Also...

this made me laugh :]

Sassness.

Yesterday I embraced my Sassness. For those of you who haven't seen Me, You, and Dupree, please watch it immediately. 

It's a verb. It's a conjunction. A preposition. It's a philosophy. A way of life. It's your name with "ness" attached to it.

Now please look at these feet I drew and some other funny pictures I found.

Advice.

Okay, so I have some advice for anyone who is about to enter college.

1. First and foremost, ALWAYS wear flip flops in the shower. Even if its just you and your roommate and Lupita cleans your shower every week. I learned this lesson my freshman year and yet again my junior year.

2. People selling things that involve contracts around campus are NOT your friends. I repeat NOT YOUR FRIENDS. They are as close to Satan as a salesman will ever get!

3. The gym, however, IS your friend. You will eat like crap, accept it.

4. If you cannot afford to pay for a lovely, even tan and do not want to damage your skin anymore, DO NOT use spray tan from the store. If zebras were orange and tan, I would fit right in.

5. Do not wear flip flops everywhere. Your feet will look and feel like death.

6. Invest in some ear plugs, just incase your neighbor fights with her boyfriend into all hours of the evening. And just so you know, a slap in the face in the next room is quite audible. And there's nothing like the door slam that follows.

7. Beware of who knocks on your door. Every once in a while it will be your friends, but there's some other groups you never want to answer the door for. First, The Jehovah's Witness and their portable dvd players. BEWARE the dvd is at least 25 minutes long. Second, RA's. They very often will use every tactic except physical force to get you to come to events in the dorm lounge (such as transgender education and watching the movie Milk). Third, the maintenance man. Don't even bother opening the door they'll just come in anyway.

8. Do not live in a building that sends you an email that reads, "The air conditioning and heating system will be out of service until mid-April. Sorry for the inconvenience." Because that just sucks!

9. Don't forget your roots. It's easy to get caught up in the crazyness of college. But don't forget the people that will be there for you no matter what: your family!

Here's some pics from the A's visit.

miss my big bro!

G looks ridiculous!!

Sixth grade smile!

Okay, so the day it randomly snowed, I wake up and my dad says to me, "I left the snow on your car because I thought you would want to see it." The fact that my dad even considered cleaning it off for me was like the nicest thing I have ever heard. AND he knows me so well that he knew I would want to see it! Mom, you got a keeper!

YAY having a SWEET camera!

Aiden the little chef! lol 

College Kids

So U of A has this thing in the middle of campus affectionately known as "the mall". It's this giant area of grass in the middle of campus where kids can play frisbee, football, run around, sit, tan, and do pretty much whatever they please.

Look how pretty! So today I discovered I no longer have access to this long stretch of grass. Over spring break some very opinionated, very obnoxious college students decided they were going to go purchase a bunch of chain link fence and completely block off the mall. Why did they do such a thing you might ask? Because they disagree with anti-immigration laws. So they are showing us what it feels like to be kept out of somewhere we like.
Um.
As far as I remember, I am legally allowed on the mall and it doesn't cost U of A billions of dollars for me to step from the concrete to the grass.
I can't even explain how retarded I think this is. First of all, the stupid fence adds an extra quarter mile to my walk to class since I now have to walk around it. Second, I am a big fan of the fence idea. Just not on my mall. Down by the border would be nice, like Jurassic Park style.

Anyways, I'm not much in the mood for political ranting. However I have some recent fail pictures.

Haircut Fail. Way to forget the top of my dog's head, PetCo!

Art student fail! Way to dirty up the Mac with charcoal, Sass!

H&M fail! Yes, H&M is literally selling furry tails that you clip onto the back of your jeans. I even witnessed someone wearing one at school.

Oil change fail! Not only did they rip me off by charging me 40 dollars, but they even put the stupid reminder sticker on as sideways as humanly possible!

America fail!

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Spring Break.

Oh my god spring break has officially started and I have to go home. There is just soooo much about my dorm I am going to miss.

