The post-to-be

Basically, I'm a huge pansy and, although I hardly did anything today, I'm pretty darn tuckered out! So here's for news to come! -

Beach

Chopped hairs (& I mean CHOPPED)

Young @ Heart (AKA hilariously awesome)

Pictures and stories to come. Promise. : D

Sometimes I feel like a baby...

Of course, I'm not really a baby. I mean...physically. But in this vast space of time we call "eternity", I really am just a child! & let me tell you something - I definitely have been feeling that!

Do you ever wish you were someone else? Had someone's way with words, someone's sense of humor, someone else's ability to go for hours on end with seemingly no effort at all... this is me too much of the time. We all want to be better than we are. It's a natural part of life. If you're not noticing weaknesses, you're probably just being. Which is fine. For a while. Then it gets stagnant and all your friends move on and you're stuck in high school. Which is also fine. I guess. Some people learn a lot in high school. Especially over the course of seven and a half years.

Anyway, enough on that...

Wishing to be someone you're not is so...how do I put this eloquently...STUPID! You'll never ever, no matter how hard you try, be anyone but you. Sounds simple, right? Of course! But how many times do we compare ourselves to those around us and think,"Man...if only..."

Sometimes my dad likes to tell me things about myself that I'm pretty sure he makes up. They sound really good though, so I'll pretend they're true because they help fulfill the purpose of this blog. My dad says that I'm the kind of person who admires qualities about people, but doesn't spend time envying or coveting those qualities. (Silly dad.) This is the kind of person I want to be someday.

That being said, here's my new goal: don't wish; admire and become.

& THAT being said - while I was writing this my ear started (and still hasn't stopped) ringing, so I stuck a Q-tip in it, and it reminded me of the scene in Better Off Dead when Lane sticks Q-tips up his nose, and ears, and in his mouth, and then his dad walks in...

I would put up a clip but, well, it doesn't exist.

Until next time.

It'll never get old

Perfection.

I won't fall out of love...

I get really sad when artists who used to be underground get really big. Of course, Ingrid is UH-MAZING & her music deserves to be heard by the world! It's nice when an artist I've fallen in love with is known by everyone else. That's not the part I hate. What I DO hate is that she doesn't really have any small intimate concerts that only cost, like, 8 dollars to get into. 

 

Sigh...

 

Oh well. I still love love LOVE Ingrid. & she's not a sell-out. Big plus.

Let's hear it for the boys! ...& the girls, too. Duh.

Let's talk about Seattle.


Seattle is a beautiful city. GORGEOUS. BUT, you know what makes it even more wonderful? - Spending a week there with these guys:


Today, as I was running around little ol' Rexburg trying to fit in a million last minute visits to some of the greatest people on the planet, I had some really good chats with some really grand people (Becca Price *cough cough*). I realized something...  I have been incredibly blessed to have amazing friends! Really, I got lucky. I cannot tell you how many (many) times my friends have been there to pull me out of some terribly uncomfortable times. A lot of those times I was just throwing a massive pity party for myself, but regardless,  they were still so understanding and so empathetic. I can't think of one single thing I've done to deserve any of it, but I am so grateful every day for every single one of them in my life.



I love you guys. Thank you. From the very heart of my bottom.

Musics

<3 It's like a little bit of sunshine in musical form.

We dry hands!

These crack me up. Don't ask me why. They are just so...strong. 

Uh...

   

I have realized something...I am an incredibly awkward person. It's something I accept. I've even come to love it. 

Tonight I realized something else. I spend most of my time with other really awkward, loud, and rambunctious people.

I don't know how to be with normal people. 

I feel really uncomfortable around them. My sense of humor is sometimes...a little less than understood. My nature is...a little more than quiet. 

This is something I've realized. Fixable?...perhaps. Does it need to be fixed? We'll see. 

That is all.

Just some loves

Me n Jason...we go way back...to like...seventh grade. It's true. I have a special place in my heart for Jason Mraz. He doesn't get as big of a spot as Billy Joel, but he does have a place.

I just love him.

If I had a bucket list...

...this would be on it.

Oh, for fresh

There comes a time (or maybe times) in our lives when a new leaf must be turned. You reach a breaking point.

Well, consider it reached. 

There comes a time. And the time is NOW.

I'm ready.

You're Never Alone

This semester I have been taking a New Testament class, and I am oh so grateful that I decided to take it. It has been my source of strength on many a rough day. As part of our final project we were asked to pick a topic and spend time researching it and reading the scriptures about it, etc. At the end of all this research, we are to write a talk on it. I chose prayer as my topic. I have been trying to earnestly say my morning and evening prayers...something I have, sadly, really struggled with for quite some time.

Anyway, as I was doing my research today, I came across this video on Mormon Messages. I don't think it's any secret that this semester has been tough. It's definitely kicked my butt on more than one occasion. However, throughout all the beatings and the constant feeling of defeat, there have been moments that have strengthened me and pulled me off the ground and back onto my feet. It's a little daunting to know that I will have so many more trials in my life that will make this one seem like a walk in the park, but if I have learned anything, it's this - we are never alone. With God, nothing is impossible. We can do it!

So to those of you struggling, emotionally, physically, mentally, whatever it is, I say this: You are never alone. Remember - you were sent here by a loving Heavenly Father, and you failing is not a part of His plan. Don't let it be a part of yours.

Hold your own, know your name...

I love my ipod, because sometimes I put it on shuffle, and sometimes it reminds me of songs I used to love, and I remember to love them again. Here is one such song:

Details in the Fabric by Jason Mraz

Music & Pitch

"Pitch is perceived in different ways under different musical conditions"

...ain't that the truth?

What to write, what to write...

I decided that I love blogging so much I just want to write. But...unfortunately, I can't think of anything.

My latest project? - helping put together a benefit concert for Japan. It's somewhat stressful, but in a good way. It feels good to be creating something with people, FOR people. I love it. I must say I think about it almost every minute of every day.

PS: Does anyone have any good insights as to how to get poor college students to donate to relief fund?

Dear Reader

Funny story: I never ever ever thought I would be a blogger. EVER. (Can I emphasize that more?)

