Today I was sitting with him and mom texted me telling me to ask him how he slept for the first night in our house, which he has just moved into. Do you know what he told me to tell her?
"On the bed!"
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Day #22 - What makes you different from everyone else.
You know, I wrote a ton of shit out for this and edited my face off, and then I got to the last paragraph and went...oh my God. This is so simple. This is it.
So, here's the tail end of my mindless babbling, which has since been erased:
I’m constantly optimistic. You will rarely, if ever, find me in a bad mood. I put others before myself, but also have concern for me first when I know it’s necessary. I experience a lot of horrible shit, but don’t say much to anyone. I take the horribleness and spin it into golden optimism and experience and I shower those in need with it best I can.
I’m a combination of a lot of things that I just don’t think you’ll find most places. I’m loyal, I’m honest (but not brutally so), I have a way with words, I love complete strangers, I love being a recluse, I prefer a book over a beer (though nothing holds a candle to a glass of wine), I know my enemies, I know my friends, I know that they are interchangeable. I have the ability to cause people to feel as though they’ve known me all their lives when I only met them hours before. That, to me, is one of the best things: to talk to someone, to make people feel comfortable and happy.
People trust and confide in me quickly and that’s just fine. I can say with absolute certainty that in past years I have not told a soul a secret that has been said to me.
Actually, I just thought of a wonderful way to put this.
I’m filled with a lot of darkness. I acquire my own, through my life experiences, but I also acquire other people’s. The thing is, I have an ability to change that into something good, to not let it weigh on me. I take garbage and make it something beautiful and useful.
I guess I’m hell-bent on changing the world, one ray of sunshine at a time.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Day #21- A picture of something that makes you happy.
Genuine laughter and friends. (And a little bit of cleavage, I suppose!)
Day #20- Someone you see yourself marrying/ being with in the future.
The man who named me Keebs. Everything with Tony is just…easy.
We work really well in times of conflict. We generally want the same things in the long run. And things are always fresh.
We’ve been together a little over two years and it doesn’t feel that way, at all. He still does the cute little gestures he did in the first week we dated. Every time I look at him I can see a future. He truly is my best friend.
We work really well in times of conflict. We generally want the same things in the long run. And things are always fresh.
We’ve been together a little over two years and it doesn’t feel that way, at all. He still does the cute little gestures he did in the first week we dated. Every time I look at him I can see a future. He truly is my best friend.
Day #19 - Nicknames you have; why do you have them.
Korny - This goes back to volleyball in high school. It’s part of my last name. My coach and teammates always called me this.
Sarey - This also originated in high school and choice people in my life call me this.
Keebs - Tony bestowed this one upon me. When we first started dating he told me I had incredibly tiny ears, like an elf. Keebs, Keebler - get it?
Papa - This comes out of the fact that Schmidt’s auto-complete on her phone sucks and apparently turns “Sara” into “Papa”.
Chudge - This comes from C Bell, because one night I was eating the oddest combination of cheese and fudge. Most likely, I was drunk.
Sarey - This also originated in high school and choice people in my life call me this.
Keebs - Tony bestowed this one upon me. When we first started dating he told me I had incredibly tiny ears, like an elf. Keebs, Keebler - get it?
Papa - This comes out of the fact that Schmidt’s auto-complete on her phone sucks and apparently turns “Sara” into “Papa”.
Chudge - This comes from C Bell, because one night I was eating the oddest combination of cheese and fudge. Most likely, I was drunk.
Cheese - The best little cousins in the world call me this to this day and I hope it never leaves our lives. I hope when I'm 50 they're still calling me this. It comes from a character from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. And also the fact that I adore cheese.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Day #18 - Plans/dreams/goals you have.
I would like to get married. I would like to have kids. I would like to travel to several different countries. I’d like to learn to speak several different languages. I’d like to write a best-selling novel. I would love to build myself a library in my house. I also want a revolving closet, like Cher’s in Clueless. I want a pair of Manolo Blahniks. I would love to be editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine. I just want to work in the fashion industry in SOME capacity. I’d like to live in New York City, at least for a little bit.
Day #17 - Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why.
I would normally answer Stephen King or Anna Wintour. At this point, I think I’d rather switch places with someone of my age that lives in Italy or Egypt. I would really love to go into a different country with a totally different culture and just see how they live. I feel like I get so caught up in the way I do things that I never stop to think about the fact that the world is not simply here, in America.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
an impact unknown.
