Cock Blocking and Other Goodies

These are the recent events that I could blog about:

• How I was cock blocked at Rosh Hoshana 
  
• My crazy photography project that is due on Saturday 
• The annoying high school kids that were in front of me 
• How I lost an entire roll even after outside processing thus setting me back a few day
• I have an eye infection and it's super sexy 
• How my brother is getting married today to Gaylen, I am going to have a brother in law! 

But I am just going to say I leave for New York in one week and so freaking excited it hurts. But I have so much to do in between then and now so you won't hear much from me except on twitter. 

Honest Friday

For the last two Friday's my assistant and I post on the white board what we like to call "Honest Fridays." It's kind of like post secret but just between the two of us and it really helps. This is what my entry looks like:

We're geeks we know, but we look forward to it every week. 

Duh

You know when you find a band and you ask yourself, "Where have you been all my life?" And then when you tell other people about the awesome band they reply, "Umm yea, they have been out for like 5 years. All the cool indie loving peeps love them," and then you feel stupid? Well that just happened to me with the ever cool Indie Canadian band Stars. OMG, I heart them so. 

Rabbi Update

Found Rabbi, he is this cool guy who apparently can rock out on the guitar and has a Palm Treo which he e-mailed me back on. All good signs. However, he spelled my name with an h, ah the elusive h. But that's how it's spelled in the Bible (btw is the capitalized, I bet it is) so I guess that's how he rolls. Anywho, left a message with his assistant and waiting for a call back to meet with him. Exciting times for me.

Random Things I Have Learned This Week

1.Have you ever heard of giving someone a Cosby Sweater? OMG so gross, please click here if you have never heard of it http://tiny.cc/SCIDr

2. I'm not pregnant, not that I ever in a million years thought that I was, I just had to take a test in order to get my depo shot since I was 23 hours late on getting it.

3. I can somehow loose band aids. If found, please come find me.

4. My boss J, has learned that dancing=picking up chicks at bars. We call it fully clothed foreplay.

5. I forgot how bad cramps hurt. So painful being a girl sucks.

6. That getting all four of my wisdom teeth is going to be cheaper than expected.

My New Theme Song

Damien Rice - Woman Like A Man lyrics
I need a piss, Wanna hate,Fuck it up, come.
My love, Each and me,Keep your teeth, wrong.
You’ve lost me,You caused meYou taught me a million
Whip backWalk me to,Stupid fool
You wanna get bonedYou wanna get stonedYou wanna get a room like no one elseYou wanna be richYou wanna be kitschYou wanna be the bastard of yourselfYou wanna get burnedYou wanna get turnedYou wanna get fucked inside outYou wanna be ruledYou wanna be fooledYou wanna be a woman like a man like a woman like a man
A woman like a man like a man like a woman like a man, you like a man.(I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)Woman like a man woman like a man like a woman like a man woman like a man(I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)A woman like a man like a man like a woman like a man, woman like a man(I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)Woman like a man like a man like a woman like a man like a man(Really wasn’t worth the ride)
Need a hitWanna waitSuck it up, cum
My love, Each and me,Itchy feet, run
You reach meYou bleach meYou teach me a million familiar
Whip backWalk me toStupid fool
You wanna get bonedYou wanna get stonedYou wanna get a room like no one elseYou wanna be richYou wanna be kitschYou wanna be the bastard of yourselfYou wanna get burnedYou wanna get turnedYou wanna get fucked inside outYou wanna be ruledYou wanna be fooledYou wanna be a woman like a man like a woman like a man
A woman like a man like a man like a woman like a man, woman like a man.(I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)Woman like a man like a man like a woman like a man like a man(I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)Like a man like a woman like a man like a woman like a man, like a man(I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)Woman like a man woman like a man like a woman like a man like a man(Really wasn’t worth the ride)
[Instrumental]
Oooooooooh oooooooooooooh
You wanna get bonedYou wanna get stonedYou wanna get a room like no one elseYou wanna be richYou wanna be kitschYou wanna be the bastard of yourselfYou wanna get burnedYou wanna get turnedYou wanna get fucked inside outYou wanna be ruledYou wanna be fooledYou wanna be a woman like a man like a woman like a, like a man
Like a man like a man man man man man man man man man manLike a man man man man man man
Like a man
Like a man like a man like a man like a man,(I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)Woman like a man like a man like a woman like a man like a man(I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)Woman like a man like a man like a man, like a man(I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)Woman like a man like a man like a man (Really wasn’t worth the ride) (Really wasn’t worth the ride)
Woah oh like a man like a man like a man like a man(I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)Like a man like a man like a woman like a man like a man(I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)Like a man like a man like a man like a man (I’ll get a cheaper ticket next time)A woman like a man a woman like a man like a woman like a man like a man oooh(Really wasn’t worth the ride)

