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Yea. Maybe not...s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-52019099314380902922012-05-11T12:07:00.000-07:002014-05-11T12:17:23.781-07:002-K-Dime-PennyI seem to have given up on a journal, so I keep track of things that have happened here, on this blog, that nobody reads. <br />
So here is my attempt to remember the year 2011.<br />
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<u>HIGHLIGHTS</u><br />
A-ness party<br />
Black Monday<br />
Harlem Globe Trotters<br />
Glow in the dark birthday dance party<br />
Festival of Colors<br />
"Camping" with Kyle and Rob (Rob lost his pants!)<br />
Making root beer + sidewalk chalk face-painting and chicken fights<br />
Church on a mountain<br />
Roadtrip with Tiny to California <br />
Snowcones. All the snowcones...<br />
That cougar on the mountain that was going to eat us <br />
The 4th of July at Larson Manor<br />
Discovering Mexitalia<br />
Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes<br />
Matt's wedding (it's always good to see old friends)<br />
Kelly and Maren came to my rescue<br />
Cami's birthday extravaganza<br />
Jess's sausage birthday<br />
dressing as a wiener for Halloween <br />
Jenny and Adam's wedding! <br />
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<u>PHRASES that came into our lives this year</u></div>
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"A-ness"</div>
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"Oo-NA-na-na-na!"</div>
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"church on a mountain"</div>
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"_____ is connected to the... SNOWCONE!"</div>
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"Larson Manor"</div>
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"Jew-vee-jew"</div>
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"...iiiisss for fun" </div>
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I had a lot of free time this summer. In my life of leisure, I spent a lot of time at the pool and at the Provo library. A roommate later told me that when asked to describe her new roommate to a friend she said "Sarah sleeps late, talks in a weird accent, and reads dragon books." So there you go. Sometimes I wish I had better taste in literature, but mostly I figure I'm cultured enough. Here are some of the books I read in 2011:<br />
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Pride and Prejudice</div>
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The Help</div>
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The Fantastic Mr Fox</div>
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The Awakening </div>
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Austenland</div>
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Things Fall Apart</div>
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Poison Study</div>
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I Am the Cheese</div>
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Eat, Pray Love</div>
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Ender's Game</div>
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Ender's Shadow</div>
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Magic Study </div>
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Eragon</div>
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Bossypants </div>
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Parts of The Screwtape Letters </div>
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Eldest</div>
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The Hunger Games</div>
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Catching Fire</div>
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All My Friends Are Dead </div>
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And now... *drumroll please* for the event we've all been waiting for...<br />
SARAH'S 2011 FIRSTS:<br />
Festival of Colors<br />
Kneaders all-you-can-eat French toast<br />
Geocache-ing<br />
Slip-n-slide (I know, where was my childhood?!??)<br />
Purple rice! <br />
Hogel Zoo<br />
Camping out for the Pioneer Day parade in SLC<br />
Summer in Provo<br />
UVU class<br />
Reading Pride and Prejudice<br />
Living by myself (even if it was only for a few weeks, it still made me feel cool)<br />
Movies by myself (this had been a long-time goal)<br />
Preparing the honeymoon suite<br />
Prayer in sacrament meeting<br />
Job in the restaurant business(PF Changs)<br />
Corn pizza!<br />
Using the P-EZ<br />
Flight on JetBlue<br />
Rock climbing<br />
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Yup. That's all. 2012 will be weird. We'll probably all die. No big.<br />
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What I should be doing: studying pathophys...<br />
What I'm listening to: Noah and the Whale, Vampire Weekend, Chiddy Bang s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-61964537907363770312012-05-07T17:03:00.002-07:002012-05-07T17:07:00.546-07:00Something to Think About<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<b><i>23 1/2 hours: What is the single best thing we can do for our health?</i></b></div>
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I feel the need to pay tribute to some prominent things in my life, to create a little snapshot of the current me, and conveniently enough, these things all start with <b>B</b>. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u><b>Beefy Crunch</b></u></span></div>
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Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Taco Bell's Beefy Crunch Burrito...<br />
<i>Layers of seasoned ground beef, rice, warm nacho cheese sauce, reduced
fat sour cream and Flamin’ Hot ® Fritos® wrapped in a warm, flour
tortilla.</i> <br />
And only 99 cents!<br />
I can't even explain to you the deliciocity of this glorious concoction. It's cheesy and crunchy and beefy and spicy and yummy and filling. Let's just say I swung by Taco Bell multiple times a week to pick up one of these bad boys and Jess and I have made our own for special occasions (like the Super Bowl).<br />
Unfortunately, this was a limited time deal and the Beefy Crunch can no longer be found at your local Taco Bell. May we forever remember its short, but full, life and all of the joy that it brought into ours. <br />
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Side note: It is complimented perfectly with Mountain Dew's <b><span style="color: #674ea7;">Baja Blast</span></b>, exclusively at Taco Bell. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Backwaiter </u></b></span></div>