This past Friday, I had an article published as part of my correspondent work. It was on the book "Eat Pray Love" and dealt with a local woman, Melissa, who went to Italy because of the book and met a man there, who she dated. It was a romantic story and probably my favorite one to write to date. (If you'd like to read it, here you go.)
Yesterday, I received an e-mail from my editor that she received from someone else. The woman requested it be forwarded to me. Here it is:
Sara,
Do you believe that God works through others to send us a message when we need it the most? Well, I do ..
It happened to me this morning reading your article “Best Selling Book Inspires a Real Life Love Story”.
Tomorrow my daughter leaves for college…I’ve been closet crying :) off and on for weeks. I actually had to take vacation days off this week to get myself prepared not to lose it tomorrow…. This morning I was at my lowest point until I read your article and knew everything would be okay.. I’ll give you the short version of the story… (Please excuse my writing ..)
19 years ago when my daughter was 8 months old she was in critical condition at Children’s Hospital in Philadelphia because her liver failed due to the chemo she was receiving for a tumor they removed under her right arm. They didn’t give us much hope that she would survive.. on the seventh day after eleven in the morning something happened.. She started laughing and moving around...The liver specialist couldn’t believe it..her liver was back to normal..I remember him saying that no medical book can explain what just happened.. By Thursday of that week we were home…and in the mail was a big folder with all home made get well cards from my friend’s daughter's CCD class. Also with the beautiful cards was a note from the CCD teacher Melissa that on the same day my daughter recovered at 11:15 all the children would pray for her recovery….So, there it was..a Miracle… I don’t know if this is the same Melissa as in your article… but seeing her name reminded me that God saved my daughter for a reason…it’s time for me to let her go and find out why….
For her graduation I put together a picture of all those beautiful cards and the letter as a gift to remind her that she is a miracle. I just needed a reminder myself… Thank You!!.
Guess what, blogging world? I checked it out and yes, that Melissa IS the same Melissa that was in my article.
When I first talked to Melissa I was merely checking up at local libraries about the book. It was by chance that I found her and her incredible story. Now I see that maybe it was a chance meeting with a higher purpose.
I am 1,000% sure that I'm in the correct job (even if it's not officially a job, yet). Nothing has made me feel so good as this e-mail. I've always wanted to make a change with my writing.
Well, there it is.
Yesterday, I received an e-mail from my editor that she received from someone else. The woman requested it be forwarded to me. Here it is:
Sara,
Do you believe that God works through others to send us a message when we need it the most? Well, I do ..
It happened to me this morning reading your article “Best Selling Book Inspires a Real Life Love Story”.
Tomorrow my daughter leaves for college…I’ve been closet crying :) off and on for weeks. I actually had to take vacation days off this week to get myself prepared not to lose it tomorrow…. This morning I was at my lowest point until I read your article and knew everything would be okay.. I’ll give you the short version of the story… (Please excuse my writing ..)
19 years ago when my daughter was 8 months old she was in critical condition at Children’s Hospital in Philadelphia because her liver failed due to the chemo she was receiving for a tumor they removed under her right arm. They didn’t give us much hope that she would survive.. on the seventh day after eleven in the morning something happened.. She started laughing and moving around...The liver specialist couldn’t believe it..her liver was back to normal..I remember him saying that no medical book can explain what just happened.. By Thursday of that week we were home…and in the mail was a big folder with all home made get well cards from my friend’s daughter's CCD class. Also with the beautiful cards was a note from the CCD teacher Melissa that on the same day my daughter recovered at 11:15 all the children would pray for her recovery….So, there it was..a Miracle… I don’t know if this is the same Melissa as in your article… but seeing her name reminded me that God saved my daughter for a reason…it’s time for me to let her go and find out why….
For her graduation I put together a picture of all those beautiful cards and the letter as a gift to remind her that she is a miracle. I just needed a reminder myself… Thank You!!.
Guess what, blogging world? I checked it out and yes, that Melissa IS the same Melissa that was in my article.
When I first talked to Melissa I was merely checking up at local libraries about the book. It was by chance that I found her and her incredible story. Now I see that maybe it was a chance meeting with a higher purpose.
