Just Call Me Lydia

Tensions are running high in Duvall right now.

Men have fallen. I don’t know how many more will make it through the night.

No one can be trusted.

Basically, we are playing this dorm-wide game where we are given a target to assisinate with a squirt gun within 24 hours.

For every person you assasinate, you get someone’s old target until you are the last one standing.

I was doing so well. I thought I made it to the next day.

Until I got taken down 10 minutes before the deadline of the first day.

Walking out of the bathroom.

Rookie mistake.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, excelling in college is much more difficult than in high school.

But then I remembered that:

And everything was okay again.

So remember those words of wisdom

The next time you have a lot to get done.

Or your inborn rights to a dry face.

Are desecrated in your very own bathroom doorway.

Anyway, I have an exciting weekend ahead.

I just need to fake my way through two classes and I’m as good as gold.

I have a lot more important and clever things to say.

But Cara and I need to watch friends.

She just walked in the room.

Wearing her Moses blanket.

Keep it Real

Sara Nicole

You go, Glenn Cocoa!

If you were to ask me if I felt bad about how long it’s been since I have updated you on my life,

The answer would be no. I only feel a little bad.

I’ve had classes to attend, essays to write and episodes of Friends to watch.

Oh, and Kristin (neighbor) learned how to say pilot in Spanish

I wasn’t impressed. I had faith in her all along.

This past weekend I teamed up with some Warren girls to find a regular church to attend.

We stumbled upon a quaint little service where the pastor liked to lead us in a chorus of Disney music, make us fill out note sheets, get really angry and snap his fingers and say things like ‘hey you, eyes on me!’

And hey now, there isn’t anything wrong with that.

But lucky for us, we had a good laugh out of the ordeal.

Can you believe I’ve already been here over a month?! I can!

Can you say more Monday night pilates?! I can!

This translates to Emily and I dressing in 80’s attire and prancing around for the rest of the night in our outfits.

{You like that Jenna Osbourne?}

We felt like we were 12 walking out to the HUB get our Coco Puffs in our pigtails.

We are in fact 19.

Which brings me to my next point:

Jubiliation Jazz!

I’ve started a Monday night jazz class. It reminds me of how much I miss dance.

Whitworth is like all of my favorite things wrapped up into one location.

Did I mention I love it here?

I mean, say what you will about Whitworth.

You might think we’re all fun and games.

But it’s when you get notices like this in your student mailbox:

{One night of heavy drinking can impair your ability to thinks abstractly for up to thirty days.}

You know we mean business.

Keep it Real

Sara Nicole

p.s. I have my first real live game of intramural frisbee tomorrow. So far I’m 0 in 0. That means I’ve never lost.

Community Congregation Cornucopia Carrots

Why hello. I didn’t see you there.

Today I stumbled upon a beautiful day at home sweet Whitworth.

It was a quite conducive to frisbee and outdoor studying.

Don’t believe me?

{oh hiyro little worm on my Western Civ notes}

And in case you were wondering.

I have gotten really good at frisbee.

Like for real. Look out kids.

This is Cara and I on our first day of school:

And this is us today.

Sometimes in life school kills you.

Not really. That’s just us doing pilates in a 4x4 allotment of space.

It was all fun and games until Cara decided to join me.

Then it was a lot more fun and games.

Don’t ask why we didn’t move to a more spacious arena.

We make the rules. And we follow them.

Keep it Real

Sara Nicole

p.s. I promise that in the not too distant future I will write more than the random fragments of my life. I have the inspiration, but as of now, my normal human brain power is directed toward college.

Three Cups of Tea and a Traveler’s Mug

The third weekend of college.

Let me walk you through it:

Step 1: shower parties. so fresh. so clean.

Step 2: dorm hopping- n. the act or acts of a group of people moving around to every dorm on campus to experience the local “prime time” flavor.

Step 3: ultimate spoons, tortilla making, piñata creations, guacamole etcetera etcetera.

Step 5: chick flick friday. the highlight of every week.

Step 6: homecoming. we won!

Step 7: morning hiking with Kristin Hopper. So nice we did it twice.

Step 8: phone call to mommy. WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH MY LIFE?

Step 9: churchy pie.

Step 10: bakery and frisbee with the ladies.

But mostly I just did homework.

Oh, and recreated this gem:

With these gems:

{Paco, Vu-Doo, Rucas, Panda}

It’s certainly not too early for those nicknames.

Keep it Real

Sara Nicole

Quick quick slow

This morning I awoke from my slumber and decided:

Hey! it would be a great day to build a community in the greater Spokane area.

Lucky for me, that is precisely what we did today.
In fact they loaded almost the whole school into buses to go build us some community.
It was almost like making new friends.

In my case, that meant doing some sorting at Goodwill.

You know, learning how to seperate the dalmation figurines from the Chinese acrobatic plate spinners.

But most importantly, it meant no morning classes. hazzah.

Oh, and the bus driver backed into a truck in the parking lot. But he still doesn’t know it.

So overall, solid Community Building Day.

But that’s not all.

Tonight I got to rekindle my love with salsa dancing.

And delicious Mexican food.

All those hours in my basement with my Spanish class learning to merengue and mojito really paid off.

Although, tonight was no comparison to the time my Spanish class friends and I drove two and a half hours to a salsa festival and embarassed ourselves in front of all those pro Dominican salsaers.

That did, indeed, actually happen.

On that note:

Two girls with minimal skills seeking frisbee team.

Keep it Real

Sara Nicole

Crying over spilled pasta shells

This weekend I went camping in the Northern Cascades with eight other Whitworthians.

{this photo courtesy of alina}

We had nicknames like Jiffy Pop, Wilder Woman, Jay Tay, Twisp, and Pretzel Whore.

Although, it may be too early to start using them in real life. Never stopped me.

It was more than exciting to actually leave campus and see some of the city that I live in.

We learned that people do exist other than college students and professors.

Oh, and it was really pretty and stuff.

I think the most important thing to take away is that, in general, bread on people is, like, funny.

It was strange to be pull back into the Whitworth parking lot and be “home.”

But, a good strange. It feels like home here more and more everyday.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, Duvall had a nice time at their pod party.

And there is laundry to be spun, homework to be done and "virgin pinecones" to outrun.

Fun.

Keep it Real

Too True to be Good

In case you were wondering.

These are the steps to doing laundry Whitworth style.

1. Walk to HUB.

2. Buy $3 laundry card.

3. Add extra for the actual laundry

4. Walk back and realize that laundry now costs $1.75 a load.

5. Walk back to HUB to put more money on laundry card.

6. Go to ATM. Withdrawl minimum $40.

8. Add $1.50 for on campus ATM.

9. Wait in line at info desk to get change.

10. Watch acapella group.

11. Buy $1 granola bar at café after info desk rejects your change request.

12. Put money on card again.

13. Walk to McEachren Hall on other side of campus for change.

The machine rejected your $5.

14. Get correct increments of change.

15. G0 to back HUB.

16. Correctly put money on card.

17. Do laundry.

18. Repeat.

That’s right. $7.25 for a load of laundry.

I’m glad I got that off my chest.

But, I am waaay excited for camping this weekend.

K.I.R.

SN