself as anything but right all the time. I can't marry someone like that.
Another thing, what is a wife supposed to be? There are many different definitions of a wife...someone who cleans, cooks, loves, and is seen but not heard. I don't like that one. The one I prefer is someone who loves and is loved, speaks her mind freely, gives and receives equally, and isn't afraid to live how she feels she is supposed to live. Wake up men! This is NOT the 1950s anymore, and I absolutely refuse to be June Cleaver. I WILL NOT spend my days cleaning toilets, dusting the mantle, caring for children, and having dinner on the table for your commanding ass when you walk in the door at 6 in the evening. In this day and age, husbands and wives are supposed to be equals. That's what I want for myself. I want my husband to treat me as his equal, and I will afford him the same respect. I will not let him be superior to me in any way, shape, or form. I'm tired of being under a man (or boy)'s thumb and in a few weeks I'll find the courage to lift myself out from under it.
Until then...
My silent revolution continues.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
unhappy birthday
Tomorrow I turn 21...a very momentous occasion in my opinion. However, my (ex?) boyfriend does not agree. I don't feel as though I should have to EARN my birthday, if you get what I mean. It was given to me and it is the one day a year where it's all about me. I'm special for 24 hours, and normal people know and respect that. He's not spending time with me on my birthday and doesn't even plan on calling to wish me a happy one tomorrow. Thanks? Yeah...don't I feel special? I mean, it's not like he's a Jehova's Witness or something (no offense if you are). Why is it such a problem for him to treat me like I should be treated?
So many questions, so few answers.
I have to go brief some cases now...
Maybe things will be better, but probably not. The boyfriend (emphasis on BOY) I used to adore now makes me sick to my stomach and my eyes start to swell from crying over his antics. I just don't know how much more of this I can take.
In hindsight, this will probably be the straw that broke the camel's back.
So many questions, so few answers.
I have to go brief some cases now...
Maybe things will be better, but probably not. The boyfriend (emphasis on BOY) I used to adore now makes me sick to my stomach and my eyes start to swell from crying over his antics. I just don't know how much more of this I can take.
In hindsight, this will probably be the straw that broke the camel's back.
Monday, January 12, 2009
a small fee
So I'm back at school as of yesterday. It's not really weird readjusting to dorm life after a month of being at home. It's just kind of noisy. I've got a lot of housekeeping items to do, and no, I don't mean cleaning the room. I just thought I'd say that I'm back in Chapel Hill before I get to the topic of this blog. Now, onto the feature presentation...
As the title suggests, today I'm writing about money. Last week, I decided to put myself into high gear on getting ready for law school. I have to take the LSAT (Law School Admission Test) in June so I can start applying to schools in the fall. Do you have any idea how much it costs to take this test? If you thought the SAT was bad at $45, prepare to be blown away. It costs $127 to take the LSAT, plus you have to register for a database which creates a profile for you with your scores, letters of recommendation, etc for applying to law schools. I'm not sure how much the database service costs, but after taking the LSAT, it costs $12 per report to send your scores with your applications. Add all of these expenses to the various schools' application fees, and you've got a small fortune.
I went onto the LSAC (Law School Admission Council) website to apply for a fee waiver. Of course, it instantly got denied because my parents' income exceeds the limit for possible waived fees. The numbers may suggest this, but let's take a microscope to my family's financial situation. My mom works two jobs, so she's at work from 8:30 AM until 8:30 PM on a normal day. Sometimes she has to work over. At her second job, she doesn't get paid time off so she has to work there even if she has a vacation at her salaried job. My dad broke his foot in November and has been out of work since, leaving my parents' wallets to be much, much lighter. I honestly don't know how they do it. I pay for all of my bills and I currently don't have a job. I'm trying to work on finding one that I'll be able to do with my school schedule. But, since I'm declared a dependent, all of that doesn't matter. The only thing that goes into the fee waiver application is the numbers on the tax forms. After being denied, I appealed it. I'm still waiting on the decision. I really hope they give me a fee waiver so it won't break me completely to apply to law school.
That's my little rant for today. Hopefully we'll find out pretty soon if I have been chosen to receive a fee waiver. It would really help out. Sometimes numbers on a 1040 can't justify what really goes on off the paper.
