tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89906940494323699092024-02-19T18:28:36.285-08:00Observation and ExperienceSaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-9093606812801478232011-06-16T09:58:00.000-07:002011-06-16T10:20:49.435-07:00Things Are Going Well.With every bad day comes a good day.<div>And let me tell you, there have been some very bad days in the last week.</div><div>As the week is coming to a close, things are looking brighter. I've love getting to know all of the girls in my apartment group. Most of us have known each other for years, but it seems like we are really starting to bond. Last night we all got together and hung out for a few hours. Cindy cooked delicious hot dogs, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lupi</span> put cornrows in some of the girl's hair (mine included! pictures will be posted later!), and Z, Emily and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pancha</span> were being crazy as ever. Despite everything that happened yesterday, last night was one of the best nights I've had this summer. You can't go wrong with a great girls night!</div><div><br /></div><div>Remember how I used to post a favorite song? How about a favorite band?</div><div><b>The Script.</b></div><div>No words can describe how much I love their music. I especially enjoy The Script's station on Pandora. Its my perfect <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">playlist</span>. I'd be listening to them now if my headphones weren't laying on the desk in the apartment. So instead, I get to listen to the wonderful video in Computer Science. I won't lie, our professor sounds like Darth Vader. Every time I start to pay attention, I laugh and think of Star Wars.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-72231433122479599742011-06-15T10:08:00.000-07:002011-06-15T10:29:11.622-07:00I am who I am.<h6 style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}">So I may not please the everyone, I may not be perfect. I am who I am. And I'm not changing...</span></span></h6><span style="font-size:85%;">All I can say is</span> What.A.Week.<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Who knew things would end up being so complicated. I definitely didn't. In my mind, everything is making sense and I am doing everything right. So why can't everyone else understand? I've gotten a lot of crap from people lately and it is the worst thing to deal with. What I did was my decision. It may have been unreasonable and selfish, but I was losing sight of my dreams. I began to give up on everything I had worked so hard to accomplish. Doesn't sound like me, does it?<br />I'm all about reaching for the impossible and working toward it until the end of time. I almost gave up on my future.<br /><br />What was I thinking?<br /><br />I was thinking <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm in love. That is all that matters... </span>Well guess what. It turns out that there is much more than that. I have everything in front of me. All I have to do is take these chances. I may fail, but I may succeed too. I'll never know unless I discover it. For myself. College has been a major reality check. I've learned more about myself in two weeks than I have in years.<br /><br />On a brighter note, Computer Science is lovely. Especially when I am beginning to understand what is going on. We wrote a program today about how to determine miles per gallon. I was able to write my own program, but when it came to helping other students, I fell flat on my face. The next thing I have to learn is how to put everything I am thinking into words.<br /><br />To those who have supported me throughout the last week, thank you. Thank you for supporting me and lifting me up through my hard days. I know that if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this today. You are the blessings in my life and I am lucky to have you all.<br /><br />For those of you who are in my position, keep on going. If anyone ever tells you that people are saying things or that you are something you're not, remember the phrase "Give me names." Give me the names of the people who believe that. Prove that its true. Even if they don't believe in you, remember the names of the people who do. You will always have someone there for you. Stay strong. Someone loves you. You know I do.<br /><3<br /></span>SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-27748841776650243172011-06-07T09:54:00.000-07:002011-06-07T10:03:02.673-07:00No words can describe Computer Science.Soooo college classes this summer..... not exactly my cup of tea.<br />We have a Computer Science class with a teacher that wants to convert the students to a religion of computer science. Great. Exactly what I want from this course. I feel like I will be building a computer by the end of this (if I payed any attention that is.) He rants and raves about the binary code and talks about hard drives as if they were God's gift to mankind.<br /><br />So I made a bold move recently.<br />Facebook? No more. I deactivated my account. I have so many reasons for this decision, but for the most part it is a distraction. Social Networking is just too much of an addiction now days and I don't want to be apart of that crowd.<br /><br />Hopefully I will start blogging regularly. I have all the time in the world now. So if you're still reading, stick around.