Friday, December 31, 2010

Goddag, Stockholm!

Hello, dear followers. I haven't blogged in a while. I have been trying not to complain so much about my life because honestly, I really shouldn't even have anything to complain about, besides having to switch between three different languages all of the time. And pretty soon it will be four because yes, I got enrolled in Spanish class at my new school. My life is pretty bomb.

I took a small break from Germany to come to my oasis AKA Sweden! It gets darker even sooner here than it does in Germany. But being here makes me want to a) jam to Basshunter, b) eat some meatballs, and c) dye my hair blonde, of which I will probably accomplish the first two. We'll see about the hair.

I can't believe a new year is just around the corner. Less than 10 hours away here. 2010 has been the best year yet with a lot of learning experiences. I'm sure 2011 will be even better.

LIVE OUT LOUD!
Sara

Sunday, November 21, 2010

I am too lazy to shower so why not blog!

If there is anything I have learned over the past few months practically on my own, it's that people are indeed different in different corners of the world, but one thing remains the same: people. are. annoyingstupidcats. I personally have grown A LOT as a person and I just wish that I could take some of the knowledge and wisdom out of my head and shove it into some other people's heads. Because the Lord Almighty knows they need it! Some days I just want be like, I'M DONE! But I know that won't get me anywhere in life, so I gotta keep trying. And I am just mad at myself because I called Kevin (see previous post) on my cell phone as I was walking through the freezing cold from and back to the bus stop and yeah, that's a few euros I am never going to get back. Plus I had to wait like 40 minutes last night for a ferry in the cold again and there were some weird asians in my vicinity (at 1 in the morning, mind you) who were reeeealllly starting to perturb me.

I went to the opera last night at the Theater am Goetheplatz. Seeing Mozart in the original language is somehow.... pimpin'. Let me just say I had some interesting experiences with the public transportation on the way there with my friend Florian but it is all good, all good. And of course the night would not be complete without going to the bar with our music teacher. I mean come on. IT'S NORMAL, PEOPLE! Friday night I went to the disco (because when don't I do that) and I got to ride on the back of a bike and holy moly, did I think I was going to die.

There are so many other bashing things I wish I could write, believe me. But I don't know who is reading this and I don't vant ze Gehmanz to zink I em engry wis zem.

Shoutout to my Brötchen with jam.

Xoxo GOSSIP GIRL... Sara

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A post dedicated to my friend Kevin

I'm sure all of you, my loyal readers, are wondering what happened to me over the past two months. Well let me tell you. I think I've only done laundry four times. I also almost got kidnapped from a train station by a creeper guy and I found out it's commonplace for girls to get raped at that train station. (Yeah, I better STAY THE HECK AWAY.) I also learned some German. The first month was spent at a language camp in HEDERSLEBEN, where I met my best friends in the whole world besides my best friends in America, so more like my best friends in this half of the world. Even though they are also American. Like right, I think Germany is in the eastern hemisphere? And these two people go by the names of Kathryn and Kevin. I can't think of anything to say about Kathryn at this moment. So I will write about Kevin. Let you in on my life a little since I have neglected to do so thus far.

Kevin is cool. We didn't even talk for like the first two weeks I was at camp and then one day we were dumping (really good) food off of our plates and he told me he liked my butt. ? Then I found out he likes boys. A lot. But nevertheless we remained inseparable. Kevin is from California and speaks fluent French. He spent a year in Belgium and is going there next week but alas, I cannot come along. Kevin is a really good dancer. He sweats a lot when he dances but it's okay. He likes coffee in the afternoon and long walks on the beach and hanging out with old guys named Gerd. But don't we all....

This past month has been difficult without Kevin always making ridiculous comments about me. I have been forced to meet actual Germans. Which has been nice. But this weekend will be epic as Kevin and I will be reunited. Then he can teach me about all of his scientific security systems and Gollum.

I don't really know if anybody found this post interesting. But I sure do. Here are some fotoz 4 ur viewing pleazure.

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That's Kevin at language camp. He didn't really learn much German.


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Kevin and me, being cool cats


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Kevin really likes polka dot umbrellas. And girls. This photo was taken in Halberstadt. Time of my life. They didn't have good peaches there. I wonder how many times I can lie in a photo caption. No times, that's how many.


