Well, it seems as if I have some awesome news to share with you guys :D
As of now, I'm going to be guest writing for Miss Unlimited! It's a website for teenage girls that talks about really anything. And I love it!
You can look for my first post on February 10th :)
And I already know exactly what I'm going to write about, but guess what? I'm not telling any of you.
Yep, because that's how I roll.
I'm especially excited because, not only is this an awesome opportunity to get my message out to more readers, but it's also a way to make more connections in the blogger community.
Also, G-fish (author of The Life of a Goldfish Lover) is going to be a guest writer too! If you haven't read her blog, you definitely should. She's funny, and I always end up laughing at her posts.
Yep, that is the awesome news I had to share with all of you. I got asked to be a guest writer on an actual website. To me, that's a pretty big deal. :)
Because you all know how much I love to write, you know how opinionated I am, and you know how I love to talk to other bloggers like me! MAN! THAT WAS A REALLY LONG SENTENCE!
Sorry for not using my inside voice, but I hear the sound of a Gigi's cupcake calling my name downstairs.
OH! And before I forget, tomorrow is Say Sara, Saturday! And I need questions :) So send them in! I won't publish the post until reallly late tomorrow, so you have plenty of time.
Happy early New Year's everyone!
Peace, love, and crap loads of frosting,
Sara
Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
The Sobriety Checkpoint
As we were leaving from grocery shopping tonight, a lady stopped us on the way out of the parking lot.
"If you're going that way," she'd said,"there's a sobriety check point." I was the one in the driver's seat, because I have my permit, and I felt a little offended by this. Why would you want to warn someone of a sobriety checkpoint anyways? The whole point is to get drunk drivers off the road and make it safer for everyone.
So my dad, in the passenger's seat looks at the lady like really? and says, "I think we'll be just fine." She smiles and walks away and I pull out of the parking lot.
So I'm freaking out.
Why? Because I'm me and I freak out about everything. I mean, growing up with a dad in law enforcement, you'd think I would be totally calm around cops, right? Wrong. Again, because I'm me and I get nervous easily.
Not like the fidgety sort of nervous, mainly just the aw crap, oh God, help me Oprah Winfrey, sort of nervous.
Anyone else catch the Ricky Bobby reference? :)
Anyways, we drive on down the road, and sure enough, there's a ton of police cars and deputies lining the streets. All the lights were flashing, making it look like some major crap was going on. But it wasn't really, just a regular check for DUI.
So I finally make it to the deputies, and I have my permit all out and ready. I've got this! And then the officer, who was really nice about everything, didn't even ask for it. They apparently didn't have to ask for it in the checkpoint unless they thought the driver might be under the influence.
He said, "Hope y'all have a safe New Years!" and then sent us on our way.
And so I cranked up Noah and the Whale, and I was calm again. :)
It was definitely a good experience though, I learned that I can hold it together when I feel like I'm under pressure. Turns out that this time, there was really no pressure at all. I was just freaking myself out over nothing :)
Peace, love, and blue lights,
Sara
"If you're going that way," she'd said,"there's a sobriety check point." I was the one in the driver's seat, because I have my permit, and I felt a little offended by this. Why would you want to warn someone of a sobriety checkpoint anyways? The whole point is to get drunk drivers off the road and make it safer for everyone.
So my dad, in the passenger's seat looks at the lady like really? and says, "I think we'll be just fine." She smiles and walks away and I pull out of the parking lot.
So I'm freaking out.
Why? Because I'm me and I freak out about everything. I mean, growing up with a dad in law enforcement, you'd think I would be totally calm around cops, right? Wrong. Again, because I'm me and I get nervous easily.
Not like the fidgety sort of nervous, mainly just the aw crap, oh God, help me Oprah Winfrey, sort of nervous.
Anyone else catch the Ricky Bobby reference? :)
Anyways, we drive on down the road, and sure enough, there's a ton of police cars and deputies lining the streets. All the lights were flashing, making it look like some major crap was going on. But it wasn't really, just a regular check for DUI.
