<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359</id><updated>2011-08-27T03:45:17.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smara's Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-9115008526312132325</id><published>2010-06-17T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:36:33.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long story short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/TBqirW02dXI/AAAAAAAAALU/WmrWZVmTG-g/s1600/me+and+john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483874362022327666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/TBqirW02dXI/AAAAAAAAALU/WmrWZVmTG-g/s320/me+and+john.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guys! I know it's been a while, I even started a new blog and everything..but remember John from Drama Fest last year? Well, we were together for 8 months and we broke up right after Christmas. The reasons were good, and we never stopped being like best friends. But...I'm still in love with him...and his mother still talks to me all the time...and the other day we were talking on Facebook and we are currently planning for my friend Craig and I to go and surprise John. His mom's so excited and she thinks he'll love it. And I'm seriously thinking about telling him how I feel. I want to tell him I love him. Does anyone have any input on this? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-9115008526312132325?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/9115008526312132325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=9115008526312132325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/9115008526312132325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/9115008526312132325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-story-short.html' title='Long story short'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/TBqirW02dXI/AAAAAAAAALU/WmrWZVmTG-g/s72-c/me+and+john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-4229421679045252898</id><published>2009-05-13T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:49:11.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've realized that most of my friends are either older or younger than me, or not even in my school. It's kind of odd, to be honest. But I guess it's a good thing to have friends all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I haven't been in school a full day since last Wednesday. Today my doctor sent me to get chest x rays and blood work. Thankfully, everything came back okay and I should be back in school tomorrow. Wish me luck, because I heard that the honor's theatre list is going to be posted up tomorrow, and I'm sure I've got a whole lot of work to catch up on after missing an entire week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go to youth group tonight :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;-Smara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-4229421679045252898?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4229421679045252898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=4229421679045252898&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4229421679045252898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4229421679045252898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3690500373065509918</id><published>2009-05-10T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:59:31.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's day!</title><content type='html'>I've been sick since Thursday. Finally I'm feeling a bit better, but I'm still fighting a wretched cough. I'm going to the movies later with my mom and grandma to see Obsessed. My friend Kelly informed me that it's really a great movie. Happy mother's day! Go tell your how much you love her :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3690500373065509918?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3690500373065509918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3690500373065509918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3690500373065509918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3690500373065509918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='mother&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3768269287380100214</id><published>2009-05-08T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:56:16.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought the Jack's Mannequin CD today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SgSOOUa4KsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oD9T6IYw41o/s1600-h/the+glass+passenger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333544235364264642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SgSOOUa4KsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oD9T6IYw41o/s320/the+glass+passenger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finalllly.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i love them &lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3768269287380100214?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3768269287380100214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3768269287380100214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3768269287380100214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3768269287380100214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-bought-jacks-mannequin-cd-today.html' title='I bought the Jack&apos;s Mannequin CD today.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SgSOOUa4KsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oD9T6IYw41o/s72-c/the+glass+passenger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3233544559356435405</id><published>2009-05-06T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:57:36.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roasted marshmellows and smelling like smoke</title><content type='html'>There was a bonfire at my pastor's house tonight. Basically everyone from my youth group was there. We all just sat by the fire making s'mores and hanging out. It was pretty relaxing and I absolutely love everyone who decided to attend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Tiemen and John want me to go with them to see a Taking Back Sunday show on June 24. I hope I can go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3233544559356435405?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3233544559356435405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3233544559356435405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3233544559356435405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3233544559356435405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/roasted-marshmellows-and-smelling-like.html' title='Roasted marshmellows and smelling like smoke'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-6570853656764096608</id><published>2009-05-03T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T05:46:53.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart roars like a lion at what they've done to us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SgV7ISmd1MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/m8-X3gppwqk/s1600-h/john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333804716052567234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SgV7ISmd1MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/m8-X3gppwqk/s320/john.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I might have a slight crush on John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stop thinking about him, and whenever Myspace tells me I have a comment from him, a smile immediately appears on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-6570853656764096608?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6570853656764096608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=6570853656764096608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6570853656764096608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6570853656764096608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-roars-like-lion-at-what-theyve.html' title='The heart roars like a lion at what they&apos;ve done to us.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SgV7ISmd1MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/m8-X3gppwqk/s72-c/john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-4161235768557424364</id><published>2009-05-02T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T06:27:19.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Fest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We left the school about 7:45am, over 50 of us cramped in one single bus, forcing some of us to have to squeeze 3 in a seat. I sat with this girl Shaina who I didn't really know before the bus ride, and my best friend Mikaela. Across from us was Bruce, Matt and Jimmy. We spent the whole ride there singing random songs like Low by Flo-rida and Scotty Doesn't Know from the movie Eurotrip. Although Bruce, Matt and Jimmy decided to change the words to "Sara doesn't know" at times... Haha they're such goons. We even sang The Wheels On The Bus at one point; Mairi, Shaina, Mikaela, me, Nick, Emily, and Macey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once we finally arrived, the first thing we did was go straight to the auditorium for an opening speech and then we watched 3 schools perform a few scenes from their spring play before we went on stage for our performance of Alice In Wonderland. I sat next to Bruce and Mikaela, and Bruce decided he wanted to lay his head on my shoulder for the first 3 plays. By the time it got to be our turn, I was so nervous I felt sick. I don't know why I was nervous, I never get nervous anymore. But perhaps it's because we had never performed on this stage, and we changed so much of our play for it to fit into our mandatory time span of 20 minutes. Anyways, it was time for our performance and even though Ashley messed up one of her lines and Nick broke a teacup during the tea party scene, it was a huge success. I was so glad because being on this stage was quite strange for me.. it was a lot smaller than the stage I'm used to performing on, much closer to the audience, and when you look out into the audience from on the stage, you can't see anything. You feel like nobody is watching you and you're in a black room. That was the part that freaked me out the most. But the only thing that kept me going was the fact that every single person in there was laughing histerically at everything we did, singing when we played music, and cheering throughout our whole performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After we performed our play, it was time for lunch. I sat with 4 of my theatre teachers, Mikaela, Kelsey, Ashley and Tiffany. Oh- I forgot to mention, during one of the performances (it was about a chain letter and it was absolutely hilarious) Mikaela and I recognized this kid we met 2 years ago at Generation Conference and haven't seen since. His name is John. And sure enough, when he came over to our table during lunch time, it was most definitely him. From the moment he said hi to us, he was cracking jokes left and right and had absolutely everyone in a fit of laughter. So of course, Mikaela and I had to hang out with him and his best friend Tiemen the rest of the day. After lunch, we went out into the foyer where everyone was playing "Baby do you love me?" It's this really awkward, yet super fun game where everyone stands in a circle and the person who is 'it' has to go up to someone, preferably someone you don't know, and say "Baby do you love me?" in any possible way you can, just to get that person to laugh, without any physical contact of course. If the person can't respond with "Baby I love you but I just can't smile" while keeping a straight face, it's their turn to be 'it'. Mikaela and I aren't too fond of that game because of how awkward it can get sometimes, so we ran into the middle of the circle and sat on the floor, explaining to everyone that we were in the cookie jar. Within seconds, we had a whole bunch of kids on the floor with us, including John, who decided we should all have a really intense game of Duck, Duck, Goose. And trust me, it &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; quite intense!!! Soon after, we were all told to go back into the auditorium to watch a few of the other schools perform. John made everyone move so he could sit next to me, and Mikaela was sitting next to Tiemen. They were talking in gibberish and the only part I could understand is John asking Tiemen what he thought of us, and then John saying that we're "fine" and "hot" hahaha. Before the performances the four of us started a huge wave and the "we will rock you" boom, boom, clap thing. John sang at the top of his lungs :) And again, the performances themselves were HILARIOUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333815062234643090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SgWEihIfupI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7jcVdfYWPcE/s320/john+and+tiemen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After this, we had our first workshop. A few of the schools went to see the judge, who told us we were his favorite performance of all!!! And throughout the whole day, everyone there kept talking about how AWESOME "Alice In Wonderland" was! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then Mikaela, Kelsey, Ashley and I went to this other workshop called "Basic Contact Improvisation" ...it was nothing like we expected, but it was still pretty fun. Then, John and Tiemen came towards the end and Jon taught me how to waltz. Yes, we were dancing together across the stage, in front of everybody.. ;) During this time, Kelsey and Ashley left us so me and Mikaela hung out with John and Tiemen for a bit before we decided to go to the acting workshop that had to do with diction and how if you base each line on the person your talking to, your expression of intent will turn out awesome and it'll make you look really good on stage. Mikaela and I grouped up with this kid named Eric, and this girl who I never quite found out her name. But she did Shrek as a musical at her school, which I thought was the coolest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the acting workshop, it was time for dinner and this time I just sat with Ashley, Kelsey and Mikaela. Then we went outside where there was this huge circle of people singing, clapping and dancing and playing this game. I'm not sure what the name of the game is, but the words to the song are "Ride, ride, ride the pony. Ride, ride, ride the pony. Ride, ride, ride the pony. This is how we do it! Front to front to front my baby. Back to back to back my baby. Side to side to side my baby. This is how we do it!" Before I actually joined in to play the game, I was standing outside of the circle with some friends and just smiling. This is one of those games where you can watch and you'll still have fun. But once I joined, it was seriously the most fun game I have ever played. Hahaha then we all played Simon Says because everyone got tired hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then it was time for the college to perform their whole play, Into The Woods. To be honest, it wasn't the best performance I'd ever seen and by this time we were all super tired so it was hard to enjoy it. After their play, we went out into the hallway and it was time to leave. John was riding on Tiemen's back and they were chasing me across the hallway and almost into the bathroom because John said he had to show me something. I came back out of the bathroom, and DZ was getting kind of impatient because she had been waiting for me, Mikaela, Ashley and Kelsey so we could leave. So instead of John showing me how amazing he can play the piano, we were told to say our goodbyes so we could leave. I hugged John about 4 times, both of us saying we were going to cry cause we were going to miss eachother so much. Then Mikaela, John, Tiemen and I had this massive group hug, and then Tiemen hugged me again. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bus ride home was so uncomfortable - Mikaela, Ashley and I were forced to sit on the floor in the aisle because there was literally no room left in the seats. I spent my ride home with Sam almost in my lap, sleeping, Bruce and Matt dibbsing me for prom and senior ball in the next couple of years, and half asleep myself. We finally got back to the school around 11:45 so I didn't actually get home until around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is Casey's senior ball. She's bringing Nate as her date, so that should be cute. I believe I'm going to the march around 6. So I should probably get going on my english homework. Have a lovely Saturday, ladies and gents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss John and Tiemen a whole lot :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm not tired and I'm not yawning. I just want to put my arm around you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-4161235768557424364?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4161235768557424364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=4161235768557424364&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4161235768557424364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4161235768557424364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/drama-fest.html' title='Drama Fest!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SgWEihIfupI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7jcVdfYWPcE/s72-c/john+and+tiemen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-9166828758502116398</id><published>2009-04-27T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:45:46.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE PLACES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know how else to describe how amazing both nights of Alice In Wonderland went, other than to copy and paste a few of the comments I've recieved and sent to some of my friends afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you guys were great! the disturbia dance was one of my favorite parts!" -Mackenzie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You were amazingggg! I wanted to hug you but my dadddy was there to early :/" -Jackie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You did so so so good! :D I was there :D" -Melissa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Great job Cinque:) I loved it and am going again tonight.." -Chris, my second mom (Mikaela's mom)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good Job at the play!!Cinque! I bet it was a lot of fun putting it on. We wil be looking for our autographs on Sunday!!:)" -Lois &amp;amp; Pat (they go to my church)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I saw you at the play today!!! You were amazing and excellent!!! You were born to be a star!! When u were on stage.. I saw no one else!! Great job!!!! Will you be going to broadway? hehehe" -Christy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No problem! I enjoyed it.It was really good! And I loved everyones costumes!Great job!!! Good luck tonight." -Amanda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I sent this to Amanda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hey! Our second show was different than the first one, everything possible went wrong. But, it was still a great show because we're all absolutely amazing at improv.Hahahha thank God! Literally!The cast party was the most fun cast party I've ever been to. We always have our play cast parties at Liberty Lanes (the bowling alley in the village) but the majority of us didn't actually bowl. Instead, we just ate nachoes, pizza, cake and got all hyped up on mountain dew... Resulting in this MASSIVE game of truth or dare. It originally started out with me, and my friends Mikaela, Ashley, Mary, Mairi and her boyfriend Jimmy. But somehow, DZ (the director) got involved, and involved her son Scott, and his friend Kory, and Kory's mom, and then before we knew it... our little truth or dare circle migrated throughout all 5 adults, and a whole bunch more people in the cast joined in as well. The dares were crazy and hilariousssss, and we probably only had about 2 truths.HahahOh, and throughout the entire cast party, someone would just randomly yell "CHANGE PLACES!" so we'd all have to get up and move.Hahahhahaha it was awesomeeee!And of course I loved the flowers!!! They're beautiful! How'd you know my favorite color is orange!?!? :DI also ended up getting flowers from this kid I've known since kindergarten's mother, my friend Ed (who we all like to call Batman), my friend Alec, my daddy, my grandpa, and my little cousin Leah. She's 7. Haha and apparently afterwards, Leah rode home in the car with my grandparent's (her and her parents and 2 brothers came up from out of town to see my play and were staying at my grandparent's house) and I guess Leah told my grandma this outrageous story about how she played Snow White in her school's play, and my grandma was all upset we didn't know about it so she asked my aunt about it, and apparently Leah made it all up because she wanted to "have fun like me".HOW CUTE IS THAT?! Hahahah As you know, we did the school previews on Thursday and one of the little girls that goes to my church, her name is Maelin, she goes to one of the elementary schools we put on the preview for, and when she saw me at church on sunday she made this huge deal out of how I was in the play, and how much she totally admires me now. It was the cutest thing ever!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-9166828758502116398?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/9166828758502116398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=9166828758502116398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/9166828758502116398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/9166828758502116398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/change-places.html' title='CHANGE PLACES!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-7448159940107757789</id><published>2009-04-23T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:56:47.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALICE IN WONDERLAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We did the school previews today!!! We did three previews all together, 2 were for the elementary schools in the district and one was for the kids in my highschool. I'm not sure why we never do a preview for the middle school... Probably because we don't have enough time during the day. But! I got to miss all of my classes, which, I guess could be considered a good thing in a way :) Except... tomorrow I'm going to have a lot of catching up to do! As well as preparing and resting up before my play. Yup - that's right, the actual productions are tomorrow night and Saturday night. I wish all of you could come and see it! If I haven't mentioned it yet, my name is Cinque and I'm in 9 out of the 11 scenes of the play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, back to the preview. Fortunately, they all went really well! And surprisingly, I wasn't nervous at all!!! Just, EXCITED! I love performing on stage in front of an audience; it's such an adrenalin rush! The 2nd elementary school preview was my favorite, all the kids got so wild and into the production it was awesome!!! It made me smile to see hundreds of little kids from kindergarten to fifth grade dancing and even singing in their seats, trying to contain themselves from jumping on to the stage with us!!! It was lovely and I was happy to see my fifth grade teacher, whom I used to know as, Ms. M!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After all the play previews we had about a 30 - 40 minute break and then the whole cast had to come back to the auditorium for rehearsal from 3 - 5:30. We were all so exchausted from the day though, that we had to have a 10 minute yoga session with the lights off to get ourselves a bit more relaxed. Boy, did that feel good!!! Although, even after the yoga session was over, all of us were still incredibly tired. Most of us didn't even bother getting into character for the scenes we performed, and instead just said our lines monotone. But luckily, our awesome director, DZ, didn't care because she understood how exhausted we all are after a long day of 3 wonderful previews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still can't believe it was our last rehearsal though. Not just the last rehearsal for Alice In Wonderland, but it's the last rehearsal we'll have for the rest of this year!!! I'm going to miss it so much. All the fun times, the late nights, and the goofing around. It's hard for me to grasp that one of our best actors, Mairi, is graduating this year. I'm going to miss her so much!!! She's hilarious, and she's definitely got some true talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'll never forget all the extraordinarily fun times we've had during the rehearsals for these plays, and the friends I've made/grown closer with because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matt, Bruce, Travis G, Jimmy, Ellie, Morag, Mairi, Nuber, Nick, Cody, James, Cassie, Tasha, Jasmine, Fai, Christina, Mo, Katie, Kelli, Sam, Leanne, Elyssah, Casey H, and Megan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course, my &lt;em&gt;already &lt;/em&gt;best friends before the show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mikaela, Ashley and Shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopefully I'll update soon with pictures from the real production and the cast party!!! I love you all, and I thank you for reading my blog and being patient with my posts! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-7448159940107757789?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7448159940107757789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=7448159940107757789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7448159940107757789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7448159940107757789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='ALICE IN WONDERLAND'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-476469901118906954</id><published>2009-04-19T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:46:37.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's such a beautiful day today!!! I'm so glad everyday this past week has been so nice!!! It was a great way to spend spring break, even though I was stuck at home instead of at some luxurious resort or on some hot beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But anyways, I was helping my parents wash the screens for our porch today after church and after a bit, my dad went inside for a break so my mom and I were left to put the screens up by ourselves. And we were like, "Okay, we can do this! No biggie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there's this little knob you have to turn to lock the screen in on the top and on the bottom. And we were in the process of putting on one of the final screens, standing in our freshly growing garden surrounded by a short wall of rocks and stones. The screen we were attempting to put in at the moment happened to be the right corner screen. Earlier I had no problem jumping up and fixating the top knob, but this time was going to be a bit trickier for me because I had nothing to grab on to. But my mom, being the determined lady that she is, said to just grab on to her, and that I could do it. I was unsure of this, but I grabbed on to her anyways and proceeded to turn the top knob. BUT OF COURSE! It was an epic fail. I couldn't step up onto the ledge because it was so thin, and my mom didn't exactly realize that I'd be putting most of my body weight on her, so all of a sudden... we both collapsed and fell, in slow-mo, right on our backs. And of course, into a fit of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fortunately, neither of us got hurt, except for the few scratches on my left arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's my story of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Sunday, everyone! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-476469901118906954?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/476469901118906954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=476469901118906954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/476469901118906954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/476469901118906954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring cleaning :)'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-7791302050465682828</id><published>2009-04-18T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:49:51.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie tagged me! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fantasy Dinner Party Guest List!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which eight people, dead or alive, would you invite to your dinner party and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is easy. I would invite 8 homeless people, who have no means of getting food. I have always had this thing for helping the homeless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I shall tag...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two lovely ladies who go by the names of &lt;a href="http://ohsnapitsnatalie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://imaflightlessbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-7791302050465682828?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7791302050465682828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=7791302050465682828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7791302050465682828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7791302050465682828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/katie-tagged-me.html' title='Katie tagged me! :)'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5435189853165212845</id><published>2009-04-18T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:18:41.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring break is coming to an end..</title><content type='html'>Thursday I hung out with my friend Kelsey, she came over and we did some shopping and then went out to eat at Teddy's. I bought a Vera Bradley lunch box from Cornucopia, a tank top from Marshalls, and I saw my cousin Jenna while she was out for a walk with her friends. I miss her so much! :(&lt;br /&gt;After, when we got back to my house, we went for a walk to the sandlot, which is this place down the road from me that my daddy used to take me when I was little. We used to ride down on the my Uncle Frank's fourwheeler (this was way before we bought our own haha) and have picnics there. I'm excited because later today my dad and I are going for a ride on our fourwheeler, probably through the woods and the fields and stuff I'm going to learn how to drive :) I LOVE LIVING IN THE COUNTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I spent the night at Kelsey's house, and Friday we went for a walk and spent most of the day jumping on her trampoline, until I came home long enough to eat Subway and watch Legally Blonde. Which I decided is one of my favorite movies :) Then I went to my best friend Mikaela's house and hung out with her, James and Kelsey. We went for a walk and saw James's uncle's kittens! And of course, named every single one of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm talking to Josh - I missed him, he was on a missions trip to Texas this past week! So I must be going so he can tell me allll about it. Enjoy the rest of your break, lovelys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5435189853165212845?