IT IS FINISHED

The semester is FINISHED and now it is time for blogging and reading and writing and coding-for-fun and Netflix and video games and sunshine and swimming and taking dogs to the park and grilling and no mayo please and tanning and burning and peeling and flaking and FUN.

I wanted to take a moment to give a shoutout to some of the reasons I got through those last 3 weeks of this semester:

1. A big thank you to CURE-EGG. You make waking up in the mornings possible.

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2. I’d like to thank this fellow here for keeping me on track as my wallpaper when the lure of “fun internet” became so strong.

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3. To all the “OH-GOD-PLEASE-HELP-ME-CRAM-FOR-THIS-FINAL-EXAM-I-SWEAR-I’LL-NEVER-SIN-AGAIN-IN-MY-LIFE-IF-YOU-HELP-ME-PASS-AMEN” playlist curators at 8tracks.com, thank you so much!

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4. I wanted to thank my dog, Raven, for putting up with hours of her owner sitting on the floor, nose touching the computer screen, fingers hammering out code. You are a good dog, we’ll go to the park all summer and I’ll let you roll in the mud.

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5. And finally, I’d like to thank all my friends and family for still liking me, even after not seeing me for 2 months because I’ve been cooped up in my lair working on projects and tests.  You guys are the best.

LET THE SUMMER BEGIN. 

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TATTOO

So, bucket list 2013 is fully underway and Sunday I got to cross off a big one: GET FIRST TATTOO. (Please ignore puffy, tired eyes….I was absurdly hung over all of Sunday thanks to A GOOD FRIEND, SHELBY!

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NEXT UP: GET MY FIRST CAR

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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.

You are AWESOME, but you are not invincible.

So as some of you lovely (and in this case, NAGGING) readers already know, I am currently a walking cliche. I am 22, a college student, and I don’t have health insurance. Shocker, right? I’m FINALLY getting around to looking for/learning about/cursing at/despairing over the hows&whats&whos&wheres of the insurance industry, having finally convinced myself that the whys were worthwhile.

health-insurance Here’s where I really need some advice though, WordPress. Where do you get health insurance? Where do I start? Being on a family plan is not an option, and I’m not yet at the point in my life where your job gives you health insurance packages. So what next?

As a dedicated and devout Webist, I’m going to start googling and see what I can come up with, but if anyone has any suggestions for a clueless little girl  THE WORLD’S MOST PROACTIVE AND DETERMINED ORPHAN then, by all means, leave a comment here. Any bit of advice is greatly appreciated!

-Sarah

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So I was feeling gross and depressed today–probably a combination of nasty weather, February holidays, and a giant coding project that I really should be working on–so I went out to the store and bought the following:

COFFEE (“Wide Awake” single servings for the Keurig)

Milk (for coffee)

Sugar (for coffee)

Bobby pins (wouldn’t want my hair falling into the coffee…)

And HAIR DYE (because when I get depressed, I do drastic things with my hair….see my previous post about cutting off 12 inches….)

I’m about to use this fancy shmancy Precision Foam Colour (WITH A ‘U’, BECAUSE IT’S JUST THAT FANCY!) by John Frieda to dye my hair “Dark Caramel”….which is also coffee related, just saying.

I’m hoping for something Natalie Portman-esque, but I know that’s not how these things tend to work. Still, a girl can dream, can’t she?

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I’ll follow up with pictures in an hour or two.

Edit: I don’t think this is going to do anything (my hair is so naturally dark) but I LOVE this hairstyle!

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Discussion #2: The $10 million game.

So I usually ignore most of what happens in my Facebook news feed, but I actually spent 10 minutes on this picture:

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What would you do?