HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

As most of you know, I made the journey to Lubbock this weekend for the second annual Halloween/Dina’s B-day extravaganza. I have loads of pictures to show you, but I don’t want to overwhelm you. Having said that, I am going to only introduce you to the cast of characters on this post.
These are the good folks that I partied with:

First up,
Looking like we came straight out of the pages of your high school history book:

From left to right:
Dale “the Duke”, Sarah “Cleopatra”, Dina “sexy Musketeer”, Danny “Jack the Ripper”.

When I first met Dale, I thought that his name was “Duke.” The guys thought this was pretty funny so the nickname stuck. I hope that explains his costume to you. IF not, then perhaps you should have your cognitive skills tested.

We also had Cody “the priest” with us


And Landon the nun,


A couple of bikers


Jeff who came as “Jeff, the 20+ pounds lighter version”, or “Jeff, the Broke ass Rapper”.


Jacqui the Pirate


Leslie and Terry a.k.a. “Jack Tripper and Chrissy Snow”.


I will be posting Halloween pictures and stories for a few days. Come back and see what happened to the group as the night progressed.

“you know you wanna find out all the gossip”

This Final Picture is me at the exact moment of when I got a “buzz”.


Ya’ll come back now!

Is gradschool hell?

For the most part….yes, yes it is.

Last night, I studied until 11:30 (3 hours at starbucks and 1.5 hours at home). They kicked me out of starbucks at 10:00 because they needed to shut down. The friendly starbucks guy sent me on my way with a free cup of coffee, so I can’t complain much.
Today I woke up at 5:40 to start my day. I wanted to get my ass out of bed at 5:00, but the snooze button had some kind of magnetic like pull over my hand forcing me to press it over and over again. Because I got up late, I had to forgo my morning shower. Gross, I know.
I am just being honest.
I got to campus at 6 something and began to study some more for the test I had to take at 2:00 in the afternoon. At 8:00, my first class began. We watched blues clues for the first 20 minutes.
I am not kidding.
After that class, I studied for another 1.5 hours and then went to my next class. We went over the neurological development of the embryo. Then, I had a two hour break and guess what I did? I STUDIED. I also ate two cookies and they made me sick (because I have not had much sugar lately) Finally, it was time for the test. After all of that studying, there was still a question on the test that I did not really know the answer to. What’s a gal to do in that situation?
She bullshits her way through an answer, that’s what.
After the test, I had one more class. We went over sound waves and the formulas for figuring out resonant frequencies for an open ended tube. Fascinating (yea right).
Class let out at 4:30 at which point I went to the clinic to revise a treatment plan, create a lesson plan for a therapy session, write progress notes on a previous session, and watch a video and score responses of a previous therapy session.
I got home at 8:00.
The sad thing is, this is not an unusual day in the life of Sarah the graduate student. I still have to plan activities for tomorrow’s group therapy. I just can’t do it tonight. My brain says “Noooooooo MA’AM!”
So instead, I am drinking a beer. Maybe two. I have not eaten since my cookie fiasco. I am not even hungry. Maybe that is because I have had a latte and 2 diet cokes throughout the day.
K, I am done now.

How do you like your eggs?

You are sooooooo lucky that I have a test to study for today. If I did not, then I would not have an excuse to procrastinate by posting the mystery celebs on my blog. Thank you Colin and Rachel for taking a guess. You are on my happy list.
The rest of you can eat a rotten egg.

On with the photos!
(The two chicks pictured with the famous fellas are Rachelle and Amy.)


Colin was Right! The 2nd pic is none other than Mr. Stefani.

And the eye belongs tooooooooooooooooooooooooooo………………….



Jared Leto.

Nice eyeliner there fella.
My friend Josh also likes to partake in the lining of the eyes:


So Does Colin:


So Does Dale:


Amy’s review:
I met the whole 30 Seconds to Mars
band, and love all of them now. (that is Jared Leto’s band)
I honestly like the music. It was okay the first time I listened to
The CD, but the 2nd and 3rd were much better because I was familiar with it.
He (Jared Leto) really is a good entertainer. He calls everyone MF'ers like a real rock star would, then he runs all through the audience. It's funny because he will stand up on things that aren't supposed to be stood on and will just grab onto strange men's shoulders. He leans into the "pit" with security guards holding his clothes so he won't fall.
Love it.