Yet, here I am... There is something about blogging that is different than a journal. (But before we get into that, where does the term "blog" originate? Oh, don't worry - I'll tell you. I just googled it. A blend of the term web log. Cool, huh? I guess. It's not too terribly original. Oh, well.) Anyway, in a journal you write all of your secrets. You pour out your hopes, your desires, your fears (however ridiculous they may be), and you leave it there. Not a soul knows about it except you. No one will ever make fun of you for feeling the way you did at that moment when words and good company couldn't comfort you. It's a vault. There's no lock or key, but everyone just knows that you don't read someone else's journal.

A blog is...how do I explain it? A blog is, simply, a diary for the public. You don't share you deepest and "most appalling" secrets. Well, unless you do - which is weird, by the way. A blog is for vain people, like me, who want to write about their lives and feel like someone besides their small circle of friends know about it. In a way, it lifts a seemingly insignificant and simply-led life out of obscurity. Who is reading this? I don't know. But it makes me feel good to think that someone might be. They might even be enjoying it.

Isn't that nice?

Anne-girl

I finished. I finally finished the Anne of Green Gables series, and can I just say, they fulfill every heart hunger in me? When I die, I know I want to meet L.M. Montgomery. I can honestly say that she is a wise woman. She must truly be a "kindred spirit".

Maybe it's just the romantic in me. Maybe it's my love of other beautiful worlds that are not my own, but I love this series. Fictional? - yes. A little dramatic sometimes? - maybe. But so true! - and sometimes, so exactly what I needed to hear. This last book especially. I don't think it's coincidence that I ended up reading Rilla of Ingleside this particular semester. I don't think it's coincidence that I found myself connecting with Rilla's experiences in a very real and personal way. Not that our lives are the same by any means. I never have, and probably never will, go through all of the things she had to endure in just the four years that this book covers. However, every girl, at some point, goes through a time when she realizes she can be, and needs to be, more than she is. I think that's what Rilla felt, and I feel that way now. I can do more than I'm doing, and I need to do it!

Another revelatory moment for me - life is not always perfect (I know, you're shocked). In fact, I would say it never is. But, "the Kingdom of Heaven - and of love - and of happiness - doesn't depend on externals". I would say we decide how perfect life is by how we react to it, and what we put into it. These books have helped solidify that in me.

It's easy for me - little baby, naive me - to get discouraged trying to look to the future for answers and seeing only "a bend" in my road. It's a bend that I can't see around, yet, because I'm not there yet. I can't honestly say that I've ever had a clear view of what the path in front of me looks like, but I had an idea, and it all seems very confusing now. But I'm learning to replace fear and uncertainty with hope, hope for the future - a beautiful and promising future. I think Anne says it best -

"When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla."

"Oh, the places you'll go"...

I want to be SO many things!

When you realize all the things you aren't and wish you were, it is so hard to focus on the things you are. But I can't help it! I have so many "want-to-be's"!

For example, I want to be:

+ more thoughtful
+ smarter
+ happier
+ more spiritual
+ less self-absorbed
+ more confident
+ more active
+ more productive
+ nicer
+ motivated
+ determined
+ a performer
+ a better friend
+ less (a lot less) judgmental

...and the list goes on and on.

I have hope for the future. Realizing you have the power to change is a great thing! I can be these things! I just wish I could be them now.

Dear heart...

That's enough for now. Let's take a break.

PS: I'm such a baby. Hahaha

Sugar, flour, eggs, milk - the ingredients of life

Sometimes roommates totally suck.

On the other hand, sometimes they're one of the greatest blessings in your life. This just happens to be one of those "coincidental" semesters when I have the greatest roommates of ALL time! I love them with all of my hearts.

Tonight was crepe party night. Inspired by none other than the beautiful, talented Amber Warnock! She had her very first crepe tonight! Can you believe it?!

Anyway, the night was a huge success and everyone (I hope) went home full and happy.

Other highlights of the day? -

• Temple-ing with all the roommates
• Having a heart to heart with Mom and Dad
• Seeing Kelsey Robey and her lovely fiance Zach Atherton
• Finishing Julie and Julia with Megan

Overall, a successful day.

Momma Said

Today mom re-confirmed, as mothers so often do, an already known truth for me:
journal writing is important.

Journal writing helps us to recall knowledge that we've gained throughout our lives, through experiences we've had. Journals help us remember when our brains, or our hearts, don't want us to.

So what lesson did I learn today? What great truth have I drawn out of today's insignificant little happenings?

I'm not perfect. & that's okay. We'll just take it one day at a time.

Sometimes the greatest comfort...

...is knowing that I'm not the only one who's hurting.
I'm not the first person to feel this way, and I won't be the last.

"My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictons shall be but a small moment;

And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes."

"There is sun on the horizon
A candle in a cave
a little bit of color on the next page.
There's always something better
when you look for the light
on a Dark day."

This too shall pass...

Ode to Clara

First of all, I want to start off by saying, let's hear it for music classes! In what other major can you find three credit courses offered for only one credit, but still pack the punch of the three credit workload?! Yay for being a music major!!

Anyways...

As a part of my major I have to take three history-type courses titled Music Lit 1,2, and 3. ("Lit", I'm assuming, is short for literature. Just a guess.) My last semester proved to be completely dull and a chore. This semester, however, has been quite different. I have really enjoyed all of it! Our teacher is very organized, adorable, engaging, and super smart to top it all off. This past week we've been continuing our study of the Romantic era, and as part of it, we learned about Robert Schumann and his wife, Clara.
I just want to give a shout out to Clara Schumann! I think she's super cool.

First of all, she was a child prodigy, sort of like Mozart, but not so much in compositions - mostly performing. She was touring and performing with major musicians of the day by age 9! Then, at 16, she met Robert and they fell in love. For four years she had to battle to keep their relationship and love alive because of her father's disapproval of it all (he didn't want his little girl to have to step out of the lime light for something as silly as marriage). Then, when they did marry (after a lengthy court case and a not-so-happy-ending with her father), she put her music aside to support her husband, and her, eventually, eight children! She remained totally faithful to her husband throughout his career, his severe mental illness, and his death, which left her a widow of eight children at age 37! But, she didn't stop there! To keep his illness and attempted suicide from shadowing his great work, Clara started performing her husbands compositions after his death. This is what she did for most of the remainder of her life, and she lived a long one. She successfully raised all of her children, outlived many of them, and kept Robert Schumann's music alive. She is the main reason why we are so familiar with many of his works today!

