Buffalo Sauce!

Have you guys ever wondered where buffalo wings/sauce got their name? Well I did.

So I googled it.

They are from Buffalo, New York!

And where did Buffalo, New York get its name from?

From Buffalo Creek.

And where did the creek get its name from?

Most likely.......an actual buffalo.

So in conclusion, although buffalo wings and sauce can be traced back to buffalos, they are actually from Buffalo.

Has anybody even ever been to Buffalo? Just curious. That doesn't sound like a place most people ever go.

A Snack Food Analysis

Cracker boxes and chip bags. The print on them is often ignored and overlooked, but what they say really offers a lot of insight to the values of a company and the amount of money they are willing to spend on hiring creative writers to execute this job. I always read the back of everything, and the only thought on my mind when I finish reading is, "Wow......I feel sorry for the person who had to write this."

I've compiled a few examples from our mediocre snack collection in our dorm room.

Keebler Town House Italian Herb Flatbread Crisps

Everyone loves Keebler elves, and club crackers are an American classic and pantry staple. Here is what the back of the box says:

"There's a place where everyone feels at home. Where the company, conversation, and food make all who enter feel welcome. A place that feels as warm with a crowd as it does with just a friend. It's a place you'll find Town House Crackers. Because they're part of what makes your place the place. Welcome to Town House. Where good times reside."

Oh my gosh. Get me a freaking box of tissues, that was touching. The added touch of breaking apart the dependent clauses and making separate sentences out of them tugs at my emotions. Really, it does.

Company values: Family, friends, and partying.

Writer's skills: Intermediate

On a side note, the front of the box says "OVEN-BAKED." I like how every cracker company hasto put "oven-baked" on everything. Like where else would you bake a cracker? In the toaster? That would honestly be a little more impressive, if they individually placed each cracker in the toaster. I'd pay for that.

Quaker Quakes Cheddar Cheese Rice Snacks

We have grown to love the heart-healthy foods that that little Quaker man has given us for years, like oatmeal and Chewy bars! And now it comes in a sack that makes you think you're eating healthy.

Back of sack:

"Light & crispy crunch satisfaction! Quaker Quakes Rice Snacks are the surprisingly delicious snack with a satisfying crunch. And because they're always baked, never friend, and have 0 g trans fat, you can snack smart. Also try these other great flavors from Quaker Quakes: Vanilla Creme Brulee, Caramel Corn, Apple Cinnamon, Chocolate, Ranch, Sea Salt & Cracked Black Pepper."

Hmmm.... a) I'm so glad you bake your rice snacks instead of frying them, because that would taste disgusting if you did. b) I don't appreciate you putting a sales tip in there to try your other products. Obviously, when I grabbed the sack off of the shelf, I saw you had other flavors. c) Basically NOTHING has trans fat so just stop trying to impress me.

However, "crispy crunch" gets alliteration points. But the truth is, they are not very crispy.

Also, from the front of the sack..."20% More Free, Limited Time Value!!"

Thanks for eliminating some of the air in my bag. Really thoughtful of you.

Company values: Satisfying their customers and attempting to promote health. Driven by money.

Writer's skills: Basic. Very basic.

Trader Joe's Reduced Guilt Pita Chips with Sea Salt

Trader Joe's: The breeding ground of hipsters. Nobody actually goes there, but society pretends that they do in order to enhance the eliteness that is Joe, whoever that is.

Back of sack:

"Trader Joe's Reduced Guilt Pita Chips are crunchy, savory snacks made from fresh pita bread. They're lightly sprinkled with naturally flavorful sea salt, spritzed with oil and baked - not fried, so they're crunchy and delicious right out of the bag. And they have just 2.5 grams of fat per serving - that's 50% less fat and 20% fewer calories than our regular pita chips. So go ahead, grab a handful and enjoy - without the guilt." (and then in REALLY small print.... *vegan* <-- Did I not say Trader Joe's was hipster?)

Where do I even start? Nice tactic trying to make me feel guilty about EATING. One of the most basic necessities of human life! Really clever! Everything has fat and calories. I would also hope that the snack I am purchasing is crunchy and delicious right out of the bag. It is expected. If my snack is not crunchy and delicious right out of the bag, then you have failed. You don't need to try to convince me. And what is with this "grab a handful and enjoy" crap? I would sure hope that I could eat more than a meager handful of this snack without feeling guilty.

Company values: Probably supports PETA. Fitting into skinny jeans. Joe probably wears hemp bracelets to work.