I am 1,000% sure that I'm in the correct job (even if it's not officially a job, yet). Nothing has made me feel so good as this e-mail. I've always wanted to make a change with my writing.
Well, there it is.
Day #15 - Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play.
Scott Farcas Takes it on the Chin - Less Than Jake
Nasty Naughty Boy - Christina Augilera
BoysBoysBoys - :Lady Gaga
When You’re Evil - Voltaire
Roxanne - The Police
I’m a Scat Man - Scatman John
I’m the Shit - DJ Class featuring Kanye West
Oklahoma - Dirty Rotten Scoundrels Soundtrack
All Hail Me - Veruca Salt
Moar Ghosts and Stuff - DeadMau5
A pretty little mixture, no?
Nasty Naughty Boy - Christina Augilera
BoysBoysBoys - :Lady Gaga
When You’re Evil - Voltaire
Roxanne - The Police
I’m a Scat Man - Scatman John
I’m the Shit - DJ Class featuring Kanye West
Oklahoma - Dirty Rotten Scoundrels Soundtrack
All Hail Me - Veruca Salt
Moar Ghosts and Stuff - DeadMau5
A pretty little mixture, no?
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Did I know at 11 AM Friday morning that by 11 PM that very day I’d be applying tattoo cream to the latest body art addition of mine?
Nope.
Did my friend Jess know that morning that she’d be sitting with me as a needle dug into my upper ribs, while I held her hand and nearly shouted “MOTHER FUCKER” every two seconds?
Naw.
Friday was the 13th, a superstitious day for some. Not for me; I was born on the 13th. Also, my grandmother was a huge Dolphins fan and had a brother named Dan Marino (also the name of #13, Dolphin quarterback), but he passed away when he was 7. My grandmother’s love for the Miami team spread to me. My parents always say 13 is their lucky number, due to my birthday.
I’m all about 13, my friends. So, when a local tattoo shop was having a Friday the 13th special (number 13, knife, and hockey mask tattoos at a lower price) I said to myself: “Let’s be spontaneous. Let’s do this shit.”
I call Jess at 11:15. She says she’ll come. Great, I say. Now I just need to figure out where to put this on my body.
I consult friends. It’s either the inner ankle of my right foot or the left ribs, since other parts of my body are taken by future tattoo plans.
At about 11:45 I panic. I call Jess back. It’s off; we aren’t going.
At 12:15 I tell myself that I’ll regret this if I don’t do it, so just do it, STOP BEING A BABY AND FORGET THE FACT THAT FEET AND RIBS ARE THE WORST TATTOO PAIN ACCORDING TO, LIKE, EVERYONE ON THE PLANET.
I call Jess back. She leaves me no room for thinking. She’s at the house in ten minutes.
And then there we are. Sitting in the shop, looking at the pre-drawn tats up for sale. I choose dice, a one and a three, to represent the thirteen. Because, baby, I’m Sara and a normal roman numeral that’s got a fancy design just won’t do.
Black and red, upper left rib. It took about a half hour and I may have cut off circulation to Jess’s hand, but it was totally worth it.
I present to you my Sailor Jerry-color-reminiscent, rockabilly-feel, potentially to be turned into a larger sidepiece, new tattoo: (also quite red because this is literally thirty seconds after it was finished)
Nope.
Did my friend Jess know that morning that she’d be sitting with me as a needle dug into my upper ribs, while I held her hand and nearly shouted “MOTHER FUCKER” every two seconds?
Naw.
Friday was the 13th, a superstitious day for some. Not for me; I was born on the 13th. Also, my grandmother was a huge Dolphins fan and had a brother named Dan Marino (also the name of #13, Dolphin quarterback), but he passed away when he was 7. My grandmother’s love for the Miami team spread to me. My parents always say 13 is their lucky number, due to my birthday.
I’m all about 13, my friends. So, when a local tattoo shop was having a Friday the 13th special (number 13, knife, and hockey mask tattoos at a lower price) I said to myself: “Let’s be spontaneous. Let’s do this shit.”
I call Jess at 11:15. She says she’ll come. Great, I say. Now I just need to figure out where to put this on my body.
I consult friends. It’s either the inner ankle of my right foot or the left ribs, since other parts of my body are taken by future tattoo plans.