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5435189853165212845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5435189853165212845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5435189853165212845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5435189853165212845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-is-coming-to-end.html' title='Spring break is coming to an end..'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-1517695696952880902</id><published>2009-04-15T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:32:12.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If it means a lot to you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the mall with my mom, my grandma and my friend Casey yesterday. We spent most of the time in Macy's and Charlotte Russe. I picked out my prom dress. From the moment I looked at it I knew it was the one. Can you believe it? It's the first dress I try on, and prom isn't until November. But it's strapless, it' yellow, and it's gorgeous. Meaning, it's pure perfection. And I'm really happy with it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also bought a necklace, a headband, sunglasses, a tank top, a dress, a skirt, 2 pairs of capri pants, and a lacey vest from Charlotte Russe. Then we were hungry so we went out to eat at Panera Bread, where I ate the best chicken ceasar salad and toasted cheese sandwich I have ever tasted in my entire life. I also bought a 3 CD pack of MoTown music at Bed, Bath &amp;amp; Beyond. I love oldies!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Casey and I went over to this store called The Loft where I bought a white cardigan and afterwards we just sat outside laughing and being really obnoxious, and just enjoying the beautiful day we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we got home, Casey and I went over to my Aunt Cori and Uncle Frank's house where we had a humongous photo shoot. On the side of my aunt and uncle's house, they have a nice trail in their woods that leads to their backyard behind their fence and to the silo and a tiny barn. It's the house my daddy grew up in with his 2 sisters and 1 brother, so there is a ton of junk in the woods next to my aunt and uncle's house that no one ever bothered to move such as old, beat up trucks, John Deer tractors, empty refrigerators, and couches. It probably sounds really nasty, but it's a really great place to take artistic pictures. And personally, I like old stuff like that. It all has a history, and it really intrigues me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I had a hair appointment, I just got highlights and a trim because I'm still growing my hair out. Then my mom and I went to Rite Aid and grocery shopping Wal*Mart... In the check-out line at Wal*Mart, I was helping my mom put stuff on the check-0ut counter and she went to pick up this huge bottle of V8 juice that we were buying for my dad, and somehow it slipped out of her hands and spilled all over the floor... splashing all down my legs and feet. It caused this whole commotion, but to be honest, it was rather funny. What an adventure :) hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-1517695696952880902?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1517695696952880902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=1517695696952880902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1517695696952880902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1517695696952880902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-it-means-lot-to-you.html' title='If it means a lot to you..'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3982877472511139804</id><published>2009-04-13T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:45:05.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling peachy ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took a nice drive to the city about 40 or so minutes away today, with my mother, my Aunt Connie and my cousin Adam. We stopped at the mall for a short while, and then to some crafty department stores. I bought a really cute pair of white lace shoes from H&amp;amp;M, and an awesome box that looks like a mapped out piece of luggage from this new store called Hobby Lobby. Then we stopped at Panera Bread for lunch, and I had my usual: Chicken Ceasar Salad and Cheddar &amp;amp; Broccoli soup. Mm, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2qlwz13.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a fun time hanging out with Adam today, he's probably the cousin I'm the closest with. In every store we went in today, we managed to start some sort of ruckus, such as juggling artificial peaches in AC Moore, and sword fighting with rugs in Tuesday Morning. I love that kid, I don't know what I'd do without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/fruit" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i15/real_juggalette/28.jpg" border="0" alt="fruit Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I just plan on going outside, perhaps to finish writing my 6 paragraph AP English essay and listen to some tunes on my new iPod. Have a swell evening, lovelys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3982877472511139804?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3982877472511139804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3982877472511139804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3982877472511139804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3982877472511139804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/juggling-peaches.html' title='Feeling peachy ;)'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2qlwz13_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-7113402936392839783</id><published>2009-04-12T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:12:51.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off, I would like to wish everyone a HAPPY EASTER! I hope you all had a lovely and beautiful day to celebrate the resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Easter consisted of: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Waking up to a tiny pink Easter basket filled with Cadsburry Mini Eggs, Reeses Pieces, and a 32 GB iPod touch; then eating some hard boiled eggs (that I have called "Easter eggs" ever since I was little) for breakfast.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Going to church; experiencing wonderful worship, a spectacular message on salvation and the resurrection, and some great specials such as videos, skits, a mime act, and a few songs.&lt;br /&gt;- Visiting my grandparent's house for a delicious lasagna dinner... and opening my very late birthday present from my Aunt Norma. She got me this adorable little tank top all the way from India! I also got a beautiful card and an iTunes giftcard from my grandparent's as an Easter gift :)&lt;br /&gt;- All in all, I had a really nice day and I hope all of you did as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my parent's and I went to my cousin Rebecca's house for Easter dinner with a whole bunch of people from my daddy's side of the family. I always enjoy getting together with them, because every one of them makes me laugh. They're all so much fun to be around. And I got to see my cousin Josephine's engagement ring from her fiance Matt! Their wedding is August 22 and it's going to be on the lake... I can't wait!!! I just love weddings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-7113402936392839783?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7113402936392839783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=7113402936392839783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7113402936392839783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7113402936392839783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-6528480069071672117</id><published>2009-04-11T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:14:31.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Blogger, how I missed you so</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a while since I've posted anything, hasn't it? My apologies, I've just been so darn busy lately! A lot has changed in the past 2 months or so. I'm sixteen now, for one thing. My birthday was March 11th and it was one of the best I've ever had. I also took 2 road trips to Pennsylvania in March, the first one was to Lancaster to the Sight &amp;amp; Sound theater with my mom, my Aunt Connie, and my friend Casey. The second trip was to Erie, to an indoor waterpark with my parents and my best friend Mikaela. The reason I've been so busy lately, though, at least for the past month, is because I've had rehearsal everyday for my school's spring play. We're doing Alice In Wonderland, and my name is Cinque. I'm one of the six speaking cards, along with Travis D, Cody, Ellie, Mikaela and Ashley. We are in every scene except 2 of them. Right now it is Spring Break, and even though I'm not travelling to any place spectacular like most of my friends are, I'm enjoying the relaxation at my own home. Last night, I went into the city with my parents, we stopped at the mall for a little bit, and then we went to the movies and I met up with my friend Ed. I love that kid, he's like my older brother. We saw Adventureland, which, I probably wouldn't recommend, because it definitely was not as funny as I was expecting it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some Things That Have Happened In The Past Couple Of Months:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) I am finally 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) I have become super duper close with people like Jimmy, Travis, Matt, Ellie, and Mary&lt;br /&gt;3) There are only like 40 days left of school until summer vacation!&lt;br /&gt;4) I am in my school play of Alice In Wonderland as a card named Cinque&lt;br /&gt;5) I auditioned for Honor's Theatre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6) My current favorite band is My Favorite Highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7) We had a holocaust survivor come speak at my school a couple of weeks ago, a whole bunch of us cried..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8) Apparently my daddy has type 2 diabetes... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9) I got elbowed in the eye by this kid named Greg during rehearsal on Thursday, so HELLO redness and bruises on my right eye :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10) It's Spring break!!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully from now and on for a while, I will be updating more, but if not, I'm sorry but I have a really busy life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy (almost) Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Smara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-6528480069071672117?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6528480069071672117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=6528480069071672117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6528480069071672117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6528480069071672117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-blogger-how-i-miss-you-so.html' title='Oh Blogger, how I missed you so'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5929839368036933461</id><published>2009-02-16T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:08:38.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never know what to call these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got my very first cat scan and a whole bunch of x-rays today. This really funny doctor that reminded me of one of the guys off of the show Two and a Half Men had to inject some orange dye into me through an IV. I was freaking out before this test, but to be honest, it really wasn't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/le1av.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm leaving for Maryland tomorrow. I should probably finish my packing soon... I hate packing. I never know what to bring, or how much of it. I know I've definitely over packed this time, but I guess it's safer to do that than to not bring enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picture from New Year's Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303520274689798626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SZnjly_3seI/AAAAAAAAAII/u2OGWXzkfnA/s320/mikaela+and+me+ahahh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the mall after church yesterday. I bought two tank tops and a plaid shirt from Charlotte Russe, a couple of necklaces from Macy's, two tank tops and two dresses from this little Indian shop (yes, the dresses are really from India!) I also bought some black dress pants to wear to the production I'm going to in March with my aunt. I guess we have to dress up a bit, and for some reason I'm not allowed to wear a dress or skirt, so I'm wearing dress pants. I haven't found a shirt to go with them yet though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5929839368036933461?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5929839368036933461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5929839368036933461&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5929839368036933461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5929839368036933461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-never-know-what-to-call-these.html' title='I never know what to call these...'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/le1av_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-6612180328820750877</id><published>2009-02-14T07:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:10:41.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called Ryne Thursday evening and we talked for a little bit. I honestly feel so much better after having that conversation with him. I really think that's what we needed to do. Talk it out, voice to voice, and since he won't give me the time of day in person, I decided to call him. I actually even asked him if he would mind me coming to Maryland with his family, riding along in that 7-8 hour drive, and spending 5 straight days with them. You guys are probably all like: "What?! I thought you couldn't go to Maryland!" Well, things changed, and sister Pearl (Casey/Cameron/Ryne &amp;amp; Dan's mom) texted Casey the other day and invited me to come with them, and of course, my parents said yes. I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately I didn't get to go to Josh's birthday party last night, for various reasons, but we're still planning on meeting up at one of our youth groups or the cinema one of these days. My friend Casey ended up coming over and we had a movie night in my basement. We watched Deep Blue Sea (it's an extremely noticeable 'special effect' shark movie, with incredibly lame 'special effects) and then we watched Atonement, and although it's kind of confusing, it is now one of my favorite movies of all time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303520900167288786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SZnkKNFUx9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n3XAZZfqoPY/s320/alicia%27s+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up this morning to 3 Valentine's Day gifts. One from my parents, and two from my grandparents. My mom and dad got me an iTunes gift card, and my grandma and grandpa got me a super nice bag and an incredibly cute dress. Then I got ready and went into the village for my friend Alicia's surprise birthday party. It was supposed to last from noon till five, but I ended up leaving around twenty of three because I have so much homework and packing to do before I go to Maryland on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love every single one of you readers and I wish you all a happy Valentine's Day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-6612180328820750877?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6612180328820750877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=6612180328820750877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6612180328820750877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6612180328820750877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SZnkKNFUx9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n3XAZZfqoPY/s72-c/alicia%27s+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-8507519274395022847</id><published>2009-02-12T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:36:07.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I let these things get to me so much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I go, crying over something Ryne did, once again. He's such a jerk to me, I can't even handle it anymore. Apparently on top of being stuck up, he thinks I'm annoying and enjoys picking on my boots. (They're black and they kind of look like Amish boots, but so what? They add a classy touch to my outfits and personally, I think they're pretty darn cute. My mom gave them to me, they used to be hers...) I was already having a bad day, actually I haven't been having the greatest week in general, and that was just the icing on top of the cake. Everybody is noticing a change in this kid, including his entire family, and it's definitely not for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday. It's the last day of school before winter break, and it's also Josh's birthday party. That's right, I get to meet Josh tomorrow, and it's really exciting :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-8507519274395022847?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8507519274395022847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=8507519274395022847&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8507519274395022847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8507519274395022847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-do-i-let-these-things-get-to-me-so.html' title='Why do I let these things get to me so much?'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5200658036813928448</id><published>2009-02-09T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:22:30.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim and A Cup of Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SZC6YEjLm6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ro2RAYuOTro/s1600-h/morning-coffee-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300941684116003746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SZC6YEjLm6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ro2RAYuOTro/s320/morning-coffee-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spear said our play is "really good" which from him, means a lot. He's not one to compliment people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The final title: &lt;em&gt;Kim and A Cup of Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wish us luck on placing in the contest! DZ submitted them today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5200658036813928448?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5200658036813928448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5200658036813928448&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5200658036813928448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5200658036813928448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/kim-and-cup-of-coffee.html' title='Kim and A Cup of Coffee'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SZC6YEjLm6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ro2RAYuOTro/s72-c/morning-coffee-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-787189665734825958</id><published>2009-02-08T16:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:42:16.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I gave up Florida for nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents and my best friend have every right to be mad at me, but they're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryne's an idiot, a moron, a jerk, and a whole bunch of other names I could call him but I won't. Thanks for making me and my best friend Mikaela cry, once again, you stupid loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.. and did you hear? I'm stuck up and I think I'm better than every single one of you out there, and Mikaela is retarded and annoying. (Sarcasm intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guess what?! We're not going to Maryland. Well, at least I'm not. I texted Casey hoping for her to cheer me up a bit, and the first thing she said other than "Heyy :)" was that nobody's going to Maryland except her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So apparently, I gave up Florida for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Casey thinks I hate her because I kind of flipped out when she told me. I don't hate you, darling, I was already in a bad mood, and that was just the delicious, ever so needed, cherry on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovely evening, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-787189665734825958?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/787189665734825958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=787189665734825958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/787189665734825958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/787189665734825958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-gave-up-florida-for-nothing.html' title='So I gave up Florida for nothing.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5426502823756882136</id><published>2009-02-07T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:44:59.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the weekends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300219697353498194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SY4pu6RInlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Q4ST9v_t3b8/s320/he%27s+just+not+that+into+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday consisted of working out at Curves, then going to the cinema to see He's Just Not That Into You with my mom and my friend Casey. I spent the night at Casey's house afterwards, stayed up till 2:30/3 ish in the morning talking and on the phone with Sean, Joey, Adam, and David. I miss them. Only 10 days till I get to see all the Marylanders!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300220440865022770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SY4qaMEGIzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7FZzwqingqw/s320/taken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I went to the movies to see Taken with Casey, my mom, and my aunt. This guy is seriously like the detective version of House - amazing. My aunt also invited me to go see the Resurrection with her and some friends in Pennsylvania the weekend after my birthday. I can't wait! Casey says she's seen something like it before and it was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5426502823756882136?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5426502823756882136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5426502823756882136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5426502823756882136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5426502823756882136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-weekends.html' title='Oh the weekends.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SY4pu6RInlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Q4ST9v_t3b8/s72-c/he%27s+just+not+that+into+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-861243968445253388</id><published>2009-02-05T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:35:56.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't go to school today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2ynmlfl.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was kind of upset for a little while at youth group last night, but I didn't know why. I felt like I was going to cry. So after worship and service, we had an alter call. And Pastor Jonnie said if anyone wanted prayer they could step up to the front and someone would come pray for them. I was shaking so intensely I could hardly walk, but I went up for prayer. Before I knew it, I had like the entire youth group praying over me, and hands were lain on my shoulders, arms and back like crazy... Afterwards, I recieved a whole bunch of hugs and I felt a little bit better, just to know that so many people care... After taking down all the equiptment and stuff, all of us went to our pastor's house for Pastor Jonnie's birthday party. Most of us sat in the livingroom, ate tons of pizza and other delicious snacks and watched American Idol... I'm SO happy 'Bikini Girl' went home :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/hta0rm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't go to school today. I had another doctor's appointment, this time with my urologist. My doctor was 7 feet tall! I was a bit intimidated at first, but he was super nice. He named a few things that I may have, but nothing's positive yet. I had to get blood work today, and I have an IVP (an x ray of my kidneys) coming up and a follow up urologist appointment at the end of March. After my doctor's appointment we went out to eat at this restaurant called Ninety Nine. I haven't felt the greatest all day so I didn't really eat all that much :/ Then we went to this place called Gary's Music and I got a music stand, a tuner and a metronome for my guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should probably go see if I can do some of this global homework I have here... Comments, lovelys? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-861243968445253388?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/861243968445253388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=861243968445253388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/861243968445253388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/861243968445253388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title='I didn&apos;t go to school today.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/2ynmlfl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-957047397858992993</id><published>2009-02-04T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:06:47.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Jonnie's birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today is my youth pastor's birthday, so tonight instead of going out to eat like we usually do after youth group, we're all going back to the Sandborn's house (my pastor's house) for a party till late tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My science teacher told me she redid my grade and I have an 88. It's still not good, but it's definitely better than that 85 I thought I had. I also have a 100 in theatre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spear told me, Mikaela and Ashley that we have a really good chance of winning that competition with our play because it has such a twisted ending. As soon as it's graded I'll post it up here for you all to read :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and I stayed after with DZ (another one of our theatre teachers) and a whole bunch of other people after school today. We were talking about the spring play (which is most likely going to be Alice In Wonderland) and how she wants to have a dance to Circus by Britney Spears and Disturbia by Rihanna in it. DZ also mentioned how she wants Ashley and I to have a whole lot more lines this time, and be in all the dances. I'm so excited! :D Then me, DZ, Ashley and this girl Morag danced around the classroom to Ashley's iPod blasting through the speakers. DZ and Ashley were singing all the lyrics and reinacting the music video to Circus. Hahaha it was hilarious! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my guitar lesson last night went extremely well. And I'm going to go practice what I learned right now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-957047397858992993?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/957047397858992993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=957047397858992993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/957047397858992993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/957047397858992993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/pastor-jonnies-birthday.html' title='Pastor Jonnie&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-6771477954016708819</id><published>2009-02-03T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:35:29.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't been doing very well in school lately. Our first semester just ended last week which means we're already halfway through the year. Wow, I can't believe how much time flies. But anyways, I've never been off high honors in my life, and I'm not about to start now.. but most of my grades did drop an awful lot this past marking period and I don't know why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Living Environment Lab- 94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Living Environment- I'm not sure about, it's either an 85 or an 87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;English AP- 87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Geometry- 89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Global History- 84&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Spanish 3- 97&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then I'm pretty sure I have a 100 in Photo Journalism and a super high grade in theatre.. But I don't know yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gym was fun, we're doing volleyball and Shelby was my partner. She's like my sister, I love her to death :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a doctor's appointment after school for my foot, she treated it for a wart (yuck) and now I have a huge bandaide on my heel. &lt;strong&gt;American Idol&lt;/strong&gt; is on tonight, and I have my first guitar lesson at 7. Horrah! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-6771477954016708819?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6771477954016708819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=6771477954016708819&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6771477954016708819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6771477954016708819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/learn.html' title='Learn.