Sunday, November 30, 2008

Black Friday: drama in the club

Read it and believe it.

Would you like to view a photo gallery? Of course you would!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

To be or not to be, that is the ANSWER

I have pretty much become a non-fan of those stupid semi-rhetorical questions that people ask you in order to test your character. Such as:
Do you think Christmas is more about receiving or giving?
Would you rather cheat to get an A or know nothing and get an F?
Would you rather have cool clothes and no friends or no clothes and cool friends?
Like SERIOUSLY, what is the point of asking those questions? You're just digging for the response you want to hear and frankly, normal people should just not subject themselves to that kind of manipulative deceit. I am a normal person, and therefore, I do not tolerate those questions. Because they're dumb. And I don't like dumb things.

The reason I'm talking about this is because it came up on an English assignment I got on Friday that I'm working on now.. and it went like so:
Which is more important to you: a job you enjoy doing or a job that makes lots of money? Why? (Like the WHY was even that necessary.)
So here is what I put:
. I’d like to say that I value I job I enjoy doing over a job that makes a lot of money, but I bet that’s what everyone else is putting, so I’m just going to elaborate a little bit. Can you really enjoy a job fully if you don’t think you’re getting paid what you deserve? And honestly, I enjoy money, so wouldn’t that factor in to how much I like my job? Really, I think I could end up liking any job, unless it’s like a Playboy model, but that’s more a question of morals and I’m not really going to get into that. I think it’s more a matter of mental and physical stress. Does my job always occupy my mind, even when it’s 3 a.m. and I’m trying to fall asleep and dream about Zac Efron or on the weekends when I’m out with my family? If so, then that is definitely not a job I would want, no matter how much it pays. This is why I don’t think I could ever be a doctor, but I do think I could work in a job environment that pays just as much but where I sit at a desk as a secretary working for some really annoying people. It might not be my dream, but it would be the perfect level of work and be compatible with my life. So in conclusion to this novel, my personal opinion is that if I’m smart enough, I can have both. And if not, that’s why I’m marrying a rich guy.


PS. Seeing twilight for the second time and the svensk madre is paying!

-sara again

Thursday, November 13, 2008


Funny picture, right?

Never knew people could get so angry when the blog goes unupdated. SORRY that I have been forced every night of my life to attend musical practice. Sorry, okay. It's bad enough that I already knew every word to every song but now I know every dance move and every line. And I don't even like it. However, I must say that I am pretty impressed, so if you're into the whole Rodger's and Hammerstein's thing (which I am not) you should go.

So I guess I'm a nerd but I just looked up writing prompts online so I've decided to write about what I enjoy about autumn.

Even though I don't always like the cold weather because sometimes my armpits sweat, autumn has its high points, as do most other seasons. Even though I love wearing sundresses in the summer, I love cardigans and big scarves, too! And cute coats! AND BOOTS! I also like drinking warm drinks that are approximately 90 cents at Kaps, and you know what, during the summer that just doesn't fly. I also love the way the cold air feels on your cheeks and makes them rosy red! I save so much money on blush!

Okay yeah that sounded really retarded and I probably won't do a writing prompt for a while.

Do you ever remember when you were little and you thought the Internet was like the most fascinating thing? I was just talking about this with Alyssa and Kirsten, and like how the old Windows 95 browsers and crap would go to the closest website if you typed in something incorrectly. Seriously. A little 5-year-old who just wants to look for pictures of Punky Brewster does not deserve to end up on a porn site!

But if you're bored, go to Not much there. And don't go to It's like a porn site.

Kay thanks! sara

Sunday, November 9, 2008

P-p-p-pixos, pixos

(The title has nothing to do with this post besides the picture at the end and is there solely due to the fact that the commercials have an annoying jingle that's now stuck in my head.)

Well, loyal reader, I just spontaneously decided that "babushka" would be the random word of the day because a) I think it sounds freakin funny and b) I never knew what it meant until I just looked it up. (from

1. a woman's scarf, often triangular, used as a hood with two of the ends tied under the chin
2. an elderly Russian woman, esp. an elderly grandmother


So right now I'm bored, probably should be reading my book report book but ya know, maybe I just don't want to subject myself to that kind of literary knowledge. So I'm gonna pass for today. Plus, sisterhood of the traveling pants is on tv and it's the really sad part where the little blonde girl dies from cancer and I just want to cry because the people on the movie are crying and it's so dramatic and ahhh.

