The Best Years

Oh hey there.

2010-11-10T10:23:00.000-08:00

Long time no write. I have had my fingers in way too many pies, just like Toca Rivera. Even if I'm not actually busy at any given moment, my brain is occupied to the Nth degree.

I'm moving to New York in the near future. I have been waiting for this my whole life. My career and personal goals have undergone so many changes in recent times. There was a time in the past couple of months that I was convinced I would work for a non-profit in the DC area. I applied for jobs in DC and tried to find a great apartment, all the while stifling my dreams to move to NYC. I decided fairly recently that it was too important to push to the back of my mind. Sometimes you have to be reckless and crazy to achieve your dreams. I certainly have been both. Constant trips back and forth between DC and NYC have resulted in my extreme exhaustion. But the light at the end of the (Lincoln) tunnel is keeping me going. I worked a seven hour promotional gig in Times Square yesterday. I found out about that gig last Saturday. I don't even know how that managed to happen. All I know is that I'm loving every moment of trying to find my spot in the city. Even though I applied for a bajillion office jobs in NYC, actually spending time there reminds me of how much I want to avoid that scene. I don't want to be chained to a desk for forty hours a week, and that was something I let myself forget. It's so much easier to not pursue your dreams because you can never really fail. I need to work in the theatre. I need to pursue acting. I need to live in NYC. It's that simple.

My first few months in NYC are going to be rough, but I am confident that it'll all work out for the best. After all, fate has to play some sort of part, right? If a series of unsuccessful attempts at creating a life for myself in DC led me to this point, maybe everything truly happens for a reason. I'm starting to believe that things work out how they should.

Sometimes It's Necessary to Go a Long Distance Out of the Way in Order to Come Back a Short Distance Correctly.

2010-07-14T10:42:00.000-07:00

I used to hate that quote from "Zoo Story." Actually, that's not true. I was afraid of it. Whenever I would explain my ambitious plan of moving to New York immediately following graduation, people explained that waiting a bit and being practical was probably the best way to go. I would always immediately say something along the lines of "I'm doing it. I have to be in New York." The message that the Albee quote is sending is that not every path has to go directly to where you want to end up. I hated the idea of not doing exactly what I had planned for so long. I knew what I was going to do and I had to do it immediately.

Since then, however, that quote has sort of become my mantra. For financial reasons, I have remained in DC. I've always enjoyed DC, but I never thought that it possessed whatever that thing is that New York has. That thing that causes New York composers and filmmakers to create works solely about their beloved city. Is there a song that goes "DC, DC, a hell of a town!" No. But there is something amazing about DC. It's pretty frequently that I find some new area in DC that I love. I guess I never really gave it a chance until I had to. The reason that the Albee quote rings so true right now is that I haven't gotten to the place I've always dreamed I would be. I'm still living at home and working in DC. But I'm making money and taking acting and singing lessons, things that will serve me well whenever I choose to move to New York. The rational part of my brain tells me time and time again that I should wait until I'm fully ready to move. Wait until I've secured a job or an apartment or a performance opportunity.

I honestly have no clue when the move will happen. And I'm getting depressed now thinking about the reality that it may never happen...or at least not for a while. But because I love New York so much, and because I've always planned on being there, I know it has to happen. Maybe not this year, maybe not next year. Maybe not even by the time I'm 25. But I'll get there some how. I owe it to myself.

Sometimes it's necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly.

Insert Witty Title Here

2010-02-22T18:51:00.001-08:00

This is going to be a fairly angst-ridden blog post, so please be prepared.

Senior year of college is such a confusing time. There are so many paths one can take. There's the dilemma of whether or not having a good time outweighs the importance of getting all your work done in a timely fashion. Half of me wants to go crazy and have the most fun ever, and the other half of me wants to buckle down and be serious. I guess that's what makes this year such a critical year. Most of college is fairly aimless and low stakes. For me, anyway. Yes, I know, I'm a theatre major. But that doesn't mean I haven't been given my fair share of work. Thus far, my college career has felt like something I've floated through. I haven't had major responsibilities because my parents are still supporting me. I've had assignments or tasks that I've had to get done, but I've some how made it this far without really giving my all. And that goes for essentially every arena of my life. I've never given 100% to my school work, and I've never given 100% to my personal life. I've turned down countless social opportunities (okay, maybe I'm exaggerating) due to my constant exhaustion and low motivation level. Most college students go out multiple times a week - how they afford it, I'll never know. This year, for me anyway, has also been confusing in terms of what I want. Do I want to be single or attached? Carefree or committed? I view things as very black and white. Another question: am I ready for ANY of this? For my future? For another person to enter my life? Holy crap, this is confusing.

This year is such a turning point because I feel like it's somewhere in between adolescence and adulthood. While in college, it's all about meeting people and downing cheap beer after cheap beer. If only life continued like that forever. This year was the first time I've ever really thought about what's next. Now it's all I think about. I'm not a fan of this new interest in my future. It scares the bejebus (I googled that spelling...I have no clue if it's correct : / ) out of me. To top it all off, I've never been very good at transitions. I act like I'm still on the last step but feel like I want to move on. Or I act like I've matured and am ready for adulthood but secretly just want to be reckless. I'm never very constant in what I want, think or do.

What's going on with my brain?? Senior year is the pits.

The Future is Uncertain.

2010-01-18T19:44:00.000-08:00

Oh hey! I haven't seen you in a while. I'm much more focused on my food blog (excluding these past few weeks...winter break is not the time for productivity), but this is the place for all non-food things.

The future is freaking me out to no end. My ultimate goal is moving to New York, but that's 100% contingent on whether or not I'm able to get a job. I'm not even sure what kind of job I want! The ideal situation for me would be a ridiculously affordable apartment downtown, a job with work that would not leave the office and acting classes at some fabulous studio at night. I don't think I'm crazy for thinking this is a possibility. If I'm able to secure a job that pays somewhere in the $30,000/year vicinity, that gives me $2500/month. If the apartment is somewhere between $700 and $1000/month, that gives me lots of extra money for utilities and other necessities. I have no doubt in my mind that I will have a very tight money situation regardless of the great deals I find, but the idea of actually living in the city of my dreams keeps me going. Because it's becoming a buyers' market (due that whole recession thing), I am fairly confident that I'll find an apartment. The main issue is finding an actually job. That's what really frightens me. I'm constantly scouring Craig's List for job and apartment listings and have found things that would definitely work for me, but none of this is applicable until graduation. That is bad news bears. I guess I just gotta have faith.

I love you, New York.

Oh Hey!

2009-11-04T22:33:00.000-08:00

Oh my goodigoodigoodness. I have been totally absent from this blog for over a month.

