Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy New Year!

Happy new year, Bloggers!!!!
I'll try and keep this entry brief, as I'm not really feeling up to prattling on the way I usually do.
But can you blame me?  I'm so tired!
I've been awake all year..!
So basically, I hope that this year brings you 100 times the happiness that last year has and that we'll all still be alive for the next new years celebrations!
Well, it's 1:11am, 01/01/2011.  Surely that's a sign that I should go to bed.
I bid thee farewell.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

We Are All Going To Die.

Wow.  I am terrible at thinking of appropriate blog titles.
But now that I have your attention...
...
If there's one thing that today has taught me, it's that no matter how brilliantly your day is going, all it takes is one piece of news to turn everything around.
Well, of course I've already learned this lesson; but today's happenings sure reinforced it within my mind.  It's amazing how one piece of information can effect so many things:
The emotions experienced by the people around you, the heart rates/blood pressure of the people around you, the number of smiles visible on the faces of those around you, the general mood of the venue in which the piece of information was shared (with the people around you), sometimes even the weather!  (Have you ever noticed that approximately 99.9% of bad news is delivered when it's raining?  What is with that..!  Perhaps if we found some way of preventing rain from falling, bad things would just stop happening altogether..  *strokes chin*)

I am aware that all this ambiguity is probably driving you nuts, but this entry is not so much about what actually happened today, but rather the things I learned as a result of it.  ..I think..
But of course I can only be sure once I've written some more, as quite a lot of my blog entries tend to make a series of abrupt topic-changes before I make my point;  that is, of course, if I have a point to make.

Another thing that was reinforced by today's happenings is that you can never be sure when a person leaves, whether or not you will get to see them again.  I have been paranoid about this ever since learning the hard way that sometimes you don't get to say goodbye.  As a result of this, every time somebody important to me leaves the room, I can't help but wonder if it will be the last time I see them alive.  Therefore, I always take extra care when bidding them farewell, as I don't want the last thing I ever say to them to be something like "Make sure you get the Fancy Feast brand of cat food.  It's the only thing he'll eat."

But, since this isn't the most cheerful of topics, I will now change it.

On my desk watching me type is a pink, cross-eyed, plastic rabbit named Rupert, who performs backflips when you wind him up.  It amazes me how he manages to land perfectly on his little pink, plastic feet at the end of each and every backflip.  Rupert, I looove you.
You're such a good listener.  (Lolol, because of the ears.  And the fact that you're a plastic toy that can't tell me to shut up.)



Aaaand once again I have failed to reach a sensible conclusion and clearly communicate my point.  However, I will say this:
Tell people who are important to you how much you appreciate them.  People like knowing that they are appreciated, and they can't always figure it out for themselves.  Plus, it will make them feel a whole lot more confident.
And you can rest assured that if they die (God rest their souls), at least they will have died knowing how you feel about them!  (What can I say; my display name is Optimistically cynical..)
So it's a win-win situation:
Those close to you will feel good about themselves knowing that they have had a positive influence on your life, AND, you will feel good knowing that those close to you know how much they mean to you! ... :D

So, I guess we are nearing the end of this blog entry..  But before I go, I would just like to sincerely thank you for reading and sharing the journey with me - and if you enjoyed this one, by all means, feel free to read the rest!
..Who knows?  Maybe this will be the last entry I ever compose..
;)

Sunday, December 26, 2010

If I Were a Hobo..

♪ If I were a hobo, na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na, oh, I'd have all the money in the world-
Wait...  That song is terrible.  And completely contradictory when you switch the words "rich girl" for "hobo".
...
This entry was inspired by a conversation that I had earlier today with a good friend of mine who goes by the name "Jackie".  (Obviously her name has been changed to ensure her safety. (Or has it?))
Anywho, we were discussing whether or not we would allow a hobo to sleep on our couch and the reasoning behind our answers.  We both answered similarly, saying we would most probably let them, but we would hide all valuable possessions in our bedroom and lock the door behind us to ensure that no stealing/raping/murdering would take place in the time that they were living under our roof.  But of course we would do this unbeknownst to the hobo, because just imagine how awful they would feel if they knew that for the time they were in our hospitality we were taking extra caution.
Then we'd have a sad hobo on our hands, and that would be no fun at all.

