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| Birthday!!!! |
| 02.24.04 (11:46 am) [edit] |
I know I decided that this blog wouldn't be used just for rambling on about my own life but there is something I must share!!!
:D Today's My Birthday :D
Yay!!!! lol
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| If you need a friend... |
| 02.22.04 (6:02 pm) [edit] |
Dedicated to a friend: I'm here for you, however I can help... just let me know
Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain, we all have sorrow.
But if we are wise, we know that there's always tomorrow.
Lean on me, when you're not strong and I'll be your friend.
I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long 'til I'm gonna need somebody
to lean on.
Please swallow your pride, if have things you need to borrow.
For no one can fill those needs that you won't let show.
You just call on me brother when you need a hand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
I just might have a problem that you'll understand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
Lean on me when you't not strong, and I'll be your friend.
I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long 'til I'm gonna' need
somebody to lean on.
You just call on me brother if you need a friend.
We all need somebody to lean on.
I just might have a problem that you'll understand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
If there is a load you have to bear that you can't carry.
I'm right up the road, I'll share your load if you just call me.
Call me (if you need a friend)
Call me
:)
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| May I be your endless sky... |
| 02.22.04 (5:51 pm) [edit] |
I received this poem in an e-mail from one of my best friends and I want to pass it along to all of my friends as a way of saying thanks for all they have done for me... especially recently... I love you guys, you are the best!
May our friendship last forever;
May I sail upon your sea.
May we go through life together;
May there always be a "we."
May I be your endless sky;
May you breathe my gentle air.
May you never wonder why
Each time you look for me, I'm there.
May we be for each a smile
Like the warm, life-giving sun;
Yet when we're in pain awhile,
May our suffering be one.
May we share our special days,
The happiness of one for two;
And if we must go separate ways,
Let my love remain with you.
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| She Believes We Can Fly... |
| 02.15.04 (12:18 pm) [edit] |
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Well Valentine's Day has just passed, and though spending Valentine's Day "alone" before has depressed me, this year I had a different outlook. I realized that I really wasn't alone. I babysit for an adorable little girl named Megan. And I wanted to get Megan something special seeing that we were spending friday together. So I bought her a big hellium balloon. I had forgotten how most little kids have this obsession with learning to fly, and Megan was not exempt in this case. She would jump up and wrap herself around the balloon and I flew her around the room, the whole time she was squealing and saying "Megan can fly Sarah! zoooom!" and then we shared a nice snack of Valentine's Vanilla shakes. Now sure, it wasn't exactly a romantic Valentine's date with a goregeous guy, but I had the best time still. I could have spent the day mopping, but instead I was experiencing Valentine's Day through the eyes of a two year old. I think it is so easy to get caught up in the commerical aspects of this holiday, or even give in to the message that if we don't have a special guy to spend the day with then we are worthless, but don't give in! Relive those preschool days when a balloon or a candy was the most important thing in the world. Everyone deserves to have a great Valentine's weekend, even if it takes a different form of fun like mine did. :D
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| A Valentine for Laura |
| 02.13.04 (4:44 pm) [edit] |
Ann disliked Valentine's Day as a girl. She was plain - not ugly, but not beautiful. Valentine's Day is not kind to plain girls. It wasn't so bad in elementary school, when the obligatory 30 Valentines arrived: one from each classmate. She overlooked that fact that her cards were not oversized like popular girls, and did not contain love notes like those of the pretty girls. But later, in middle school, the valentine exchange was no longer mandatory. Just when the yearning for romance budded, when the desire for admiration and flirtation became imperative, and a valentine was needed most, no card arrived. Not for Ann. Not for plain girls anywhere. Only for the pretty and the popular. At such a time, stories of ugly ducklings that will one day turn into beautiful swans do not assuage the hurt and rejection.
As fate would have it (and often does), in subsequent years Ann did become pretty and turned many a boy’s head. As she received more attention and flirtations, she came to feel - and therefore be - very beautiful. But even years later, grown and with a family of her own, she did not forget those long-ago days of rejection and dejection.
Today, Ann’s family includes two boys in jr. high school. For a dollar, their Student Council will deliver a Valentine’s Day Carnation. Ann gives a dollar to each of the boys to buy flowers for their girlfriends. Then she adds another dollar apiece with this instruction: “Pick out another girl, one who is nice, but plain - someone who probably won’t get a flower. Send her a flower anonymously. That way she will know that someone cares, and she will feel special.”
Ann had done this for several years, spreading Valentine’s Day a little beyond her own world.
One year, Laura, who was plain to behold but beautiful to know, received one of these gifts. Ann’s son reported that Laura was so happy and surprised, she cried. All day long she carried the flower on her books and chattered with the other girls about who her admirer could be. As Ann heard the account, she too had to dry her eyes - for she remembered.