I have been working at PF Changs since September. I started as a hostess and sometime around late October or early November I trained to be a Backwaiter. At first, it was terrifying and I kinda of hated it so I stuck with hosting (also, I was pretty bad at it). But lately (as several of our adorable lil prego ladies move over to the host stand) I've been scheduled primarily as a Backwaiter, and I LOVE it! It is so busy and stressful and exhausting, but so so fun. Plus, I can make more money *wink*<br />
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A lot of restaurants don't have Backwaiters, so when people ask, I usually tell them this: "You know how your server takes your order and brings you drinks and comes by periodically to make sure you're ok and then some random person brings you your food? That's me." Yup, I'm the stranger with the giant tray, bringing happiness to everyone. <br />
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<u><b><span style="font-size: large;">Baby Mama</span></b></u></div>
Ok, this isn't really new, but it's still going on.<br />
And it's apartment-wide.<br />
We are obsessed with Baby Mama. We could watch it two days in a row, or even three (and we have). It never gets old. Any small triumph in our apartment if promptly followed by this sound (skip to 0:36):<br />
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We write things on the fridge like "Bi*ch, I don't know your life!" with the magnetic letters.<br />
We often wish we were at Arby's, because there's better food and cooler people!<br />
We resolve arguments with the phrase, "You have to admit it's a valid suggestion."<br />
We frame our face at dance parties.<br />
We ♥ Baby Mama. <br />
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<u><b><span style="font-size: large;">Break, Prison </span></b></u></div>
(ok, that's kind of a stretch...)<br />
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Jess and I have become addicted to Prison Break (thank you, Netflix). <br />
Like, ok-just-one-more-episode-before-bed-after-3-40-minute-episodes-already kind of addicted. <br />
It may or may not have anything to do with the attractiveness of these men:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u><b>Ball so hard!</b></u></span></div>
Nothing gets me more pumped than this song.<br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><b><u>"Blue Drank" </u></b></span><br />
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Also not new. But I would be remiss if I were to leave out our
go-to soda, Mountain Dew Voltage -- more affectionately called "blue
drank." It comes along with our good friends Doritos and <b><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Buy Low Bread</span></b> on any and all picnics and makes a great morning pick-me-up for those of us who don't get around to breakfast.<br />
Some people do the "gallon challenge." We use a 2-Liter of blue drank instead. (For the record: Kyle lost)<br />
Some people do shots of tequila. We do shots of blue drank.<br />
So let's raise our glasses of varying shapes and sizes (mine is a <b style="color: #8e7cc3;">boot cup</b>), and enjoy Pepsi's greatest invention: Voltage!<br />
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I'm sure there are more and I sincerely apologize for any chronological discrepancies as this blog post was written in pieces over a several month period. I will now leave you with some B-inspired tunes:<br />
- "<b>Blow</b>" - Ke$ha<br />
- "Only the Young" - <b>Brandon</b> Flowers<br />
- "<b>Black</b> and Yellow" - Wiz Khalifa<br />
- "<b>Biblical</b> Sense of the Word" - Quiet Company<br />
- "Never Say Never" - the <b>Biebz</b> <br />
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<br />s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-73455566957684875622011-09-06T12:42:00.000-07:002011-09-06T11:45:19.316-07:00Republic of California<div style="text-align: center;">So, lately I've been missing a few things.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">These trees...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.unitedpassports.com/images/goldenPoppies.jpg"><img src="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/byronwmoore/byronwmoore0804/byronwmoore080400002/2942919-a-silhouette-of-a-oak-tree-at-point-mugu-state-park-in-the-santa-monica-mountain-california-usa.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>this beach...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.oceanfront-hotels.net/images/leo-carillo-beach.jpg" /></div><br /><br />this view, of this mountain...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/80/267544764_0db4414b8d.jpg" /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">these flowers...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio52aluJdiL6Crol4oC5297AR_RYXh0x5Zz6gjSM1MqSW_n3trbwyZ2eul-GrHy6I2gMXlu4K8eYXMAOPGFUfLp4wsGMGNEEPnHv6APrz-juZiGbSbf8LSoC0mvVCoWdeNna_AoC-K8uw/s1600/california-poppy.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">these faces...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglfrDD7ONKMuMTRIQtFsGNafq9G4r7J3crMDQtBVvPRo1ALzyRX3zbXiq-07QbewEN68fF1C-2xrSuP98T1e62IJRUEvhDtIxqCQIx3OHDrIFbMp43xokcu56KT9o9hFRhATnk1dtVrEby/s1600/19770_1179740134692_1263829345_30426891_5050253_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglfrDD7ONKMuMTRIQtFsGNafq9G4r7J3crMDQtBVvPRo1ALzyRX3zbXiq-07QbewEN68fF1C-2xrSuP98T1e62IJRUEvhDtIxqCQIx3OHDrIFbMp43xokcu56KT9o9hFRhATnk1dtVrEby/s320/19770_1179740134692_1263829345_30426891_5050253_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649317511969394770" border="0" /></a><br />doughnuts in general...<br /></div><img src="http://images.sodahead.com/polls/001620641/61560727_rivers_edges_dozen_donuts_bakers_answer_5_xlarge.jpeg" /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">this place and this team.<br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3652597003_068ff400f1.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The only logical conclusion is that I miss this place:<br /></div><img src="http://www.50states.com/flag/image/nunst0006.gif" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />What I Should Be Doing: running, making lunch, returning my library books, oh and getting a job.<br />What I'm Listening to: Quiet Company, Les Sages, and some California-related tunes<br /></div></div>s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-83288560663522385962011-08-31T11:37:00.000-07:002011-08-31T15:35:07.498-07:00How I Feel Sometimes About Being a Grown-Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/lease.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 740px; height: 202px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/lease.png" border="0" alt="" /></a>