I have a good reason, though.

Because of a conversation with the Arts editor for my school's newspaper, I have started a blog chronicling my attempts at being domestic (IE, learning to cook). Here it is.

Other than the new activities I have created for myself, I'm not doing too much. I am, however, continuing to feel less stressed than usual. I guess it really is all about mind over matter - or whatever the phrase is.

On another note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROOMMATE!

My Grandmere And Poppy.

2009-10-02T14:14:00.000-07:00

My father's parents are two of the most amazing people I have ever had the privilege of encountering.

My Grandmere is a very petite French woman who refuses to be in public without her very very high heels. She is normally seen with a Sonia Rykiel top and black pants, and of course her very very high, very very French heels. Until very recently, she was always fully made up with emerald green eyeshadow, lipstick and blush (in her words, rouge). Her hair, before she stopped paying as much attention to it, was always a ridiculous shade of dark burgundy. As I've made pretty clear so far, she is very French. Interestingly enough, however, she was born and raised in Marrakech, Morocco. But she'd never let you know it. As far as anyone outside of the family knows, she's from Lyon. It sounds pretty weird, but it's one of the reasons I love my Grandmere. She turns her nose up at anything that is too American or Eastern European (including my Poppy's family's religious customs). She is also extremely loving, and will constantly tell me in Arabic that she would die for me.

My Poppy is very American, comparatively. He hails from Braddock, Pennsylvania, and refers to DC as "Warshington." In his working days, he was a professor of Anthropology at various universities on the East Coast. He has an almost full head of white hair, which is finally thinning after 89 years of life. He is incredibly smart and well-spoken. Sometimes he says things that probably shouldn't be said, but this is mostly due to the whole losing-one's-inhibitions-as-one-ages thing. He is pretty pessimistic by nature, but is in constant praise of me and his other granddaughters.

My Grandmere and Poppy met while Poppy was serving in World War II. Grandmere was a nurse. Poppy walked into her dressing room while she was getting ready for the Red Cross dance they were both attending. Poppy took her back to America, and they got married. Strangely enough, Grandmere didn't know Poppy's real name was Milton until very close to, if not on, their wedding day. Poppy always went by Jack, which was a shortening of his last name, Jacobs. Sixty-odd years later, they're still crazy in love.

My Grandmere and Poppy bicker all the time, especially since he's been in rehabilitation after one too many falls. She doesn't understand how hard it is for him to try to get better. She thinks she can take care of him herself, but it's an impossible task for one person. Even through all the conflict, my Grandmere and Poppy love each other very, very much.

And we love them, too.

Relax - Take It Easy.

2009-09-29T22:14:00.000-07:00

I don't think it's any surprise to any of my readers (reader, really) that I have severe anxiety. My brain likes to grab at anything that even remotely resembles an issue and hang onto it for as long as possible. Even if nothing is actually wrong, my brain will go over the past few hours, days, weeks and find something to be anxious about. I feel anxious before I can even find something to be anxious about. It's like the age old question: Which came first, the anxiety or the conflict?

Recently, I've been feeling slightly more calm (KNOCK ON WOOD). It's exhilarating! Go through my posts and I challenge you to find ONE that states something such as this. This is good news!

It's a little bothersome that it took me so long to feel at peace. However, better late than never.

I've finally come to realize that a) things aren't that serious, b) there's no point in freaking out unless there is an actual reason to, and c) life's too short to worry all the time.

Don't worry, be happy.

SENIIIOOOORRRSSSS.

2009-09-16T20:07:00.000-07:00

Here we go again. Senior year.

While being a senior in college is certainly different from being a senior in high school, I still can't help but take a trip down memory lane.

I feel that same restless feeling that I felt when I was in high school - Basically, "WHY THE FUCK AM I STILL HERE??"

One monumental difference is that the actual end of schooling might be in sight. After senior year of high school, the next step was, without question, college. While high school was over, school itself was not. After college, the future is uncertain. It's equal parts exciting and ridiculously intimidating. I'd like to say I'm going straight to grad school, but as I've come to learn in recent weeks, my ideal after college plans might be slightly too grandiose. Grad school + New York City apartment + pursuing an acting career = breaking the bank. So what's a girl to do?

My number one desire for post college life is living in New York. I hope more than anything that my other wishes and dreams will have a chance to come into fruition, but until then, looking forward to moving to the city of my dreams is enough for me.

Let's just hope senioritis doesn't get the best of me.

Sarah Does Florence, Part 2

2009-08-10T05:41:00.000-07:00

Buon Giorno, ragazzi!

I am currently in an internet cafe on Via Ghibellina, right near my school. This particular internet cafe (the first one I have gone to in Florence) smells like B.O. Non mi piace. After I leave here, I have to take cash out to pay for my accomodations. Unfortunately, European ATMs (Bancomat) seem to hate my card. They protest every time I attempt to take cash out. Non va bene.

This previous weekend was full of activity. On Friday, the big excursion was going to a night club near the Firenze Santa Maria Novella train station. It was extremely not fun. They claimed the first drink was free but they did not inform us that there was a cover charge. So I ended up paying £23 for two drinks. And it took forever getting there. And then we got separated and one of my roommates was forced to take a taxi alone while the other ended up passing out in the bathroom and spending the night at the house of one of the bouncers. Strano.

On Saturday, some of my roommates and I went to Siena, which was bellissima. Lots of fabulous shops and cobble stone streets. On Sunday, we went to Cinque Terre. TOO MUCH WALKING. But ridiculously beautiful.

I am sad that my time here will be so short.

To be continued...

Sarah Does Florence, Part 1

2009-08-06T08:55:00.000-07:00

I'm in Italy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is so amazing here. Molto bellissimo. Mi piace molto.

I take four hours of Italian a day, which hurts my brain. But I am learning it "piano a piano" (slowly). The architecture is incredible. Almost every night I've been here (three so far) I have made a point of walking into "il centro" and trying out the local Italian fare (well, drinks).

I'm using the computer of mia amica rusa, so I can't write much. I will be back soon with more updates!

To be continued...

When In Rome...

2009-07-28T10:04:00.000-07:00

Well, Florence, really. But I think this title is appropriate enough.

On Saturday, I will fly into Pisa, Italy. I will take a forty five minute taxi/bus/car service to Florence, where I will spend the next three weeks learning the Italian language. I haven't really felt excited until now, when it's only a few days away. I guess it just hadn't sunk in. But now, oh man, I am excited beyond words.

What I most look forward to is walking through the streets and passing by incredible architecture and local dives that serve Napolitan pizza and Peronis. I've always imagined that Italy and I will click really well. Italy's probably my future husband.