So I finally make it to the deputies, and I have my permit all out and ready. I've got this! And then the officer, who was really nice about everything, didn't even ask for it. They apparently didn't have to ask for it in the checkpoint unless they thought the driver might be under the influence.
He said, "Hope y'all have a safe New Years!" and then sent us on our way.
And so I cranked up Noah and the Whale, and I was calm again. :)
It was definitely a good experience though, I learned that I can hold it together when I feel like I'm under pressure. Turns out that this time, there was really no pressure at all. I was just freaking myself out over nothing :)
Peace, love, and blue lights,
Sara
The Passing of Time
Last semester, we were suppose to be finding quotes about time. I found a quote that really stuck with me, but when I showed my friends, none of them understood it.
It seems pretty obvious to me, but I want to share it anyways, and I want to share what it means to me.
We look at clocks everyday.
Essentially, most of us live our life according to those ticking hands.
They tell us exactly when we need to leave, how long we can sleep before work or school, and what time our dates will be picking us up. So therefore, time is dead as long as we are watching those little hands tick off the moments in our lives. Everyone still with me? Or do I just sound like a rambling idiot?
But, time comes to life when we aren't looking at the clock. When we aren't going by it's precise measurement of time, we find ourselves living.
I want to challenge all of you to do something that seems crazy.
Live a whole day of your life without the assistance of a clock.
I know it sounds crazy, and maybe it sounds downright insane, but I want to do this as well.
So what are you waiting for? Cover up all of those clocks, stay away from the computer and go have and adventure the first time you get the chance!
Life is short and it's up to each of us to decide how we want to spend it :)
Peace, love, and Hello Kitty alarm clocks, (yes I actually have one)
Sara
It seems pretty obvious to me, but I want to share it anyways, and I want to share what it means to me.
“Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
Some of you may be scratching your heads in confusion, so I'll do my best to explain what he meant by this.― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
We look at clocks everyday.
Essentially, most of us live our life according to those ticking hands.
They tell us exactly when we need to leave, how long we can sleep before work or school, and what time our dates will be picking us up. So therefore, time is dead as long as we are watching those little hands tick off the moments in our lives. Everyone still with me? Or do I just sound like a rambling idiot?
But, time comes to life when we aren't looking at the clock. When we aren't going by it's precise measurement of time, we find ourselves living.
I want to challenge all of you to do something that seems crazy.
Live a whole day of your life without the assistance of a clock.
I know it sounds crazy, and maybe it sounds downright insane, but I want to do this as well.
So what are you waiting for? Cover up all of those clocks, stay away from the computer and go have and adventure the first time you get the chance!
Life is short and it's up to each of us to decide how we want to spend it :)
Peace, love, and Hello Kitty alarm clocks, (yes I actually have one)
Sara
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Pieces from my school reports
I've decided to share with all of you, a few parts of a report I did for school.
I'd like to point out that I got an A+ on this. For those of you reading in other countries that don't use the same grading system, an A+ is really good. :) The reason I'm telling you what grade I got may seem a little weird. But trust me, when you read these, you'll understand why I thought it was necessary.
Here is an excerpt from an essay over dreaming and sleep. This particular part, was talking about discoveries in dreams.
I'd like to point out that I got an A+ on this. For those of you reading in other countries that don't use the same grading system, an A+ is really good. :) The reason I'm telling you what grade I got may seem a little weird. But trust me, when you read these, you'll understand why I thought it was necessary.
Here is an excerpt from an essay over dreaming and sleep. This particular part, was talking about discoveries in dreams.
Stephanie Meyer claims that the idea for Twilight came from a dream, but I think she must have been reading Anne Rice novels right before bed, because her idea wasn’t original at all. Thanks to her, there has been a huge downfall in young adult literature.
I’m not even kidding either. Anyone that has ever been to the YA section of a bookstore will have a hard time finding a novel that isn’t entirely vampire related.
That was off topic…oh well.
This next part is from the same essay, talking about Hypnagogic Hallucinations.
Auditory hallucinations are very common though. Once, I was falling asleep and it sounded just like someone whistled in my ear. It wasn’t like a melody, it was that whistle that you do when your dog Spot is taking a crap in the neighbor's yard and you want him to run back home like nothing ever happened.
