The Lost Tickle Spot of Connor Doyle

Hello, many of you may know me as "Sara Rubeck." I would like to inform your previous knowings about me are not entirely false. For I am as a matter of a fact Sara Rubeck. I mean how else would someone post under the same name? Unless of course they were to take my computer and write a message on this website themselves while they should be typing a paper for their English class. Only problem is the likelihood of all these variables coming together in this single point in time to create said situation is highly improbable. "We have normality." Oh look, a bowl of petunias just flew past Connor's window on the third floor of his dorm building, how strange. Anyway, you are probably confused by the mumbo-jumbo at the start of this and the title is probably of great interest to you too. As it should be. It has stolen my thoughts and ran away due to the simple fact Connor has very specific ticklish spots and I never seem to be able to locate them.

That was Connor. He kidnapped my laptop and held it for ransom. He could have loaded my drive with child pornography until the authorities would  be alerted, thus resulting in me being hauled away to prison in handcuffs, leaving me to attain the status of "Top Bitch" in the slammer. But, instead he wrote the above shenanigans, so my time as head jail-bird will just have to wait.

So, what's new in the world of Sara? Well, I applied to become an RA (Resident Assistant) for next year. I find out Monday whether I got the job or not. There were 169 applicants, and as of right now 33 spots open, so I definitely have some stiff competition. Last week I had my two interviews, and the RAs and RDs that interviewed me seemed to like my answers, but I guess time will only tell.

I also got in with a professor to work on undergraduate research. My lab instructor from last semester emailed my lab partner and I asking if we were interested in working with her. We both said yes, and were supposed to meet with her yesterday, but then she canceled because of a raging headache. So, next week I will begin learning the technical details of researching in a lab, and sometime this semester I will begin working on tweaking a chemical equilibrium lab that she tried to put together in the past, but it had too many flaws for it to be able to be used for class. It was for a P.Chem (Physical Chemistry) class, which is like a more advanced version of General Chemistry 2, which is what I am in. She wants to start me out on something small so that I understand what I am doing and so I don't feel overwhelmed by just being thrown into an ocean without knowing how to swim, so to speak.

Other than that, nothing too crazy has happened with me lately. I'm just chillin' with Connor right now as he writes a research paper on time travel that is due at 10:00 tonight. (Jeez, what a procrastinator :) )

There's a girl in my biology class that lives on my wing. She's talking about getting another tattoo, so Connor and I have been trying to convince her to either get three bear-dactyls on her clavicle, a face tattoo of her own face, a face tattoo of Tom Hiddleston's face, a tramp stamp that is the tramp from Lady and the Tramp on a postage stamp, or Mr. Rogers sitting on a pile of dead bodies with his sweater sleeves cut off so that you can see his tattoo sleeves. I think that all of these are brilliant tattoo ideas that are sure to knock the socks off of everyone that she passes, but she seems to disagree. I can't seem to figure out why...

Would you like to see the cutest animal in all of creation (yes, even cuter than owls)?

LOOK AT THAT FACE! THAT FACE WOULD STOP WARS, CURE CANCER, AND EVEN MAKE AL CAPONE'S HEART MELT (if, of course, just a face had the ability to do that).

Here, have another one. If this doesn't just make you want to cuddle it until the cause of its death is asphyxiation due to you smothering its face with your face, then I'm pretty sure Crowley owns your soul.

Hmmm.... what to talk about? My goal is to make this post as long as I possibly can just to annoy you all and see who is bored enough to actually read it all. So far, it's not going so well, because my brain seems to be staging a sit-in and refusing to come up with topics to write about. And I think my computer is needing an energy drink, and I forgot its life-blood.

So I am curious. Someone else please tell me that I am not crazy, and that Jared Padalecki has amazing shoulder muscles. I'll include a picture as a reference for those of you who do not know who this man is, or for those of you who would just like to be able to stare at him shirtless a little more (admit it, that is all of you reading this).

And now Connor is laughing at me. I told him once that I like Mr. Padalecki's shoulders, and now every chance he gets he teases me about it.

And now my computer is on its last leg, so I will have to cease my endeavour to set the record of the longest post on this blog.

Until we meet again!

Love,
Sara