If any of my loyal readers (Hi, Becky!) would like to follow my Italian journey, stay tuned for the multi-segment saga I have tentatively named Sarah Does Florence (see what I did there?).

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight.

2009-06-23T10:42:00.000-07:00

Washington, DC.

It had never really been a place that I have had any particular connection to other than its proximity to where I live. Now that I am in my second summer of interning in our nation's capital, I think I'm starting to really love it. I think a lot of this has to do with being twenty one. I have started to appreciate restaurants in a way that I never have before.

When I was younger, the only items I would ever order at a restaurant were hot dogs or macaroni. And if you ask any of my friends, they will tell you that I'm known to have a pretty bland taste in food. I don't know what changed - maybe I just matured and am no longer a princess who wants everything to be exactly what she wants (okay, maybe I'm still kind of like that). All I know is that I LOVE going to new restaurants and trying new combinations of tastes and fruity, fun cocktails. And although I'm 100% confident I am moving to Manhattan in the next couple of years, the wait won't be as bad as I thought it would be.

DC has some of the best new restaurants. Unfortunately, a lot of this is due to gentrification. However, going out to DC is my favorite thing to do right now. Whether I'm going out for froyo, a burger, cocktail, or bucket of tots, I pretty much always have a good time. Let's not forget about Downtown Silver Spring. DTSS is like DC's younger, slightly less attractive sister. You can find me there several days a week.

Restaurants/Bars That I Love In The DC Metropolitan Area (In no particular order)

1. Tonic at Quigley's Pharmacy (Foggy Bottom) - this old pharmacy turned restaurant serves amazing burgers, pizza, cocktails, and most importantly, tots.
2. Sticky Rice (Northeast) - this new fusion-y restaurant brings the yuppies into Northeast. They make up for it with their own take on tots (variation on sauce) and fabulous sushi options, like ones that include goat cheese (yum).
3. Ceviche (Silver Spring) - delicious empanada trios, jumbo garlic shrimp, and REALLY good cocktails.
4. Austin Grill (Silver Spring) - can you really go wrong with Tex-Mex and Texas-style margaritas for $11? Hint: the answer is NO.
5. McGinty's (Silver Spring) - though not nearly as funky in its aesthetics as the rest, this is the place to go if you want sweet potato fries (and honestly...who wouldn't?), good times, or a Blue Motorcycle. Caution: Blue Motorcycles are lethal.
6. Jaleo (Bethesda, Gallery Place) - tapas. 'Nuff said.
7. Franklin's (Hyattsville) - another funky one with good food. Also, they brew their own beer!

Point is, these places, and DC's inherent awesomeness, make DC a place that I will surely miss when I move to New York. So let's go grab some yummy food, drink and be merry!

Money Makes The World Go Around.

2009-06-15T10:37:00.000-07:00

Long time no blog. I've been pretty busy since the end of school. First came exams, which weren't too bad. I had around two weeks of absolutely no obligation, then began WORK. I have come to enjoy coming to work (excluding waking up at 7:30 am, mind you). I like helping union members who call in with problems - makes me feel important. :-)

In the beginning of August, I am flying into Italy for a three week language course. I have this expectation that me and Italy will click. I got this from reading Eat, Pray, Love, of course.

Gotta get back to work!

When I Grow Up.

2009-04-29T16:10:00.000-07:00

I wish I could know for sure that I will be financially secure when I'm older. As much as I'd love to believe that I will be able to make a living just acting, this is probably not likely. Such is life. The more enjoyable a job is, the less it will pay. BAH.

The most immediate dilemma with my future is what to do after I graduate. The options that I've come up with are either doing some sort of acting conservatory or graduate program, or get my Master's in something that will actually get me money. OR I could possibly do a Master's degree in something other than theatre AND take classes at an acting studio. That probably makes the most sense. Le sigh.

There are several careers that I will accept as my fallback. I'm using the term fallback loosely - I am almost 100% sure that I will pursue one of these careers regardless of what happens with acting. I hope so, at least. I must stay motivated!

The only legitimate careers I can see myself having are either something in the psychology world or in publishing. For some reason I love reading, writing, editing, etc. Methinks this is because I have such a hard time formulating coherent sentences when I am speaking. I tend to shift direction when I'm speaking halfway through a sentence - this is no bueno. When writing, I can make sure what I'm trying to say is somewhat coherent. But I digress.

Please oh please oh please let me make some money in the future. That'd be fab.

One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor.

2009-04-23T09:42:00.000-07:00

This week has been full of good idea bears! I have gone to the gym every day this week thus far - I even went twice yesterday! Now this may not be a big deal for the exercise savvy, but for me, it's monumental. The times - they are a changin'.

More importantly - this weekend is the fabulous drunken day that is known as Tigerfest. Because Towson is a huge party school, this is the event Towson students most look forward to. Like on Homecoming, the assumption is that most students will wake up earlier than usual simply to start getting drunk, and will maintain that intoxication for the whole day, and maybe even the whole weekend. Thus, Tigerfest is basically a whole bunch of drunk (mostly underage) people on a field. Towson is trying to cut down on the amount of irresponsible drinking, and, if I'm correct, is limiting the Beer Garden to two beers per person. That is bad idea bears. This just means people will get drunk ahead of time, and cause even more of a ruckus. This is going to be fabulous!

Oh the debauchery that will ensue.

Look At Me, I'm Sandra Dee.

2009-04-17T23:10:00.000-07:00

Yesterday and today have been good in terms of honing my domesticity. Last night I baked a cake (not from scratch, but isn't that still being domestic?), and today I bought groceries and most miraculously, cleaned my room! My floor is spotless, minus the odd bobby pin or penny. Despite the random bobby pins and pennies, my room is ridiculously better off than it was this morning.

Before my roommate and I went to the grocery store, I began to move things around in my room. This was brought on by my father's delivery of a Pilates chair that I didn't know I was receiving. 'Twas a fabulous surprise. Anyhoo, I tried moving things around to make room for the chair. At the peak of my unsuccessful reorganization, there were three items of furniture along the second longest wall in my room, making my tiny room look even smaller. This, clearly, was not going to do. The roommate told me to relax and deal with it when we returned. I took her advice, and came back with A VENGEANCE (yes, that's not a proper usage, and yes, I had to look up the correct spelling), resulting in a slightly reorganized, much cleaner room.

All in all, today was a good day. I even left out some goodies! Here is an official recap - I was surprised with a Pilates chair, ate Chipotle, got the new Kelly Clarkson CD for free from some radio station that had a spinny wheel in front of Boston Market (they made me win on purpose!), got groceries, cleaned my room, and typed this blog. Actually, I also started writing another stupidlamedorky chick-lit novel. I know, I'm a tool.