"Jackie" then turned the conversation upside-down by asking me 'if I were a hobo, would I sleep on a stranger's couch?'  My initial answer to this question was yes, but I'd analyse them first, just to get an idea of their general character and whether or not their intentions were pure.  I'd want to know whether they were offering me hospitality solely out of the kindness of their hearts, or whether they had other intentions..  You never know who you can trust in this world.
For instance:

  • They could be dirty criminals intending to harvest my organs and sell them on the black market.
  • They could kill me and turn my body into a life-sized doll.
  • They could lock me in a room and make me sacrifice something in order to regain my freedom.
  • They could dissect me in order to observe the differences between hobos and 'normal people'.
  • They could tie me down and force me to listen to annoyingly repetitive music.  (I won't mention any names...  Willow Smith.)
..But perhaps I just watch too many movies.  Perhaps there are no people out there who would even consider doing any of the things I've mentioned above.  And if that's the case, then absolutely!  I'd be delighted to rest my weary hobo-bones on their couch.
But then I started thinking; maybe hobo-Sarah would think differently.
In fact, hobo-Sarah would probably have an entirely different outlook on life.  Hobo-Sarah would probably just be grateful that a stranger had offered me a bed in the first place.
I guess we'll only find out for sure when I'm a hobo.

Now, for some audience participation:
If you were homeless and had to stand on a street corner holding a scrap of cardboard for passers-by to read, what would your cardboard say?  Be creative.  Comment.  I dare you.


Inspired?



So,
the moral of this post is:
If, in your travels, you stumble across a hobo, spare the poor coot some change.  Put yourself in their shoes/bare hobo-feet and imagine how you would feel were you in their situation.
Hobos are people too.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Soap: The Gift That Keeps On Giving.

I sometimes get these strange urges to write at even stranger hours..
So here I am at 12:39 in the morning (It's always bugged me that 'morning' begins at 12:00 as opposed to 1:00..  I like to think of 12 as an ending and 1 as a new beginning..  But that's somewhat irrelevant..) blogging about presents.
I guess it's not that bizarre a topic to be blogging about, as Christmas is just around the corner and my birthday has just passed.

Betwixt these two celebratory occasions, I am delighted to say that as of yet, I have not received any soap.
None whatsoever!
It is a sad truth that soap has become one of the most generic gifts in existence.  There are many conclusions one can draw as to the intentions of the giver of the soap, AKA: the soap dispenser.  (..See what I did there?)
Giving someone soap is essentially the same as saying:

  • "I don't know you well enough to buy a present that coincides with your best interests."
  • "You smell.  Please bathe more frequently."
  • "I'm too lazy to buy people gifts that are thoughtful."
  • "I'm a pervert and I want you to think of me as you bathe."

Unless of course it's bubble bath, as we all are aware that bubble bath is AWESOME.
Now, I'm not saying that I wouldn't be grateful if someone were to present me with a bar of soap for Christmas.  Hey, it's the thought that counts!  And I understand how hard Christmas shopping can be.  It's so stressful!  And I can see that soap is one of the safest things to buy for someone, because everybody bathes!
Even if they don't quite as regularly as they should..
I don't mean to discourage any of you readers from buying soap to give as gifts.  By all means, buy all the soap you can afford!  At least you can rest assured that your gift will be of use.
But at the end of the day, people will just be grateful that you made an effort.
They'll be flattered upon receiving a gift from you in the first place!
So, the moral of this blog entry is:
That Sarah is tired and not even sure as to whether or not this blog entry even has a moral..?  ..But if it had to have one, it would probably be:  Soap is good.  
Because it is.
Happy reading!
And merry Christmas! *<|:{D> Triple ho!
And if I don't get around to making another entry before the new year,
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Hell, while I'm at it, I might as well wish you a happy Easter as well!
And a merry Christmas in advance for next year!
...Aaand I'll stop now.
........Now.
...Nnnnnnnnnow.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

My Inner Chicken..?

"A blog entry a day keeps the boredom away." - Albert Einstein.
...What?  You don't believe me?
Einstein totally wrote that quote.

I can't believe it's nearly Christmas already.  It's been a whole freaking year since last Christmas.  I know I say this at the end of every year, but it's true!
I guess when I consider how much I've changed within the past 365 or so days it makes a little more sense.  Seriously, I'm like a new person.
Well, aside from my personality.  And my subtle weirdness.  And the size of my freakishly small toes.
This self-comparison is even more astounding when I think of how I was in grade 8.
I found a picture of my grade-8-self the other day, and I couldn't believe how round my head was.  I really don't remember my head ever being that round.  But I'm proud to say that it is now more egg-shaped.
Yes.  There is a chicken inside my head.
It's sad to think that this time next year I'll be thinking about moving out.
My inner chicken will be leaving the nest to find a new home and I'll find myself face to face with the future.  I don't know quite how I'll handle all the decision-making, as I am quite possibly the most indecisive person in the world.  I struggle with making even the tiniest decisions; like what to order for lunch..
And even then, I find myself wishing that I'd ordered the chicken salad instead of the toasted ham and cheese sandwich.
Oh God, I've been eating my own kind.
Note to self:  Stop eating chicken.

I guess all I can do is hope that I choose the right path and end up somewhere awesome.  But oh well.  Who knows what the future may hold..
...Seriously, who?  I've got some questions for them.