Last night was spiffy, went to help at the historical society dinner at elim to help raise money for our trip to new orleans. I don't think I've ever had that many people get mad at me for serving decaf coffee. Mkay you're like what, 85 years old? Are your tastes buds still really that intact that you care enough to make me feel incapable of realizing that yes, maybe decaf is not what you want, but that's what they freaking gave me so please, take a chill pill and thank the Lord that I am not shoving caffeine down your throat so that you might live another year. So anyways after that I went to Cari's with Katie and got to listen to her dad talk about his fascinating day at the race tracks in KC, of course with a VHS tape and professional photographs to visually enhance my mental illustration. :P Then I played with a yoga ball and watched a really dumb movie called Daredevil with Jennifer Garner and a very bald Colin Ferrell. Yeah I didn't like it. Then I realized hey, I left my purse at the church so thankfully some lovely folks were there to help me retrieve it. Then I drove home. Then I went to bed. Then I went to church. Played a diddy. Ate some soup. Now I'm going to dance. Then I'm going to eat a bunch of food. 

Wow I totally dug that paragraph structure.


Thursday, November 6, 2008

WTF (wind that's freaky)

A four-letter word that has ruined my life.
Seriously, I don't understand why it always has to blow? Today I was minding my own business, walking to band (which requires me to go outside) when I was hit by a tornado. Seriously. A tornado hit me and managed to not destroy a single part of the school surrounding me. I mean, why did God sit down and say, "Hokay, so (I've decided God is French), let us make hot air molecúles less dense zan cold air molecúles so zat ze hot air rises and ze cold molecules rush in to replace zem." Obviously he saw that it was good. Because it's still happening. And it pisses me off. Why couldn't he just.. make the laws of science different. That would have been good. I think Obama's first step should be getting rid of wind. Just for me. If he can figure out a way, I will personally give him a dollar.

I mean, just imagine a life without wind. You could drop money on the ground and just stare at it for like five hours without worrying about it blowing away. IT WOULD BE FANTASTIC. But then again, I guess wind has its advantages. You're relaxing on a hot, foreign beach with hot, foreign guys and one in particular catches your gleaming eye. Your heart starts pounding and you flash a winning smile, right as the cool, foreign breeze picks up and wisks you hair back in the perfect model pose...

Screw it. I still hate wind.



(Below is another good use of wind I neglected to mention. But it still SUCKS.)

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A night of opinions!

Mkay so, if you don't know me and you just kind of randomly came across this blog, you should probably know that I dislike people in general. I just don't understand how they think a lot of the time or why they do the stuff they do. The election is over people. You can't change who won so just stop complaining. Honestly, I really didn't support either candidate (like I said earlier) but I think that our current place in the world could benefit a lot from liberal views. Most of Europe is pretty liberal. Talking to my friends in Sweden and Germany, they really hated Bush and thought that we should go liberal. If conservative politics has put a bad taste in people's mouths, then why NOT change? Something obviously is not going right. We might as well try something new! And growing up in a house with an incredibly conservative dad and a loud, liberal mother, I kind of get both sides of the picture. The majority of my friends are conservative, and I know that a major issue for them is the new tax that will come on ammo. Ummm so I'm pretty sure that we're like one of the only countries that shoots animals for fun? Maybe it's time to find a new hobby! I think a lot of people are just afraid of change. I'm not saying that Obama is like the greatest person to walk to planet, but I think he can bring about a lot of good things for our country. But who really cares. It's just politics.

That was my two cents.

Quoting Katie: "Just shoot me so I can get some rest in my life, because I'm not going to ever again."


Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Election day,

1. Election Day
2. How a certain musical sucks
3. Bald females
4. An inappropriate book
5. Babies

It looks like my blog has become quite the popular read among approximately 5 people, but hey, at least I'm not talking to empty cyberspace!

So today is election day (finally.) Hopefully Americans can make an intelligent decision concerning the future of our country and the country for our children. (Even though I ... dislike.. kids.) I just think that in today's world, we don't need another republican in office. As far as I'm concerned, neither main candidate is really someone I'd be a particular #1 fan of.
*Spontaneous spongebob quote: HE WAS NUMBER ONE! * :)
Anyway, what I'm saying is I think our first step to being accepted in the world is to become more liberal. I'm not talking about the terrorist world, because I'm sure they'll hate us either way—I'm talking about the modern western European world. You know, with those important countries like England.. France.. ? Ever heard of them? Yeah.