So, once again - can I get a little shout-out for Clara? Way to be, girl.

Foreshadows of the Summer

I feel like the Summer is going to be fantastic...BUT, at the same time I can't help but be a little envious. Two of my really good friends are embarking on new adventures for the holiday. One is participating in the Playmill Theater productions, and the other is going to be a performing missionary in Historic Nauvoo, Illinois. I know that what I will be doing may not be as much fun, but is still quite important. However...I still am wishing that I could be going off on my own adventure for the Summer months, instead of doing what I've always done - teaching swim lessons to pay my way through school.

As I expressed these concerns to my two friends, one of them, a certain Alex Trost, said to me,"You know what, Sara?"
"What?"
He looked at me quite intently and said,"I think this Summer is going to be great for you. I can read auras, and even though yours is really black (we're sitting in the Black Box theater, which got it's name for obvious reasons), don't be deceived. It may seem like it foretells of gloom and that your Summer is doomed...but I feel like it will be wonderful."

Thanks, Alex. You are so wise.

Dear Facebook...

It's interesting to think about where we would be without the book of face. s.

I mean... let's sit down and take a closer look for just a moment.

I think we would all be less creepy.
Getting over your ex would be a whole HECK of a lot easier (not that I would know...).
We might actually voice our feelings to real live people, instead of to a lifeless computer screen with pictures of people we may or may not know
We might have real friends.
Relationships would still be validated even if they weren't posted in big black letters with a whimsical heart next to them.
"Happy Birthday" would mean a little more, and would come from those who actually remembered your birthday.
Your reputation would rely more on your personality and less on the creativity of the pictures you post...or the number of "friends" you have.
We would actually have to explain ourselves after we randomly say "life sucks"...or maybe not...maybe next time I'm in a group of people I'll spontaneously throw that one out there and let the other members of the party toss it around for a little bit - leave it up for interpretation.

That being said...I still totally love Facebook. Maybe someday I will get rid of it. But probably not soon.

That is all.

This is me being poetic. ...sort of. Ready. Go.

It's the misunderstood who understand not to judge
It's the grudge undeserved that teaches us to forgive
It's the one who has nothing who knows how to give everything
It's the one told that he can't who edifies and inspires
It's the emptiness and sorrow that teaches us how to smile
It's the eyes that look up that embody humility
It's the cheeks streaked with tears that know the sheer joy of laughter
And it's the soul stained with heartache that truly knows how to love

looking ahead

I love when people randomly inspire me to be better than I could be on my own.

It's good to be reminded through other people just how much Heavenly Father loves me.

Dear friend.

Oh, Procrastination. 

You have been my close friend almost my entire life. But I think it's time for a break. These past few weeks have been kind of tough on me and I just don't think I'm ready for this level of commitment. Honestly. I'm not joking this time, I swear. I think in the long run it'll be better for both of us. I mean, we can both see other people, you know? And I know that for you at least, there are plenty of other people to see. So let's just call it quits. 

Love,

Sara

PS: It's not me, it's you. 

Things on my mind.

Oh...goodness...

Many many things on my mind.

Some of which are too private to put all over the internet. But one thing I will say is this - it was a beautiful day, weather-wise, in Rexburg. A gorgeous 75 degrees, a light breeze making it's way through the trees; the kind of day that lures you out of doors to drink in the sunshine. 

Jessica and I went to Porter Park for the afternoon to talk, and sleep and just be. It was incredible. The thing about Rexburg/everywhere-that's-not-California, is that people can't help but be outside on a day like today. A lovely spring day that just makes you smile is a rare commodity here, whereas in California, or at least Simi Valley, they are a common and every day thing. At the park there were blankets spread here and there with friends and couples catching the rays of the sun, hammocks pulled tight between trees adorned with young students taking their Sunday naps, boys attempting to steal some hearts away with their cheesy overly-practiced love songs. 

It's fantastic really. 

Anyway, the afternoon was wonderful. "Just too marvelous for words." 

i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes  (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay great happening illimitably earth)  how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of allnothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You?  (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Daffodils

in time of daffodils(who know

in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem) in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find) and in a mystery to be (when time from time shall set us free) forgetting me,remember me  ee cummings

Hah!

Can we talk about how the guy who sits next to me in my Book of Mormon class sent me a random text about an hour ago asking me if I will go on a blind date with his best friend?? Oh but, don't worry, his best friend is a total "stud". Well I just have one question: If he's such a stud, why does he need his friend to set him up on a blind date??

Just a question.

Haha. This should be super entertaining.

Who am I kidding?

It's not like I have time for a boyfriend anyway. haha. Silly Sara.

Remember that one time...

When all of Sara's roommates had boyfriends (some even had two) and Sara felt like the odd ball out whenever they were all over?? 

Awkward....

I've never been good at dealing with these types of situations.

What to do...

What do you do when you want to pray about something but you're scared to because you're scared of what the answer might be???

Song of the week...

It's so hard to say goodbye...

You know, not to say that SoCal ever has "bad" weather, but it figures that some of the best would just start to come the week before I go back to school in, you guessed it, Rexburg, Idaho. Funny I find myself wishing to stay, when just a month ago I was feeling like time was passing at a glacial pace! But then that's how it always is, yes? Life never goes the way you want it to, nor the way you expect it to. The only thing I can do is go with it, wherever it decides to take me, and love it. Try to love every moment, and learn from those that are just too difficult to love. Trying to do anything else just gets too discouraging. Besides, there are good things about going back to school that do balance out the bad.

1. Make fun all you want, I am so excited to do my own grocery shopping again. : ) There's something so exciting about going to Broulim's, picking and choosing my own menu for the next few weeks, and purchasing it all on my own. (If you are worried about my shopping interests, don't fret for too long. I'm sure my love for grocery shopping will fade once the money being spent is my own.)

