Life as a Princess

Double Stuffed

2006-02-17T22:41:00.000-08:00

Oreos are quite delightful! This afternoon my mom bought a whole pack, just out of the blue, along with a new jug of milk. It was such a treat! Rarely, RARELY do we have oreos in the house, and now I think I understand why. The box is definitely pretty much gone, I think I ate seriously like 20, so between my brothers and I...I guess that's what happens when you have roves of teens and one home from college for the weekend. But we did accompany the delicious oreo's with nice, cold, new, milk, which I hear is a great source of calcium.
Why does self-restraint have to be so...restraining? It'd be so much more easy if it weren't!

Impending Doom

2006-02-04T01:19:00.000-08:00

I'm on the verge of my last day of freedom before returning from my hiatus from that place called school. Please, pray for me. No, seriously, it's gonna be ugly.

Until then, I don't feel much like talking, so why not take a look at this. It's some pretty sweet stuff.

http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/encyclicals/documents/hf_ben-xvi_enc_20051225_deus-caritas-est_en.html

Jane Austen

2006-02-03T22:46:00.000-08:00

I would like to begin by extending my most heart-felt apology and true thanks to Meggers, whom it has been recently revealed that she too is an (avid) reader of the above listed blog "life as a princess". That makes three!

Today was spent in an assortment of leisurely activity, that unfortunately was not in the least bit gratifying, especially for being so leisurely. It would seem that the avoidance of an unlikeable task ruins the whole atmosphere and attitude of relaxation. This is in no way any new revelation to myself, or might I venture to say mankind as a whole, but one who's truth is discovered again and again over the course of a lifetime yet somehow never manages to rid itself of the inherent bitterness and utter remorse of the person re-experiencing it anew each time that such a depressing sinerio occurs.

Such an instance may be likened to stolen chocolate, in substance if not in manner. Or would that be resemblance in manner if not in substance?...Either way the pleasure that normally accompanies the deliciousness of a chocolaty treat is, in fact, negated by the underlying principal that this chocolate came to excite thy taste buds through no natural means but rather due to the un-willing sacrifice of another. For that other party had intended the chocolate for it's rightful owner, the original party. (That's why it is 'stolen' and not 'gifted'). In this instance, the preemptive act of stealing the chocolate demeans the pleasure derived from it, just as the act of relaxing is demeaned by the ever-present knowledge of what is commonly known as 'wasting one's time' in a fruitless effort to escape the inevitable.

And so 'twas earlier this day. In all honesty, I am obliged to admit that so 'twas the entire day, and appears, by all lottable accounts, to remain even until this very moment. I can fool myself no long by claiming to not use flowery language to prolong the dreadful writing of a paper entirely in Spanish. In my own defense, the language may not me used for such a cause of which I moments ago accused myself, however, it is more than very possible that it is indeed inspired by the viewing of a marvelous show earlier this evening that rought the desire to, in one manner or another, live advantageously in an age of beauty, eloquence, and love, to escape to a time that is extraordinary and attractive in most every way for just a few minutes. To slip away and escape in the essence of it by partaking in it as easily as one can, by sharing in the language (or attempting to) when one can not share the screen nor actual lives portrayed thereof, primarily due to the fact that they are fictisous as the the book they were based upon.

But alas! All good things must come to an end, at least while we dwell here on earth, and I can no longer evade the fact that Peter is at a party and that I have to go and fetch him, as is my responsibility as his elder sister.
Farewell. It has been a pleasure.

10th and counting

2006-02-02T21:15:00.000-08:00

I had something to say. I think it was intriguing, but I'm not sure. Today I got some stuff done, but there's still a lot left to do and not only did I miss Mass because of traffic, but something else happened that ruined my good mood--only I can't remember what it was!
I'm loosing my mind! But I know it, unlike those who loose their minds but don't really notice or miss it.
I apologize to all of those reading it, ok, lets face it, Katie and I are the only ones who read my blog, so let me re-phrase that, and how about in letter form?

Dear self and/or Katie,
or rather,

Dear Katie and/or self,
first of all, thank you for your continued support. I couldn't do it without you! (especially you, self)
Please forgive me for having such a depressing blog. I'm just glad I dont' have to suffer through reading it every day. I really should make an extra effort to bring some sunshine into your lives, it's the least I can do. So think happy thoughts, for from this point forward, I shall write about them! No more on-line whinning, be gone synical comments and bad spelling! Best of all, no more darn teen-age anxt that is all too familiar.
Ya!
You, dear reader(s), might also note the pretty new format. Isn't it delightful? I sat there, looking at my old blog, wondering how I could lie so blaintanly to you two readers by claiming to be (and I quote) "enchanting and pink" when, in all reality, there was no trace of pink on the screen. So I talked it over with me, and decided to stop lieing. Plus, this is a lesson in not being attached to worldly things, like blog formats or poka-dots, or cucumbers.

Farewell for now, until tomorrow's happy news is lived out.

I had something to say. I think it was intriguing, but I'm not sure.

Happy February, by the way.

2006-02-01T21:38:00.000-08:00

On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....

Physics??
For being my true love, they sure are a jerk.

I'd rather not talk about today. I'd just rather not, ok? Staying home isn't as glamerous as it sounds when you have a physics test, paper in spanish, finishing a novel, and an AP essay looming over your head. Not that I'm complaining...but, man, the burrito I had for lunch wouldn't even heat up!!

At least I went to evening Mass with Dad. Even then, we didn't sit by eachother. And the TV show "Lost", which I just last week started to watch now that I have some time to, was a re-run.

But I'm in a suprisingly good mood for having such a distasteful, average, mondane, frustrating, chilly day. Horay!

One Week

2006-01-31T21:42:00.000-08:00

Quick blog-- Peter, whom again has urgent matters to take care of that, naturally, depend on the use of the computer.

Today I had dining companions all day long! Horay!
Dad for breakfast, a dear old friend for lunch, family for dinner.

The CT scan went well, I think, they didn't really say anything. But Mr. technishion Steve was there and he's quite the funny guy!
Plus, I didn't have to drink the disgusting "smoothie" one ususally has to. Don't know why, but I've heard of it's horrableness and am glad I didn't experience it.

