Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
This was me at 4. We were still living in New Hampshire, and I was still doing ballet. This was before I, at age 7, started taking karate instead. From ballet to karate. Awesome. So this was, in fact, taken more than 10 years ago.
Now, this one. I'm about 6 in this one, and this was while I was taking my ballet/jazz/tap combo classes. Obviously, this was the one for tap. (Hence the tap shoes.) Yes, I am, in fact, wearing fishnet tights. It's less creepy than it could be, though, because I don't have any makeup on, and my hair is just pulled back, unlike the mini beauty queen prostitots on "Toddlers and Tiaras."
Also, it must be said. . .Good Lord, check out those ears. I'm kind of surprised that the wind didn't pick me up and carry me away. I (mostly) grew into those things, though, so it's OK.
disturbing true story about this picture. I very (very) briefly "dated" this guy. . .I'm fairly sure it was after my freshman year of college, but for some reason, I always think it could be my sophomore year of college. I was somewhere in the 19-20 range. He was older than me, 21-22-ish.
He saw this picture, got this. . .disturbing look in his eye, and he goes, "So. . .do you still have that outfit?"
. . . . . . . . .
Needless to say, THAT is a relationship that didn't go the distance.
What I wanted to say was, "Um, even if I did, I was SIX! It wouldn't FIT! Also, CREEPY!"
It should also be noted that this guy was never allowed to touch me in any manner save a couple hugs I was pulled into unexpectedly. The mere thought of that now kind of makes me want to go shower
Day 09 - a photo you took
I have taken many photos in my life. Many. If I had a good camera right now, I'd be taking a lot more. I don't have my file of photos with me right now, but I'm sure I can find one somewhere. . .
This was taken over Easter 2008. That's my sister on the left and her friend Meghan on the right. We'd gone to a park. . .somewhere or another and I have 2 photo albums of pictures from that trip. Good times.
D and I are going to my friend Carol's wedding this weekend. . .should be fun. I haven't bought a wedding gift yet because. . .well, because I'm not rolling in money, and nothing on the registry is less than $40. I'm thinking gift card.
I'd bought a new dress to wear, but then I unearthed another one from my closet that I'd bought at a consignment shop and never worn. I modeled it for D and he said, "That. That is what you're wearing to the wedding."
(And you know, when I type it out, it sounds creepy and demanding. It wasn't. He was enthusiastic about the dress. It looks. . .well, it looks awesome. And I've never worn it. So there's that.)
Had a weird thing happen when I was working at the library last night. I was sitting on the floor, sorting magazines (as you do), and this guy with an accent (Russian?) was sitting there reading newspapers. He strikes up a conversation with me, nothing weird about it, and then at the end, he's like, "It was nice talking to you, Sarah."
. . . . . .????
Then he looks at my nametag for verification and says, "Yeah, I've seen you here before."
. . . . .????????!!!!!!!
I told the security guard about it before I left, but, unfortunately, I didn't say anything about it before the guy left, so I had absolutely no description except that he was a dude and he had an accident.
I'd be an absolutely terrible witness to a crime. Legitimately. I'd be like, "Um, someone ran off with someone's purse. . .I think it was a man that stole it, but it could have been a butch woman. He/she was. . .somewhere between 5'6 and 6'5, I think they had brown hair, but it could have been blonde, and they were wearing. . .clothes."
I just need to stay out of sketchy neighborhoods.
Oh, and if you're interested, this is what I'm going to make for dinner tonight. Yum.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Day 08 -- a photo that makes you angry/sad
I was going to do one of each, one that made me angry and one that made me sad, but I decided I deal with anger better than sadness.
So here it is. The picture that makes me angry. And, come to think of it, a little sad, too.
Yeah, I can just hear the collective, ". . . . . .huh?" Let me e'splain. (Also, I did not take this picture. I do not know who took this picture. I stole it off of facebook.)