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I randomly got this off of Facebook! Isn't he a cutie? Yeah. I would say so. I think one day we might even be godparents to Kathryn's babies... but we're spontaneous and don't like to plan ahead for these things.

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Hahahah I like Facebook creeping. And I like Kevin. The end.




Saturday, August 14, 2010

I'm thinking about making this my bucket list.

Found this in the Lucky 13th edition of Uncle John's Bathroom Reader. (Seriously the best and most informative books ever - you should check them out.) I picked out some of the good ones I liked.

How to Drive People Nuts

1. Wash out a gas can, punch a hole in it, then fill it with water and carry it down a busy lunch-hour sidewalk while smoking the biggest cigar you can find.

2. Call the Q-tips 800 number and say that one of the cotton swab parts just came off in your ear. When they reply, keep shouting, "What? What? What did you say?"

3. Go to the polar bear enclosure at the zoo and shout, "C'mon Larry, enough's enough! Take off that costume and come back to the office!"

4. Fill an inflate-a-date with helium and release it at rush hour on a windy day. Chase it down the street, yelling, "Come back here, you tramp!"

5. In the middle of the night, noisily bury a fully dressed mannequin in your backyard. Arrange lawn furniture on the fresh mound and sit down in it quickly when the police arrive.

6. Get a video camera and microphone and chase a local TV news crew around. Interrupt on-the-scene shots by shouting questions like "Where have all the cowboys gone?"

7. Ask strangers if they have change for a nickel.

8. In the bathroom at work, utter loud, pain-wracked screams, then emerge holding a large hen's egg.

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PAHAHA okay sorry I thought they were funny.

I leave in the morning for Germany. We'll see how this goes. I also never wrote my letter to Zac Efron, so maybe I'll just have to find some hot Germany celebrity to stalk.

//Sara

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A clean closet and a fan mail fiasco

Many of you may know that about two weeks ago, I locked myself in my room to clean. I guess I don't really know how I managed to pull that off since my door has no lock, but it's a figure of speech. But anyways, this was no normal cleaning. Oh no. This was a massive genocide of any and all items in my way on the path to a peaceful mind. Along the 12-hour journey, I found some interesting items I would like to share with you.

1. Old CD's, including Aaron Carter's "Oh Aaron" and a Jessica Simpson single. Featuring Lil Bow Wow. Also, all the basics including, Britney's "Hit Me Baby One More Time" and her self-proclaimed album "Britney" with the hit "I'm a Slave for You"... very sexual for a 10-year old to be listening to, wouldn't you say? The original Backstreet Boys album is still my favorite, though.

2. Hit Clips. If you don't remember what those were, you are NOT missing out. Pre-mp3 player mini keychain unnecessary item that you put little square microchips into with photos of artists such as Hilary Duff. It played like a minute clip of a song and cost like 3 bucks. WASTE OF MONEY. Personal favorite: Independent Woman I by Destiny's Child. "All the women who are independent, throw yo hands up at me. All the honeys who makin' money and wastin' it on Hit Clips, amputate your hands and throw them up at meeeee."

3. The Babysitter's Handbook. I've always wanted to know how to spoon feed infants. Because I definitely needed to know how to do that at age 12. WHO WOULD LEAVE THEIR INFANTS WITH A 12-YEAR-OLD?

4. Is it lipstick? No, it's a pen. Discreetly disguised as lipstick. Muahahaha.

5. All of my school supplies from middle school and high school. I was SUCH a hoarder. I'm surprised TLC did not come busting down my front door.
-Exhibit 5a. 20+ issues of our beautifully crafted middle school newspaper, the Cedar Street Journal. LMS was definitely a happening place. I did find out that I got a I- on my vocal solo in 8th grade. Clearly, I was not as good as Annika, John, or Zach though, who all got a 1+. Shuckydarns. It mattered that much.
-Exhibit 5b. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It's Punky Brewster's tamed dragon! True title to an essay written by Weston, Kristen, Kendra, and me in middle school.

6. Second grade memory book. "My teacher's name is Mrs. Heitschmidt. I like her because she doesn't get mad that much and she's pretty." Also sounds like a description of Sarah Palin...if only life were so simple.

7. I found out that I hated working with other children even in fourth grade. I wrote on something that I hated reading teams. I bet Jordan was on my reading team. Sorry.