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I have a lot to say.</span>SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-66541550269724153972011-04-27T19:26:00.000-07:002011-04-27T19:36:55.331-07:00Sometimes I need a moment where I can lie in the grass and listen to music. I need a moment of peace in this crazy thing I call my life. So why can I never find it?<br /><br />22 days. I have been waiting to graduate for as long as I can remember. This year has been one for the history books. Thinking about it now makes me a little teary. <strong>This. Is. It.</strong> I never thought that one year could go by so quickly. It feels like it was just yesterday when we hiked up U Hill and painted <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">each other</span> rather than the U. Now we're receiving our caps and gowns... I'm scared, but boy am i ready.<br /><br />The Script: Without your music, I wouldn't make it through times like this.<br />Let the good times roll.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-18429503670199403552011-04-22T10:51:00.000-07:002011-04-22T11:11:19.143-07:00feels like a lifetime.so readers, it has been a long while.<br />lately i have been spending my days at a cute little clothing store down town. in the mornings, things are very slow. i pray that someone will come in and ask for a shirt that is just out of reach. that gives me an excuse to get my tool that so much resembles little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">bo</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">peep's</span> hook.<br />i love this job.<br />when <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> not selling merchandise, sweeping the floors, or stocking the swim suits, i like to dress up the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mannequins</span> in clothes that i could never afford. maybe one day when <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> swimming in money i will buy everything in this store.<br />recently i spotted a skirt on a rack that has been sitting there for months. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> not sure if it has been skipped over or if it is due to the fact that the print is not attractive, but it has not been touched. until today. as she was paying for the skirt, she noticed that one of the belt loops was coming undone. i offered to fix it before she could change her mind. all i can say is that this has been the most exciting event of my morning.<br /><br />life is good. things are going great.<br />stay tuned.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-19928703600290768512010-12-06T23:25:00.001-08:002010-12-06T23:36:20.142-08:00Catching UpMy oh my. It is very late.<br />I made a goal to finish my online training courses tonight and I DID IT! Hello, Raise! My name is Minimum Wage! Lets elope.<br /><br />I turned the big one-eight over the weekend. I found that the best way to celebrate is not by doing something illegal, but spending time with my closest friends and family. My best friend Evan came to visit and we had a ball. He and I made a delicious <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vegetarian</span> lasagna. And the best part of the entire night? I got a zebra-striped <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">snuggie</span> out of it.<br /><br /><strong>I love my friends.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />I've struggled with writing about my life lately. Can you tell? I haven't blogged in ages. Sometimes when I go through a rough patch in my life, I shut down and don't share much. Well readers, Its been a while. And I'm all about the sharing.<br /><br />I came across a mister Johnny <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Strat</span> on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Facebook</span>. His sound is my music moment of the week. Give him a chance if you're into the singer songwriter stuff like yours <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">truly</span>.<br /><br />Happy Holidays.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-71483305169790502902010-11-02T18:44:00.000-07:002010-11-02T19:01:00.858-07:00I Think I'll Be Brave...<strong>Brave - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tawgs</span> Salter</strong> <br />This song touched my soul. I heard it the other day and have spent every spare moment since then searching for the name. Its not often that I find a piece of music as beautifully written as this, but when I do, its magical.<br />I. Love. Music.<br />Its as simple as that.<br /><br />I wish I could describe the thoughts that run through my head when I hear this song. One thing is for sure, there is always a montage of memories that run through my mind when I hear things like this.<br /><br /><strong>Down - Jason Walker</strong><br /><strong>You Fill My Heart - Jason Walker</strong><br />Another stroke of genius I stumbled upon as I began writing this blog. Its as if musicians tap into my dreams every night and steal my memories for their own personal writings. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Haa</span> I can only wish it was that way.<br />Its nights like this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">when I</span> pray for my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ipod</span> to come back to life. I need my music.