OK, what's written on the bridesmaids' thighs is the Greek letters for Phi Sigma Pi. (Phi Sigma Pi Thigh?) It was the honors fraternity (Yeah, fraternity. Not sorority. It was co-ed.) that I belonged to in college. I joined because, for one, my cousin was a member at her college in the mountains and said it was awesome, because I really wanted to wear Greek letters (I thought they were badass), and because I desperately wanted to belong to SOMETHING in college, and when I went to the interest meeting for the campus sororities, all of the girls looked at me like I'd walked into the wrong room. ("Um, the Brunette Girls in Vintage Dresses and Chunky Heels meeting is three doors down. This is the meeting for the Blonde Girls Who Wear Prada and Stilettos.")
So I pledged and joined Phi Sig. It was. . .truth be told, it was awkward the entire time I was a member. I did. not. fit. in. I had a couple of friends in the group, but I never really meshed with most of the people.
So, part of the pledging process involves being assigned a "Big Brother." (This stands whether you're a dude or a non-dude. I was a brother. Everyone in the group is a brother. I still laugh when I get e-mails from Nationals that begin, "Dear Brother (Mylastname)." It's funny.
My Big was the bride in the photo, Jenn. When assigned to me, Jenn told me that she'd requested me amongst the initiates. Jenn was cool. We had to spend time with our Bigs weekly, and she would always bring me a little present, and we did cool stuff.
So, I get in to the fraternity, and all is good in the world.
This one semester comes up where we had SO! MANY! PLEDGES! and there were only, like, 8 members. (Long story, man. Long story.)
Jenn had already had me as a Little and another girl, Erica, as a Little. When it came to this semester, she had three: Holly, Alia, and Bethany. (Bridesmaid on the far left and the two to the right of the picture.)
Once these girls came around, it's like Jenn had never known me. They were a really crazy bunch of girls, and I'm guessing that they were just more fun than me.
Really long, "Poor me, Sarah has no friends" story short, I had no idea Jenn had even gotten married. She got married, and had her Fun Littles as her bridesmaids. So when I saw that picture, I was. . .well, it didn't feel great.
I was going to go on a bit about this, but I have to think about what I was going to say before I say it. I don't want it to come out like I'm whining, which I'm already in danger of having done.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Day 7 -- a Photo that makes you happy
Sort of defies explanation, doesn't it?I started this post 3 days ago and am going to post it as-is, because I've fallen waaaay behind on my list.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Day 06 -- 20 of your favorite things
The timing of this prompt is ironic, because I just read a blog post from some guy who was trying to come up with 1,001 things he hated. Although I'm fairly certain I could give that a valiant effort (maybe not 1,001. . .maybe 101?), 20 of my favorite things is so much more positive. Of course, me being me, I'm not going to be able to just make a list. I'm going to have to make commentary.
These are in NO PARTICULAR ORDER. I say that so, if I put a person on there, they're not like, "You like CHEESE more than me?!!" So, no particular order.
It pretty much ensures that I'll stay awake during the day. I'm officially a (Diet) Coke addict.
Billy Joel? Yes, please. *NSync? Of course. Green Day? Eff yes. Doesn't matter the music as long as it's loud and I know the words.
I love reading. I think that much is clear. I love reading, and I don't get nearly enough time to just sit down and read. The last book that I sat down and just read straight through was Audrey Niffenegger's "Her Fearful Symmetry." Weird, weird book. But still awesome.
My phone is not a Blackberry. It's an AT&T Pay-As-You-Go phone that LOOKS like a Blackberry. But it makes me feel cool. The downside is that now I'm pretty much incapable of texting on regular cell phones. I've forgotten how.
5. My D
Not going to get all mushy-gushy, but my life is 'more better' with him around. Plus, he puts together a lunchbox of snacks for me when I go to work. Win-win.
Katie and I had a tenuous relationship when I was in high school but came out the other side relatively unscathed. She's in my top 3 favorite people.