2. The social aspect. "What?! Sara isn't social. Tha-That's ridiculous! Last I heard she doesn't even have any friends."

3. School. Oh my goodness...I never thought I'd see the day... I am actually excited to start learning some new academic novelties! 

4. Late night dance parties. Give me an ipod, some open space - good to go. (Hey...give me a break. It's Rexburg, alright?)

5. New apartment. Girl's dormitories?? - Good riddance. 

6. Rexburg temple right up the hill! What else do you need?? I mean, honestly??

So, it's true - I am slightly excited to go back to school again. And thinking about it, I know it's what I need right now. Even though I will be missing my Bethany : ( ...Richarson, that is. I was very unaware how much I would be deprived of in Rexburg without my lovely, beautiful, and utterly fantastic roommate! The truth? - I'm heartbroken. Who knew you could create such a friendship in such a short amount of time? But alas, as I've said before, life goes on. And if all goes according to plan (crossing my fingers) our paths will cross again this coming fall. Until then, it's on to my second semester up at BYU-I! It'll be a crazy last week here in Simi Valley. Hopefully one to remember. : )

"Good Morning, Good Morning, to You!"

Maybe not 1AM like in Singin' in the Rain, but close. On Saturday I had a hair appointment for a close friend who was sealed in the LA temple this morning. Can you say "Holy early in the morning, Batman?!" Try 3:30 in the morning. Yep. We got going at 4AM with lots and lots of curls and hairspray, and didn't start to put the finishing touches on her makeup until 7AM. Right on time. Good thing I love to do hair...and I love her. : ) She was such a beautiful bride! I'm so happy for her and Walt. Congrats, you two! 

By Immersion

Yesterday something incredible happened: Stash Dabrowski was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. There aren't words for me to describe how I felt and how I feel now. Stash is an amazing person. In his welcome the bishop talked about what a great guy he is and how little he had to change in order to be baptized. I have to say I completely agree. It's been such an edifying experience to be a part of Stash's conversion, to say the least. I know that yesterday was the beginning of Stash's new life and I am so proud to have been able to watch how the gospel has improved his life thus far. Having him as a friend is and has been such a blessing to me and so many others. Thanks, Stashua! You're the greatest.

UN-believable!

Good news! - I quit my job at the recycling plant today, unknown to my supervisor! Rude, right? I know. But wait. Don't judge yet. Let me explain-

So for anyone who talks to me on a regular basis, you know I was not too fond of this job in the first place. It's early in the morning, the other workers freak me out, I think my supervisor secretly hates me, it smells, it's tedious, boring. Okay, you get the point. Now for the punchline: I, along with all the other employees, have not been paid for about a month now! Awesome. Love it. 

...No. Not so much.

Well on top of that, I got up yesterday morning, dragged myself out of my warm and comfortable bed and started to prepare myself mentally for the day ahead of me: four and a half hours at recycling, four at the after school club. I can do this. 

So I get in the truck and start the oh-so-wonderful drive to the oh-so-beautiful San Fernando Valley. Now for those of you who don't know how traffic is here, it should only take me about ten minutes to get to where I need to go in The Valley. Here is the harsh reality: it takes me about 2o-25 minutes to get to New Earth recycling plant; about five to seven minutes on the freeway, and anywhere from 10 - 20 minutes weaving my way down Topanga Canyon until I get to my lovely job. Okay so continuing my story, I finally do reach my destination about fifteen minutes late (hey, they're not paying me on time, I don't get there on time) only to find out that I'm not needed.

"Oh, you didn't get a phone call?"

"Um...no."

"Oh, all the other employees did."

Awesome. And still no paycheck.

Needless to say, this was kind of the last straw for me. To make an already long story longer, I resolved to quit yesterday. I don't need this! : )

Even though I haven't been treated in the most respectable manner, I thought I would be courteous and at least come in to work today and let everyone know,"hey, I don't need this. This is my last day." On my drive over I'm kind of nervous; I've never quit a job before, I mean I've only ever had one other job to begin with. But I'm determined so I suck it up and brace myself. 

"One more turn," I think to myself. I grab the steering wheel and pull it to the left. I grab it again just about to turn into the parking lot when - What the...?! 

You have got to be kidding me. The gate is locked. Empty lot. No phone call. And no paycheck. And you guessed it-no more recycling job for me! 

Really?

Oh My Gosh!

No doubt about it! I have had no time to tell you all about Lionel Hampton! Needless to say, I had a BLAST! So much fun. I won't bore you with all the details of what happened when, who said what and where... I will say that I learned a lot. 

It's amazing how simply listening to a few concerts can improve your musicianship. I don't know if you know who Benny Green is, but you should. INCREDIBLE pianist. Anywho, yes. Listening, as I have so often heard, is the key. (My high school choir teacher will be so proud). But really, I didn't even really realize what a difference a few days of fabulous concerts performed by incredible musicians had made until I was sitting on an airplane on my way to Seattle early Saturday morning. I felt empowered, strangely enough, by the things I had heard and seen throughout the week. I know that I have to do something in music. Honestly, I don't know if it's necessarily because I'm good at it. I just don't know what else I would do. These are the thoughts that ran through my head as I walked out of the Moscow, Idaho airport, which is the size of an elementary school cafeteria. 

I did feel very empowered that day, and for several days afterward. Maybe it's mostly because I had gotten to sing on stage with Bobby McFerrin the night before, in front of a fairly large audience. It was incredible, to say the least. 

I want to write more. I really do. But this is long as it is. And registration is not going the way I planned so...The End. : )

Song of the week...

There is a lot to tell! I wish I had like 5 hours to just write it all down! Unfortunately...I have not the time. But I will tell all. I promise. For now...be satisfied with this fabulous music. It's a favorite, redone by the wonderful Jamie Cullum. Enjoy! : )

Song of the week...