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-20949351036717245262010-10-29T15:04:00.000-07:002010-10-29T15:30:42.982-07:00Experience the Red CrossI can cross off something on my bucket list today. <div><br /><br /><div align="center">Thats right.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533596145113629698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncf26lzySLEbFG6S9tEzXyJmU7z2YOWzQmM86X2MFnBTrXMaH1cQcSDLTxN6DVOBf7A0Tmh40vs4Az_5yjIx48UdRaG7Q5tiUI04J2BZ-9kI73tYyjTAiwtqhj4bpIjA5waZnYfs_yhND/s320/blood+draw!.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong>I donated blood today.</strong></div><br /><br /><div>I won't lie, I was very nervous when I walked into the room for my appointment today. When I finished the paperwork and went to sit down in the chair, I almost passed out. Thanks to Red Cross guy Ryan, I calmed down and had a great time with it. We chatted about our life goals and how his wife was a crazy vegetarian. It was a fun experience. I plan on donating every chance I get.</div><div> </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-27646630103479229482010-10-27T19:15:00.001-07:002010-10-27T19:29:07.461-07:00Observe the Inside of a Federal Prison<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">That's</span> right boys and girls! I went to federal prison today! No I did not commit a murder or grand theft auto, I simply sat before a panel of inmates and asked questions for who knows how long. I'm not going to lie, they made prison sound fun. Its not supposed to be fun and games behind those big fences and bricked buildings. Is that where the average <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">American's</span> tax dollars are going each year? For prison inmates to have "happy circle" and play "duck duck goose" all day? It happens.<br />That gives me so much more confidence about where my money is going when I pay taxes.<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Haa</span> NOT!<br /><br />I'm dreading the idea of returning to a normal school <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">schedule</span>. I've missed four days from school in the last week and I am sure my teachers are less than thrilled. Trust me, if I had a choice, I would skip the rest of high school and go straight on to college. My friends that graduated last year constantly tell me that senior year is the highlight of all schooling. So far, I am not loving it.<br /><br />There was something on my mind that I was going to write about in this paragraph, but it has left my mind. I believe it was something of importance, but I can't remember for the life of me.<br /><br />Have you ever had one of those days where everything you see or do reminds you of a particular memory? Today I was coming home from my long trip and my mind began a montage of memories dealing with a certain friend. It was nice to relive the best moments of my friendship with that person and it made me want to better our relationship. I can't help but smile every time I think of the places we've been or the things we've seen. I think of all the times we met up for ice-skating or a movie we both wanted to see for the longest time. Remembering these moments reminds me of what great people I have in my life.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-53655708066211723522010-10-25T09:50:00.000-07:002010-10-25T10:02:10.217-07:00Pause for a Music MomentSt. Augustine - Band of Horses<br />Story of a Boy - Between the Trees<br />Hello, I'm Delaware - City and Colour<br />You and Me - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lifehouse</span><br />Hazy - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rosi</span> Golan feat. William <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Fitzsimmons</span><br /><br />I've had so much on my mind these past few days. Time seems to be flying by at a million miles an hour. I hate it.<br /><br />Imagine this situation for me for just a minute. You have a best friend of sorts, a friend closer than most. One day this friend tells you that you've changed. They say that you put your work before your friends and they hate what you've become. What do you say to that? That one person is so close to you, maybe they are right? This happened to me weeks ago, but its been on my mind ever since.<br />Have I turned into that person?SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-74646460324957464872010-10-18T14:04:00.000-07:002010-10-18T14:26:06.687-07:00Things I do to make a quick buck...<div align="left">So as many of you may have heard, I spent Saturday dancing on a sidewalk for four hours straight.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>Best. Experience. Ever.</strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529496159182431618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFUveL13XZg_W4EysDO2TRrvs3WE4PkWAqPlwjB04Gdh_yKUj5fITkdct0GhYcuU8Dpayfw4QJdUNz5UDGdmPVjI8GzjhpIumW2oCr26IkEcnYIQUraHKYDFpxsjUO9u8mb9eJ_bqUkVSs/s320/Subway.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em>(Me, My Co-Worker Jessie)</em></p><p align="left">If I was paid to dance on the street in that costume every day, I would totally do it. I would love that kind of job. The downside to that whole experience: Under that happy little sandwich costume was a full body spandex suit. That part I did not enjoy. It got very hot very fast.