~Don Caskey
:D To all of the Laura's out there (and I proudly include myself here) don't give up, someone really does care. Consider this a digital carnation, for I truely care and sympathize. I hope this has brightened your Valentine's Day a little and please feel free to pass this story along, found it in Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul II. Happy Valentines Day to all! <3 Sarah>
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| Love Potion a la Sarah |
| 02.10.04 (1:10 pm) [edit] |
Now Valentines day is less than a week away... ::dum dum dum::: but fear not single chiquitas... I have a recipe to cure those Valentines blues!
:wink: 5 pints Ben and Jerry's Death By Chocolate
:wink: 3 dvds: My Big Fat Greek Wedding - Miss Congeniality - How to Deal
:wink: 2 lbs of chocolate
:wink: 3 valentines teddy bears, to throw, or hug
:wink: 1 extra large box of Kleenex tissues
add one best friend and stir well!
And remember love it or hate it, it only comes once a year!!!
Happy Valentines Day!!! :D
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| Girls are Like Apples |
| 02.10.04 (12:37 pm) [edit] |
Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they're afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just pick up the rotten apples that are on the ground. They aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think that there is something wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing. That is why we just have to be a little patient and believe that the right boy, the one who isn't afraid of falling for a perfect apple, will come someday...
:wink:
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| If I was Invisible... wait I already am...? |
| 02.08.04 (1:07 pm) [edit] |
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Many claim that vandalism is a cry for attention, and I agree. However, I don’t always think that the vandals are looking for the attention or punishment adults have to offer, I think they just want to be recognized. I have a theory, that ever time you officially “meet” a person, you have already encountered them some dozens of times in life. I have friends I made in jr. high who I had taken ballet classes with or gone to preschool with, and this all escaped me until we looked into the past as friends, years and years later. So perhaps, everyone you will ever meet, has already walked through your life. If best friends of the future sat on the same bus, or passed each other in the street, or grew up streets away from each other, then why does it take years and years for them to make a connection? To get back to the topic at hand, it seems that people are afraid of connections, afraid of risks. It is much more difficult to introduce yourself to a stranger in person, than scribble your name all over lockers and bathroom walls so someone knows who you are. In a large high school setting such as ours, and even just out in the world, we each must pass over 2,000 people a day just during work or school hours! Walking down the side walk standing in line at the post office, or eating dinner in a restaurant, now we are talking possibly even hundreds of thousands of people a day! So why these invisible barriers? Why do so many students opt to be known to others solely as that person who wrote “I love goats” on the bathroom wall instead of that person I met today and chatted with? It is said that everyone has a story, well with 6 billion people in the world, each with hearts and heads full of stories and experiences, how can anyone find a boring moment? On a short train ride you could be sitting next to your soul mate, a person who has traveled the world, or maybe just someone dangerously close to being bored. So get out there, share your story! No use telling your tales, and heartaches to a bathroom wall, because quite frankly, it doesn’t listen well. Experience the world of communication, meet new people, and learn to take a healthy risk!
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| Surviving as a little fish in a big ocean... |
| 02.07.04 (9:17 am) [edit] |
Tips For Surviving Freshman Year:
1) Learn quickly that there is not a pool on the roof... and even if there was... the "pool passes" would not be sold by seniors... 8)
2) When an upperclassmen says go join my club it's in room B302 (which appears to be a janitorial closet) and we're closed monday-friday and weekends for the first 12 months of the year... please don't waste hours of sleep trying to figure out when its open... :wink:
3) The beautiful lake outside the cafeteria is not a good place to go skinny dipping... :oops:
4) and there [b]is[/b] a reason it's called "taco surprise"
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| All I need to know about life I learned from a Jack Russell Terrier... |
| 02.06.04 (8:14 pm) [edit] |
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when life bites... don't attempt to bite it back....because you'll end up running in circles until u realize you were the one chewing on your own tail...
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| Welcome! |
| 02.06.04 (8:09 pm) [edit] |
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Hey there! Welcome to my blog! I could ramble on about my life here, but instead I've decided to offer some of the advice I have picked up stumbling through life :D and at corrina's request, stay positive! :lol: My blog will feature random advice from acting gracefully after falling up the stairs (yes it can be done) to loving yourself flaws and all! (yes it can be done as well!!) Enjoy, and feel free to leave comments!
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//Song of the Week:
This is for all you girls about 13
High school can be so rough, can be so mean
Hold on to, on to, your innocence
Stand up tall
When everybody's givin in
This one's for the girls
This is for all you girls about 25
In a little apartment
Just trying to get by
Livin' on, on dreams and Spaghettio's
Wonderin where your life is gonna go
This one's for the girls
This one's for the girls
Who've ever had a broken heart
Who've wished upon a shooting star
You're beautiful the way you are
This one's for the girls
Who love without holding back
Who dream with everything they have
All around the world
This one's for the girls//
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