Song lyrics  Woman Like A Man lyrics

I Know It's Been Awhile, but I'm Glad U Came...

Current Theme Song: Britney Spears "Break the Ice"
For reasons unknown to me this is my current jam

Today I became a boss, I have someone working under me. How crazy is that? Lil ol' me a boss with better pay and less work to do. Insane

23 is Looking Sweet

First post at 23 and I'm already slacking, oh well let's just say 23 is off to a running start that is pretty damn good to say the least. I don't wan to give away too many details, cause we all know I don't kiss and blog, but unexpected things have happened in a great way.

On Saturday night Liz and I went and saw SATC, which was really good by the way. If you didn't watch the show though I don't really know how into one would be, ya know? However, Liz and I are avid fans and considering SATC was my saving grace for oh about 6 months in 2007 it was nice to check in with the ladies who kept me occupied in my loft.

After the movie Liz and I headed to Q bar to meet up with some work peeps and we ended up meeting this kick ass girl, she was super cool. I drank way too much too fast and as soon as I knew it, I was literally falling to the ground, dizzy, and out of my mind. Thank G-d for Jacob and Liz who took amazing care of my birthday drunk ass, even if I did end up sleeping in my smelly bra and jeans throwing jager up and proclaiming to anyone who would listen, "I'm NEVER DRINKING AGAIN!"

So yea my 23 year celebration was fun of what I can recall and it has only gotten better when the world stopped spinning and I was able to eat and keep anything but water down. Ready for some fun pics though? I am!

These are the super hot shoes I got from Llama and promptly began to fall all over myself in. So pretty!

Me and Liz before I got really sloppy, I know it isn't the best pic ever but it's the only one we have.

So there you have it kids, I would divulge more info but we know who reads this blog and that would just give them more than they should know currently. Everything is new and still trying to find it's course and I really don't want to jinx it. And who knows I may tell the world what is really going on and then *poof* it may go as quickly as it came. But I will say it brings a smile to my face daily and that's all that counts right?
Lots of love and good karma to all...

Reflections Aren't Quite What They Appear

I feel really spacey today like I could just float away out of my body at any given moment today. It's quite strange.


My birthday is fast approaching and I just keep thinking about my last birthday where I go too tripped out for my own good and ended up bawling my eyes out on my bathroom floor in a mass of disgusting loneliness and self-misery. I consider this my rock bottom that I needed to hit last year and to be honest I think I am still on the up swing from it, not full recovered still feeling the tiny rippling aftershocks.


Twenty Two was an ok birthday, much better than my 21st where I took a Chemistry test and went to school, but after Liz left to go back home to Phoenix I just kinda lost it. It hit me how really alone I was and it was from that moment on I got my ass into therapy just so I could breath again. And my G-d did it help. I dissapeared from the life I knew, lost my job, changed my phone number, and pretty much lost touch with everyone except Liz and my family only because they wouldn't let me.


And here it comes again, my birthday on Sunday and while I'm looking forward to my 23rd year I just can't seem to break through my expectations of where I thought I would have been and where I am currently. I thought I would have at least thought I would have been on my first year of medical school with someone to love me. For reals when I was little I thought 23 was old but most days I feel like I'm still 17 trying to find my place in a big ocean called life. But then reality comes into play that I'm a senior at UNM studying Art History and have many classes like OChem and Physics to take before I can take my MCAT. Damn you super hard test to get into medical school.

Fuel to the Fire

I have been trying to compose this latest blog entry for the last week with no progress. Too much stuff on my mind to really wade through and make into a somewhat logical flow. Last Friday I crashed my car on Paseo and that sucks ass. But oh well cars come and go.