On the importance of sleep.
When you sleep, your body rests itself, and when you wake up in the morning, you feel refreshed. On the other hand, you wake up to the sound of an obnoxious alarm clock and immediately hate the world and everything in it. Because it’s five o’clock in the morning, and you have to go to work. Or, in my case…High school.
My own personal favorite, talks about sleep deprivation and what it does to your immune system.
Sleep deprivation can even weaken your white blood cells, leaving you very vulnerable to Little Johnny’s sneezing germs. Not the tiny little sneezes, but the sneezes that make you thank the Lord that you weren’t standing within fifty feet of that kid as he shot that snot rocket right out of his nose. Yeah, that kind of sneeze is the kind of sneeze I’m referring to.
My goals for the day
One: Successfully make spaghetti that is edible.
Two: Write three more pages on the novel.
Three: Make a new header for the blog.
Four: Finish the song I started writing last night.
Five: Dance like a crazy person on Just Dance 3 for the Kinect.
Six: Go to bed at a reasonable hour.
Seven: Finish the work for Honors English II
:)
Well, that's what I have planned for the day. Hopefully I get most of it done.
I can't decide if I like the new look or not. What do you think? Should I keep it like it is? Or should I make it into a simple, white template?
Peace, love, and indecisiveness,
Sara
Two: Write three more pages on the novel.
Three: Make a new header for the blog.
Four: Finish the song I started writing last night.
Five: Dance like a crazy person on Just Dance 3 for the Kinect.
Six: Go to bed at a reasonable hour.
Seven: Finish the work for Honors English II
:)
Well, that's what I have planned for the day. Hopefully I get most of it done.
I can't decide if I like the new look or not. What do you think? Should I keep it like it is? Or should I make it into a simple, white template?
Peace, love, and indecisiveness,
Sara
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
I don't like to share
You know, I really don't like having to share things. Not like books and stuff like that, I don't care about sharing those kinds of things. But when it comes to sharing my space, I don't like it.
When my relatives visit, I always get stuck sharing a bathroom with someone else. Which once again, would be totally fine if they just respected my space.
Yes, you may store your crap in my bathroom for a few days. No, you may not throw my towels on the floor to make room for your own because it's my bathroom.
In a nutshell, that is how it is. And I am not a happy camper.
But, the relatives are gone, the Christmas decorations are back in the attic, and life is back to normal.
My blog is back to the happy posts that I love :)
And, at the moment, I'm eating Jolly Ranchers chews. Life is always great while eating Jolly Ranchers.
Since I gave the blog a new look (which I'm not that happy about right now), I added a page. It's called "Say Sara," and it's basically a place for readers to ask questions or ask advice. Go ahead, check it out!
Peace, love, and awesome blog readers,
Sara
When my relatives visit, I always get stuck sharing a bathroom with someone else. Which once again, would be totally fine if they just respected my space.
Yes, you may store your crap in my bathroom for a few days. No, you may not throw my towels on the floor to make room for your own because it's my bathroom.
In a nutshell, that is how it is. And I am not a happy camper.
But, the relatives are gone, the Christmas decorations are back in the attic, and life is back to normal.
My blog is back to the happy posts that I love :)
And, at the moment, I'm eating Jolly Ranchers chews. Life is always great while eating Jolly Ranchers.
Since I gave the blog a new look (which I'm not that happy about right now), I added a page. It's called "Say Sara," and it's basically a place for readers to ask questions or ask advice. Go ahead, check it out!
Peace, love, and awesome blog readers,
Sara
Friends: The family I got to choose
I, am very awkward.
And I embrace this.
It takes me a while to be close friends with someone, and sometimes that gets on my nerves. But in the end, I guess it's really a good thing. All that means, is that I wait to see if the person is really someone I can trust.
Sure, I laugh like a dying whale, but somehow I still have awesome friends.
And in this post, I'm going to tell about my four closest ones.