At about 11:45 I panic. I call Jess back. It’s off; we aren’t going.
At 12:15 I tell myself that I’ll regret this if I don’t do it, so just do it, STOP BEING A BABY AND FORGET THE FACT THAT FEET AND RIBS ARE THE WORST TATTOO PAIN ACCORDING TO, LIKE, EVERYONE ON THE PLANET.
I call Jess back. She leaves me no room for thinking. She’s at the house in ten minutes.
And then there we are. Sitting in the shop, looking at the pre-drawn tats up for sale. I choose dice, a one and a three, to represent the thirteen. Because, baby, I’m Sara and a normal roman numeral that’s got a fancy design just won’t do.
Black and red, upper left rib. It took about a half hour and I may have cut off circulation to Jess’s hand, but it was totally worth it.
I present to you my Sailor Jerry-color-reminiscent, rockabilly-feel, potentially to be turned into a larger sidepiece, new tattoo: (also quite red because this is literally thirty seconds after it was finished)
Day #13 - A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.
I'm going to be honest with you: It takes a lot to hurt me. Like truly, cut me deep. But lately, certain family members have been hurting me simply by their ignorance and immaturity.
So, at the risk of putting this out there publicly and having someone see it (which I'm coming to find, I kind of don't give a shit), here we go, directed really to three people.
You're so "depressed", it's almost pathetic. Stop whining constantly and do something about it, ok? And stop saying that our family isn't helping out in your neck of the woods. People do EVERYTHING for you guys, my father included. I also don't think you're taking a step back and really LOOKING at this situation. Your mom is the one who got here. I understand that '07 was a tough time for her. But it's time for her to stop making excuses and get back on her feet. And it's time for you to stop feeding into/adding onto her complaining, man up, and do something about your life. It's YOUR life, after all; please take control of it.
Where does your money go? Oh, wait - I know. Tattoos and piercings. Don't get me wrong, you're talking to a girl who has plenty of those, but you're also talking to a girl who's responsible and budgets her money. And also doesn't move every couple months. Or start a job and then find some excuse to end it. I don't understand what happened to you. You were one of my favorites. And now...I get sick to my stomach thinking about how you've become. A good deal of it has to do with a certain person's influence. But now you're above that. Please stop begging people for help, all while saying that you don't NEED help or you don't WANT help, when your insinuations reek of seeking money. Money that you aren't even going to use to pay your bills.
Your problem deals with you and him, yes, but I'm starting to see that maybe you're a bigger part of it than I originally thought. He's scum. He always has been. He looked me up and down the first time I ever met him in a way I won't forget. He probably has cheated on you and probably still is. I don't trust him an iota. And you don't help this situation at all. You're up, you're down. Get a grip. Get out of there. You know you need to, you know there's obviously something wrong here. Your hope is futile. And I know there are a lot of assets attached to this, but hey: that's kind of your fault. You should know better than to go and do something like that and back yourself into a corner. I also have a feeling that if this DOES end, you'll be on to the next soon after. STOP DOING THAT. Stop being so needy. You can handle this yourself, I know you can. So, hop to it.
So, at the risk of putting this out there publicly and having someone see it (which I'm coming to find, I kind of don't give a shit), here we go, directed really to three people.
You're so "depressed", it's almost pathetic. Stop whining constantly and do something about it, ok? And stop saying that our family isn't helping out in your neck of the woods. People do EVERYTHING for you guys, my father included. I also don't think you're taking a step back and really LOOKING at this situation. Your mom is the one who got here. I understand that '07 was a tough time for her. But it's time for her to stop making excuses and get back on her feet. And it's time for you to stop feeding into/adding onto her complaining, man up, and do something about your life. It's YOUR life, after all; please take control of it.
Where does your money go? Oh, wait - I know. Tattoos and piercings. Don't get me wrong, you're talking to a girl who has plenty of those, but you're also talking to a girl who's responsible and budgets her money. And also doesn't move every couple months. Or start a job and then find some excuse to end it. I don't understand what happened to you. You were one of my favorites. And now...I get sick to my stomach thinking about how you've become. A good deal of it has to do with a certain person's influence. But now you're above that. Please stop begging people for help, all while saying that you don't NEED help or you don't WANT help, when your insinuations reek of seeking money. Money that you aren't even going to use to pay your bills.