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3322454899435499632</id><published>2009-02-02T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:30:25.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Materialistic Country:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm proud to say that I made the decision yesterday that I'm going to fast Myspace and Facebook for at least a week. Some of you may think I'm absolutely insane, while others may think it'll be a piece of cake. Well, it's really not that easy for me. I actually even had a debate with myself yesterday afternoon if I could actually do it, or if I wanted to change my mind and fast something else. But then I came to the conclusion that we Americans base our lives way too much on the fact that we have things like internet at all, or other materialistic things. I never realized how materialistic I was until yesterday. The time I spend surfing the net rather than doing something productive or being active is insane. Well, it is more so now that it's Winter and I can't do as much outside as I'd like to, but either way, there's a lot of better things I could be spending my time doing. Our country has (or should I say had) so much power, wealth and just material things in general that too many of us seem to take everything else forgranted. I mean, look at these third world countries who have absolutely nothing. Most of those people don't have homes or own a pair of shoes. Most of them can't even afford to buy a pack of gum. I mean, I know there's plenty of homeless and hungry people here in the U.S, but at least our country has the ability to keep the majority of it's people under some sort of shelter and maintaining some sort of a diet. We (and I say we, not in a stereotypical way, but because it's true) need to quit focusing on the things we want but don't have, and remember the little kids in Africa who are living on the streets in total poverty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Which brings me to the point of, OUR ECONOMY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Does anyone actually think Obama's going to be able to change our country? I know he's just been inaugurated and everything, and I probably should give him a bit more of a chance than I have so far, but by the looks of it since his election, nothing has improved. I'm absolutely terrified about what's going to happen to our country and all the people in it within the next few years. I have no idea what's coming. None of us do. And to be honest, I don't think one man alone (I don't care if he's the president or not) can dig us out of this hole we happen to be in right now. It's like the Roaring 20's and the Great Depression all over again. I hope we're ready for this. But, I do trust that God is in control, and whatever the reason may be that Obama did get elected, it all comes back to Him and He will get us out safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Superbowl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cardinals VS. Steelers! Which team did you guys cheer for when they got a touch down? At first I was pretty indifferent, seeing as I don't really watch football all that much (unless it's my school's team) but then I decided I was a bit more for the Steelers than the Cardinals, and I joined in with most everyone else at my friend Alec's house (except Sarah, Nate, Josh and their parents) with the rooting for the Pittsburgh Steelers. Sarah's parent's went all out with the face paint and everything. It was my first Superbowl party ever, and a whole bunch of us from church were all packed in Alec's tiny little country house - the adult's in the livingroom/kitchen and youth in Alec's bedroom. Alec's parent's (Dee and Ken) went all out decorating their front yard with giant football helmets sticking out on posts from in the ground and signs saying "Go Steelers!" and "Cardinals stink!" just to tick off the Laff family. It was beautiful. You could hear the shouting and cheering super loud coming from the kitchen/livingroom while we were all watching the game in Alec's bedroom down the hall. And of course, whenever there was a funny commercial on, you could hear insane ROARING LAUGHTER and OBNOXIOUS CLAPPING. Cameron was being a huge flirt the whole time, by the way. Especially because at first, I was being super quiet, and that's not like me at all. He was sitting on the couch-bed and mouthed from across the room, "Are you okay?" I said yeah, but then he jumped across the floor and sat next to me, laying on my shoulder, and just keeping me company the whole time. Then he went and layed down on the floor next to Nate and Abbie came over and sat next to me, while Cameron kept tickling me and touching my leg, just to be stupid. Then I went and sat next to Casey, Alec, and Travis... Who all three of them literally attacked me, touching my knees and tickling me. I'm seriously the most ticklish person in the entire world. I promise. I also hate it when people touch my knees, for some crazy unknown reason. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Church:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was an amazing service, once again, but more amazing than usual. Things went a bit differently, but it was so awesome it's indescribable. During worship, Bro. Ed (he is one of the people who sings on the worship team) stepped up with his microphone and began preaching and praying right there on the spot. It was awesome. Then Pastor Pearl all of a sudden stopped in the middle of one of our worship songs and began singing a complete different one, that God was giving her right on the spot. It was insane. I couldn't believe it. Then she prophesied over Sis. Donna Z and she was crying her eyes out. I got such chills... Oh I can't wait till Wednesday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3322454899435499632?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3322454899435499632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3322454899435499632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3322454899435499632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3322454899435499632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/fasting.html' title='Fasting.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-8345513196897347789</id><published>2009-01-31T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:57:41.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First Award!</title><content type='html'>Thanks &lt;a href="http://imaflightlessbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSBFs8NY6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/heH4DX6wYz4/s1600-h/Fabulous%2BBlog%2BAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297500996657570722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSBFs8NY6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/heH4DX6wYz4/s320/Fabulous%2BBlog%2BAward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Put the logo on your blog or post.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nominate blogs which you think are fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby nominate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://canyousayfashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fallingwhiteroses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rose Valentine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://loquaciousnicole.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole Linette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://malaisejolie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-8345513196897347789?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8345513196897347789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=8345513196897347789&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8345513196897347789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8345513196897347789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-very-first-award.html' title='My Very First Award!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSBFs8NY6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/heH4DX6wYz4/s72-c/Fabulous%2BBlog%2BAward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-8086769928909966458</id><published>2009-01-31T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:35:33.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man, I haven't posted in a while..</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys! I've just been so busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the only day I had to go to school this week, it's regents week and I don't have to take any regents. After school, I went to Curves to work out with my mom. I actually really liked it there, and I was shocked to find at least 5 people I knew there. They were all teachers, like 3 of my theatre teachers, the keyboarding teacher I had back in sixth grade, and my third grade science teacher. Imagine working out with 3 of the most outgoing/crazy adults you know while listening to pump up music.. it actually gets pretty wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I had a doctors appointment and then I went to the mall with my mom and my grandma. I met a creeper who worked at Home Depo that kept staring at me, talking to me, following me around, and talking about how he's single and he hates cold toilet seats first thing in the morning. When I finally got away from him, he yelled to me "You're beautiful, by the way" and I looked back, smiled and said "Thank you" and then he's like "And I really like your outfit" ... I got really scared, quickly said "thanks" and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, my cousin Jenna was supposed to come over and go to youth group with me but I didn't feel well cause I hadn't had much sleep lately and youth group was cancelled so she didn't end up coming. I spent most of my day relaxing and watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went to the mall with my mom, some guy that worked at the furniture store was trying to hook me up with his hott seventeen year old son, and then I went to the armory with Casey, her family, and Mikaela to help out and serve our troops. That was actually quite fun and everyone was so friendly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I came to the conclusion that I want to redo my room for my birthday and I also want a polaroid camera. We went to my grandparent's for dinner, and that was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going out to eat at this place called Michael T's with my parents and my grandparent's for my grandma's birthday which is tomorrow. Then tonight I'm probably going to the movies with my friend Haley to see The Uninvited. I haven't hung out with her in what seems like forever so I really hope she can go :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-8086769928909966458?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8086769928909966458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=8086769928909966458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8086769928909966458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8086769928909966458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-man-i-havent-posted-in-while.html' title='Oh man, I haven&apos;t posted in a while..'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5550850992570524616</id><published>2009-01-25T16:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:56:19.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Talking to Mikaela on Facebook IM&lt;br /&gt;Texting Cameron, Randy and Maggie&lt;br /&gt;Watching &lt;em&gt;Another Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Painting my nails&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Church was amazing as usual. Denyel (Daniel's girlfriend) is visiting from Pennsylvania for the week so she was there today.. It was nice seeing her again so soon! I stood next to Pastor Dan and Casey during worship, Pastor Dan is one of those people that you don't even have to know him to know how much he loves God. It's awesome! After church, there was a huge church dinner for Pastor Dan's birthday yesterday. Oh my gosh there was SO much food! Like everyone from the church brought some food or drink, but I couldn't really eat anything because I was about to leave to go out to eat with my grandparents, parents, uncle, aunt and 3 cousins in about 15 minutes. Until then, I went and sat with Gage, Casey and Denyel and watched them eat. Then Cameron came and sat next to me and started shoving food in my face. The first thing he fed me was chicken and broccoli alfredo that Debbie made, which was absolutely delicious. After that, everytime I tried to talk and my mouth was open, he'd shove bread or something in my mouth. It was quite hilarious, and delicious. He also made me try some ham and garlic bread...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then when I had to leave, Cameron stood up to give me a 'special hug' ahah and then followed me into the sanctuary to get my coat and purse, and of course to hug me again. I found it quite adorable, he makes me smile :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My family and I got to the restaraunt like an hour early, but my grandpa and I danced in the lobby until my uncle, aunt and their 3 kids got there. Twas fun! I love my family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horrah:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so glad tomorrow is the only day of school we have this week. Too bad I have to take a math test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5550850992570524616?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5550850992570524616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5550850992570524616&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5550850992570524616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5550850992570524616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/joy.html' title='JOY'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-1652062209274407284</id><published>2009-01-24T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:43:56.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Pastor Dan and Lindsey P!!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Weird things have been happening to a few of my friends lately..&lt;br /&gt;Texting Cameron, Casey and Ashley&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Tara and this kid Neal on facebook&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After school, Mikaela and Casey came over. We went to the youth center around 7:30ish to hang out with everyone. That was kind of fun, and then Casey spent the night at my house. I was so tired, I couldn't manage to stay up much past midnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; It's 3:33 and Casey just left, we spent most of the day listening to music, being artistic, and laughing. About a half hour before she left, she was drawing insanely colorful pictures on my whiteboard, and at one point she drew on me with a black marker. A few seconds later I realized it, and attempted to grab her marker to get revenge. She was quick to keep it away, but with my slick moves I managed to grab the red marker as she ran away in fear. I chased her, and this lead to her shoving me into my closet, holding me hostage, tackling me to the ground, her stealing MY marker :/ and drawing on me with various colors. All the while, we were laughing so hard we couldn't breathe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PICTURES LATER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-1652062209274407284?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1652062209274407284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=1652062209274407284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1652062209274407284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1652062209274407284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-pastor-dan-and-lindsey-p.html' title='Happy birthday Pastor Dan and Lindsey P!!! :D'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-2331353391179728149</id><published>2009-01-22T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:18:28.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE has called me friend :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wearing my Backseat Goodbye hoody&lt;br /&gt;Texting Cameron and Ashley Ray&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Maggie, Josh and Ryne on AIM&lt;br /&gt;FREEEEEEEZING!&lt;br /&gt;Studying for my biology test tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally finished the play! I'm actually pretty confident that we have a good chance of winning the contest :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After school I walked to the Sandborn's house with Casey, Mikaela and Brandy. It wasn't even 10 degrees, and on the way there, my hands turned red, black, blue, purple, and full of orange dots. It was the weirdest thing ever! I felt like I was on an episode of House. Finally they began hurting so bad that I started to run to Casey's house, leaving everyone else behind. Mikaela caught up with me and made me stop running, because it was so cold outside that she was afraid I was going to freeze my lungs as well, because apparently, that's possible. Ha but anyways, I was in so much pain, and my hands became so numb that I could hardly even talk. When we got to the Sandborn's what seemed like years later, Mikaela and I walked right in, even though Casey and Brandy were wicked far behind us. Jon, Taylor, Ryne and Gage were already there, and they greeted us at the door. When they heard about my hands, they all put their hands out to try and warm mine. My hands were so numb and freezing cold that I couldn't feel them touching me - I couldn't even feel my fingers touching eachother. Everyone told me to run my hands under gradually warming water, and I did, but that just made my hands hurt even more to the point where I was in tears.. Everyone was crowded around me in the kitchen, Mikaela holding a cloth around my hands, and everyone else trying to make me laugh or smile. I could barely understand what anyone was saying - I was in too much pain. Then I started feeling reallyreally sick to my stomach, so I rested my head on Mikaela's shoulder and closed my eyes. Finally I couldn't take it anymore, I ran to the bathroom in tears and sat on the floor. I thought I was going to be sick.. :( After I shut the door, I heard someone knocking, it was Mikaela asking to see if I was alright. I said I'd be fine but she came in with Brandy's gloves and sat on the counter anyways. I was so sick and still in so much pain that she wanted to call my mom, but after a few more moments passed, I started feeling a little bit better and I just went and layed down in the living room in one of the Sandborn's big, comfy chairs and listened to A Day To Remember with the rest of the crew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I felt good enough to get up, I went into the kitchen where Casey and Brandy were baking peanut butter cookies (which turned out absolutely delish by the way!) I sat in a chair and put my head down on the counter top. Cameron was on the phone with one of his friends, and he came by to see if I was okay and put his head down next to me, completely ignoring the girl he was on the phone with. He made sure I was alright, offering me a blanket and his snuggie if I was still cold.. before getting back to his phone conversation. That made me smile, he's such a big sweetie :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I finally felt ALL BETTER, all of us had a blast just chillen out at the Sandborn's house and talking before youth group. At one point, Cameron and I had a fight where we chased eachother around the kitchen with pot holders, smacking eachother with them. It was hilarious and definitely the highlight of my day! Hahaha :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's What God Said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THEN! Oh man, we had youth group!! It was the best worship during youth group I have ever experienced. I got all hardcore into it, focusing only on God and praying to Him the whole time. And then, all of a sudden, during one of my favorite worship songs (Do What You Will) God spoke to me. He gave me a feeling so strong and powerful, I've never experienced anything like it before. I've never been so encouraged in my life. I was like, shaking the whole rest of youth group and everyone noticed there was something up. Towards the end, after the alter call, we all prayed for our pastors. After that, I gathered up the courage to go up to Pastor Pearl and tell her what God had spoken to me about that evening. She was so excited, she hugged me and made me tell Pastor Dan as well. Soon afterwards, I was still shaking but it was time to leave and I didn't get a chance to tell Casey yet. She told me to text her, and the best way to explain all this to you guys is to just type up my text messages...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Well i didnt know how to word it really, but i said that i really felt like God was saying to me that the old times really are over. For all of us. And that the new beginning is going to start way sooner than we think. We need to be ready. God's going to hit us and our church so hard with the holy spirit that people won't be able to walk by without noticing a difference, getting interested, and being drawn in. Our biggest prayers and church growing dreams won't just be wishes anymore - God's going to work in so many lives that it's actually going to happen. And it's gunna happen sooner than any of us ever imagined. So like i said, we gotta be prepared. We gotta be so into God and so in love with Jesus that we can't think about anything else other than Him and His amazing grace. His great works are already starting.. But seriously - that message wasn't from me. It was God - working through me and my fingers. I think that message and piece of encouragement needs to be said aloud and shared with everyone. It's such an encouragement, and it's not even something we WANT to hapen anymore. It's something that's actually GOING to happen - and SOON. Big changes are going to occur and we're gunna get to experience it!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-2331353391179728149?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2331353391179728149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=2331353391179728149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/2331353391179728149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/2331353391179728149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-has-called-me-friend.html' title='HE has called me friend :)'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-4640681776852486770</id><published>2009-01-20T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:22:05.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello to the best mood I've ever been in :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXZcZtJaT3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/0wsLzJMi_jU/s1600-h/IMG00456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293520008706150258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXZcZtJaT3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/0wsLzJMi_jU/s320/IMG00456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Listening to: Not Now by Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;And I'm probably one of the happiest people in the world right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I totally did not want to go to school this morning, but then I remembered youth group is tomorrow and it made my morning ten times better. And that's just the start of a wonderful day :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't even care that today was the inauguration for our new president that I'm not too fond of, and I don't care that I had a bad hair day. We're making history with the first black president, and all of us are living through it. Getting to experience it. And he can't be any worse than Bush, especially because I trust God to save us. We're living in the last days and our faith is being tested. Well, let me tell you something honey, I'm not going to fail the test of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But back to my incredible day:&lt;br /&gt;-Even though I missed all last week of lab class, I managed to fully catch up today.&lt;br /&gt;-We're pretty much finished with our play in theatre. 9 pages and 5 scenes full of pure genious :)&lt;br /&gt;-I had a bunch of random people tell me I'm beautiful today, and some other sweet compliments.&lt;br /&gt;-My photo journalism teacher extended the due date for our project, just because my group and I aren't finished yet.&lt;br /&gt;-After school, Cameron called me! Just to talk! I mean, he's called me before.. but it was mostly only to see where I was when we were at the mall or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;-My friend Josh called me too! I've never talked to him on the phone, and it was seriously the most awkward conversation I've ever had, but the fact that he called me, and I got to hear his voice for the first time, was pretty darn swell.&lt;br /&gt;-I watched an incredible episode of House today! (The new one that was on last night)&lt;br /&gt;-My best friend Jon made my day, and that's all I'm going to say about that :)&lt;br /&gt;-And last but not least, MY PARENTS SAID THEY WANT TO COME TO CHURCH WITH ME SOMETIME!!!!!!! I was so excited when I was telling Mikaela and Casey on the phone earlier, that I could barely even talk. I had to scream! I had to let all my excitement out! And I couldn't stop giggling! :D And I still feel like that.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth or Dare?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I challenge each and every one of you to walk up to somebody random tomorrow, whether it's in school or on the street, and offer them a smile and compliment. Any sort of compliment. It'll make their day, which will most likely make you pretty cheerful as well :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The picture at the top of this post, is of me and my best friend Casey :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-4640681776852486770?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4640681776852486770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=4640681776852486770&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4640681776852486770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4640681776852486770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-hello-to-best-mood-ive-ever-been-in.html' title='Say hello to the best mood I&apos;ve ever been in :)'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXZcZtJaT3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/0wsLzJMi_jU/s72-c/IMG00456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-4785327028897603386</id><published>2009-01-19T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:42:56.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me away, a sweet escape..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Listening to Swimming With Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;Making plans with Casey for the day&lt;br /&gt;AIMing Josh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Casey's coming over, and we're going shopping with my mom. Then coming back here to make peanut butter cookies, take crazy-insane pictures, and watch movies. A brand new episode of The Secret Life of the American Teenager is on tonight! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought I'd post a picture of Cameron, since I talk about him so much. Hah here he is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/3gc2p.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn't he beautiful? Haha, he's seriously like, one of my best friends in the entire world. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-4785327028897603386?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4785327028897603386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=4785327028897603386&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4785327028897603386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4785327028897603386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-me-away-sweet-escape.html' title='Take me away, a sweet escape..'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/3gc2p_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-4112021131174607690</id><published>2009-01-18T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:50:10.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is all you need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXShCQKP1AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RCsU3NZIDMw/s1600-h/IMG00353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293032522136933378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXShCQKP1AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RCsU3NZIDMw/s320/IMG00353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mikaea &amp;amp; I on Saturday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Extremely tired&lt;br /&gt;Texting Cameron&lt;br /&gt;Watching House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Amazing church service, as always. Pastor Dan is preaching on the 9 fruits.&lt;br /&gt;-Dance practice, even though I could only watch because of my pathetically (is that even a word?) sprained knee.&lt;br /&gt;-King's Buffet for lunch with everyone from church - I sat with Cameron, Sarah, and Nate for most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;-Back to the Sandborn's with Casey and Cameron&lt;br /&gt;-Then Dana, Amber, Chris, and Lenny showed up; and Ryne finally came home as well.&lt;br /&gt;-When they left, Nate and Jeremiah came over.&lt;br /&gt;-Then Sarah, Keith, and Jack came over as well.&lt;br /&gt;-Me, Cameron, Casey, Sarah and Nate all hung out in Casey's room until I had to leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-4112021131174607690?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4112021131174607690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=4112021131174607690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4112021131174607690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4112021131174607690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/currently-extremely-tired-texting.html' title='Love is all you need.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXShCQKP1AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RCsU3NZIDMw/s72-c/IMG00353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-8863226177696527309</id><published>2009-01-17T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:47:09.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can ride my bike with no handle bars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXIQpeFM7yI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5qQucZ_e_9o/s1600-h/z161736110.