Thanks to Ashley for introducing me to some of my favorite artists and songs of all time. Including this one. I hope you love it! -

For right now, it's meant to be...I guess

I've come to the conclusion that being a teacher (in church) is following me. Don't get me wrong, I love it. I do learn A LOT by doing it. It's great-I was a gospel doctrine teacher in Idaho and now I'm a relief society teacher here in Simi. Oh goodness...I was scared to death when I got asked to be the gospel doctrine teacher in Rexburg. But it happened. I survived. And here I am. A better and stronger teacher and person having done it. Don't misunderstand, I am not by any means a great teacher. I still have my moments of weakness when I feel totally incompetent and ask,"What were you thinking?" But I basically enjoy it now.  

This is always a good thing.

Two posts in one day?! What is this?

To whom it may concern:

When is it 'whom' and when is it 'who'?

I'm in one of those moods again. "What mood is that?" you may ask. The mood when all I want to do is lay in my bed and listen to music, write in my journal, ponder, suppose, be. It's one of my favorite moods to be in, really. If I had to pick a favorite of all the moods, this would be in the top five, for sure. 

You should try it sometime. Really. I think you'll become a fan. 

Sincerely,

Yours Truly

PS: I recommend trying to be in this mood on a rainy day. 

Song of the week...

...or just song of...however long it is until I post a new one. 

So here's the story...morning glory (haha I'm SO hilarious)

No really, here's the deal: I love this song. I love this artist. He's fabulous!! 

Listen & Love it. Please.

My Baby

I know. Isn't she adorable? 

Since I don't have a real live baby of my own, this is my substitute for the time being. To many of you, this may seem too endearing of a term for an electric keyboard. But as for myself, I couldn't be happier! My very own keyboard! I can take it up to school with me and everything! I'll get to practice piano, practice voice, and annoy my roommates as much as my heart desires! Isn't it wonderful?

The best part: it was absolutely free. (Don't be jealous, Rachel)

Let Me Clear Something Up

Okay, I know my last post sounded really depressing but let me clear something up: I'm not depressed. I promise. Do I feel lonely at times? Yes. Do I feel discouraged? Yes. But I want you all to know (all three or four of you who read this) that I am still hopeful. I know that this is only temporary and I am trying and will continue to try to make the most of it. So don't worry, I am not crying myself to sleep every night. Yay!! Love you all!

(but I do write a pretty convincing story, right? Props to all my high school English teachers.)

And so it goes...

Well, I'm not gunna lie; its been pretty non-eventful in my neck of the woods. 

Once the relatives took off I slipped into a pathetic and prosaic daily routine of sleeping in late, wandering aimlessly around the house, casually looking for a job here and there with no hopes of finding one, occasionally working out (when in the mood), staying up entirely too late watching whatever movies or late night shows happened to be on, and then catching enough sleep to build up the energy in order to restart the whole process in the morning ... or mid-morning. I would be lying if I said I enjoy it.

 I've been a busy person my whole life, whether its by nature or by very strong outer influences (thanks mom and dad) I don't know, but I never seem to have a problem finding something to bide my time with. Whether its work, school, dance, voice, choir, plays, church or being with friends...whatever!-up until about a month ago my life has been jam-packed with activities and events galore! Although it is a hectic and spontaneous way of living and I always felt sleep-deprived (I usually do), I can't say I ever recall feeling bored. There was always some event to be getting ready for. I remember feeling that there is no end to getting ready for events. I would spend, and still do spend, hours and hours preparing for a concert or a play or a recital and saying to myself in the thick of it all, "once I get this over with, I can relax." 

Wishful thinking. 

I would tackle and conquer one major event only to be confronted with 10 more in its place! I could've sworn about a month ago that this lazy, non-dynamic, "care-free" life that I'm living now would be wonderful! Just think of all the time I would have to spend with friends, catch up on good movies, workout, take dance classes, sleep (very important); you know, the big stuff in life. Well, now its come! I have all the free time in the world!...and I have nothing to fill it up with. I could go through all of the "somethings" on my living-it-large list that have now turned into "nothings", but I won't bore you with that. I will say that I miss that feeling of always having something to do, someone to help, something to improve on. I suppose there are things I could do; my laundry, clean my room (to mom and dad: yes I know and I am preparing for the jazz festival)... but it doesn't hold the same satisfaction when you finish it. There's no sense of accomplishment in saying that you've completed a task in which you've helped no one and not seen or spent any quality time with a good friend or family member. Yes, the room is clean, it looks sweet and lovely and actually resembles the dwelling place of an energetic and ambitious young adult rather than a hobo (AKA starving college student). But, there is still a hole that isn't quite full. I miss so many "somethings" that I used to have or are just unavailable to me at the moment. 

I guess what it comes down to is Mrs. Donohue; yes, my 12th grade AP English teacher and the smartest woman I know. I'm pretty sure that she said this sometime, and if she hasn't I'm sure she will someday-there is irony to be found in almost every situation in literature, and in life. The irony in all this is, I find myself more often than not wishing that I could jump over the fence, thinking that the grass must be greener on the other side. When my time is full and I'm constantly running at the speed of light to finish everything, all I want is to have nothing to do. Well I got my wish; I have nothing to do and there are few words to describe how empty it is. I suppose I'll go back to school and occasionally find myself pining for just a day or two of nothing. But until then..

95 days left.

The Three Trees

Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: " I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!" The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on it's way to the ocean. " I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world! The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. I don't want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world.

Years, passed. The rain came, the sun shone and the little trees grew tall. One day three wood cutters climbed the mountain. The first wood cutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining ax, the first tree fell. "Now I shall make a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" the first tree said.

The second wood cutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It's perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining ax, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. " I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!"

The third tree felt her heart sink when the last wood cutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the wood cutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me." He muttered. With a swoop of his shining ax, the third tree fell.

The first tree rejoiced when the wood cutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feed box for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, or treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when the wood cutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and awed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river, instead she was taken to a little lake. The third tree was confused when the wood cutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?" The once tall tree wondered. " All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God..."

Many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feed box. "I wish I could make a cradle for him." Her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and sturdy wood. " This manger is beautiful." She said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.

One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and a thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She new she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through the wind and the rain. The tired man awoke. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth.

One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten wood pile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hand to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything. It had made the third tree strong. And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.

Dear family, 

I love you so much; for obvious reasons. Thank you for always being there when times are hard and I need you, and when times are going good. You are fantastic! 