Domesticity - I will make you proud!

Let's Get Physical.

2009-04-16T11:03:00.000-07:00

Today marks the one month anniversary of my surgery. Which means I can go back to my usual exercise routine! Not to say I am someone who works out all that frequently, but when you are not allowed to do something, it seems all the more desirable. The same goes for certain kinds of foods during Passover, which also happens to end today. Tonight, rather. Pizza is not something I eat every week, but when you are not allowed to eat pizza for a week, it can be tough. We all desire what we can't have. I know that all too well. Le sigh.

ANYWAY, as the date clearly underlines, we are nearing the end of the school year. My last exam is May 18th, which means I have a little over a month left before summer. This is fabulous news. When ever the school year comes to a close, the end can't come soon enough. In the middle of the year, I'm perfectly fine with waiting. When the end is in sight, however, waiting is excruciating. Last year, when I went home during exam week, it was cold. That's depressing. At least stupid April rain seems to be taking a break. Today is sunny and warm, with a cool breeze. Faboo.

I should really pay attention to Anthropology instead of blogging. Alas, this will never happen. :-)

A New World Whispers In The Shadows - Time To Fly, Time To Fly.

2009-04-03T14:09:00.000-07:00

I'm back to reading Eat Pray Love. I always start reading it because I remember how much I enjoyed the Italy part, then I get stuck while reading about her experience in India. Not that it's bad or boring, it's just slightly lackluster in comparison to Italy. Anyway, I FINALLY have reached Indonesia, where she is attempting to find balance in her life. Bali sounds like the most amazing place in the history of the world. Minus Italy, of course. This book is so appealing to me because of her successful abandonment of all that previously ailed her emotionally and mentally. If I could stop worrying and over-analyzing I would be much happier in life. Now I'm on one of those five minute kicks where I decide I'm going to start doing yoga and meditating. I would love to have a higher quality of life. Meaning healthy eating, exercising, and keeping my mind and heart healthy and happy. That would be fab. I think then I would be truly happy.

Extenuating Circumstances.

2009-03-26T22:31:00.000-07:00

Here is the play-by-play of the last week of my horrid, horrid life:
Monday: Arrive in California and head to my mother's office. Then proceed to have a delicious dinner at my second favorite burger joint. While trying to go to sleep, I have an excruciating stomach ache. Off to the emergency room.
Tuesday: Am diagnosed with gall stones. Appointment with surgeon is set for next day.
Wednesday: Appointment with surgeon. Gall bladder removal is necessary sooner rather than later. Opening on Thursday. Must be fate.
Thursday: Go in for surgery. Ouch.
Friday - Monday: Lie on couch and attempt to walk periodically.
Tuesday: Lie on couch, then go get hair cut. Silver lining!
Wednesday: Checkup with surgeon. Everything looks good. I discover I cannot do anything physical for another three weeks or so. I have a movement class. Oh god.
Thursday: Fly home. Late at night, find out I missed exam.

I am screwed.

It's All About Them Words.

2009-03-11T10:32:00.001-07:00

Plinky is entertaining. It gives me writing prompts!

The name Thane
It creates an aching sensation in my chest because of the unpleasing way it sounds in my ears and feels in my mouth.

Words that ends in -y
They seem incomplete. Ending in an -ie seems more finished.

Twenty-one Going On Thirty-five.

2009-03-03T20:56:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I think I am a woman in her thirties trapped in a twenty-one year old's body. This is an interesting idea because I absolutely love being young. Every year when I celebrate my birthday, I feel monumentally older than the year before. This leads me to believe that I want to cherish my younger years. However, I really do feel like a thirty something. It's strange to me.

I am certainly immature in many situations, but I find that I feel a lot older than many of the people around me. Instead of going to frat parties, I'd rather stay at home with a glass of wine and a book or go out to a nice restaurant and order some drinks. What's wrong with me?? I'm an anomale!

I also secretly want to be in a serious relationship - one that's on its way to marriage. Oh my.

I'm too young to be thinking this way.

If I Knew You Were Coming, I'd Have Baked A Cake.

2009-02-27T00:27:00.000-08:00

There's a part of me that is quite domestic. I have not honed this aspect of myself, but I know it's there. I find myself drifting towards cookbooks at Barnes and Noble. I look for foodie blogs. I constantly wish I had more ingredients so I could create something some what interesting. I am quite possibly a culinary genius underneath all my only-makes-bologna-and-cheese-sandwiches exterior.

I would really like to delve into cooking. I have a most likely outdated feeling that I will never get married if I can't cook. The same thing goes for football, but I don't think I'll ever understand any sort of sport. Maybe pretending is all that is necessary?

What is hard is finding out where to start developing my cooking prowess. Should I buy a bunch of ingredients and teach myself how to cook the basics? Or should I find a specific recipe and work from there?

Over Winter Break, some friends and I prepared a dinner complete with my Mommy's famous macaroni casserole, salad, and Martinelli's. It was a wonderful feeling. I felt so grown up! I like feeling grown up. This is why I drink coffee and walk briskly like I have somewhere important to be. Which I usually don't.

STRESSED.

2009-02-23T19:43:00.000-08:00

I feel very stressed about the upcoming weeks.

I am monumentally busy from now until Spring Break. This is going to be difficult to survive. This coming week is all run throughs for Miss Julie, followed by tech. Tomorrow I have four classes, one of which will involve test taking, Directing Scene auditions, then rehearsal, which will go on until God knows when. Main stage auditions are either next week or the one after that. Hopefully the one after that. I am just now attempting to memorize the monologue I have chosen. Shakespeare is a cruel mistress.

My monumental busy-ness (typing business when the intended pronunciation is busy-ness doesn't seem right) has made me relish my days off and weekends, especially these past two which were spent at home. When I'm at home I feel like it's an actual break from school, which means no busy-ness.

What I need is Spring Break. I really really really need Spring Break. Why do I let responsibilities, like memorizing monologues, wait until the last minute??

Spring Break cannot come soon enough.

It's All About Me.

2009-02-06T14:37:00.000-08:00

So there's this note going around on Facebook that requires the author to write twenty five things about his or herself and then tag twenty five people they want to know twenty five things about. I already filled one of these out, but I feel I didn't do a good enough job. So here's round two.