</p><p align="left">So a post or two ago, I mentioned that lemony <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">herbal</span> blah blah drink. Its great watered down, but I decided to put on my big-girl pants and drink it all at once. I mixed it with 64 oz. of water, put together a giant straw, and started drinking as I began this blog. That way, I'm not thinking about the weird taste. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mucho</span> better this way!</p><p align="left">Fall Leadership for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">FBLA</span> is this week! I can't wait to go and learn how to be a proper leader! ;) That trip will be a good one and I promise to post all about it! </p>SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-83490566474713418042010-10-15T11:11:00.000-07:002010-10-15T11:31:47.037-07:00Its Alllllll Natural<div>My dad always says, "If you starve in this house, its your own dang fault!"</div><br /><div>Naturally, I learned to cook at a very young age. I was making Chicken Stir Fry at the age of 10, creating my own cookie <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">recipes</span> at fifteen, and creating all natural breakfast feasts just this morning. When I say all natural I mean fresh egg whites, apples and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tomato</span> picked straight from the garden, and whole wheat organic bagels. One word: Delicious.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528341856142871954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvS3vbIcfXIRSXTGEBX3sOvcxySOOE9Y26KyW4oykaMojk6iYlTrLs5HqgAUbK4WEO_ec36tYfK0TKKxV0rLRIn0be6oQohNGwyr_w9jmCFF1uS8GBKudW-TNkHBCGWXlAUn3be8LTciIn/s320/357370991237_0_0.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p>Next on my list of things i want to make: Carmel Apple Cupcakes.</p><p>Have a wonderful day, Readers! You are the best. :)</p>SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-67659049792946456652010-10-14T14:08:00.000-07:002010-10-14T14:24:53.458-07:00Watery Lemon Herbal Mineral Water.<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">"you are my brightest star and i'm lost without your love."</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">who do i love? Between the Trees. new favorite band? absolutely.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">my dad and i are trying this new herbal mineral drink. lets just say, healthy in a bottle is nasty. if i were to drink this stuff full strength, i might just pass out. i like to water it down. a lot. my mix of choice: one part lemon mix, five parts water. it is much more bearable that way. does anyone know how many ounces are in a gallon? somehow i've managed to drink 92 oz. of this watery lemon herbal mineral stuff today.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">1 gallon = 128 fluid ounces.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">36 oz. to go...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">i feel like a fish. :p</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528014684424430690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl1vrcfb8n539SObFCQlCkOsNsSTEXS8zZLGP2-7f80u3gXTC8ozO8nXrC9ZxbCmDgrNTiVttPV7GvGv4ReEM4pH-kCsvLgDBTm5JAJHIUIx3Gp2t43npgVkUnsQZHDwLnrtamkdwuhB2/s320/lemmon.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">a lemon fish to be exact.</p><p align="center">and i like it. </p><p align="center"><strong>we can try - between the trees.</strong><br /></p>SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-71902131422069829952010-10-13T20:58:00.000-07:002010-10-13T21:14:01.362-07:00Experience Paying It Forwardtonight was a long night at work.<br />where i work, we get free subs every time we work a shift. the night crew usually starts mid afternoon and works up until nine or ten, so the free food and breaks are needed. tonight was a different story. i got a call from my co-worker on the way to work and she told me that we aren't allowed to get breaks or free subs for a while ( :/ ). we were not too stoked about this change. the girls and i had a hard night. we had a rush that you would not believe. so what i decided to do is buy the girls dinner. their faces were priceless. "are you sure?" "i feel bad that you are doing this." is all they kept saying.<br />i was sure.<br />and i did it.<br />i bought everyone dinner at work and the mood seemed to lighten immediately. soon after, a couple came in and ordered dinner. i made their subs and as one of the girls was sliding their credit card, it declined. she tried again and it declined once more. "its all we have." the woman said. "don't worry, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i've</span> got it covered." i said with a smile. i think they were in shock. they didn't want to believe what had happened. "have a nice night." i said with a smile and i handed them their food.<br /><br />it feels so great to do something nice for people. i love to see their smiles.<br />pay it forward. the change starts there.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-404232773768312822010-10-13T14:23:00.000-07:002010-10-13T14:40:55.470-07:00Observing A Changei tend to listen to some form of music while i get ready in the mornings. yesterday as i was listening to different things on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">youtube</span>, i stumbled upon a certain song that made me smile.