Love, 

Sara-bear

Let Me Be Your Wings

Its like hearing "A Whole New World" for the first time... 

I love it.

Yes, Im a nerd.

I am eh-tarded

Funny story:

Here at BYUI in our lovely dorms we have loft beds. This morning I was really brilliant, and in the process of trying to grab my phone off my desk, I totally fell off my bed. 

Happy Halloweenie!

Its a bird, its a plane, its...

an ipod silhouette dancer??...

...and Tony Stark! 

So funny story, in order to be Iron Man, Jeremy had to stick a plastic wall light to his chest and, obviously, had to dye his hair black and draw on a goatee. When he came over I was pretty impressed at how well he pulled off the look. I still wasn't ready so he sat and played guitar for a few minutes. Well, our dorms are kind of weird in the way that we have no control over the temperature. So sometimes it gets kind of hot. Needless to say, Jeremy started to sweat and his light started to come off of his chest. This resulted in him having to go to different apartments looking for tape to tape his light back on. It was great. Okay so really, that wasn't really a really funny story. But its alright. It was entertaining at the time.

Anyway, Halloween was fun. Very different from being at home. Jeremy and I went to Bethany's play. (Bethany my roommate. Not to be confused with Bethany my sister.) She was fabulous! Its true, I have talented friends. Afterwards we went to Jeremy's apartment with every intention of watching a scary movie, but some of our friends from Vocal Union showed up and we ended up hanging out with them and missing most of the movie. But it was a good time. I loved it. So that is my Halloween story. The End. 

Jeremy!

PS: I have a boyfriend. And he's way cute. 

don't you agree? : )

Glitter and Be Gay

My next goal:

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Huzzah!!!

Today at 7AM I walked into my Music 256 class. 40 minutes later I walked out for the last time with all of the piano proficiency requirements passed off! No more 7AM classes for me! Celebrate! 

In the immortal words of Emperor Kuzco, "I'm so happy!"

: )

You learn something new every day.

What I learned today:

My sister is a very wise soul. & she's not afraid to share what she knows. I need to be more like that.

Love you, Bethany.

I Will Survive

So you all know I am taking like...10 music classes this semester and am hard at work learning the fine art of music theory. I want to share with you my lesson in today's ear training class: never perform in your underwear. 

Unless you are awesome.

Observe.

Retreat!

Well here is my update on the Vocal Union retreat! It was super fun and so gorgeous. We went to the Quick Water Lodge which is somewhere....in Idaho. : ) 

There are twelve of us in the group but only 10 of us could go. We basically just hung out on Friday afternoon. We played a few games before and after dinner. That was pretty entertaining. I don't know if you have ever played the game "I've never..." but its a good way to find out things about people. Everyone sits in a circle and one person stands in the middle and says something they've never done. The people in the circle who HAVE done it stand up and everyone standing (including the person in the middle) has to try and sit somewhere where they didn't sit before. So...that was fun. I found out that a lot of people have been skinny-dipping... pretty much. But BEFORE that, my friend Katie and I just walked around and took pictures of the mountains and trees.

So that night we watched Mr. Bean. Oh my goodness...what a ridiculous movie. It was fun though. Sister and Brother Brower loved it! haha. You know whats weird? Having married people in your choir. Thats gunna take some getting used to. 

Anyway, moving on. So the next morning we had to get up at 7:30...LAME! I wanna sleep in on Saturdays! Oh well...life goes on. But we all got dressed and ready to go to our morningside. Ben, probably the oldest in our choir, led us up to a clearing in the mountain where he led us in the morningside. It was so awesome because not only was the spirit strong, but it was raining, too! It was so rad! 

Well after that we rehearsed for about 2 and half hours. I won't go in to detail about that. BUT, Katie and I got to lead a kind of mini-workshop on how to scat/improv. That was way sweet. I love jazz. It was fun to be in the teaching position and everyone seemed to really enjoy it!

So anyway after that we packed up and headed home. 

It was a good experience. I'm glad I was able to go. 

The Joys of Cleaning

Alright, so its funny story time.

Ok, so, dishes have now become a mounting problem in 287 Ricks Hall. Pretty much, we are all lazy college students and never want to wash anything. I know this might come as a shock to all you at home, but I am kind of the big cleaner here in my dorm. So when the dishes pile up, I'm usually the first to be willing to clean them. So in order to solve this problem, I made a chore chart! Yay! So now everyone has a day when they put away the clean dishes, and a day when they wash the dishes.

Okay, so today my roommate brought over her friend, and while she was here, she started to...voice her opinions about our abundance of dirty dishes while we were all sitting in the living room! We could obviously hear her, hellloooo?! Well, her and my roommate left so, we all decided to brush off her rude comments and go on with life. About 20 minutes later, she returned. So, I um...was feeling kind of brave and said, "so, we were all thinking that...you should do our dishes for us. (pause for effect)..." And just as I was about to pull the whole "haha jk!" she goes, "okay! I was actually going to anyway." and she starts doing the dishes! Score! So basically, some random girl did our dishes and it was joyous to my soul. 

And...PS: I just got off the phone with MmmShlee. I love her to death! And she sent me a video of Elder Laing shaking his fist at me because I haven't sent him his letter yet. 

Early in the morning, I really miss people...

Salsa, anyone?

I made it through my first week! Woohoo! I am so proud! Only fifteen more! : )

Well classes are going well. I'm sure it'll get tougher, though.

Yesterday was a wonderful day. We (me, Adrian and Bethany) made dinner for some of our friends (Josh, Matt and Jeff). It turned out pretty good! Afterwards we went Latin dancing! So much fun. The guys were a little hesitant at first, but they got into it! Josh was pulling me across the dance floor before too long! So that was way fun. After the dancing we all headed up to the playing fields for some Ultimate where we made some more friends. I can't remember all of their names. Four roommates. Boys. Funny. That quickly turned into Ultimate Frisbee, but with a football because it was so windy. We had a grand time. It was a very successful night overall!

No date yet...but I will definitely let you know! : )

Just another beautiful day at BYUI

Alright. So heres the deal. I promised some people that I would put up some super cute pictures of my lovely cinderblock dorm and my roommates on here! Oh the joys of college living!