French foreign films are freaking weird. That's one reason I love them. Another reason is that you can have a murder mystery-romance-lesbian-musical movie in English, and it's weird; but if it's in French? It's AWESOME.
I don't like blue pens. I don't write with them. But I love a good black pen, with the kind of ink that's a little shiny, but not enough to smear all over your hands? Awesome.
They must also have Ranch dressing. There was a bar within walking distance of where I lived in the mountains that had the! best! cheese fries EVER. I think they've closed down now (not surprisingly. . .the owner was kind of a dick to his employees.) but they legitimately had the best cheese fries EVER. Also the best Southwestern salad, but that's a story for another time.
I love a good joke that you have to think about for a second before you laugh. Whether it's a joke or a pun or whatever, I like having to think about why it's funny before laughing. Gross-out humor, I'm not into. Fart jokes are not on my repatoire of Things I Find Humorous. But if you give me a joke that I have to have some kind of knowledge about something to get, that's awesome.
The best example I can think of right offhand is pretty much everything Demitri Martin has ever said. Two of my favorites are, "A mobile home with a flat tire is a home," and "It's funny to me why 'finger puppets' is OK as a noun."
I love a good list. If you said to me, "Sarah, make a list of. . .food," I'd be like, woohoo! Food list! The only thing better would be if you gave me markers and Post-It notes so I could color coordinate the list.
I love cupcakes. Making them, eating them, whatever. When I win the lottery and have my own bakery, I'm going to have an entire line of just cupcakes. The last ones I made were cherry cupcakes, and it's actually true that fruit is better suited to be put in muffins. They were fine, though. I also made buttercream icing to put on them, so awesome.
Whenever I go to a show (which is not actually all that often, contrary to my two-shows-a-week habit of. . .last week), I always want to buy an overpriced T-shirt. But I won't buy said T-shirt unless it has a list of the dates and places the tour went. I did not buy a T-shirt at the Ingrid Michaelson/Matt Morris show, for one, because the quality was crap, but also, because there were no tour dates. The Backstreet Boys show? Hell yes, I bought a T-shirt. And I've evern worn it in public. Once.
This is. . .not a new development, but recently, I've become fully entrenched in the World of Blog. Reading them/writing them/whatever. I love the whole concept.
Yeah, I'm one of THOSE PEOPLE. We have this shoe rack that was built into the closet of the apartment. There are. . .5 or 6 shelves on the rack, and each shelf holds 3 pairs of shoes. Originally, D had the top shelf, and I had the rest, but somehow I managed to convince him to let me comandeer the entire thing. So now I have that (which adds up to 15-18 pairs of shoes, all heels), a shoe thing hanging on the back of the closet door (sneakers), that holds something like 16 pairs, 5-8 pairs of boots lined up under my clothes, and a bookshelf (that will one day hold books, if I ever move them out of my father's house) that is currently holding 9 or so pairs of summer shoes/sandals. It's a sickness.
My sister, for the longest time, refused to set foot in a Goodwill. She didn't like the smell, I guess, and how dirty they tend to be. I, however, love some Goodwill. I justify my love for it with the fact that whenever I clean out closets, etc., I bring it all to Goodwill (unless someone I know is having a yardsale. I've found more shoes and dresses in a Goodwill than I can even count. And it's not just Goodwill. Consignment shops are awesome, too. We're going to a wedding next weekend, and a dress that I bought at a consignment shop in the mountains is what I'm going to wear. It's a $100+ dress that I got for like $20 or less.
OK, OK. I know it's not very lady-like. I shy away from most profanity while a) blogging; b) at work; c) around children; and d) at my mother's house. I feel like it's a respect thing, combined with a professionalism thing. I don't want someone from a company I'm trying to work for coming across this blog and seeing that I'm calling every other person an m-fer, and I know better than to use it in a work setting. But sometimes, there is truly nothing more satisfying than slamming your finger in a drawer or something and having te ability to scream, "SONOFABITCH!" It's. . .cathartic. It's obnoxious when it's constant, though. Like Kevin Smith movies. Or my ex-boyfriend. Or The Blonde One I used to work with.
