Doomed.

Hello, there.

Seeing something terrible in my near future. A treadmill run. Nooooo! Not a treadmill run. Yes. I must. Because although I have what may be quite possibly the warmest running tights ever, I will NOT be going outside to have the wind beat against my face when it is twenty degrees. No way, no how. (As “Tracay” would say: “It ain’t gon HOPPEN!”)

Here’s the deal. I’m loving being home for my winter break. And I’m not dying to go back yet… But I do know that when I get back to school, it will be easier for me to run more consistently. Yesterday, I didn’t run because we spent the whole day at Ethan’s. To top it off, we went on a date to Longhorn Steakhouse. Amazing food. I just ate far too much of it. Sooo much food. Blah. My favorite belt, which is now a little big on me, which I have to pull up every two minutes because it won’t stay on, was tight by the time we were done eating. Yeah. That much food. It was insane. Obviously, I didn’t run after that. So yesterday was a fail.

So I guess I’ll be on the stupid treadmill later. Ew. Just ew. Ughhhhhh. I HATE THE COLD! I HATE SNOW! blechhh.

That is all I have to report for now.
xoxoSran
JustDoIt

And So, My Journey Begins…Pt. 2

This week’s runs.

On Wednesday night I decided that my days of being “too tired” or it being “too cold outside” were over! I was going to run. Finally. Haha. After neglecting my daily running habits for over a week because of the Christmas and New Year festivities, I told myself I would do it. I knew it wouldn’t be fun. Or easy. But that was okay. My aunt had just given me one of her fancy pairs of running tights that are supposed to keep you warm. I paired these nifty leggings with my new fancy Nike Dri-Fit pullover. With thumb holes. YES! THUMB HOLES! That was really exciting for me. Haha. So I went upstairs and grabbed my totally awesome warm running outfit. I held up the tights. “Holy crap these are tiny. These are NOT fitting on me. You’re kidding. I mean really, there’s no way. The width of the whole waist is like… almost one of my thighs… yeah, almost!” My aunt told me they were kind of hard to get on. …Kind of hard? She lied. It took me about five to seven minutes. To get pants on. How old am I? After I finally got them on I found a new challenge. Walking in them. “If I can hardly walk in these suckers, how in the world am I supposed to run in them. I can hardly run in shorts! I don’t need any more hindrances.” But after I walked around my house complaining for a little while it got easier. Crisis averted. This time. So I grabbed Ethan and pulled him along with me. Thinking, “I’m not suffering through this alone. It’s cold out there and I will not do it by myself. I need my support. I need my boy.” So we left. He told me our goal destination and I groaned. Not happy about being outside, not happy about having to run and not happy about being outside of the privacy of my home in the tightest of all tights you’ve ever seen. I thought to myself, “There ain’t no way I’m gonna make it all the way there. I won’t be able to run the whole way at least.” And telling Ethan that he might have to stop a couple times to pull my mangled body off the ground. I’m so dramatic, right? But this was an actual concern of mine. Sad. But I started running, and with some kind encouragement from Ethan, I did alright. Not a fast pace, but a steady mediocre one. And I didn’t stop until we got there. I was cramping a little so I let Ethan go just a little bit further while I just walked a little bit and cooled off. Then we turned around to head back home. All in all, not a bad run. It took about twenty minutes and we did a little over a mile and a half. If you think this is a pathetic time, I don’t want to hear it. Read everything before this paragraph and then try and tell me again. Seriously. I was encouraged by this run. First time back and it wasn’t bad. Yay.