The past week or so I've been not only craving, but dreaming about taco bell. Is that weird?

By the way, tomorrow is February.

Day the 7th

2006-01-30T21:46:00.000-08:00

As you may or may not have noticed, there was no blog entry for yesterday, however I assure you it was not for ill reason.
'Twas a two-fold cause; the probable need for your eyes to rest after Day the 5th's entry and the more impeeding family rule of not turning the computer on any given Sunday so to honor the sabbath day.

I regret to inform you that today's proceedings were practically uneventful. Yesterday I was inducted into my school's first ever chapter of the INTERNATIONAL THESPIAN SOCIETY a ultra-cool, highly prestigeous, refreshingly dramatic theatre society who's aim is excellence in theatre. oh ya!

But that was then and this is now. When all that happened was a call from the doctor ordering a CT scan appointment to figure out why pieces of my appedix are everywhere but together, forming a nice little appendix. We shall see. And the question remains, how long will Sarah's medical condition evade local doctors?

This is alfa 2 signing off, the younger brother unit has pressing CTU matters to attend to.

"Report to Room 333 at 3pm"

2006-01-28T18:35:00.000-08:00

Day 5 of Home:

Today was an adventure! And today marks my first real theatre audition (aaaaawwwwwwww - everyone sigh now).
It all began, naturally, with starting late. 45 minutes before the biggest audition of my lifetime thus far, I had to call up my way-cool-friend-the-professional-actress and check to make sure my resume was acceptable. Then my best friend Marie arrived and we were off!

Luckily enough, it was a dreary day and rain confuses drivers but we arrived at the prescribed university in just enough time to run in, fill out paperwork, and audition. Or rather, we would have had just enough time to do all that if we had been in the right building. Leave it to me to memorize the wrong place for something so important!! We searched and searched the one performing arts building where the honor band was (I was actually suppose to be in that honor band, but due to a series of unfortunate events received special permission to not be in it (ie, major emergency surgery), which turned out to be a good thing- I couldn't have auditioned if I was in honor band). We were down to 10 minutes before 3:00 pm. We asked some guy if we were in the Milo Building, to which he replied "no" but pointed us across the street.
We ran there (ouch!) and took the nearest flight of stairs upward only to find that the rooms of Milo were not numbered, but named. After frenziedly pacing the top floor in hopes of Room 333, helpful signs, or something to direct our way, we asked some group of nice looking young women if they happened to know where Room 333 was. They too were completely bewildered.

5 minutes to 3 pm.

So Marie and I raced back down, this time hopping in the elevator, ended up on the wrong floor twice. Wandering around, we searched for the alleged information desk that the women had told us about. However, there wasn't really anyone in the building, the dining area was dark (apparently lunch was long over) and the information kiosk that we did stumble upon consisted of one working computer with internet connection. It came time to ask the third stranger for directions. Naturally, the older woman was a visitor and had no idea that Room 333 even existed. Wonderful.
3 O'clock pm.
We managed to locate the information desk and explained our situation to the information man. But for being the man behind the information desk, he sure wasn't informative.
"Well mam, in this building each room is named, not numbered.... I really don't know... Are you sure it's the right building?... Sure, I can call someone who might know where the auditions for Shakespeare on the Green are held... ya, I'll call security..."

The number for security was on the opposite wall, across the hall from the desk, and I guess and eye test isn't a requirement of information desk people. It was time to get the family on the horn, so I cell phoned my father who checked on the computer and reported that auditions were held in the Weber building. He also gave me the phone number listed on the website.

Marie and I left Mr. Information on the phone and booked it to the elevator. I called the number Dad gave me to let the Shakespeare people know that I was on my way, but the number only connected to an electronic lady who announced the number was the center for all Shakespeare on the Greens or something rediclous like that. I hung up in desolation, but consoled by the knowledge that a Room 333 did actually exist and that this wasn't some cruel joke.

3:03.

We exit the dear Milo Building and dash for the right building a ways away.

3:05.

We entered the building and immediately saw a sign reading "AUDITIONS" and easily found a building directory. We wondered why they didn't put "NO AUDITIONS" signs in the other buildings and why no one thought to add building directories to them. I guess that's life??
We continued our journey down the corridor, which I must say was one of the coolest corridors I have ever walked down. But there was no time to putter around, we had to get to the upper floor, and quickly. As we followed the helpful "AUDITIONS" signs, we wondered why such a cool building had only one staircase and one elevator, both located at the opposite side of the entrance.

Finally, we arrived on the third floor. I looked on the nearest door and saw that it was boldly labeled ROOM 200. Great! Only one hundred and thirty-three rooms to go. The hallway was unusually narrow, which would not have been a concern under normal circumstances. But this was not normal circumstances. And normal people do not walk as slow as the people in front of us did. But they looked like actors and they lead us to the right place, so, hey, it's ok. I distinctly remember passing each room on that floor, and I perhaps always will. Room 210, fatigue, Room 230, excitement- only 100 rooms to go, Room 300 that hall was so long!, and beloved Room 333.
The rest is history.

There were nice people there to help with regristration and all, plus a nice room to fill out forms and wait in. It was so cool to be in the same room as REAL ACTORS!! Let me tell you, that alone was worth it. The audition room itself was amazing and like nothing I've ever seen before. It had beautiful wooden floors that echoed in a cool way and so that you didn't even need to project.
Thank God Marie was there with me. Together, we managed to fill out the required paperwork, which was a bit of a challenge. More than once we had to stop and figure out what the form was asking. Then there was the exercise of thinking of 3 people familiar with my work, 3 people who's addresses we knew. On top of things, filling out the paper was done under pressure and in a hurry. Hopefully everything on there is correct!

The audition itself was good, I think. The 3 judges didn't really say anything, which was sort of odd and a bit awkward. I just went in, introduced my piece and performed it. They asked if I had anything else prepared, which was a surprise of a question. No, I didn't. Then we all thanked each other and Marie and I walked out. And that was that. We went on our merry little way.