If you know me, you know how much I love being right. If you say "Grease 2" came out in 1983, and I KNOW it came out in 1982, I will make absolutely sure that you know that I'm right. I'm not obnoxious about it, but I'll look it up online and be like, "Well, actually, it says right here. . ." It's another compulsive thing. Sometimes I'm wrong, admittedly, but if I KNOW I'm right, I need people to know that I am. Unobnoxiously.
The only thing wrong with this is when I KNOW I'm right, and someone, despite evidence to the contrary, still insists I'm wrong. When I'm clearly not. An example of this is one of my college BFFs, Kenny. That song. . .I think it's actually called "I Would Walk 500 Miles," has the lines:
"And I would walk 500 miles;
And I would walk 500 more;
Just to be the man who walked;
A thousand miles to fall down at your door."
Kenny INSISTS to this day that the last line is "Five thousand miles to fall down at your door."
This? Makes NO SENSE. He walked 500, and then he walked 500 again. 500 + 500 = 1,000. It does not equal 5,000. And, thanks OCD, this bugs me more than it should.
I love opening my inbox to find I have 12 new messages. I do not so much love opening my inbox to find that I have 12 new messages, 8 of them are spam, 3 are newsletters, and one is telling me I didn't get the job I applied for. I like getting e-mail from legitimate people. D sends me e-mails, and I enjoy the mornings when I get those.
20. Finishing a project
Like this list.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Day 05 -- your favorite quote
This prompt isn't as interesting to me as the others. I know some people walk around with many contemplative quotes in their arsenal, but I do not. I can quote TV shows (The Office and Friends, mainly), but I don't have a specific quote that I always go back to.
The one I put in the yearbook my senior year was from "American Beauty." It's the part where Kevin Spacey starts in on his "I'm going to get hot so I can do my daughter's friend" kick, and he says, "It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself." I've always liked that, but I wouldn't go so far as to call it my favorite.
How about my favorite thing that was said to me in time of crisis?
I used to work at a newspaper, as you may or may not know. I was in charge of the Life section. . .you know, human interest stories, births, deaths, engagements, weddings, etc. There was this woman who came in to talk to me because I'd. . .I can't remember specifically. I'd either forgotten to put in the story about her grandson (who was in the military) or I'd messed it up or something. I'd effed up the story, in short.
So she came in and tore me a new one. I'd been on the job. . .MAYBE 2 months. My boss was sort of sadistic, so screwing up meant fear.
After she finished yelling at me, and I'd apologized profusely and maybe cried (No, I don't think I cried. Much. While she was standing there.) she got a lot nicer, and she said, "Dear, just remember one thing. The people who don't make mistakes are the one who aren't actually doing anything at all."
I've remembered that since then. It doesn't really make me feel better when I'm messing up a batch of cupcakes or getting fired from said newspaper job or getting into an argument, but I thought it was nice of her to say that.
D and I started watching "Up!" last night and I did. not. like. it. Karen had told me that when she watched it, she'd cried, so I thought, OK, it's a happy movie where someone is in peril, but it all works out in the end in a joyous sort of manner.
Not so, my friends. Not so AT ALL. (If you haven't seen it and want to skip over this next part, I understand. <>
We didn't actually get to the end of the movie (fell asleep), but the beginning of it involved getting all invested in this couple that met as kids, grew up, got married, lived a happy life until the wife, who the guy loves so much. . .DIES. She effing DIES. And then he gets depressed and hits a construction worker who hits his mailbox that he and his wife put up many, many years ago, and gets sent to an old folks' home. < /spoilers>
WHAT the WHAT?!
This is a freaking kid's movie. (Actually. . .come to think of it, I guess there were plenty of horrifying deaths in kids' movies of my day. But STILL!) I did not put in a colorful, cutesy-looking movie to cry.