The beautiful garden at BYUI. My favorite!

The results of our trip to the Dollar Tree:

We decided it was about time to let people know 

that we want to be friends. : ]

I-night!!! Time to rock climb...

Roomies

The Day's Events

Alright. Here is my big college post for the day. So the day started off horribly! For whatever reason (lack of sleep most likely), I did not wake up to my alarm or I turned it off or something. Anyway, I slept right through my 7:45 Tonal Harmony class. So I flipped out, Bethany can verify that, and got ready as quickly as possible in order to make it to my 9AM class on-time. Afterward I found my professor and he told me to go to the same level class that was being offered at 10:15. Brilliant! SO...long story short, it ended up being a blessing in disguise that I missed my first class because I just dropped my 7:45 class and joined the class at 10:15! Hurray! I know you are all thinking that I now don't have to get up early anymore on M W and F...but I still do. In order to not be stuck in a lame piano class all semester, my piano teacher is letting a select few take a 7AM class on M W and F for a half hour. But once we pass off the proficiency requirements (which can happen at any point in time) we don't have to come anymore! So needless to say...I will be getting those passed off really soon. 

Alright. Moving on. So the rest of the day went as planned. My classes went well. The next big part of my day was my call back for Vocal Union. The amateur, but only jazz group on campus. It was fun! And, good news! - I just got the email telling me that I made it! So I will be in A group this semester! I am excited. It should be a good experience. Well, that about does it for today! Now my roommates and I are going to make mexican hot chocolate.

 

Oh! PS: for those of you who are interested, I have a date coming up....sometime soon! One of the boys in my ward asked me to go country/swing dancing with him here on campus. It should be pretty fun! And!--there is a boy that sings and plays guitar really well who just gave me his CD and found out I sing so....he wants me to sing with him in concerts and things of that nature! I am so excited! And both of them are super cute! If you wanna check him out (his music, not him) he has a music myspace and his name is Grant Brock. He's uh-mazing. 

: ]

I survived the first day!

So I KNOW that you are all so anxious and excited to know how my first day of school went! Well, I'll tell you. First of all, here is what my schedule was for my first day:

6AM: I wake up after going to bed at midnight (thats a habit I'm going to have to break really soon)

7AM: After a nutritious breakfast of...Cheerios, I leave my dorm and head to the music building to get some practice in for my callback before my 7:45 class.

7:45AM: Tonal Harmony 1

9AM: Diction for Singers

11:30AM: Piano 256

12:05PM: I audition for Music 155 AKA-voice lessons

12:20: I audition for jazz combos

12:45: Call backs for Collegiate Singers

1:45PM:I head back to 287 Ricks Hall to eat some lunch.

3:15PM: BOM 122

4:30: Intro to Vocal Methods

well...thats pretty much it! It was a long day and a new experience. The classes went by pretty quickly and I love how much the gospel is involved. I can already feel how much the spirit is present in all my classes. I know I will do well if I do my part in being spiritually and mentally prepared. However, I also know it won't be easy. It makes me glad that I'm starting here and not in a huge school like BYU Provo. Well, I have a lot of homework so I must sign off!

Highlights

1. I got a call back for Collegiate Singers! (I have no idea if I spelled that right)

2. Went to I-night and a dance party afterward-super fun!

3. Me and my roomies went to the Dollar Tree and bought some state-of-the-art decorations for our dorm. So cute!

Roommates

My dorm is almost complete! We got another roommate today. Her name is Bethany and she is super sweet. I've had good luck in the roommate department so far! I hope our last roommate is way awesome cuz...she'll be sharing a room with me. : )

Today was a busy day. BYU welcome devotional. Games. Auditions. Talent show. There is a lot to do on this campus. But its very empowering to be around students who all want to succeed, and staff who all want to help us succeed. I love it. Even after one day its starting to feel more like home. 

Okay I'm going to bed.

All Is Well In Rexburg

Well...I arrived safely. I just barely finished setting up my dorm at...12:01 am. : ]

I only have one roommate at the moment! We are both still awaiting the arrival of the other two. And we are both in different rooms so...we are hoping our other roommates are dang awesome. 

Saying goodbye to Mom and Dad was a lot more difficult than I expected. Its so cliche, but so true that you don't realize what you have until you watch it drive away, and realize you'll be alone for the next four months. So weird. 

Well, I must get to sleep. I have auditions tomorrow. Here's to my first day living in the beautiful Rexburg, Idaho!

I'm Back!!

Well I have decided to start this thing up again. Bethany has inspired me to type up all my thoughts, meaningless and otherwise, on this website we all know and love. And you, my devoted fans, get to read, digest and critique all of it! You should be wildly excited.

These past 9 months have been quite exciting! I got a 4 on my AP English exam, got accepted to BYU-I, graduated, dated and got dumped by an RM, and I am now in Utah with Bethany and Brandon awaiting Thursday when they, along with my parents, will leave me in Rexburg, Idaho to begin my first semester at BYU! Actually to be honest, I haven't done much since I left Simi Valley last Thursday. I've spent a plethora of minutes, maybe even hours, on my Mac taking sweet pictures of...myself. : ] 

I also got my hair cut this summer. You know, its pretty incredible how

 a hair cut can make one feel like a new person. I love it!

I've come to accept the fact that I'll get to watch all my friends hang out with and date great guys in highschool. What can I say? I've figured out by now that I'm destined to go through the rest of highschool by myself. well...not by myself...I have my family.
At least I had a good freshman year.

It's not that I'm jealous...

Just a little lonely...

Well let's see.
What is there to say about this week?
Not much actually. It was pretty uneventful.
Although, I have developed a new pain in my heel. It's pretty annoying.
hmm...oh! We had a choir festival on Friday at CSUN. That was great fun.
We rode in a bus illegally because we had no administrator in the bus with us.
That was quite a trip. :]
& yesterday was Rachels junior recital. She did so good even though she was terribly nervous.
She had no reason to be. She worked so hard on this I'm so happy for her!
& now its Sunday again and there is school tomorrow.
Sunday is always tainted by the fact that there is school the next day.
Oh well...what can you do?