Mind you, it was a merry as it could be, and I now see that doctors do really know what they're talking about. I can see why my activity is suppose to be limited for a while. Since surgery, I've never walked so fast to get from one place to another, and never will. The adventure did really wear me out- I had to go home and take a nap. But don't tell the doctor I did it, she may be opposed to the idea.

In retrospect, there was a few things I could have done better, like not standing so close and not messing with my hair. But this was a very good experience. Marie said that I should have told them "Yes! I've prepared a reading for the lead male as well." I'll consider it for next time, because as Marie mentioned, we should do this [auditioning] more often. Only next time, it's her turn!!

Dios Te Bendiga

2006-01-27T22:29:00.000-08:00

(God Bless You)

Praise God that I made it through the ordeal that is this past week. One week ago today at this precise time, I was preparing to go in to emergency surgery. And after a large incision, 3 day hospital stay, many prayers, lots of sweets, a steady stream of visitors and lots of drugs, here I am.

I decided to blog my recovery days so that all you wonderful people out there, all my faithful readers (you know who you are!), could I know what the heck I'm doing and how I'll keep myself busy the next week- this should be interesting. We have a solid week together, at the least, for I'm not allowed to return to school for that long. And I give you my word, I will blog every day.
So here it goes! Day 1 (technically day 4 home):
Today, I actually accomplished a good deal. I got dressed. Yes, today is officially the first day since surgery that I didn't wear a hospital gown or PJs all day. Shocking. Sort of odd. Mom says it's good.
This morning my friend's mom came and spent time with me and she brought a large present consisting of cookies, goldfish, chocolate, trail mix, and two flashy barrettes. Even better she brought along one of her friends who happens to be a Minister of Holy Communion and who brought me Holy Communion. It was a complete surprise and the best way possible to start the day!!
The rest of the day consisted of laying around eating cookies while reading. This whole recovery thing is tough.
Although I did stop by school and get my drama resume checked by my director and later stopped by school again to have my picture taken for the up-coming musical's program, not to worry, I took a nap inbetween because both little excursions tuckered me out.
I also practiced periodically for the big audition tomorrow. We'll see how it goes- details later.
So after watching part of "Toy Story" with my little brother, it's time for bed.
One week ago today, surgery was just one hour away. It's amazing how much one week can change things!
But I need something to keep my mind occupied, because thinking about the whole surgery thing makes me all emotional!

It's So Cool To Have A Friend!!

2006-01-15T00:51:00.000-08:00

I like my friend, I really do. Save that thought.

Highlights of today:
- Grocery shopping with Mom (yes, I know I'm a dork, but she's funny)
- Sleeping!
- Homemade bagels
-Reconciliation (ie, God's overflowing merciful forgiveness)
- Sleeping!
-Animal crackers

Tonight Christina and I got together on a whim, rather I went to her house on a whim, and we made puppy chow (yummmmm!! there's left overs if you want some) and watched figure skating. It was so fun!! But have you ever watched ice skating? If so, have you ever noticed how young the competitors are?? They're like teen-agers! It's amazing! And being a teen, I can't help but wonder, what have I done with my life? I've never been to an international competition! I've never been to a national competition either! I've never even been to any sort of state competition, even in the loosest of terms! What have I been doing the past 17 years???
The truth is, I don't know.
Although I do have a friend.

Page 736 of my AP Lit book

2005-11-18T02:23:00.000-08:00

"Of Being"

I know this happiness
Is provisional:

the looming presences-
great suffering, great fear-

withdraw only
into peripheral vision:

but ineluctable this shimmering
of wind in the blue leaves:

this flood of stillness
widening the lake of sky:

this need to dance,
this need to kneel:

this mystery.

~Denise Levertov

Let's Do the Time Warp Again

2005-11-16T23:56:00.000-08:00

Oddly enough, I've been trying to live my life a week ahead of time. Much like the classic time travel motif, I have been thoroughly unsuccessful, which as turned out to be a marvelous thing indeed. Firstly, there was the major Spanish paper- panic! But I found out from a friend that it's not due until NEXT Monday. !Que superbuenisima! And that important meeting, not till NEXT Saturday. Although we did drive far to get there, at least we got to visit my friend's grandparents instead (very nice people).

More great quotes:
"This music makes me want to twirl knives." -Dad
"He didn't kill anyone, no, but he did go to Siberia" -Professor Mang referring to Fyodor Dostoevsky, author of Crime and Punishment
"...some of my short stories books, which I lent to you all without taking a pound of flesh, are missing." -Mrs. D
Then, when learning about the use of smilies in American poetry, Mrs. D asked us all to come up with a simile of our own to share with the class. Will's was,
"A win of state football is like the slaughter of a fattened calf."
Ya! Just like that.

Or my personal favorite, the local newspaper's web site's index and main page:
Articles
Sports
Newspaper
Classified
Job Listings
Deaths
Classified Ads
Jobs
Puppies

I sure as heck can find a job, but I can't find the 'Puppies' section of the paper!

Wage Slave

2005-10-28T23:42:00.000-07:00

I'd like to take a moment to announce my announcement.

I'M FREE!!!

In the words of my father, I am a "wage slave" no more. No more drives to work, no more late school nights, no more mean customers. In case you don't get what I'm hinting at, I quit my job. I am currently unemployed but loving it. There's simply no time for a job, no matter how cool it is. And let me tell you, it was way cool. Subway rocks!!

On a different note, I've heard some great quotes lately. Just the other day at show choir rehearsal we were discussing what kind of make-up to wear for the up-coming performance (earthen tones) and Christina asks
"Does anyone have a small drill?"
She needed one for her shoe. Of course.

And the other day Jamie and I were cramming for an important Physics quiz, so I asked her to define "inertia". To which she replied
"not having emotion".
We haven't gotten our grades back yet.

Then after school I returned home, parked the car in the garage, and before I even got inside the house my medium brother declared that he had 50 chocolate eclares and offered me one. How kind! And just how did he happen to obtain 50 chocolate eclares? Why, Dave Jensen gave him a ride home, naturally. I mean, why else would he have so many?

There was a costume party to night. Twas pretty fun. The only downside was the cat, to whom I (and others) are deathly allergic. But the costumes were nifty, there was Captain Planet, a ninja, a couple clowns, Richard Nixon, etc. Thankfully, no one dressed as a cat!

