Life of Sass: Only to you Sara, Only to you.

As anyone who knows me well knows, there are certain odd and random events that only happen to me. This week, several such events took place. I have six classes this semester. Between Tuesday and Thursday I had six midterms. If that's not bad enough let's throw in a sinus infection and a newfound immunity to omoxicillian. Now, I am a firm believer in the concept of immunity. For instance, I swear I become immune to certain shampoos, deodorants, etc. which is why at any given time I have ten different brands of the same product. I swear though, I am not making it up! There's a method to my madness! Okay, but I mean come on. I've taken this medicine millions of times for my multiple sinus infections (thank you for passing that gene down, dad!) and it had to fail during midterms week?!?! It couldn't have failed the next time I get a sinus infection??? So, I go to Campus Health last Monday in hopes of getting drugs quick and into my system so I'll be better for midterms. And by Wednesday I feel so much worse I literally cry on the bus. I hate crying in general, so tears in public you know its bad. So after much time on hold, leaving messages, feeling like I might die... the doctor finally calls back and gives me new medicine! Thank you ghetto 24 hour pharmacy down the street! So, I'm finally feeling better-ish and didn't fail midterms. But anywho, here's some of the random things that have happened to little, old Sass.

The Cat Tran:
So there's this really convenient bus that drives sleepy students all around the campus. Now, everyone is always talking about how nice the drivers are so the first day I ride it I'm stoked to see what the fuss is all about. I'm totally stoked to ride the bus, I don't have to walk 3 miles to class and I can eat my poptart. So each bus is labeled a different color and has a different route. Not knowing this little tidbit, I get on the green bus and ask the driver is he goes near the mall (the grassy one!). He literally barks at me, "I go by the frat houses!" Oh perfect, just where I wanna go at 7:30am. Okay, so whatever I decide I'll just get off there and walk the rest. I open my poptart and before I can even take a bite this grumpy, old man shouts "NO EATING!" Keep in mind I am the only person on this bus. No need for shouting dude. So I shove the poptart back in my backpack and wonder what guidance counselor suggested this man become a bus driver. Not even a minute later the bus driver looks in the mirror and yells, "You're not still eating right?! Because I will pull this bus over and make you sweep the whole thing!" Ohhh my bad, I wasn't aware we were going to be punished like 3rd graders throwing spit wads on the bus. Needless to say, I got off the bus like that very second and will never ride the green bus again. Now when people say that there's only one mean cat tran driver, I know exactly who they're talking about.

Okay, my second cat tran experience. I'm sitting in a aisle seat and we stop at a really crowded stop. So I scoot over to make room for people and somehow manage to cut my elbow on a bus window. There's blood on my arm, my shirt, and no one even sat next to me. Really? I'm bleeding from a bus window?

Alright, now onto art accidents. Being an art student, knife related accidents are quite common. I somehow manage to never get blood on my projects (knock on wood). So the other day I'm working on this collage project and my elbow starts to sting. I look at it and notice its sitting in a pool of blood on my hideous faux marble desk. Apparently I was so deep in concentration I didn't realize I was resting my elbow on my exacto knife. So for a week I walked around with bandaids on both elbows and had to explain my freak bus window accident and my air head knife fiasco! I wonder if I will be this accident prone when I'm 40?

Okay, now this story is just plain weird. Courtesy Jessica's mom, I have been sleeping in these cute, little pink ear plugs. 1. Because my sketchy neighbor likes to pick up girls at the local middle school and hang out with their squealing, giggling butts all night. 2. My suite mate's normal speaking volume is louder than me and Alyssa talking about Matt Damon. 3. I have been ridiculously sick. So the other morning I wake up and one of the little ear plugs is not in my ear. And no one on earth will guess what happened to it. Apparently, it fell out of my ear, flipped off my bed, rolled down my sloped floor, and underneath the gap in the front door and onto the balcony. Ohh of course, why didn't I think it would be on the balcony. Next time I lose something I'll check there.

Alright, well since I'm on one of my little Sass rants I might as well get it all out. Back to the immunity thing. I seem to be immune to normal people of the male gender. (Either that or they're like extinct.) In the span of 7 days these are some of the creepers I've dealt with:

Facebook message from creeper #1:
Isn't your name the name of a porn star?! Here's my number cutie, let me know where you go for your 21st!

Um. No thankyou.

Alright, here's my favorite. I needed a ride home from working on a project. So, I got a ride home from my partner, a guy in my class. So, we walk to the parking garage. I see an old, sparkling orange Chevy truck with rims bigger than my tires. It's maybe 3 inches off the ground with blue lights underneath it. Can I just say when I make enough money to buy myself a truck it will be completely opposite? As in, jacked up and tires bigger than myself? So I get the front seat and the guy proceeds to buckle me because "most girls can't figure it out". Um, vomitttt. Anyone who knows me knows I despise when people (especially boys) tell me I can't do something. I can run, drive, and shoot a gun with the big boys so don't you baby my butt. As if this guy isn't far enough away from my type already, he's maybe an inch taller than me. And if you haven't guessed already... we don't exactly go together 'culturally'. So I make it home safely, moral of the story-spend the extra dough to get a parking pass by the art building.