And cry I did.
I cried through I'm pretty sure the first third of the movie. And then finally, blessedly, I fell asleep. I have no idea how it ends, and I don't want to watch it again to find out. I'm a super-sensitive person anyway, but give me something like that, and I'm just a mess.
It was like:
D: Are you OK?
Me: (sobbing) IIIIII dooooon't liiiiiiiike thiiiiiiiiis! (more sobbing)
What I'm thinking (but didn't verbalize, because OBVIOUSLY) was along the lines of "Oh my God, there's this age difference between us and you're going to die and I'm going to be all alooooooooone!" or "Why didn't WE meet when we were kids? I'm not going to have enough time with you and I'll be all aloooooooooone!"
(Of course. . .we couldn't have met when we were kids. But that's not the point.)
All I'm saying here is that I don't appreciate Pixar and their mean "Hey, this is a cartoon, but it's going to throw you into the PITS OF DEPRESSION!"
(Apparently, it has a happy ending. So why didn't they START with the happy?)
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
As my consolation prize, I'll throw in "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov. Yes, it's the story of a man obsessed with his pre-pubescent step-daughter, but I dare you to read that book, a book of love and jealousy and crazy obsession, and tell me that you don't, at some point, just really feel for the guy. Another awesome read.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Day 03 - your favorite television program
Cancelled or uncancelled? Cable or network?
I don't actually watch that much TV, but Grey's Anatomy is probably my current favorite that is actually on TV currently. I also love (LOVE!) the Food Network, and I miss it now that we only have the most basic of cable packages.
Older shows, I have every season of Friends, and I feel like Wonderfalls was one of those TV shows cut off before its prime. I used to never miss The Office, but now it's lamer than lame. Jim and Pam need to STFU and go away with their stupid baby.
30 Rock used to be one I never missed, but I just got busy with life, and I don't think I watched it once last season.
Modern Family is good. Cougar Town is not good.
This is a pretty short vignette of a post, but I don't really have a lot to say about TV. The most passionate thing I feel about it is that I miss the Food Network. I also miss watching trashy reality TV. But I feel like I'm a better person for my lack of a billion channels.
Monday, June 14, 2010
So the weekend was great.
Then Ingrid came on. Her show was great. Really, really great. The crowd was into it, she was into it. . .she did a cover of Britney Spears' "Toxic". . .all was good in the world.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Much like with the songs, I don't have a favorite movie. I love movies, and have (if I do say so myself) a pretty good and extensive collection at home. I have old movies, romantic comedies, action movies, great movies, terrible movies, gay movies, old movies. . .Pretty much everything. A couple of my favorites, though. . .
1. Pulp Fiction
Um, OK, that's actually kind of gross. But it's nowhere near gruesome.
So why, you may ask, is this one of my favorite movies?
Friday, June 11, 2010
If you held a gun to my head and said, "Sarah, pick one favorite song," I'd be like, "Please stop holding a gun to my head," and when you realized that it was stupid to be threatening my life over a song, you would lower the gun and contemplate what you were doing, which would give me the opportunity to Judo Chop your wrist to get the gun out of your hand while holding you in a Full Nelson until the cops got there. Incidentally, it wouldn't take them long to get there, because they were watching from across the street and one of them says, "Holy Jeez, that person has a gun to that girl's head." This is also how they knew to come over. Because they saw it.
Point being, all this would transpire because I wouldn't know what to tell you. I can tell you favorite artists, I can tell you songs I love, but I can't actually give you one song that is My Song. So I'll give you a few from which to choose and the circumstances under which I love them. I hope that's OK, but I'm guessing it won't be, since you were the one holding a gun to my head a few minutes ago.