Twenty Five Things About Me (In No Particular Order)

1. My brain is a big old mess of thoughts that other people probably don't think about. Even if they do think these thoughts, they definitely don't verbalize them. Which I do. Or try to, anyway.
2. I have an unhealthy obsession with material possessions, but I don't think I'm a particularly shallow person. I just tend to validate myself based on what I have in some situations.
3. My ultimate goal is to be worth something. I don't mean by doing something like curing Cancer (which I probably don't have the smarts for but if I could, I would), but something more along the lines of being recognized nationally as a talented actress.
4. I really really really enjoy reading books. I normally only read Bestsellers, but I generally flock to humorous memoirs, fictional novels that deal with some interesting theme, or more frequently, ones that deal with women in their twenties or thirties, looking for love while wearing designer clothing.
5. I really enjoy opening unopened things. This includes food items, text messages, presents, and pretty much anything else you can think of.
6. I might be an Insomniac. It quite frequently takes hours for me to fall asleep, even if I'm extremely tired. I just lie in bed and think too much.
7. I have to move to New York in the next couple of years. I won't feel successful until I've made it there. Something about Manhattan makes me feel much more at peace. I love it.
8. I'm really awkward. I'm completely fine around people I'm fairly comfortable with, but put me in a new situation or around people I don't know at all, I can't formulate coherent thoughts or sentences. This is a problem.
9. I love things that are funny. Everyone does, but I rarely find things that I find to be ridiculously funny. When I find something that actually makes me "LOL," I watch it over and over and over again.
10. I really enjoy things that are tailored to me. I love anything with my name on it. I love individual critiques in my acting classes. I think this just stems from me being self-centered.
11. I really go out of my way to not upset other people. If I'm sleeping around other people and need to wake up to an alarm, I'll put it at a very low volume that will only wake me up. I try not to text people before 11:30 am. The list goes on.
12. When I think someone's mad at me, I get a knot in my stomach and can't concentrate on anything else until I know for sure that every thing's okay. This gets in the way of lots of things.
13. I love things that are aesthetically pleasing. I'm obsessed with models, clothing, purses, etc. This kind of ties in with my being materialistic, but it's more just that I love finding beauty in things. So less materialistic things, like art, are also aesthetically pleasing to me.
14. I love Audrey Hepburn. I wish I could be as classy as she was. She has this element of sophistication and elegance that I strive for (in my own way).
15. I'm boy crazy. If I like someone, they're the only ones I like. I'd like to think of my liking certain people as not creepy, but they're pretty much all I can think about.
16. Warm weather makes me so freaking happy. When it's really nice outside, I like to spread my arms out, look up at the sky and spin around. And then shout "I LOVE THE WEATHER!"
17. There are a lot of things I miss about high school. I would love to relive just one day. BUT I would not want to move back in time and go through it all over again.
18. I like to plan my wedding in my spare time. I don't have a fiance, or even someone who could potentially be a fiance. I simply enjoy creating the perfect wedding.
19. I may be weird and loud, but I'm pretty traditional underneath. I have traditional goals set, like getting married, having a family, blah blah blah. As eccentric as I am, I have such vanilla goals. So sometimes I find myself to be kind of an oxy moron.
20. I need to one day own a Chanel purse.
21. I think I have too much in common with women in their thirties. Bridget Jones is my fictional counterpart. Well, besides the whole Colin Firth part. Which I would be more than happy to have as well.
22. The only things other than acting that I could see myself doing are something in the psychology world or book editing.
23. I am so over college.
24. I think I'm an over-achiever underneath all the slacker tendencies.
25. Writing twenty five things about myself is really hard...but it appeals to my narcissism.

Time To Be You're Twenty-One.

2009-02-02T09:31:00.000-08:00

So I have been twenty one for over a week! It feels superb. Since my last post, I found my passport and received my State ID. Unfortunately, Friday's didn't seem to think my ID was real, so the waitress spent a good long time examining it. Methinks I need to go to the MVA again and trade it in for an over twenty one copy.

Only having class on Tuesdays and Thursdays is fabulous. However, rehearsals are hurting my body. Naoko is a powerful beast packed in a small body. I am still sore.

Tonight I have rehearsal from 5-6:25, and then 7:30-10. This should be interesting.

We're Not Twenty-One, But The Sooner We Are, The Sooner The Fun Will Begin.

2009-01-16T19:12:00.000-08:00

I cannot believe this. My life is one SNAFU after another.

My 21st birthday, the most monumental of all birthdays thus far, is in a week. Today I went to the MVA to secure a valid form of ID so that I could order drinks at midnight on my birthday, in New York, etc. I elected to get a State ID card instead of a new permit...bad idea. First of all, I almost couldn't get anything because they rejected my second proof of residence. After my father and I brainstormed, he showed them his driver's license, which they accepted as proof of residence. Keep in mind that I also had my birth certificate and Social Security card (which my mother had over-nighted to me). Their not accepting both of my proofs of residence was ridic. Anyway, I waited an hour and a half to meet with the person who I thought would supply me with my ID. After we went through all the questions, took my picture, etc, she decides to THEN say,
"You know we have to mail it, right?"
"Um...no. No one told me that. How long does it take?"
"7-10 business days."
".....................We can't pick it up somewhere?"
"No. If you're older than 18 we have to mail it."
I then turn around and walk away. My poor dad has to thank her.

I find this RIDICULOUS. So then I realize that I can just go take the permit test tomorrow morning at the MVA and get an ID that way. So I talk to my sister and she says it may not be legal to have both. I then do some google-ing to discover if that's true. Of course it is.

I'm screwed.

Even though expired IDs aren't allowed, I really hope that the restaurants/bars accept it, understanding that it is my birthday and that I have my birth certificate.

SNAFU.

Kiss Me, It's Beginning To Snow.

2008-12-09T10:28:00.000-08:00

There have been several bouts of snow this month, but I have not been outside to witness them :-(. Sad. Snow is magical. The best mornings are the ones where you wake up in your warm cozy bed and see a blanket of snow covering every rooftop and tree. I have a memory of a snowy night where two of my friends and I leaped through the snow, imagining that we were in a British romantic comedy. Le sigh.

One week and six days separate me from the official beginning of Winter break. So close, yet so far. Actual classes end next Monday, and exams end the following Monday.

Oy humbug.

The Dream Life.

2008-12-05T21:48:00.000-08:00

I can't verbalize what I have been feeling these past couple weeks. Months. Whatever. I can't help but think that my "funk" has to do with the fact that I'm here, in dreary old Maryland, instead of New York City.

I feel like even loneliness would be less lonely in a city like New York.

After nearly twenty one years of Maryland, it's time for me to get out.

Oy humbug.

The Chrismukkah Season Is Approaching.

2008-12-05T15:04:00.000-08:00

The one tiny sliver of excitement in my hum drum life is the upcoming Chrismukkah season. My love of this season is beyond receiving presents. I don't think I could say it any better than the e-card I have placed above this text.

The last couple of weeks of Fall semester are always painful. My brain always tends to be on the next step, I.E. being home. I think I'm one of those people who are focused on the destination, and not the journey.

