I have decided to buy a truck.

Well it's 3:32am and what am I doing. Not sleeping because I had a 6 hour nap. Anyway I have decided that I am going to save up for a truck. Not just any truck a 1965 Ford F100, it's kinda my dream to own a "cute" truck, this cute truck I have decided. I found one in Santan valley that's only $1800 and runs "great" chances are it will be gone though by the time I am 16...so I will try my absolute hardest to try and convince my parents into splitting the cost at $600, because I don't have that kinda money. Anyway, here's a picture of it....maybe I can dip into my savings....hmmm....

Life is kinda weirdly awkward:)

So you know those kinda funny and slightly strange consequences that sometime happen??? It can just be sometimes plain WEIRD. for instance, you and your best friend both know someone who's birthday happens to be on the same day. Or you and your friend are talking on the phone and eating the same thing. Sometimes its just awkward, like when you and someone are matching and it seems like EVERYONE has to point it out, and it was not intended. Or when you have a dream and little bits and pieces of the dream happen the  very next day. My dreams can get pretty dang weird so if that's gonna start to be a regular thing I am a little scared. Or when you and your friend buy each other the exact same Christmas present for each other on a complete accident. Or how Taylor Swift seems to understand your life completely.
Anyway my point is Life can just be a little weird some times.

My irrational dream of being a composer and photographer.

       Music is like basically my favorite thing in the whole world. I kind of write songs on piano, and that has basically been my life for the past three years, since I started writing. I want to someday be able to share my music with people, and hopefully make some money off of it ;) I kind of got a problem....I am a BIG CHICKEN. So I will have to get over that issue later. Which to tell you the truth I think I never will..... But anyway I am so grateful to be able to have that in my life, I wouldn't be where I am today without it. 

       So I think I want to be a composer when I grow up and go to San Francisco Conservatory of music and major in piano. Yeah It's gonna be awesome:) I am also going to apply for this month long program where I spend my summer in San Fran on campus and go to classes everyday, I doubt I will get in but I figure it's worth a shot.

       If that doesn't workout I will just be a photographer. I have already sold a few of my photos so yeah:) and I like to do it so that's a plus:)

       And I can be a mom.

Here is a few of my Pictures:

I just thought this was cool.

My favorite place on earth.

Love this one:)

Pretty poetic huh??? ;)

       This is my life. 

The Men's Bathroom

Where do I begin??? Ok so I was at Flag Football for church and there is a MASSIVE line for the Girls bathroom. Being my stupid self I think:  Hey there is only Like 5 men at this thing at the most so why not save myself a long wait and possibly a pair of pants, and just go in the men's?? Mistake number 1. So as I crutch all the way over to the men's, a voice in the back of my head is saying that this is a bad idea. I don't listen to it. Mistake number 2. I get there and to no surprise there is no one there. Breathing a sigh of relief, I go into the stall and less than like 35.4 seconds later someone comes in the bathroom.... So I grab my crutches lift them and my feet off the ground and get on the top of the toilet, trying to be as quiet as possible. (which can be kinda hard with a cast going up to your knee on your left leg.) I am up there for like 2 minutes praying that whoever was peeing in the urinal wouldn't notice that the stall door was closed and that there was a girl in his domain. He finally washes his hands and it's silent for a few seconds so I cautiously take a peek through the crack, and I almost fall off the toilet, Because he is still there, seemingly staring right into my soul through the crack of the stall door. He pauses and walks out of the bathroom. FINALLY. I got out of there as fast as my crippled-ness would permit. I will NEVER go into ANY men's bathroom ever again no matter the circumstances. And I suggest you shouldn't either. (unless your a boy of course) 

Boys are gross.

You should not read this if you are a boy, you WILL feel bad and I won't sympathize for you. Seriously, stop right now.
Today I wrote a poem, it goes something like this:
               Boys are smelly,
          Boys are gross.
          Boys are the things,
          I hate the most.

Beautiful isn't it?? Seriously, members of the male species seem to be so flippin' confusing ALL the time. No offense guys, but you need to stop saying one thing and acting another way. Like right now. Its stupid.

That's all

Halloween. BLAH.

Right now i'm sitting in my room like a looser doing my APHUG reading. I should be at a party or something social, but someone forgot to invite me i guess...just kidding i was invited to a party but I am just in one of those "I HATE EVERYONE" moods and my mom said i need to give my foot a rest if i want it to get better.  Which basically that is all i really want right now at this moment in time. but on the brightside I got a letter from my best friend today :)
<------- i love letters:)
     These letters make my day, it stinks that i had to move away but i am lucky to still be in touch with my best friend, who is basically my favorite person next to Santa Claus.  

Let it begin....

OK so I'm Awkward. Like way awkward. 

   I biff it down AND up the stairs

P.S i don't have a beard...no worries....its just the picture...

    Story time: so I'm walking up the stairs with one of my best friends; lets call him/her Fredmelda. So me and Fredmelda are walking and talking and you know, trying to act cool when out of nowhere i FACEPLANT down the stairs. My boot that i have to where for my stupid feet. {only 2 more weeks left:)} had tripped me resulting in the best fall ever known to mankind. Fredmelda helped me up and we both were laughing so hard we were crying.  I have learned that it is far easier to laugh at yourself than to cry about yourself. its a good thing i figured that out otherwise i would be crying NON-STOP because i am always doing hilariously clumsy, awkward, strange things that often times normally wouldn't really help me in the "friend" department; luckily i have found people like Fredmelda who are just as incredibly strange as I am. And i am so incredibly thankful that i have. 

    Sarah=)