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292310816749317922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXIQpeFM7yI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5qQucZ_e_9o/s320/z161736110.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wearing my Relient K band tee&lt;br /&gt;Texting Sarah and Casey&lt;br /&gt;Singing the worship song Casey wrote&lt;br /&gt;Reading Exodus&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Mikaela to get here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mikaela's coming over around 2 so we can work on our play. Ashley can't come because she has to go to her cousin's birthday party, so we're going to have to call her or something for input.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excitement:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In about a month, I'm going to Maryland again with my church for a conference. I can't wait! I haven't seen my Maryland friends since August, and I miss them a whole lot! Here's some pictures from Youth Fest in August...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/i5ndc4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, David, me &amp;amp; Abbie at the church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/ruprwi.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, Jesse and I at the bowling alley. He's my best friend ever :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/25in9uc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey &amp;amp; I at the bowling alley. Haha! We're rad :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/33dh3ps.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane &amp;amp; I at the bowling alley. He's the sweetest kid ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/1zfo4gh.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie, me &amp;amp; Cindy at the bowling alley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/11qlh06.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane!!! He's wearing my sunglasses. Haha :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/10xhx12.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Joey &amp;amp; Shane. I'm wearing Joey's bandana :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2h86e8j.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Tara, Laura &amp;amp; Casey in the sanctuary. Mannn we look tired. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2lrsew.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie, Tara &amp;amp; I at the playground. Tara's wearing my pants! They're the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, pants.. meaning literally EVERYONE fits in them. Everyone tried them on while we were there :) Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/n35jfd.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey, Cindy, me, Travis &amp;amp; Jesse at the bowling alley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/3501lqv.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/1zggwug.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan, Emmett, Joey, Aaron, me and Joey. Emmett's a big sweetheart, and Megan and Aaron are two of my best friends :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-8863226177696527309?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8863226177696527309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=8863226177696527309&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8863226177696527309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8863226177696527309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-ride-my-bike-with-no-handle-bars.html' title='I can ride my bike with no handle bars.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXIQpeFM7yI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5qQucZ_e_9o/s72-c/z161736110.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-7740179998931704759</id><published>2009-01-16T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:20:39.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dressed up tonight just to look pretty in your eyes. And even though I don't want to know anything, I want to tell you everything..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXES0J-kKjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/M_sWZKtgDCo/s1600-h/z180751526.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292031724377877042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXES0J-kKjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/M_sWZKtgDCo/s320/z180751526.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dressed in bright colors&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up in a cozy blanket, fresh outta the dryer :)&lt;br /&gt;Sinus infection&lt;br /&gt;Reading Genesis&lt;br /&gt;Listening to 'Wonderwall' by Oasis&lt;br /&gt;Taking life as it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;School is going well. I'm finally understanding what's going on in math again, and we're writing a play in theatre. My partners are my two best friends; Mikaela and Ashley. Our play is about 3 orphan girls who sit on the sidewalk in an alley trying to change the world and make it a better place so no one else has to deal with what they're going through. Although, they're quite optimistic and intelligent girls who have the ability to make their own fun out of just about anything. We haven't gotten very far in the play yet, but we should finish it sometime this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conceptions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm going to begin guitar lessons soon, YAY! I've dreamed of learning how to play the guitar for over a year now. I also want my keyboard back. My mom let my cousin borrow it over the summer cause I hadn't played it in a while, and she still hasn't given it back.. I miss it :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm also thinking about joining this new fitness center about 20 minutes away, with some people from my church and possibly my parents. I can't wait to start toning! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-7740179998931704759?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7740179998931704759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=7740179998931704759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7740179998931704759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7740179998931704759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-dressed-up-tonight-just-to-look.html' title='I&apos;m dressed up tonight just to look pretty in your eyes. And even though I don&apos;t want to know anything, I want to tell you everything..'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SXES0J-kKjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/M_sWZKtgDCo/s72-c/z180751526.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-1176608805452144296</id><published>2009-01-15T04:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:05:22.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With God, all things are possible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stayed home from school on Tuesday, but I went back yesterday. We finally had youth group again for the first time in what seems like forever. We haven't had it for at least a month, for various reasons..mostly due to holidays and bad weather. But like I said, we finally had it last night and it was amazing. People were in tears, people got touched like never before, and even though he had to leave early.. My best friend Jon came. And he's one of those types of people that you'd never think to see in a church.. but I guess this is proof that with God, all things really are possible! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I'm still sick today, I'm going to the doctors this morning. Hopefully I can go in school late and I won't miss too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a fantastical day! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-1176608805452144296?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1176608805452144296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=1176608805452144296&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1176608805452144296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1176608805452144296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-god-all-things-are-possible.html' title='With God, all things are possible.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-7307235138210806238</id><published>2009-01-12T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:56:08.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not follow where the path may lead;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday: Amazing church service, as always.. Afterwards, I went out to eat with my parents at King's Buffet, which if you've never heard of it, it's a chinese restaraunt with a huge buffet. Then I went to the movies with my friends Taylor and Gage to see Gran Torino. There's about a billion racist comments and swear words in it, but other than that, I liked it a lot. Then I went to Wal*Mart with some of my friends, and we went back to the movie cinema to see Bride Wars. (Which was surprisingly a pretty good movie!) It ended up being me, Casey, Alec, Ryne, Dana and her friend Amber, Bryson, Sarah, Rachel, Cameron and Jeremiah.. Mostly kids from my youth group. I love them all so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today: I went to school for a few hours, but I ended up coming home early because I'm really sick. I don't know if I'll be going to school tomorrow at all... Colds aren't fun :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-7307235138210806238?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7307235138210806238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=7307235138210806238&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7307235138210806238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7307235138210806238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-not-follow-where-path-may-lead.html' title='Do not follow where the path may lead;'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-1261057498784783921</id><published>2009-01-10T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:24:16.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My day has been spent going through old pictures that have been sitting in that white chest at the foot of my bed in my room for quite a while now. I also found some postcards from when we went to Florida a couple years ago, and a few ticket stubs from the concerts and shows I've been to over the years. All these things bring back such wonderful memories... Time really does fly by faster than you can ever imagine. It's actually kind of sad.. I miss my old friends, and all the fun times we used to have. And I just wish I could experience my childhood once again for a couple of weeks.. Not to say I'm not enjoying life as it is now, because I most definitely am :) but it would be nice to go back..just for a little while. I miss Gabbie, Morgan, Haligh, Kelsea, Kelly and Haley so much.. I also miss my cousin Jenna, we used to be so close when we were younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, I got a chance to talk to Penny for a little while this morning and we both ended up crying. Oh I miss her so much, but thankfully she's doing well.. It's so hard being best friends with someone who only lives here for a year, and then before you know it, they're gone, back to their home country millions of miles and bodies of waters away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-1261057498784783921?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1261057498784783921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=1261057498784783921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1261057498784783921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1261057498784783921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-count-every-hour-in-day-make-every.html' title='Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-8541679379353224451</id><published>2009-01-09T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:13:20.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The key to change, is to let go of fear</title><content type='html'>Ryne and I are pretty tight again, and global is slowly but surely becoming one of my favorite classes. I don't really have much else to say, other than that I'm extremely glad it's Friday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-8541679379353224451?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8541679379353224451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=8541679379353224451&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8541679379353224451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8541679379353224451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/key-to-change-is-to-let-go-of-fear.html' title='The key to change, is to let go of fear'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-4075534248650902265</id><published>2009-01-08T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:17:05.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say never.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, that's the lesson of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-4075534248650902265?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4075534248650902265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=4075534248650902265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4075534248650902265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4075534248650902265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-say-never.html' title='Never say never.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-6802083143384950902</id><published>2009-01-07T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:17:15.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be great in act, as you have been in thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AIMing Jon and Jenna&lt;br /&gt;Texting Ivy&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my daddy about going to Florida at the end of the month..&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Rootbeer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snowdays..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a really pointless snowday today, mostly all it did was rain. I ended up going to the mall with my mom, and now I'm just chillen at home. I wish we just would have had 2 hour delay, because I'd be at youth group right now, but since so many schools cancelled, and youth group is held at the middle school in town, then that is cancelled as well. Lamesauce :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-6802083143384950902?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6802083143384950902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=6802083143384950902&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6802083143384950902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6802083143384950902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-great-in-act-as-you-have-been-in.html' title='Be great in act, as you have been in thought'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-1795344170023681685</id><published>2009-01-06T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:49:52.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is just a chance to grow a soul..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doing English homework and listening to Hillsong.. I also decided the other day that I'm going to read the enire bible during 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had a gastrologist appointment this afternoon, so my parents picked me up from school after I took my global test. Unfortunately, I had to miss my favorite class: theatre; but I think it might have been worth it. My doctor was a female version of Dr. Gregory House with a strong Spanish accent, and after asking me only a few questions, she diagnosed me with IBS, Dyspepsia, and stress. Nothing too serious, thank God, but I do have another appointment with her in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Kisses..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/little%20kids%20kissing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="awe little kids kissing Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u137/GymnastBabe1993/Stuff%20for%20websites/aweelittlekids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I was watching iCarly the other night, and the episode where Sam and Freddy both announce on iCarly that they've never had their first real kiss was on. It got me thinking, who was my real first kiss? And then I realized, my very first real kiss, and my only real kiss so far, was with my best friend Jon back in eighth grade. We were tighter than you can ever imagine back then, and he spent all year chasing me and hoping I'd like him back someday. I finally did, and we were so-called 'boyfriend and girlfriend' for I'd say about 3 weeks tops until I decided for the last time that we were never meant to be more than just friends. Since then, I haven't dated anybody and I'm not planning on it until I find a guy who matches all the qualities I'm looking for. But back to first kisses. They're so magical, no matter where they happen to be. My first real kiss was at the movie theater, which is really lame. But a couple days later, we went to a water park together, and had one of the most romantic kisses. We were on top of a huge water slide, waiting to race eachother down, and Jon bent his head down and kissed me. We were both wet from all the water rides, and pushing against eachother with our mats that we were supposed to use to go down the slide in. It was by far, better than any kiss could ever be in the pouring rain. And even though I'm not exactly proud of the fact that I've dated a few guys, and didn't wait longer for my first real kiss, I'm glad I had it with someone as great as Jon; and I'm also glad that we're still best friends to this day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-1795344170023681685?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1795344170023681685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=1795344170023681685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1795344170023681685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1795344170023681685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-just-chance-to-grow-soul.html' title='Life is just a chance to grow a soul..'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u137/GymnastBabe1993/Stuff%20for%20websites/th_aweelittlekids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-6347240315168867</id><published>2009-01-05T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:54:40.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is going to be a short post because I had an eye doctor appointment after school and can hardly see anything because the eye drops dialated my pupils so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But apparently, I sprained my knee. I went to my regular doctor and an orthopedic doctor this morning to get x rays and find out that it is definitely sprained. As a result, I'm out of gym for 10 days..which means no iceskating this Sunday after church :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2e6ctxt.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at school during fifth period.. I didn't miss much though because we had a one hour delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iTunes is being super lame, so I have to go fix that and do my math homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, I enjoy theatre class an awful lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally got a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=1180232785"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I hope this link works^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-6347240315168867?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6347240315168867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=6347240315168867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6347240315168867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6347240315168867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-going-to-be-short-post-because.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2e6ctxt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3674932900779787395</id><published>2009-01-04T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:03:36.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, it's the last day of Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderful service at church, I went iceskating with my friend Abbie.&lt;br /&gt;I fell once, and ended up having to be carried off the ice by some large man that worked there, because I twisted my leg and couldn't move it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm icing my leg at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful way to end my break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3674932900779787395?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3674932900779787395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3674932900779787395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3674932900779787395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3674932900779787395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/unfortunately-its-last-day-of-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-4033635119212821040</id><published>2009-01-03T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:11:48.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And in the end, Peter Pan Stole Tinkerbell's wings so she'd never leave him..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2uh76es.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The above picture is of me kissing a dolphin named Lenny at Discovery Cove when I went to Florida with my Aunt Connie, cousin Adam, and my parents in February of 2007. I thought it would be a great occassion to post it up here, since last night my parents randomly decided that they'd like to go to Florida at the end of the month if my dad can get the time off from work. IT's a slight chance though because my dad's one out of the two bosses at his work, and the other guy recently broke his leg and is out for medical reasons. But oh how I love spontanaety..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, I went shopping with my parents today. My dad bought us all some really nice snowshoes, and boots and gloves to go with them as a late Christmas gift. I'm really looking forward to setting out for the trails with them and a bunch of my aunts, uncles and cousins one of these days. We'll have a blast! Then we went out to lunch at Panera Bread which was packed to it's maximum hold but still absolutely delicious, and hit up the mall to do a few more returns. Abbie and her mother were there, so I shopped around and visited with them for a bit as well. I ended up with some really nice iceskates from Dicks Sporting Goods, and 2 shirts and a scarf from Charlotte Russe. I also bought my friend Ashley a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle t-shirt because I know she's really wanted one for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow after church I'm probably going iceskating with some friends.. I can't wait to use my try out my new skates. They're beautiful :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-4033635119212821040?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4033635119212821040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=4033635119212821040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4033635119212821040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4033635119212821040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-in-end-peter-pan-stole-tinkerbells.html' title='And in the end, Peter Pan Stole Tinkerbell&apos;s wings so she&apos;d never leave him..'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2uh76es_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-442832968821836669</id><published>2009-01-02T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:48:20.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the beat goes on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I slept till quarter after noon today. I miss the Marylanders, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mercedeez&lt;/span&gt;, Ivy, and my cousins way too much. I want to download music but my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; is being lame. I might have very well given up our vacation to Florida to go to Maryland with my church for four days in February. I can't wait until I can drive. My grandparent's mean more to me than anyone in the world. Boredom leads to posts full of rambling and nonsense. My apologies. Here's a video from New Year's Eve :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d6b2c5a5daa3e117" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd6b2c5a5daa3e117%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899270%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DB1A3596877040511AB289F201B82CAE6AD9F45.129164D575672FFCD2AD52E910DD14CD3FCD14CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6b2c5a5daa3e117%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7m2YSx8S7_tgzmCiqyXMNmvo9QE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd6b2c5a5daa3e117%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329899270%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DB1A3596877040511AB289F201B82CAE6AD9F45.129164D575672FFCD2AD52E910DD14CD3FCD14CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6b2c5a5daa3e117%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7m2YSx8S7_tgzmCiqyXMNmvo9QE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-442832968821836669?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d6b2c5a5daa3e117&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/442832968821836669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=442832968821836669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/442832968821836669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/442832968821836669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='And the beat goes on...'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5996267404453843837</id><published>2009-01-01T15:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:33:25.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven Pounds is quite the heart warming movie, and Will Smith acts in it extremely well. I cried my eyes out toward the end, but I definitely think every single one of you should go see it, because I absolutely loved it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to Kelsey's house around 7ish, Mikaela and Ivy were already there. I was so happy to see Ivy considering I hadn't seen her since September. It's so hard when one of your best friends lives so far away. Actually, that's how it is for a lot of my best friends. Most of them live cities, or even states away. But anyways, we stayed up until 5:30 AM or so, dancing, watching movies and talking about everything there is to talk about. When the ball dropped, it was funny, because Ivy was in the bathroom and the rest of us were sitting on the floor in Kelsey's bedroom eating chips and dip. I glanced down at my phone because I had received a text message, and realized it was exactly 12:00. We all said 'Happy New Year' and then ran and knocked on the bathroom door and yelled it to Ivy as well. Haha this morning we all woke up around 11 to the smell of french toast, maple syrup, and brownies baking in the oven. Breakfast was delish and then we watched another movie before everyone went home. It was sad to see Ivy go, I miss her already. But we're already making plans to hang out soon and go see a show together, probably in February. February is going to be a fantastic month for me this year, because I get to see all the Marylanders as well! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 2009, everybody! Good luck in the new year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5996267404453843837?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5996267404453843837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5996267404453843837&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5996267404453843837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5996267404453843837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-2558906481915912028</id><published>2008-12-31T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:42:46.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the last day of 2008; the year of so many opportunities, new friends, growth, experiences, and change. I will never forget this past year, not only because it was my favorite year out of the 15 that I have experienced, but it was also filled with so many lasting memories. I met so many new people, learned so many new things, and discovered the person I really am supposed to be. I'll never forget my freshman year in highschool, the first play I was in, the friends I made, and the good times I had. I've grown in my faith more than ever before and I visited the city I've always dreamed of visting, finally able to say "I love NY" officially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/1126afo.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, no matter how many wonderful things occurred in 2008, there is no reason to be sad to see it pass because I know that it was only a stepping stone for what God has planned for each and every one of us in 2009. And I'm ready. I'm ready to see my prophecies be fulfilled, every church in the country expand, and more souls be saved starting on January 1st. Keep praying everybody, because God has big plans for you as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have plans to make my last day of 2008 as memorable as the rest of it was by going to the movies with my rents to see Seven Pounds. After that, I'll be going to my friend Kelsey's house for the night with my best friend Mikaela and my other friend Ivy, who I haven't seen since September.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/4mki1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Ivy back in September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope all of you have a wonderful new year and I should be posting again tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-2558906481915912028?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2558906481915912028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=2558906481915912028&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/2558906481915912028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/2558906481915912028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-will-be-remembered-always.html' title='Adios 2008!