Thursday didn’t go quite as well. It was a busy day. I took Ethan to Senatobia, where he goes to school and moved him back into his apartment there. I didn’t return home until after 8. And of course it was dark outside. And cold. Ew. I talked with my parents some before resolving that I should run. I got on mapmyrun.com and figured out where I wanted to go. Wrote the directions all neatly out on my hand so that I didn’t get lost. Yeah. In my own neighborhood. And it would happen, I promise. Then I got ready to leave and my mom says, “Wait, you want to go tonight?!” To which I simply reply, “Well, yeah, I haven’t run today. I need to…” She didn’t seem to care. “Get on the treadmill,” she said. This is when I realized that I hate the treadmill now. What? Since when? I didn’t know I hated the treadmill. I guess all the running outside, in the fresh air that I’ve done recently has made me realize how much better it is than running in place in my the guest room at my house. Dang. “Mom, I don’t want to run on the treadmill, I need to go outside.” I told her. “Sara Ann, it’s after ten and it’s dark outside. You’re not doing that. I mean really, do you think that’s a good idea?” I guess I didn’t think about it. Young girl, wearing all black clothing, running alone in a quiet neighborhood, past 10 PM. Probably not a good idea. Well. That was all the persuasion I needed, I put my pajamas on and hopped in bed to watch TV. Bad plan. Oh well. I’ll try again tomorrow.

Today. I decided that since I didn’t run yesterday, I would do two runs today. I would also be performing some what of an experiment. Running during the day versus at night. Also, I was under the impression that my new Nike running shoes were going to arrive via UPS this afternoon, so there would be another variable to add to my simple study. Kind of excited about my two-a-day (me? excited? about two runs? in one day? what? who is this girl?) I finally got my lazy butt off the bed and changed. I decided that the outfit from Wednesday was lucky, so I put it back on. It smelt a little. And I kind of liked that because it made me feel like I worked hard. I felt kinda tough. What a dork. Haha. Anyway so I set out on my run. Still flying high on my accomplished night run with Ethan on Wednesday, I set out with high expectations. Directions on my hand and equipped with high technology Nike plus sportband and sensor, I knew I was ready to do this. Headed down my street and made the first turn. Started watching for my next turn. Passed a few streets, and then I saw a big street and I knew I had gone too far. I told you. Lost. In my own neighborhood. Well, at least I didn’t try this at 10:30 PM last night…by myself. So I just turned on a random neighborhood street and decided I was a big girl and I should be able to figure it out. But oh boy, little did I know what was in store for me around the corner. A huge hill. Fantastic. “Okay, Sara Ann, that’s okay. Just a little hill. Not that bad. Nothing you can’t handle.” A quick sniff of my arm pit to remind me of the hard work I had already accomplished gave me a quick spurt of encouragement and I started up the hill. Wind. Lots of wind. Hard wind. In what direction? Of course, going right against me. Uphill. Against wind. Ouch. I stopped. And walked. Feeling like a total loser. A pathetic loser. I hadn’t even gone half a mile yet. “Really, Sara Ann, you’re gonna stop running now? Just because of a little bit of wind and a tough hill. Ha. Some runner you are. That’s seriously pathetic.” After a little convincing, I managed to piss myself off enough into a run again. So I got up the hill finally. And then down it. And then around the corner and I finally found my way out of that part of the neighborhood. Cool. So now I’m getting closer to the last leg of the run. Everything was going great until I noticed something. More wind. I first made sure that I was running a different direction from when I felt it earlier. I was. I didn’t even know that was possible. Is the world out to get me? Why does this wind keep oppressing me? I slowed down for a bit because the wind was really hard. Then I thought, “Am I really going to let an intangible object… not even an object, an idea, cause me to stop running? No.” I sped back up to a run. All in all. Not such a great run. I was disappointed. But mostly I was tired. So I made it home and hopped in the shower. After that I put comfy clothes in and got in bed to chill because I didn’t feel so great. Blew that off because I refused to believe that I was sick because of a stupid mile and a half run. Seriously. Pathetic. I thought that my new running shoes would be arriving late this afternoon and that I would get to try them on for my night time run with Ethan. Long story short… I bailed. For several reasons. Found out that the shoes weren’t shipping until Monday and I didn’t really want to run in the ones that I have because I kicked myself several times on my first run and my ankles were bleeding and bruising a little. And I was so exhausted after only getting about four hours of sleep. Not too much later, Ethan texted saying he wasn’t feeling a run later because he didn’t feel good. That was all I needed. I was disappointed at my failed attempt to be awesome today. But I comforted myself with the fact that I didn’t have to run twice today, I was just doing it for fun. Good. So one bad run today. And bailed out of a second. But that’s not too bad, right? I mean I’m still a beginner. And I’m still just getting in shape. Hope I’m not sore tomorrow. I hate being sore. Why should I run if I’m sore. It sounds like it would make it worse. I know, I know, working out the lactic acid makes you feel better, blahblahblah. But that’s not the initial feeling. So whatever. Anyway. Here’s to an average day in my new running career. Hopefully it will get better. It has to get better. It can’t get much worse. I’m almost positive of that. Ah.