Eight Legged Freaks.

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." - Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Yeah, because that makes sense.
There are plenty of reasonable things to be afraid of.

Spiders, for instance.  Spiders terrify me.
There's a massive one currently residing in my bathroom.  Every time I go in there, I find him sitting by the sink facing the door.  Waiting for me.  With his hairy legs and fangs dripping with venom.  This has affected me to the extent that I have stopped using the bathroom altogether.
..But one can only constrain oneself from entering the bathroom for so long.  Eventually I will have to face my fears.
On the plus side, at least it still has all it's legs..  If there's one thing worse than a spider, it's a spider that's missing a couple of legs.  You never know where one might turn up..  I don't know about you, but I don't really enjoy finding spider legs at the bottom of my morning coffee.  Or my afternoon coffee.  ..If I drank coffee in the afternoons.  Hell, I rarely drink it in the mornings.  But if I did, I'd have reason to be paranoid..

Another thing I'm paranoid about is seating in restaurants.  If I don't get a seat with a wall directly behind it, I spend the remainder of my meal wondering if someone will attack me from behind.
..But that's another story. ;)

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Today's Favourite Song.

This morning I awoke to the sound of a nuclear reactor going into meltdown.  At first I was confused, but then I realised that it was merely my brother's alarm.
..So I went back to sleep.
I later woke up with the song "First Day of My Life" - Bright Eyes stuck in my head.  And I then realised that it's probably my favourite song.  Its film clip is so simple, but I think that's one of the reasons I love it so much.  Here's a link to the video so that you can watch it for yourself.  (There probably is some way of getting a video to appear in your blog, but since I'm a total noob to 'Blogger', you'll just have to settle for links for the time being.) :P


After watching it I just can't help but smile.  
"But I'd rather be working for a paycheck, than waiting to win the lottery."
This line, to me, says "Don't leave me because you're not sure this is the best you can get; work with me on making this the best."  :3 It has a different sound to most other Bright Eyes songs..  But yeah, I guess you could say I like it.  Hehe.

In other news...  It's my birthday this Saturday!  Hip hip hoorayyyy.
:{{{{{D  I think that's worthy of a multi-stache.
Just sayin'.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

50 Things I Want to Do Before I Die:

  • Hitch a ride in a hot air balloon.
  • Learn how to take a compliment.
  • Build a snowman.
  • Go to a drive-in movie theatre.
  • Learn how to dance without looking like a complete loser.
  • Run a marathon.  Or walk a marathon.  ..Or hand a little cup of water to somebody in a marathon.
  • Learn to juggle 3 balls.
  • Create a game in VB that actually works.
  • Ride a camel.
  • Plant a sunflower garden.
  • Send a message in a bottle.
  • Grow abs.
  • Holiday in Japan.
  • Learn to bartend.
  • Win a game of Monopoly.
  • Learn to speak another language.
  • Milk a cow!
  • Ride a unicycle.
  • Learn to play the banjo!  Like a boss.
  • Grow a beard that is crazy delicious.
  • Go Skydiving!
  • Attend a Soundwave Festival.
  • Release an album.
  • Kiss in the rain.
  • Donate blood.
  • Go Zorbing!
  • Open a Fish'n'Chip shop in New Zealand.
  • Ride an elephant.
  • Paint a self-portrait.
  • Tickle an emo kid.
  • Fly a kite. 
  • Knit a sweater.
  • Find out who really stole the cookie from the cookie jar.  (Damnit, it's gone on for long enough!)
  • Get married. :D
  • Have babies.
  • Solve a Rubik's Cube.
  • Find a hairstyle that actually suits me. >_<
  • Solve a mysterious mystery.
  • Swim with dolphins.
  • Ride a bicycle over the moon.
  • Learn how to make banana bread!
  • Umm...  Complete this list?  (Only 8 to go!)
  • Ride a unicorn.
  • Paint a mural.
  • Invent a new type of cheese.
  • Have a pet owl.
  • Meet all my favourite musicians.
  • Get a tattoo...  Maybe.
  • Become an old lady.
  • Own a scooter named Sasha.
I MADE IT TO 50!  Hope you enjoy. :)

And Yet Another Day Draws to a Close.

Ok, so I've only had a blog  for a day and already I've posted 3 ..Er, 4 entries.  Why?  I have no idea.  I guess it's just kind of cool to think that someone, somewhere is reading this and thinking of me. :3
But I promise that this will be my last entry for today.
That's a pretty easy promise to keep, considering that it's 11:43pm right now.
I think I can make it 'til morning without posting another entry.
Wait.  Why am I even awake?
I have a nice comfy bed waiting for me..  Why am I so obsessed with documenting my thoughts for strangers to read?  I guess that's just what holidays do to you.  ..And by 'you', of course I mean 'me'.
Well, I should probably go to bed now.  I can hear it calling out to me.  And that's probably not a very good thing.
Goodnight, readers.

