True Love Means Not Letting Your Significant Other Wash Dishes With a Mr. Clean Eraser

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Choosing between buying groceries and paying my electric bill was a rough decision, along with selling my gorgeous white xbox 360 skylanders edition for a something close to the cost of dirt. Since I’ve been choosing to work at a job I love rather than working for money, I have been washing my dishes with yes, Mr. Clean Erasers, because it’s just what I had available to me. My lovely boyfriend had noticed this, to which he responded by reading the label on the box.

“Contact with skin can cause abrasions and ulcers.”

Oh, I guess I shouldn’t be using this to clean what I put my food on, if I had any. But I continued to use it, regardless of the consequences of Mr. Clean. Bring on the ulcers and shit. You gotta do what you gotta do, man.

Until yesterday, while studying at the small coffee shop I love until midnight, writing a paper about being a big, African man (I just assume if I was black I would be big, take it as a compliment) for my African culture class, when he disappeared into a campus shop, returning with water because he was bound and determined to flush away the cold he had, and the holy grail – a sponge actually used for washing dishes. Can you believe that? Sure, he is a little older then me, and has been on his own way longer than me, so we share the common love for house hold items, but this sponge just made him seem a thousand times more attractive and beautiful because it meant that he cared.

Little things that make a relationship mean everything. So, men, true love means not letting your significant other wash dishes with a Mr. Clean Eraser. Value that little tid bit from your lovely blogger here. I know first hand.

Happy washin,

Sarah

You Know Its True Love When You Make Your Mac And Cheese The Same Way

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I was doing dishes in the kitchen when my boyfriend announced that he liked it when someone made mac and cheese the way he did, after I handed him a cup of it. My mouth was full, and I would normally disregard his far out there statements he generally makes after doing two hours of homework at one in the morning, but I motioned my hands for him to elaborate. “You put a little more butter in it then it calls for, but not too much, and you put less milk in it. I like it, it’s just how I make it.” All I could do was giggle, and write about it later. So here I am, while he’s listening to some British song about destroying a sweater across the room from me, doing math problems.

All I can think of is you know its true love when you make your mac and cheese the same damn way.

That’s right, you heard me. I’m tired of the whole opposites attract or I like him because he treats me like I always have to chase him bull shit. You want a good relationship? Find someone who makes mac and cheese the same way. Find someone who is interested in what your favorite color is, or how you like your coffee. Find someone that wants to know how you like your pizza so at midnight when you’re having a stressful study session, he’ll show up at your door with vegetarian pizza and cheese sticks. Find someone who likes the same music as you so when you take long trips to finally meet his family you can sing along together in the car. And if the sex isn’t mind blowingly good, well… you know where it ends.

Never settling is the only way you will ever meet someone completely compatible to you. I mean, I know you have to travel through miles of bull shit before you even figure out what you like or what you want in life, but when you do find that person, the person who makes mac and cheese the same way you do, don’t mess it up, because he’s a diamond in a world full of stones.

Happy lovin,

Sarah

Vanilla Iced Coffee, 2% Milk, Lightly Sweetened Please

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Since I switched over from my final year of nursing to starting all over in psychology and mathematics, I will go to my core seven lecture, psychology 119, and then take a break by going into the university book store and buying an iced coffee. Today, I also discovered sea salt caramel gelato, which after I tasted it, I wondered why I missed out on it my entire life. I wandered around the store, when I stumbled upon the art section and a list of what you needed to buy for Art 101.

and my heart sank. I thought about getting a bachelors in Psychology/Mathematics, and staying an extra year and getting a minor in Art. There are so many things I want to be, and its hard for me to distinguish hobbies from actual jobs. The truth is, I just want everything, and the absolute best out of life.

My advice for today is if you are unsure about a decision you are going to make in your life, jump. For me, I jumped into salted caramel gelato and art today. What’d you jump into?

Happy Jumping,

Sarah.

I Want To Call This An Epiphany But Really It’s Just Another Annoying Post About Love That You Shouldn’t Read

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I decided to nap before work today, which lead to me not giving a crap about how I looked that day, which lead to me wearing my glasses and throwing my hair up, which lead to me being late for work, which lead to me running into my very first boyfriend, who coincidentally held the door open for me and proceeded to introduce me to his new girlfriend and their family. Can anyone spell awkward?

I tried my best to avoid them the two hours they were sitting in section six, hiding behind my lovely Keith, who was another host at the bar. He was conveniently tall for some short girl like me in hiding. After they all left from what seemed like they were celebrating someone’s birthday, I went to clean up their table, where I saw his plate of cake with just the frosting on it. I sighed a little deep inside, since six years ago, as a freshman in high school, we always shared cake because he liked the cake part and I ate the frosting part. I sort of stared out the window, thinking about my life and how it had changed.