As the title suggests, today I'm writing about money. Last week, I decided to put myself into high gear on getting ready for law school. I have to take the LSAT (Law School Admission Test) in June so I can start applying to schools in the fall. Do you have any idea how much it costs to take this test? If you thought the SAT was bad at $45, prepare to be blown away. It costs $127 to take the LSAT, plus you have to register for a database which creates a profile for you with your scores, letters of recommendation, etc for applying to law schools. I'm not sure how much the database service costs, but after taking the LSAT, it costs $12 per report to send your scores with your applications. Add all of these expenses to the various schools' application fees, and you've got a small fortune.
I went onto the LSAC (Law School Admission Council) website to apply for a fee waiver. Of course, it instantly got denied because my parents' income exceeds the limit for possible waived fees. The numbers may suggest this, but let's take a microscope to my family's financial situation. My mom works two jobs, so she's at work from 8:30 AM until 8:30 PM on a normal day. Sometimes she has to work over. At her second job, she doesn't get paid time off so she has to work there even if she has a vacation at her salaried job. My dad broke his foot in November and has been out of work since, leaving my parents' wallets to be much, much lighter. I honestly don't know how they do it. I pay for all of my bills and I currently don't have a job. I'm trying to work on finding one that I'll be able to do with my school schedule. But, since I'm declared a dependent, all of that doesn't matter. The only thing that goes into the fee waiver application is the numbers on the tax forms. After being denied, I appealed it. I'm still waiting on the decision. I really hope they give me a fee waiver so it won't break me completely to apply to law school.
That's my little rant for today. Hopefully we'll find out pretty soon if I have been chosen to receive a fee waiver. It would really help out. Sometimes numbers on a 1040 can't justify what really goes on off the paper.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
car wars
I've been meaning to write this post for awhile now, but I've been pretty busy so needless to say I'm just now getting to it :). At the beginning of Christmas break, my mom told me that I was going to have to start driving her car, especially when I go back to school. Hers is 10 years younger than mine and doesn't have all of the problems that come with an older car. Now, let me explain: there isn't really anything wrong with my car. It runs great, it's reliable, and the gas mileage is outstanding. I love it to death. Over the past four years, we've bonded a lot. There are only two minor problems. The first is a squealing/jingling sound when I back up. This is most likely due to a leak I have on my axle and I can get that repaired for about $60. The second problem is an issue I've had since I bought the car. It has a leak coming from an unidentifiable place. It most certainly is coming from behind the dash and in order to fix it, I'd have to cough up $1,500 for a mechanic to pull the dash off and repair the leak. The leak hasn't been much more than a minor pain the butt, but recently it's gotten pretty bad. The whole passenger side of my car is sopping wet and smells of mildew. Last weekend I took it over to my boyfriend's house and he used his shop-vac to vacuum around two cups of water out of my carpet. Not too bad. I then went to Wal-Mart and bought a clear rubber mat to go over the carpet and some Febreze for the smell. I didn't put the mat over the carpet because it needed to finish drying some more. I did Febreze it though. Anyway, the mat still isn't down because guess what? It rained before the carpet had a chance to dry out a little more. I haven't been inside my car since then, but I know that it is freaking wet in there since it has rained really hard for the past few days. Also, there is an enormous condensation build up on the inside glass and I can't see into my car. Blah. I really wish I could get this fixed because I love my car and I want to drive it. I don't want to get a respiratory disease from inhaling mildew/mold though, and I want to be able to see when I drive as well. My car has a tendency to fog up pretty badly because of how wet it is inside. So until that's fixed, I have to drive my mom's car to Chapel Hill and she gets stuck with mine :\. I feel really bad about that because she doesn't need to drive my piece of crap to work everyday. True, she only has a five-minute commute versus my hour and fifteen-minute drive, but something about the situation just doesn't gel with me. I wish there was something I could do, but until I get a steady source of income, I can't trade my car in for something else. Until that day comes, I'll have to battle with the leak and hope for the best.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
happy new year!
So it's only been 2009 for about 30 minutes, but I've already got a complaint (yeah, yeah I know). My dad was too busy watching the last 1:10 of the UNC game to turn the channel so my mom and I could see the ball drop in New York City!!! This is somewhat of a tradition for us and it was really anticlimactic to miss the ball. Oh well.
Happy New Year everybody! Here's to hoping that 2009 will be one of the best years yet!
Happy New Year everybody! Here's to hoping that 2009 will be one of the best years yet!
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