Well this post has long exceeded the length I was supposing it would be. So I’m done. I hope I didn’t bore you too much… if anyone is still reading at this point. I mean really, I would understand if no one got to this point because this is so dadgummed long. Haha. Until next time.

I will sign off with some running quotes. Enjoy.

- “Running is the greatest metaphor for life, because you get out of it what you put into it.” -Oprah Winfrey
- “Running is a big question mark that’s there each and every day. It asks you, ‘Are you going to be a wimp or are you going to be strong today?’” -Peter Maher, Canadian marathon runner
- “In running, it doesn’t matter whether you come in first, in the middle of the pack, or last. You can say, ‘I have finished.’ There is a lot of satisfaction in that.” -Fred Lebow, New York City Marathon co-founder
- “What distinguishes those of us at the starting line from those of us on the couch is that we learn through running to take what the days gives us, what our body will allow us, and what our will can tolerate.” -John Bingham, running writer and speaker
- “You also need to look back, not just at the people who are running behind you but especially at those who don’t run and never will… those who run but don’t race…those who started training for a race but didn’t carry through…those who got to the starting line but didn’t in the finish line…those who once raced better than you but no longer run at all. You’re still here. Take pride in wherever you finish. Look at all the people you’ve outlasted.” -Joe Henderson

xoxoSran
JustDoIt

And So, My Journey Begins…Pt. 1

Twenty-six point two miles. “I mean really I can’t understand why anyone would want to do that to themselves. It just sounds… painful.” This was my reaction to my sister running her first marathon. When I went to see her cross the finish line at her first marathon, I felt two very conflicting feelings. 1) “Haha, y’all have fun with that! It’s not for me. My body would never let me do that. No wayyy!” 2) “I really, really, really want to run a marathon at some point in my life.” And for some reason, on that day, I set a lifetime goal. I will run a marathon before I die. At that point in my life I thought I might be old and decrepit and hobble across that finish line on a walker –– I didn’t know what age I would be, but I knew one thing for sure… I would run 26.2 miles.

I hate running. I’ve always hated running. I’ve never had a desire to run. I’ve played sports. I was a cheerleader. And a gymnast. And a ballerina. But, I’m not particularly athletic. However, I’m also not incompetent in the area… I don’t think.

Well, you may be wondering after these two anecdotes why are you running a marathon if you hate running? Well. To be honest, I don’t really have an answer for you… yet. I don’t even really know how this came about. All I know is that one day, at school, I was talking to one of my best friends, Savanna, and before I knew it, we were registering for a half marathon and making plans for a full marathon next January. I love being spontaneous. But this is the first time, I think, that I’ve made an impulse decision and then later asked myself, “Oh crap, what did I just get myself into?!” …I’m still asking myself this question.

I’m a horrible runner. Worse than I thought. I don’t just mean the actual exercise part. I think the harder part for me is getting my fat butt out of bed to go run. I mean I’m just terrible. Over the holidays, I totally skipped out. I was supposed to be running a mile or a mile and a half every day… Basically, I was just a huge ball of fail. That’s not to mention the fact that I by no means tried to counteract my lack of running with good eating habits, oh no. Because that’s just too boring, right? Yes. Exactly, actually. If you’ve read my other posts, specifically my latest post, you know that I don’t agree with starving my self or holding back from things I enjoy for the sake of calorie counting or dieting. So basically I’m out of shape again. Imagine that.