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<br />I need a job...s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-67434213514844107222011-06-15T11:05:00.000-07:002011-06-15T11:17:11.750-07:00There are no words<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bookpage.com/the-book-case/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/the-help-250x382.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 382px;" src="http://www.bookpage.com/the-book-case/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/the-help-250x382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I love that feeling that swells and bubbles in my chest after finishing a great book.<br />It makes me want to write.<br />It makes me want to think.<br />It makes me want to shout from the rooftops and change the world.<br />I wish I could describe it better...<br />It makes me feel powerful.s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-64984694075098689952011-05-04T16:26:00.000-07:002011-05-04T16:31:15.713-07:00May the fourth be with you.<a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/s/star_wars_060504/SW4_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 365px;" src="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/s/star_wars_060504/SW4_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-90004559523203734422011-04-19T17:40:00.000-07:002011-04-19T18:14:11.413-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;">how is that everything comes down to one week and a few exams?<br /><br /><br />how is that despite the impending doom of my four remaining finals, i'm looking up pictures of the haircuts i might want to try?<br /><br /><br />how it that i had a cheeseburger for breakfast and a couple of spoonfuls of cookie dough and a diet coke for dinner?<br /><br /><br />how is that my favorite sweater has been in the dirty clothes pile for nearly three months, yet today, of all days, i "find time" to do four giant barrels of laundry?<br /><br /><br /><br />how is that, hmmm?<br /></span>s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-90257893666227810632011-02-05T08:29:00.001-08:002011-02-09T23:11:02.917-08:00ReflectionsnoitcelfeR<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Well you know about change, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">it always seems to stay the same.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It tears us apart</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and labels us with a brand new name.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It strips away reason</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and leaves us in shame.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh and this changin'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">it's all that remains...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> --Kelly VO, <span style="font-style: italic;">Broken</span><br /></div><br /><br />Kelly definitely got that right: change is constant.<br />Life is a continual discovery of our own changes.<br />You have them; I have them.<br />So guess what...<br /><br />I paint sometimes. With watercolor.<br />I <3 Nacho Libre.<br />Go-To Snack: pita with hummus<br />These days, outfits feel incomplete without boots.<br />Apparently, I love scary movies.<br />Also, I've been putting mayonnaise on my sandwiches lately...<br /><br /><br /><br />Things I didn't used to particularly care for (or once loathed entirely), but now I find myself choosing:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Diet Coke<br /> Swiss cheese<br /> hummus<br /> tomatoes<br /> mushrooms (only raw)<br /></div><br /><br /><br />I think one of my favorite things to do each year, is to look back and find things that I did last year for the first time. Some things will never happen again, and some will hopefully become a part of who I am for many years to come.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">2010 Firsts:</span><br />-finished the BOM<br />-bridesmaid<br />-worked as a certified health care professional<br />-visited Yosemite & Sequoia National Parks<br />-Freebirds<br />-straight A's in college<br />-drove to [and from] UT all by myself<br />-made a dress (so cute)<br />-made two blankets and pair of pajama pants<br />-ate Turkish delight<br />-5-hour energy<br /></div><br /><br />Just some more Reflections...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><u>Current favorites</u><br />item of clothing: blanket pants<br />soda: Coke Zero<br />tv show: Criminal Minds<br /></div><br /><br /><u>Things that are overrated:</u><br />red velvet cake<br />snow<br />Mountain Dew<br />the Utah Jazz (this one might get me in trouble..)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What I should be doing: house-hunting, acing my first Advanced Physiology midterm<br />What I'm listening to: Kelly (obviously), Owl City, T-Swizzles a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-17967032074289915882011-01-27T10:51:00.000-08:002011-01-27T12:14:52.377-08:00[Placeholder]Because I strive everyday to be more like Tina...<br /><br /><br />I will now grace you with a little Calvin and Hobbes (courtesy of GoComics.com).<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm sorry they're too big. Just click on them to see the full thing.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I wish, on probably a daily basis, that I had been more like Calvin as a child.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgsrv.gocomics.com/dim/?fh=961904501a4dfc1ae3932b7af2b5d5ca&w=900.0"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 283px;" src="http://imgsrv.gocomics.com/dim/?fh=961904501a4dfc1ae3932b7af2b5d5ca&w=900.0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgsrv.gocomics.com/dim/?fh=4201a4e9474ab8b6e73cb138cc2c4f0c&w=900.0"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 286px;" src="http://imgsrv.gocomics.com/dim/?fh=4201a4e9474ab8b6e73cb138cc2c4f0c&w=900.0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgsrv.gocomics.com/dim/?fh=92dcf9fd71bfe82a4d8f50016a5ce1b1&w=900.0"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 288px;" src="http://imgsrv.gocomics.com/dim/?fh=92dcf9fd71bfe82a4d8f50016a5ce1b1&w=900.0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well Mom, you're welcome I was such a boring child.