I genuinely believe college should be only two years. The first year is tolerable because everything is new, and the second year is more routine and you're settled in. The third year is just kind of floating around until graduation. It's hard. Senior year, I would imagine, is similar to the first year, in that the excitement of what's to come makes going to school seem okay.

I can't imagine what it would be like if I had to stay at school an extra semester. I think my head would explode.

That said, have a wonderful Chrismukkah season and remember to buy me wonderful presents!

Sarah's 2008 Chrismukkah Wish List (That She Will Likely Receive Nothing From) [In No Particular Order]
1. Coach purse (specifically the overpriced Sabrina satchel in black patent leather)
2. Chanel purse (it's a WISH list, okay?)
3. Fabulous boots (black or brown in color, suede in material, and fabulous in execution)
4. New phone (mine sucks)
5. Digital camera (mine mysteriously stopped working) [not so mysteriously...I think it was tainted by a mixed drink]

I can't think of anything else! I'll come up with something.

Merry winter to all, and to all a good night (of drunken debauchery).

The End Is Near.

2008-12-03T11:37:00.000-08:00

I am currently in class. To be more specific, Theories of Theatre.

I'm over it.

I am not a fan of college and I feel I could be happier elsewhere. However, it is too late in the game to make such a drastic change. It'd be wasting two and a half years of my life, let alone thousands of my parents' dollars.

Exams are in two weeks. Winter break will follow. This is something to look forward to. Being home is nice.

I am in a funk. But it'll get better.

I used to rely on self-medication,
I guess I still do that from time to time.
But I'm getting better at fighting the future,
"Someday you'll be fine..."
Yes, I'll be just fine.

Thank You.

2008-11-24T10:33:00.000-08:00

Thursday is Thanksgiving. I like Thanksgiving for many reasons. Mainly, there's delicious food that I like to fill up on until I pass out. But it's also a day of giving thanks. Hence Thanksgiving! There are many things I'm thankful for;

Things I Am Thankful For (In No Particular Order)
1. Life
2. My parents
3. My sea stars
4. My friends
5. Chipotle
6. Being able to go to college and train as an actor
7. Cupcakes
8. JASON THOMAS MRAZ
9. Max Bemis
10. Chris Carraba

Go out and give thanks!

What's up with M-R-A-Z?

2008-10-19T11:53:00.003-07:00

I'm seeing Jason Mraz tomorrow night. Jason Thomas Mraz. My love. My life. My dream guy.

I am very very excited.

The Futile It Outweighs The Beautiful.

2008-09-29T14:55:00.000-07:00

Shana Tova! Almost, anyway. I am looking forward to some yummy brisket or something of the sort. Mmmm.

I am still on the look out for a job. If people actually read this, they could help me. Alas, they do not.

I shall now compile a list:

Things I Need To Do
1. Start doing my homework
2. Find a new job
3. Prepare for the upcoming auditions
4. Learn to cook better - or at all
5. Start saving the little money I have
6. Go on a health kick
7. Take yoga classes?
8. Purchase water
9. Purchase printer paper
10. Organize my room - and thoughts

That is all for now. TTYL!!!!!111

Live High.

2008-09-26T21:49:00.000-07:00

I have been living in my apartment at school for about a month. I'm quite enjoying it. However, I'm still feeling off. Oh well.

I've been working at a used textbook store. Unfortch, they will no longer need me in a week. I need a new job! Agh.

I just wish I could forget all of my angst (I ain't no teenager) and live more happily and freely. Oh, yes.

Fuck Yeah, We Can Live Like This.

2008-05-23T15:00:00.000-07:00

The title of this post best represents how I want my summers to be. And now it's summer. And thus far, I have not lived in such a way. Hot tubbing is quite enjoyable, but where's the reckless behavior? Okay, it's only been five days.

On Monday, aka Memorial Day, I have an interview with a new frozen yogurt store that's opening up in Dupont Circle. How amazing working there would be. It's DC's equivalent of Pinkberry! AHHH. Hopefully some sort of BBQ will occur after. Then, on Tuesday, I start work where my mother used to work. It may be somewhat lackluster, BUT I will be making money and helping people out. I love making money.

I need it to get warmer and for drunken nights to begin.

Oooh, it's a picture of perfection.
Oooh, and the postcard's gonna read,
Fuck yeah, we can live like this.
We can live like this.

Holiday From Real.

2008-04-15T22:33:00.000-07:00

My brain is filled to the brim with negative thoughts that make me feel nauseous. This is not good. Well, obvi. I need to stop letting other people's stuff make me feel bad about myself. I shall do what Dr. McKenna from "I Can Make You Thin" says and look at myself through the eyes of someone who loves and respects me. Where can I find such a loser? PAH. Just kidding. Kinda.

I have too much work that I've been putting off. I should have memorized my scene and practiced my poem. But, alas, I did not.

I guess I should go to bed.

Dark and Twisty.

2008-02-24T23:24:00.000-08:00

Quoting TV shows is annoying but in this case it's appropriate. Like Meredith Grey, I am dark and twisty inside. I have lots of thoughts...most of which I do not enjoy having on my mind.

I took my nose ring out. It was an upsetting choice to make, but it was probably for the better. It would suck if my nose ring was the death of me because of a silly infection.

I'm stuck. I need to do something to shake up my boring hum drum life. Maybe I should get a job. Yeah.

Spring Break is in a couple of weeks. I enjoy that thought.

So Glad We Made It, Time Will Never Change It.

2008-02-11T23:06:00.000-08:00

Hello, friends. It's been a while.

Last night, I enjoyed the musical stylings of the Spice Girls on their world tour. Twas in Jersey, but I sacrificed cleanliness to be close to godliness. See what I did there? They were amazing. Absolutely amazing. Oh how they've grown. Oh how WE'VE grown! It's trippy.

My brain has too many thoughts. I get sad when I think. Thus, thinking is evil.

I want to transfer to a school in New York...Bad idea? Probably. It's just a dream.

Is it summer break yet?

Everything's Breaking Down Now.

2007-11-29T13:00:00.000-08:00

Oh man. Life is pretty unexciting. Kind of saddening.

At least it's my favorite time of the year, present-wise. First comes Hanukkah, then comes Christmas, then comes my birthday. It's like a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am holiday extravaganza! Thankfully, my birthday is far enough from the other two holidays that they are not all lumped together. The only thing that should be lumped together is crab cake. Mmmm crab cake.

I need to do something different with my appearance. I need to switch it up!

Is it winter break yet?

Arghoo Japan.

2007-11-14T21:03:00.000-08:00

That's my favorite way to describe how I feel about my current situation in life.