<br /><br /><strong>one at a time - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">travis</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mccoy</span></strong> <br />(yes, this is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">travie</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mccoy</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mr</span>. billionaire <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lol</span>)<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i've</span> always heard that change starts with one person. this song really inspired me. if everyone would go into the world with a goal to change at least one life, the world would be a better place. i am making this my personal goal: i will change a life. i don't know when or how, but if it makes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">someones</span> life better, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">i'm</span> all for it. and trust me, once i do this, i'm going to blog about it.<br /><br />i challenge all of you reading this to do the same. change starts here.<br />lets make history and help those in need. ;)SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-52211861716099920462010-10-12T14:35:00.001-07:002010-10-12T14:43:25.597-07:00Experience Excitementi am stoked about fall break. 5 days of pure bliss arriving shortly. its like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">christmas</span> in the fall time!<br />today i stumbled upon a brilliant creation as i browsed the aisles at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">wal</span>-mart -- MINI <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">BAGELS</span>! they are all the delicious of a regular bagel, but in mini size! i was so excited that i bought some. hellloooo breakfast for the next week!<br /><br />my sweet puppy Kisses loves to sit on my lap and help me with my blogs. i adore her. she always gets in the way though because she licks my hands as i type. :/ i'd add pictures, but they are currently on my other computer...SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-47975391465926659922010-10-11T18:53:00.000-07:002010-10-11T19:25:23.003-07:00Experience Busy Weeks and Writers Blocki just <strong>love </strong>how busy my schedual is now days.<br />its a bit overwhelming sometimes, but i am enjoying every second of it. due to the fact that i have so much on my plate, i can't seem to find any clever expressions or words to describe how great things have been lately.<br /><br />with everything going on, its nice to have a friendly text from my favorite person. i've had some moments this week where i've felt ill or a little sad, and your texts have rocked my world (you know who you are ;] .)<br /><br />thats it for today. maybe i will have more to say at a later time.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-89864043955262922722010-10-08T19:29:00.000-07:002010-10-08T20:15:45.077-07:00Much On My Mind.the only time i ever post more than once a day is if i have too much on my mind.<br /><br /><br /><strong>tonight is one of those nights.</strong><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>situation one:</em><br /><br />a very dear friend of mind sent me a text tonight that brought tears to my eyes. all he said was "you looked very nice today." the reason i got so emotional: he <em>never </em>compliments me like that. ironically, today was my sweat shirt and ponytail day -- the day that i put little to no effort into getting ready.<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>situation two:</em><br /><br />i had a rehearsal with my friend casey tonight. she is playing the piano for me when i sing in church this sunday. we ran through it the first time and in my mind, i sounded awful. as soon as the song ended, she looked at me and said,"wow. you have an amazing voice." it means so much to me when people say things like that. when it comes to self esteem, i have occasional issues.<br /><br /><br /><br />i love my friends. they mean the world to me. whenever i am down, i know i can count on them to bring me back up again.<br /><br />...one particular friend brings out my best. hopefully you are reading. hopefully you know how much you really mean to me.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-84523768182784759122010-10-08T16:27:00.000-07:002010-10-08T16:59:55.784-07:00Experience the First Amendmentwhat. a. week.<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> up to my neck in math homework again, surprise surprise. i find that when i don't understand the material, i tend to procrastinate. a lot. so after my busy busy day tomorrow, i plan on catching up on all of my homework. everyone cross your fingers and hope that i can accomplish that goal of mine.<br /><br />in one of my earlier posts, i talked <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">a lot</span> about prejudice, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">racism</span>, and all of that fun stuff. today in my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">american</span> government class, we were going over the 27 amendments and what each example would classify as. we had the example of "publicly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">criticizing</span> the president of the united states" and had to decide if it would be protected by the first amendment or not. one boy in the class commented rather loudly, "he's such a fag.." you could hear every person in the room gasp. we all stared at miss <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">moulton</span> to see her reaction. you could hear a pin drop because it was so quiet. all of the sudden, she exploded.