<br />Just know that if I had another chance...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What I should be doing: vanquishing the burgeoning agglomeration of accoutrement currently inundating my escritoire, or researching chromosomal abnormalities for my colloquium on the psychological development over the course of a human life-span<br />What I'm listening to: <span style="font-size:100%;">Ben Lee, The Script, Something Corporate, and a little Phil Collins<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="line-height: 130%;font-family:";font-size:12pt;color:black;" ></span></span></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 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width: 425px;"><object id="A874994" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=eVlwJKobWQRnPLLg&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="340"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=eVlwJKobWQRnPLLg&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween"><param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowNetworking" value="all"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=eVlwJKobWQRnPLLg&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></object><div style="text-align: center; width: 435px; margin-top: 6px;">Personalize funny videos and birthday <a href="http://www.blogger.com/sendables.jibjab.com/ecards">eCards</a> at JibJab!</div></div>s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-46476038563394807032010-09-25T11:13:00.000-07:002011-01-27T11:52:38.079-08:00That's not Jess slurping her cereal really loud- That's the rain.I feel like my last post was kind of a downer.<br />But don't worry; some good things have happened too.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEm6VSud2t5TeAv1rh0MlMjoRGD3yh0cfWnrvYy-9FwsZjBBnMbE64qO7z8gdMeoPOkjaj4DD_TXPBYW-HitlEZwXrXN8l8-4Tp3pByvySZupk9qYdDdHc7bdjcY9A-67SspMMXa5QLGo/s400/Salt_Lake_City_storm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEm6VSud2t5TeAv1rh0MlMjoRGD3yh0cfWnrvYy-9FwsZjBBnMbE64qO7z8gdMeoPOkjaj4DD_TXPBYW-HitlEZwXrXN8l8-4Tp3pByvySZupk9qYdDdHc7bdjcY9A-67SspMMXa5QLGo/s400/Salt_Lake_City_storm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>There was an awesome thunder and lightning storm the other day- with hail and wind and dark clouds and everything. That night, when I was driving home from Salt Lake, the clouds broke and as I looked out over the city, she took my breath away. I wish I could find a picture that even compared to the beauty I saw there. With the moon shining through the white clouds against the dark sky over the city lights... *love it* This one is pretty close to what I saw as I rolled into Salt Lake that morning (minus the snow on the mountains).<br /><br /><br />And I'm making progress with that "new and improved" thing.<br />So far, I have<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />made an apple pie from scratch (I'm legit)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">fixed the toilet<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />painted a picture:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWn2qDzqUreYkeaLYjGj5uMLhL_4jhKTyfUJuDwGEKtEFr9SnQwD5XCnkI_MZo2EHW5bj2tI8Y9zvBE5qtyMQD_9rUGlsLJuS1UuyqL8UxAvlUQ3jNkQEk8imF4EeTzso8rSRz56hYxn7/s1600/0915100110a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWn2qDzqUreYkeaLYjGj5uMLhL_4jhKTyfUJuDwGEKtEFr9SnQwD5XCnkI_MZo2EHW5bj2tI8Y9zvBE5qtyMQD_9rUGlsLJuS1UuyqL8UxAvlUQ3jNkQEk8imF4EeTzso8rSRz56hYxn7/s320/0915100110a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520923690106595842" border="0" /></a></div>visited my godnephew<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;">become a bit of a Hermoine Granger in my classes<br /><br /></div>and made friends with Debbie,<br />an older woman who lives around the corner.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdcMh79lxkeNcuQsSBIfaYAvX4w_ibGPEm7D8ZcRVLSXdkGyK1xhGRTN9n2ndVN_O-svCnum7iVNUPGMD8JO9fA5NiOv-5cYwDoTTSkQN2VY48QqE7yUgMvbVY8Ovz9MO44KtPDG2JGmV/s1600/P1010089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdcMh79lxkeNcuQsSBIfaYAvX4w_ibGPEm7D8ZcRVLSXdkGyK1xhGRTN9n2ndVN_O-svCnum7iVNUPGMD8JO9fA5NiOv-5cYwDoTTSkQN2VY48QqE7yUgMvbVY8Ovz9MO44KtPDG2JGmV/s320/P1010089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520926531173923906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Also, I have some really great roommates. It's nice to feel so comfortable so quickly around the people with whom you live. It makes it feel more like home. Plus, it's fun =]<br /><br />I wish Kat was in this picture though =(<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love you girls!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What I should be doing: Spanish practice test, clearing off my desk, looking for a job...<br />What I'm listening to: trying to drown out the BYU marching band across the street with some Katie Herzig and a little Parlor Hawk<br /></div></div>s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-25976129714884831982010-09-21T00:01:00.000-07:002010-09-25T00:51:44.841-07:00My [not so glorious] Second ComingAfter some quick decisions, last-minute paperwork and a couple of panic attacks, I have moved into the next phase of my life. I have left the parents' house once again to pursue the remainder of my education. It's an attempt to grow up I guess, but where did I end up?<br /><br /><br />Well, like all single Mormons, I find myself back in Provo. <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It's the thing to do, you know.</span><br /></div>And like most of my peers have discovered, I'm sure: it's not what I expected.<br /><br /><br />It's weird to be back. <br />I kind of feel like I just got back from a mission (how do you RMs do it?).<br />Things look different and feel different.<br />People are different.<br />And I still feel like I'm visiting.<br /><br /><br />I knew it wouldn't be the same as before. I knew that. I'm not dumb.<br />But it's hard to anticipate what the differences will be. <br /><br /><br />I find myself second-guessing my own knowledge of Provo's layout. <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Is this really the way to get to Smiths?<br />Wait, where does Parkway meet Freedom?<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">And I keep hearing references to various apartment complexes/restaurants/etc that sound vaguely familiar, yet I cannot conjure up a mental image or actual memory. It's like I'm remembering them from another life, which I guess I am.<br /></div></div><br /><br />My Provo life was on pause while everyone else's continued to move forward.