I am so very bored.

I am just realizing how much I enjoy the music of the Dixie Chicks. They are tres talented. They also have SUBSTANCE. I miss Britney Spears. What happened to her?

With Hanukkah in three weeks and Christmas in a little over a month, it is now time to create a Chrismukkah list.

What I Want For Chrismukkah 2007

1. Coach purse (preferably signature one with red stripe)
2. Cute winter hat (so I can be like a snow bunny...except less annoying...or more, depending on your position)
3. Assorted jewelry (anchor necklace, dangly earrings, Chanel shizzzz)
4. Argyle socks
5. iPod (even though my father said no more)
6. DVDs (Six Feet Under, Queer As Folk, The OC seasons 3 and 4...)
7. Cashmere beanie
8. Ugg Mocassins (I swear they're not Ugg-like...or Ugg-ly...)
9. J Crew gift card
10. Urban gift card

That is all for now.

Waiting On The World To Change

2007-10-28T22:54:00.000-07:00

This is not a political statement. I am referring to my own world.

Life is chaotic, as usual. Due dates to adhere to, people to entertain, mental health issues to address...

My roommate is playing with Goldfish. I think she's insane.

I miss the good old days. Grades didn't matter...People weren't so sensitive...Alcohol was a dirty word...What has our world come to?

I need something exciting to happen. Yes, that would be nice.

I hate Sundays.

We Live With Woe.

2007-10-05T17:24:00.000-07:00

I am in a funk. How exciting!

I like to cuddle up in my bed and listen to emo music. Does that make me strange? Probably.

I want something exciting to happen. But, alas, Towson is oh so boring. I can't even get up the motivation to go to a silly frat party. I can, however, get up the motivation to drink Franzia. Mmmm. Franzia.

Shabbat Shalom!!

Before I Run Far Away, I Need To Take a Holiday.

2007-09-26T21:59:00.001-07:00

Life is oh so stressful. Too many synapses firing at once. Too many thoughts.

I am reading a book that is soon to be one of my favorite books of all time. It is called "Eat, Pray, Love." It chronicles this woman's journey to discover pleasure, spirituality, and a way to balance the two. She travels to Italy for pleasure, India for spirituality, and Indonesia to find the balance. I am this close to moving to India and living on an Ashram for a week. Just for funzies.

On a more realistic note, I am looking into where I'm going for my semester abroad. Italy is currently at the top of my list. I cannot wait for that pizza the author oh so lovingly describes that can only be found in Naples. Mmmm. Pizza.

My brain hurts.

Chag Sameyah!!

I Love A Boy Named Jesse, But Jesse Doesn't Love Me Back.

2007-09-11T16:49:00.000-07:00

Oh what a tangled web we weave. Life is so dramatic.

On a lighter note, Britney spears has officially destroyed her career. It saddens me deeply. She was given a chance to redeem herself, and failed miserably. She used to be my hero. She had abs every girl wanted, and most straight men would have gladly had their way with her. I miss her.

Things That Are Currently Grinding My Gears:

1. My English professor
2. The fact that I haven't read Antigone yet and we'll probably have a quiz tomorrow
3. Everybody
4. My achy jaw
5. My life

Crushes are the bane of my existence.

The Best Years Of My Life - Oh My God, I Hope Not. Let's go.

2007-09-02T17:44:00.000-07:00

I'm back at school for my Sophomore year. Summer was good...Long, but good. I travelled to Israel, Mexico, California, Michigan and New York. I was named Sarah Leah, and I had my bat mitzvah in Jerusalem. A lot of stuff happened, but I'm glad to have returned to Towson. I'm quite discombobulated for some reason unbeknownst to me...I only went to two days of classes this past week because I had to have my wisdom teeth removed. What fun that was. That could be the reason for my scatteredness...With the return of school comes the return of drama, which adds to my uneasiness. Maybe I just need a little crushy crush. A healthy one, this time. Maybe. Doubt it. I suck at life.

Things I need to get done:

1. Get an add/drop form for DVMT 110
2. Make sure I'm caught up
3. Heal
4. Get a power supply thingie for my printer
5. Figure out what's wrong with my damn laptop
6. Sort out my life

Oh dear.

BELIEVE.

2007-05-19T12:13:00.000-07:00

Believe. Baltimore's motto. I am in fact a B-more girl now. But here I am. Back at "home". There are quotes because it is not the house I would like to call my home. But alas, my mother has abandoned me and moved across the country. Bitch. Monday and Tuesday are my last two finals, and then I'm free for a whole NIGHT until I go to California. Get me while you can. Because after California, I have three days before I go to Israel. Where I will find my religious self for ten whole days. THEN I am home for good. Despite the fact that I am going to be all over the world in a couple days, this is probably the longest I have ever been home. It's kind of exciting.

Things I Need to Get Done Before Israel
1. Practice for my finals
2. Go shopping
3. Get a Hepatitis shot
4. See at least a good portion of my friends
5. Learn some Hebrew
6. Pick out a Hebrew name

Yay! El fin.

We Are Approaching the End

2007-04-17T20:13:00.000-07:00

Only a month left of my freshman year of college. What a year it has been. Ups and downs. Beers and tears. As I approach the end of the semester, I am nearing my trip to Israel. I am very excited for this trip, as you may have guessed. In fact, a psychic I went to even said that I would travel this summer, and that I would meet lots of new people. How exciting. She also said that I would be engaged in the next two years. That one might be a little harder to achieve. Goodie. Life is chaotic. Time is passing. What to do, what to do. I have so much to do, yet I remain so bored. What a life I lead.

Things to Do This Summer
1. Get a job
2. Make lots of money
3. Get a tan in Israel
4. Get my license (I should really get on that)
5. Have the best summer ever

Live life. Be free. Have fun.

The Wonder Years

2007-01-22T13:13:00.000-08:00

Hmm...I see that no one reads this. That's a pity. Even I've lost interest. I've been too busy utilizing the fruits of my growing a year older (presents, duh). I have quite a nice haul, indeed. Designer tid-bits and DVDs galore. Scrubs is my new fave. Alas, my dinner with my mother and sister didn't go as planned this past Friday night. My sister and her friend had an elaborate plan including bar hopping and culminating with Sonar. Unfortunately, yours truly forgot her ID yet again. I think I have a problem. Dinner was fun of course, because I love my mommy and sister, but it shortly went downhill. I went to my sister's apartment for a night of drinking orange juice in completely legal establishments and promptly passed out. While I was in another world, my sister and her friends went clubbing. Hm. Now, clubbing isn't my thing, exactly. I'm not one to touch the ground and stick my butt in the air as an attempt at dancing (Christ no, I'm not nearly good enough to do that). I just think that maybe creepy older men would've been a better alternative than being passed out on my sister and her boyfriend's bed (SINNERS). Well, the big day isn't until tomorrow. There's lots of time to celebrate. As I see it, this birthday is an end to my childhood years. Eighteen is, in fact, legal, but nineteen seems oh so much older. Just ask Humbert Humbert! Nineteen year olds are no longer jail bait - they are real live adults. Poor Humbert. I am too old. As I say au revoir to my golden years, I welcome adulthood with open arms. Maybe a Chanel purse isn't too far off in the future. Oh yeah, and a husband. Woot! Peace and harmony, loves.

