so (not) talented

I was going to write about the existential dilemma I had today (as put so kindly by dov nelkin) and my "freedom" dilemma (as put so kindly by irwin kula) where I knew I was supposed to be stressed for my math final (in 8.5 hours) but in actuality I didn't really care and I wasn't stressed at all. actually, I'm still not. I only studied because I did it with friends (jenna & talia). but that's so unlike me, I usually get very nervous and anxious for math finals just because I'm not particularly good at math. so, I was free to think that I wasn't stressed, but I was enslaved by my practical, normal self, who told me that I needed to be stressed because, after all, it is a final. and then it became existential when dov asked me who I was that I was thinking differently than normal -- who is this new sarah? anyway, that was about the extent of my existential, freedom-questioning dilemma because I realized my non-talent.

I can lick my weenis. that's right. I am so not-talented, it's highly impressive.

back to the important, interesting part of the blog post, I realized that I was incredibly peevish today because I don't feel that I'm in control of my life right now. I feel very, very disorganized and that is very much unlike myself. I'm usually organized and make lists and charts and schedules (I'm a big fan of lists) but I feel right now that my organizational skills are lacking. I don't know if this is a permanent change (I really hope not) or if it's just one of those things that happens every once in a while when I get really super burnt out.

so decide for yourself -- who am I and why am I changing my deeply embedded ways?

ps. shoutout to big red for making it to the sweet 16, sorry we lost you guys.
pps. WATCH THE LINK. you'll be impressed by my non-talent.