Your problem deals with you and him, yes, but I'm starting to see that maybe you're a bigger part of it than I originally thought. He's scum. He always has been. He looked me up and down the first time I ever met him in a way I won't forget. He probably has cheated on you and probably still is. I don't trust him an iota. And you don't help this situation at all. You're up, you're down. Get a grip. Get out of there. You know you need to, you know there's obviously something wrong here. Your hope is futile. And I know there are a lot of assets attached to this, but hey: that's kind of your fault. You should know better than to go and do something like that and back yourself into a corner. I also have a feeling that if this DOES end, you'll be on to the next soon after. STOP DOING THAT. Stop being so needy. You can handle this yourself, I know you can. So, hop to it.
Day #12 - How you found out about (blogger) and why you made one.
I've been blogging since about junior year of high school. I was always on LiveJournal. I think I actually went through, like, 3 or 4 blogs there.
Then I decided I wanted to go to a new service and try it out, and I saw that my friend Steph was using blogger. So, I set one up. Easy as that. : )
Then I decided I wanted to go to a new service and try it out, and I saw that my friend Steph was using blogger. So, I set one up. Easy as that. : )
playing catchup.
well, these last couple days have been hectic!
i have two days to catch up on of my 30 day quest. they'll be the following two posts, then i'll do sundays post, and then i have to tell you about my friday the 13th - possibly the best one i've ever had.
i have two days to catch up on of my 30 day quest. they'll be the following two posts, then i'll do sundays post, and then i have to tell you about my friday the 13th - possibly the best one i've ever had.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Day #10 - Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad.
Happy:
Little Secret - Passion Pit
Black Velvet - Alannah Myles
Seven - Dave Matthews Band
Oh No - Marina and the Diamonds
Sad:
Faithfully - Glee soundtrack
The Only Exception - Paramore
This Time is the Last Time - Mae
Aqueous Transmission - Incubus
Bored:
Anything from Glee
John Mayer
Dave Matthews
No Doubt
Hyped:
Don't Rain on my Parade - Lea Michele; Glee soundtrack
Anything by Hot Hot Heat
Hate on Me - Jill Scott
Starstrukk - 3Oh!3
My First Kiss - 3Oh!3
Mad:
Do You Call My Name - RA
Freak on a Leash - Korn
Forsaken - David Draiman of Disturbed
We Started this Opra Shit - Repo! The Genetic Opera soundtrack
Little Secret - Passion Pit
Black Velvet - Alannah Myles
Seven - Dave Matthews Band
Oh No - Marina and the Diamonds
Sad:
Faithfully - Glee soundtrack
The Only Exception - Paramore
This Time is the Last Time - Mae
Aqueous Transmission - Incubus
Bored:
Anything from Glee
John Mayer
Dave Matthews
No Doubt
Hyped:
Don't Rain on my Parade - Lea Michele; Glee soundtrack
Anything by Hot Hot Heat
Hate on Me - Jill Scott
Starstrukk - 3Oh!3
My First Kiss - 3Oh!3
Mad:
Do You Call My Name - RA
Freak on a Leash - Korn
Forsaken - David Draiman of Disturbed
We Started this Opra Shit - Repo! The Genetic Opera soundtrack
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Day #9 - Something you’re proud of in the past few days.
Two articles I wrote as part of a job application/freelance works for the Times Leader, a local paper:
Phiten Necklaces
and
Country Story
: )
Phiten Necklaces
and
Country Story
: )
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
quickie.
The goals thing got me thinking. Some stuff I want to do:
Ride a horse
Learn guitar
Learn violin
Have a party at Sugar's Tea Room
Learn French
Learn Japense
Kayak down the Susquehanna
In the nearer future, please.
Ride a horse
Learn guitar
Learn violin
Have a party at Sugar's Tea Room
Learn French
Learn Japense
Kayak down the Susquehanna
In the nearer future, please.
Day #8- Short term goals for this month and why.
- Get this job at the Times Leader that I'm patiently waiting on. Why? Because it's been way too long since I've had an ACTUAL job and I LOVE LOVE LOVE to write and this is the job I've been waiting for.
-Get in shape. Why? Because for about six years now I've been saying I would do this.
-Organize all my books and records; paint my bookshelves. Why? Because my room is a god damn mess.