Our training schedule for the first three or so weeks was simple – a mile one day, a mile and a half the next… and so on. These weeks prior to the actual training are really only used to get me in shape and ready for the bigger runs that are to come. But at first a mile and half was difficult. Especially outside. In the cold… VERY cold. This was a big challenge for me. I mean let’s look at the circumstances. I hate running. I hate cold. You do the math.

I should also mention my body’s health history… or lack there of. I have broken both of my ankles numerous times. So many that my orthopedic doctors decided to stop “wasting their casting supplies on me” and therefore just put me in a boot every time I came in. I have also had a bad history of very painful shin splints. Which is really realllllyyy not fun. Let’s see, what else? Oh, I have bad knees too, nothing too extreme, unless you want to count the excruciating pain I sometimes experience while participating in strenuous activity. Probably the worst of all the pain I experience on a day to day basis is in my back. Not sure what that’s a result of… but I’m thinking a few too many years of cheering, tumbling mostly, and a couple years of lifting high school age girls in the air… and holding them there. Yeah, that might do it. To add to this wonderful recipe for disaster, I have had some pulled hamstrings… and re-pulled hamstrings. That’s right, only days after I was being relieved of hamstring pain, I pulled it again. That’s my luck. Now you know what I’m dealing with here. This is not a fresh canvas. At all. One thing I know for sure, the makers of Icy Hot may know me by name because of the mass amounts of their products that I will buy to get me through this whole… marathon thing. For real.

I’m only a few weeks into my training for the half marathon (in Nashville, TN on April 30th) and there have already been several times when I have called myself crazy. I still don’t know why I’m doing this to myself. When I get discouraged like this I begin to think about all of the factors that are running (haha get it? I made a funny. and I didn’t even mean to!) against me. I don’t like to run. Why? The fact that every time I pick my foot up to slam it back down on hard asphalt, my body screams at me saying “Why are you doing this to me!?” may have a little something to do with it. However, despite all of the negative feelings I experience, I still want to do this. Badly. Very badly. I’m driven by a huge desire to accomplish this huge lifetime goal. Although I am driven, I do have a tendency to bail out of things when they get hard. That’s something I need to work on. I’m trying. But I guess there is one upside of this whole deal.

The part I haven’t mentioned about this marathon thing is that I’m doing it for school. No, no, I’m not kidding! I’m actually going to get credit for it at school. Hendrix has this thing called the Odyssey program. It’s very complicated so I’ll try not to get too into it. But basically, they want you to get hands on experiences outside of the classroom. So, in order to do that, as a graduation requirement, each student must do a certain amount of Odyssey projects. There are different categories: Service to the World, Artistic Creativity, Global Awareness, Professional and Leadership Development, Undergraduate Research and Special Projects. Each category kind of has it’s own criteria as to what makes it applicable to each category. So where does Savanna and me running a marathon fit into this? Well, it’s a Special Project because obviously, it doesn’t really fit into any of the categories. By making this an Odyssey project we can apply for funding. We can tell them how much money we need to do the project which basically entails traveling, hotel fares, food while we’re there and whatever else they see fit. We propose a certain amount of money, they’ll review and let us know how much they’re willing to give us. Pretty cool, right? Well yes, it is. But there are a lot of things that we have to do in order for this to work. We are going to keep track of our weight and measurements throughout the whole training process. We will document each run and include a short explanation about it (e.g. how far the run was, how long it took, where we ran, weather conditions, our mood before and after, how our body felt before and after, etc.) Also, at the marathon (in January 2012 in Disney World, Orlando, Florida) we will wear Hendrix garb to represent our school. I think it’s a pretty neat deal, eh?

