I feel like this shouldn’t even be a question.

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Why America is not the greatest country in the world:

I’m not saying we ever were “the greatest”, but this is the most honest thing I’ve heard on television in a very long time.

TL;DR: WORTH THE WATCH

Oh, the beauty of the internet!

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So I wanted to blog today due to the fact that illness chains me to my apartment. I will spare you the details, but your hint is to just imagine what would happen to you if YOU undercooked your Chinese food for dinner last night…………..

ANYWAY, I would like to bring your attention to some of the MOST BEAUTIFUL websites on the internet! (You can view more in this reddit thread that was on the front page this morning.)

Evangel Cathedral *(DO NOT CLICK THIS LINK IF YOU HAVE A HISTORY OF EPILEPSY OR YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO FLASHING LIGHTS)*

The WORST site on the internet

ACTUALLY awesome, useless sites for your enjoyment:

Love music? Love squares?

Garfield minus Garfield

Why no one in Russia is angry about getting a 404 error…

Clean your computer screen here!

This one is for Katherine and anyone else allergic to cats.

Have you ever wondered how long you could stay on a raft with a chicken?

How many 5 year olds could you take in a fight?

A tumblr dedicated to looking at Kim Jong-Un looking at things. (The more pages you go through, the funnier it gets.)

Blast from your past!

Emails from an asshole

Stumped on what to make for dinner? THIS WILL HELP

Better than the weather channel

Colin’s Giraffe

Wishes for your health from the Porcelain Palace,

Sarah

In lieu of coffee…

I’m out of coffee. So how does one stay awake when one is trying to study, but has run out of coffee? One bikes. Biking to nowhere seems really silly, I realize this, but biking to SOMEWHERE would be dangerous with a textbook tied to the handlebars.
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SarahBeth and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

[This is a rant/stream of consciousness post. Please skip this, especially if you’re in a good mood.]

I think I should finally admit something. Aloud.

Okay, maybe not aloud. In print. (Because you can’t put anything on the internet that isn’t true, right?)

The thing is: I’m a freak. I got my driver’s license when I was 21. I’m buying my first car at the ripe old age of 22.

But you know what they don’t teach you in high school or undergrad?

HOW THE HELL YOU GO ABOUT BUYING A CAR.

No one teaches these things, you’re supposed to just figure it out.

YES, I realize people write articles about these things.

YES, I realize that usually your parents buy your first car for you (or at least, they teach you how and go with you.)

But sometimes people forget that sometimes there are 22-year-old young women who sometimes don’t get their licenses until they are 21 and sometimes they have no idea how to purchase a car even though sometimes they get a tax return back that might sometimes be enough to finally afford a vehicle. But not often. Sometimes.

Today was car #2 that was a no-go. I spent $100 to have a mechanic tell me to keep looking. Then again, $100 is cheap for peace of mind, so that was a positive.

Now I’ve got cars #3-5 lined up, but I’m not letting myself fall in love with anything. “I’ve just been hurt too many times!” as they say on reality TV.

But really, our education system here in America is lacking. Significantly. <—- I realize that people say this all the time, for a myriad of reasons and/or complaints, but here’s mine:

Why don’t we have courses in high school that teach you how to function in America as an adult? With the number of kids without parents, with useless parents (for whatever reason), with drug-addicted parents, or the like…it’s a shame we don’t provide more opportunities for them to learn things like budgeting, filing taxes, buying a car, dealing with insurance, etc.

I’m lucky–I have a squad of people trying to help me navigate the used car world.

I’ve got my Matt, his fantastic parents, and my ever-wonderful Grandma. They’re all scoping out the used car lots; taking me to see loan officers, insurance handlers, and mechanics; and giving me plenty of advice and feedback. Because I have questions. Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of questions.

More to come.