And if I were to die in my sleep, I merely hope that you would remember me as a pretty cool person.
But I guess you would have no way of knowing for certain whether or not I've actually died..
You can just assume that I'm dead if I haven't posted any new entries for a couple of weeks.
..But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The Little Things.

Whenever I'm having a bad day, I find it always helps to stop and notice all the little things - The simple joys in life that make each day special.
Sometimes these things can be as simple as the smell of rain, or that feeling of satisfaction you experience after stepping on a really crunchy leaf.
Anywho, I'm in one of my weird 'reflective' moods and I just thought I'd share some of the awesomely random things that have happened this week:

  • I hi-fived a baby.
  • Saw an old couple holding hands in the park. (Audience participation: "Aww")
  • Watched my baby cousin get yelled at by an abusive garden gnome.
  • Walked along the beach at night with someone amazing.
  • Realised that I can still remember the words to a song I haven't heard in years.
  • Danced around in the backyard.
  • Caught up with an old friend.
  • Had a D&M.
  • Gorged myself on Ferrero Rochers. <3
  • Actually finished a bar of soap.
  • Finished watching the 8th season of Scrubs. :3
  • Drove around looking at Christmas lights.
  • Received a really sweet text.
  • Made a new friend.
  • Watched 'Inception'. (AWESOME)
  • Baked cookies with someone incredible.
  • Learned to play "Never Gonna Give You Up" - Rick Astley on guitar. >:)
  • Blown up a MASSIVE beachball.
  • Had a barbecue with some people that I haven't seen for almost a year.
  • Observed how much my baby cousin has changed since I last saw him. (HE HAS TEETH NOW).
  • Received a letter in the mail.
  • Met someone with a strong Irish accent.
  • Bought some new pants. (They're pretty cool).
  • Hung out with some awesome people at a Christmas party.
  • Patted a llama!!!!!
  • Got bitten on the nose by a duck.  (Only softly.. I think it liked me.. :3 That's probably just how ducks show their affection.)
  • Sat around a bonfire.
It's been a good week!

Friday, December 10, 2010

Last-Minute Collage.

So now that I have my very own blog, I have no idea what to write about.
Err...
Okay, since 'Blogger' is a place of sharing, I will share with you a random John Wolesly-style collage that I made earlier this year. :D
"The Circle of Life" *cue song from The Lion King* was my chosen phenomena for this piece, and I have stuck with it pretty much all year.  The series of drawings/etchings in the bottom-left corner depict the transformation of caterpillars into butterflies.
The clock in the upper-left corner symbolises the shortness of life and the uncertainty of just how long it will last.  The poem in the centre of the clock reads:
"The clock of life is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop,
At late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own:
Live, love, work with a will.
Place no faith in tomorrow, for -
The clock may then be still."
Pretty deep, right? ;P

The yellow pentagram-type symbols were printed using a rubber-stampy-thing that I made.  Each point of the star symbolises an element and the lines are all connected to represent the continuity of life.
The cogs in the bottom-right corner are also symbolic of the continuity of life, and also how we depend on certain things to keep us alive.  If one cog was to stop turning, the rest would too.
The foetus symbolises new life and its umbilical cord is connected to the branch of a tree to show the bond between man and nature.
I used trees as a means of connecting everything in the collage.

There's some other stuff, but I have to go to a Christmas party shortly, so I should probably start getting ready, lol.
Overall, I had fun making this :P but my time-management skills are pretty darn terrible.
The end product was the result of some veeeery late nights/early mornings.

The End is Nigh.

2012
I can't wait!
Now, I know what you're thinking: "WHAT!  Why on earth would you be excited about 'the end of the world as we know it'?"  Well, my answer is plain and simple.  Just imagine all the crazy end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it parties!
But I don't think it will be quite like what happens in the movie "2012"..  As a matter of fact, I don't think anything will happen at all.  But I do think that the days leading up to 21/12/2012 will be filled with chaos and madness; and this is because of our paranoia - the "what if" that is quietly eating away at our brains.  "What if 'the world as we know it' (whatever the hell that means) will come to an end in 2012?!"  And for this reason, I predict that civilisation will completely fall apart and people will be doing all the crazy things they always wanted to do, but were too afraid of the consequences.
But one thing is for sure:
If we make it to the 22nd of December, 2012, and 'the world as we know it' still hasn't come to an end, we're going to wish it had.  The planet will be a wreck, everyone will be extremely hungover, and approximately 20% of young people will be either pregnant (not the guys, hopefully) or dead as a result of the courageous acts of stupidity they performed the day before.