“Nothing Good Happens After 2 a.m.”

Whether you’re into sitcoms or not, there is a lot to be learned from How I Met Your Mother. One of those things being the classic lesson of “nothing good happens after 2 a.m.” I believe that has a lot of merit. I don’t really want to be awake right now, but it’s just been one of those nights. I felt like it was 9:00 when it was really past midnight, and now it’s 2:50 am and I’m here right now, sitting in total darkness aside from the ethereal glow of the ever-present laptop, and I sincerely hope my roommate is really sleeping and my quiet typing sounds aren’t bothering her. I would move somewhere else, but I’m pretty committed to staying in this bed. Perhaps just being here will help promote sleepy thoughts and then sleepy actions. Will this post be any good, or will it be dampened by the time limits of the 2 a.m. rule? As the writer, this is not something I can answer (sorry).

I said in my last post that I’d write something about myself, but I’m not sure what people really want to know. I’m 85% sure nobody will ever really read this. I say 85% because I did tell some of my friends about it, and I may or may not link it up to the class blog sometime this semester if I get up the guts/if I actually post some relevant, activist posts or share some good ideas. I feel like I’m not really that interesting of a person. Whenever I’m in a situation where I have to be involved in icebreaker activities, I can never seem to come up with an interesting fact about myself that will make me memorable or even just momentarily noteworthy. Here’s my introduction either way:

My name is Sarah. I was born in Florida, grew up in Florida, and I go to college here in Florida. I eat Lean Cuisines as snacks even though they’re not supposed to be snacks. I use my boyfriend’s Netflix even though I’m really not supposed to do that either, but I don’t want to pay $7 a month to binge-watch crime dramas like a good and decent person. I try to be friendly to everyone I meet, but I have an oddly sarcastic inner core. To be completely and totally honest, I’m really nothing special. That’s something I wish I could change, but I’m still young, and I still have time. I don’t make new year’s resolutions, and I don’t eat shellfish. I tend to apologize too much or for no reason. I have nice eyes that can look either green or blue or even close to grey, depending on what I’m wearing/how close you are to my face (looking closely, you will find that they are, in fact, just green). I’m good at board games, and I’m learning how to crochet, and believe I have some potential there even though right now all I can make are scarves. I eat a lot. I’m not overweight, but I’m definitely not thin, and that’s all I’m going to write about that subject because I think whoever may be reading this will find that I will most likely be bringing up body image, particularly my own, quite frequently. 

I plan on traveling a lot this year in the hopes that I will learn some actual useful things that you can only pick up from leaving the general 100-mile radius of your hometown, which even in college I have failed to do (I’m about 77 miles from my house, give-or-take). Maybe my travel experiences will magically transform me into a more worldly woman. Perhaps I will do something grand, interesting, or even bizarre, and at last have something to say about myself during icebreaker games. Speaking of which, I feel like as a legal adult I should be way past having to do them, but it’s dawning on me more and more that no matter how old I get, I’ll be breaking ice my whole life. I should like to think that by the time I’m introducing myself to everyone at my retirement home, I’ll finally have an interesting fact to blurt out.

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