Paige: One of the reasons I love Paige so much, is that she's never afraid to say what's on her mind. That girl can go off on people that make her mad. She's got this stare (I like to refer to it as the Stare-o'-Death) that makes anyone shake in their boots. Except me. By now I'm used to the Stare-o'-Death. The best way I can describe that look, would be a crazed killer who is about to cut your heart out with a very dull spoon.
She gives this look to anyone who has made her mad. Like anytime I bring up the incident involving a squirrel running across the road. Splat went that squirrel right across the highway. That's funny, if Paige could see me right now, she'd be giving me that look. But I know she thinks that this is funny, so I don't care :)
Paige always has my back, no matter what and I have her back too. I just wished she lived closer...The whole twenty feet I have to walk to her house gets pretty tiresome.
Me and Paige, we're like two ninja assassins, fighting off all the idiots of the world. Okay, maybe that last part was a little ridiculous, but I'm tired. Who cares.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you're all thinking. Good God, Sara was a nerd way back then too! But, that's me and Paige from the summer of third grade I think :)
This picture, is from last summer :) Top row: Kimberlee and Paige. Bottom row, Elizabeth and me.
I just got really tired, and so my three other friends are going to have to wait their turn. I think I'll just go to sleep right here... On this nice.. soft... keyboard..
Peace, love, and death stares,
Sara
And I embrace this.
It takes me a while to be close friends with someone, and sometimes that gets on my nerves. But in the end, I guess it's really a good thing. All that means, is that I wait to see if the person is really someone I can trust.
Sure, I laugh like a dying whale, but somehow I still have awesome friends.
And in this post, I'm going to tell about my four closest ones.
Paige: One of the reasons I love Paige so much, is that she's never afraid to say what's on her mind. That girl can go off on people that make her mad. She's got this stare (I like to refer to it as the Stare-o'-Death) that makes anyone shake in their boots. Except me. By now I'm used to the Stare-o'-Death. The best way I can describe that look, would be a crazed killer who is about to cut your heart out with a very dull spoon.
She gives this look to anyone who has made her mad. Like anytime I bring up the incident involving a squirrel running across the road. Splat went that squirrel right across the highway. That's funny, if Paige could see me right now, she'd be giving me that look. But I know she thinks that this is funny, so I don't care :)
Paige always has my back, no matter what and I have her back too. I just wished she lived closer...The whole twenty feet I have to walk to her house gets pretty tiresome.
Me and Paige, we're like two ninja assassins, fighting off all the idiots of the world. Okay, maybe that last part was a little ridiculous, but I'm tired. Who cares.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you're all thinking. Good God, Sara was a nerd way back then too! But, that's me and Paige from the summer of third grade I think :)
I just got really tired, and so my three other friends are going to have to wait their turn. I think I'll just go to sleep right here... On this nice.. soft... keyboard..
Peace, love, and death stares,
Sara
Knocked Askew...is getting a make over
Attention! The jumbled mess you are now gazing upon, will all be fixed by tomorrow. So come back then if you can't take all of this confusion!
I know, I tend to switch up templates and change my pages a whole lot.
But 2012 is upon us! It's the start of a new year, which means that my blog is getting a make over :)
And it's going to be awesome :) What can you look forward to? (or not look forward to, I don't think anyone but me actually cares) A whole new look, less pages, simpler layout...yada, yada, yada.
The new year is going to be awesome! And I don't even want to give away some of the upcoming post topics :)
Partly, because I want you all to be surprised, and partly because I don't even know if some of them are actually going to happen :)
I'm starting to build a few connections with other bloggers, and I want more people to get involved!
So when the make over happens, you can be sure that the new blog will be very interactive.
I want to hear your voices! And I'm so happy that a few of you seem to always be interested in what I'm blogging about.
With that said, I'm going to get back to work on the new Knocked Askew :)
p.s. When I typed in "yada, yada, yada", it corrected it to "Yoda". Ha... Star-wars..
Peace, love, and HTML codes,
Sara
I know, I tend to switch up templates and change my pages a whole lot.
But 2012 is upon us! It's the start of a new year, which means that my blog is getting a make over :)
And it's going to be awesome :) What can you look forward to? (or not look forward to, I don't think anyone but me actually cares) A whole new look, less pages, simpler layout...yada, yada, yada.
