Sara sans "h"

1. Katzenjammer is the technical term for the "discomfort and illness experienced as the aftereffects of excessive drinking." (hint: that is a hangover)
2. Monmouth College's slogan is "what college was meant to be." 
3. The boiling point of mercury is 629.88 K, 356.73 °C, or 674.11 °F.
4. I learned how to make eggs in a basket. After one terribly failed attempt that Andrew ate, the second one was quite nice.
5. 30% of employers give MLK day off.
6. Snapple fact #673: turtles can't reproduce until they are 25 years old.
7. My sorority got four awesome new girls in recruitment. Go AlphaSig! 
Bonus learny thing: being in a sorority is just as much fun when you don't have to do the work for recruitment and can just be proud of the sisters and their accomplishments. 

You know how actions have consequences? It is rare that we actually predict those consequences accurately. These consequences are inevitably present, whether good or bad. There is no stopping them.


I have decided to create world without consequences. Capitalism would cease to exist. There would be no more economic crisis. No one would ever get cancer, or gain weight. No one would have anyone dislike them. Grades would be long gone. One could never be fired for making a bad call. Hell, no one would even have to have a job for that matter.

We will all be able to have whatever animals for pets we would like. And when that Koala next door attacks me, there will be no insurance claim the neighbor needs to worry about. And my poor Corgi would want to retaliate, but that would be a consequence the Koala would be suffering, so it wouldn’t happen.

No writers would receive credit for any of their work, because plagiarism wouldn’t be a problem anymore, as it is only a consequence. So really, we would all become infinitely more intelligent because the knowledge of the greats could be claimed as our own. Or I could pretence like I wrote Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling would know, but she couldn’t enforce any kind of consequences upon me. But I also would reap any benefits, as those are consequences, simply with a positive connotation.

And I would be able to wish someone a happy birthday despite my previous actions. Because my previous actions were consequences of his actions. Therefore, my actions never would have existed in the first place.

And the world of this kind of anarchy would have ceased to exist centuries ago. So I will go and eat an entire pan of brownies all by myself, gain ten pounds while not having a Corgi by my side to protect me from the Koala the next door that the neighbors aren’t allowed to have because it is against the law and not collect royalties because I didn’t pretend to write Harry Potter because I would have been sued so bad that my debt from that court case would have exceeded that of my college education.

And I won’t tell you happy birthday.

I meant to write this over the weekend. And then I didn't.
Anywho, first forty-hour work done. 51 (among countless others, but I am thinking the short term here) to go. I already hate Mondays sufficiently more than I did in college. And I really, REALLY, hated Mondays when I was in college. (It's very strange to say that. "When I was in college...When I was in college...I feel old.)
My room (read, Andrew's room) smells like lilacs right now. This candle has turned boy territory into a delightful spring walk. Kudos to the candle and soap shop where my grandma works for producing such a powerful, yet pretty, piece of craftsmanship. Bonus points for the fact that there is glitter that will forever be a part of Andrew's room. Muah hahaha.
On an entirely unrelated note, I started character sketches for NaNoWriMo. I have my two main characters formulating and the third in the beginnings. I also have a kind of working plot in mind. I'm very excited for November.
However, before November comes the GRE. So I need to start working on that little bundle of joy that will enter my life in the end of October, preceded by months of preparation and a financial hit of $160.

According to my site tracker, someone from Omaha, Nebraska, looked at my blog yesterday. Here's a shout out to you, Anna, because I know (read, hope) it was you. Otherwise I have a Nebraskian stalker. Anna, will you be my Nebraskian stalker? The title comes with a certificate!

In other news, in 24 hours, I graduate from Knox College.
In 24 hours, I am no longer a part of academia (until I go to grad school, that is (which I will be doing someday, despite the statistics not in favor of that)).
So what does someone staring real life in 24 hours do? Pack? Watch bad TV? Apparently another big thing is to be drunk?
That doesn't appeal to me. Instead, I am going to go and shake hands with everyone (that shows up) in my class in 30 minutes.
And by shake, I mean high five, because my right hand is still all "itis"-y and can not be shook.

Subway, the sandwich chain, has brought us a lot over the years: an icon of weight loss, a trend of five-dollar meals, and delicious cookies. But the other day, there was so much more waiting for me at the restaurant chain.

I was visiting and helping Desiree move into Northern Illinois University for her first night at school and we decided to hit up Subway for dinner. While enjoying my delicious veggie sub, we noticed three freshman girls and three freshmen boys in line.

They were not there together as a group of six. Rather, they were two groups of three with a gender line drawn in the linoleum. The girls were very interested in said boys. The boys were very interested in said sandwiches.

Because the girls were in line in front of the boys, they were prepared to leave sooner. As they were walking past the hungry boys, one girl asked one boy if they would be joining them on the benches outside, to which he replied with a “Yeah, I guess.” This satisfied the girls, who proceeded to go outside to eat their food.

As the boys were finishing up, I heard one say, “Let’s just sit here.”
The response: “Well, we kind of have to go outside now. Sorry guys.”

An hour later, we saw the group of six walking by Dez’s dorm. It was one of the most adorable things ever and I could already smell the future drama and love triangles the six of them would have over the four years to come.

And it smelled like college.