8. Discovery: I have gotten worse at art over my lifetime. And I sucked before.

9. Book I wrote and illustrated: "Girls Incorporated." Something about malls and smoothies. Like Sarah Dessen on meth.

(Why are all of my creepy allusions to famous people named Sarah? Ehhhh...don't name your kid that.)

Welp anyways, that was just a little bit of my fun journey. I also found a journal dedicated to Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson. If anyone cares.

So I decided that today, I was going to write some fan mail to my favorite celebrities. Seeing as Bo Burninghambutt is out of the question after last year's attempt to contact him, I chose my other two favorites: Zac Efron and Lady Gaga. Seeing as I can't find an address for Lady Gaga, looks like I will be writing to Zac. He rocks.

//Sara

PS I leave on Sunday. Yikesizzle.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

SECOND POST

I am really, really tired of people commenting on my posts in Chinese. I get really excited when I see I have a comment, only to find it is in a foreign language using *gasp* non-Arabic letters. NO COMPRENDO. And even then when I use my Babel Fish translator, I can't understaaaaand. Nothing against Asians. My sister will probably end up marrying one. But please. Write in English. It's not my fault it's the international language!

Here is a little diddy I just now composed (sung to the tune of....anything you wish)

When you come to my blog and you read what I write
Take a moment to comment, but not out of spite
Because if you do so I will hunt you down
And make you sit in the mud so your butt turns brown
'Cause I've got bacon and that's all I need
Well besides cats, or nutrition labels to read
I like to hear what you have to say
So give me something jolly to make fun of todayyyyy

This is what lack of sleep does to me.

//Sara

ZOMG I leave for Germany in 25 days.

"There is no such thing as a tornado. Chuck Norris just hates trailer parks."

And not that I don't approve of the kittycatz on the new Quiznos commercials, but I seriously miss those old spongmonkeys....



It's amazing what all you can find on YouTube.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Have you ever grilled a PB&J?

My worst nightmare has come true. I think I am starting to *gasp* turn into an optimist. Okay, that might be an overstatement, but I seriously have been thinking ridiculously hard for the past week about stuff to make fun of or criticize on thiz hurr website and I cannot come up with a single thing. Could it be? Am I turning into a slightly tolerable human being? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?

Today at work, Andrew and I had a novel idea. What changes would our world face if someone concocted a type of pill that could replace sleep? What if you never got tired? Would our society see a more fast-paced lifestyle, accomplishing more tasks and having more fun? Or would more time be wasted? It's really interesting to think about.
A typical conversation in these living conditions:
Mother: Stop playing the PS27, it's time for bed!
Child: WHAT IS BED?!?!?!?!?!?!

Not really. But really. Would you have a bed? Could Young Money make your bed rock? Serious question.

Everybody reading this knows what lolcats are, right? I thought you did. Everyone know what lolspeak is? I thought you did, as well. I am not going to go into a lesson on this so if you don't know I suggest you Google it or pull a Benjamin Button to close the generation gap. Now here is my genius idea:


She's fun! She's flirty! She's fabulous! She's a smartass! She's....OHAI KITTEH. Tell me what you think.

And to my reader from Estonia, since I apparently have one of those (whadahexup): Ühest keelest ei piisa kunagi. 4eva.

I'm out. Love, peace, Swedish accent cheese
-Sara

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Limo boat.

I saw the craziest story on the news this morning! So this lady and her fiance were working on the slideshow they were going to show at their wedding reception and they were scanning childhood photos they wanted to use for it. The lady shows him a picture of her and her family and Disneyland when she was little. Her fiance looks at the picture. He couldn't believe it. There in the background was HIS dad. The two had been at Disneyland on the same day and they didn't even know each other, because they had grown up on opposite sides of the country! CRAZY.

Just thought I would share :) I gotta think of some funny stuff to write about...the list is starting NOW.

Peace out, girl scout.

-Sara

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Class of 2010 *sentimental*

Today is Tuesday, May 11th, 2010, as in my last day of high school. I cannot believe that we graduate on Saturday. I also cannot believe that I am supposed to give a speech on Saturday that I have not written yet. You definitely voted for the right person right hurrrrrr, fellow klassmatez.