<br /><br /><br />I wander around the BYU campus in the hopes of finding a familiar face- one that's excited at the unexpected (yet simply delightful) experience of running into me. Yet each face that passes is just as unfamiliar as the last. <br /><br /><br />I have had the chance to get together with some old friends, but generally our conversations are more like those between strangers. Either they have to hear the whole story, or the watered-down-for-people-I-just-met version, and I'll give you a hint: the shorter one always wins out. I mean, how else can you explain the past year and half to somebody you haven't seen in 18-36 months?<br />This makes my relationships feel shallow and inadequate.<br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;">Sorry I'm boring.<br />Guess we'll never hang out again...<br /></div><br /><br /><br />So I don't yet feel that I've accomplished the <span style="font-style: italic;">gloriously triumphant return</span> I had anticipated. <br />But perhaps I'll wait a little more before I put that dream aside.<br />I'll hold out a little longer and see how things go.<br /><br />I've still got my first round of exams,<br />and my hunt for employment,<br />and some friends to see,<br />and some unpacking to do.<br /><br />So there are lots of opportunities for improvement.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What I should be doing: watching those videos for microbiology<br />What I'm listening to: the bed intruder songs a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-5180176594169511442010-06-08T23:46:00.000-07:002010-06-11T02:23:12.130-07:00Laundry DayI hate when voting is like deciding what to wear when all your clothes are dirty...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">you just pick the one that stinks less.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">.<br /></div><br /></div>s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-60281001125322747362010-05-29T23:47:00.000-07:002010-10-26T12:33:36.176-07:001 Down -- 26 to Go -- Bring it OnTwo weeks ago today, I awoke early and donned the first of my <a href="http://www.27dressesthemovie.com/">27 dresses</a>. I buckled my shoes, secured my headband, smoothed my crisp silk skirt and walked out the door with a smile on my face, ready for whatever the day might bring.<br />That night I returned with a splitting headache, dress crumpled and torn, metallic heels dangling from one limp hand and a beautiful bouquet of pink flowers clutched desperately in the other. I collapsed in a hunchbacked heap on the kitchen floor and vowed to stay there all night long.<br /><br /><br /><br />So, despite feeling totally incapacitated the following day, I thoroughly enjoyed my experience as a bridesmaid. I absolutely <span style="font-size:130%;">loved</span> it. If that were a paid position, I think I could make some serious bank at it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Add it to my list of talents, will you?<br />File it with handwriting, eating 5 cheeseburgers<br />in one sitting, and mimicking people to their faces.<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0aKAPBBcA70nvw8h0iBVbQq_x-pwqH_5CMlTD8DLMFzuzS44TPLvesdXlXLsEsaEANiV6cdYrtmc7aRbITNNuCGudvH0p0vCL-YF3ikTqCYE5ftYxW3DanvULfaGc3Li3zLAWMzClGxTX/s1600/40023_634399132168_27712962_36431736_8278054_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0aKAPBBcA70nvw8h0iBVbQq_x-pwqH_5CMlTD8DLMFzuzS44TPLvesdXlXLsEsaEANiV6cdYrtmc7aRbITNNuCGudvH0p0vCL-YF3ikTqCYE5ftYxW3DanvULfaGc3Li3zLAWMzClGxTX/s320/40023_634399132168_27712962_36431736_8278054_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532439865237267298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For those of you who are unaware of how wearing a stereotypically ugly dress (not for me, I got lucky) and posing for pictures can be so exhausting, allow me to enlighten you as to the duties one may be asked to perform.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*NOTE: Subject to change due to bride's preference and the aforementioned bridesmaid's availability/relationship to said bride. Restrictions apply. Void where prohibited.</span>*<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><u>Pre-Wedding-Day Responsibilities</u></span><br />- RSVP in the affirmative <span style="font-size:78%;">*Must be present to redeem prizes*</span><br />- get to know the groom<br />- wedding consultant -- colors, themes...<br />- stylist -- go dress shipping with her<br />- party planner -- bridal shower, bachelorette party<br />- give her lingerie<br />- florist -- in case of last-minute flowers fiascoes<br />- get a mani/pedi with her<br />- shipping and handling -- help her pack her for the honeymoon as well as the stuff she'll be moving to her new home (her mind will be elsewhere)<br />- make sure she gets a good night sleep the night before -- we want her fresh-faced and well-rested on her big day<br /><br /><u>Day of the Wedding</u><br />- model -- wear the dress she picked for you, and be happy about it =]<br />- nephew transport and wardrobe<br />- photographer -- take pictures all day with <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span> camera so she has something to look at later<br />- make sure she looks picture-perfect at all moments -- bobby pins, hairspray, teeth checks, oil wipes, etc...<br />- bouquet holder<br />- guest book assembly<br />- mud removal brigade -- don't want her pretty shoes getting yucky<br />- train maintenance -- carrying, bustling, holding it while she goes to the bathroom<br />- nourishment committee -- make sure she eats and stays hydrated; if necessary, feed her between greeting guests in the reception line<br />- obtain bouquet at any cost -- if you have to hip-check her 8-year-old cousin out of the way, so be it. just catch it.<br />- sparkler distribution -- for their joyous getaway<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What I should be doing: updated <a href="http://yosoymisionero.blogspot.com/">Ben's blog</a>, putting away my clean clothes, homework...<br />What I'm listening to: iron and wine, lady antebellum, and of course lady gagas a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-7473852631397939802010-03-30T01:23:00.000-07:002010-05-30T09:47:28.077-07:00Nothing<div style="text-align: center;">Nothing<br />Can ruin the good<br />Clean feeling after taking a shower<br />Like...<br />Taking a Big<br />Stinky<br />Poop.<br />Nothing.