All of that to say, I’m happy that I’m doing it for Odyssey credit because it means I can’t bail. I can’t give up. Because it’s for school. It would be like waking up for a test one morning, and then just saying “Hm, I’m a little tired and I don’t feel like going to that test because I think it will be too hard for me and I’m probably gonna fail.” I can’t do that! So I’m in this. I’m in this for the long haul. From now until the end of January 2012, I, Sara Ann Sanders, am a runner. That is a weird sentence.

So. Now that I’ve spend entirely too much time on the preface of this blog series, I think I should start with my past few runs. Please, if you’re still reading now, continue to Part 2 to read about my first few runs. I don’t think you’ll regret it… haha.

Hey there, 2011.

So I’m a terrible blogger. I hardly ever write new posts. Oh well. I guess I’ll make it a New Year’s Resolution to be better at blogging. However, to advertise myself, I should note that this goal should consistently be achieved as I will be blogging my training for a half marathon and a full marathon. Hopefully I can make that interesting enough… we’ll see.

I guess since I haven’t blogged in a while, my first post back to the blog world should be a list of my new year’s resolutions. While I say “resolutions” I am also including goals I have set for myself… So here I go.

1. Blog more. I would really like to keep a daily log of my runs, so this I guess I’ll kinda be killing two birds with one stone. And boy, do I love being freaking efficient.

2. Eat healthier. This will probably also come along with the whole training thing. I think it’s kind of necessary. Not that I usually eat too terribly awful, but of course, I could use to eat better.

3. Not care about my weight, my body and my image so much. I’ve never particularly cared too much about any of these. But of course, when spring break and summer come around I’m always looking at those skinny girls wishing I looked like them. But seriously, I don’t care. Why? Because I’m happy. And I don’t believe in starving myself. Or stupid diets. Or not eating my favorite foods (every once in a while) even though they aren’t healthy. Sometimes it’s OKAY to indulge! Basically, let it be known that I’m not running all the time because I want to lose weight. I currently don’t care very much about all the aforementioned crap, however, I would like to care even less.

4. Run a marathon. Well, and a half marathon. I’m doing the Country Music Half Marathon in Nashville, TN on April 30th. The full marathon won’t actually happen until 2012 but I’m including it in this because all of the prerequisite training will occur in 2011. Running a marathon is a goal I’ve had ever since my sister ran her first one. I never thought I’d be doing it now… but I’m rolling with it.

5. Read more. Well, I’m currently reading the fifth Harry Potter book. And I intend to read the seventh one as well, hopefully before the second part of the movie comes out this summer… But, besides Harry Potter, I would like to read more… other stuff. I’m a slow reader and the only way that I can get better is by reading more.

6. Learn to cook. Yeah, so I can bake a cake. Make cookies. And puppy chow. And a couple of times I roasted a chicken. But I really want to learn to cook some stuff. Like my mom. I figure if I don’t start now… or soon, I’ll find myself out of college and living on my own… and not know how to make my dinner. Don’t want that. So, mom, if you’re reading this (I know you are. Or if you haven’t yet, you will.) I’m requesting cooking lessons over the summer. Or every summer. This could be fun. Maybe another blog series in the making after my training updates.

7. Get straight As this semester. I got two Bs and two As my first semester of college. Mom keeps saying, “Sara Ann, that’s amazing for your first semester!” But, I’ll be honest, I was extremely disappointed and I wanted to do better. So I’m going do it this semester. I will come home with straight As!

8. Watch more movies. Every time I go to my grandma’s house, she asks me, what good movies have you seen lately? I can never answer. I simply want to change that. Redbox, here I come!

9. Become more artistic. I always say I’m gonna do this and that art project… and I never do it. Hopefully this goal will be encouraged by me taking the Freehand Drawing class at school this semester.

10. Finish the things that I start. This also relates to the previous one. I’m (hopefully) done starting projects that I can’t finish. Mom, this means the jean blanket. WE. WILL. FINISH. IT. Promise!