This is the story I wrote for Mrs. Haren's English class:

Rishi the Little Village Man
Part of a larger group called the Village People
Written by Sara Pulsipher

In a small village called Risha off the coast of a small island that no one has ever seen or heard of, lived a young boy named Rishi. Little Rishi loved Risha. He was born there and knew everyone in the village and everyone in the village knew Rishi.
Now, although he was called “Little Rishi”, Rishi was not so little. He was actually the tallest boy in Risha and quite strong for a man of 15. (In Risha, 15 years of age marked the beginning of manhood). His nickname was Macho Macho Man.
It was at this time in Rishi’s young exuberant life that he began to look for a wife. He needed someone who would be a hard worker but also beautiful and gentle and loving and, of course, a good mother, for Rishi planned on having many children. He himself was one of ten children.
One spring morning, Rishi awoke after a hard day’s work of looking for a wife the day before, feeling rather splendid and well rested. He had had no success in finding the perfect mate and hoped that today would bring more progress.
As Rishi was walking along a dirt path in the village (it was actually the only path in the village because, like I said, this was a very small place) he stopped to pick up a petite caterpillar that had wandered from its home in a nearby bush. Just as he finished placing the young creature back on its little bush Rishi looked up and saw the most beautiful creature his eyes had ever beheld. It was a girl he had never seen before (surprising considering he knew, or thought he knew, everyone in the village).
Gathering up his courage Rishi approached the gorgeous young female and said, “Yama rojamanov telovya me shihemaree.” Translated, he said, “Hello.”
These two individuals courted for weeks. Throughout this time Rishi bought his love many gifts to show his love for her. He bought her rare chickens that nested in palm trees goose pearls and also Soft Lips chap stick to make kissing all the better. When the time was right, Rishi took Tina (for that was his loves name. She had inherited it from her mother Tinat Urner) to the edge of a small watering hole that was sacred for both of them. It was called Akuna Matata. He then proceeded to do a ceremonial dance called the Mackar Ainah around her singing the traditional song. Afterwards he asked her an important question.
“Ritihi?” he asked. Which, translated, means, “Tina, my love, I have known you for many weeks and you have come to mean the world to me. I would like you to be my wife and the mother of my children. Will you marry me?”
Needless to say, Tina accepted. Rishi was overjoyed. He thought happily to himself, “Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy? This must be a dream.”
Now, Rishi was no poor man; he was born free for his dad was a doctor. He came from a very rich family and built a grand mansion for him and his wife. Rishi looked forward to the life they would have together and wanted to start a family right away. However, Tina had different plans in mind. Little did Rishi know that his wife was a heartbreaker, dreamaker and a lovetaker. Like all gorgeous women, Tina wanted material things and she would often ask Rishi for small gifts. They were not overly expensive, and Rishi loved her so much and was so rich that he granted her every desire. So, their family’s beginning was delayed.
As the years went on Tina’s greediness increased. She began to ask for more and more each day and Rishi would get her anything she wanted. In their sixth year of marriage, the two still had no children, Tina was no longer beautiful but a fat and horrid thing that could no longer get off her couch in her room. Rishi himself was a great deal skinnier and had lost two inches of his height! Also, their fortune was now rapidly depleting.
Realizing this Rishi approached his wife in her bedroom to speak to her about the growing problem.
“My love,” he began, “Our fortune is growing small. I wonder, could you maybe cut down on your needs a bit?”
Horrified at the request, Tina exclaimed, “The best things in life are free, but you can give them to the birds and bees! Give me money! That’s what I want! Lots of money!” Rishi backed quickly away from the crazed female.
Her demands did not stop and soon Rishi had lost all of his money.
On a sad September morning, Rishi awoke to find his wife’s room in ruins. This was not because someone had trashed the place, but because she had destroyed a great deal in her struggle to get out of her room.
Rishi broke down and wept. He had lost all of his money, his wife, and just as he was thinking that there was nothing left to lose, 20 great strong men gathered around his house, picked it up with their bare hands and took it away.
“Yetletta mockyooooooooooorem!” Rishi cried. (translation: “Another one bites the dust!”) Rishi lowered his face to his hands and thought, “Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy? There’s no escape from reality.”
He then thought, “Ufram.” Which, translated, means, “Beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship.”

Tech week is over!!!!

Shows have begun!!!

The End

Yesterday

Someone told me

That my smile is infectious..

it made my day. :]

Well let's see...what can I tell you about my life as of now...
+ It's still busy. But...seeing as how my life has been busy since about seventh grade, I don't think thats going to change any time soon.
+ We're learning grammar for the SAT's in English with Mrs. Haren so now I always have to make sure my pronouns are not amiguous. :]
+ Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat opens in two weeks!! I'm way excited! I think that even though its a very cheesy production and has a rediculously long name, it will still be great fun.
+ I learned this amazing combo in dance on Thursday and I have gone through it at least once every day since.
+ My voice lessons are going wonderfully. I love Daniela! She's fabulous and so talented! I've only had five lessons with her and I've already learned so much!
+ My new favorite movie is Life Is Beautiful. If you haven't seen it before...you should.
+ My first choir concert of the year is on Tuesday! Yay! Hey Bethany guess what two of my friends and I are singing at it? Lift Thine Eyes! haha. I'll have to tell you how we ended up doing that.
+ Our trip to Texas was fantastic! It was absolutely wonderful to see the kids again. But now I realize just how much I miss them. Kaitlyn cried hysterically when she woke up Monday morning to find her favorite aunt, i mean aunts, weren't there. Or at least thats what mom tells us. I really miss David and Tanya as well.
+ I can't wait until Christmas and its only October!!! Oh dear...I hope I make it!

Lame! Lame lame lame. It makes me so mad that no matter how hard I try I can't ...be as good as I want to be in dance! I keep pushing it and I think I'm getting worse. What makes me even more angry is how teachers seem to just skip me in the line of criticism. It's like...they lookat me and say "hmmm.....there is too much work to do here. I'll come back later". IDK. It really really makes me mad. I'm not gunna break! I can handle the criticism. Really! I can! It's okay. I wanna be better I really REALLY do! I just don't know how. grr.

Okay. Well...I'll just have to try harder next week.

The End. :]