Work is good, it's either feast or famine, and the boys I work with make me laugh my ass off all day. And I'm super thankful for my education on comic book movies and how retarded girls are.

Let's see what else....oh yes the elusive Adam is back in town and for the first time today we conversed via text. He wants he jacket back blah blah blah. Same old story, he hates me I'm a bitch. Now I'm just waiting for him to get wasted and call me a cunt then the circle will be complete. Maybe I'll see him this weekend, but it is my birthday weekend and we can't have any stupid boys get me down Adam and Cameron included.

Speaking of Cameron, I had this very emotional post that I was going to post a few days ago, but didn't due to the fact it was 3 in the morning and I tend to not make the best editing choices at that time. But we are better, if there was ever a we, and I'm not being a complete bitch to him all the time anymore. But he always defaults into wanting to fuck me and that's just never going to happen. I know I'm to blame cause I add fuel to the fire so I guess I should expect it. But I'm so much more than that nowdays and sometimes he just doesn't get it. He has no idea how much I have changed and grown over the last year. But we all need closure, right? Or to kick his face in, either one will suffice. I just proposed a dance off over g-chat to settle our differences and he wasn't taking it. Oh well.

So my birthday is Sunday, but I'm going out on Saturday. All I know is Liz and I are going to go see Sex and the City and then I'm going to go out, drink, and dance in Nob Hill or Downtown depending what's going on. I got some hot Coach shoes from Llama so there is places to go and boys to meet- or at least dancing to be had with my GFs.

That's all I got right now, but I must be getting back to work.

Green Office Carpet is Sexy

Look what I got!

oh sweet yoga shorts, I heart you so! 

Where Have I Been?

I have come down with a massive head cold that is only made that much worse with this season's allergies. I feel like crap and the only thing that makes me feel better is to drug myself up with lots of generic dye free anti histamines. Ahh the bliss. 

On a happier front I have got two A's and two B's so far as posted grades go. That's fun. And this summer I am going to take tennis in the morning (I'm talking early 8 am) and maybe French at night. I have to see what is going on. 

I was going to go back to yoga tonight, but the head stuffyness won over and I went looking for my shorts and realized they reeked like cum. So let's just say I need to buy some new yoga shorts online before my ass can get back into class. And yes those are the only shorts I like to wear in yoga, they are perfect and no I will not find something else to wear. 

I haven't spoken with Adam in almost a week. We were fighting like angry Humming birds and then I got sick and the last thing I wanted to do was to call Adam and have him scream at me because it sounded like so much fun, ya know? 

My office is a mess, my house is a mess, my life is kinda messy (but happy), and I have no motivation to get off my ass and help. 

Tomorrow I get to get blood taken for a battery of tests. I'm so excited. I am going back to bed. 

Finals Makes Students Loose Their Pants

So I was in my Art History II class taking my final, which I think I kicked ass on, and in walks in this guy (whom I have never seen before) in his boxer briefs and a beater with slip on Vans. I looked around to see if anyone else thought this was as wacky as I did and no one looked shocked by it.
I know UNM is a huge campus with thousand of students so I see some strange shit everyday like the guys who repeates the ten commandments over and over in various parts of campus and the Native American who dresses up in UNM lobo basketball clothing and sings off key Christmas songs, but for real they don't go to class they just hang out. But this guy goes to class like this. It would be like me going class in boy shorts and a sports bra.
It was so strange.

Sat-ur-day

Location: Office with Taylor doing "work" (really downloading songs from itunes)

Time: Too late, like 6:50

That's all I got at this current moment in time. Tonight I'm going downtown to bid a fine farewell to Ryan. I'll be back with pictures later on tomorrow. Hope you are all having a good weekend!

"Instert Title Here"

It's Friday people and I'm still not caught up from last week's festivities. Oh well.

In three weeks I leave for Chicago, Washington DC, NYC and Boston. It's going to be on crazy expensive baseball/art trip for Adam and I. I'm so excited cause I'll be in NYC for my 23 birthday, which is exactly what I wanted. So yea let's hope that I get my ducks in a line and make this actually happen or else I will cry.

