The Sarah Project: Day 25

I'm sitting in the main library on campus, waiting for a study room to open up. It has come to the night before another Organic Chemistry test, and I am as lost as a PC user on a Mac. Even typing the letter c is making me cringe. Carbon, oh Carbon, please just stay in slices of chocolate cake and leave me and my little life alone.

But, no. Instead I have chapters of work and reading and sifting and scrounging and I'm stretching to understand. Why am I taking this class? One - its required for a Biology major. Biology, a thing I love. Two - its required for Med School and Pharmacy School, two things I may end up doing. Third, well, I want to prove that I can do it. Really. I have a B, which I'm proud of, but this class is one of the only classes that has me believeing that I may just not be capable of an A in it. And that, my readers, is unbearable. So we will see. I will study. And I will not procrastinate next time. Spending an entire night in the library is not my favorite thing to do. I assure you.

Oh and, my boyfriend makes me so happy - I will tell you all about it later.

To the STUDYING!

Goodnight,
Sarah

The Sarah Project: Day 24 Halloween Party

Had a halloween party. It was fun. I didn't know a lot of people - a lot of my roommate's friends. It was still fun.

Now I have tests and school and cleaning.

Chao.

Sarah

The Sarah Project: Day 23

If I actually wanted to put a status on my facebook right now, It's be:

Sarah Buterblog heard you make a joke about her while she was sleeping, because she was indeed in her apartment. So... Maybe I'll just go home cause I'll be sick or something over this, right? Lols...you are so funny. You call yourself a Christian, when all you are is a grudge holding meanie. Well stop poisoning my friends. I have apologized immensely for whatever it was that I did to make you hate me so much, and now I'm just starting to think I'm your blame-it all-on person. Grow up. And I must have been wrong about you - if you care way too much about what people think of you, you wouldn't be such an asshole, because it makes you look bad. But since you are, you must have been right about that one. Oh and !&* (name), I'm going to leave the judgmental grudge part to my Jesus, because I'm over it, yet again.

Doesn't writing just make you feel better?

Sincerely,
Sarah