But seriously. My mind cannot wrap itself around the fact that this is the last time all 80 of us will be in the same building at one time probably EVER again. EVER. A lot of us will probably hang out, but really, let's think here. Selene + Dylan + Connor + Kirsten + Bryan at the same place at the same time? Highly unlikely. Of course there are a few dull, chewed-on crayons in the box we call high school, but I will miss so many people so much!

top 5 things I will not miss about high school:
5. May Day parade
4. Cold, rainy football games in my dance uniform
3. Having 2nd lunch on block days
2. MEATBALL SUBS/BBQ MEATBALLS/BBQ BEEF ON A BUN/ANY OTHER NASTY FOOD
1. Its contribution to my narcolepsy

top 5 things I will miss about high school:
5. The amazing friends I've made!
4. Being involved in a lot of activities like dance team, drama club, scholars' bowl, going to basketball/football games... so many fun (and not so fun, I guess) memories!
3. Being able to go home after school knowing that I'll have someone there to take care of me
2. Did I mention my amazing friends?
1. Yenni's 4H comments

Back to the drawing board for my commencement speech. In the words of Spongebob (because I have heard this quoted so many times this past week)...
I'm gonna write an essay, that's what I say!

With love, Sara.
PS. The next time I write I will probably be an alumna.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Read this or die

My last post makes me depressed. The Oatmeal makes me glad.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Society.

I had an entire post typed up about the wishes I had in my life. I reread it, and it just sounded selfish, because I really have been incredibly blessed. So I am just going to say a few things before I move on with my massive to-do list.

Society puts so much emphasis on traits and situations that cannot be changed. I'm not saying that I am not guilty of this. We all are. We are all hypocrites. I know I've given cute boys more attention than the not-so-cute ones simply because they are good looking and I want them to like me. How incredibly ridiculous that? How do we decide who is cute and who isn't, who wears cute clothes and who doesn't? Every time you put on cute clothes, put on make-up, fix your hair, you are trying to impress someone. Sure, I look in the mirror and think, Hey, I like the way I look today. But I know I am not looking nice for me. If I could, I would sit with my greasy slept-till-noon face, tangly hair, and pajamas every Saturday.

I also hate how certain things are commended and certain things are completely ignored or brushed off as stupid or not worth recognizing. We honor the athletes with scholarships, the smart students with scholarships, the kids good at art with scholarships, the kids good at music with scholarships. But what about the students who work every day after school? Okay, they're rewarded with money BUT they're not exactly recognized for putting their efforts into that. What about the kids who put a lot of time into their churches? What about the kids who just put effort into spending time with their family and friends? That's what matters! I know I wish I would have not done so much unnecessary work in high school and just took a moment to chill and smell the flowers. I am not going to deny that I am smart, because I know that God decided to bless me with something in my brain that just understands stuff and I am really, really appreciative of that. But I also work hard at school. I use my worth ethic to get what needs to be done, done. I do my own work. I'm pretty honest. I got a B on my research paper, and you know what, I deserved a B. I'm okay with that. I'm not the person who scrambles to copy answers on my math assignment minutes before it's due, because you know what, I didn't get it done. So I deserve a 70%, because I only did 70% of the work well. I think that will help me later in life. I might not know how to fix a leaky pipe, though. And there are a lot of people who do. I don't think I'm better than anyone else, because I am clearly not. There is so much in my lifetime that I will never be able to do.

This is why it kills me to see such apathetic people. My life isn't perfect, but I put a smile on my face and deal. I take it out on other people once in a while, and I'm sorry. I'm just trying to make a life out of the life I've been given. I don't want to be criticized for getting awards or getting straight A's or trying to be friends with everybody. It's what I'm good at, so it's what I do. Find something YOU'RE good at and DO it and maybe I'll recognize you for that. I am not better than you because I am graduating at the top of my high school class or because I am captain of the dance team or because I have funny, nice, pretty friends. That means NOTHING in real life. But, I AM better than you if you go through life without ever caring about anything besides getting drunk and smoking weed and spending all of your money and being rude to people. I am determined to be better than you.

We read the Great Gatsby in school recently (and I will be honest, I did not read the whole book), but one statement stuck out at me about how personality is only repeated behavior. No matter what thoughts you have in your head, people can only judge you by what you do or say. The more you do or say something, the more those traits are adhered to YOU. There are so many things that run through my mind that people can never know because I don't say them.