Best Song That Reminds Me of Middle School But That I Still Sing Along To
-- *NSync's "I Want You Back"
This song was 'DA BOMB' in middle school. (Do people still say that? Did anyone ever say that?) It's catchy, it's poppy, it's about a boy wanting a girl back because he did her wrong (which. . .I had no experience with, but I took their word for it that that's the way it goes.) I love this song to this day and will still unabashedly play it with the windows rolled down whilst rocking out. As much as one can rock out to a boy band.
Best Song to Sing During Karaoke If I Were Willing to Sing in Public
--Carrie Underwood "Before He Cheats"
I don't sing. No, wait, that's a lie. I don't sing well. Therefore, I do not sing in public. However, there are times when you're out at a bar (I would imagine) that your friends are like, "Come on! Sing! Get up and do karaoke!" And if that were to ever happen to me, this is the song I'd sing. I don't know why, but I've always imagined getting up and getting all into it and tossing my hair in a sexy sort of way that says "Yeah, you're not going to cheat on ME!"
. . .I don't know.
Best Song That Will Immediately Put You in the Mood for Lovin'
-- Maroon 5 "Kiwi"
This song is dirty. There's no other way to put it except that it's dirty as hell. And I love it. (This isn't an actual music video, as Maroon 5 never recorded one for this song. It's just the song.)
So there's three. I have a list of like 6 more, but I started this post like 12 hours ago, and I feel like it's about time to move on. Maybe I'll revisit the idea of Music for Special Occasions later.
One of the (many. Many.) blogs I read put this thing up, a 30-day topic-a-day list of things to write about. I'm going to attempt to keep up with it, although I haven't decided whether I'm going to make these, as a whole, their own seperate entries or if I'm going to attach them to something I've already written, but I guess it doesn't matter. So here's the list:
Day 13 - a fictional book
Day 14 - a non-fictional book
Day 15 - your dream house
Day 16 - a song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 - an art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 - my wedding/or future wedding
Day 19 - a talent of yours
Day 20 - a hobby of yours
Day 21 - a recipe
Day 22 - a website
Day 23 - a YouTube video
Day 24 - where I live
Day 26 - your week, in great detail
Day 27 - my worst habbit
Day 29 - hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 -- a dream for the future
Not looking forward to Day 8, but what can you do?
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
That's about the time I lost it.
I cried until we got to our seats. I ended up sitting next to a cousin of mine who is. . .kind of mean? And who would have mocked me had I cried any more, so I managed to hold it in through most of the ceremony. I just looked away if I had to cry.
Probably not after this particular commencement address.
Um, I'm pretty sure that saying Al Gore is wrong is an opinion.
About 40 minutes of doom and gloom (and bling!), and he closes with "But God is there." I think this was his point, but I also think that he chose the Worst! Possible! Way! to get the point across. Finally, blessedly, it was over.
And then everyone got their diplomas, and there was joy in all the land. But seriously? If I were one of these graduates, I'd throw off my stupid hat and be like, "Eff all this. I'm staying in high school."
When Katie's name was called, D said we were maybe one of the top 4 loudest families to cheer. My Marine brother yelled, "Yeah, KATIE!" in a scary, military-type voice. We're all loud by nature, so none of this was a surprise. I probably "WOOHOO!"'ed kind of loudly as well.
Afterward, we went back to Mom's, took some pictures, had some cake, and hung out. My brother brought liquor, which helped with my grieving process.
But all in all, good times.
What's that you want? More pictures? OK, OK. Incidentally, this marks the first time ever I've posted a picture of myself on my blog. This was initially for. . .something like security purposes? But I feel like at this point, I've given enough information that people would be like, "Oh, yeah. That's Sarah."
I know what you're wondering, and the answer is yes. I am, in fact, 9,000 feet tall. This is, obviously the fam.
What I should explain before my last picture is that my sister is kind of a misplaced hippie. She legitimately should have been born back in the 50's, so she would have been a teenager in the 60's. She's crunchy and groovy and all about peace signs. So when I wanted to change out of my lovely black and white dress and I borrowed some clothes from Katie, naturally, they were tie-dyed.