Threeee.

Day 3. A picture and/or description of your favorite place in your world. And I’m not talking about like France or Greece. I’m talking somewhere you visit daily or atleast fairly often.

I didnt ponder this question for long, the answer came to mind almost instantly;
My room.

I spent so much time planning, and changing my room to make it the way it is now, which is perfect. I grew up afraid of living in the basement, and afraid of moving downstairs on my own. I finally came to terms with those fears, and moved my butt down stairs. It started out as just any old room, but over my high school years I have changed, and so has my room. I am imensly happy with what it is now. Weird to be so obsessed with a room, right? It's my sanctuary, and when I need somewhere to think and collect myself it's where I go. It's not just my bedroom, it's more than that. I'll document some of the changes that have taken place over the years.

You can ignore my crazy sister, and look behind her. My room started out like that 4 years ago. A tiny log twin bed. Ugly white walls and nasty gray carpet.

About a year after that I bought my dream bed from a friend for about 1/3 of the original price. Yet the walls and carpet remained the same; BLAH.
About a year later we painted the house, including my room. I painted it yellow and got the bedding you'll see in the last picture. I thought I was happy with my room. Until the fateful day that an old friend of mine put his head through my wall. We then found out I had water damage, and tore the wall out. His stepdad helped us patch it up. Because of that my room is now a dream.

After fixing the wall, I got to repaint. I chose my favorite color greeen. From there it was easy, I knew exactly what I wanted. Not going to lie, I'm weird. I'm 17 years old and my room has a theme. The theme? Black and white and green. For the most part I live by that theme, therefore making my room home.

I've spent countless hours cleaning, and changing all the intricate details, and I am perfectly happy with the way my room looks now. (:

Dos.

Day 2. A picture of one of your celebrity crushes and 5 things you would do with/to them. No questions asked.

Mmm, this is harrrd. There are so many hott celebs. It's kind of a toss up... Winner is;
Chace Crawford. Oh, what a babe.

Things we would do;
1. Have coffee in New York, chat it up. We'd go to one of those fancyshmancy places he always takes girls to on Gossip Girl. We'd flirt, make googly eyes, you know the norm.

2. After coffee he'd show me around New York, starting in Times Square.

3. Then we'd go shopping for a wonderful dress for #4. And he'd pick me out something amazing.

4. We'd go to a movie premire, get dressed up all fancy like.

5. Then we'd go back to his place and watch movies and drink warm drinks and cudddle allllll night.

So that is definietly my biggest dream..

Runners up;
Ashton Kutcher

&& Shia LaBeouf

Can someone please tell me why real guys dont look like this?

30 day challenge. (:

Lately I've seen a lot of blogs with this "30 day challenge", which is basically a question for each day. So I decided I take a crack at it. Why not? Here goes.

Day 1.
Your name and 5 things about you that no one really knows, in no particular order;

Hey, I'm Sarah. In case you didnt catch that already.

1. I cant stand posers. You know, those people who pretend to be someone they're definetly not. When I see that I almost feel sorry for that person. Be proud of who you are, people!

2. I want to go into the hair bussiness. Yaknow, beauty school? Eventually I want to own my own salon and be wildly successful. Ha

3. My best friend is a 4 year old. You think I'm kidding, right? Well I sort of am. But seriously though, I spend more time with this kid than just about anyone else. I love him to death and I'm so glad I still get to see him and his family. Looove them.

4. I HAAATE being lied to. I cant stand it. It makes me want to give said liar a swift kick to the face.

5. I still sleep with a nightlight. I dont like the dark, sue me.

So, that was day one. Hopefully I can keep up on this for the next 30 days. (:

Classic, or not?

Back in the day everyone knew the classics; Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Aerosmith, AC/DC, and many more. But what about the classics today? Are there any? I don't really know, nor can I think of any. When you ponder the music of the current generation, what comes to mind? Britney Spears, Christina Agulira, Miley Cyrus? God forbid those names be considered classics? Is that what really want our kids to look back on and say 'oh yeah, that's what our parents listened to.' Frankly, it's smut. If you listen to the lyrics of 2 out of the 3 songs we listen to on a daily basis, all you are going to hear is how, this guy wants to have sex with this girl, or how, this guys wants to drink and smoke all day. In the 60's through the 90's, or so, everyone had the same favorite bands, and the same taste in music. Now almost no one has the same taste, or favorites. Where did the classics go? Honestly, why can we not get over this shitty music hump, and go back to the classics that everyone likes.

Downer Day.

June 13, 2005; One of the hardest days of my life. It was retched, horrid, and terrifying. It was the day my uncle died. I wont rehash any of the details, but it wasnt pleasant. Point is, today is the 5th aniversary of his death. While it is most definetly not a day to celebrate, it's also not a day to forget.
I've spent the past 5 years thinking about him, nearly everyday. Each year I dread the looming days before the 13th. I know you're supossed to look for the positives in a dark sistuation, and remember the good times. But what if you were to young to remember most of them? Then what? That is where I stand.
I was in the 6th grade when he passed away, and I didnt see my uncle very often. I remember few things about him, but the things I do remember will hopefully never fade.
One of my favorite memories was a night that I was laying in my bed, playing with my Barbies, and unannounced to me, my uncle came over. I remember him storming my room and tackling me. He wouldnt let up once he started tickling me either, I am the most ticklish person. I remember lying there in a fit of laughter and forgetting my embarassment of someone finding me playing with my Barbies. But to this day, it's still one of the happiest, and most vauge memories I have.
I remember a few quirks about him too, like how he could never tell a joke without bursting in to hysterics before it was over. You had to tell him over and over again, stop laughing and finish the damn joke. Another is, he always left his car door open. You'd walk outside and know exactly which car was his, on account of the fact that the drivers side door would be wide open. He also never failed to give me a compliment. Whether it be that my hair looked pretty, or that I was looking thinner, he always had soemthing nice to say. Sure he was my uncle, but that wasnt why he did it. He truly meant everything he said.
I miss my uncle more than anything, and everyday I wish for him to be here with me again, or for me to at least have more memories of him. But I wanted to write this passage, in order to symbolize that I still think about him, and I still love him.
Rest In Peace Uncle Garth, I love you.