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Ah, Saturday, that magical time when I get to write a blog every week. Oh wait, it’s Sunday. Yes friends, I have done it. I have officially missed my personal deadline by a day. Ha! As if this is the first time…

You know though, this makes me wonder about something. Where exactly did the word ‘deadline’ come from? Was there really some sort of line, a due date of some sort that, if you didn’t meet it, you would die? And if this is true then maybe it’s not germ theory that has extended our lifespan; it may be because our employers can’t hunt us down and kill us for missing our deadlines anymore. Now, they can fire us, or, in some companies, terminate, both of which sound particularly scary, but at least now we have all the chances of a free-range bunny.

This makes me wonder though. If we all had deadlines that really meant what they said, would we, perhaps, be a more motivated people? It seems laziness and a lack of commitment have weeded their way into our society, probably because of this shortage of proper motivation. I mean, if you lose your job at Mc D’s some other place will hire you just to spite the competitor, right? Yeah, it’s likely. Like Pepsi and Coke. Watch ‘em fight to hire you.

Maybe I’ve only just noticed this whole thing or maybe I always have, but I mention it now because I have found it sneaking into my own life. How many of you have to write out a list of responsibilities, partition them off into days or hours (depends on what you working with), then force yourself ruggedly to stick to this sadistic schedule? I do. If I don’t, my lunches for work aren’t made, my homework isn’t done, my library books are beyond overdue (even though  they have been rotting on my shelf this whole time), letters aren’t written, blog deadlines are missed, and my whole world throws itself into utter chaos. Yippee. Beyond that, Myspace and e-mail go unchecked, the mess in my room runs rampant, and several poor characters in numerous stories I’ve started (but haven’t finished) sit there wherever they may be waiting for me to pick up the thread. For them, this could mean anything, from waiting for an impending execution to being eternally stuck writing a letter home. Or, in one sad case, laughing forever. It depends.

At any rate, my procrastination has gotten completely out of hand. It ran away and didn’t come back. If those last two sentences didn’t make sense, take some English classes. If they did and you didn’t laugh, well good for you! If they made sense and you did laugh, I must punish you for being such a dork (ow…).

Okay, cross your fingers, here it comes… RANDOMNESS!!!!

The empty cup sitting on the computer desk in front of me just made a strange scampering noise… and I’m starting to wonder what happened to the giant spider that used to be in the lizard cage… I’ll keep ya posted…

At any rate, time for blooper of the week!

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Okay, though I continue to have phone ‘issues’ at work, that’s not gonna be my feature. Neither is my apparent fascination with running into walls, a little hobby of mine recently. I think my magnetic focus is off or something. I keep heading south when I meant north…

But at any rate, unfortunately, I can’t think of a blooper because I don’t have one right now. This is exactly the reason why you people need to start sending me stories. So ha.

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Well, my report this week will definitely be shorter than last week’s. Two days off school was sweet, except that it completely threw me off, lol. I had two days off work (aside from Sunday), which weirded me out even more. And now there’s a stinkbug crawling on my window. Greaaaat……. That’s just what I need.

Nah, this week was sweet. Never have I felt more unproductive though. I almost completely forgot about this blog =P that would’ve sucked for me…

Well, my highlights have been the four-day weekend, an AMAZING concert Wednesday, and the fact that I’ve stayed up ‘til two ‘o clock four days in a row now. I know most of you stay up that late or later most of the time, but bear with me; I’m a geek who goes to bed by twelve usually.

Okay, so nothing extremely eventful happened during the weekend except I had a friend over and we pigged out on candy and watched ‘Transformers’. I swear, Transformers is amazing too! Not as amazing as concert, but I’ll get to that. It was sweet though. Never have I been more thankful that we traded our thirteen-inch TV for a 27” lol! And I dunno if I’m the only one, but I love the robot noises (Sarah <3 robots too though). The ending battle scene is chaotic; there’s shining bits of metal flying everywhere so you hardly know who’s who anymore. I swear, the robots look like they are just collected chunks of metal sometimes…

My favorite part is when they transform though cause they like, just kinda fly apart and are like “BWAUGH!!!!!!!!” or whatever noise that is ^^ then there’s a ginormous robot. I wish I could do that…

Okay, now concert was amazing. I don’t care how many of you emo kids think I’m too preppy to be hardcore, YOU ARE WRONG!!!! I prolly suck at being hardcore, I dunno, I haven’t asked, but I certainly like it. It really just feels natural eventually and…. Man it just kinda sweeps you into a zone…. But yeah, I finally understand hardcore dancing ‘^^

But Underoath was amazing! The bands that played with them were sweet, but Underoath was so great I almost passed out afterward (not even kidding). I really killed my neck, and screwed myself over at work, but there is nothing more worth it. There’s nothing like being down on the floor, with music pounding as close to you as a heartbeat, and just letting yourself react along with hundreds around you. I don’t even see why people needed to drink there, the music’s more intoxicating. But yeah, it was so amazingly cool.

