Birth of "The Original Sarah"

In the last few days, I've read so many people's inspiring, funny, thought-provoking, and just downright uplifting blogs. I don't expect mine to be any of those things, but I figured I might as well give it a shot. Right now, I have no life. I just moved into a new apartment, and I don't know a soul. Somehow people know who I am, which is a little creepy, but I don't know who they are. And my classes are easy! Gah! What am I going to do?! No homework? No social life? To top it off, I discovered Psych. That's dangerous. I get up, I go to work, I go to class, I workout, I come home, I watch Psych, I go to bed. Anyone who knows me knows that eating goes in there without saying. Anyways, I came to the conclusion that I can't live like this. My brain is melting. I'm thinking in Psych quotes. I have no one to listen to my sarcastic jokes or my pointless rants. Solution: Get friends. Evaluation: Not possible at this given time considering I am once again the dorky new kid. Second solution: Get a hobby. Evaluation: No inspiration. I get bored too easily with too many things. This is worth a shot. And I like talking and being on my computer. This is a fabulous combination.

Secondly, I call this "The Original Sarah" because in my first singles ward, there were six of us. Sarahs, I mean. It was confusing to say the least. Also, I've met enough Sarahs in my life to make anyone's head spin. I was best friends with one in the 3rd grade! We both even had h's. Crazy. Either way, after my many observations, I have come to the conclusion that I AM THE ORIGINAL SARAH! All other Sarahs are merely knock-offs attempting to imitate my awesomeness. (If your name is Sarah and you're offended, I don't care.)

Well, that's all I can think of. Essentially, starting this blog was just another distraction keeping me from going to bed at a decent time. But I actually think something may come of this. At least, I hope something does, and I don't end up dropping it. Like quilting. And Gone with the Wind. And unpacking my stuff... My poor roommates...