Cliché, Cliché

Okay so I don't want to seem cliché about listing my accomplishments this year, but I will anyways. 
Suckas.

What I didn't do in 2010:

1. I didn't set new year's resolutions for 2010.
2. I didn't fail all my classes.
3. I didn't get fired.
4. I didn't crash my car or have my hood smashed in a high school parking lot.
5. I didn't throw up.
6. I didn't have blue or purple hair.
7. I didn't drink, even if a certain ginger was determined to help me have a "happier life."
8. I didn't get married (yes, an accomplishment as a 19-year-old girl in Utah).
9. I didn't ever cook hamburger meat. 
10. I didn't get more than one cavity.

What I did do in 2010:

1.  I went to New Zealand and did lots of things.
• I went bungy jumping.
• I went on the world's largest swing.
• I went skydiving.
• I went white water rafting.
• I went black water rafting.
• I planted a lot of trees and killed a lot of weeds.
• I ate shark.
2. I met another Sara that I actually get along with.
3. I got a job.
4. I learned to cook... kind of.
5. I bought my own textbooks.
6. I showed up to a chemistry final on time (one out of two this year).
7. I went on two dates.
8. I ate a fried egg.
9. I watched every episode of Community multiple times.
10. I didn't die.

Whoa, what great accomplishments. I will celebrate by playing Just Dance 2, Tripoley, Sorry, Whackee Six, and a bunch of other games tonight. Also, I will celebrate by eating the equivalent of a rhinoceros tonight.

Oh yeah, I don't really believe in new year's resolutions, mostly because I never do them, so I won't bother you with a list of those.

BONUS:

Things I hope NOT to see in 2011:

1. Sarah Palin. 
2. Breaking Dawn: Part I.
3. Sarah Palin.

Fact: I am more scared of white water
rafting than skydiving.

Black water rafting is fun... and freezing.

His name is Scruffy.

Glacier hiking

Isengard/where X-Men: Origins was filmed

  

I like my roommates.

Cheers!

Ginger beer

My brother has this thing where he always tries new kinds of root beer wherever he goes. I always try it with him, but a while ago I decided to try all the kinds of ginger beer I found.
So, while I was at Allen's today, I found this lovely ginger beer, and my initial face was this:

I then brought it home, where I was super excited to drink it.

A few seconds after the first gulp, an intense burning took place in my throat. I coughed a little and had to swallow a lot. It tasted good, but by golly, there was a lot of ginger in it.

After a moment or two, the initial strong burning dissipates and leaves a slight burning that lingers. Then you look like this:

... and take another sip.

I like this ginger beer, but I'm probably going to stick with Bundaberg next time.

El Fin Del Semestre

After struggling with on-and-off insomnia (I'm not kidding) the past few weeks, I can finally just sleep whenever I want.

Why?

Because fall semester is officially over!

But last night was stupid. I went to bed at a reasonable 12:15 in order to wake up at 6:15 for my Calc III final. No big deal, right? Except my insomnia once again kicked in and I didn't actually fall asleep until about 3:30-4:00 am.

  >:(

ANGRY FACE.

After cooking myself a large and yummy breakfast, I basically ice-skated my way to the Engineering building to take my Calc III test. My Professor actually showed up on time for the first time this whole semester, and he looked positively excited that he didn't have to teach us anymore.

After my Calc final, I was sick to my stomach. I kept thinking about my O Chem final, and about how I haven't soaked in nearly enough material this whole semester. I tried flipping through my notes, but I was so tense and tired that it didn't help. So I flopped on the couch for 10 minutes before I went to my chem final.

Organic Chemistry is a beast.  But I love it. 

At the 50 minute mark, I had done all I could on the test. I was surprised to see "Time Remaining: 1 hour 10 minutes" on the board. I sat around for another 20 minutes to see if I could do anything else, but the girl next to me kept sniffing up her snot every 2 seconds (not an exaggeration), so I left.

And I felt good.

Now I get to make cookies for Malea, who so lovingly helped me with math this semester.

Now....

CHRISTMAS BREAK!!! WHEEEE!!!

This is what happened to my phone

P&P (phones & pies)

ACCIO PHONE!
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No? 


So this took forever, but I'm finally posting the poll results from the last two polls.

There's not much to say about this, except for that I'm with the 5 who said no, it shouldn't be played before Thanksgiving. I'm pretty sure Thanksgiving is still a major holiday, so it really should get it's own special time. You wouldn't skip your child's birthday because you like your other kid and his birthday better, would you?

Favorite Christmas song: O Holy Night

Least favorite song: That terrible, craptastic Christmas Shoes song. It makes me barf.

Ooh this one was just super exciting!

As you can see, the favorite was most obviously pumpkin pie. I'm so happy, because that's my favorite! Let's be friends and eat my mom's delicious pumpkin pie together.

Also, I really like fresh cherry pies. They're super delicious.

I'm not really going to discuss the others, but I really want to know what the "Another one not listed" category entailed. What pies were your favorites that I didn't list? I MUST KNOW!

Ponderings

What is it about my car that says, "hey, just cut me off and try to put an even bigger dent in the hood?"

Why is it that when you put a mom in a minivan, it suddenly becomes a moving death machine?

And why are the most dangerous moms the ones with a visor to match their tracksuit?

Why do you always wear a white shirt when you eat spaghetti?

Why does my phone CONSTANTLY butt dial people ?

Why is Kelsey Barker so fat?

Why do I always think that fat kids with pig noses have a German accent?

Why is it that when you go to Color Me Mine you picture a intricate, fancy piece of pottery that will eventually be worth millions and considered one of the greatest works of art of all time, but what you end up with is a teapot that looks like someone with Parkinson's painted it with a pile of elephant crap? 

Why do chick flicks suck?

Why can't we all have a stash of liquid nitrogen to play with at whim?

Why do I break everything?!

and finally...
Whooooo are you? Who, who? Who, who? Whooooooooooo are you? Who, who? Who, who?

 BONUS: What?

(Screen shot of my computer when I turned it on one day)