My name is Sara and I'm a hypochondriac.

Lola called at 10:30pm Saturday night afraid that she had cancer. The specifics are unimportant, other than to say that I told her she was fine, that she did not have cancer, and that she was probably just pregnant in her leg. Ryan and I got in a... ahem... fight about it because he thinks it's selfish to freak someone out to tell them that you think you are dying when you obviously aren't, while I think it's selfish not to be there to tell someone they are fine. We got over it.

HOWEVER-

Should I ever tell you that I might:
a) have a skin eating fungus,
b) have a brain degenerative disease, or
c) suffer from the ever popular- disease no one has diagnosed yet,

the best and ONLY option is to:
a) tell me that I'm fine,
b) lie to me about it (as in, people who are in their 20's don't get skin eating funguses), and
c) tell me that I'm being crazy because I'm so DEFINATELY fine

and I'll be ok. Or at least call someone else and make them do the same thing.

Just, you know, for future reference.

I love eggs.

http://www.iloveegg.co.kr/egg_english.htm

Thing I find really funny that might actually only be funny to me.

Yesterday, I got a wrong address email sent to me that went something along these lines...

Hi Sweet Friend!
I saw that you sent out the March Campus Crusade for Christ newsletter, but I didn't get one. Could I?
Love you!

Funny part:
Gmail has a feature that picks up on subjects from your emails and suggests related links on the side bar. Here were the related links to this email (and keep in mind the subject matter of the email):

-Sweet Love
-Love Master

Dirty. And funny.

D's quote addendums.

PART 1

Today at the end of the day, D walks up to me and there is blood all over a paper he's holding and dripping out of his mouth.

D: Ms. Hinshaw! I cut my mouf!

Me: Oh, D. Did you put something in your mouth?

D: (Makes a sad face of acknowledgement and nods.)

Me: What WAS it? (Pause) D... did you bite a marker?

D: (Same sad face of acknowledgement and not.)

Me: D, that's not blood. Show me your tongue. (D's tongue is bright red.) D, you can't eat markers. That stuff will make you sick. *sigh* Go wash your mouth out. And throw that paper away. That looks disgusting.


PART 2

Me: D! What are you chewing on?

D: Nothing. Gum.

Me: No it's not. Open your mouth. Is that a big paper wad?

D: (Sad nod.)

Other student: And he blew a bubble with it too!

D's quote of the day.

(D was being tutored by another staff member, looking at a picture of a bird.)

D: What do birds eat? Do birds eat grass?

Lis: Mmmm... I don't think so.

D: Sometiiiiimes, I eat grass.

Lis: Oh yeah? How's that taste?

D: Mmmmm... pretty good sometimes.

Lis: So, would you say you like eating grass?

D: Uh, yep.

NYC Pics

Ry and I at the Met. Ryan didn't believe me that the Egyptian temples were made of rock. I dropped it because he looked really cute in his new hoodie. From H&M. Because I love Ry. And H&M.

Ry and I at none other than the famed Gin Mill after dinner at the equally infamous Silk Road. Jon!!! My always favorite bartender with Laura and I.

Lots of love going around that night. Lots of it.

Dear Laura, I love you and you should move to Michigan and be my roommate here. Love, Sara

That's 5 pictures of 80. 79 of which were taken at the Gin Mill. I'll leave it to you to assume the ridiculousness of the 75 others I did not post. A fabulous birthday. As only NYC can provide. ;)

Disrespect

Dear sinus infection,
A couple of weeks ago, you allowed me to drink milk that was a week overdue because I couldn't taste anything and only realized there was a problem when I saw that, in pouring out the milk, it appeared to be separating out into clear and white liquids. That was totally disrespectful.
Love, Sara

That is a damn good friend.

I just watched the movie, Marie Antoinette. It does not show her getting beheaded at the end. I googled her name and found this which is fascinating in a disgusting way:

After they had been imprisoned, Paris erupted into violence. The mob invaded the prisons and massacred anyone suspected of royalist leanings. Marie Antoinette's dearest friend, the Princesse de Lamballe, was captured and told to repudiate her oath of loyalty to the queen. When she refused, she was murdered by repeated hammer-blows to the head. Her body was then torn apart and her head placed on a pike.
-Wikipedia

That is disgusting. And fascinating.

Public apology to the guy who has my old NYC cell number:

I can't remember your name right now, although I've been told it more than once, but I wanted to tell you that although I realize that it must be terribly obnoxious to continue to receive calls for a certain 'Sara', I must confess that it gives me great joy to know that my friends continue to try to reach me at my old number, as they have not updated their own cell phones yet. I understand that this has now reached into the double digits, as has been reported to me by my absentminded friends. I have fabulous acquaintances. I hope you are not recieving more calls from my friends than you are from yours.
Sincerely,
Sara A. Hinshaw