--Sorry I said that you have to eat a rotten egg. Sarah Sleepy! Sleepy Sarah is Cranky Sarah!

Amy meets celebs

Clint included this line at the end of a recent e-mail he sent me.

“Oh! PS! Amy met __________ and ___________ last night. With Pics! You find out your own details, bitch!”
(wow, Clint is sooooooo nice to me!)

I omitted who Amy actually met. Only Amy and Clint know for sure. The two people she met are famous fellas. Here are a few visual hints.



Eye of mystery man #1



Mouth of mystery man #2

So who are they?
Come on…I practically gave #1 away with that eye pic.

Maybe Amy will e-mail me the story (and the pictures) of meeting these two.

The Ghost of Halloween Past

This time next weekend I will be in Lubbock to celebrate Halloween, my favorite holiday, and Dina’s b-day.
We are going to do the limo thing like last year so that none of us have to worry about driving which is a VERY good thing.

Let me help you to understand why.

This was taken at last year, at the beginning of the night as we set out to enjoy the Halloween festivities.

Very nice

And this was taken at the end of the night (limo ride home)

Whooooaaaaaa nelly!

Remember kids, have a fun and safe Halloween this year. Don’t Drink and Drive! You should all hire a limo to truck your asses around.
Or better yet, you should make friends with a local DJ who can get limo services for free.

I love Dale

Just thought you should know. No particular reason.
You should all tell your loved ones, today, that you love them. And I don’t mean in that scheduled kind of way that comes so naturally that it is second nature.
You know the scenario, you are about to leave for work and you are all “love ya”. Or you are ending a phone conversation and you say “I love you” because it is what you always say. I mean REALLY tell them. Pull them aside, or call them up and let them know how important they are to you. Maybe you should tell your parents, maybe you should tell your boyfriend, maybe you should tell a good friend, maybe you should tell your spouse…..point being, there is SOMEBODY that you should be throwing some love at.

Oh, by the way, I love you too.
Uh-huh, I am talking to you.
That’s right, I said it.

AND I MEAN IT!

Am I obsessed with wigs?

Maybe so, but I could not pass up this Carol Brady number when I saw it at the thrift store. I know what you are thinking..”ewwwwwwww Sarah! You bought a USED wig?”
No, I did not. This puppy was brand new, still in the box.
I do not need it for Halloween, but I am thinking about putting it on Dale’s crown to see if he can pull off a porn-star or anchorman vibe.
I will let you know what happens.


This is what Carol Brady would look like if YOU were on ACID.

I am going to be Cleopatra for Halloween. (remember the black wig, awwww-yea)
I found a cool gold dress (thrift store) that will be awesome once I work a little magic on it.
I AM SO EXCITED!!!!
(Oh, and Trish….I think this blond wig may be the one that has proven your theory about me wrong.)

Tales from the 80's (party).

I am so exhausted

Last night, I was hunched over my laptop working tirelessly on my take home test until the wee hour of 2:00 am.
Thankfully, I did not have much of a problem getting to sleep. This was a welcomed surprise, because I sometimes suffer from that sleep stealing bastard we call “insomnia”.
(I hate that guy)
At 6:00 am, my alarm screamed at me to “Waaaaaaaaaake-Uuuuuuuup, Waaaaaake-Uuuuuuuuup, Waaaaaaaaaaake-Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuup” until I slapped it’s head to shut it up.
I got ready, and arrived at class promptly at 8:00 am. The entire day, I have been talking myself out of leaving school early. I am afraid that if I miss class, everything that was covered in my absence will be the only thing tested.
I really don’t know why I am here. I can barely function cognitively and my body hurts. IT HURTS!
Is it too late to drop out of grad school and become a Stepford wife?

Due to the fact that my brain is filled with lists upon lists of things that I need to get done today, I can not think of a good title for this post.

This week is gonna suck! Well, the first part of it anyway. I have a huge test that is due tomorrow at 8:15 am and I am not anywhere near being finished with it. This means that I will be up late working on it, and then I will probably have insomnia worrying about it. In addition to that stress, I have my first session with a new client on Wednesday. Up until this point, I have only experienced therapy in a group setting. What does this mean? It means that I will have to spend all of Tuesday preparing. Yuck.

At least I got a new black wig this weekend.