I go a raise at work, so that's cool.

I got nothing else today, I'm in sugar shock after eating three cupcakes.

Last Day of April

So yea, it's Wednesday and I am currently freezing my ass off in my office as I type this. It's beautiful outside, glorious, and why do people insist on turning the air down to 65? Weren't we just bitching two weeks ago how freaking cold it was outside and then you go and bring the outside inside? I'm just asking. If I was in charge it would be 80 in here and I would have a window or something too, but I'm not in charge, yet, and my suffer in the fridge known as my office. Oh well I'll just get another sweater from my car making it my fourth layer of the day and suffer making files and spreadsheets.

Today is Administrative Professionals Day, which is what I am along with many unpleasant G-d awful names that Jason likes to call me on a daily basis, and I didn't get anything from either one of my bosses. That kinda sucks. I bet they don't even know there is a day where you give flowers to the chick who runs your life and makes sure your bills get paid.

What else? The Starfizzle guy in Zimmerman, to whom I go to daily, spelled my name wrong even after I said, "Sara S-A-R-A." Then what does he go and do? He puts a G-d forsaken H on my name which I had to stare at for the duration of my Starfizzle experience. Here is the evidence:

It's not the best picture since I was running my ass to my 20th Century Photography lecture that had started, but you can see it, the elusive H. I hate that H. That H made me get my passport denied twice because of my two legal names Sara Diane and Sarah Diana (I go by Sara Diana just to stick it to the man).

What else? Oh I have new people following me on Twitter, which is oh so fun, and it makes me feel like someone wants to sit with the new girl at lunch. And on a random side note, the day I changed my picture on MySpace I got 14 new friend requests. That just shows you what a new haircut can do for everyone.

Let's Call This One Monday

Adam:"This is why we don't date because you up everything up on the Internet."
Me:"I don't put everything up on the Internet." Runs to Mac ProBook and begins blogging...

Yea so Adam is in town now, I picked him up this afternoon and we have hung out since. I just dropped him and Jude off at his parents house and now I'm off to Sunflower to get more wine-a Riesling, a whole pineapple, and a bag of charcoal for our dinner tonight. But first Kat and I are going to the gym, cause you know that always hepls before, then its off to drink and stuff our faces.

More pictures to come from drunken fajita night at Casa de Kat and Cliff and you know there is debauchery to be had. So excited. Good thing I don't have to get up until 10:00 tomorrow morning.

Operation No Jiggly Ass

Cliff: "I'm German, so I know my chocolate."
Me: "Well I'm Dutch, so we smoke pot."
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So much to talk about, where to start?

I woke up with a hunger for a cheeseburger like no one's business and dying to listen to Dave Matthews Band. It was quite strange.

I ran around like a crazy woman today for work and have finally gotten to my desk to do my actual work and it's almost 5:00 and I have four hours of crap to work on. Hip Hop is just going to have to wait for next week, hope my group doesn't kill me, but one must pay the bills although all I want to do is go to the gym.

While sitting in Bank of America for the good portion of two hours today to do a wire transfer that took five minutes, I wrote the following on Sven:

And they both smiled at one another like they both have some secret membership into the low hanging ta ta club. Gazes were meet with a simple smile saying to one another acknowledging that yes our boobies do hang low and although there are many wondrous advances have been made with over the shoulder boulder holders in the last five years, we choose to have non perky boobs. Its our stab at woman's lib and our fat husbands like it!

Mean I know but if you had seen the six, count them six, women in a row who need immediate help in the boob department you would have said something too. I almost want to stage an intervention to help humanity. Please shoot me if my boobs ever look like that.
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Operation No More Jiggly Ass has finally commenced last night Kat went to the gym for the first time with me. To my surprise this Nazi trainer side of me came out and I kicked her ass. I would be screaming at her, "Give me three more!" she would finish and I would make her do a wall sit. Great fun. I'm sore all over though too in our great gym effort but it's all ok.