But enough about that. Sorry that I'm too busy watching this horrible interpretation of Rodger's and Hammerstein's Oklahoma trying to be played out on my high school stage. The play sucks to begin with (trust my opinion, I was in it once.) But seriously, there is nothing good about it, and I think they had one too many whiskeys or something when they wrote it, if you know what I mean. But the cheap peddlerman is silly, as is my dear pal Paul. Haaa Paul the pal. That's funny stuff. Otherwise it sucks, don't watch it, don't go to it, don't ever sing O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A.

... Have you ever wondered what certain people would look like bald? For real, it would be just plain FUNNAY on some people. Like today in English I was just kinda looking around the room and holy cow. Wow. I guess the hair makes the person or something.

Have you ever read the Handjob Handbook? (That's all I'm going to say. You never know what g-rated audiences are reading this. So I'll just leave it at that open-ended question and you can do your own research.) I was going to post a picture but that would be like soft porn, or provoke porn-tastic thoughts. And I don't want to be responsible for that, now do I.

And to close with a thought-provoking science question for you bill nyes:
How is it that matter can not be created or destroyed, but that as babies grow up they have more skin? Like where does the skin come from? Apples and meat? Or what?


Monday, November 3, 2008

I like when Reed buys me smoothies.

^^This is a true statement. He pays me to hang out with him. It's like prostitution but not. Smoothie-tution.

Anyways, ever heard of Bo Burnham? If you haven't, then you're stupid.

New Math: (for you quiz bowl geeks)
I'm Bo Yo: (for you wangsters)
Love Ballad: (for you pedophiles)

Oh, I started a new job today. I basically make waffles, clean caked on herring off of plates, use a ghetto vacuum cleaner and drink unlimited free coffee with Katie. Not that anyone cares.

Ehhh go algebra.

*Photographed is Bo, not Reed. (to settle any confusion)

Saturday, November 1, 2008

hit me with your best shot.

Considering daylight savings time starts tonight, or tomorrow at 2 am or whatever the government has conspired to decide, I don't feel too bad about sitting here wasting precious sleep hours on the internet. My family is deserting me tomorrow to attend some volleyball tournament to support breast cancer research (go pink), so I'll have the majority of the day to get some schtuff done. And considering two of my best friends decided to take a little trip to Florida this weekend I've been awkward and in a way inept without them so I decided hey, why not spontaneously start a blog. To enlighten. It's what I do best.

It's weird how you can totally become someone else by either a) being around them enough, or b) dressing like them. Fo serious, last night was halloween and I dresssed up like madonna and I genuinely had to like refrain from busting out in a like a virgin revival. Despite that, I was incredibly impressed with my (mom's) ability to pull together a costume for like 5 bucks in a couple hours. Totally got this gaudy jewelry and some old fugly prom dress secondhand that katie and I cut and paired with this insanely shoulder-padded blazer. Oh, and my makeshift lace hand things that I cut off the bottom of some ancient leggings. Yeah.. I was impressed for not giving in to profit-oriented commerical halloween trends. *pats back*

So today. Watched some totally tricked out guitar hero III skillz. Hence the title. Actually it was all like easy-mediumish but whatev man, it was Emily's surprise birthday so grattis, feliz cumpleaños, zum geburtstag viel glück and all that jazz.

So to totally revert to the first paragraph, if daylight savings time starts at 2 am, that means that the eastern time zone will be on the same time as the central time zone for one hour (1-2 am.) Which means florida will have the same time as here. Well I guess that would work for like all adjacent time zones. (Is that right? Do you call time zones adjacent?) Hmmm. While we're on the topic of time zones, an interesting fact most people probably don't know is that different countries change different weeks. Because for the past two weeks or so, calling nuestra familia in Stockholm was off because it's usually a 7-hour difference and it was only a 6-hour difference. Not that any one has read this far or cares.

Anyways. I'm tired and just realized I didn't wash my eye makeup off so I have this gunky purple mascara still on from the KSU-KU game.

meh life.


» Sometimes I need what only you can provide: your absence.
- Ashleigh Brilliant