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the end.s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-19141425396434028062010-03-26T00:54:00.000-07:002011-01-26T18:05:01.886-08:00DisclaimerDear Reader,<br /><br />We regret to inform you that the previous post has been falsely represented. Said blog post was not actually posted on my birthday, March the twelfth; dramatic license was taken in order to create the desired effect. We appreciate your understanding in this matter and offer our sincerest apologies for the aforementioned discrepancy. We offer you further reading found in Attachment "A" as compensation for any emotional turmoil you may have experienced as a result of this lie.<br /><br />Thank you,<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Management</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Attachment A</span><br /><br />Now that it's almost April, I feel the need to evaluate last year and set some goals for myself for the year to come (January is overrated). I would have to say 2009 was not a good year. Definitely not ideal. A lot of undesirable things occurred.<br /><br />But I did learn one valuable lesson firsthand: life is not what you expect it to be.<br /><br />We all have our expectations for every situation and reality rarely complies with our pre-ordered wishes as is excellently illustrated in a clever little scene from (500) Days of Summer pictured here (please pardon the random foreign subtitles -- it was the only clip I could find that included the whole thing):<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9443097&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9443097&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/9443097">Expectations vs. Reality (500) Days Of Summer</a>.</p><br /></div><br /><br /><br />Yup, that's how I think this whole year went for me. With my family moving, me staying here in California for the school year, and a million other things, reality definitely had fun playing some little tricks on me.<br /><br />Good things came too though. A lot of wonderful people have come into my life and I have had many opportunities open up for me as a result of the events of 2009. I was able to try a lot of new things as well. Here's a little sampling of last year's new adventures:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">went to a bar (being 21 and all)<br />drove in the snow<br />took a class at the Salt Lake Center<br />donated my hair<br />drew blood<br />played some slots (again, 21)<br />changed spark plugs & shocks on my truck<br />ate Armenian food<br />sang in church (not in a choir)<br />worked while going to school<br />climbed Mt Boney<br />rewired the distributor in my truck<br />served jury duty<br />went out to one of the channel islands<br />joined a book club<br />went to an Angels game<br />completed Physics 105 via Independent Study<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Ok, maybe not the most exciting list ever, but I'm pretty proud of most of these accomplishments and I have a secret for you... (Next year's list is going to be even better!)<br /><br /><br /><br />Until next time amigos!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What I should be doing: sleeping, I have work at 8 in the AMs<br />What I'm listening to: Ke$ha, Juliana Theory, Arcade Fire, Regina Spektor<br />What I wish I was doing: raiding the "desserts and drinks only" fridge with my Jenny<br /></div></div>s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-17279297094760459172010-03-12T00:51:00.000-08:002010-03-26T00:54:19.018-07:00Forever 21 is a LieWell, I am now 22 years old.<br />No longer young, hot, fresh, Forever 21.<br />No, I am now just boring, responsible, should-be-graduated-by-now, old 22.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Happy birthday to me...s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-27098200345083254892009-11-07T16:31:00.000-08:002009-11-08T23:05:42.232-08:00I Change My Clothes in My Car Because I Have To<div style="text-align: center;">I feel like my thoughts are little Mexican jumping beans bouncing around inside my skull. They've been trying to get out for a while now, but with school and three jobs (count em, three), I have devoted my mind entirely to trying to find a way to squeeze something else into my day. When am I going to eat? When am I going to get gas, or pay that bill? Do I have the shoes I need for tonight's wardrobe change? Where is my physics book? When was the last time I washed my hair? The mundane logistical thoughts have pushed these poor ignored deeper thoughts so far away and scattered them so far that I fear I may have lost some of them. Some have ventured to other parts of my body in search of an escape route; for example, I'm pretty sure that has been something poetic inside my chest trying to find the words to allow it to surface, to let it out, but I have not allowed much thought for these thoughts, keeping them trapped and in the dark.<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: right;">I am going to attempt to remedy this now.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Please bear with me (that's b-e-a-r, not b-a-r-e).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><u>Things I've noticed about myself/habits</u>:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginFWk9aM8ZLkrMV3j7Xc-4ptZTKGhJkwG7EX7dGxu0y1GHUZxgtOWI5N8_SnKcwKrbb-dzu1pQ0xtRt6pzpChq1PPnUvg0XIbkDlkWfWB2-EqXDM3lawC2Fiyfb1XQfUP1KHHJLNQTySB/s1600-h/P1010087-b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginFWk9aM8ZLkrMV3j7Xc-4ptZTKGhJkwG7EX7dGxu0y1GHUZxgtOWI5N8_SnKcwKrbb-dzu1pQ0xtRt6pzpChq1PPnUvg0XIbkDlkWfWB2-EqXDM3lawC2Fiyfb1XQfUP1KHHJLNQTySB/s320/P1010087-b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401506239548784738" border="0" /></a></div>I've decided that I really love Fall (Autumn, if you will). It might be my favorite season. But I had never experienced such a seasonal phenomenon until I spent a few years in Provo. Now as I hike through freshly green Santa Monica Mountains enjoying the sun and ready myself for Thanksgiving in capri pants and flip flops, I realize that something is missing. The hills are not painted with brilliant shades of orange and gold. There isn't that crisp in the air that prompts you pull out your pea coats and scarves. There are no crunchy leaves on the sidewalk that make even a trip down the driveway to the mailbox fun. The air doesn't smell of cinnamon and wet earth. Fall just isn't a season we have in California. Around here, "Fall" is a time when school starts, when we make trips to the pumpkin patch, when children dress in costumes and beg for candy, and when we sweat during the day and might need a hoodie at night. That's all. I guess what I'm saying is that I miss Fall.