I need to write my government paper.

Sorry no funny post today. Maybe after graduation :)

Monday, April 5, 2010

Creepy man + the Simpsons = great post

Attention creeper man at Wal-Mart:

1. I don't care if you're the nicest guy ever; do NOT sit on the bench by the carts at Wal-Mart and just watch people. Elementary school children: perfectly acceptable. Middle-aged ex-hippies with gray hair and creepy pedophile eyes: no.

2. If you are wearing a shirt with a lot of writing on it, which you were, you have to expect people to stare at you for a second trying to read what it it says. It comes with a territory. Wearing a shirt with a lot of writing on it about Chuck Norris, which is what you did, will get you double the staring time.

3. If you look in the mirror and the figure staring back at you looks like he belongs on a porch with a washing machine in Arkansas sitting on an old recliner with a shotgun, something needs to be changed.

4. Go watch The Simple Life reruns on YouTube for the rest of your life so I never have to see you again. But you probably already do that anyways.

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Caitlin and I watched the Simpsons season 1 last night! (Until I fell asleep.) Here is a recent clip from Hulu I found entertaining.


Israel

The Simpsons | MySpace Video



//Sara

Thursday, April 1, 2010

I just won the lottery.

I lovelovelove Miley Cyrus.



APRIL FOOL'S!
(Does anyone really know where the apostrophe goes in that? Let me know. Too lazy to Google it.)

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

I LOVE RACHEL LODER!


Sorry. I couldn't contain my excitement for the love of my babychild.
Looking forward to the Cari/Sara/Tina graduation reception. Can't believe the time is drawing near.


Monday, March 29, 2010

Some things I think about while I avoid being productive. (STITAWIABP)

Wouldn't it be amazing to invent something totally unheard of? I can't think of an example right now obviously because I'm not an inventor or even nearly that creative, but really. Imagine coming up with the wheel if you had never heard of anything like that before. There was a time before cars! Cameras! Microphones! Radios! FOOD PROCESSORS! Imagine what kinds of revolutionary and innovative ideas will come around in the next 5 years, 10 years, 50 years of our lives. It's exciting. Imagine how cars will change, how music will change, how the houses we live in will change. A house built tomorrow will be old in 100 years.

I always hear older people complain about how things just aren't how they used to be. Kids aren't as polite as they used to be and everything we own comes from China. Will we be able to look back and say things aren't like they used to be? I remember when I had to drive to school instead of being teleported through the fourth dimension via hot pink holographic moped.

What are people? Why are we comfortable around certain people but completely afraid of others? What makes certain people more worthy in society than others? Why does Lil Wayne make more money than teachers? How can we put so much emphasis on creatures that are exactly that same as us? What would it be like if we didn't have countries or different languages or cultural differences?

Why are cuss words bad? Who decided that certain words are bad?

Why do people worry so much about being politically correct? Shouldn't we worry more about being honest and not beating around the bush?

What is friendship? What is anger? What is love? What is laughing? What is art?

WHY DO I HAVE TO DO HOMEWORK IF I DON'T WANT TO? I'm serious. I want to learn what I want to learn. Why do we learn about so much pointless stuff in school and waste our time watching movies when we could be learning useful things like what a tax deductible is. I had to ask my mom to explain it to me after I saw an H&R Block commercial. 18-year-olds should not have to ask about this stuff when they have gone to school five days a week for the past 13 years of their lives. The sad part is I still know more than some people.

Ughhhhhhh so much I want to know and only a lifetime to figure it out. I guess I'm naturally inquisitive.


Thursday, March 25, 2010

Migh i's r tiyurd.

I think it's very inappropriate when I tell people I made a lot of money at work, and they tell me, "Don't spend it all in one place!" There is a time to be thrifty, yes. But there is a time to invest. For instance: I am obviously not going to spend $75 on a swimsuit at the Buckle when I don't even look that great in swimsuits anyway, especially when I can get one that is just as good at Target for a theoretical nickel. But my Dooney and Bourke bag in the three-digit figures has lasted me a lot longer than my Zac Efron bag from Wal-Mart.