11. Piercings. Yes, that’s right. I currently have *stops to count…* thirteen piercings. However, on my left ear, I have four lobe piercings, three cartilage and a tragus ring. Somewhere between the four lobes and the cartilage holes, there is a gap. It MUST be filled. This should happen pretty soon though. I love piercings.

12. Another tattoo. Mhmm. I already have one. I want another. I don’t know where and I don’t know what. All I know is that I want another one and I want it to be special.

13. No tickets! I’ve only actually gotten one ticket in my driving career. But that’s one ticket too many. I don’t want any more! Too much money.

14. Spend less money. I shop too much. I don’t shop often. But when I do… I reaaaallly do. It’s not a bad thing. I don’t disagree with pleasing myself with a few new things here and there. But there are probably… no definitely better ways I could spend my money. Frugality, Sara Ann, frugality! You can do this.

15. Get a summer job. Or internship. Either would be nice. Bottom line is, I don’t want to spend another summer sittin’ around on my butt, doin’ nothing. I need to get my life together! Save some money. Open a savings count. Stop spending the money. And freaking have something to my name! That sounds cool. Yeah, let’s try that.

16. Drink nothing but water. …Okay, I will make an amendment for this one. I haven’t quite decided yet exactly what it will be. I will either be allowed: a) one serving of a non-water drink a day OR b) one day of the week in which I am allowed non-water drinks. The only reason I have the amendment is because I’ve tried drinking only water before… and I couldn’t take it. Sometimes you just need a little flavor in your drink. I mean, really. This is a really difficult goal… We’ll see how it goes.

Of course there are plenty more resolutions and goals that I could list here… but it would take forever for me to read. And even longer for you to read… If there’s really anyone reading this pointless crap.

That’s enough for now. Next, I’ll start my blog series about my half marathon training. Yay!

.DAILY
Today, I went to the toilet during drama, not because I had to actually go, but because I wanted to play Monopoly on my iPod. I lost track of time and came back twenty minutes later. My whole class listened while I was forced to tell my teacher I’d been really constipated.
FML.

What’s stuck in my head?
Grenade by Bruno Mars

To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
Cause what you don’t understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same

That’s all folks.
xoxoSran

Cause: Clean Water

Today I saw my mom post a link on Facebook that interested me. This is a really great and unique cause.

October 15, 2010 is Blog Action Day! According to the website, “Blog Action Day is an annual event that unites the world’s bloggers in posting about the same issue on the same day. Our aim is to raise awareness and trigger a global discussion around an important issue that impacts us all.” This year, the theme/issue is water. As of right now, there are 3,331 blogs (and counting) taking action to spread the word about this global issue that is plaguing much of the world. For more information, see the Blog Action Day 2010 website. You can also follow Blog Action Day on Twitter by clicking here.

What can you do to help? If you have a blog, join Blog Action Day 2010 and on October 15, post about the often over-looked crisis of (clean) water. If you don’t have a blog, support the UN in their attempt to provide the world’s poorest countries with the same clean, drinkable water that we enjoy daily by signing the petition. With a goal of 5,000 signatures, they are making great progress at a current 3,555 signatures. Join the cause! It’s so simple to quickly type in your name and a little bit of information to support the work for the improvement of water for billions of people around the world.

Photo credit.

Fact: Across the globe, about 4,500 children die each day from unsafe water and lack of basic sanitation facilities.

Here I Go… Again.

Hi. I’m Sara Ann. And this is my blog. I felt like I needed to reintroduce myself…as I haven’t done a blogpost since October. ha. oops. there’s a typical consuming high school senior life for you, I guess.