Okay, and why have I stayed up until 2 for the last little while? I dunno. It’s not insomnia, I just… I dunno… I think I am just on the computer or watching TV and I lose track of time… lol! At any rate, I’m stopping that cause if I keep it up I’m screwed =P

Now, on a more serious note, there’s some stuff I’ve been thinking about a lot. First of all, in my group of friends, I stand out like nothing else, as my sister so kindly pointed out the night of the concert. And really, the more I think about it, the more I realize I’m never going to fit in unless I give up on my faith, which isn’t happening. I dunno, it’s kind of a weird thing.

To explain, I am a Christian, a confession for which I’ve been spit on before. Ask anyone, I’m not shove-it-in-your-face because that’s retarded. But… I try to be faithful. I can’t say as I always do the best job because I tend to get caught up in my life and screw myself over big time. Eventually I came to a point where I couldn’t believe that I was actually being forgiven for all the crap I was doing and I couldn’t forgive myself. But eventually I found out that no matter what I was always going to be forgiven if I asked for it, even if I had done stuff knowing I shouldn’t have. I did do that too, I was thinking, ‘here I am, trying to be closer to God and if I do this, I’m screwing up. I’m doing it anyway.’ I swear that’s how my thinking went.

But God still forgave me. I’m still in the midst of some… harsh things and I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I was given a realization.

I still stand out. I stand out terribly. Some people hate me for it. Some like me, grow closer to me, because of it. I screw up, I’m a person, but the fact that I stand out means I’m still fighting.

Christians have a bad lot to be sure. If we are really following like we should, it can be extremely lonely. There are times when it feels so hopeless and desperate in life that you want nothing more than the rapture. Your friends are all fake; God, who you always returned to for strength, is distant; and happiness seems impossible.

Most people in the world are absolutely set on proving you wrong. They say that everything you have ever built your life on is worthless, nothing, disproved by the work of men. This is usually when we wish the ‘apocalypse’ would happen and we could all go to a place where there is eternal rest and beauty. Never have I felt a more selfish wish in myself.

If only I could fit the image of Christians. I wish I was a goody-two-shoes with no problems, eternal faith, and a church of people as perfect as me. Life would be extremely boring, but at the same time, glee clubs probably aren’t as bad as the despair and desperation I face every day. If I were that ‘Christian’, I wouldn’t feel such selfish things as wishing the whole world would find it’s condemnation just so I would be out of my momentary misery; I wouldn’t fight with my family and friends; I wouldn’t feel like I’m always losing people I care about; I wouldn’t constantly be falling down and having my creator gently pick me back up, just to turn around and spit in his face.

It’s not as bad as all that though. The only reason life is bearable is because of God, no matter how far away he seems. The only reason I make it day by day is because I have a few people I can confide in who encourage me in my walk with God. And happiness is as close as a beautiful day like today, or an extraordinarily clear night where you can see forever into the heavens.

And people? Standing out? Really, what does it matter? I know everyone says that, ‘it doesn’t matter what other people think’ but for that to mean anything, you have to live it. I could say it every day a hundred times and still act one way in a certain group and another in a different group because I don’t want them to think I’m lame or stupid. ‘Two-faced’ I think that’s called. I’ve been that a lot too.

I guess I need to make my point now. Life is hard for everyone, but as a Christian, I have a hope. No matter what happens or who hates me because of it, I never have to let go of that hope. I’m the greatest idiot in the world, but, somehow, God still loves me. There is no one who lies more than I, no one more two faced, but I’m still forgiven. I’m blessed with people who love me despite my huge number of faults, and, somehow, I am faultless before God.

As a Christian, I’m always going to have opposition. It even says so in the Bible. While most think Christianity is about having a perfect life and being perfect, I’m always going to go through trials and persecution. I’m never going to be completely happy with my life because I’ll always be longing for the ‘better’ I know there is. But I’m okay with that. I can trust that God has a plan. How? I don’t know. Somehow my faulty thoughts have come to grips with this whole concept and decision, though understanding is far beyond my comprehension.