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/1126afo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-7625946521932223394</id><published>2008-12-30T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:13:46.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged, once again! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://malaisejolie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 TV Shows I Watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Degrassi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. What I Like About You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. The Secret Life of the American Teenager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. American Idol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. The Ellen Degeneres Show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Favorite Restaraunts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Panera Bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Golden Corrale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Ponderosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Subway :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Texas Roadhouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Mangia y Bevi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Wherever we went in Times Square last April to eat cheesecake and french fries at 1 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. La Roma's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things That Happened To Me Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I went and got my hair highlighted and trimmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Cameron texted me with a random question and made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I got my eyebrows waxed for the first time ever and it hurt 10 x's more than my cartilage piercing since Nancy ripped some skin off in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. I went to the library and checked out Jane Eyre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I visited my grandparent's for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. I ate a push pop!!! Man, I hadn't had one of those things in forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Taylor apologized to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. I read a magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I Look Forward To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Finding my perfect match :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Going to Florida with Mikaela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. The next production we put on at school! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Maryland in February with my church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Chillen with Ivy tomorrow at Kelsey's house for New Years!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. The new year in general...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Meeting Josh in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Becoming tighter than spandex with Jonnie again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I Wish For:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. My future husband to come along and sweep me off my feet ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. World peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Jon to get saved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. My parents to come to church with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. My parents to allow me to get baptised on Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. I wish that I win the hip shaking competition against Cameron :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. I also wish that Cameron liked me :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. And that I could be close with Ryne again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I suppose I have to tag four people....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389359383653148161"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032590751725173862"&gt;Taffy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226922244773859406"&gt;Debbie&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962106717375135503"&gt;Natalie!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-7625946521932223394?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7625946521932223394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=7625946521932223394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7625946521932223394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7625946521932223394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-tagged-once-again-d.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged, once again! :D'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5135864575342857303</id><published>2008-12-29T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:12:57.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my cartilage pierced!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so nervous to do it, but I've wanted it done for the longest time and while I was at the mall with my grandma and my mom today, I decided to just get it over with and go through with it. It hardly hurt at all, and I smiled the entire time. Here's a photo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2dvnc4p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/29zpsac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent way too much money today. I bought 2 shirts, a necklace, and 2 pairs of earrings from Charlotte Russe; a t shirt and a scarf from American Eagle; and a hoody, a cardigan, 2 hats, and a bright yellow skirt from H&amp;amp;M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5135864575342857303?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5135864575342857303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5135864575342857303&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5135864575342857303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5135864575342857303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-my-cartilage-pierced.html' title='I got my cartilage pierced!!!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2dvnc4p_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-1453304696376659452</id><published>2008-12-28T16:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:48:48.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One crazy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this morning was amazing! I woke up ready and expecting something big to happen, and I was right! God is really starting to move in our church more than ever, and I think everyone feels it. So many people were in tears and receiving prophetic words left and right; it was unbelievable. And I got more into worship than ever before. Pastor Dan's message was incredible, life changing, convicting- all those great things. He preached about it being the end of the year and how 2008 was the stepping stone for all the big things God has planned for 2009. He told us to prepare ourselves, because there's going to be a big change coming and we're going to be a huge part of it. I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2dl3e6v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cameron &amp;amp; Mercedeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/f1l4p.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abbie &amp;amp; Mercedeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then after church...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikaela, Mercedeez, Cameron, Ryne, Taylor, Bobby and I all went to Taco Bell. We hung out for a little while and ate some lunch, and then Shaler came and gave me, Mikaela and Mercedeez a ride to the iceskating rink so we could all go iceskating with Abbie and Mackenzie. That lasted about 10 minutes, cause the place was so packed you could hardly move, and my skates nor Mercedeez's skates fit us and we ended up with massive blisters in the matter of about 5 minutes. But then Mikaela, Mercedeez and I went to the movies to see Yes Man with Cameron. Today was hectic, but it ended up being wildy fun too. I'm so glad I got to hang out with Mercedeez today, I haven't seen her since the summer and I missed her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/la5x0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikaela, Mercedeez &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/33wwfpv.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Mercedeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have the funniest friends. ahah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/4v249s.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mercedeez &amp;amp; Ryne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2w3ur2p.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor &amp;amp; Mercedeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good night! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-1453304696376659452?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1453304696376659452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=1453304696376659452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1453304696376659452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1453304696376659452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-crazy-day.html' title='One crazy day'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2dl3e6v_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-308214655504771673</id><published>2008-12-27T13:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T06:04:41.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My creative side..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever since I was little, I've had an intense love for writing - especially poems. On Christmas Eve, I wrote my first song. Let me know what you think! It's called You're The Reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great, the snow is falling slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wrap me in a great big bow...and tear me apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's christmas time so set the presents aside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me that you'll be here and open my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you say that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you say things will be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know that you are my savior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still christmas if the snow don't fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause youre the one who saved us all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forget our worries because after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's christmas time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people walk across the busy road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no joy in this christmas cheer, theyre falling apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cozy place, made out of wood and grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at us tonight, bring us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you said that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you said that things will be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know that you are the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still christmas if the snow don't fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause youre the one who saved us all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forget our worries because after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive been praying that you would come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its hard cause i feel so alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i just want you to take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive been praying that you would come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its hard cause i feel so alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i just want you to take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still christmas if the snow don't fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause youre the one who saved us all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forget our worries because after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's christmas time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still christmas if the snow don't fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;youre right here to keep me safe and sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forget our worries because after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's christmas time again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all of us, all of us are smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/rm44e9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND ALSO! Describe your ideal match, your perfect guy, your prince charmin. I'm doing an independent study and it'd really help me out a lot. Thanks! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-308214655504771673?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/308214655504771673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=308214655504771673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/308214655504771673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/308214655504771673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-creative-side.html' title='My creative side..'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/rm44e9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5918803098765747523</id><published>2008-12-26T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:19:12.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly questions and love songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to: Light On - David Cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reading: Picture Perfect - Elaine Marie Alphin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking to: Jenna on AIM, Cameron &amp;amp; Mikaela in text&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the day after Christmas, and I spent most of it watching movies and reading that book. I finally finished it, and it's definitely one I'd reccommend. I also went into the city for a little bit to do some exchanges, and ended up running into this kid I used to get on the school bus with a couple years ago. He's working at JC Penney now a days. I also saw my friend's mom at Wal*Mart. She goes to my church :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic of the Day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Flirting. My friend Cameron, that you have all heard so much about, has yet again inspired me on something to post about. He texted me a little while ago asking the question "How far has a boy gone to hit on you?" I was quite surprised, but it gave me a good laugh. He always seems to be able to do that for me :) But anyways, I think he might have asked me this because the other day, when we were talking about what we are looking for in our perfect match, I had said something about wanting a guy that will stand out and be different from all the rest, and who is able to catch my attention. So anyways, I bring myself to the question of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question:&lt;/em&gt; What is something a guy has done for you, that has really made him stand out in some way?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Answer:&lt;/em&gt; There's actually quite a few things that stick out in my mind, but the thing that happened most recently was this kid wrote me a song on guitar; lyrics, chords and all...It's kind of a love song but it's also a Christmas song because he knows how much I enjoy this holiday. I thought it was really sweet, and he's going to sing it to me when we hang out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5918803098765747523?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5918803098765747523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5918803098765747523&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5918803098765747523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5918803098765747523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/silly-questions-and-love-songs.html' title='Silly questions and love songs'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5711938997918785933</id><published>2008-12-25T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T06:06:02.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't sleep at all last night, I don't know if it was because of my excitement or what, but I couldn't sleep. I stayed up till midnight texting Cameron about our ideal future husbands and wives, and then I finally forced myself to sleep. I slept about 4 hours, and then woke up again and was wide awake for about a half an hour. I officially woke up around 7, to the sound of my parents and grandparents downstairs making coffee and attempting to stay quiet. I gave everyone their good morning hugs, and Mom made me hot chocolate with extra marshmellows and whipped cream before we all opened our presents. I got a ton of giftcards, clothes, scarves, hats, jewlery, makeup, shoes, legwarmers, peanut butter M&amp;amp;M's, Juicy Couture perfume, pajamas, and orange iPod headphones from my parents. I also got the David Cook CD, which I thought was kind of funny because that's what I had bought Mom for Christmas, along with the Beyonce CD I burnt for her. I got Daddy a bible, and I wrote my grandparent's a really long poem and framed it for them. When they read it, they both got all choked up and teary eyed, which triggered my tears as well. It was a very touching moment, and by far the best part of my morning. After breakfast my grandparent's left to go home, and my parents and I got ready to go to their house for lunch. We got there around noon, and I opened more presents there. Again I got clothes, shoes, pajamas, scarves, and a really squishy orange pillow. (Can you tell orange is my favorite color yet?) I also got 2 bottles of the Slice Of Heaven lotion and shower gel from Victorias Secret from my Aunt Norma and Uncle Sal. After lunch/dinner or whatever you want to call it, we took a couple pictures, and watched a few old home videos from when I was like 2-4 years old. Most of them were from around Christmas time. In one of the videos, it was Christmas morning and my grandparent's and parent's were all sitting around the Christmas tree watching me open presents like usual...there was music playing in the background and I started to dance while I waited for Dad to take the doll I had just unwrapped out of the box. Then a few minutes later, you see Grandpa (or rather, Rrrampa) trying to teach me how to shake my hips. So I'd just like to say that my dancing skills are all inherited from Grandpa. Hahah he's always been my best friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/nc1gfp.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we left my grandparent's house, my parent's and I came back home for a little while to drop off presents and relax for a little while. During this time, I talked to Josh on AIM for a little while and finished writing my original Christmas song. Today is Josh's birthday by the way, so happy birthday Joshyyy! :D AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JESUS, TOO!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyways, we went to my Aunt Cori and Uncle Frank's house around 6... (They live across the street.) This has always been my favorite part of Christmas, for so many reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. We're getting together with Dad's side of the fam, who I hardly ever see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. You never know who you're actually GOING to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Every single person on Dad's side of the fam is crazy....in a good way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year not as many people were there as usual...only Aunt Cori &amp;amp;Uncle Frank, Mom &amp;amp; Dad, Jane &amp;amp; Carmen, Aunt Sherry &amp;amp; Uncle John, Aunt Connie, Grammy, and my cousins Stacy &amp;amp; John, Rebecca, Sherry Danielle, Josephine, Adam, and Kyle were there. Along with Rebecca's friend Dave and Josephine's boyfriend Matt. Usually there's a whole lot more people, and it's kind of sad that my cousins Nicole, Nastasha, Angel and Amanda didn't come home this year. But it's understandable, since they all live SO far away. We all still had fun anyways, doing the Chinese Christmas and goofing around like we always do. I also got a really pretty scarf, a pair of silver Lia Sofia earrings, and a giftcard from my Aunt Connie and cousin Adam. And I got an adorable model-like hat and scarf from my Aunt Cori and Uncle Frank. I can't wait to take pictures in the hat, it reminds me of those hats you see on all the models in the Teen Vogue magazines. Tis amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas everybodyyy! I think i'mma go watch a movie with my mom since dad already went to sleep since he has to work tomorrow...Lamesauce. ahah but yeah good night and I hope everyone had a fantastical Christmas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5711938997918785933?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5711938997918785933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5711938997918785933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5711938997918785933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5711938997918785933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/nc1gfp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-63556836712286014</id><published>2008-12-24T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:29:28.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>I made some scrambled eggs, hot chocolate and watched Elf this morning. My grandparent's should be here around 4; dinner is at 5. I'm so excited, we always have a big dinner on Christmas Eve, completed with an assortment of delicious desserts afterwards. My grandparent's always spend the night on Christmas Eve and after dinner we either watch a Christmas movie, or an old home video, and take lots of pictures. And sometimes I open a gift or two before everyone goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-63556836712286014?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/63556836712286014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=63556836712286014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/63556836712286014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/63556836712286014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-1362987443587589781</id><published>2008-12-23T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T05:51:31.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve...Eve :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can all look at me as one of those crazy people who go shopping too close to Christmas now, because I've been at the mall all day with Casey, Cameron, Ryne and their parents. All of my Christmas shopping is done, so I pretty much just went along for the ride, and didn't buy anything except for a phone cover. I mostly just walked around and tried on clothes with Casey, keeping her company while her family shopped for everyone..but at one point Cameron told me to come shopping with him, so I did. We hung out just the two of us for a couple hours, walking around the mall, going in and out of stores, goofing around, and talking. We danced and yelled at eachother in H&amp;amp;M, I helped him pick out some stuff for Casey for Christmas, and we gave eachother some fashion advice and tried on hats. We also had a couple deep conversations, that made us lose track of what we were actually supposed to be doing a few times. He opened up to me about how it takes a lot for him to like a girl, and told me all about his most recent crush..and how it ended. We also exchanged a few silly stories and I brought up a few significant points of my own. I really enjoyed hanging out with just him, talking and goofing around for those few hours. He makes me think and then really listens to what I have to say. That's one of the many things I love about him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we finally met up with everyone else again, we all sat in the middle of the mall and started singing Christmas songs. A whole bunch of people stopped to watch us and listen. This was by far my favorite part of the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all went to Burger King for dinner, ahah I sat with Casey, Cameron and Ryne. I think Ry was a bit jealous that I'd been chillen with his brother so much that day, since he barely talked to me at all even though I sat straight across from him. Then Ryne and Cameron got into what they both are looking for in a girl, Cameron saying how he has such high expectations (a lot like me) and how he wants a girl that's kind of shy, but outgoing at the same time. Like..someone who is shy at times but can stand out and be an idiot at other times. Which, not to sound conceited or anything, but that's how I am. Ryne's looking for a hot Asian chick who loves God; and that's about it. He's so shallow. It's so weird how they're so different, but it makes me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my gosh...I almost forgot. Casey made me ride on one of those little kid rollercoaster rides in the middle of the mall where you put in a quarter and it moves you all over the place. She recorded it on my phone ahah and if I can figure out how, I'll post it up on here sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to watch House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe tomorrow's Christmas Eve!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-1362987443587589781?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1362987443587589781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=1362987443587589781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1362987443587589781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1362987443587589781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eveeve.html' title='Christmas Eve...Eve :)'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5552835973139691540</id><published>2008-12-22T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:08:15.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>I got her the Mama Mia DVD.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to watch it later when my dad gets home with the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is in 3 days!!! I can't believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5552835973139691540?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5552835973139691540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5552835973139691540&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5552835973139691540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5552835973139691540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-8702854590091170308</id><published>2008-12-21T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:46:43.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iconator.com/icon.php?IconID=583789"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z157868734.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/z157868734.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ICONATOR_0c6b882d44c83affb9677c81ce.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/ICONATOR_0c6b882d44c83affb9677c81ce.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Christmas-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/Christmas-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was our Christmas service at church. Not even just the sanctuary, but the WHOLE church was decorated so elegantly and so unbelievably beautiful this morning. There were lights, flowers, and Christmas decorations everywhere. It looked so nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be honest, I've never been to a Christmas service before, so this was a new experience for me. I really enjoyed it though, and a bunch of new people came for a visit. It was so different from our normal Sunday service, nobody preached and we didn't really sing any worship songs.. although we did sing a few Christmas carols about Jesus. A few people went up to perform, either with their own original Christmas song that they wrote themselves, or to sing an already well known song. The nativity scene was also performed, and it was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone was so dressed up and cheerful this morning, it pushed me even more into the spirit of Christmas and I now even more appreciate the reason it is celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh hey, do you want to hear something weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night, I had a dream with Casey, Cameron, and Ryne all in it. When I walked into church this morning, I was still thinking about the dream because it was so random and weird that it was still replaying itself in my mind, trying to figure out if it had any meaning to it or something. But anyways, I walked in the sanctuary and almost immediately was greeted by Cameron and Casey on stage. They were getting everything ready for this morning's service. I went up to join them, and Cameron was like "You were in my dream last night!" Then Casey told me I was in her dream too. Oy, I don't know. There's probably no importance of this at all, I just thought it was kind of incredible...if I do say so myself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4 days till Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-8702854590091170308?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8702854590091170308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=8702854590091170308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8702854590091170308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8702854590091170308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5670165817885557083</id><published>2008-12-20T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:45:16.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z176823129.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/z176823129.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/z172479279.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z157833407.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/z157833407.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z176823129.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z176823129.