like white people, but better

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqWPvU7APfg

A conversation I had today with a potential employer made me realize just how much I've been putting this off. "This" being my path to fame and glory, i.e. a blog. And a twitter account. Here's how it went down:

me: "Yes I have a facebook. Uhh, I'm not sure, let me check...917 friends. No I don’t have a blog. No, I don’t really use twitter. No, I’ve never designed a web page before. RSS what?"

After getting off the phone I realized... I mean, I've been depriving the world of my talents, my every passing thought...good god! What have I done?!? But it was pretty peculiar that, the next day, one of my professors commented on an abstract I'd done for the class. She asked me if I blogged, and thought I could get a following. (Little does she know I often think of funny blog posts I could write in her class...)

At any rate, I felt that the universe was trying to tell me something.

I think I've put it off so long because of my intense fear of criticism. I felt too uneducated, too young, too whatever to participate. Those days are over. Because I’ve realized that no matter what you do and no matter what you say, people are going to disapprove. You can’t please ‘em all, but you certainly shouldn’t let anyone get in the way of expressing your thoughts, opinions and ideas with the world. So here I am.

Deal with it.

good one

Her exact words were,

“Sarah, you could have me at knife-point in the middle of the night and I’d still be so excited to see you. I want to live with you until the day we get married. Not to each other. Unless, you know, you want to do a sort of sister-wife type thing. I’d be totally cool with that.”

my mom probably loves me less than your mom loves you

amy: "my mom tells me I need to tone down my personality."
me: "my mom tells me I need to change my laugh."
amy: "my mom says I should hide who I really am."
me: "my mom tells me to be myself, but not all at once."
amy: "well...my mom put my name in the temple."

it's official, amy's mom loves her less than my mom loves me.
zing!

I'll know he's the one when I'm more scared of losing him than I am of being with one person for the rest of my life.

I know that it's february and therefore way past the accepted time frame to make new year's resolutions, but I just started this blog today and figured it would be the perfect way to reveal to the public just how embarrassing my life really is. some are more serious than others, so don't take these too seriously.

Goals:

Incorporate more swear words into my everyday vocabulary.

Learn all the lyrics to E-40’s “tell me when to go” (1 verse down, 2 to go)

“Ghost ride the whip”.

Ghost ride the whip with my boyfriend.

Get a boyfriend.

Graduate with a 4.0.

Become president of something. Anything, really. but not BYUSA.

Get 3 different internships this year.

Run a 10k. wait…is that less than 10 miles? then run 15 miles. or a half marathon. or whatever.

Read 3 more David Sedaris books (I just can’t get enough of this guy).

Meet and befriend Bee Money.

Figure out what I don't want to do with my life, thereby finding what I DO want to do by process of elimination. which should only take about 30 years.