She speaks...

Thursday, November 6, 2003 06:27 p.m.
If you are looking for me, you can find me HERE. Just in case you were looking for me. -Sarah, a changed woman. Definitely for the better.

Sunday, August 25, 2002 02:04 p.m.

Friday, June 7, 2002 07:59 a.m.
Sorry for the absence! ^_^; Been *VERY* busy at work, and out too late for too many evenings to post. ^_^;;; In any case, I'll try to be better - but no guarantees, as day camp is rapidly approaching at work, and that means I will be up to my eyebrows in rugrats (gotta love 'em) until early August. That makes for one tired Sarah.

Tuesday, May 28, 2002 02:45 p.m.

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Thursday, May 23, 2002 10:15 p.m.
Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see Believe me

It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me

Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Fantasy, it gets the best of me
When I'm sailing
All caught up in the reverie, every word is a symphony
Won't you believe me?

Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Well it's not far back to sanity, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find serenity
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see
Believe me

Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free
~"Sailing", Christopher Cross

Don't know why this particular song was on my mind tonight. Maybe because I was thinking about the summer I was twelve, almost half my lifetime ago. I spent that summer moping at Houghton Lake, angry at my family for making me live there with my mom and my brother for the summer... my dad came up on weekends when he wasn't working. I missed my friends and wanted to be home with them. There wasn't anyone my age near where we lived up there... I think I gave my mom a lot gray hair that summer. To get me out of it (her hair I mean) my folks signed me up for sailing lessons at a nearby lake that offered them. A pontoon took us out to an island early each morning, and we spent the morning taking swimming lessons and the afternoon learning to sail small Sunfish sailboats. We were small enough... you could cram four kids on one of those things. Now, two adults is doable, but a crowd. They're almost meant for one... and that's the way I sailed, when I was twelve. I can still feel wind in my face and the water splashing against the "sides" of the "boat" - which is actually more like a surfboard on steroids. The sail was rainbow colored, and I loved it. And I treasured my solitude, after weeks of being cooped up in that tiny cabin with my mom and my then-eight-year-old brother. I never sailed that boat more than a half mile away from our dock... but sometimes I swear I was a million miles away.

Wednesday, May 22, 2002 12:32 p.m.

Tuesday, May 21, 2002 10:57 p.m.

Which Evangelion Child Are You?

Tuesday, May 21, 2002 10:52 p.m.

A woman trapped in a girl's body (or a girl trapped in a woman's mind?), you are bursting with inspiration, dreams and abilities! You hold the simple belief that nothing can stand in your way, giving you the courage to move forward and pursue your desires. However, because your view of the world is so simple, you often overlook life's necessary little details. Don't get too swept away by your dreams that you forget to look at what's right in front of you. Which Love Hina Girl Are You?

Tuesday, May 21, 2002 10:24 p.m.
Fun quiz:

I may seem: pretty average and straight-laced.
But I really am: ...kind of a freak.
People who know me think I'm: pretty nice with a strange weird streak.
If you knew me you'd probably: think I was pretty weird.
Sometimes I feel: extreme highs and lows.
My days are: Saturday and Sunday, definitely.
In the morning I: drag myself out of bed and go to work.
In school I think: School? What school? :D
I like to sleep: surrounded by pillows and with fluffy blankets. And with my stuffed tiger.
If I could be doing anything right now I would be: on vacation.
Money: is something I worry about a lot.
One thing I wish I had is: completed camp curriculum for work.
One thing I have that I wish I didn't is: about 40 pounds of extra weight. :P
All you need is: love!
All I need is: Dan! :D
If I had one wish it would be: for the continued health and happiness of myself and my friends and loved ones.
When I look in the mirror I see: just me, usually. But sometimes that gangly 13-year-old with greasy brown hair and bad acne comes back to mess with my mind.
Love is: comforting and fulfilling.
My body is: not perfect, but still mine.
If an angel flew into my window at night I would: be pretty scared, I think.
If a demon crashed into my window I would: be pretty scared, I think.
If I could see one person right now it would be: Dan!
Something I want but I don't really need is: a new computer.
Something I need but I don't really want is: to finish a bunch of little projects at work.
I live for: simple pleasures and the company of family and friends.
I dare you all to: spend a significant amount of time alone with yourself and your thoughts.
I am afraid of: flying things that sting.
It makes me angry when: people are racist and/or have blind hate for people who are different from them.
I dream of: fictional encounters with people I know IRL.
I daydream about: the distant future and what my life will be like then.