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend Casey is coming over in a little while, and we're going to go for a walk down the road and through this beautiful Winter Wonderland. We have to go to my aunt's house and get some cherries, so we can come back here and bake chocolate chip cookies for Christmas! Our youth group's Christmas party is tonight at 630, and I'm definitely looking forward to it a lot. I can't believe it's officially been a year since I first started going to my church, not knowing anyone other than Cameron..but today being friends with absolutely every kid in the youth group. Abbie's making me an anniversary card because it's been one year since we first met. I remember sitting in a chair at the Christmas party last year, with my friend Morgan (I brought her along for moral support, since she'd been to the church a couple times before) and Cameron coming up to me and introducing Abbie as his adorable little cousin, while having his arm around her. She's the only person I really remember first meeting, and I don't know why it sticks out to me so much. But anyways, I can't wait to see Melissa tonight!!! I haven't seen her in what seems like forever :/ And Katie! She's going to college in NYC now, so I hardly ever see her anymore. But she's home for Christmas- so YAY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omgsh!!! The Christmas party was so much fun!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ate a lot and played Family Feud. Sarah V, Kelsey B, Yifei, and Emma were on my team. We had to make up a story about our family, so we said that we were all sisters, and the only one not adopted was Yifei. She's our exchange student this year, from China, by the way. We called ourselves the Vandenbachicairchli's. It's all of our last names mixed together. Haha! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we had a raffle, and my friend Mackenzie won an iPod touch!! (Last year Travis won it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afterwards we sang Christmas carols and danced around the church, hugged everyone, and then left. The party was supposed to end at 830, but it didn't end up being over until after 9. Haha oh well, I think everyone had a blast! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sarah came over for a bit after the party, she just left a little while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 days till Christmas!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5670165817885557083?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5670165817885557083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5670165817885557083&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5670165817885557083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5670165817885557083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas party!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-1661497089146624166</id><published>2008-12-19T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:23:18.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas break kick off!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's officially Christmas break, and we got out of school super early today, because it was supposed to start blizzarding around noon. Well, the weather channel was right! The snow is starting to pour out of the sky as I type this. I'm looking out my window, and I think the winter wonderland is actually going to stick around for a while this time. Let's hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b14614296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/b14614296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z157832964.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/z157832964.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z157659955.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h156/x3--sara/z157659955.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I forgot to wrap presents! But what better way to kick off Christmas vacation than wrapping presents and listening to Christmas music? So that's what I plan on doing :) As of right now, it looks like Christmas exploded in the basement and my bedroom because of all the wrapping paper, boxes, tissue paper, ribbons, stickers, and bags galore laying all over the place. I like it though, it's really putting me in the Christmas spirit...Even more than I already was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is in 6 days!&lt;br /&gt;OWWWW! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-1661497089146624166?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1661497089146624166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=1661497089146624166&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1661497089146624166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1661497089146624166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-break-kick-off.html' title='Christmas break kick off!!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-857156791492555181</id><published>2008-12-18T17:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:26:16.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy the elf, what's your favorite color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/elf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="elf Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e265/freakjes5ika/elf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is national 'say "BUDDY THE ELF, WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?" when you answer the phone' day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrigal Feast was tonight!!! There were a few mess ups, but all in all it went really well since it was so relaxed and laid back. Spear (one of the directors) said that the Herald and Steward part (that's me and Ashley) was the best part of the whole show. And it was a 2 and a half hour show!!! To get a compliment like that from Spear, is like beyond amazing...because he's seriously one of the most critical and intimidating people I have ever met in my entire life. So i feel pretty dang proud of myself right about now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-857156791492555181?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/857156791492555181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=857156791492555181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/857156791492555181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/857156791492555181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/mad-feast.html' title='Buddy the elf, what&apos;s your favorite color?'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-8936934315321217272</id><published>2008-12-17T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:33:13.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clown noses and rosy cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a 2 hour delay at school today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I just got home from the little kids Christmas party at church. It went really well, and we all had to dress up like clowns. It was pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/ht7f2h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron told Rachel he likes me, by the way. I'm pretty sure he was just kidding..since he was the one that informed me about it. But he did tell me that I should be Mary for the nativity scene that we're performing on Sunday at church, since he's Joseph. And he announced to everyone that I'm his wife to be, while hugging me real tight. Ha...what a funny kid ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-8936934315321217272?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8936934315321217272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=8936934315321217272&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8936934315321217272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8936934315321217272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/clown-noses-and-rosy-cheeks.html' title='Clown noses and rosy cheeks'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/ht7f2h_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-2897348579030036029</id><published>2008-12-15T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:24:24.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's big and green and would hurt if it fell out of a tree?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A POOL TABLE! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I'm pretty sure I have the best global class, and teacher in the whole wide world)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2bux3s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must admit, I'm quite sick of Ryne's mood swings. He either loves me or hates me... but right now it's somewhere in between. I think we're going to be close friends, yet again, ahah. Mary brought me another apple from Ryne in English class today. (He knows of my infatuation with apples ahah) That was the first breakthrough point, so I thought. But in photo journalism; me, Ryne and Mikaela had to go around the school and take pictures for the little kids book we're supposed to be making. That didn't work out too well, because Ryne was in a spaced off mood and none of us were in the mood to take pictures (for once) So we stopped by the cafeteria to visit with all the kids enjoying their lunch that period. Finally Mikaela and I left Ryne at a table with AJ, Alyshea, Tiffany, Mark, Freddie, Gage, and all of them..and went back to class to chill with Tyler and Hannah until the bell rang. Then before spanish, I was walking back from my locker with my friend Casey, and I spot Ryne standing ahead of us a little bit with AJ and Freddie. When he saw me, he yelled my name kind of excitedly and gave me the apple. Him, Bruce, Alec and AJ had written me 'love notes' all over it with a sharpie. That seriously made my day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stayed after school AGAIN today with Ashley to rehearse. (Mad Feast is on Thursday!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't have my phone with me, but when I finally checked it to see if I had any text messages or missed calls from my mom... I noticed I did have missed calls. Three of them...all from Ryne. He left me a voice mail saying how he loves me and misses me, in a friendly way, and that he thinks we should hang out soon and catch up..because he misses how things used to be and we used to have a good time whenever we were together. I agree, and I personally think it would be a wonderful idea if it weren't for all the snow and the near zero weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE BEEN TAGGED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by &lt;a href="http://ohsnapitsnatalie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never done one of these before, so I hope I do this right. Hahah but here are my eight random facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I can't stand it when people touch my knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I used to be afraid of the toilet flushing, the wind, and cameras when I was in kindergarten and younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I'm extremely optimistic; most people I know haven't seen me upset before and don't even think it's possible. Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. I've always been pretty smart, staying on high honors and stuff like that..but I tend to lack a bunch of common sense and logic at times. (Sorry Natalie, I kind of stole this one from you..but it's true for me as well!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I have an infatuation with apples, as I have previously mentioned in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. I was supposed to be a twin, but before I was born I had to force myself to grow and my twin was apparently too big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. I wish I had red in my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. I don't like cake, cupcakes, donuts, pie, most cookies, icecream, or muffins (unless they're blueberry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I have to tag 8 people? Coolll :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imaflightlessbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blather-a-la-taffy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Taffy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://canyousayfashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aren&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://holidaymoon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teresa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://http//rachelspictureperfect.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://iheartyouux3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09248568557112419593"&gt;Tatis&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448037645897457269"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random question: Is cheesecake cake or pie? Hahaha i've been wondering this since sixth grade and no one has ever given me a straight answer :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-2897348579030036029?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2897348579030036029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=2897348579030036029&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/2897348579030036029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/2897348579030036029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-big-and-green-and-would-hurt-if.html' title='What&apos;s big and green and would hurt if it fell out of a tree?'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/2bux3s_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5423534421248772959</id><published>2008-12-14T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:32:21.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget: bring an easy bake oven, a tuba, and a swim suit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The famous words of Cameron, right there^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! Last night he texted me while I was getting ready for the dance and asked if I was going...I said yeah and he texted me back and said that I lied to him. (Tuesday night when we were all at the church practicing for this Wednesday's little kids Christmas party I had told him that I wasn't going to the dance unless he goes, even though he's graduated. Haha) But I told him I wasn't lieing and that I had been talked into it by Mikaela. Then he texted me back and was like "Oh well I was going to invite you over to my place ;)" Like just joking around (as far as i know) and i'm like "OH BABY! Perhaps i wont go to the dance!" And that's when he said "Okay don't forget..bring an easy bake oven, a tuba, and a swim suit." And absolutely made my day. I seriously laughed for like 5 minutes. That kid makes me giggle so much....ahahah I miss him, and today at church he hugged me like 9 billion times in a row and said he missed me too :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryne is being extremely immature again, by the way. He's obviously trying to make me jealous by talking about how he's going to be a lot happier from now on all because of these girls he's been talking to on the phone today (that he doesn't even know) I'm definitely not getting jealous, but i am getting annoyed because this is exactly what happened last time, and then a few days later he confessed his love for me. Oh Lord, why can't he just grow up and get over it? Seriously. I'm fed up with his nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comment this post, and the post entitled "Christmas Ball" as well, pretty please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.tinypic.com/2liy7ug.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 days till Christmas! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5423534421248772959?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5423534421248772959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5423534421248772959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5423534421248772959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5423534421248772959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-forget-bring-easy-bake-oven-tuba.html' title='Don&apos;t forget: bring an easy bake oven, a tuba, and a swim suit.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.tinypic.com/2liy7ug_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5847779392279687113</id><published>2008-12-14T11:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:29:25.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2ewgk1t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That picture is from before the dance, with my best friend Mikaela^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I apologize for the informality, we only took about 3 'formal' looking pictures, and none of them came out too good. We tend to be complete idiots when we hang out, and both of us were quite off the wall last night with excitement. Hahah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it definitely wasn't as fun as last year..but I did experience my very first slow dance. I must say it was quite interesting...Okay so, i didn't go with a date. I was asked by a couple of guys that I'm pree good friends with, I just didn't want to have a date. I think it's way more fun when you go alone, so you're not just reserved to one person the whole night, and you're just carefree. But my friend Bruce came with this girl Charity Faith as his date. And then when the first and only slow song came on, I was standing in the middle of the dance floor and talking with Bruce and Mikaela. Mikaela looks at Bruce and says, "You should go dance with Fai!" He looked around a little bit, not trying too hard to find her, and goes "I don't know where she is." I was just looking at him and smiling, because I'm a normally happy person, and before I knew it, we were slow dancing. He just all of a sudden put his hands on my hips and I smiled real big and ended up putting my arms around his neck...He sang to me the whole time, even though he didn't know half the words. He was just like, "Just pretend I know the words." I laughed the whole time, loving every second of it, although it was kind of awkward at times. Especially when you consider the fact that I was wearing heels, and he's normally shorter than I am to begin with. So I was prolly at least a half a foot taller than him. Hahaha but that's okay, it was still fun. And then he hugged me, like the couples do when they slow dance, and he's like "We're going to dance like this for a while" and then he was like, telling me to hold him tighter and stuff. My friends Ali and Mikaela were behind him, dancing like crazy people, and laughing their butts off at us. So of course I was laughing too. At one point, he was like "Are you laughing or crying?" And i'm like, "Oh i'm definitely laughing!" and he goes "I feel like you're going to collapse on me." I apologized, and kind of pulled away a little bit after a couple more seconds. He was singing to me again by this point, I laughed again and said "Youre amazing Bruce, seriously, you are" And he goes "You're amazing too, Sara." I'm not going to lie, it was a really touching moment. Hahah when the song was over, we hugged really tight for like 5 minutes and he's like "I LOVE YOU SARA!" and I'm like "I LOVE YOU TOO!" And we both went our separate ways, to continue dancing crazily for the rest of the night. Apparently, Ryne was a bit jealous, and stared at Mikaela the whole time like 'I CANT BELIEVE THIS, I HATE MY LIFE' because he wanted to slow dance with me too. He really didn't talk to me hardly at all last night either way, and afterwards pretty much blamed me for his unhappiness lately, without actually saying it. But this morning at church was a little bit better, at least we talked a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/6gixog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That picture is a bunch of people dancing at our dance, by the way...I'm the one like smack dab in the middle in a white dress with my arms in the air :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5847779392279687113?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5847779392279687113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5847779392279687113&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5847779392279687113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5847779392279687113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-ball.html' title='Christmas Ball'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/2ewgk1t_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-9119796404533742171</id><published>2008-12-13T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:14:00.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me on a sleigh ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Christmas music!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing: Colombia sweat shirt, skinny jeans, slipper boots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for: mom to be done making pizza :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/25ivi2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth center last night was pree fun, I hung out with a ton of kids I haven't really had a chance to chill with in a while.. like Gabbie, Chandler, Jon and Spencer. It was nice :) Mikaela, Shelby, Maggie, Meagan, Jeremiah and Ryne were there too. And about 100 other kids. But yeah, we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryne texted me around 1:30 in the morning to tell me he still has feelings for me. I knew he did, but I don't know what to do. Because I don't think of him as anything more than just a good friend anymore. Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikaela's coming over around 4 to get ready for Christmas ball with me, I'll post pictures up later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-9119796404533742171?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/9119796404533742171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=9119796404533742171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/9119796404533742171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/9119796404533742171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-me-on-sleigh-ride.html' title='Take me on a sleigh ride'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/25ivi2a_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3251387123559201966</id><published>2008-12-12T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:22:38.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing: orange hoody, flowy scarf, purple tank top, skinny jeans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking to: Ed, Taylor, Josh, Hannah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling: tired, hopeful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a 1 hour delay. I went to the nurse's office first period because I had a terrible headache and it was making me all shaky and sick to my stomach. You know, nurse's offices are really a terrible place to be. They make me feel so awkward- everyone coming in and out, staring at you laying on some uncomfortable so-called 'bed' in complete agony. Normally, attention doesnt bother me- ahah i'm not going to lie, being in the spot light is actually quite fun for me :) But not when I have a headache and I feel like i'm going to be sick :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theatre was fun as always.. Spear helped me and Ashley out a lot!!! Then we stayed after for him and practiced in the cafeteria (where Mad Feast is actually going to be held) so we could get a feel for the environment and how we had to present ourselves. There were a bunch of kids and a couple teachers in there setting up for tomorrow night's Christmas ball, who got to watch us practice. Watching us wasn't as bad as listening to us though. We had to be SO UNBELIEVABLY LOUD, and make so many random funny noises. And sing. Hahaha it was so much fun though!!!! I'm pretty sure we made a couple kid's days ahahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing again, and im getting ready to go to the youth center to chill with Ryne, Mikaela and some other kids until about 10. Have a wonderful evening and happy Friday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3251387123559201966?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3251387123559201966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3251387123559201966&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3251387123559201966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3251387123559201966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/currently_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-8833423171262588825</id><published>2008-12-11T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:37:19.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing: cardigan, flowery tank top thing from charlotte russe, skinny jeans, black necklace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading: Picture Perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking to: AIM- Jonniebear and Holly, texting- Dakota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to see my math teacher for some help on reviewing for today's quiz, I saw this girl Kerri coming out of the bathroom crying. I hesitated, feeling a slight push to talk to her and see if she was okay. Of course I got too nervous and kept walking..besides, she looked like she was on a mission anyways. I kicked myself the whole time I was talking to my math teacher, and the whole walk back to study hall. When I finally sat down in the library, I pulled out my phone and thankfully I still had her number in my contacts from when she texted me on Retro Day. I texted her to see if she was okay, and we've been texting pree much right straight through since. Honestly, i have never really talked to her before. Not like this. I mean there's been the occasional "hello" in the hallway, or the friendly compliments in school or on Myspace picture comments...but I don't think we've ever actually TALKED until today. I think my text today, and the fact that I was trying to comfort her, really put her in a bit of a shock. But I know she was appreciative, because at one point she texted me and said "Thank you so much sara. Your a great person. Seriously. I hardly know you and your helping me like you've known me since kindergarden. Thank you so much. It means a lot to me." We talked all day- not just about what was going on with her, but just about everything. She's one of those girls in the Kayla crew by the way, they're best friends. I've been wanting to be friends with them for a while now- since I thought they hated me. But they don't, and now we're actually starting to become friends in a way... It's crazy how God works, you know? He's been giving me so many opportunities left and right that are like a slap in the face if I let them pass me by. I think I'm going to invite Kerri and Kayla to my church's Christmas party next Friday if Ryne hasn't already beat me to it. Either way, I hope they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting closer with old friends, making new ones, and even growing closer with some of my family lately too. There's this kid, Jon, who I used to be best friends with in the 8th grade. He was the last guy I dated (about 2 years ago) and that ruined things for our friendship. I realized we were better friends than anything more than that, and he didn't agree. And up until this year- we had a sort of love/hate relationship and were actually quite mean to eachother at times. But we're finally getting to be super close friends again, and both of us are absolutely loving it. We have always had a special bond, and a trust between us that neither of us can seem to find in most other people, and we know eachother better than a lot of other people do. I'm so excited to be best friends with him again, you don't even know. I've also been getting closer with a bunch of my family, like I said, especially my cousins. My cousin Sherry (she's in her 20's) and I used to be wicked close when I was a little kid. She used to come over all the time and play dolls with me. I remember those times just like it was yesterday... But anyways, I went to that party on Thanksgiving at my cousin Rebecca's house with my (favorite) aunt, Connie, and my cousins Sherry and Josephine were there and we all just got talking. Sherry is probably closest to my age, ahah and we're starting to get really close again, just like when I was little. It's awesome...we're actually making plans to go iceskating one Sunday and she wants me to learn how to snowboard with her this Winter. I can't wait!! :D&lt;br /&gt;New friends: &amp;amp; Like i said, I've also been meeting a whole bunch of new people and making lots of new friends lately too. Not just in my school- but from all over the place. Like this girl, Jade, she lives real close to me but she goes to a different school. She goes to my youth group though, so that's kind of how I met her. She's having a movie night at her house tomorrow night and I'm supposed to go, along with some of the other kids from youth group. I also met these two real cool kids named Josh and Mark. Mark goes to my school, he's a year older than me, and he's in a band. We've been texting a lot lately, and he's a huge flirt...but he seems pree friendly and I've been asking around about him- haven't really heard anything but positive things to be said about him..which is always a plus! :) Josh is this chill, full blown straightedge Christian who likes spicy food and can't dance. He doesn't go to my school, but he lives pree close just like Jade and he's extremely friendly. He's a real comedic kid ahah our AIM conversations always seem to make me giggle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way I rehearsed with Ashley for 2 periods during school today, we got way more accomplished today than yesterday. Hahaha and I got my nails done after school for my school's Christmas ball..which just so happens to be on Saturday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well im uber tired so i think i'mma go read for a little bit, hopefully watch House (if it's on) and get some sleep. Nighty nightttt! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-8833423171262588825?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8833423171262588825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=8833423171262588825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8833423171262588825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8833423171262588825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/currently_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3258711864192828777</id><published>2008-12-10T15:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:09:54.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently...&lt;br /&gt;Wearing: skinny jeans, hair in side pony, and a tie-dye "I *heart* DC" t-shirt that my best friend bought me (although i've never actually been to DC myself)&lt;br /&gt;Watching: the weather channel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Spear told Ashley and I that we're like honors theatre kids now...it meant a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Ryne and I are tight again, everything is completely back to normal &amp;amp; I'm lovin' it :)&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and I rehearsed for about 40 minutes after school today, I'd say it went well...except we probably goofed around more than we actually got anything accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;My youth group is going on a 'field trip' type thing tonight, and my parents won't let me go :(&lt;br /&gt;So i'm texting Cameron, Ryne and Alec as I type this. I'm also texting Ashley and Mikaela, but they don't go to my church.&lt;br /&gt;Kayla sat with me in the library during study hall today! Im only excited about that because I was just saying that I wished I was friends with her and her crew the other day, since I'm friends with like everyone else in school. We talked a bit and did some homework, it was pree cool :)&lt;br /&gt;English is my favorite class next to theatre right now, by the way. I'm really learning a lot of new stuff with Walshie-poo as my teacher. She's fab. I like science a lot too, as a matter of fact :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go memorize about a kagillion lines, songs, and dances. Spear is quizzing us on our lines on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy &amp;amp; puppy, Lacey, are dancing in the kitchen. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3258711864192828777?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3258711864192828777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3258711864192828777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3258711864192828777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3258711864192828777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/currently_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5889836073230657955</id><published>2008-12-09T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:42:00.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently...&lt;br /&gt;Wearing: skinny jeans, hollister hoody, some wicked classy shirt and a tank top&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: The Rocket Summer&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: in pain. I've had a headache since 2nd period :/&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for: 7 o'clock to roll around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been getting so much snow lately, that I had a 2 hour delay today. I was only in school until about 6th period, and then I got picked up early for a doctor's appointment. Normally i'd be pree excited to leave school early, but today i wasn't. I wanted to be in theatre so bad. I need the rehearsing time. But oh well, I guess i'm staying after with Ashley tomorrow to rehearse our lines with Spear. He's the honors theatre teacher and apparently he offered to help us get ready for the Mad Feast. I appreciate that he wants to help us, but i'm also kind of nervous because he's pree strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor's appointment went well I guess. He referred me over to a gastrologist and I'm keeping my eurologist appointment too... Fun :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I've gotta go, I should prolly finish getting ready. I have to be at the church by 7 to practice for the little kid's Christmas party. I'm supposed to be a clown in a dance/song thing from Sesame Street with Abbie and Rachel. Debbie showed me the video of what we're reinacting on Sunday after church, it's adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5889836073230657955?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5889836073230657955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5889836073230657955&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5889836073230657955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5889836073230657955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/currently.html' title=''/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5821649020605153793</id><published>2008-12-08T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:33:50.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not really good with naming my posts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing: Pacsun tee, Guess jeans, curly hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Sorry I Stole Yo Gurl - The Friday Night Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling: a bit chilly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom let me sleep in this morning since i didn't sleep at all last night. I ended up getting to school towards the end of 3rd period, which is english class. I love this class. I love writing. We're reading Macbeth right now though. It's actually not that bad once you start to understand Shakespearean language...ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things are back to normal between me and Ryne :) We joked around all of photo journalism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alec asked me to Christmas ball in a text message and when I didn't reply right away he said never mind and that he's not going. I would have turned him down anyways. For one thing, I heard he likes me and I wouldn't want to give him the wrong idea. Although he is seriously my best friend that's a guy. But either way, I don't really want a date. It's way more fun when you're free to chill with everyone instead of having to be glued to the same person all night. Uhhh ahah i learned that the hard way.. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In theatre today, DZ assigned me and Ashley the two most important parts of the entire Madrigal Feast. We are now Herald and Steward, royalty and head of whole thing. We have to learn a bunch of lines, and also every little thing that is supposed to happen and when by next Thursday. It's going to be a lot of work, but i know we can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually...you know what? I'm going to go rehearse my lines...ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ta-ta :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5821649020605153793?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5821649020605153793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5821649020605153793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5821649020605153793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5821649020605153793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-really-good-with-naming-my-posts.html' title='I&apos;m not really good with naming my posts...'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-8156776899634121132</id><published>2008-12-07T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:39:22.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i know what they mean when they say "True love lasts forever"</title><content type='html'>Currently...&lt;br /&gt;Watching: A Boyfriend for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Wearing: AE hoody, cami, and pajama pants&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: like it's way later than 7:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today felt like such a long day. Even though it was really fun :)&lt;br /&gt;instead of service today, sister debbie asked me and a couple other people from the youth group to help out in sunday school. Sunday school for those of you that dont know, is a fun little class for the extremely young kids in our church to go during Sunday services. today they were making Christmas ornaments, and i was asked to help out this little boy named Liam. he was pretty cute and it was actually quite fun...although i do kind of wish i was there for service. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church i went to Casey/Cameron/Ryne's house to watch movies with sarah, rachel, nathan and alec. we watched disney channel hahaha, Gremlins and part of Baby Mama before i had to leave. Cameron dibbsed sitting next to me on the couch..it was fun but he's such a flirt. if i didn't know any better, i'd fall for the silly hope that he liked me. did i just say hope? Oh God. i hope i don't start to like him again. that was unbelieveable. but i think there will always be that little 'thing' inside of me that i like cameron...He's just so uhh...perfect (which is one of the many reasons i had to stop things with Ryne, still having a subtle thing for his brother wasn't working out ahaha) But that's what i mean when i say i finally understand what they mean when they say "True love lasts forever" because I'm pretty sure i was in love with Cameron at one point, and if not i was pree darn close. ahah but anyways....things are progressing with Ryne :) It's still kind of awkward sometimes but at least we talk now. Although i'm kind of thinking he was a bit upset seeing me and cameron jokingly flirt all day. Sorry Ryne. I don't mean to hurt you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I actually think we might have another snowday.. Wouldn't that be cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-8156776899634121132?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8156776899634121132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=8156776899634121132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8156776899634121132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8156776899634121132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-i-know-what-they-mean-when-they.html' title='I think i know what they mean when they say &quot;True love lasts forever&quot;'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5756534247255892290</id><published>2008-12-06T06:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:06:41.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma &amp; Grandpa, my heroes.</title><content type='html'>I'm still at my grandparent's house. They don't have an internet or wireless connection so i'm surprised this works. But anyways, have I ever mentioned how much I love my grandma and grandpa? They're pree cool. Last night we all took a ride around the city to look at all the lights at everyone's houses. I couldn't believe how many people still haven't put up any Christmas decorations or lights yet. Do you think it's because our country is in a recession and a lot of people don't have the money to pay for electricity bills? Or is it because we have a whole bunch of Mr. Scrooge's living in the city? Or maybe it's just because people just haven't gotten around to putting anything up yet.. I mean this is a busy time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my grandparent's are taking me shopping, like to the mall and stuff. I have to get my daddy's Christmas present since he's the only one I still have to buy for. He wants a bible! Can you believe it!? I was so shocked when he told me that a couple months ago. It's unbelievable, but I like it. Haha but everyone else in my family that I need to buy presents for is pretty much all set. I'm getting my mom the Mama Mia DVD, it's her favorite movie and she went to see it in theaters twice. It doesn't come out until the 16th though, so I have to wait a couple weeks. And for my grandparent's, I'm writing them a poem. I've always been told that I have a gift for writing, and they've seen some stuff I haven't even tried to write all that magnificently, and thought it was to die for. So I think it'll be the perfect gift...once I actually write it... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the mall about 10 o'clock or so, it was already starting to get pree busy. I got the book Twilight, now that I saw the movie I'm going to read it. I also got the soundtrack for the movie. (How obsessed do I sound?) Haha..I also got the Casting Crowns Christmas CD, and David Cook's new CD. Then we went to Charlotte Russe and I got a necklace, and 2 pairs of sunglasses. One for me and one for Mikaela. They're pree nifty, I think she'll like them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got back home, I watched The Holiday with my mom. Seriously, if you have never seen that movie... I definitely recommend you watch it! It's a great love story/comedy, and it's also kind of a Christmas movie. Which brings me to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching the 25 days of Christmas thing on ABC Family lately, and my favorite Christmas movie is still Elf. I also like the first Santa Claus. My worst favorite Christmas movie would probably be Polar Express. That movie has freaked me out since the first time I saw (parts of) it in English class in 7th grade. I honestly have no idea why, it just does... But then again, I've never actually watched the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, I think it's cute that my grandma just called to tell me she missed me :) How sweet is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5756534247255892290?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5756534247255892290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5756534247255892290&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5756534247255892290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5756534247255892290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/grandma-grandpa-my-heroes.html' title='Grandma &amp; Grandpa, my heroes.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-883932468305377504</id><published>2008-12-05T05:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:58:26.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOWDAY!!</title><content type='html'>I'd still be sleeping, but of course, mom had to wake me up 10 minutes before she found out we have a snowday. Haha, oh welll. It'll give me some time to chill before I get ready and go to my grandparent's house. I'm spending the night there tonight, just because I feel like it. I haven't in what seems like forever, it's probably actually even been years since I've spent the night there. Well at least, a long time. But tomorrow my grandma wants to take me to the mall so I might go there tonight, otherwise I'll just end up sleeping in tomorrow and not being able to go. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go watch Elf. Have a fabulous day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-883932468305377504?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/883932468305377504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=883932468305377504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/883932468305377504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/883932468305377504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowday.html' title='SNOWDAY!!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-4908707955620684349</id><published>2008-12-04T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:29:53.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title.</title><content type='html'>So, Godspell was amazing. I'd go see it again in a heart beat. I cried, I laughed, I danced, I sang, I clapped. Pretty much any verb you can think of.. yup. But seriously, it was a really good play. I definitely recommend it because whether it's off broadway or not, it'll be a good show. And for all of you American Idol lovers out there... remember Anwar Robinson from a couple seasons ago? He played Jesus in the Godspell musical I saw. And his voice live, made me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back from the musical I went to Casey's house and hung out with her, AJ, Taylor, Ryne, Cameron, and Dan for a little bit before youth group. Which, by the way, was absolutely wonderful to finally get back to. I missed it so much, I can't even explain... Last night's service was amazing, magnificent, stupendous, awesome, eye-opening...all of those good words! I got so into worship it's not even funny. And Elyssah came with her brother! I was so excited to see them there! She said she really liked it, i didn't get the chance to talk to her brother about it yet though. (I'm not even sure what his name is, haha but he has nice hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally started preparing for the Madrigal Feast in theatre class today. The Madrigal Feast, otherwise known as Mad Feast, is a 'theatre of the round' thing we do at my school every year around Christmas time. It's by Shakespeare, and it's a pretty religious 'play', and we usually host it in the main foyer in the middle of the hallway.  I've never been a part of it or to it before, but it sounds kind of fun, and it's required for class anyways. Haha but still, there will be tons of food, and we all have to stay in character the whole time. Even when we're not actually performing. Even the servers have to stay in character. There will be a nativity scene, a comedy scene, two dances, and a fight scene. I signed up to be in the dance with Elyssah and Leanne as the directors, because I didn't feel like stressing over learning lines and I worked with them as my choreographers last year for our school's spring play. And although it didn't go too spectacularly, I thought it'd be fun to try again. We learned the first part of our dance today. It's pretty graceful, and you have to have 'couples'. Even though everyone in this dance is a girl, so it's kind of awkward. Haha but Ashley is my partner, and she's one of my best friends so it's alright. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, Ryne just texted me and said:&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you a whole lot, and i miss talking and stuff. And you've just been on my mind alot lately. :/ I don't know. I didn't want to do this through texts ha, but I guess just what I did to you. And letting you go. And I realized that trying to find new girls and stuff, it's just. I've been trying to replace that place you left. Nobody EVER has come even close to fitting the part you played :/ and frankly, i don't think anybody ever will. I'm not trying to suck up to you. I don't know, nothing can come close to what we had. I like getting told i'm cute ha. But, i just didn't want to feel like I was just another kid you were talking to and i know i wasn't. I was just an a hole about everything. If it counts I'm over it now. It took prayer and till 2 in the morning nights (3) of just thinking about it, but yeah. And here's the truth: I'm not over you one bit, and i'm sick of feeling lonely and not talking to you and my heart beatz 10x as fast when i'm within 10 feet of you. I feel like i'm going insane and i feel like i need you. And i know i need you way more than you need me and i don't know what to do. I don't care if i'm 16, pretty much, and have these feelings. Sorry for everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely baffled, although deep down I kind of already knew it. But i really didn't know how to reply, but I definitely shut him down. ahaha I feel so bad for the kid though, although I'm not really sure if I should or not. After all he put me through. He can be such a jerk, but he can also be such a sweetheart..... I'm over him though, really, I am.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I haven't ate anything all day yet, other than a bunch of junk food in our party in spanish today, so I think i'mma go get some food. Have a fab night, everyone. And you should alll leave a comment!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-4908707955620684349?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4908707955620684349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=4908707955620684349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4908707955620684349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/4908707955620684349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-title.html' title='No title.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5186794264355871720</id><published>2008-12-02T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:49:03.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aidan!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I met this real adorable kid on Myspace a few months ago, we've been talking on and off ever since. Today is his birthday! So yeah, happy birthday Aidan! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my goodness, today in photo journalism we stayed in the library, and pree much just hung out. I sat in between Alec and Mikaela like I always do when we're in there...they're honestly my two best friends and we always have so much fun talking and just goofing around when we're together. But Ryne is in that class, and today for some reason.. he sat quite secluded from everyone else, intently writing the whole time and being unusually quiet. He's usually rather sociable to everyone in the room. Haha but yeah, after class he was talking to Mikaela a little bit and saying how he didn't plan on going to lunch. So i jumped in the conversation and asked why not. And his reply was that he wanted to stay in there because he's writing a book. I was so surprised, it definitely wasn't what I expected him to say. But when i asked him what the book was about, he walked ahead of me a little bit and said it was about him...and then just kept going after I stopped in the main foyer. I turned to Mikaela, and I was like "Dontcha just love how he walks away from me while I'm trying to be friendly and talk? Uhhhh." And she said she noticed that too. But anyways, after school Alec texted me and said "Be honest. Do you still like Ryne?" And I replied by saying: No, I love him as a friend, but I dont like him as anymore than that anymore. And I asked why he was wondering that... And he started telling me how that book Ryne is writing, is about me!!!! Alec read it in lunch, and he talks about how beautiful I am and how much he likes me. I felt surprised, confused, loved, and about a billion other feelings all at once. I still don't know what to think. I'm not even supposed to know. No one knows, other than Alec. I don't know what to do!? But I guess I'll just wait to see if Ryne ever actually shows me the book and then worry about it.... Oh g's, it sounds too sweet for me to have the strength not to melt all over it..... God help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm going on a field trip with my theatre class to see Godspell (it's a musical) and will be gone from school all day. Then Casey and I have plans to hang out and catch up before youth group, since we haven't in such a long time. I miss her...and I miss my youth group. I haven't been in about a month because two of them were cancelled and I had to miss two others because of rehearsal. Im so excited to finally get to go back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23 days till Christmas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5186794264355871720?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5186794264355871720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5186794264355871720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5186794264355871720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5186794264355871720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-aidan.html' title='Happy Birthday Aidan!!!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-6037067971392112004</id><published>2008-12-01T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:00:12.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS Day</title><content type='html'>Back to school today, nothing interesting really happened. But I did reread my last post, and I realized how I completely went off.. And I apologize. I shouldn't have done that. I guess I was just a bit more upset than I thought I was. But later on in the evening, Ryne and I were texting. He asked me if i missed whatever it is that we 'had', and I just told him that I missed the CLOSENESS we had. (Closeness as in- talking all the time, just hanging out.. etc) And he said so does he, which made me smile inside. And then I straight up asked him if he still liked me, and he said "A littlee." Which, I wasn't too surprised. I guess I already knew that, deep down. But i was kind of baffled on what to say in reply, so I just said "Hm, okay" And after that, (i think i upset him a little, not saying i liked him too..but i wasn't going to lie) But he started talking about all these girls he's been talking to lately, the girls he met up with at the mall last week, and this one girl that was supposed to call him last night that is apparently 'SO HOTT' and he said it'd be sweet if they could date. I laughed at the fact that he seemed to purposely be trying to make me jealous, and how it totally wasn't working. I sat there texting him for a while, actually encouraging all of this and telling him how girl crazy he is, in a goofy way.&lt;br /&gt;Today at school was a little bit awkward around him, just because of all that's been going on lately. But things were way better than yesterday at church. We said 'hi' in the halls and even had a little bit of a conversation at one point. Things are finally starting to look up for our friendship again... Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/fight%20aids" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u99/bjleach/aidsribbon.jpg" border="0" alt="Fight AIDS Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about Ryne, i'm totally sick of talking about boys. Haha on to the title of my post...&lt;br /&gt;Today is World AIDS Day!!! I didn't realize this until a few minutes ago, when I went on Google to search a couple things for school.. So I didn't really get to promote AIDS awareness in my school. But there's still time left for YOU GUYS to promote it!! So get up &amp;amp; get out and SUPPORT these groups!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-6037067971392112004?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6037067971392112004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=6037067971392112004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6037067971392112004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6037067971392112004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World AIDS Day'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-8569840878322562452</id><published>2008-11-30T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:13:49.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finallly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;got to go see Twilight. I went last night with my good friend Ashley, and we ended up running into Morgan and Jenn, and a bunch of other people we know from school. I didn't think Twilight was as good as everyone makes it out to be, but it was a pree good movie. And i would prolly recommend it to someone. I havent read the book either, so I think that says something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after church i went to Burger King with Abbie and her mom, and then I went back to Abbie's house and we had a photo shoot before going iceskating with Mackenzie. I'd prolly post some pictures on here, but I accidentally left my camera with Abbie at her house and I won't see her again until Wednesday. (We go to different schools, and youth group is on Wednesday nights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, after church today, as an attempt to make things not so awkward between me and Ryne, i went over to him and everyone he was standing with to say hi. I made it a very casual, and in general "Hi guys!" to everyone that was standing there. Everyone said "HI SARA!" except Ryne, who wouldn't even look at me. Uhhh I can't stand the fact that he's being so darn immature. It ticks me off. But whatever. It's not like i did anything for him to be mad about. Honestly, i didn't do anything. I'd be the first to admit it if i did. I promise you. Just like when he told my friend Jon i was flirting and the reason he so called ended things, was because (he's a very jealous person) he would always be worried that it would get carried away. And i would FLIPPEN END UP CHEATING ON HIM!!! And let me get one thing straight. I would never ever in a million years, cheat on anyone. I mean we weren't even dating. Not that I ever wanted to. I just liked him a bit, but I wasn't really worried about flirting..because he did it too. He friggen told my best friend (while we were *talking*!!) that he wanted to kiss her, and he had his whole english class convinced that they were dating, because he was like holding her hand and stuff. And I was just being my normal, friendly self, and I understand how it could be interpreted wrong, because i tell everyone i love them and i give out free hugs all the time... But i never mean anything by it, and if anyone should know, it should be RYNE that i would never cheat on anyone. I hate when guys touch me, he knows that. And I WAS THE ONE WHO SLOWED DOWN WHATEVER IT WAS THAT WE HAD. Which was really nothing, but that's because of me. And I have been thanking God everyday for not letting the temptations get to me, and for giving me the strength that I needed to be STRONG AND SAY NO. Hahaha i sound like such a loser, but i dont care. Im ticked off. But whatever, I didnt do anything wrong. I was never mad at him for flirting, and all i did was agree that we shouldnt ever be in a relationship. I was the one who wanted to stay good friends. So I'm letting this be HIS problem.. Not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, it IS his problem. The day he 'ended things' (even though i was already pretty sure we both agreed on ending it all a couple weeks ago..) But anyways he so called ended things on Thanksgiving. In a text message. In a very jerk-ish way, expecting me to be heart broken. Fully thinking that I would be. Knowing Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. And when he realized that i wasn't the least bit upset, he acted shocked. And now he's just being a total sarcastic, big fat jerk. And i cant stand it. I hate drama, and all i ever wanted was to be friends with him again. But right now, the only reason I care, other than the fact that we go to the same church and I'm extremely close with his entire family... But the other reason, and the more important reason, is that GOD HAS PLANS FOR US TO DO A LOT TOGETHER. Big things, to witness to people as a TEAM. How can we be a team, how can we work together, how can we be good examples of Christ if he's mad at me? If we're not even friends anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally regret ever telling Ryne i liked him. But im so glad the most we did was hang out and talk. We never even held hands. Thank God. Im also glad I got to see this side of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he'd go back with Amber. She still really likes him and they were GOOD together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying being single, for about 2 years now :)&lt;br /&gt;It's my choice. And I think it's a pree dang good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, I needed to vent. I hope everyone had a wonderful day! Loves&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-8569840878322562452?