But these have been my thoughts over, truthfully, the last six months. And I know, I know, I didn’t keep my promise that this would be a short blog =P Sorry ^^

 But yeah. Now it’s time for my (dun duh dun!)…

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Okay, we actually have two bloopers this week. Both teach us valuable lessons that are applicable in the lives of everyone (after that spiel before I feel like teaching valuable lessons). One lesson is, don’t drink V8 around family members, and the other is don’t hold a carnivorous lizard on your shoulder. Yup, very applicable. Okay, so my first story is about my pee-wee sized little brother, Jake.

We recently acquired a tiny lizard (that should be put on medication because it has the worst case of ADHD ever) and a larger striped desert skink from my cousin Tara. We actually don’t know what the larger lizard is, I just call it a striped desert skink because it’s a striped skink from the desert. Clever huh?

So we have these two lizards now and my little brother can only hold the big one because that lizard doesn’t jump three feet in the air and run faster than a speeding bullet. So he was holding it, he named it Shark Quest (a fav movie of his), and he decided to put ‘Shark Quest’ on his shoulder. Well, when the lizard got too close to his face, he started to pull it off. This didn’t go over very well with the lizard. It moved fast and clamped onto Jake’s nose. And for a second, my little brother had a real live lizard hanging from his nose. 

This certainly caused him to squeal and cry, but caused little real damage. Nevertheless, ever since, Jake had been extremely cautious around ‘Shark Quest’ even though he swears he isn’t scared of him.

So that was one, now the V8.

So I like drinking V8. I haven’t seen the commercials before either. So I walked into the kitchen drinking my little V8 and my dad and sister were there. So I stopped to chat for a sec.

A minute or so into the conversation, my dad randomly hits my forehead and said, “coulda had a V8!”. I just kinda stared at him, then continued drinking my V8, wondering why he had done that. Then my little sister (a complete smart-aleck) walks up and pops me in the forehead, then said, “coulda had a V8!”. I was like, “why are you people hitting me on the head? I don’t get it! What’s the joke?!”. I was so confused. I didn’t understand why they had this strange fascination with hitting me. They just laughed at me. A few days later they explained and I decided my family needs a new hobby.

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So those are my bloopers. I hope they didn’t bore you. I don’t really have any announcements right now, except that Fall Break is coming up ^^ So I guess I’ll let you go. Visit next week to see my few pics of the concert (yay!).

The toilets here at Iowa Western are amazing. Yeah, I know ‘of all the things to talk about…’ well I’ll tell you why I chose this. I had a breathtaking revelation when sitting upon one of these toilets, or ‘toilets from heaven’ whichever you choose. My revelation was that I could be making money from blogging. Duh! Why hadn’t I ever seen it before (I mean the toilet tabloid hanging on the back of the door)?

So now here we are, me typing this portion of the sentence and you reading it just because you can. It’s amazing how many times I could state the obvious in this and get away with it.

But yeah, on a different subject, we’re only just over a month into the school year and most people I know are already sick of school. I’d better leave room for reasonable doubt here though; maybe I just hang with the slackers (sorry Eric…). I hope so. I would hate to be the only geek in school who’s enjoying every minute of it.

Yes, I did just admit to enjoying my classes. There’s something about this optimism that always catches people off guard. When they give me their sideways ‘WTF?’ looks, I tend to shrug it off with the excuse that I was home schooled up to this point. It usually works…

Speaking of optimism, I believe I’ve discovered why the Nebraskans are so dang proud of their beloved Huskers. Though I have only been attending IWCC for a month or so, I find myself nurturing this insatiable urge to randomly scream, “I’VE GOT REIVER FEVER!” in the halls. Usually, I don’t, but only by wrestling myself and pinning my mouth shut. I can tell you, spectators of this rather bizarre scene often disassociate themselves with me immediately afterward.

Well, not to change the subject again, but everyone, it’s Saturday. Yup, I know, exciting isn’t it? It’s amazing how polar opposite kids and adults are on this wonderful day. Kids wake up extra early to watch cartoons; adults wake up mid-afternoon to get ready for Saturday night festivities. Kids eat cereal until it comes out their nose; adults try not to eat so they will look great for their hot date. Ha ha! I just totally had you going! You thought I was going to write some long boring piece on Saturdays! How lame do you think I am? Oh… yeah…

On another note, I hate math. I know this shouldn’t be new, and it probably isn’t, but I’m saying it right now anyway. I dunno, I feel like I’ve been out of my mind ever since I learned that the Underoath concert is this Wednesday. W00T!!!! Makes me happy! And Halloween is almost here too, which is another exciting, amazing, exhilarating event. Nyah, that’s just the sugar buzz.

