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.)