Laundry, According to Sarah

I've come to realize, much to my amusement and probably to my mom's horror, that the little laundry tags on clothes don't necessarily mean what say, at least not to me. As we dive into this Christmas holiday, if you plan on buying clothes, and you enjoy the comfort of knowing your loved one is clean and fresh, you might consider what these tags could mean in the hands of the receiver...

"Hand Wash Only; Lay Flat to Dry": This will never be washed. Ever.

"Hand Wash Only; Line Dry": Eh, a little Febreeze, steam from the shower, it'll be fine!

"Wash With Like Colors": Wash everything you own together on cold.

"Wash on Gentle; Lay Flat to Dry": Wash on Gentle, throw into the dryer but nervously check its progress every few minutes.

"Tumble Dry Low": Huh? ....put it in the dryer. Push the button.

"Hand Wash Only; Reshape and Lay Flat to Dry": This will never be washed.

"Hand Wash Only; Reshape and Lay Flat to Dry" on a Victoria's Secret bra: You bet your bootie I'm following those instructions to the T! Those dang things cost $50!!

"Dry Clean Only": Just don't buy this. You'll be the stinky kid in the room.

The World, According to - Who Else? but - Facebook!

If you haven't visited this site yet, DO! It is hilarious. And, sadly, probably better education than a lot of history classes out there... just sayin'.

http://www.collegehumor.com/facebook-history

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Touched again tonight by the words of a man who is no longer here but left in his place a lifetime of inspiration, determination, courage, and wisdom... a lesson about working harder instead of being a victim, and dreaming instead of settling for less.  If you were confused about all the "hype" when Steve Jobs passed away-- or if you weren't, but still want to hear some powerful thoughts-- here is a video for you.  If you are like me, and not the "video type" but the "reading type," I highlighted a few thoughts below... enjoy.

If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.  Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.


You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.


The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.


Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.  Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. 

Productivity!!

I am the picture of productivity today.

I have been at the library for three hours, and I'm pleased to say....



....I finished my Christmas list. :)

A Devolution of Dress: Side Effects of a Semester of School

Law school uniform, first day of the new semester:
Fun, bright colored flowy shirt... check.
Comfy shorts that show off the care-free summer tan... check.
Happily-fixed hair and make-up, indicating one who is able to enjoy wasted time... check.
Beer in hand, rather than a redbull/ cup of coffee/ crackpipe to stay awake... check.
Legs that have obviously been enjoying more-than-average runs... check.
General air of happiness and fulfillment... check.

Law school uniform, halfway through the semester, just after a law review cite check: 
Clothing a little less feminine or fun... check.
Hair fixed, but makeup submitting to the joy of going to bed at night without having to wash my face (or feel guilty about not washing it)... check.
Smile, whether through genuine happiness, delirium, or habit... check.
Beginnings of "hermit-hood" manifesting itself in use of caps, hoods, or other comfy-disquisers of sleepiness... check.

Law school uniform, nearing finals...
No real attempt at matching (high school hoodie + Burberry scarf = totally fine)... check.
Flatirons/ blow dryers/ general styling tools need not apply, as hair has two styles: wet, and totally completely out of control... check
Best makeup permissible is that which somehow made it from Saturday night to Monday morning.
(And better grab a camera, quick, 'cause that's the best it'll get for awhile!)... check.
Having researched a serious investment in dry shampoo... check.
Forced smile, mostly because the major cheek muscles are sore from being indifferent... check.

Law school uniform, during extended library hours, less than one week before finals:
Sweatpants, size men's small... check.
Sweatshirt, size men's medium... check.
Beanie that is LITERALLY able to make a bum think I'm one of his own and try to strike up a conversation with me (Oh, and if you know how seriously I take the use of the word "literally," then you know how potentially hilarious the story behind that is.) ... check.
Complete lack of hygiene for the day excepting a toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant (Sorry, Mom. But just know we all look somewhat "grodie" at this point. And at least i don't smell.  Not today, anyway.) ... check.
On that note, application of the non-judicial "smell test" to make sure the shirt I want to wear (i.e., the softest shirt I can find) is acceptably clean... check. (Oh, and the ability to sneak in standards like "non-judicial" and to properly use phrases like "i.e."... check.)
General air of indifference... check.
Look of hunger fierce enough to make the partially-cropped doggy from pic # 1 a little nervous... check.
Expression so sleepy/ bitter/ makeup-less it could disturb the visually impaired... check.
So, basically, I look like a cross between Smeagol from The Lord of the Rings, a guy basketball player who's begging to get "pants'd," the pre-makeover "snowbeast" from My Big Fat Greek Wedding, a pro softball player in the off season, and an extra in Girl, Interrupted.

So. now that you know this general air of not-fun stuff, just go away, thanks. (Oops, sorry! Those were my exams talking. Please, stay!!!!) Just..... be warned.... it's bad.
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You should probably turn back. Or scroll back up, WHATEVER, cyber technicallist!
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..Be warned, it is BAD.....
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.and Mom, if you're scrolling down, don't be disappointed...
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and future husband, if you're out there reading, this is totally a "front" double.....
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I actually look like one of the briefcase girls on that show "Deal or No Deal".....
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So just ignore that girl down there...
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Well, not really, but you don't know any better.....
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K, here goes nothing.....
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Anybody want to loan me a piece of cardboard, magic marker, and ridiculously long beard?  I think I've seen some fellas on Stemmons & Inwood that could help me get started in this biz! :) Or just send x-smal softball gloves & X-large batting helmets to my address!

Never fear. A few weeks to go, and it is Christmas time! (You know, where I get the joy of eating food made out of love, lard, and liposuction-inducers!)
Oh, well. At least I meet the requirements to travel on 114 and fill up here. Too bad I still have to find my "dressy" pj's if I want to take a trip to Wal Mart!