The Greatest shoes EVER!

2005-10-18T23:11:00.000-07:00

I just bought the gretest shoes that have ever existed.
They're pink suede high heels. They're amazing! I'm in awe of how cool these shoes are! They go perfectly with my homecoming dress and funnily enough the dress cost less, but the shoes are definatly worth it. How I wish you could see!
I don't think you understand how great these pink suede heels are. I'm having trouble grasping the concept myself, it's so unbelievably hip. And for a mere $17 that wasn't even mine, wow! It just gets better and better.

Whom ever designed these shoes, the best shoes that have ever existed, the most amaizing shoes, the-my- marvelous pink suede heels, deserves a raise!

Offer Masses

2005-10-12T23:11:00.000-07:00

Please pray very hard for the repose of the soul of my dear grandfather, Tom. He died last Saturday and none of his family, save us, are religious. He was my Mom's dad. Meanwhile, on the other side of the family, Great Uncle Ray died. He was my Grandma's brother.
So basically, everyone's hurting and could really use some prayers headed their way, so....go have a Mass offered.
Many thanks!

How beautiful!

2005-10-08T12:11:00.000-07:00

How beautiful music is! This is a picture of quite possibly the most wonderful singer that has ever, or will ever, lived and sung: Josh Groban.

I really had a whole lot more to blog about, but somehow I forgot it all quite suddenly. I believe I've been swept away. Don't mind me, give me a moment and I'll regain my composure. For now, I'll just be in complete awe a while more.
You can join me by visiting joshgroban.com and listening, if you don't have your CDs handy.

Oh yes, notice anything different about me? Yes! I did get my hair cut, thanks! I also re-funked my blog. I felt like changing things up, adding a little spice to life, just to see how it goes. So what do you think? I'm taking a poll: do you like this format or the pink better? So far, the new look is winning by 1. Course, no one else has voted yet. But that's besides the point.

As I'm sure you all are eager to know, my thumb is just fine. I do have two little battle scars, which I think they add character. Thanks Christine, for acting as my emergency physician. If it weren't for you, I'd still have a staple in my thumb. That could be somewhat akward. Have you ever considered going into medicine? Do you even read my blog?

--Dad says T minus five minutes--

The whole family got to see Paul last weekend! It's good to know by big brother is still alive! We were worried for a while there, with no contact from him- no calls, blogs, e-mails, text messages, normal mails, faxes, letters, greeting cards or anything. Apparently, he's been really busy with student government. Being class president is pretty important and time consuming and all.
The weekend was a blast! I like my bro and his friends. College is cool man!

Speaking of college, I made Peter a cherry malt today at work and brought it home for him cause I know he likes stuff like that. But lo and behold, the guy was already asleep! So I woke him up and told him about it and asked him if he'd care to go to the store with me to buy brownie mix. He said yes to the malt and no to the store. So I went to the store alone. And he can have the malt in the morning. Just thought I'd share.

O yes! Good news. I have been elected the President of the Vocal Music Student Advisory Board. Pretty neat, hugh? It's the first ever VMSAD (try to pronouse that) the school has had and I get to be the first ever president! I'm completely pumped. Who wouldn't be? I'm just like George Washington! Except he's a guy. And he headed a country, not an advisory board. And he had white hair. Except for that, we're exactly the same! It's fantastic. So I'd like to personally thank everyone who voted for me. I wouldn't be where I am if it weren't for you.

After work I went to enjoy some ice cream with a co-worker and his friends. It was tasty and a fun to hang with people I don't know. So thanks, co-worker. You're a great guy! Although it's highly doubtful you read this blog, how could you, you know who you are.

I got my senior photographs taken! Twas fun. I felt so important and we got some great shots, I think. So thanks, camera guy, for being so talented and patient!
You know who you are, even though we don't.

It seems that practally everybody has been thanked, so I'd like to take a moment to thank the most important person of all. Myself. No, just kidding. You. No, just kidding. Josh Groban! I mean God. Not kidding. Thank you God for my wonderful life!!

--T minus 0 minutes--

So Today I Stapled Myself

2005-10-04T22:11:00.000-07:00

On accident.

Would you like your tub soasted?

2005-09-29T23:42:00.000-07:00

I mean... Would you like your sub toasted?

I've come to the realization that I have to cut back on my talking to myself aloud- it confuses people. They look at you kind of funny. It's rather embarrassing. Well, actually, it's more embarrassing when after you talk to yourself and they give you a weird look, you laugh, because it's so amusing. They only look at you weirder.

I had a fabulous day today, how about you? Lots of great stuff happened! Time and space don't allow me to go into details, there's far too many, and quite frankly, I can't remember them all. But it was perhaps a combination of ice cream and "America the Beautiful" along with everything inbetween that made it so magnificent.

On a different note, Herman Melville is perhaps one of the most long-winded authors around. He at least makes the top ten list. I mean the guy is great and all, he just takes a long time to tell you something and even longer to re-tell you. He'll then spend even longer to reiterate the point, just to make sure you didn't miss anything. For example, in his famous novel "Billy Budd", he spends the first two chapters saying that Billy Budd is a handsome sailor. Two whole chapters! Later, he spends a solid 7 chapters referencing spilled soup and explaining it's significance. Whoohooo! Not to get me wrong, I do enjoy the book, as the plot is very interesting. Although, maybe Mr. Melville should have considered condensing. Or maybe that's just my 21st century-westernized idea. On second thought, if he did actually condense "The Handsome Sailor", it'd be about as long as one paragraph total, two max. So it probally is better this way. We're reading it for class and last night's assignment was to find a literary ciritcism of the novel. On boy in my class brought in this great article by some lady- ok, a raging feminist- who believes that "Billy Budd" is not a social allegory, but in fact, an allegory about family. She claimes that obviously Billy really represents a special needs daughter. Obviously.
My only question is: how did 2 centuries of scholars miss THAT??

Blog Anonymous

2005-09-10T23:42:00.000-07:00

Father suggested speaking in code.