-Start to learn guitar. Why? Because I've had one since I was 16 and never really played it. Also, my good friend Shannon is moving back to the Dub and is willing to give me lessons.
Notice how a lot of these have to do with my procrastination? Yeaaa.
-Get in shape. Why? Because for about six years now I've been saying I would do this.
-Organize all my books and records; paint my bookshelves. Why? Because my room is a god damn mess.
-Start to learn guitar. Why? Because I've had one since I was 16 and never really played it. Also, my good friend Shannon is moving back to the Dub and is willing to give me lessons.
Notice how a lot of these have to do with my procrastination? Yeaaa.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Day #7 - A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you.
Mr. Johannes Gutenberg,
Thank you for inventing your printing press, thus jump starting the industry I work in today and the many works of literature I consume on a daily basis.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Day #6 - Favorite super hero and why.
Anthony Edward Stark
aka
Tony Stark
aka
This sexy hunk of metal:
I'm not even going to lie to you - this has a lot to do with Robert Downey, Jr.
I have always loved comic books; Marvel, in particular. I've never actually had an absolute favorite. I'd say Spiderman because he was always forefront in my mind. But, in all honesty, Tony Stark is my favorite because of the person he is. And the way RDJ personifies him? Perfection.
I really like Stark because he's a larger-than-life personality. He's cocky, he's witty, he's a womanizer. He's kinda sexy. But, after a life changing kidnapping, he turns himself around and really betters himself as a person. Without losing his wit and womanizing skills, mind you.
The Iron Man movies are spectacular, too.
So yes, Iron Man it is. The only DC character I like is Wonder Woman, but we'll save that for another time.
aka
Tony Stark
aka
This sexy hunk of metal:
I'm not even going to lie to you - this has a lot to do with Robert Downey, Jr.
I have always loved comic books; Marvel, in particular. I've never actually had an absolute favorite. I'd say Spiderman because he was always forefront in my mind. But, in all honesty, Tony Stark is my favorite because of the person he is. And the way RDJ personifies him? Perfection.
I really like Stark because he's a larger-than-life personality. He's cocky, he's witty, he's a womanizer. He's kinda sexy. But, after a life changing kidnapping, he turns himself around and really betters himself as a person. Without losing his wit and womanizing skills, mind you.
The Iron Man movies are spectacular, too.
So yes, Iron Man it is. The only DC character I like is Wonder Woman, but we'll save that for another time.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Day #5 - A picture of somewhere you’ve been to.
Opry Hotel in Nashville, TN. Yup, this is the INSIDE of the hotel.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Day #4- A habit that you wish you didn’t have.
Is lack of discipline a habit? Because I have boatlods of that.
I'm a very optimistic person. Rarely am I in a bad mood. But, deep down, I have a horrid habit of assuming the worst. Like, constantly thinking about the absolute most horrible thing that can go wrong in a situation.
Mind you, I consider ALL sides of a situation, but it's the worst one that always sticks out in my mind and that I focus on.
I also constantly bite my nails. For no reason. It's not when I'm nervous, sad, happy, yadda yadda. It's because they're there, it doesn't take much to lift my finger to my mouth and it's something for me to do.
Yuck.
I'm a very optimistic person. Rarely am I in a bad mood. But, deep down, I have a horrid habit of assuming the worst. Like, constantly thinking about the absolute most horrible thing that can go wrong in a situation.
Mind you, I consider ALL sides of a situation, but it's the worst one that always sticks out in my mind and that I focus on.
I also constantly bite my nails. For no reason. It's not when I'm nervous, sad, happy, yadda yadda. It's because they're there, it doesn't take much to lift my finger to my mouth and it's something for me to do.
Yuck.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Day #3 - A picture of you and your friends.
This was actually really hard because all of my very good friends aren't in one picture together. But I see that later on I can post another picture of me and friends. So, I present to you part of the valley crew: (I'm missing Jessica and Kev and Ted)
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Day #2 - The meaning behind your Tumblr name.
Well, this obviously isn't a Tumblr, but I took this idea off of my best friend who HAS a Tumblr, so pardon me, Blogger, for mentioning your rival's name.
The title of my blog is "supermassive black hole." This is the title of a song by Muse. While I risk losing a lot of cred for this, I'll also tell you this little tidbit about my title: this song was used in one of the coolest scenes in all of the Twilight movies. During the first movie, this little diddy is in the background during vampire baseball.
