High on Stilts

Says Cara to me 10 minutes ago: Are you going to like blog about this now?

Me: NOO! I don’t blog about everything in my life CARA!

So I am not going to tell you about the European Heritage night we just attended.

Or the Sweedish game where you throw large sticks at large blocks.

I am bomb at the Sweedish stick game.

One more of the thousands of skills I have that no one will ever need ever.

I mean sure we don’t know anything more about Europe.

But my writing professor told me the other day that Sara is the most common name at Whitworth.

And I can’t just be another number.

Silly, Cara. She doesn’t know anything.

EAT MORE BEEF

Sara Nicole

More than algebra and folk songs.

Sometimes in life, weekends are great.

Like this one for instance.

It began with a bike ride into the city with a good buddy.

We treated ourselves to some World Market, smoothies and good conversation.

And stumbled upon this sunset.

If that doesn’t look fantastic, I know what does.

The fuji apples I bought at Greenbluff’s farm this weekend. mmmm honey.

It also included some of this:

and this:

and lots of other important things I can’t remember.

Then later, my freshman seminar had us all over for "fall food” and games.

What could be better than a vicious game of catch phrase with 12 of your closest friends?

And by closest friends I mean one of my floormates and some other people I kind of know.

Oh and I rearranged the room already.

Now I have a nook. I’ll leave you with that.

Keep it Real

Sara Nicole

No, you’re a willy chicken

There are two important and unexpected developments from the past ten minutes:

1. I have coined the nickname “Indian braid hair” for Cherise.

2. Cara is trying to print a test and her printer is instead printing pairs of pears.

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Keep it Real

Sara Nicole

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