They say he will make the decision early next week and will make it known to those who care. She's already made hers, although there are mixed feelings over it. In the near future I will have one of those to get me there, but just for voice, not body. The work is good and benifits highly benifecial. She was in an accident a while ago, a bad one, but is just fine now. I talked with her today- it went well, just as the last time.

Roger roger, over. I'd be best to change blogs, for I'm about to Change Lanes.

New Posting- hizzah!

2005-08-29T23:03:00.000-07:00

Although I have mounds of homework awaiting and it's getting nearer and nearer to tomorrow every second, I'm feeling a wee bit risky and reckless, so I think I'll post anyway. (Darn teen-age emotions!)

Do you ever get like that? Where you feel sort of reckless so you do crazy stuff? Like wait till the gas gage is on "E" to fill the tank? Or not write down your homework, just to see if you'll remember it or not (ok, I've never actually done that, but that's besides the point). Have you ever felt really reckless? Like starting-to-watch-a-movie-at-eleven-on-a-school-night reckless. I simply don't care about the consequences, I'll just lie-around-doing-nothing reckless. Or out of control, no-mam'-I-think-you-would-like-lots-of-jalepenos-on-your-turkey-sub-so-I'll-go-ahead-put-them-on reckless.

Have you ever really had nothing to say but said it anyways? Just for the sake of a new posting? You lunatic, you!

By the way, Happy Birthday John!!! My favorite baby brother :)
In his own words "that's why God made me- to cheer people up."

Third times the charm!

2005-08-18T00:12:00.000-07:00

More good news! I finally passed my driving test! All it took was a little practice, a few warm up tests, and there you go- piece of cake! (yum). There were some really good omens too.
1) yesterday I got a job!
2) a free XM radio came today, and instead of being for the house, as we all were lead to believe, it's intended for use in cars!
3) we discover that the patron saint of drivers is no other than the Prophet Elijah, who also happens to be the Father of Carmelites!

I'd like to go into more details about how the actual test went, but quite frankly, you would probably grow bored very fast and "Grapes of Wrath", all 619 pages of it, is just sitting there waiting to be read before next Tuesday, leaving 6...oh dear, no, now it's only 5, days until doomsday, so like an average of 120 pages a day, give or take a few, or like 10 pages an hour for 12 hours each day...yet I hear it's rather horribly long, boring, extremely drawn-out, and annoyingly repetitive repetitive. So there's really no motivation to begin it. Perhaps I'll just, ya know, contemplate, maybe even think about considering, perchance beginning it sometime, possibly in the reasonably near future.
But then again, maybe not!

Eat Fresh!

2005-08-16T23:26:00.000-07:00

As of today, I am officially, currently, employed.
Horay!
Subway Sandwich Company is officially, currently, the coolest restaurant ever. And thanks in part to my big brother, I get to join their team of excellence! Apparently, the guy I handed my application in to was trained by Paul and highly recommended me simply because I'm related to him. Pretty neat, hugh? Well I guess that's just Paul for ya; pretty darned impressive.

So thank you dear brother for getting me a job!!

Chucks

2005-08-10T22:16:00.000-07:00

Now that I think about it, today was bad. Really bad. So let's focus on the positive, shall we? It's a much more happier place!
As you may be aware, my big bro goes back to college like this week, so naturally, needed new clothes and such. Why am I telling you this? Because it gets better, of course! So he also need shoes, and guess what kind he got. Bingo! Chuck Taylors! Black onyx low tops all the way. Following suit, my baby brother also got some (but in his size). Man are they stylin'! These purchases followed that of my yet-another-brother's buying of royal blue high tops a week ago. I as well have a pair or two (pink/black low tops and tangerine-no, not orange- high tops), so all of us kids are out-fitted in the coolest, yet nerdiest, shoes ever. How great is that?!

Chucks are really a statement if you ask me, or anyone else for that matter. Everyone at drama districts had them on. Everyone in the school band has at least 2 pairs. And they're worn by not only cool teens, but famous people too. Like Josh Groban (black low tops)! And the Pope (JP2, also black low tops)! The only problem is that they're kind of catching on. I mean, like they're getting to be cool. I mean like popular, fashionable, the 'in' crowd kind of cool. Not the band nerd, drama geek, Josh, and Pope kind of cool. While I was in L.A. I noticed practacally every other person was wearing Chucks. Oh the horror! But it's ok, cause high tops, especially cooley colored ones, still make a statement in this crazy world where Converse All Stars are verging on main stream. I'd like to take a moment to apologize for the overuse of the word "cool" in the above paragraphs. It's probabally driving you crazy by now, huh? Cool. Especially now that I just pointed it out. Cool. Cool. Cool.

Well, TTFN, cool?

Fine I'll tell you why today was bad! So I failed my driver's test. Again. Yes again! If it weren't for stupid left turn lanes and stupid interstate merging, I'd have a license by now! Ok, if it also weren't for two stupid lanes and emergency roadside stops I'd have a license by now! Fine maybe! What I wanna know is if I can manage to get a --incert angry word of choice here-- GPA of 4.2, why in the heck can't I pass a driving test? Hugh? And why is it called "emergency roadside stop" if you're not actually suppose to go to the roadside to stop? Nope, they just want you to stop right where you are, forget about the roadside thing. Well I think curbs were ment to be driven up, or else why are they there, huh? And I played Mrs. White in "Clue: the play" allright! And I'm pretty sure I didn't actually drive up onto the curb, ok? All I did was pull over, heaven forbid, so to avoid the possibility of someone driving right into me . It's not my driver instructor's fault either, she tried to save me. It's my fault I flunked it. Twice. And the permit test. But hey, only once for that stupid thing!
I've just come to realize a simple realization: In general, I fail the first time. Swimming lessons? Yep failed that. Getting a part in the spring play the first time around? Yep, failed that too. Getting a job? Managed to avoid it so far. Spelling? Good thing there's spell checker! Producing a radio show? Working on it-wiat till tomorrow! Pretty much everything but school. So just, like, everything in the real world. Everything that counts.

But I'm not bitter.

#&!!@!