Writer's skills: Intermediate

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My suggestion:

Just start putting a picture of the employee of the month on the back of the sack or box. I would go back and buy your product every month just to see who the next employee of the month is!! You will have increased revenue. And your employees will also work harder and you can save money on hiring creative writers because NO ONE CARES WHAT THE BACK OF YOUR BOX OR SACK SAYS. Then you can donate that amount of money or products that value that amount of money to end world hunger.

I am a genius. Sara for President.

Over and out.

Amurricah!

zOmG gUyZZ I guess I'll update my blog. I honestly don't really have anything to complain or rant about. But I'm still alive. And I'm back.

Things that anger me about Facebook

1. When people update their Facebook status at least three times a day. Get a Twitter.

2. When people post annoying things that nobody cares about.
2a. The music videos to overplayed radio songs that are apparently "so awesome".. we have TV. We have radios. We are children of the world. Nobody cares you know what Nickelback is, because unfortunately, we do.
2b. Pictures that you took of yourself and only of yourself. This includes but is not limited to mirror photos. Get some friends to take pictures with, or hire a photographer. *Disclaimer: this is appropriate when you are making fun of people who do this.
2c. Results from various quizzes and games. I couldn't care less how you spend your time on Facebook, but do you think we care that you planted 74 acres of corn on Farmville or got the new highest score on Sorority Life? Excuse me while I give you a freaking cookie. That is what the handy little X-button is for in the top right corner of all entries.
2d. And this is probably just a personal pet peeve of mine, but if you comment on like 70 things in one day, delete them off of your profile feed. I don't care to see the first five words of every post you make on somebody else's wall, especially "HaPPy BiRThdAyy xoxo** luv u 4evaaa", except I would probably only see "HaPPy BiRThdAyy xoxo** luv...." and then it kills me with temptation so I must click on it to see the rest of the post because I just have to see the end of this greeting to some Facebook friend I got when I was 14 and haven't talked to since and then I end up looking at all their pictures of what they have been doing for the past five years, including 4H fairs and baking cookies and millions of cheerleading team pictures and party pictures in fields where you know they are trying to discreetly hide their underage alcohol, and pretty soon five hours have gone by until I decide to delete end my cyber-friendship with that person who YOU LED ME TO VIA YOUR STUPD HAPPY BIRTHDAY WALL POST. So do me a favor and delete it off of your feed.

Moving on.

3. When people just say "lol" in a comment. Would you care ot elaborate why you are laughing out loud? *Disclaimer: the only time this is acceptable is if you are trying to be hipster and say "lolz" or something of the sort.

4. When people have flat out conversations on a status. That's what inbox or chat is for. *Disclaimer: this is interesting if the conversation is humorous. But I don't care that it's your dog's birthday.
4a. The annoyance increases 20 points if somebody else is having this conversation on something that you originally commented on, so you end up getting all of the notifications.

5. When people who have had one year of Spanish try to write in Spanglisch to other people when it's not even cool Spanglisch. Like, "Me gustan tus new shirts de Hollister lawlzzzzxoxoxo." My Denglisch will pwn your Spanglisch.

6. When people make smilies like this: (:
I actually have friends who do this, so I am not going to bash it too much, but really people.

7. When people make it incredibly public what they are doing at any given moment. Referring to number 1, get Twitter.

8. When people ask questions on their status such as: Who wants to go with me to the roller rink today?!?!?
Next time you do that, I will answer and say that I want to go and see what you say. Find your own friends and ask them yourself.

9. When people have ridiculous phrases as their "middle name." I wish you had that as your actual middle name as a way of spiting you.

10. When person A writes on person B's wall and tags person B in the post. Like... why??

I could probably think of more but I just don't even care because Twitter is awesome and Facebook is only good for messaging, chat, pictures, events, and keeping in contact with old people. Which is a lot. But seriously just use it for these things and not for spamming me okayyy thankssssss

Sara meets world.

Yeah I know, I haven't really blogged in Germany. I have just been busy out in the world "erleben" as I like to say in my Denglisch, or rather, experiencing. Living and learning, leben and lernen. You know how I do. But I was just sitting here reminiscing about American television. Throw your hands in the air if you recognize the pure genius of Boy Meets World. Marathon when I get home? FEEEEEEENY sara :*

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

Read this or die

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

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/computers

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 :)

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

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.)

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.

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Rachel-Loder-Photography/357087214673