What should I be for Halloween………………….
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

How very Shocking!

QUICK, lemme show you some more 80’s party pics before I start studying for a test I have this Thursday.
The above pic is of Colin, Myself, and Wyatt playing a little game called “Lightning Reaction”.
http://www.wonderfullywacky.com/lightning-game.htm
“Here's the game plan.

Start by removing a futuristic joy stick from the base. Hit the center dome and a red light will start flashing, suspenseful music will be playing and then get ready to be a Quick Draw McGraw.
Why?
When the dome turns green you need to press your joy sticks red button. The last player to do so will get SHOCKED!!

However careful of premature pressing by doing so before the dome changes from red to green means you lose and get SHOCKED!!
The game experience is one that is down right nerve racking and may I say electrifying!!”

The stern look of anticipation is evident on all of our faces. I am clenching my fake nail donned fingers (fake nails only for the costume) into a tight fist as I wait for the dammned light to change from red to green.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

WYATT GETS SHOCKED, SUCKA! Remember children, always point and laugh at those who have just experienced physical pain.
Time for round two……….
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

HAHAHA! MoFo Colin tasted the burn of the lightning kiss! I raise a clenched fist in victory!
FIN

get your feat wet

This post is mostly for those of you that did not attend the 80’s party. It will serve to introduce you to the cast of characters. Later, in another post, I will have some action shots with stories to tell.

First pic,
Colin and Laurie:


Here is another of Colin. You people at the party did not even see him like this. Before we arrived at the party, we were making last minute make-up decisions. Colin was sooooooo close to donning this Adam Ant look



He decided not to because the goatee was too masculine.

Then there is Dale:

That was before we added the green stripes to his hair (you will see them later).

Oh, now it is my turn:


I was going for the Robert Palmer Girl look

Here is Stephanie:

Looks like she could have been cast in the breakfast club

Rachel looked like a white hot Madonna


Great shoes, huh?




Margaret:

Complete with a banana clip in her hair

This guy:

Sorry, I did not get his name

Emily and her friend (sorry, another forgotten name)


Amanda:

I did not have a solo pic of you, so you have to share your glory with Rachel

In Teal

That’s right, there was a costume change (thanks to my uncomfortable tight dress forcing me into this number that Rachel just happened to have in her closet)

TRISH!

You should have seen her aqua eye-shadow In person

Wyatt’s crazy eyes:

Don’t stare at them for to long or he will own your soul!

Amanda, Stephanie, and Dale with the green stripes:



I will post more later. I just wanted ya’ll to get a lookie.

the secret

Today, the other first year graduate students found out the awful truth about me. What made the other girls stare at me with jaws agape and eyes wide open? I, Sarah W., am 28 years old….GASP!

Is that you, Sarah?
The girls in my program range from 22 – 30 something so being 28 should not be that crazy. Some of the younger ones looked at me and said “Oh my gosh, I would never have guessed you to be 28!” Well I am, bitches! The same thing happened to me every semester in undergrad. I really thought it would stop happening in grad school as I am now a “traditional” student. Some of the gals thought I was 23, and some though I was 25. Ha ha, 23…how funny is that?
I guess the oil of olay with spf 15 that I have been applying every day for the past 8 years or so is doing it’s job.
Or maybe it is because I dress like a high-school drop out.
Either way, I am not complaining.
I can’t shake the feeling that some of the girls feel betrayed by my old age. Maybe they think I am actually a teacher, and that I was sent to spy on them. Would teachers wear earrings like this, I ask?

Those were the ones I wore today.

Would a teacher/spy pose like this?

No, they most certainly would not. I was trying to pose like “Emily Rose” during one of her demonic/epileptic episodes.