So much has happened since October that I don’t want to even try to cover it all. It would take all night to do so. In quickly skimming my last post, I noticed the sentence saying that I couldn’t wait til it was summer and I could stay up all night writing blog posts. I feel really weird that that time… is now. You know what that means? That means I did it – I got through all of senior year. Senioritis and all. I finished it all. All the pointless, high school busy work. I weathered all of the annoying teachers who stereotype all of their students as the kinds who don’t give a crap. I did it all. I got up those mornings when I thought I would pass out all day long. I even pushed through the crowded hallways and was never late to class enough times in one quarter to get the dreaded lunch duty *dum dum dum*. (that may be one of my proudest feats.) I did it all. I stinking graduated from Houston High School’s Class of 2010! I never thought that day would actually come. And it was pretty surreal, I won’t lie. I didn’t cry, either! YES. haha. But I did feel a little cynical. Like a dumb tv show or movie where the character is looking around at everyone knowing they will probably never see most of them again… yeah. i did that. and i LOVED it. hahah. Honestly, the best part is that not only did I get through high school and then graduate, but I got through the stinking boring ceremony. Now that took stamina. But that’s enough of that.

Also, last time I posted, I don’t believe I had a clue where I would be attending school in the fall. Well the time to decide came and went… along with my brain and soul… or so i thought/felt. I was very pleased to make my decision. And proud to announce. Hello world, my name is Sara Ann, I’m eighteen years old and this fall I will officially enter the Hendrix College Freshman Class of 2014. I love saying that. It’s an awesome feeling. And though sometimes I have to answer questions… and reply to the questionable replies such as, “Ohh… nice,” I really love it. Even if I do end up saying, over and over again, “It’s a really small, private, liberal arts college in Conway, Arkansas.” Only to again receive, “Well isn’t that wonderful…” when I know they could care less… especially since they don’t have a football team that’s conference champs. Which is only slightly impossible as they don’t have a football team… yet. haha. But obviously, that’s one of the reasons I was attracted to it. Which equals to me not giving a rats butt what tone of voice those jokers use when they quickly come up with a cover for their reply. I’m happy and that’s what matters. Right, mom? (Who is probably the only one reading… haha)

I thought I was going to keep this post short and sweet. A simple, “Hey welcome me back, since I can stay up til all hours of the morning writing on my blog again!” But oh well. Things don’t usually go as planned. haha. Hopefully I will actually be posting more often… But I’ll need to start thinking of new information for that to happen… open to suggestions… if anyone out there is reading me. if you are, much love, and sorry for talking your ear off about pointless things that you could care less about…

until next time, folks.

.DAILY

Today, my friend had to take my cat who has a tumor to be put down when I wasn’t home since I couldn’t bear to take him myself. I have two cats. He took the wrong one.

FML.

What’s Stuck In My Head?

California Gurls by Katy Perry

California girls
We’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes
Bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin
So hot
will melt your popsicle
Oooooh Oh Oooooh

California girls
We’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce
We got it on lock
West coast represent
Now put your hands up
Oooooh Oh Oooooh

xoxoSran.

i need more empty saturdays…during the week.

hey world! it’s weird to be blogging again. i miss the summer. when i could do whatever all day, and blog all night. haha. not that i’ve done it that many times… just sayin’. wow. i don’t even know what i’m going to say.. i’m rusty on my brainfunk topics i guess. there’s been a lot going on… or maybe not… i’m really not even sure….

the days go by slowly and quickly around here. not much to say… and too much to do. homework, homework, homework and some college application what nots in between. neglecting my horrendous room… which i was actually beginning to work on until i plopped down at my laptop for a rest… ha. the room can have my time later. i never have enough time anymore… to just plop down and rest. i wish i did. although it does make my final breath before sleeping quite rewarding… but i feel like i’m always rushing stuff. always having something to do. always stressed about not doing something. i’m ready for that to be over.

i’m hoping that once i figure out where i’ll be attending college next fall, my schedule will calm itself down. that would be awesome (hear that God?! ha…joke.) busy busy busy. wake up. get ready. school. school. school. get home. homework. homework. homework. homework. study. study. don’t do that last studying that i should have done. college stuff. tend to the dogs (sometimes..ha!). get stuff done. and then sometimes i realize that i really didn’t get anything done. i don’t know which is worse.. feeling like i’m doing too much… or feeling like i haven’t done anything. crazy. ironic. i love irony.

