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.