Still no sanctuary

I like that I mostly have the room to myself, but I still feel like I'm not at home in it.

I feel like I want somewhere quiet and peaceful where I can be meditative, and even cry if I need to, but I don't think I have such a place at the moment.

I feel far from home.

Hold that head high, babe.

Today is a good day, I can already feel it, which is awfully funny considering my room is 25 degrees hotter than it is outside and I'm going to 5 classes today (bad karma for missing 2 yesterday).

Nevertheless, today is beautiful.
The weather outside is splendid--warm and breezy without being too hot.
3 out of 5 classes are out of the way.
I'm going to a tae kwondo class today, or else I'll end up failing tae kwondo--and that would just suck.

I had a very nice not-a-nap on my bed before religion class.
She mentioned Episcopalians in religion class today. . .
unfortunately is was followed by "another possible schism."

• Side note to my fellow Episcopalians out there: anyone else think it's funny that our leaders are called "primates?" (I totally think it's hilarious!)

Umm. Oh, saw a bunch of people on the street that I knew and don't particularly like today. Well, it's not even that as much as they don't like me. I shudder to think about the thoughts they think as they walk past me. However, as I said, this is a GOOD DAY, therefore, I jammed to "Renegade" by the Styx (again, my brother and his fantastic music collection), held my head high, smiled, and strutted past them all, because I know that my day is great, as is my life.

Today is such a good day!

I have letters and thank you notes that I've been procrastinating something fierce. I ought to get on that. But then you know what I'm gonna do? Enjoy life a little bit more. = ) I feel sooo fine today!
One of those days where I love being a woman, just because. And I didn't even have to get as dressed up to feel this way either.
I'm in love.
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Edit: So, I thought my make-up tae kwondo class was at 5, but it's at 6. That means I definitely just walked up 90 stairs for NO GOOD REASON!!! booo. I'm am not a fan of this nonsense! However, I'm still having a good day. And, my mommy sent me 2 pairs of flip flops in the mail.
No, she doesn't spoil me, not at aaaaalllllll! = )

Clearly, I'm sporting the hot pink flip flops to tae kwondo. (don't worry, I don't annihilate my opponents wearing them, though I'd be twice as hardcore if I did! )

Still Sarah (always!), still in love, and loving life!

***Lot of hatin', and lots of lovin'!***

• I hate being lonely.
• I hate how all of my close friends (who aren't ex-boyfriends) live miles and miles and hours and hours away.
• I hate how bad I am at self-motivation when it comes to schoolwork/studying.
• I hate how I still don't know what to do with my life.
• I hate how I feel boring.
• I hate how I am boring.
• I hate how I've completely fallen for someone who lives hours and hours away.
• okay, maybe that's only a kind of hate thing. . .
• I hate how my family has to figure out how to deal about the car thing.
• I hate how I sat down to watch a movie on my laptop by myself, realized the movie was about a cable guy with no friends, realized it was too close to home, and turned it off.
• I hate how I feel like an emo kid right now.
• Even my mommy has better things to do than talk to me right now.
• That statement makes me feel even more pathetic than I already am.
• I hate how I have nothing better to do than sit here making a hate list.

I need a love list too.

• I love how my internet has magically picked up spell-check!
• I love being in love.
• I love loving people.
• I love dates.
• I love kisses.
• I love teasing.
• I love new adventures.
• I love intelligent conversations.
• I love shared secrets.
• I love innuendos and double entendres.
• I love late-night phone calls.
• I love fabulous massages.
• I love peace hugs.
• I love Starbursts.
• I love letters.
  
• I love sitting in romantic, secluded spots with someone special.
• I love having arms around me.
• I love cuddling.
  
• I love my friends.
• I love my family. A lot.
• I love God.
  
• I love going to Eucharist.
• I love how just hearing my religion professor say the word "Eucharist" today made me smile.
• And, finally, I love how everything is okay, even if I'm lonely, and I love that my love list is longer than the hate list.

Satisfied Sarah.

A fiiiine lunch date. Yes, a real date, at last!

Today was the most beautiful day I've had in a very long time. I'm not sure what that means, at this moment, but I know that I learned a lot, taught a lot, and had a lot of fun.

And got one damn good massage, too! Immobilizing, numbing, and healing. Oh, it was one of my favorite parts of the day.

God is still [and always] good.
And I love my family more than anyone can ever understand.

A perfect sarah.

Of Mice & Men

John Steinbeck wrote a wretched novel--wretched because of the ending, and wretched because of the way I cried after I finished it. Alas, after today, the only phrase that comes to my mind is from the opening of that damn book. "The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry."

I had well-sculpted plans for today. I was up at 6:42 and ate Hamburger Helper for breakfast--yes, it's certainly the strangest thing I've ever had for breakfast. Especially considering that there were waffles in the fridge as well. So, Anyway, I eat this nonsense, hoping to finish before my mom or dad walks in--not because I'll be in trouble, but because I know that it is so incredibly bizarre that I'm eating that for breakfast! So, dad catches me, and of course tells mom, and they both kind of make fun of me for a while. It's all good still. I showed mom my sweet pictures of ducks & crazies in Morgantown, and we talked for a bit. Then we decided to go to Wally-World. I drove, and it was no big deal, except we were there forever. So, we eventually get home, and I hurry up, hop into the shower, get dressed in something rather attractive (wink wink = P), do my hair, even put in earrings! I finally am ready to head out the door.
I can get the stupid ipod thingy in the "The Beast/The Exploder/The Explorer," then Chuckie helped me.

I got in the car. I drove less than 1/4 mile. My Propel bottle fell to the floor, and it made a loud noise, so I glanced down, for just a mere second, and I looked up again, after feeling a huge bump, and then I noticed I was staring at serious foliage! Everywhere I looked, green vines surrounded me! Oh shit! And I slammed on the brakes. Eventually, I climbed out of the car, getting scratched a lot, and I walk to the back to discover that there is a HUGE LOG behind my car!!!! No wonder I couldn't back up!

In the end everything worked out.

It was scary, but it's ok.

I'm very glad I'm alive and no one and nothing got hurt.
God is very good to me.
Sarah

Damn that log.

Today Sarah flew, for the 2nd time in her life, first time flying without knowledge of doing so.

Today Sarah screwed up big time, but got off lucky, very lucky.

Today Sarah flew over the biggest log she's ever seen, lived to tell about it, and her car might have too, but we're not sure.

Sarah is okay, and she's really glad.
It could have been soooo much worse.
Although it totally screwed up plans for today, but that's okay. We'll work something out.

More pictures b/c they make me happy!

This is my favorite I think.
It's the crazy sea captain.
I like him.
I think that's his bike too.


1--I totally walked past this building one WITHOUT NOTICING IT! Woah. 2--Ten points if you find what does not belong! 3--1000 points if you can tell me why it's orange!


Okay, this crazy nut is totally worth a story, but I'll tell it at the bottom of the next picture.


Oh, the resolution is sooo bad! It's a shame. Okay, so this guy is like an older, chubbier version of Steve Erkel. He is apparently impaired in at least a few ways. He tapped me on the shoulder and scared the crap out of me. Anyway, so I saw this dude again, and while I was trying to get his picture, HE SAW ME! Then he did this crazy skilled pantomine of taking a picture and yelled at me, but I was scared and ran away from him.
This is a much less dramatic version of the story, but you get the idea.

Sarah