<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: right;">I only play the piano or the guitar when nobody's home.<br />(Or when I think no one can hear me)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I am afraid to speak Spanish to native speakers.<br />But wouldn't you love it if you moved to Paraguay and someone spoke English to you?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">When I clean my room, I always start by putting away my shoes.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">I still can't roll my tongue.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I keep a dayplanner, but I realized that I usually only write things that have already happened in it.<br />It is rarely used to warn me of something ahead.<br /></div> </div> </div> </div> </div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I really pine for an old friend I've lost touch with.<br />Despite our lack of contact these last few years, I still love her and consider her one of my favorite people.<br />She inspires me, even from afar.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">I wear "Saturday Outfits" whenever I can.<br />"What is a Saturday outfit?" you ask.<br />I guess the best way to describe it is to give an example.<br /><u>Today's edition</u>:<br />orange tank top<br />Batman boxers<br />Ron Weasly-esque beanie<br />ballet slippers<br /></div></div> </div><br />I have a lot of friends. Now, I don't say this to be boastful; I mean there are a lot of individuals with whom I share a friendship. This doesn't mean I'm super social, or that I'm always surrounded by a large group of people. In fact, I would say quite the opposite. I was thinking about how I have these friends who are all from different groups, making getting a group together for some activity a little weird and very random. So I just don't do it. I am totally open to being introduced to their friends. I don't really mind being the one who doesn't really know anybody else there (as long as my friend remembers that I don't know anyone else yet). But I never invite people who don't know each other to hang out with me. I always laugh at the idea of all of the random people that would attend a birthday party in my honor. The last two years, friends have thrown me a surprise party, inviting who they thought should be there, and they did a good job. But there were people I would have liked to have come, but since I don't know any of their friends and they don't know any of my friends, they miss out on an invitation. I think I would be able to save more time and have more fun by "killing two birds with one stone," so to speak. If I allowed my friends to meet and be friends with each other, then we could all hang out; all would be well. I hope I can let this happen sometime.<br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIrSvYUYyTQrGTyxZGFxJjJHwZof7ay9F6osktBc1rWzYc1k30juHwdr19_juh1n2ggrg5ph1AHhhhJPKhm3eB13iTGGS2ZP2HAKkERLr_Smdlf1rLX8EtAnqvQdkPZ_eGVRkdsSAeLD06/s1600-h/Fever+2006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIrSvYUYyTQrGTyxZGFxJjJHwZof7ay9F6osktBc1rWzYc1k30juHwdr19_juh1n2ggrg5ph1AHhhhJPKhm3eB13iTGGS2ZP2HAKkERLr_Smdlf1rLX8EtAnqvQdkPZ_eGVRkdsSAeLD06/s320/Fever+2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401522586501559538" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;">I miss dance -- everything about it.<br />I miss the girls. I miss the coach.<br />I miss the competitions. I miss the performances.<br />I miss the smell of hairspray and eyelash glue.<br />I miss being in good physical condition.<br />I miss the massive appetite I used to be able to maintain.<br />I miss the thrill that comes from mastering a new movement.<br />I miss the rhythm of the music and my heartbeat combined.<br />I miss the freedom and the release.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">What I Should Be Doing: moving my furniture, writing to Ben, going to Home Depot, shaving my legs<br />What I'm Listening To: Stephanie Smith, The Eagles, Shania Twain, and The Sequence<br /><br />In fact, I think that you should listen to The Sequence too:<br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUBfbg7twS8&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUBfbg7twS8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /></div></div>s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-29837613204043103452009-09-27T23:09:00.000-07:002011-01-27T11:59:13.194-08:00Why don't we say what we mean?Disclaimer: this is probably not going to be a funny blog.<br /><br />So lately I have found myself catching up with people I haven't talked to in a while (for one reason or another) and then I find myself faced with the imminent inquiry. That overwhelmingly vague yet personal question that never fails to comes up: How are you?<br /><br />But does that person care to hear an honest answer? I've been thinking a lot about that. How often do we find ourselves walking past somebody we know and in passing, we smile and say with [false?] enthusiasm, "Hi! How are are you?" or "Hey! How's it going?" But we keep walking, don't we? We have a tendency to "keep walking" in a conversation as well. A coworker or friend from school will say good morning and ask how we're doing today and we automatically respond with, "Fine" or "Good" or any variation thereof. Then we continue the conversation by describing exactly why we're not fine:<br />"Man, I have this splitting headache..."<br />"Ugh I was up so late last night. My kids are sick..."<br />"I'm nervous about this test tomorrow.."<br />"My roommate is still acting like the Queen of Sheba..."<br />"My boyfriend and I got in another fight last night..."<br />"I think I have herpes..."<br /><br />Why do we bother with the "Fine" statement to begin with? Mostly, it's a mindless response to a mindless question. But sometimes we revert to the "Fine" because it's been a long time since our last communication with that person and rather than explain everything that has happened in the past two years or so, you just summarize with a simple "I'm doing well," putting on a front in a way. I guess the hard part is determining the sincerity with which the <span style="font-style: italic;">how are you</span> is presented so that we don't miss an opportunity to respond accordingly, to show our friends that we trust them, and to allow them to catch a little glimpse into our lives.<br /><br />Another example:<br />"I'm sorry."<br />"It's ok."<br /><br />It's ok?! So they can do it again and that would be alright with you?<br />Yea, I didn't think so.