I Am So Hip It Hurts.

2007-01-04T00:30:00.000-08:00

I have just finished perusing my favorite purse lover website, The Purse Forum. It is muy fabuloso. I can drool over other people's Chanel bags that I can never afford even in my wildest dreams. Well, maybe in my wildest dreams. Anything can happen when you're tripped up on Tylenol PM. Mmmmm. Anyway, the beginning of the year hasn't been too eventful for me. For Britney Spears, unfortunately, she's just going downhill. I'll miss her. Don't pass out in clubs for God's sake, Britney! It's just not proper. But I still love her. My obsession with celebrities has gotten my mother angry. While doing my usual reading of Pinkisthenewblog.com, I came across "Cobrasnake," which I had already seen the name of on pictures of Mickey Avalon, my favorite glam rapper. Well, maybe the only glam rapper. He is way fabulous. Anyway, it turns out Cobrasnake is like this pseudonym for this photographer who some how manages to get really detrimental pictures of celebrities and their bitches. I was looking through his pictures, and ended up looking him up on Wikipedia. It said something about his intern, Cory Kennedy, who is a very young fashionista he happens to be dating. I googled her of course, and came across her blog. After cyberstalking her for a while, I have accurately absorbed her sense of fashion. What I didn't know about California was that the real party hoppers, the real fashionistas, the real "it girls," were simple unknown (to most) teenage girls. And they don't wear the Primp sweatsuits purchased at Kitson like Paris Hilton. Oh, no. They are scenesters. REAL scenesters. I was reading Cory Kennedy's blog and noticed her namedropping a dozen times at least. Oh yeah, I invited L.L. to the club and then we hung out (Lindsay Lohan). M. Barton was there. P. Hilton and Nicky blah blah blah. So there's this whole portion of L.A. that isn't clad in Lisa Kline, but rather in a mix of thrift store and couture. It's pretty interesting, when you think about it. These are the real people of the L.A. party scene. Professional partiers. Even Mischa Barton's barely legal little sister! Sheesh. All these realizations have gotten me knackered.

2007.

2006-12-31T22:48:00.000-08:00

California. One of the downsides of being across the country is that it's still 2006. Or is that an upside? Whatever. It's strange to think that about a year ago I was thinking about moving here. That would've made things different, eh? I wore a skirt tonight and it's the end of the year. That is craziness. Anyway, on to what is so important about tonight. In a little over an hour, 2006 will be over on the west coast. I've never really given much thought to the year's end, but this time I'm glad it's over. There were a lot of great things in 2006, such as turning 18, graduating from high school, New York, etc. But I do not miss a lot of things. Boo hoo. I wonder what will happen in 2007? Maybe at this time next year I will be rich and famous. Awesome. In the spirit of previous posts, I will now list my New Year's resolutions:

1. Get a Chanel purse
2. Make money to visit Clowdia in Scottyland
3. Become hot (plastic surgery?)
4. Fix my flat feet
5. Be myself
6. Be in at least one show before year's end
7. Be nicer (yes, I know, I'm already wonderful)
8. See Mickey Avalon live
9. Make out with Jason Mraz
10. Make the Acting Track

Maybe I'll write something next year.

All I Want For Christmas Is You

2006-12-22T15:39:00.000-08:00

Oh, the Christmas season is here. I love Christmas. Hanukkah, too, but that's over tonight. Besides the obvious thrill of receiving presents, something about the cheery music, bright lights, and charities makes me happy. It's just extremely depressing after Christmas actually happens. There's this huge build up and then nothing. It's quite sad. I find it funny that Christmas is such a religious holiday, but it's so commercialized now. Not that I have a problem with its commercialism...it allows for secular celebration. This is good. I just love getting people presents, too. Too bad I don't have any money and have really sucked at that this year. Pahaha. Sucks for you. Even though it's not exactly Christmas weather, I love sitting inside by the fire with a cup of hot cocoa. I guess that won't really be the case when I go to California on Christmas day. It will be approaching the seventies the whole time I'm there. That's barely hoodie weather. In December, no less. Jesus Cristo. Maybe I'll see Kristin Cavallari. That would make me happy. I'm trying to persuade my mother to let me take a quick trip to Las Vegas to go to the party Britney Spears is hosting. That would be vair amusant. Maybe she won't show the audience her no-no spot. I'd like that.

Things You Can Buy Me:

1. Chanel purse (I'd prefer the violet Lady Braid Flap)
2. OC Season 3
3. Any season of Scrubs
4. Black North Face
5. Ugg Moccasins (Let's pretend Uggs aren't hideously awful)
6. A trip to Europe to visit my Camp Letts loves
7. A quick trip to New York to see Company
8. Devil Wears Prada DVD
9. Lots of posters for my dorm
10. A hair cut in LA

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Or early evening. Whatever.

Hello.

2006-12-03T11:32:00.000-08:00

Hello, world. Because of my recent obsessions with specific blogs, etc, I have decided to start my own. Xanga is oh so passe, and my thoughts are too weird to keep bottled up. Thus, I am here. I am approaching the end of my first semester of college, and I am an acting major. Pretty sweet, eh? Yeah, so I'm THAT kind of person. Should make for an interesting blog. As I'm writing this, I am glancing at my framed picture of Jason Mraz (which I did not purchase, but rather received as a gift). As the frame says, he is certainly "My Dream Guy". Sigh. Isn't the internet amazing? Instead of actually sighing, I can write that I am sighing and save myself the effort. Awesome. I'd like to now write a list.

Things That Are Currently Grinding My Gears (In No Particular Order)
1. Britney Spears' recent downfall, following her divorce from K-Fed
2. My earrings did not get sent with my purse I ordered from Urban Outfitters
3. The amount of money I spent in one night
4. My lack of realistic career options for after college
5. The state of my dorm room
6. The fact that I can't afford a Chanel purse
7. My Macbook's negativity towards life (it keeps turning off randomly)
8. The lack of cute boys at this glorious university
9. My painful throat
10. The idea of my last final being on the last day of finals

That is all. Stay beautiful.