2005-07-26T00:05:00.000-07:00

I posted yesternight! Really, I swear I did!
But it didn't save it and I got a phone call and when I returned it had logged me out of the computer. Dang machine!

Before the clock strikes midnight...

2005-07-13T23:42:00.000-07:00

...I shall be in bed. Yes, in bed, sleeping away, lost in the world of dreams and snores.
Until that blissful moment, let us consider the forthcoming weekend, and a very important day this week contained within it; Saturday July 16.

The day after tomorrow is almost here! And a whole mix of people eagerly await it. Both book fans and God fans, and especially book AND God fans, will find sheer joy in the sixteenth of July, because Harry's next book is released and it's the Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. I don't know which is better! Wait I do. Carmel. I mean, come on, Jesus is a full blood Prince.

A very funny chain of event occurred today, involving a small pair of sandals, air conditioning, 2 pairs of new glasses, a really big but weak battery, and Mongolian chicken. However, I don't want to bore you with the details, so I shall let you all fill in the blanks. But yes, they did send a car for me to rescue me and bring me to rehearsal in the nic of time. A convertible, in fact. Ahh, the lengths they go for their "Diva"!

Watermelon CreamSlush

2005-07-06T00:15:00.000-07:00

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!!! GOD BLESS AMERICA!
I sincerely hope that all of you had a wonderful Independence Day. I myself spent it with the family, having a relaxing picnic somewhere in Iowa and doing various other 4th-of-July-y activities. For a full account, you may refer to my brother Peter's blog (Stuck In The Middle, *there's a nifty link if you look left!), but be warned, it's a little bit skewed.

I think Omaha should make it into the book of world records for the most widespread, repeating, disregarding of a city law. For everywhere else in Nebraska setting of fireworks is perfectly legal, but for some reason in Omaha it is "unlawful" and not a soul seems to care. If only you could see how many there were! From literally every direction! Crazy law breakers. They come in all sizes and colors (the fireworks, not the law breakers, although I suppose they do too) and the biggest, brightest, prettiest, most professional looking ones come from Missouri. Even more illegal. Now some people mind that. "Tut tut. Missouri!" they say while lighting a mortar and watching it blow. Only in the Heartland!

The highlight of today was today. It began with a Tuesday Morning Club meeting for about 20 minutes followed by many lovely hours of slumber interrupted only by intervals of "Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix", book 5. Book 6 comes out in a mere 11, no wait, it's past midnight, so now 10 days, as I'm sure you all know! I'm terribly excited! We're all going to dress up and go to the midnight pick-up party at the bookstore. I'm either going to dress up as Luna Lovegood or Professor McGonagall. Humm....Thoughts anyone?

Anyhow, "the fam" and I went to lunch at Taco Bell (horay!) followed by the pool and me driving to school. Yes, I repeat: and me driving to school. Me? Driving? To school? Not to worry I shall explain. Read on. I got my learner's permit. We had play rehearsal. Ahhh, yes, the dark clouds of confusion lift. Wonderful. It was great to see all my drama buds there! It's like school, except without the school part and just the fun part. The only drawback is, obviously, that we rehearse at school. Alas, after one month away from that dreadful building, absence from it can be attained no longer. Well, at least one musn't actually walk down the hall or anything. You can just walk in, with blinders on of course, and head straight for the stage. No need to look at anything else, such as a classroom, as doing so would probally make you either burst into tears, vomit, or run screaming out the front doors. Or all three. All at once. Not a pretty sight.

Another non-pretty sight is having your director come after you with a glass of water, it gives you the panic-y feeling he's trying to douse you. I entered on cue, without a script and everything! Perhaps it was because I entered with a suitcase I found backstage and said "They told me to take a streetcar named Desire, transfer to one called Cemetery, ride...." but I didn't even get to finish cause, as I earlier stated, he came at me with a glass full of water- I mean champaign!- from Yvette's tray. Good way to ruin a moment. Yes rehearsals start again, this time for "Clue". Just like the movie, practically, more so than the board game and very comical. Rehearsal followed by dinner with friends at "Nothing but Noodles"- please don't panic, I can explain, they made us go there to wave hi to Wadsworth, who couldn't be at rehearsal because he had to wash dishes, so we came to wave hi cuz he had to wash dishes and couldn't be at rehearsal. Then we met a whole bunch of people at some park to play capture the flag, then we went to Sonic. Whewf! Quite the day, ending, or should I say the next day beginning, with Harry.
No, and I shan't tell you what part I play in "Clue". Unless you can keep a secret? Can you? Good. So can I.

It's in Africa, by the way.

2005-06-25T21:21:00.000-07:00

Youth groups are so much fun!! I mean, with who else would you spend 12 consecutive hours decorating with? Your uncle?
vacation Bible School starts this week and we are prepared for the 253 youngens thanks to Friday night/Saturday morning's decorating marathon. The theme is "Serengeti trek". Crazy. You can never have too many inflatable monkeys. But not to worry, we did squeeze in a game of hide-and-seek in the dark in the school. As well as a heated game of pictionary before prayers at 1:20 am. God help us!

My younger brother, a few friends, and I attended the 19th annual Shakespeare On The Green showing on opening night of Paraclse. 'Twas grand! And not even depressing! I don't think even one person died (permanetly), which is saying something in the world of Shaksepeare- Hamlet, anyone?

The same friend and I went to the musical Hello Dolly put on by the local community theatre. It also was good. Although it seemed a bit over acted, but perhaps that was on purpose. "This is theatre, after all. No one really leads these lives. Who do you know who breaks out into song, with accompaniment and all, when they wear a hat with ribbons on it? Who do you know that wears a hat with ribbons? Or owns one? Exactly."
Our dear friend Stanley Kowalski was in it, with a minor role, but as usual did fantastically.

The week after next starts rehearsals for the summer play at school, "Clue". I play the role of Mrs. White, a suspicious woman who, we suspect, has killed all 5 of her previous husbands. Hummm..... The real question is, who killed Mr. Body? There's a different ending each night.

My my. By the end of the summer I shall be so cultured!