SPEAKING OF WHICH—Who wants to join me in a commemorative burn of that bag on the last day of senior year? I'm thinking we need a campfire. BYOLF (Bring your own lighter fluid.) Let me know. Que pasaaaaa.

Rude Boy by Rihanna is dirty.

Everyone should come to the school play tonight, tomorrow, and/or Saturday at 7:30 pm in the year of our Lord twenty-ten.

Je veux voir votre pantalon sur le feu.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Ode to cranberry juice and plagiarism

CRANBERRY JUICE IS AWESOME! So I copied and pasted from Wikipedia, but I am going to tell you that I wrote this all myself. I wrote this all myself.

Cranberry juice
is the juice of the cranberry. Commercially, it is sold in either as a pure juice which is quite tart, or, more commonly, ascranberry juice cocktail, mixed with water and sugar or an artificial sweetener (such as aspartame or sucralose), or in blends with other juices, such as apple or grape. These may also be blended with other juices or flavors.

Cranberry juice is known to have various health benefits. These include:

Cranberry juice contains phytochemicals, which may help prevent cancer and cardiovascular disease.

Cranberry juice may help prevent and relieve the symptoms of urinary tract infections by primary and secondary means. The primary means works on the bacteria directly by altering the molecular structure of the fimbriae on the virulent strains of the bacteria that cause the infections. The secondary means works indirectly on the bacteria by changing the intravesical pH (the pH of the bladder's contents) making it more acidic.

Cranberry juice is high in oxalate, and has been suggested to increase the risk for developing kidney stones, although more recent studies have indicated it may lower the risk.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

The Piano Man: Part III - Final Installment of the Saga

So today I was chilling at my glorious after-school job when the wonderful Marjie was telling me about her experiences yesterday evening at the Billy Joel concert. I had to chuckle for she knows I despise "The Piano Man." Then I got to thinking: Is there anyone else in the world who feels the same way as I? Google was calling my name.


I am not alone. I feel at peace knowing that someone else shares my plight. It's bittersweet.


Friday, February 19, 2010

Exodus

Have you ever just woken up one morning and wondered, Hey, I wonder what it is like to work at an exit-sign factory?

Friday, February 12, 2010

Recent fails


It's blog time. Finally.

I've been pretty busy lately just chillin'. It's been nice. Caitlin and Lindsey got me on a recent addiction to the high-quality television program Dexter. Seriously, the ice truck killer is hawtt yet evil. (Is it just me who thinks of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy whenever I say evil?... EEEVIILLL!)

Anyways, to the fails. In chronological order. So sorry if I forgot what was actually funny about them.

#1: Mr. Hildebrand freaking out over the difference between a capital and lowercase K. There IS a difference, contrary to his belief.

#2: Crazy Chapman chick obsessed with manga. EHMAGAWD scholarz' bowl gets instense. Seriously. She KNEW that there was a difference between anime and manga. She knew. Don't mess with her.

#2b: Another scholars' bowl fail: foreign language questions. I will defend on my death bed that "Ein Tag wird es Zeit für uns" means "One day it will be time for us!" I STAND MY GROUND. No fat lady judge is going to get in my way.

#2c: Last scholars' bowl fail: going 0-5 at regionals. Pah. Silver Lake. Lakes aren't silver!

#3: The English language. Why do we capitalize the letter I? Are we that narcissistic? From this point on, i will refuse to type a capital i to represent the first person nominative pronoun unless it is at the beginning of a sentence.

#4: The whole experience of Selene and me going to see "Dear John." Bad, bad movie. Actually, good story line, bad interpretation thereof. There wasn't much time for character development, and Channing Tatum fails at his job. Success as sexy teenage poster boy, fail as actor. Anyway, there were three really annoying people in that theater. First girl: if a hairdo is a distraction to my movie-viewing when you are FOUR ROWS IN FRONT OF ME, it is definitely a hair-don't. Second girl: if you are tall and you KNOW YOU ARE TALL, do not sit in front of the shortest person in the row behind you. Third girl: I'll smack you once; i'll smack you twice; i'll smack you thrice. But don't yell "d-bag" at Channing Tatum in the middle of a very naked/sensual scene when it is dead quiet in the theater, despite his aforementioned horrible acting.

#5: Chicken Soup for the Pet Lover's Soul

#6: New club i created: Autism Lovers and Obsessers in the Heart
of America = ALOHA. Join it.