ACT scores. woooooo. not. i’m anxious for them… should be able to see them… friday? saturday? sunday? monday? not sure which… either way… it’s stressing me out. i hate the ACT. mostly because i hate standardized test. but the ACT is the worst. especially for us ADD kids… it really bites. here’s my story. i get distracted, yes, that’s what ADD is.. but it’s so bad. gosh. i get frustrated just thinking about it… so i’m taking the test. minding my own business answering questions on the english, the first section. it’s going great. i’m good at english. i love grammar, and vocab! and then there’s this fly. i kid you not. i wish i were! i’m not trying to be an overdramatic. i’m not just saying that… yes, the whole fly bit is how ADD is portrayed in movies, books, tv, etc. and people give that as an example, or just making fun, you know the ole, “so the other day i was at the grocery store and –– oh look a fly!” thing. i wish i could say that’s not me. but it TOTALLY was. it wasn’t even that the fly distracted me for more than five minutes.. it was after the fly distracted me… i’ll give you the play-by-play of my thoughts…

i think the comma should go after guitar and before Mary Smith… yeah that looks right… okay. i pick answer B. dagnabit, stupid fly, get off of my pencil… okay. number 27. “The guitars were made in…” i swear fly, if you don’t get off of my ACT packet i’m gonna get pissed… long pause… no thought… oh crap sara ann, look how much time you’ve wasted telling the dang fly to leave… gosh this is bad… wasted a good five minutes on the stupid fly! five minutes that i could have been checking my answers… or finishing…ugh. i hate flys. why are they here anyway?! oh crap sara ann, now you’re wasting time thinking about how the fly messed you up! test, sara ann! the ACT! college! good score, you can do this! -fly lands on nose- (NO, i’m not kidding!) -swatting face looking ridiculously odd, teaching glaring in my general direction-. 

i promise. that’s exactly how it went down. that’s insane! that type of behavior is not normal, nor will it get me the score i need to get into (hm, i’m hungry…cheesy popcorn sounds great right now…) college. hahaha got you that time didn’t i?! joke that one was at least.. hahaha. 

wow. a rant about the ACT and my ADD. hmm. what else to talk about? not entirely sure. this blog post doesn’t really serve any purpose… just bored. on a rainy day… with no homework… and procrastinating cleaning my room… ha. speaking of rain though, is it just me, or has it pretty much been raining at LEAST the past seven days straight. that’s lame. oh well. i kinda like the rain. it’s a little calming. like at school when i’m stressing out about something, i’ll look outside and see the rain and i’m almost mesmerized by it… and it calms me down. maybe it’s just my almost chronic case of ADD capturing my hopeless brain. i don’t  know. rain is pretty cool like that i guess. 

i’ve had a really good day today. i don’t know why. it was weird. like people say that if you tell yourself you’re going to have a bad (or good) day, it will happen.

proof that my life is way too busy: today is october 3rd and i started this blog post on september freaking 23rd. and this is the first time i’ve touched it since that day. really? that’s so crazy. i wish i had more time to just chill out and write on the stinking blog. or to just chill out and watch america’s best dance crew.. like i am now. i need more empty saturdays during the week. 

.DAILY

Today, I found out the reason my clothes have been smelling a little funny isn’t because I sweat heavily, it’s because of the dead rat in the back of my dryer. FML

FML.

 

the song stuck in my head right now would have to be..

Party in the U.S.A by Miley Cyrus

so i put my hands up,

they’re playin my song, butterflies fly away,

noddin my head like yeaaah, movin my hips like yeaah.

i put my hands up, they’re playin my song, 

you know i’m gonna be okay,

yeaaaaaahhh it’s a party in the U.S.A

yeaaaaaahhh it’s a party in the U.S.A