 At any rate, I have a short list of announcements.

Announcements:

First of all, and if you don’t already know this I pity you, no school Monday or Tuesday!! Yes that’s right NO SCHOOL!!!!! Isn’t it an outrage? I say we all go on strike and show up at our classrooms anyway then just sit around until we would normally be let out. Who’s with me?!

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Alright, alright, I get it, I get it. School haters. Oh well.

My next announcement is actually about Halloween. Look guys, in case you haven’t seen the signs in the cafeteria, you can donate toys and candy and stuff to help kids have a great Halloween this year. It doesn’t take much from each of us to make a huge difference so come on, help someone out. Trust me, it’ll feel better than any party you go to this year

But at any rate, you better get an early start on picking that perfect costume and (for some of you) putting on make-up. I mean, if you want it to look like you’re a witch with a long crooked nose without a mask, you’d better get layering that foundation. But, while most of you will be attending parties, I am still young enough to go trick-or-treating with my friends. All I can say is HA HA SUCKA!! Last year it was so cold my foot went numb… but the candy was totally worth it.

Now it’s time for my….

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Okay, fortunately this blooper didn’t happen at school. It happened at work (which is so much better huh?). Okay, so I work Customer Service at Super Saver half the week (the other half I’m cashiering). Well we have a small video department and, when someone opens a new account with us, we have to call the home phone number to make sure it’s legit, right? So for some reason Jess, a girl I work with, had me do the calling.

The people making the account swore no one would answer the phone because (and I didn’t know this at the time) only their grandma was home and she wouldn’t answer. So I was lulled into a false sense of security. My thinking went something along the lines of, ‘Okay, dial number, let it ring three times… alright one… two…’ “Hello?”

Someone picked up. I stood there for a forever long ten seconds with the phone to my ear. I didn’t say a word; I hadn’t the faintest idea what to do. Then I dropped the phone, covered the mouthpiece and said, “JESSICA! SOMEONE PICKED UP! WHAT DO I DO?!?! WHAT DO I DO???”

She stared at me for a minute and then said, “Well tell them you had to call and confirm a number!” I nodded, got back on the phone and mumbled something of that sort. The lady hung up. Meanwhile, Jess and the two customers were laughing. Jessica was trying to put in their credit card number but she was laughing to hard to do it. I hotly insisted that it was not funny, that I’m terrible on phones, and why the crap had she made me do it in the first place?

Eventually she calmed down and finished with them, while I stomped away to do cans. After the customers left she came over to me, stood in front of me, looked me straight in the eye and said, “WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?” in a perfect imitation of me. Then she burst out laughing. Then ever afterwards, like yesterday, they have randomly poked fun at me for it. Yesterday I did something along the same line and Crystal, my manager, was like, “let me take this one. WHAT DO I DO?” with the motion of me holding the phone and everything (because directly afterward Jessica had told EVERYONE what happened). Then she, Jessica, and Ashley all laughed. I kinda had to laugh too, even while I was protesting that it was not funny and talking on the phone is harder than it looks.

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I found out, when you have round white scars on tan skin, it appears as though you are spotted. I know; random. This is another point where people usually disassociate themselves with me. If you haven’t yet, I’ve gotta give you a high five for being such a great friend, even if I’ve never talked to you before. Just walk up to me in the hall sometime and stare at me for a moment and if I don’t put out my hand for a high-five, just kinda hit the back of my head and tell me to stop spacing out. If I don’t offer my hand for a high five then, I may be dead so you should probably call 911.

Well, that about looks to wrap up this blog. Oh wait, I almost forgot. Okay, so my boss, Chad Thomas, insisted that we post a picture of ourselves. Sucks huh? So here’s mine and if you laugh at it, I will find your class.

Well, this is it. The epic moment. We begin right here and now on a journey that will take us through the semesters. So I’m gonna begin with an introduction.

My name is Sarah, yes, with an ‘H’ (don’t forget that part). I’m one of the stranger freshmen and you have probably seen me at least once in the halls(I get lost a lot). I am taking a math course, English, History, and art. If you really want to know, Art is my favorite, it’s amazing, but English is super sweet too.

So now I believe I have a job to do. Since this is my first blog, i’m testing a bunch of stuff out so if you see anything weird or out of place, that’s me. Anything other than that is prolly my blog.

 Oh man, you have got to love these default pics that microsoft gives you. They rock ^^

 Well, at any rate, here’s my first blog. Thanks for reading and I hope you’ll visit again (or I will find out where you live and make you…) ha ha, did I actually say that? oops….

lol! see yas!!!