My First Time

Well, I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't have a blog. So, I've jumped on the bandwagon. I am normally not one to do things just because everyone else does them and I actually like being different and doing things my own way, but this looked kind of fun. I have no idea if anyone will read this or find my life remotely interesting, but please leave comments so I know if people read this and/or if it sucks!

So, I guess these blog things are like on-line diaries or something. I'll start off with a little self-intro. Hi, my name is Sara. That's me in the picture, but you probably guessed that. It's from the graduation dinner and I am predrinking at the bar with my parents...they are some interesting characters! I just received my MBA from Pepperdine. I went to undergrad at the University of Toronto and, contrary to popular believe, I am not Canadian. I'm from Fairport, New York, which is a small town outside of Rochester, but I have lived in DC, France, and England, among other places. But after spending most of my life in the old and snow, I decided I needed to live in the sun. And that's how I ended up in SoCal. Now that I am done with school, I will be working for Daimler Chrysler. I love cars, so it's the perfect company for me...give me five years and I'll be the CEO! Hahaha!


Anyway, that's me.

Now that I am between school and work, I have a lot of free time on my hands for the first time in my life. It is weird not being a student anymore. It's been nice to have some time for myself to see friends, practice yoga, hit the beach, and shop. Today was the perfect beach day- not too hot with just a slight breeze. I went with just me, a book, and some frozen yogurt from Malibu Frozen Yogurt and Ice Cream. And my phone because I hate being cut off from the world. Even though I put on SPF 30, I still managed to get burned. There was hardly anyone at Zuma, which I was happy about because I have the incredible talent for attracting all the weirdos within a five-mile radius. I haven't figured this one out, but whenever I go out all the nasty guys decide they need to hit on me. And it doesn't matter where I am or what I look like. I could be at the grocery store or sweaty and gross from the gym...they always seem to find me.

Well, I am moving to Orange County in a week or so for my new job and I have not started packing. I am very much a last-minute packer, but I am going to try to get most of it done ahead of time, rather than waiting until the night before or day of the move. This is very out of character.