Adam Adam Adam, where do I even begin? Him and I have know one another since the good ol' days at the Pot and have since rekindled our friendship and it's really nice having someone to talk to about life that is not girl related. He calls me buddy and it makes me blush like a school girl and tells me I'm pretty. But he texts me in the morning-at the risk of sounding like a loon, it makes me feel special that someone, anyone, wants to speak to me since it has been months since anyone has even wanted to talk to me. Tuesday I spent upwards of seven hours texting with him back and forth, I mean I have never done that with anyone much less Adam whom I have known for years. But part of me feels guilty maybe it's cause I don't think that I deserve to have someone to talk to in some demented way but it feels really nice.

Anyway, he will be in Albuquerque on the 21st of this month for a week and I just hope that it doesn't end up like the David disaster of March 2008. But truth be told I'm anxious and excited to see him in person and have since decided that I need a manicure and pedicure along with a MysticTan. We are making plans, not dates we are not dating, to hang out next week. I'm going to take him out to dinner one night and I think that it will be super exciting.

But the negative creeps up and I fear like I'm giving him too much at times not letting him chase and this one, like all the rest, will end up in flames smoldering like California with nothing but time to extinguish them. I am making myself too available, telling him too many secrets sober, and giving him what he wants-I need to stop this addiction to the attention that has only been going on for a few days. This why friends don't let friends have constant access on their Blackberry to boys who like to text back. This is why I have been on a boy break because I give myself too much and forget who I am. Plus the last one turned out gay so....

Blurry Eyes

Can you believe it's Sunday already, which means Monday is just around the bend and the cycle begins yet again. No fun.

Let's see what I can remember about this weekend. Friday night I went to the gym after work, which was a true test of if I wanted to go because a special event was going on and parking was no where to be found. But I made it and did my three miles along with my "circuit" leaving me to feel like a bad ass. After that I went to go pick up Ryan from work (and waited for him for almost two hours) and while I was there I saw my boss, J, with these two young girls who instantly looked me up and down in my nasty gym clothes and gave me the dirtiest look I have gotten in awhile. I just laughed knowing how much shit he was going to talk about them when I saw him next. Sure enough, I saw him Friday night at two in the morning and he proceeded to tell me about all his exploits of the evening. Stupid girls.

Saturday I worked at the salon and had to listen to all the prom girls, giving me a headache and putting me in a foul mood. I got into this funk after that which was unshakable for hours after. Nothing could cheer me up, even seeing Liz didn't make me feel that much better. The only thing that worked was sleeping it off. Maybe I'm hormonal or something. It was not fun. The only fun thing that happened on Saturday was Angie playing with my hair resulting into a cool up-do.

I know it's not the best picture and don't you love the Blackberry shadow.

The other isn't so hot either, but hopefully you get the gist.

Now it's Sunday and I have been at work since 11:00 am and it's just now turning four, doing spreadsheets and payroll that is due tomorrow. My head is hurting and my eyes are getting blurry. Then at 7:00 I have to go and finish working on our Modern dance thing and all I want to do is go home and sleep the rest of the day away. Oh well, things must be done.

Random Question: Have you hear the Once soundtrack? It's fantastic and if you haven't seen the movie you should definitely do that too.

Back to the Spreadsheet I go.

Naked Sara

Barista: What can we get started for you?
Me: A Venti iced soy vanilla latte
Barista: Awesome! Can I get a name?
Me: *looking around the empty Starfizzle* what?
Barista: enthusiastically- Can I get a name?
Me: *still looking at the empty Starfizzle* Sara with no h. I'm a naked Sara.
Barista: *looking caught off guard by that remark* Sara....naked

A few minutes go by, Starfizzle is still empty
Barista: I have a venti soy iced vanilla latte for naked Sara

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I just ventured out of my office for the first time to make a deposit at the bank.





Mental Note: Never go to the Bank of America in Uptown at 4:00 on a Friday to deposit cash, it's super busy (duh smart one) and you might get shanked. PS why are all the signs in Spanish? I know we are in New Mexico where half the streets names are Spanish but there is only one teller that actually speaks Spanish and we are in one of the nicest part of Albuquerque....



After that I rewarded my self with a small piece of heaven. Behold the almighty Starfizzle...
Do you like how my stapler is placed beside it so you know that I'm actually doing work, not just sitting in my office eating Madeleines contemplating life.

Now I must be getting back to working only one more hour than I am free to go to the gym!