I'm going to miss watching the cob webs attached to my popcorn ceiling move swiftly in the breeze from my hair dryer.
I'm going to miss waking up to my neighbor, the aspiring musician, and his beautiful drum playing.
I'm going to miss receiving a noise complaint for my country music while my drumming neighbor plays on.
I'm going to miss having to use the biggest space in my room for drawing, my twin size bed, and thus sleeping in a pile of eraser dust.
I'm going to miss sleeping on my vintage mattress and feeling the sturdy metal bed frame through it.
I'm going to miss the gallon of milk outside my neighbor's door sending out its wonderful aroma for all to enjoy.
I'm going to miss the colorful bruises that appear on my back after doing abs on the thick, high quality carpet.
I'm going to miss waking up on my way to the floor as a roll off my tiny bed.
I'm going to miss running a free, quality car service for everyone in a 3 mile vicinity.
I'm going to miss the spider I vacuumed up who miraculously made it up three flights of stairs and graced me with its presence.
I'm going to miss the wide variety of fast, fattening food that I never get sick of.
I'm going to miss dodging the appetizing sausage McMuffin spread over the stairs with shoe prints artistically imprinted in it.
I'm going to miss the friendly troll waving at me in the underpass.
I'm going to miss practicing for my future career in a traveling circus as "The Amazing Contorting Woman" while shaving my legs in the ever so cozy shower stall.

How will I ever survive this spring break in my parent's beautiful house? Why do they have to have a full size bed just for me? And how dare they have actual food and a kitchen? Throw in a shower that I can actually fit in and we have a recipe for disaster. And the lounge chairs for tanning, the cute dog, and the floor that doesn't turn my feet black, what is a girl to do?

Please pray I can survive this break in such conditions.

College Student vs. Art Student

Monday night. I get ready for bed, take some Tylenol PM, and hop into bed. I watch one show on tv since the Tylenol hasn't kicked in. I start yawning during the show and must finish it. After about five yawns I know I've made a big mistake. I missed the window. If I'm not asleep after the fifth yawn, it's too late, the PM part of the medicine has passed and I missed the window. My mother thinks I am absolutely crazy to believe in such a thing, but it's true. I proceeded to toss and turn in bed until around 3:30am. Well thank God, Tuesday is my late start day, I don't have class till 11. So it's Tuesday morning and I am peacefully enjoying sleeping in when disaster strike.

Two words college students NEVER want to hear.

Knock Knock. "HELLO MAINTENANCE."

You have got to be kidding me. Must you change my crappy air filter to another crappy air filter at 8 in the morning. 


So, I'm in bed in my underwear nonetheless due to the fact that not enough residents got their lazy butts down to the office to sign the petition to get the heat turned off! So the door unlocks (how safe is this by the way? If any creepers out there want a buffet of girls to creep on BE A MAINTENANCE MAN). So I scramble out of my bed half awake and burst into the bathroom to safety.

Why is the shower running? Ah crap. I am a terrible suite mate. 


I apologize to my suite mate for barging in on her in the shower and explain to her that there is an 18 year old maintenance boy in my room. She is immediately annoyed given our other experiences with these little gems of repairmen. So I peak my head out with a towel around me and the weirdo tells me he is almost done. So he finishes in my room and heads to my suite mate's room who also answers the door in her towel and proceeds to tell him to "get the hell away". I can only imagine what he thought of both of us talking in the bathroom. Awkward!

Speaking of awkward, being an art student is sometimes quite awkward. I recently got an email that said because U of A's internet is public, people can often see what you search for. Great. So between my google searches for "how to cure insomnia" and "how to ship an ex-boyfriend to Mars" one might see things like "Fat girl's torso" or "Muscular male chest".
Please don't think I am a total creeper. These are things I am MADE to draw and I need a reference. But let me tell you, I usually have to mentally prepare myself before using Google Images for anything art related. The things people put on the internet. Dio Mio! Another awkward thing about being an art student, carrying the supplies! I have a huge art board that I carry to class with me on the two mile trek to the art building. So, days like yesterday when we had HURRICANE WINDS are not very pleasant. It is basically like carrying around a sail and one day I may take flight. Okay, one last awkward thing about being an art student then I'll shut up. We use things like sticks of graphite or charcoal, both very messy. So what I have learned this year, do not take a normal class that you have to rush to right after a messy art class. You may show up looking to class like this without even knowing.