I know, to even say that there's a "cool scene" in the Twilight movies is a smite against the movie industry itself. My apologies.
Muse, on the other hand, is an incredible band and one you should check out. I promise you won't regret it. Not like how I view the Twilight movies as hours of my life I'll never get back.
The title of my blog is "supermassive black hole." This is the title of a song by Muse. While I risk losing a lot of cred for this, I'll also tell you this little tidbit about my title: this song was used in one of the coolest scenes in all of the Twilight movies. During the first movie, this little diddy is in the background during vampire baseball.
I know, to even say that there's a "cool scene" in the Twilight movies is a smite against the movie industry itself. My apologies.
Muse, on the other hand, is an incredible band and one you should check out. I promise you won't regret it. Not like how I view the Twilight movies as hours of my life I'll never get back.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Day #1 - A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself
I'm totally stealing this from Steph and doing a 30 day thing. Each day I'll post something different off this list:
Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself
Day 02- The meaning behind your Tumblr name
Day 03- A picture of you and your friends
Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have
Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to
Day 06- Favorite super hero and why
Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you
Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why
Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days
Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad
Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends
Day 12- How you found out about Tumblr and why you made one
Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently
Day 14- A picture of you and your family
Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play
Day 16- Another picture of yourself
Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why
Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have
Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them
Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/ being with in the future
Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else
Day 23- Something you crave for a lot
Day 24- A letter to your parents
Day 25- What I would find in your bag
Day 26- What you think about your friends
Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge
Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?
Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned
Day 30- Who are you
So, here we go!
1. I have a tattoo on my inner bottom lip.
2. I own over 100 records.
3. I played the flute when I was in elementary school.
4. I was prom queen my junior year.
5. I used to collect mini erasers.
6. Shaggy, from the animated Scooby Doo, was my first crush.
7. I own every book Stephen King has ever written.
8. I own a handmade bracelet with the Turkish evil eye amulet on it, which I wear every day. I got it from a waiter that was from Turkey on the cruise we went on.
9. I am deathly afraid of birds.
10. I do not want to wear white on my wedding day.
11. My favorite state I've ever been to is Louisiana, which is funny because I was there when I was 11 so I barely remember it. But I still stand by that notion.
12. When I was younger, I took the cheese off my pizza. But, cheese has always been my favorite food.
13. Sometimes when I walk on the sidewalk I make sure I take the same number of steps in each cement block and I never step on the cracks.
14. I was one of three winners at a headline writing contest during a conference at the New York Times.
15. I could have been an intern at Seventeen magazine, but they called me for an interview two weeks too late.
Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself
Day 02- The meaning behind your Tumblr name
Day 03- A picture of you and your friends
Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have
Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to
Day 06- Favorite super hero and why
Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you
Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why
Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days
Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad
Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends
Day 12- How you found out about Tumblr and why you made one
Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently
Day 14- A picture of you and your family
Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play
Day 16- Another picture of yourself
Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why
Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have
Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them
Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/ being with in the future
Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else
Day 23- Something you crave for a lot
Day 24- A letter to your parents
Day 25- What I would find in your bag
Day 26- What you think about your friends
Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge
Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?
Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned
Day 30- Who are you
So, here we go!
1. I have a tattoo on my inner bottom lip.
2. I own over 100 records.
3. I played the flute when I was in elementary school.
4. I was prom queen my junior year.
5. I used to collect mini erasers.
6. Shaggy, from the animated Scooby Doo, was my first crush.
7. I own every book Stephen King has ever written.
8. I own a handmade bracelet with the Turkish evil eye amulet on it, which I wear every day. I got it from a waiter that was from Turkey on the cruise we went on.
9. I am deathly afraid of birds.
10. I do not want to wear white on my wedding day.
11. My favorite state I've ever been to is Louisiana, which is funny because I was there when I was 11 so I barely remember it. But I still stand by that notion.
12. When I was younger, I took the cheese off my pizza. But, cheese has always been my favorite food.
13. Sometimes when I walk on the sidewalk I make sure I take the same number of steps in each cement block and I never step on the cracks.
14. I was one of three winners at a headline writing contest during a conference at the New York Times.
15. I could have been an intern at Seventeen magazine, but they called me for an interview two weeks too late.
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