#6b. I think i am autistic.

#7: Me as child:

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Who hates ridiculous people on Facebook as much as Caitlin and I do?

video

Caitlin and I have a lot to say. :) Hopefully we can make some more vids!
PS- Keep doing stupid stuff. Or even good stuff. I'm keeping a list; don't think I forgot!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Blog fans: Beware.

I will be in engaging in expert espionage over these next few days to find really stupid and hilarious stuff that people do at school. For example, if you run into one of the poles in the commons, I am going to write about it. So you better be watching EVERYTHING you do or else it might end up on my blog.. muahaha. Happy trails!

Monday, February 1, 2010

Itz feb-you-erry

So I've officially decided that I need to stop making fun of people who tipe lyk dis bcuz i do it all da tymeee! Seriously. It's just really entertaining. I need a life. Good thing Caitlin and I are making our video today. But I guess if I'm going to stop making fun of people who do that I should find something else to make fun of them for by that time, because really, what is a video without getting a laugh at someone else's expense? ... NOTHING!!!

Celine Dion just came on on my iTunes shuffle.


Tuesday, January 26, 2010

4th hour.

Hey, dudes! Sara is back. I had a lot of complaints over that past few days from my regular fans that the image of the little ginger scamp child was starting to creep them out on their Safari Top Sites pages. LOLCATZ! I laugh at you.

Speaking of lolcatz (it's actually lolcats; the z was a classy touch by me), it has become one of my favorite phrases over the course of the past week. Seriously. It is a legitimate upgrade from the original LOL. It catches people off guard. Join in on the fun! http://icanhascheezburger.com/

I'm sure William Brown doesn't know I'm blogging about him, but I'm sitting in the library right now watching him mess with that interactive globe for like elementary schoolers and it's cracking me up. Seriously. William + talking globe. Picture it.

Besides this humor, today is a VERY VERY sad day in the life of Sara. (Yes, I just used the adverb "very" to modify the adverb "very.") Why, you ask? Did my hair get greasy due to excess conditioning product used last night? Is my Zac Efron tote bag falling apart? Did Kristina and I get pwn'd via e-mail by Mr. Ferguson? Did I get a B on a physics assignment? In fact, ALL these things have transpired today, and yet not one of them has saddened me to the point of the following news. And I quote Wikipedia:

"The science fiction film Avatar, directed by James Cameron, becomes the highest-grossing film of all time, surpassing his 1997 film Titanic."

AVATAR, I SHUN YOU. Titanic was FURR REELZ better than Avatar. However, what does highest-grossing actually mean? Like, do they take into account that movies have gotten BLOW-MY-MIND expensive and that 3D movies cost more? If you know any of this, please tell me. I would like to know.

Perhaps even sadder is that I go to Wikipedia for fun to find new information to store in my head. Such as this. Alas.

Now for the key issue of importance. Drumroll, please.


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I am sick of boots with fur. I sadly own two pairs. *Tear*. America needs to start getting some classier fashion trends or I might just make you eat spam.

Anyway (because "anyways" is not a word, which I learned from Becky and my friends at New Oxford American Dictionary) I finally watched the "Where's the Chapstick?" video. That's all I'm going to say about that one.

Peace and blessingz, peace and blessingz,
Sara

Sunday, January 17, 2010

lol.

Do you like Justin Bieber video parodies??
Well imma tell you one time- LOOK NO FURTHER.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Observations of Erudition

When do people start feeling older? It's not like every year on your birthday you suddenly feel like you've matured a year. Yet somehow, over time, you feel like you know so much more or feel like you have the ambition to do so many more things with your life and you just have to sit and wonder where it all came from. Moments and experiences must go by that we learn from in some way beyond our comprehension because looking back, I am definitely not the person I was at the start of high school. I'm not even the person I was a year ago. It's not necessarily a bad thing; it just blows my mind how it's so easy to just go through the motions and there you are, ready to take responsibility for your own life. Freaking weird, I'm tellin' ya. In the past week I saw the calendar change to the year at the end of my e-mail address and I received birthday greetings telling me I'm old enough to buy camel snus. It's a moving experience.

Anyways, sorry for the semi-sappy post, I just had feelings for once.