Dear people who read my blog,

If you want me to update my blog more frequently...then comment on my blog so I get the slightest feeling that more than two people are reading it. That might make me feel a little more obliged.

Thanks,
Sarah

t.g.i.w.

Lost is my constant.

Finally some visuals to go with my awesome guitar hero skills

Thanks to Sweetney...and also apparently Best Week Ever...for this fantastic game. I couldn't resist making just one, so enjoy my album covers!
Heres how it works:
1) Go to “Wikipedia.” Hit “random” and the first article you get is the name of your band.
2) Then go to “Random Quotations” and the last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.
3) Then, go to Flickr and click on “Explore the Last Seven Days” and the third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4)Use Photoshop or some other image editor to add text & spiffify. Post a link to your band's album cover here!
Am I jealous that the best editing system I have is Paint?
yes.
does it show?
absolutley.
are these awesome anyway?
duh.

1) Freewheeler; irritating details

2) Benton, Wisconson; a hidden truth

3) Tata Technologies; Frankenstein logic

4)Sampson's Naiad; The Necessary May Speak

5)Norwegian First Division; you haven't wasted an entire day

6)Jonas Byland; that was how it started

I'd like to thank the Academy

Seriously, great job last night. Particularly Hugh Jackman's opening number with elementary school style props and the Pineapple Express bit.

One question, though, why did it take High School Musical 3 to come out for you to claim that the Musical is back and not when Chicago swept the Oscars six years ago including taking the award for best picture. I would think that that would be the bigger indication that the musical was back. But I guess thats just me. And all that jazz.

A rant in which I complain about an injustice that is currently hindering me in smooth sailing...or...why I will be on welfair before easter

Do you ever feel like you're in a situation where all the decks are stacked against you?

Have you ever had to get a self-service rental truck to move to another state?

Every single company, U-Haul, Ryder, Budget, etc, have taken to the "very minor hours" policy. Specifically, the "Half day on Saturday, closed Sunday" policy.

Lets ask ourselves a question - when do people...in general...move?

The answer, people, is the weekend. So lets say I'm moving to, oh, I don't know...Charleston, South Carolina and want to get a rental truck Saturday morning in St. Augustine, FL...no matter how quickly it takes me to move...I have to pay for that truck for 3 days because they wont be open Saturday night when I get up there, they won't be open Sunday and then they will charge me for Monday because...you know...thats when I'll be returning it.

Now lets say that I'm able to get a truck on a Friday morning and then drive it to another state 5 hours away...and want to return it that night in said 5 hour away destination...well guess what? These rental companies decide how long it should safely take you to drive a truck from the pick up location to the return destination and they've let us know that the correct ammount of time it should take you to drive from North Florida to Southern South Carolina is three days. So, they totally let you return it whenever you want to, but they charge you a minimum of three days no matter what.

People...we drove to South Carolina on Thursday, found a place to live and was back by Friday evening.

Scammers! and there is nothing to do about it!!

Anyone want to contribute to the "Help Jeff and Sarah Hire Movers" fund?

Someday I said I'm gonna leave this city...

It's official - We are moving to Charleston and we couldn't be more excited!!

I probably won't be posting much in the next few weeks. We just got back from Georgia yesterday visiting my papa who is not doing well at all, coming up this week I've got to go to Tampa to tie up some loose ends, go to Charleston to find a place to live and then next week move to Charleston.

Oh yeah, and get our new house that we just moved into rerented so we don't have to rob a bank and then get my S.C. licences and then get a job and then not go bankrupt and then plan my wedding in a different state and then...holy hell.

I'll be back.

Well that girls just never happy, is she?

I'm so bored.

But I'm not complaining. Well, maybe I am but not in the way I was honestly really complaining about going crazy and not being able to keep it together just a few weeks ago. I mean, I'm with Jeff, we are together. In our awesome little house with a front porch and an oak tree with a swing...but I don't have any friends here, or a job.

I have nothing to do! Which, you know, yay! But then...oh...I've already watched that episode of Psych...3 times...and after three times their witty puns aren't funny and all you can see is how stupid their crimes that they are solving are. (Obviously I can see that the first time around...but the witty puns are so very very witty!)

For reasons I can't explain because I'm a tad superstitious and don't want to talk about it, we are kind of floating in purgatory right now.

No, thats not right, because no matter what the outcome, its good. It's not like one option is a pony and the other option is we have to eat pony droppings for a year.*

But its a big change and one way or another we need to know whats going on so we can move on with out lives. We were suposed to know yesterday but now we won't know til Monday!!!!

*nor is it waiting to find out if I'm pregnant or not because...thats not on the schedule. so go ahead and erase that.

Jon Stewart just says it so much better than I could.

Why are you such a dick?