Tuesday, May 21, 2002 09:35 p.m.
Today I:
Ate a mango
Cuddled my kitties
Talked to Meghan
Talked to Melanie
Had a productive work day
Decided to stop stressing about paying for Japan and just find a way to make it happen
Had a sizeable chunk of downtime

What a pleasant evening to follow up my even more pleasant weekend! Things really do seem to be looking up.

Saturday, May 11, 2002 10:24 p.m.
Off to Dallas til Thursday night! ^_^ Have fun, all!

Tuesday, May 7, 2002 10:42 p.m.
Suppose I said
I am on my best behavior
And there are times
I lose my worried mind?

Would you want me when
I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?

Suppose I said
Colors change for no good reason
And words will go
From poetry to prose

Would you want me when
I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?

And I, in time, will come around
I always do for you

Suppose I said
You're my saving grace

-'Not Myself', John Mayer

Tuesday, May 7, 2002 10:17 p.m.

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Tuesday, May 7, 2002 09:51 p.m.
"I'm never speaking up again, it only hurts me." - John Mayer

Apartment woes... what to do should Sangita be allergic to the kitties, what to do should she not be, where to go, how much to spend, whether to stay right here... *SIGH* I wish I could just move in with Dan. It would make both of our lives so much easier. And we could start saving for a house. But woe is us, my parents are hopelessly old fashioned and would certainly disown me if I were to do such a thing. Yes, some might say, "Sarah, you're a grown up and you get to make the decisions about your life now..." and indeed I do. I am making the decision to keep my folks in my life, hopelessly old fashioned or not. "But Sarah, they'll get over it!" Have you MET my parents? They are not exactly reasonable people regarding... well... me. My brother? Perfectly reasonable regarding him. Me? I induce "FirstBornBabyGirl* instincts in them that are entirely irrational. Heck, they're upset because I live in Ypsilanti, for crying out loud. "But it's not SAFE!!! You shouldn't live in a building with eviction notices and broken down cars in the parking lot!" ... *sigh* ._. But I love them. And I'll follow the rules in this instance, as I doubt it's something they'd get over in this lifetime. But if my brother ends up moving in with his someday-fiancee before their wedding someday, so help me.... *shakes fist*

Monday, May 6, 2002 10:41 p.m.

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Monday, May 6, 2002 10:03 p.m.
Now Playing: John Mayer, 'Room for Squares', specifically, '83'. What a thought provoking song.

"And these days, I wish I was six again
Oh, make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman
Oh, if only my life were more like 1983
All these things would be more like they
Were at the start of me
Had it made in 83..."

*sigh* Except for the fact that in 1983, I was four and not six, it really is a wonderful portrait of current feelings. Hooray for red capes, and hooray for a childhood from the 1980s. I really feel like it was a good time to be growing up. And I *like* my status as falling somewhere between GenX and GenY. Comes with the whole 'being born in 1979' thing. True, my current status and the fact that most of GenY is just getting out of high school or still in it places me more squarely with the GenX crowd (not to mention that Dan is without a doubt GenX). But falling on the border is an interesting place to be. When I was a little kid, I was too young to be part of GenX - those were big kids and teenagers! Practically grown-ups at the time. Little did I know that technically, I was part of that crowd. 3-10 year age gaps are so much bigger when you're a little kid. They shrink exponentially as you get older, I've discovered. That doesn't make it okay for teenagers to date people 10 years their seniors, but I digress. Riding the generation line is a fun place to be - you really get the best of both worlds. ^_^ And I wouldn't change when I grew up for anything in the world. My childhood was a good place to be, for all of its faults and difficulties. I was safe and happy, with two loving parents who are still *together*. An atypical childhood, sadly, but still mine. Mine, with its Care Bears and Rainbow Brite and Teddy Ruxpin and Wuzzles and He-Man and Star Wars and Popples and Dino Riders and My Little Ponies and Beverly Cleary books and Babysitters Club. Mine, with the trips my parents took us on and the metal swing set in the back yard and Schwinn bicycles and the Radio Flyer wagon and the 'hideouts' all over the yard and at the lake and my Winnie the Pooh comforter and that clown lamp my brother was scared of at night. Mine, with its schoolyard spats and treetop friendships and reading in the living room window and fights with Mom and imaginary friends and real friends both kept and lost through time.

I claim my childhood. It is my own.