The new year is going to be awesome! And I don't even want to give away some of the upcoming post topics :)
Partly, because I want you all to be surprised, and partly because I don't even know if some of them are actually going to happen :)
I'm starting to build a few connections with other bloggers, and I want more people to get involved!
So when the make over happens, you can be sure that the new blog will be very interactive.
I want to hear your voices! And I'm so happy that a few of you seem to always be interested in what I'm blogging about.
With that said, I'm going to get back to work on the new Knocked Askew :)
p.s. When I typed in "yada, yada, yada", it corrected it to "Yoda". Ha... Star-wars..
Peace, love, and HTML codes,
Sara
Monday, December 26, 2011
And now, I'm happy
Finally, on the day after Christmas, I'm feeling great. And know what the funny thing is? I think one of the reasons I was feeling all messed up had to do with my relatives that were visiting. I love them to death, but after a few days, I just want to have the house back to normal.
Today, I feel excited for a few good reasons :)
One: I have a great new Nikon camera and I'm heading into Nashville later. What does that mean? Pictures of total strangers, that's what. One thing I really love is urban photography. I have plenty of nature to take pictures of around here, but what I really want to experiment more with, is photos of people in the city.
Two: I have combat boots, something I've wanted for a while!
Three: I can now play the ukulele, and it's great! I've already written a song with it :)
Four: I'm just in an awesome mood!
If you read my last post, then you might be confused by my seemingly fast mood swing.
But hey, that's just how I am. I doubt anyone in my family even noticed anything different.
Well, I'm getting off because, I have one last reason adding to my amazing mood.
I've now written so much more on a story that I had previously stored away to write later.
I know all of you have seen me start stories, get so excited about them, and then give up. But this time, I think I'm just going to finish it no matter how much it makes me mad.
I feel connected to these characters more than any of the characters I've written in the past, and I really want to see them through until the end.
If you click on the "Songs" page, you can see the playlist for the novel I'm working on. But I encourage you to wait until later tonight, because I'm going to edit it quite a bit.
Because, since I've been revising the original idea, the plot has changed.
Peace, love, and Word Processor,
Sara
Today, I feel excited for a few good reasons :)
One: I have a great new Nikon camera and I'm heading into Nashville later. What does that mean? Pictures of total strangers, that's what. One thing I really love is urban photography. I have plenty of nature to take pictures of around here, but what I really want to experiment more with, is photos of people in the city.
Two: I have combat boots, something I've wanted for a while!
Three: I can now play the ukulele, and it's great! I've already written a song with it :)
Four: I'm just in an awesome mood!
If you read my last post, then you might be confused by my seemingly fast mood swing.
But hey, that's just how I am. I doubt anyone in my family even noticed anything different.
Well, I'm getting off because, I have one last reason adding to my amazing mood.
I've now written so much more on a story that I had previously stored away to write later.
I know all of you have seen me start stories, get so excited about them, and then give up. But this time, I think I'm just going to finish it no matter how much it makes me mad.
I feel connected to these characters more than any of the characters I've written in the past, and I really want to see them through until the end.
If you click on the "Songs" page, you can see the playlist for the novel I'm working on. But I encourage you to wait until later tonight, because I'm going to edit it quite a bit.
Because, since I've been revising the original idea, the plot has changed.
Peace, love, and Word Processor,
Sara
Sunday, December 25, 2011
A Dance with No Music
That's how I'm feeling right now. But, I promised that the next post would be a happy one, so here goes nothing.
And when I say this one will be happy, I think I just mean "happier" than the past few posts.
Ah Christmas, the one day every single year that I turn into a big ball of crazy emotions.
It's not that I have anything against Christmas, it just always makes me feel bad.
I feel like I don't deserve any of the things that my family and friends give me. I feel like whatever i gave them isn't nearly good enough.
Christmas also always has a way of making me think to much. Especially about past Christmases.
When I was small, on the night before Christmas, I could hardly ever sleep.
I was so excited about Santa coming into my house and leaving me presents.
I always left food for his reindeer.
When I got older, and I learned that there isn't really a Santa, I still got to relive those feelings watching my brother get so excited.
