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TMI

So I set a goal when school started. It wasn't an obvious beginning of school goal like:

  get a 4.0

  study X amount of hours a day
  be on time to class 

  form a study group

  read the chapter before class

  balance my time etc

  

Although those are all things I would kill to do this semester, the most attainable short term goal I could make for myself was to............drink more water.

You got it. That was my big goal.

Well guess what, I have completely attained that bad boy. Since August 22 (1st day of class) I have had approximately 5-6 water bottles a day. I grab it in the morning, and I drink and drink and drink. It helps that I have a huge water purifier right next to my desk at work, and that there are "water bottle filling stations" all over campus. Anyway I just am really into drinking water. 

Which poses a problem.

I ALWAYS have to go to the bathroom. Always. I go probably 3 times at work (5 hour span) and before and after class usually. Its getting out of hand. While sitting at work I consciously think to myself, 

"it looks like I just left, maybe I can hold it a little longer so its not noticeable that i'm going again." 

Sorry Brooklyn Foster, that you have to wait for me constantly. And hold my book/papers/food/WATER BOTTLE. 

Sorry to all if that was a little too much information...

Push Me Over, Its Easy.

For over a year now, my eyes have bothered me. Just your typical activities, playing a board game, looking at the computer, taking notes in class, driving etc, seem to give me a headache right behind my eyes. I've thought to myself,  "Well gee, that's probably not normal. I should probably get my eyes checked" for quite sometime. So finally, I went to the eye doctor this summer. Weird, as it turned out glasses are needed for the exact activities which caused my eyes pain. Who on earth would have known? (me, I had an inkling.)
About a week later, my dad, Jane and I, went to pick them out. I was way too indecisive but got it narrowed down to a few pairs and decided to bring back Paul and my mom, see what they thought.
A few days after that, the three of us went in.
Paul, unknowingly, told me that each of them were his favorite. Apparently he saw no difference. He left after about ten minutes.
So there we were, me my mom(T) and the eye glass lady(Shannon).
I had it narrowed down to two pairs, that looked pretty similar, when she pointed out that one of them fit my nose bridge a lot better. I didn't know what a nose bridge was exactly, but I knew I didn't want anything not fitting it. I became paranoid and "realized" that those weren't comfortable and they hurt my nose...on the bridge. But it helped make the decision. So fun, I had picked a pair of glasses.

But wait.

T: "Oh Sarah, did you see these ones?" (referring to a brownish greenish tannish pair)
Me: "Yeah those are out. I already eliminated those."
T: "You should just try them on."
I try them on.
T: " Ohhhh those are so great. Wow. You should get those. I would totally get those over the other ones."
Me: "What? Really? Me and Jane decided they didn't look great."
T: "Oh I think they're perfect. In fact now that I think about it those other ones are pretty trendy and black kind of make blonde hair look green." (that might be an exaggeration...but it was something to that effect)
Me: "What? Alright guess I can't get those now."
T: "No I mean you can, they look fine. But these... oh boy, these look great."
Me: "Really? I don't love them."
Shannon: "I totally agree. Those look great on you. I'd get those too. They look way better with your hair color and everything."
T: " Well do what you want. You can get either one."
Me: nothing
T: "Man I can't get over how great those look. Also she's a professional, she might know what looks good."
Ten minutes later.
Me: "Fine."

So. I got the ones I didn't want.  I'm a push over, OR i'm oblivious to eye fashion.
For the record i'm not bitter towards my mom. She was just trying to get me to make a decision. Otherwise we would have been there for a few more hours, because I can't decide anything. Ever. So she was probably just being realistic.
Anyway now that school has started and i've realized that I pretty well need to wear them all the time...in class to see the board, and at work to see the computer screen... i'm wondering if I should have gotten a pair I liked. Because really, i'm still not sold on them. And now they're quite apart of the wardrobe.
Also sometimes I don't even know if they help or not, because my eyes still hurt 85% of the time.
Soooo perhaps the inkling wasn't right after all. I'm just going to be one of those girls with a headache most of my life. Which according to Paul, is every girl.
But the moral of all of this is, I need to become less of a push over and make decisions better.

three in a week...

thank you a. child for getting me started.

Bunking Cousins

Maeby: I don't get it. Why do we have to change rooms?

Lindsay: Cousins of the opposite gender shouldn't be sharing a room.

George Michael: But that's just the point. I mean, we're cousins. You know, gender has nothing to do with it. Cousins can bunk together. That's why they call it "bunking cousins."

Lindsay: They call it "kissing cousins."

George Michael: We're not kissing. That's the point.

These are most of my sweet little cousins we just spent a week with in Lake Tahoe. 

I love them more than George Michael loves Maeby.

 photos courtesy of juneyb

Patience Iago Patience

It's really rough but...
I've got to get through three hours of the singles ward today. Good luck to me.  

Desire for Dairy > Desire for Clear Skin

The other day Jane came into my room after a face/skin/acne appointment and informed me that our dairy intake is most likely causing a lot of our pimple problems.

I drink a lot of milk.
I have a lot of zits.

Guess what I just did? Popped a big old white head and drank a glass of milk. I guess the information didn't really sink in. And I'm not sure it ever will. I love milk too much.