<br />never before have i seen her get so upset.<br />when she returned to the room after taking the boy to the front office, she sat down in here chair, facing the entire class. the silence seemed to last for minutes. "no one on this earth deserves to be called that name." she said to us all after she had calmed down. i absolutely agree with her. those kind of insults and comments frustrate me. i don't understand why people say things to that extent. sure, you're welcome to express your opinion, but can you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">at least</span> do it in a respectful fashion? ironically, we were discussing freedom of speech. i really don't think he could have gotten in trouble for that. but around my school, miss <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">moulton</span> is queen. her word is law.<br /><br />i am extrememly addicted to Journey this week. songs like 'faithfully' and 'forever young.' in my opinion, those songs will <strong>always</strong> be classic. my other addictions this week include:<br /><br />only exception - paramore<br />need you - travie mccoy<br />sarah - travis<br />be calm - fun<br />bruno mars - just the way you are<br />hey little mama - frazey ford<br /><br />if you get a chance, give them a listen. they are wonderful.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-5587951731841775962010-10-05T21:22:00.000-07:002010-10-05T21:36:35.961-07:00Observing Prejudicetoday in my government class we watched a film on prejudice and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">racism</span> throughout history.<br />it had a big effect on me.<br />seeing photos and different situations in that film gave me a better understanding of what really happened in history. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">racism</span>/prejudice is what led to the holocaust. its what led to the many hate crimes against <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">african</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">americans</span>. against <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">chinese</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">americans</span>. against <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mexican</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">americans</span>. horrible things happened to people of different races.....with legal <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">american</span> citizenship.<br /><br />five minutes after i had walked out of class, i hear a kid yell across the school, "you stupid <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">mexican</span>......" (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">i'm</span> not even finishing this sentence. it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">disgusts</span> me)<br />i don't understand how people can be so cruel. i see people say things like that and it really frustrates me.<br />eight hours later, i am still fuming mad.<br />has the world not learned a lesson from all of the mistakes people have made before us due to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">racism</span>/prejudice? no matter the color of our skin, the religions we believe, or the way we are, <strong></strong><br /><strong>we are all human. </strong><br />nothing will ever change that.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-59404760621481844142010-10-04T10:07:00.000-07:002010-10-04T10:14:31.291-07:00Experience Graphic Arts and College Mathi receive multiple complaints about the yearbook class from my fellow peers. the truth is, i don't know what they are talking about. i love that class! i've learned so many things i never dreamed of learning. one of my friends once said, "All we do is learn, learn, learn. I want to get to the fun stuff!"<div><i>well isn't school supposed to be about learning?</i></div><div>i enjoy the classes i am taking this trimester. i'm not very fond of my college math class, but it is helping me understand different concepts of math that i wouldn't have known otherwise. big test tomorrow. piece-wise functions are not my forte, nor will they ever be.</div><div><br /></div><div>personal goal: 80% or better on tomorrow's test.</div>SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-83985800024892813192010-10-03T18:23:00.000-07:002010-10-03T18:52:16.316-07:00Sunday Afternoons.there's nothing better than spending my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sunday</span> afternoon doing what i love best -- listening to music and painting. they go hand in hand in my mind. in fact, most of my paintings are inspired by the music i listen to.<br /><br />forecast for the week: chance of rain and thunderstorms all week.<br /><strong>i. am. excited.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />so many things have been rolling around in my mind lately. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i've</span> been thinking a lot about college and where i want to go. more importantly, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i've</span> been thinking about how i am going to pay for it all. there are scholarship applications and so many resources everywhere i turn; its a bit overwhelming. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'm</span> excited about where <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">going</span> in life, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> just not excited about the process of getting there. all of my life things have been done for me. now its coming to the point where i won't have my mom to help me fill out an application, or my dad to help me change my battery.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i'm</span> terrified.<br />but isn't everyone else when they get to this point?<br />the idea of what i want to be can change in an instant. but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">i'm</span> going to do something <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">extraordinary</span> with my life, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">that's</span> a fact.<br /><br />so many have asked me what i am going to do about my "love life."<br />frankly, i don't care.<br />i don't need to be dating someone in high school to be happy. i don't need someone else in my life to make things better. i am happy just the way i am. if that special person comes along, then great. if not, i don't mind. but i am not going to change just to improve a social image.<br /><br />good bye, sunday. i'll see you again next week.<br />monday -- i'm coming for you.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-55677866846254430452010-10-03T00:19:00.000-07:002010-10-04T10:14:47.789-07:00Experience Early Mornings.its very late.<br />i realize this now after spending an hour or so talking to a wonderful friend of mine. when i look back on this moment later tonight, i will realize that it was totally worth it.<br /><br />can i just say the new additions to my playlist add to this quite nicely?<br />sky sailing - blue and red<br />one republic - all this time<br />ashes & wine - a fine frenzy<br />bruno mars - just the way you are<br />a perfect combination for such a lovely night. i haven't smiled like this in ages. its nice.<br /><br />october is turning out to be a busy month for me. i've got sadies, FBLA fall leadership, the ACT, a prison trip....and a few other things that i can't seem to remember at the moment. loading my schedual with events and appointments may keep me busy, but i love every second of it. my life is changing and i notice it more and more each day. i believe it's because i've realized the person i want to be and where i'll go.<br /><br /><strong>i love my life.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />confined spaces with too many people stress me out. i sing in the shower. i love little house on the prarie. i stay up way too late and fall asleep in math the next day. i may not be perfect, but i am happy. that is all that matters.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-77789838723942606842010-08-10T02:21:00.000-07:002010-08-10T02:27:07.764-07:00its late.i really don't understand why i am awake at this hour. usually i am up late when i have things on my mind...<br />but tonight, there's not really much to think about.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i've</span> been sitting on my bed for the past few hours contemplating what needs to be done with my life. i arrived at the conclusion that i need a change. and a big one at that.<br />it starts tomorrow. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'll</span> let you know how it goes.<br />until then, happy reading.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990694049432369909.post-48659514716649222092010-07-17T11:00:00.001-07:002010-07-17T11:17:21.279-07:00Music Addiction.<div align="center">chase coy. william fitzsimmons. coldplay. rosi golan.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">I've spent the last few days sitting outside and listening to these four, hoping for some sort of inspiration to write about. Nothing comes to mind. The lyrics tend to get in the way and I feel myself singing along and ignoring my thoughts.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">but there is one particular song that puts my thoughts to lyrics. Jar of Hearts. Yes it is on the playlist at the bottom of this blog.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><em>And who do you think you are</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><em>Running around leaving scars</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><em>Collecting your jar of hearts</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><em>And tearing love apart</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>You’re gonna catch a cold</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>From the ice inside your soul</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><em>So don’t come back for me</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><em>Who do you think you are</em></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span><br />When beautiful lyrics are put to a soft selection of piano, perfection results. The more I listen to it, the more I love it. If you haven't listened to it, give it a chance.SaraBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223087704920562879noreply@blogger.com0