Sleeping Beauty

2005-05-30T22:33:00.000-07:00

13 hours.
There is much to be accomplished if given 13 hours, what would you do? Drive to Colorado? Take up playing the ukalale? Write a book? Climb Mount Everest? Visit the Vatican?
Me? I'd sleep.
Yes, 13 uninterrupted, glorious, hours of sleep. Last night as a matter of fact. My family got a kick out of it and Dad dubbed me "Sleeping Beauty". They're simply amazed that such a feat could be accomplished by their very own daughter and wondered how I managed to. Well, it's quite simple really. You see, I have a sleep deficit, a back log if you will, that needs to be taken care of. I have to make up for NINE MONTHS of not having a good night's rest. And to prepare for the next week or so, when I again won't be getting a full night's sleep. 13 hours isn't nearly enough to cover all of that! Thinking about it makes me tired, so I'd better go work off more deficit. But this time I hope I have a happy dream instead of a scary one.

Kicking off Summer '05

2005-05-28T21:29:00.000-07:00

"Summertime and the livin' is easy..."
Today marks the 3rd day of summer and man is it wonderful. Who knew that three days could hold so much fun! Here's my itinerary:
Day 1) summer begins at 10:31 am, hang out with friends, go home and lie sprawled across on my bed voicing aloud all the things I won't have to do (get up at 6 am, write papers, think...), go out to lunch with family, prepare for a radio show, be on a live radio show, meet up with friends to hang out, drive around looking for something to do, spend the night at Christina's
Day 2) go to school (oh the horror!!) for show choir dress fittings, wrap up other business, work on macrame, nap, go to a party, play hide and go seek in the dark, come back home and watch a movie, attempt to work on macrame, attempt to write a song
Day 3) sleep in a little, go to a graduation party, out to lunch with "grande" (oldest) brother, nap, babysit

The movie was terrible. "Raise Your Voice" would have been tolerable, except it was a movie about singing, and I'm sorry but the lead actress, Hillary Duff, couldn't sing or act. Yet, somehow, in some weird way, I liked it. Although the thought of it disgusts me- I shouldn't like it! And I don't! But it was about music! True, it was suppose to be about the best summer music camp in the country, but if you know anything about music you could tell it wasn't. I can play those piano pieces. And we sung Handel's Halleluiah chorus in choir class this year. Know what also drove me nuts? It was obvious that Hillary Duff was lip- sincing to herself. Plus, the girl has no stage presence what so ever. I know, I should be nice, and maybe she does in real life. Maybe she can also sing in real life. Maybe she's not so fake and shallow in real life. Maybe. But who cast this thing? Honestly! If you really want a movie about music that actually is has good music, I recommend "That Thing You Do". Now that is quality music. That deserves to be watched and heard. Honestly!

So I leave next Wednesday to visit family in California and I'm ecstatic!

Did you know that you can get blank sheet music online? Well you can! Pretty nifty. I wish I could write music! But, alas, I can not. Well, not so much I can't, it's just that it's "Raise Your Voice" quality stuff. Gag me.

Here's the first annual official summer reading list for the "We're Not Afraid" teen show:
1) Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis
2) Story Of A Soul by the Little Flower
3) Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis
Please, read them and let me know what you think!

HAPPY SUMMER

Oops!

2005-05-24T20:02:00.000-07:00

Dearest bloggies,
I'm terribly sorry that I haven't written in a ages. You see, it's not that I forgot about you (ok, let's be honest, maybe I did), or that I'm lazy (only a little), I'm just astoundingly busy! Final exams are this week and nothing can suck the life out of you quite like final exams. Or show choir try outs. I made it tough- hoary!
I'm also attempting to plan my life. I know, very big deal. I don't feel ready to be making such big decisions, such as what classes to take next year or moreso, what college to go to. Seriously! Aren't 17 year olds a bit young to be deciding such huge stuff??
There was something else I wanted to tell you about but naturally, it escapes me now...hum... Do you ever feel like your talking to yourself? But you're not making any sense? Well, that's how I kind of feel. Confused.

So Paul's got himself a nice new job. Well, at least that's the word on the street. I haven't seen him in, oh, a few days, even though we live in the same house. Ah, yes! Inspired by my friends, I decided to re-name my brothers, or rather, what they are. In an effort to be cool and modern, I'll now say I have a "tall, grande, and vente sized brother" instead of "small, medium, and large". Hehe. Hey, it works for Starbucks!
Speaking of tall brothers (that's ironic, he's the shortest!) John is getting ready for his cub scout camp out, so I slept with him outside in the tent the other night. It was rather wet, John stole all the covers, and it was very bright. Other than that it was great! Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy it. It taught me to
a) never get lost in the wilderness
b) be thankful for what I have

School get out in approximately 38 hours, 12 minutes and 42.314579 seconds. Actually, I don't know, I just made that up, but we do end Thursday!

Well that's all for now, I apologize for all the jumps in thought, I'm saving all my smooth, well thought out, writing for school (no offense).

yours truly,
Sarah

Happy Birthday!

2005-05-04T19:42:00.000-07:00

Today my middle brother turns yet another year older. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETEY!!!
Although I don't remember watching you be born, I do remember watching you grow up, and I must say: so far so good! :)

Reviewing my posts, I realize that I have quite a bit of catching up to do, but no time to do it. So here's the jist of it, an outline so to speak, I'll fill in the details later (maybe)
-I too had a birthday. yeah!
-Streetcar is now over (SOB!), but I did get to keep the lantern and the bottle of Southern Comfort (it's empty- I swear!). If anything, this play has gotten me addicted to hot bubble baths and apple juice.
>ya know, I'm growing more and more attached to those drama kids!
-I "landed" two more roles! One is for a radio drama where I play a servant girl (ok, so that was decided long ago, but oh well, it still counts) and the other is a student directed one act play where I play an assistant director for "Romeo and Juliet"
>God is good!
-oh, yeah. and for a birthday prestent, my Grandparents, aunt, uncle, 3 cousins, brother, and 2 friends, came in to town all the way from Colorado and Kansas (respectively) to see "Streetcar". It's the best present I've ever recieved. Better than the bike, puppy, or prom tickets. combined. I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!
>I've never gotten so many flowers, either.

Opening Night!!!