So even though my classmates might think I'm a chimney sweep on the side, I still come up with some decent drawings!

Oh and here's some pics of the random snow!

Hahaha the tipping cactus.

Weird Day.

Monday morning. I’m supposed to meet my friend in the union at 8:00 to review for a midterm we’ve been cramming for.

8:15. Crap. Sara, get your lazy arse up.

I throw on some shorts and race to the union. K, so there’s this weird lady that I swear is stalking me. The first time I saw her was in the underpass like two weeks ago. She looks SO MUCH like my ex-boyfriend’s mother that I literally sprinted away from her after seeing her for the first time. The second time I saw was again in the underpass at a completely different time than the last time, so she’s not on some kind of underpass tour schedule. So being that today has been a really odd day, of course I saw her! She either has a mad crush on me, is psycho, or sensed my fear of her resemblance to the devil’s mother. She gave me a creepy little smile and a wave. So I ran away from her again. I have heard rumors of a troll that lives under our underpass so if it’s true I’m just going to assume it’s her. So I finally make it to the union and since I ate my last bag of popcorn for a balanced dinner last night I was pretty freakin starving.

Need bagel. Make it snappy sleepy fellow wildcat.

Ten minutes later I had coke and a knock-off Bruegger’s bagel. Since I was already 25 minutes late meeting my friend I headed straight for her table.

“EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!”

I hear a very angry woman yelling at some poor sap in the union.

“EXCUSE ME!!!!!”

I turn around to look at the angry grump.

Ohhhh, I am the poor sap. I forgot to pay.

Now that everyone is staring at my sleepy, embarrassed self I walk back over to the little ray of sunshine I’m supposed to pay.

Oh here, here is my three freaking dollars for this crappy bagel. I know this three dollars really affects this university and especially the quality of your day sitting your large rear-end on this stool while other kids pay three dollars for crappy bagels.

So I pay and my friend and I walk to class for our midterm. Let me give you some background on this class. Roman art history with an old man teacher with an even older cocker spaniel that attends the class everyday. So we sit down and the test is handed out. Our weirdo teacher decides to let his decrepit little dog off his leash to wander around the class. Let me just say it’s a little tough to concentrate when an archaic, hobbling dog is sniffing your ankles. And it’s not like I could shoo the thing away, I literally think its elderly little bones would just snap. Alright, survived midterm. I head over to my next class, “Many Ways of Being Human” where I proceeded to play MahJong on my phone while my teacher babbled on about not eating meat or basically enjoying life in any way. Bored as ever and finally something exciting happens. Four cops burst through the door and say they need one of the students.

Oh my god, I paid for the freakin bagel!

So the cops proceeded to take some scrawny, smirking kid out the door. Most exciting thing ever to happen in this class. Wait. Only exciting thing to ever happen in this class. So, a few minutes later the cops come back in and want the kids backpack.

Oh Lord, please don’t let me die in this class if this kid has a bomb in there. At least let me take my NATS final so memorizing useless moon phases and light wavelengths won’t be a total waste.

So the kid and backpack disappear and no one explodes. Next class.

Astronomy. I watched the Inconvenient Truth for the seventh time in my life. Vomit.

It’s so close to Spring Break I can’t even concentrate at all. My brain is completely and 100% full.

P.S.

I made it into U of A's design program!

DO WORK.

Here is some of my work that has been consuming my life for last few months! As my amazing brother said, "the pictures don't do it justice." Hopefully that's true :]