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oh yeah, and to all of those people crowding my city.

dear stealers fans, maybe the bar tender is only a douche to you because you're ordering girly shots like lemon drops or washington apples, two at a time, and you are some how missing - or just don't seem to care - that he is laughing at you everytime you order one of these drinks, and that to you is coming off as being an ass hole. please go home.
leave your money.
love- tampa

So I was asked to give this speech...

and it went something like this:

To my fellow Aveda Graduates; Andrea, Nicole, Ivette, Daphnie, Caroline, Katie, and Megan - we are here to celebrate. We have accomplished so much. It is truly amazing for me to think back to 13 and a half years ago when we started here at Aveda - I mean 8 months ago. We started as a group of 14 very different women. Every single one of us had a story that was unlike anyone else’s. We all have our own very personal, unique reasons for choosing this path but no matter what twist, turns, tumbles and falls brought us here we were all meant to find each other – of that I’m certain.
Now what I could say is how our path led us to learn skin care, and then massage therapy, and then customer relations and salesmanship. But those were simply the destinations, and like they say, it’s the journey that matters.
Yes, of course we learned all of those things – and with a deep, enthusiasm that transformed us into proficient executers of our craft. But what we truly learned about ourselves and what we can do is something that can not be read in a book, forged or imitated.
We learned the significance in the power of touch – that keeping your hand on a guest shoulder while reaching for the crème cleanser might make the difference between a ten dollar tip and a fifteen dollar tip. It also makes the difference in a service that is good and a service that changes your guest outlook. That a knot in ones hamstring will not be healed by staring at it, but that a knot healed will make anyone a believer of you. That a tight hug for a class mate that is struggling to hold on can be just enough to keep them from letting go. We learned that there are points all over our bodies that can be activated to present wonderful healing results to other, seemingly unrelated points of our bodies. Because we have learned that everything is connected. The eight of us, with Ashliegh and Monica as well, are all connected.
We have learned. We have learned so much. Science, spirituality, other peoples perspectives. I’ve never in my life been in a situation where I was this close to such a variety of people who were so incredibly different from myself. Of course at times this resulted in a clash of conflict or differences of ideas, but mostly it gave me many outlooks from which to gain knowledge, many different eyes with which to see. So many different ways to absorb the knowledge that transformed us into outstanding estiticians and massage therapist.
We learned this, of course, through our educators, Monica, Ashleigh and William, who believed in our strengths and our abilities before most of us were even aware of them ourselves. Our teachers nurtured us as we cultivated our craft. The education we have received at this school is incomparable to anywhere else we could have gone – and not just because of the curriculum that was taught, but because we have educators who invest their own time, spirit and compassion into shaping us. Without their passion, where would we have inherited it from?
We have learned that questioning authority in this institution is kind of like trying to tear down a brick wall – at times we felt powerless to change. And while this may have caused our spirits to waver, it also altered something significant in all of us – our ability to stand up for ourselves – maybe we never broke down those walls, but we got around them. We didn’t change them, but we sure changed us, and this was as vitally apart of our education as any
We learned to believe in the power of healing. In our own abilities to heal. In our own power. I find myself consistently in awe at the ability to change someone so drastically, so instantly, for the better. I think back to the beginning of our massage course. I was frustrated because, while I was certain I was doing all of the moves correctly, it felt superficial and ineffective. I was scared that I would never learn how to give a valuable massage because this aspect of it couldn’t be learned with flash cards, or memorized from a book. “Use your hands as eyes” Ashliegh told me. “Stretch your two” Monica said. “Trust” William assured. “Trust that, in time, you will find within yourself what you need to reach other people” And he was right. It is a truly amazing feeling when you sit a guest up at the end of a service and they swoon over you, but it is indescribable to place your hands on someone’s scapula and know, truly know, exactly how it hurts them and how you can help.
I have joked that our class is like the television show Survivor – but it’s true. We started as fourteen, gained one more, but lost half. The eight of us that are here right now, we survived because our resolve to be here and our drive to continue learning what has become our passion overcame the challenges, both professional and personal, we have faced over the past eight months. I can’t imagine leaving here with the wealth of knowledge I now have with out each and everyone of you contributing significantly to that.
It is said that the journey is important, and that is true. But let’s not downplay the destination, because that is where we are today. We are at the end of our Aveda institute experience. So we rejoice that we’re at the conclusion and we mourn that our little family that we have come to depend on now has different roads they must take. Different journeys, different destinations. With great certainty I can say, that everyone here will carry the rest of us with them wherever they go. We impacted each other significantly and so my last words tonight, for everyone in this room – my fellow class mates who listened to my never ending tangents, my educators who dealt with my very scattered mind, friends and family that supported us through this, thank you.