2005-04-28T21:41:00.000-07:00

Wow! Tonight was our opening night for A Streetcar Named Desire. And let me tell you, boy was it...chaos, exhilarating, smooth, dangerous, exausting,...wow. I don't know how to describe it. All that and more packed into 2 and a half hours. 'Twas Blanche-ish.
One of the most favorable aspects of live theatre is the excitement that comes with on-stage disaster. As they say, "the show must go on!". In live theatre, one must be able to think on one's feet. It's thrilling, really. Tonight's preformance had it's share of mishaps to cover up including, but not limited to...
-Stanley taking REAL (not stage) cigarattes on stage with him, which wouldn't be so bad, but he has to actually smoke them in the scene
-a bottle that is suppose to be riged so it breaks eaisly, but a normal bottle gets put out (hey, at least one was there tonight)
-Blanche leaving for a night out with no shoes etc on, but returning with two shoes, a hat, and gloves (ok, so that's just funny)
-Blanche hearing Cathedral bells that aren't there but are suppose to be (ok, that's not that bad, she is crazy after all)
-vodka, not Southern Comfort, and Southern Comfort is refered to in the lines
-lovely pearls, but no tiara
-Stanley cutting his hand and bleeding all over the place

wopps!
ahhhhh, theatre. I love it!!!

"Vive el Papa!"

2005-04-19T19:22:00.000-07:00

We have a pope!! Today Pope Benedict XVI (sixteenth, 16th) was elected pope- horay for Germans! Horay for really cool names! Horay for the Holy Spirit!
Long live the pope!

prayer for the Holy Pontiff:
V. Let us pray for our Sovereign Pontiff Benedict XVI.
R. The Lord preserve him and give him life, and make him blessed upon the earth, and deliver him not to the will of his enemies.
AMEN
(from the Handbook of Prayers)

Braided Pigtails

2005-04-14T20:46:00.000-07:00

Have you ever felt tired? Really, REALLY tired? Even though you snuck a nap in Honors American Literature? Well, to help all you tired folks out a little bit, I shall try to make this bloping (blog posting) short and sweet.
The highlight of today was that two of my good freinds and I showed up to school with pigtails in our hair. Not any normal pigtails mind you, but braided pigtails too! It was completely by conincidence, or perhaps our telepatic capabilities, and we all had different little variations- Christine had French braids, I had a head band, and Christina went for the traditional look. How exciting it was!
Dear tired people, you may want to stop reading now, for I don't want to over tax your brains with my rantings about how silly computers are and what weird moods they get in. Just moments ago, Minnie (our computer, I named her! it. whatever) refused taking me to blogspot.com but insisted on me visiting ogspot.com. Honestly, sometimes it can be so frustrating working with computers. If it doesn't need the "www." to go to websites, why in the world is "http://" so important? And it doesn't help the frustration level when no computer literate someone is around to help and Minnie won't talk back.

I'm leaving now, to rest my weary head. But one more thing before I go: all I can say is that God gave Josh Groban His own singing voice, and that a certain "freind" of mine really needs to just go eat an unwashed grape.

"The Revrend Landcaster enjoyes mesmirizing schoolchildren with explosive fireworks."

2005-04-08T21:05:00.001-07:00

So in Chemistry class today we watched a great movie about blowing stuff up. Guess what it was named. Yep, "Kaboom!". The whole thing was done with English accents and had a sort of mysterious-documentary type ariness to it. Boy was it entertaining! Nothing quite like alchimy and Brits early in the morning. The above quote is, in fact, taken from this very motion picture, and still makes me chuckle. Of all the chemists in Europe, I'm not sure why exactally they chose Rev. Landcaster to demonstrate his fireworks, although he did play the organ nicely.

Good news! You are now reading the blog of the President of the 2005/2006 Ministry Council Core team (fondly called the popess)(and yes there is a pope, for all you who are wondering. It's really more of a co-presidency, but President sounds far cooler). Horay!

You are also reading the blog of a very tick off actress. Let me just ask one thing: have you ever had to work with a director before? If so, then you know exactally what I'm talking about.
"Open up to the audience, never put your back to them" they say, then the next time "your facing the audience, don't ever face them directly." ummm....

Here's some more helpful tips my director recently gave me:
"You see, unlike a comedy, this is a drama (like I'm not aware A Streetcar Named Desire is a drama!!), so it needs pauses and variations in the lines. In a comedy you keep it coming, but in a drama you add pauses to be affective." Being the good little actress that I try to be, I oblidge him. But at the end of the next rehersal he says to me,
"You're taking the lines WAY too slow. You're going to loose the audience's attention. Make it flow, there's too much pausing."
well, gee thanks.
Don't get me wrong, I really do like my director. really. He's a great guy, talented and quite helpful (somehow). And I'm not so much mad as...amused. Amused at the irony of it all.

If my brothers can do it, how hard can it be?

2005-04-04T19:45:00.000-07:00

Why, hello! Welcome to the offical blog of me, Sarah. Why start a blog you ask? Who really cares about my little crazy life, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. It's all based on a concept called sibling rivarly.
Paul, the eldest of the children, has had a e-journal thing for a long while. His postings are whitty and comical, and always make me laugh. He ran away to college and ever since the house has been that much less funny, so it's great to be able to keep up with his humor and general going-ons, especially because he never calls us. (I forgive you, Paul).
But just recently, like yesterday, my little brother Peter got himself a blog. Yes, indeed he did! Seeing as it's so new, he only has one posting, but it looks as if it will also be a great way to keep in touch with my bro. Especially if we're not in the same room of the house. Or if his cell phone is off.
So, with two of my three brothers up with the latest technology and writing away, I thought to myself,
"Self, there is no way I'm going to be left in the dust. I simply must start one too."
And here I am! Horay for gumption! And family bonding!

Speaking of bonding, it's really time I be going, for my math homewok awaits. True, Honors Algebra Two is not really someting I want to bond with, or even think about, but alas, my college carrer depends on my grades, and my grades depend on my classwork, and classwork on homework. So, sadly, it is unavoidable. Not to mention Dad calling me to get off.

Until then,
God bless.

The name? Sarah means "princess".