<br /><br />We've become overly an apologetic people, always afraid of offending, always watching what we say, afraid of being politically incorrect or the dreaded i-word: intolerant. I won't even get started on this topic. I don't have the time and neither do you.<br /><br />I guess the whole point of this rambling was to explain that I've been trying to overcome these poor communication incidents that have become the social norm.<br /><br />So go ahead, ask me how I've been; tell me you're sorry.<br /><br /><br /><br />I dare you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What I should be doing: fastrack Physics 105, finding my floor, finding a job, finding myself<br />What I'm listening to: Ana Nalick, Sufjan Stevens, Rocky Votolato, Starss a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-32642379453461053522009-09-26T13:55:00.000-07:002010-03-25T23:30:51.277-07:00Work in Progress- Something for Veronica to Read<div style="text-align: left;">It's been a big summer.<br /></div><br />Lots of changes.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I don't even know where to begin.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Words are failing me right now.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I guess I could cheat and raise my word count by the thousands by using pictures...<br /></div><br />Yes, that is what I will do.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">TRANSPORTATION</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">OLD: </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">[Dora]</span></span><br />"Dora," the Explorer -born: 2000<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">NEW:</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4EvgWeN_PXwBrFnTecNEnzzNUoCnkM8zuvNjdGzvffapGnyDjMTDD6nvFmCnC7V6x_xEwV5aTDty06xs_ezs_lMb0PnVhZ0M9j0KnC-ffXBjKGSvOCTcP-PAknrvzL6FvVb67B6PoDvZ/s1600/P1010096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4EvgWeN_PXwBrFnTecNEnzzNUoCnkM8zuvNjdGzvffapGnyDjMTDD6nvFmCnC7V6x_xEwV5aTDty06xs_ezs_lMb0PnVhZ0M9j0KnC-ffXBjKGSvOCTcP-PAknrvzL6FvVb67B6PoDvZ/s320/P1010096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452824177205137394" border="0" /></a>"Ruby Sue" -born: 1986<br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">HOUSE</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">OLD:</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">NEW:</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">HAIR</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">OLD:</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOcK9tukwhM9pAYx9fkZEaPzb5B_htU7aL_fWg_fj41wU38pTDThiV9cewqNbdh7qYmBnHgZkiPiZSCqisc3VIGEFZZNLZUYGNmZRCz80-RE56xMFxJlYUomFDqdBwnlBID6Xm6RMfctGo/s1600-h/hair+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOcK9tukwhM9pAYx9fkZEaPzb5B_htU7aL_fWg_fj41wU38pTDThiV9cewqNbdh7qYmBnHgZkiPiZSCqisc3VIGEFZZNLZUYGNmZRCz80-RE56xMFxJlYUomFDqdBwnlBID6Xm6RMfctGo/s320/hair+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385927115386071554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />NEW:</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibl-tNZDuWhzuJx3LEJY9IUrZbhm-Ppw6wgG6e50e2TWX-ujZI8i4F9jO9-r_Pl-eRCM2e0hyjWBlBEeDarI_2RHlv43U-Tfha8ikVytD8tOSb9BDDRZT-mZQD9hmuhyphenhyphendlpPwDjBqbTo91/s1600-h/P1010113-c.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibl-tNZDuWhzuJx3LEJY9IUrZbhm-Ppw6wgG6e50e2TWX-ujZI8i4F9jO9-r_Pl-eRCM2e0hyjWBlBEeDarI_2RHlv43U-Tfha8ikVytD8tOSb9BDDRZT-mZQD9hmuhyphenhyphendlpPwDjBqbTo91/s320/P1010113-c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413902162366828402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(I look sickly. But my hair looks good...)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">SCHOOL<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />OLD:</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://byugameday.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/byu-cougars.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 183px;" src="http://byugameday.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/byu-cougars.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />NEW:<br />[picture in scrubs]</span>s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-7638477890440814862009-09-23T00:59:00.001-07:002009-09-28T21:51:04.197-07:00I want to write a new blog.<br /><br />But alas, I have school in the morning and must go to bed.<br /><br />Perhaps another day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />♥s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719380366747668407.post-82063174367249536242009-04-17T00:10:00.000-07:002009-04-17T00:20:47.308-07:00Si yo fuera una mosaic...In studying for finals, naturally I find ways to stall... like making this fun little mosaic.<br />Thanks to Kari for the idea.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbtfs7sWfgdOvfCBDZkdOdS3jWiaeF8GPcnri7tnhJFXSJlcHvAZocYtGEdFrTdxUQWqsZc_Sa_cvlmW-mLmWYArrQdEYzbMXdB42IcWnuLAIK9rsVj4vcfPsrwsgYsT7A7QlxNxCIlgr/s1600-h/mosaic+me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbtfs7sWfgdOvfCBDZkdOdS3jWiaeF8GPcnri7tnhJFXSJlcHvAZocYtGEdFrTdxUQWqsZc_Sa_cvlmW-mLmWYArrQdEYzbMXdB42IcWnuLAIK9rsVj4vcfPsrwsgYsT7A7QlxNxCIlgr/s400/mosaic+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325554886710552914" border="0" /></a><br />want to make one of your own?<br /><br />step 1: go to flickr.com<br />setp 2: in another window open http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php<br />step 3: choose 4 columns, 3 rows<br />step 4: answer the following questions in the search bar of flicker. pick your favorite one on the first page and paste it into your mosaic<br /><br />1. What is your first name?<br />2. What is your favorite food?<br />3. What school did you go to?<br />4. What is your favorite color?<br />5. Who is your celebrity crush?<br />6. Favorite drink?<br />7. Dream vacation?<br />8. Favorite dessert?<br />9. What you want to be when you grow up?<br />10. What do you love most in life?<br />11. One word to describe you.<br />12. Your nickname.<br /><br /><br /><br />Well that was fun.<br />Back to studying for Spanish and Brother Ludlow's New Testament final.<br />Goodnight.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What I should be doing: finding an apartment for next year, reading <span style="font-style: italic;">La Dama Del Alba</span><br />What I'm listening to: The Eagles, Secondhand Serenade, Phantom Planet, and Journey<br />What I wish I was doing: sleeping. or eating angel food cake...s a r a hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12231691735341178738noreply@blogger.com2