But now, we both know.
And the magic that once made Christmas my favorite day of the year, is gone.
So now, every year, I think back to those Christmases and I mainly just feel so sad. Or maybe, I feel old.
And I know that might seem strange to some of you. How can a girl who is only fifteen feel so old?
And I don't know how to answer that question either.
Next semester, everything is going to be so hard. I'll have three End of Course exams. I'll have a ridiculous amount of homework, whereas this past semester I had no homework at all.
I'll probably have to learn how to study; something I've never been able to do.
So on top of all of these holiday feelings, I feel stressed out over 18 weeks that haven't even happened yet.
Maybe that's just my Anxiety.
This afternoon, I didn't even know what to do with myself. I think I was having sort of a mini panic attack.
When I start thinking ahead of myself, I usually start worrying. When I worry, I get to the verge of panicking.
My granddaddy always makes me feel sad, but I admire that man for who he is. He grew up so poor, and he worked so hard to be where he is today. And he's getting old.
Every Christmas, I see the way he looks at his family and it makes me sad. God, I think everything makes me sad. And the funny thing is, I'm an extremely happy person.
But, like everyone, I can't be happy all the time. Just like I can't be sad all the time.
My family and friends have given me so much. Not just material things, I could care less about those. I mean sure, it's nice to have them, but every year I'm just so happy to have my family all in one place.
My family and friends love me even on my bad days. They love me for who I am, and I couldn't be more grateful for them.
This post has made zero sense. It's been all over the place, there was no plot, and nothing about it was happy.
But I guess blogging is a lot like writing songs. I don't ever get to choose whether or not the song is happy or sad, it sort of seems to just choose for itself.
Peace, Love, and Nikon cameras,
Sara
And when I say this one will be happy, I think I just mean "happier" than the past few posts.
Ah Christmas, the one day every single year that I turn into a big ball of crazy emotions.
It's not that I have anything against Christmas, it just always makes me feel bad.
I feel like I don't deserve any of the things that my family and friends give me. I feel like whatever i gave them isn't nearly good enough.
Christmas also always has a way of making me think to much. Especially about past Christmases.
When I was small, on the night before Christmas, I could hardly ever sleep.
I was so excited about Santa coming into my house and leaving me presents.
I always left food for his reindeer.
When I got older, and I learned that there isn't really a Santa, I still got to relive those feelings watching my brother get so excited.
But now, we both know.
And the magic that once made Christmas my favorite day of the year, is gone.
So now, every year, I think back to those Christmases and I mainly just feel so sad. Or maybe, I feel old.
And I know that might seem strange to some of you. How can a girl who is only fifteen feel so old?
And I don't know how to answer that question either.
Next semester, everything is going to be so hard. I'll have three End of Course exams. I'll have a ridiculous amount of homework, whereas this past semester I had no homework at all.
I'll probably have to learn how to study; something I've never been able to do.
So on top of all of these holiday feelings, I feel stressed out over 18 weeks that haven't even happened yet.
Maybe that's just my Anxiety.
This afternoon, I didn't even know what to do with myself. I think I was having sort of a mini panic attack.
When I start thinking ahead of myself, I usually start worrying. When I worry, I get to the verge of panicking.
My granddaddy always makes me feel sad, but I admire that man for who he is. He grew up so poor, and he worked so hard to be where he is today. And he's getting old.
Every Christmas, I see the way he looks at his family and it makes me sad. God, I think everything makes me sad. And the funny thing is, I'm an extremely happy person.
But, like everyone, I can't be happy all the time. Just like I can't be sad all the time.
My family and friends have given me so much. Not just material things, I could care less about those. I mean sure, it's nice to have them, but every year I'm just so happy to have my family all in one place.
My family and friends love me even on my bad days. They love me for who I am, and I couldn't be more grateful for them.
This post has made zero sense. It's been all over the place, there was no plot, and nothing about it was happy.
But I guess blogging is a lot like writing songs. I don't ever get to choose whether or not the song is happy or sad, it sort of seems to just choose for itself.
Peace, Love, and Nikon cameras,
Sara
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