Stinky

While there are many things that I love about the city of Austin, there are two things that I hate. The first, and lesser, one is the traffic. I know we all hate this so I am not even going to go into it. The second one is the ridiculous amount of times a day my nose is violated by the stench of hippies and or drag rats. For those of you who do not know, drag rats are the druggie/alcoholic presumably homeless people that hang out on Guadalupe street (a.k.a., the drag). Yesterday, for instance, I passed three people that smelled so bad I had to hold my breath for a while. The first two people were hippies and the second was a drag rat. I guess I would rather smell a dirty hippie than a drag rat because hippies usually only smell like body odor (and sometimes patchouli). The drag rats smell like a mixture of B.O., alcohol, stale cigarette smoke, dirt, vomit, and pee.
Because I hate traffic, I try to take the bus to school as often as I can. Yesterday, one of the worst things that can happen on a bus happened. I stepped into the bus and was surprised to see that there were some seats left. Normally, the seats are all taken and I am left standing. I started walking to the back of the bus, ‘cause that is where the cool kids sit, and the smell hit me as I passed the first row of seats. There was a drag rat on the bus and boy howdy did he STINK!!!! I got to the back of the bus and prayed that the stench would remain in the front of the bus, but noooooooo. Damn drag rat’s scent was just as strong in the back of the bus as it was in the front. It was like he was sitting right next to me! Everybody on the bus was miserable, except for the drag rat. I thought about getting off early and waiting for another bus, but that would mean I would have to wait in the sun for 45 min or so….screw that. I hoisted my shirt above my nose and thumbed through an avon catalogue to pass the time until I was able to escape the vile air of the capital metro.
I say…………BAN ALL STINKY PEOPLE FROM OUR BUSSES!

In other news.......Dale and I went to Savers last night to look for some 80’s clothing. We have 2 components of his intended outfit down, one or two components to go. Oh how I love the hunt!

Holy gigantic Pupils!

I went to a wonderful new eye doctor the other day for my yearly eye exam. Her name is Dr. Ellen Crothers and she runs Arbor Eye Center (located within walking distance of my apt).
I was caught off guard when Dr. Crothers entered the room because she was quite young. I mean, I think she was around my age…give or take a few years. What impressed me about her was that she was very dedicated to running all sorts of eye tests as a precaution to possibly diagnosing any medical issues involving the eye. Better to be safe than sorry. I have never had my pupils dilated before visiting Dr. Crothers and I have been going to eye doctors once a year since I was 12.
Having your pupils dilated is a strange sensation. My eyes kind of felt numb. When it was time to leave, they gave me these crazy temporary “sunglasses”. They did not have ear pieces, and they just kinda stuck on my face. I thought, “I have sunglasses in the car, so I just won’t even put these goofy things on. The quick walk to the car won’t hurt”. Can I be more wrong? Did you see the size of my pupils? When they are dilated, they are unable to constrict which is what they do when exposed to light. (DUH) It was as bright as a Hollywood smile that day and the minute I stepped out into the light I felt it. It was not really painful, just VERY irritating. I did not even make it two steps into the sun before I was scrambling to put those crazy looking sunglasses on my face. When I got to the car, I kept the crazy sunglasses on and put my own sunglasses over them.
So if you need a good ophthalmologist, and if you live in Austin, go see Dr. Crothers. I swear, she is not paying me for this plug. Although she is lucky I am mentioning her because I do reach a wide audience of about 8 people.
To give credit where credit is due, Miss Laurie did recommend Dr. Crothers to me (and I thank her).

HERE!

I am sick and tired of talking about the stupid ACL festival. Here are a few Coldplay images for your ass.


Crappy screen shots, sorry.


Through the dirt


That’s more like it

That is it! I do have more ACL pics but guess what? I am not going to show you so get over it! It is time to move onto other subjects like the friggen’ wasps nest located on my buddy Lee’s porch:


Why does he not get rid of this thing? Sure, he thinned it out a little (you should have seen it before) but it is still exists.
It is beyond my comprehension. When I took this picture, the flash must have pissed these winged, stinger ass beasts because 4 or 5 of them went crazy. I had to retreat into the house and stay there until they calmed down. The problem was my glass of wine was outside…… with the wasps….. out of my reach.
Bummer.

If Colin were in that situation he would have wet himself like a little girl watching the Exorcist by herself in the dark. He is soooooooooo afraid to be stung. HAHAHAHAHA
Aren’t we all?

Another change in subject: the 80’s party is this Friday. Chris and Sarah, you guys are invited. Please feel free to come on by and celebrate with us. (unless you are in Vegas receiving an award related to your bad ass advising skills)

Speaking of Sarah H., If you guys want to see more/read more about ACL go to her blog
http://www.sarahhannaman.blogspot.com/
pictures and commentary are provided. Unlike myself, she was not in a grumpy mood when she posted.
It’s sleepy time now.
Goodnight