One significant question popped into my head thereafter; I had heard once that you never stop trying to create the first love you’ve ever had. I thought about my old high school boyfriend, and then all the boyfriends after that, and then I thought about my current boyfriend. The only conclusion I could come up with was what a bunch of romantic horse shit that was.

The only think I would create from any of my old boyfriends is… oh wait, absolutely nothing. I would not wish to be loved, or love my current boyfriend the way I thought I felt for any of those pieces of trash.

I also pondered the idea of loving more than one person, and regardless of what anyone says, I think that you can only really, truly, passionately love one person your entire life. I do only have a twenty year old brain, therefore I lack in the experience department. But, from all the times I’ve sworn I’ve loved, I know nothing compares to the feelings I have currently for the man I’ve waited my entire life for.

Is that too much? I feel like screaming this epiphany out to the entire world, because its an extremely realistic thing I’ve been battling in my head for the longest time. Hey guys, my name is Sarah and it’s 2 in the morning and I have to wake up at 7 in the morning and I’m drunk off love and life right now.

Okay, goodnight.

Sarah

Go to the Store To Buy A Dress For A Party, Come Home With Groceries & Candles

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and that is my life. The adult life I oh so dared to jump into a the age of 17 years old. Almost three years later, and I still have yet to master or enjoy. The horrific word “budgeting” is just not in my vocabulary, and the need for adult stuff like bananas to go in my pancakes and hangers to hang up all my clothes is becoming drastic. What can I even say? Money is the most difficult thing I’ve yet to master, and its something a lot of people will never ask for help, but stress over constantly. 38 hours a week, $7.25, can’t pay my rent. Neither can my art, so I’m completely in debt.

but writing is free! So here I am, sitting in my studio apartment with my lovely mut, writing. Writing poems, writing this, writing anything until I feel better. That’s how it should be.

and my advice to you, is that to stay young for as long as possible. You have a lot of years looking forward to growing old, so go play. Join a sport, or a club, be involved. Seriously.

Happy living,

Sarah

I Slept With My Contacts In

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and that’s how my day started. It’s rainy, gloomy, and I even broke out the scarf for today’s adventures in this 50 degree weather. Sitting on the bench at a small, private catholic college, after attending a lecture about poor African’s and their AIDS problem, I’m waiting to walk into my discussion group where I am sure we will talk about something completely irrelevant and intelligent like Catholicism and birth control. Professors who have their doctorates degree and have no idea how to direct a discussion group have no right to be teaching.

I am surrounded by people wearing jerseys because today is apparently Jersey Day at the good ol Joe. Perks of being a commuter is you never get the memo’s; bulky scarf and striped shirt it is.

I want to write about an intelligent observation I made today with all the college kids and how much listening I do, but the only thing I can really say is I made new friends which is something incredibly hard for me to do, and I get to come home tonight to my lovely other half, which will probably be the best part of my day.

In a cold day filled with test anxiety and unsureness about the world and your state of being, make yourself some vegetarian chili, load it with cheese, make some hot chocolate, and snuggle; that is the best advice I have for everyone living in north west Indiana today.

Happy snuggling,

Sarah

My Very First List of Firsts

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Here I am again; I should be writing all about how climate change impacts the environment and studying last minute for a test that I have tomorrow in the morning but my mind will not shut off. Here I am, contemplating as much as my mind will let me on this Sunday night at 8:16 pm.

I have always been a writer. In third grade, I wrote multiple short stories about butterflies, and finding friends, and whatever magical worlds a 10 year old comes up with. Now my writings are a little more realistic, and very painful to be completely honest. I typed in How to write your very first blog in the google search bar, when I realized I had two very genuine tips on how I write about anything.

First and foremost, always write clear and concise about the hurt. I write about the hurt because not only does it clear my mind of whatever is making my stomach twist into a knot, but I also do it because I want everyone to feel less alone in this world we live in.

Secondly, in the words of Ernest Hemingway, write drunk, edit sober. The best stories happen during the twilight hours with all the wonderful people you run into in the bathroom or on the street or dancing. For whatever reason, I always tend to rhyme better after I down a bottle of wine anyways. I appreciate honesty at its deepest core – be brutal or go home.

Two very simple ideas will lead to something either incredibly interesting or boring, regardless,  you will always find someone that agrees with you, that disagrees with you, and it will bring people together. So, write about the moon, write about love. Write about the first time you saw your child, write about the first time your heart broke, or in my case, write about the first time you wrote your very first blog. Bookmark it, keep it safe, and never forget. If you are interested in seeing the world through the eyes of a Sarah, there will be more to come.

Happy writing,

Sarah.