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8569840878322562452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=8569840878322562452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8569840878322562452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/8569840878322562452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-finallly.html' title='I finallly'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5680179454624331868</id><published>2008-11-28T15:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:33:10.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday is boss.</title><content type='html'>Today i went shopping with my mom and my aunt. The mall was busy and crowded beyond words, but it was totally worth it considering all the sales. I seriously went all out buying accessories today. No clothes, just accessories. I got a bunch of scarves and hats, a necklace, and a new black leather bag to carry all of my books in at school. It's very classy and chique. I like it :) I also got my bestfriend Mikaela her Christmas present! (She's going to love it) And a couple t-shirts for my good friend Ashley &amp; i to decorate on Monday when we stay after and watch the musical auditions. We've got plans to make sweet shirts to wear when we go see Godspell on Wednesday :) I also got my dress for Christmas ball, i have no shoes (preferably heels) to wear with it yet but i'm sure i'll find them soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well i think im going to go and watch Elf. Im pretty sure it's still my favorite Christmas movie... Even though by now i can pretty much quote the entire thing haha! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fab night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY- DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE I CAN GET CHRISTMAS TEMPLATES!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5680179454624331868?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5680179454624331868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5680179454624331868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5680179454624331868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5680179454624331868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday-is-boss.html' title='Black Friday is boss.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-7397975240347596050</id><published>2008-11-27T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:51:43.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!</title><content type='html'>What does everyone do on this day? I love hearing about all of the different traditions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day consists of waking up and getting ready, watching the Macy's Day Parade till noon, then my grandparents come over and we have the good ole classic turkey dinner, then my mom, grandma and i clear the dining room table and clean the kitchen, and then my dad, grandpa and i watch football and sometimes take a nap. haha Then we all have dessert, and decorate our Christmas tree and dance around the house to Christmas music!!! It really puts everyone into the holiday spirit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this evening my parents and i are going to my Aunt Cori &amp; Uncle Frank's house because it's my Aunt Cori's birthday.. and we're also going to go to my cousin Rebecca's house because she always has a big Thanksgiving party with a bunch of my daddy's side of the fam. We know how to have fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY PHOTO OF ME, GRANDPARENTS, PARENTS &amp; PUPPY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/29cnjnl.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's eyes are closed^ haha :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-7397975240347596050?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7397975240347596050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=7397975240347596050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7397975240347596050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/7397975240347596050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/29cnjnl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-6381251605614353888</id><published>2008-11-24T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:21:52.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am beyond tired. I havent slept at allll lately, and today has felt like such a long day. My english teacher came over to me during class today to see if i was okay and gave me a half hug and started rubbing my back. She knows i've been stressed out and tired and getting a lot of headaches lately so she told me i can hand in all my english work a couple days late if i need to. Im already done with it, i got all caught up and stuff yesterday. But it means a lot that she cares :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed after for that class today with Ryne, Jon, Melissa, Brandy and Alyshea. Audition rehearsals for the musical were tonight from 3-5, but i didnt end up going. Im just too tired, i cant do it. Ryne, Ashley and I decided that we're going to do some behind the scenes stuff for it though, just so we can be a part of the theatre family and a bit of the fun. I want to be an usher for the actual performance days and maybe even be a sound chick. We'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was also the night for a bunch of kids to go with some of the teachers in our school's english department to see Twilight at the marquee. I didnt get to go, im too freaking tiredddddddd. I need a nap. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-6381251605614353888?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6381251605614353888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=6381251605614353888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6381251605614353888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6381251605614353888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-beyond-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3474100224366910971</id><published>2008-11-23T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:00:10.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah health!</title><content type='html'>Wow, i havent posted in over a week. This week was production week for our fall play the Taming of the Shrew as you already know, and it went GREAT. It was extremely stressful, and i ended up getting really behind in my english class, but im all caught up now. Im exhausted though. But the performances on Friday and Saturday night were both unbelievably great, there was even a pretty good turn out considering the blizzards we've been getting the past few days. I'll put up a couple pictures out of the HUNDREDS that we took later on.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, the 'thing' that me and Ryne had going on is over. We've both decided that neither of us are mature enough for a relationship right now, and that we both need to do some changing before we take it to the next step. So we have decided to stop focusing on eachother as any more than just good friends, and to keep our minds on everything that's going for us now. God has big plans for us to do so many great things for him together, as a team, and neither of us are willing to risk that for anything. Besides, if it's in God's plan for us to be together, it'll all play itself out when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, i know i sound strong and everything through all of this, but it was hard for me at first. Im slowly recognizing that being best friends is better than anything anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;Although, i still think i like him... just a little bit... :/&lt;br /&gt;Maybe? Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE 11/28:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY, 100% OVER RYNE. He is such a jerk as anything more than a friend. Honestly, im so glad i got to see that side of him before we actually persued anything. He's too conceited, down on himself, immature, girl crazzyy, rude, selfish, and definitely not strong enough in faith to be anywhere near my perfect match. He also got way too jealous whenever I hung out or talked to or hugged a guy other than him, but of course HE could flirt all he wanted with every girl that walked by. Not that i care, we werent even close to dating. But I DO think he's been getting pree dang jealous of Cameron texting me non stop lately, and all this other stuff. We're pree close friends you knowwwwwww ;) But I am delighted beyond words that me and Ryne are still pree good friends though. We need to be, for many reasons. And i still think he's a cool kid... as a friend ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMING OF THE SHREW PICTURES..&lt;br /&gt;There's wayWAY too many to post them all, but here's just a couple of my favs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/ra0ldf.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jami, me, Maggie, Nora &amp; Shelby in the prep/dressing room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2h67oye.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikaela, Nora, Shelby &amp; me in the prep/dressing room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2s025jb.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav boa girls: Kayla, Ashlyn, me &amp; Jami.. CURTAIN CALL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/29aw2eo.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Maggie &amp; Kelli in the prep/dressing room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/34o7yar.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, Jami &amp; me in the prep/dressing room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE WILL EVENTUALLY BE MORE PICTURES, HOPEFULLY A FULL CAST ONE WILL BE UP SOON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3474100224366910971?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3474100224366910971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3474100224366910971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3474100224366910971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3474100224366910971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-health.html' title='Ah health!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/ra0ldf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3648373572852999660</id><published>2008-11-16T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:20:56.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign kids are cool kids.</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty good week. Rehearsal's been going well, our dances are finally starting to look GOOD. The play is this Friday and Saturday coming up, im getting so excited. I love being on stage, it's a feeling that everyone should experience. Along with the sky coaster at six flags... but that's another story ;)&lt;br /&gt;Friday there were a bunch of exchange students at our school just to visit, theyre from other districts but it was pretty cool getting to meet them. There were kids from all over the place.. Czech Republic, Germany, Sweden, Japan, some place near Khazakstan, and a couple other places. After rehearsal on Friday i went to the youth center at my best friend Mikaela's church, it's a community thing that goes on every friday for the kids of the village... and this week it ended up being on the schedule for the exchange students and their host families for the weekend to attend. I hung out with Cameron the whole time, since i hadn't seen him in a couple weeks. I had fun :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went shopping for a little bit with my mom and my grandma. I got a hat, a couple scarves and shirts, a pair of moccassins that are completely amazing haha and a coat. Then we went to the marquee and saw Changeling. I seriously cried the whole movie. Hands down, it was the best movie i have ever seen. Very convicting and realistic to the point where i wanted to jump into the movie screen and beat up a couple doctors and police men, asian style. Hahaha I definitely recommend it..&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to church, my grandparent's came, and a few of the exchange students that stayed with our pastor's family and Rachel's family were there. Jon, Kyohei, Chris, Igore, and the kid from near Khazakstan but I forgot his name. They all seemed to really enjoy it, which i think is awesome. I really like Chris, by the way. He's pretty friendly, and absolutely GORGEOUS. He's from Sweden. I'm going to miss him. I wish we could have had a longer time to get to know eachother and stuff. Oh wellll. I think Jon might end up staying with Casey/Cameron/Ryne/Dan/Pastor Dan&amp;Pearl's family for the rest of the year. I sure hope so, he seems pretty cool too. After church my grandparent's took me out to eat at this Italian restaraunt in our city, they have delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to go watch Knocked Up. I havent seen that movie in a while and Dan and Ryne were talking about it the other day and made me want to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my friend's band...&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/manassehtheband&lt;br /&gt;They just recorded their first song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3648373572852999660?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3648373572852999660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3648373572852999660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3648373572852999660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3648373572852999660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/foreign-kids-are-cool-kids.html' title='Foreign kids are cool kids.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-1607739214619383590</id><published>2008-11-11T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:59:32.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy you're pretty spectacular.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a good day for me. Science is my favorite class, i always get a good laugh in there. Im pretty sure i got a good grade on my project too :)&lt;br /&gt;Study hall was fun with alec, and photo journalism was good too. And theatre, omgshhh me and Ashley can have so much fun when we're together. We laugh so hard we cry. OLD PEOPLE DEAD PUPPIES! hahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I hung out with Ryneeee :)&lt;br /&gt;We were outside pretty much the whole time and froze our buttttts off, but I had a wonderful time. I always do when i chill with him :) At one point we were just walking, neither of us knowing where we'd end up, but we were walking across this bridge and he pretended he was going to push me off, and i got kinda scared so i was trying to run away from him, but he kept chasing after me and grabbing me, it was suuper adorable in a weird sort of way :) Then we went to the other bridge, the one we always seem to end up at, and sat on the same bench as last time, by the water and talked. We were so cold we were both shivering like crazzzy, but he put his arm around me and we sat like that for a while :D until the cold was too much to bare and we ended up walking to McDonald's for the last half hour-ish before my rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal last night was funn, btw. I learned the salsa :) And the play is next weekend! Nov 21 and 22, babehhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-1607739214619383590?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1607739214619383590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=1607739214619383590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1607739214619383590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1607739214619383590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/boy-youre-pretty-spectacular.html' title='Boy you&apos;re pretty spectacular.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5079066917418896188</id><published>2008-11-09T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:17:48.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, you just don't get it.</title><content type='html'>Church this morning was amazing. Even though Pastor Pearl, Casey and Cameron weren't there. But everyone else was, and church is always amazing anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryne told me he wrote a list of all the things he loves about me.. I think that's sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey does anyone know what they want for Christmas yet? Has anyone even begun thinking about it yet? Haha.. I know I have, but maybe that's just because my mom's been asking me what I want and I honestly don't really know this year. Or maybe it's cause one of my best friends (Ashley) is so beyond obsessed with Christmas time and has been singing Christmas songs to me all weekend that it is beginning to rub off on me. Or maybe it's just because Christmas is my absolute favorite time of the year AND my favorite holiday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5079066917418896188?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5079066917418896188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5079066917418896188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5079066917418896188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5079066917418896188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-you-just-dont-get-it.html' title='Baby, you just don&apos;t get it.'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3779493463601238228</id><published>2008-11-08T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:12:28.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My school lost the varsity football game at the dome by ONE TOUCH DOWN. But it was suchhhh a good game, and we had suchhh a great season, so I totally think it was worth skipping rehearsal to be able to attend that game last night. Especially because I got to hang out with Ryne for a while :)&lt;br /&gt;Not just him of course.. Mikaela, Jon, Gage, Alec, Cody, and a tonnnn of other people were there too. But that's cool, I'm glad our school had so much support! :D The closer Ryne sat to me, I'd get so nervous. He gave me goosebumps everytime his leg would even brush against mine... Ahhhh :D&lt;br /&gt;Before the game last night I went to the mall with Mikaela and helped her pick out some clothes because she wanted to spend her birthday money. And I found out that I have a new infatuation with hats.. (And sunglasses, but we already knew that ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stayed home all day, worked on my science project and my english homework a bit, practiced memorizing my line for the play (WHICH I'VE FINALLLLY ACCOMPLISHED, BTW!) and my grandparent's came over for a little while. Then I watched a movie with my parents. No matter how many times I see 1408, it never ceases to creep me out. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO told my parents, (mostly my mom) all about me and Ryne. From how much I like him to how I want to wait it out, and I gave her my reasons. Mom's proud of me and she's definitely okay with the fact that I like Ryne. She just wants me to talk to her before we actually decide to date. I mentioned this all to Ryne, and he said he wants to talk to her too. Haha.. he's such a gentleman :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3779493463601238228?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3779493463601238228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3779493463601238228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3779493463601238228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3779493463601238228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-school-lost-varsity-football-game-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3896399889860530582</id><published>2008-11-06T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:22:44.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd give you my heart if you would take me as i am...</title><content type='html'>If you guys have never heard the song "I'd Give You The Moon" by Jake Coco, you're missing out on an AMAZING acoustic song and I definitely suggest you listen to it right away! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after school I hung out with Ryne again, one on one. We walked down by the bridge again, but this time sat on the other side, on the benches, with beautiful Fall leaves covering the ground and tons of bare trees surrounding us. We sat there and talked NON STOP (and laughed) for hours. From something as simple as the feeling you get before you get on a rollercoaster, to something as complex and hard to say as things we've done in our past that we regret. I've discovered so many new things about him and his life in just the past few days, finding out he's not perfect.. But still liking him more and more each day. When it was about 5 o'clock, he walked me to the highschool because I had rehearsal at 5:30. Before I went in the auditorium, we were both out in the hallway, all alone again, just looking into eachother's eyes, kinda smiling a bit, and he goes: "I really want to kiss you right now." I got all fluttery inside, smiled real big, and looked down. Just so you guys know, we didn't kiss. But I love how he's so open, we seriously talk about EVERY feeling we have built up inside of us. We're taking this slow though, because we both want it to be right SO BAD. He's different than any guy I've ever met, true and sincere with every word he says.. funny, open, honest, caring, sweet, outgoing.. He plays the guitar, writes me notes, brings me apples cause he knows they're my favorite fruit, dances with me and Mary in the middle of the hallway when we're supposed to be in class, doodles, writes lyrics, sings, and is so talented beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be completely honest; when we hugged goodbye last night, (before I went in the auditorium) I seriously felt so comfortable in his arms. Like I was supposed to be there. Like his arms are meant for me. I didn't want to ever let go. I've never felt that way during a hug before, and believeee meeee, I have hugged MANY people. I love hugs. Haha it's corny, I know, but it's true. But anyways, he ended up staying at my rehearsal the whole time, just so he could spend more time with me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school I walked across the street to McDonald's with Kelsey and Ashley, we ate and laughed histerically at everything and at nothing, and then went to rehearsal from 3 till 5. I have a line in our play now, I just got it yesterday and the play is in about 2 weeks.. Oh g's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a half day and I only have to go to my afternoon classes like photo journalism, global, spanish and theatre. After school my parents are picking up me and Mikaela and we're going to this huge mall about an hour away. Hopefully afterwards we can go to the varsity football game at the dome. It's a HUGE deal that our school is finallly going to the dome again, we haven't been there in 5 years. I hope we win so we can go to states! And I hope I get to go watch both games! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well i'm going to go sing and dance around my room. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Lovesss &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3896399889860530582?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3896399889860530582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3896399889860530582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3896399889860530582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3896399889860530582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/id-give-you-my-heart-if-you-would-take.html' title='I&apos;d give you my heart if you would take me as i am...'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-378005907775896156</id><published>2008-11-04T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:28:36.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE FOR JOHN MCCAIN!</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I have never cared so much about an election in my entire life. Actually, i never even used to care if i ever got the chance to vote. Haha but this year is different, and maybe that's because I am now a sophomore in high school, getting closer and closer to the age where it's actually going to matter, and realizing that whoever our president ends up being, is going to have a lot of control over our country, either bringing it down or rising it up. Bringing me to my point... I really hope John McCain wins this year's election. Although, he doesn't seem to have a very good chance of it.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after school I hung out with Brandy and Ryne! Ryne and I stayed after with Brandy to talk about Jesus. She asked us to, so we did. She ended up getting saved right in the middle of our school library! It was awesomeee, dudeeeee. Then Brandy got picked up around 4, and I had the rest of the time to spend with Ryne.. Just me and him. We talked for hours, pretty much non stop, about everything. He told me he's actually starting to fall for me.... and all this other sweet, (yet incredibly corny) stuff... That just makes me melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite moment of yesterday evening that I thought was just the cutest thing everr, was when Ryne walked me back to the school for my play rehearsal. It was night time and really cold outside so we walked in the doors of the school, and sat on the window sill together in the dimmed hallway by the auditorium, where my rehearsals were supposed to take place. It was just the two of us in the hallway, and he says "My heart is pounding really fast." and i was like "So is mine." and he grabs my hand, and puts it on his chest. His heart really WAS beating abnormally fast, haha, I seriously thought it was going to explode into the palm of my hand... He told me I give him that feeling normally... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I plan on hanging out with Ryne again before rehearsal, this time just the two of us for the WHOLE time... and I have full cast rehearsal from 530 - 8. Then there's no youth group tomorrow night, which is pretty sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-378005907775896156?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/378005907775896156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=378005907775896156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/378005907775896156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/378005907775896156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote-for-john-mccain.html' title='VOTE FOR JOHN MCCAIN!'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5432551805025183584</id><published>2008-11-01T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:28:19.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mikaela! &lt;3333</title><content type='html'>Today is my best friend's birthday, she's finallly 15. While the rest of us are turning 16. Haha and I'm sick with a bad cold. But we've got plans to hang out today anyways. Her original ideas were either to go to the movies to see Saw 5.. or go to Wal*Mart, take CRAZZZY pictures, buy tons of groceries and eat in the middle of the store, tell random people about Jesus, and then go iceskating! Hahaha i'm hoping we can do a combonation of all that.. but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Later on tonight there's two parties.. Jami's Halloween party and Rachel's Fall season party. I'm hoping I can go to at least one of them for a little while. But if not, that's ok! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Halloween! We had a half day at school, and then I went to Casey/Ryne/Cameron &amp; Dan's house and we watched movies, ate dinner, and then just walked around town for the day. It was a fun time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way! Youth group this past wednesday, was THE BEST. We spent more time worshiping and praising than in service. It was amazing, I felt so close to God that night. I was so convicted, and Pastor Jonnie randomly came up to me with some encouraging/convicting words that I will never forget. I love my pastors and everyone in my youth group x's 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeahhh... I'm definitely starting to like Ryne a whole lott..... He writes me notes everyday in school and gives me random hugs in the middle of the hallway. Sometimes he even comes in my global and math classes just to see me and make a scene. Our conversations make me smile for a lifetime, and I can just be myself around him. He's probably my best friend that's a guy, so I don't know where that will lead us too.... Pray, pray pray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5432551805025183584?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5432551805025183584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5432551805025183584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5432551805025183584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5432551805025183584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-mikaela-3333.html' title='Happy Birthday Mikaela! &lt;3333'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-6735867087209958576</id><published>2008-10-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:49:33.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing happened on tuesday. Yesterday was wicked fun though, minus the 3+ hours spent at the hospital in the morning, getting sonograms galoreee and blood work! But then i went to school, which was good. And after school I hung out with Casey &amp; Ashley a bit, and then went to Casey's and hung out with her, her brothers (Ryne, Dan, Cameron) and Taylor, James and Gage. Then Pastor Dan brought me to rehearsals, ive been making soo many new friends this year btw! Changing for the bettter and everything! Its awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;And after rehearsal, i went to youth group! Pastor Pearl preached the most amazing message ive heard in a long time. It was really convicting, and realllly stuck with me! And then after youth group i went out to eat at mcdonald's (yuk) with Pastor Jonnie, Trav, Matthew, Pastor Pearl, Cameron, Ryne, Travis G, James and Gage... yeah i was the only girl other than Pastor Pearl, who is a mother. hahaha but omgsh i had so much fun!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Today, being thursday, was school of course.. and then i stayed after for math with Ryne! I think im going to really start liking him... hes so adorableee and i feel so comfortable around him its crazy! We can seriously talk about anything together and not feel awkward... he makes my tummy all fluttery inside :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-6735867087209958576?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6735867087209958576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=6735867087209958576&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6735867087209958576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/6735867087209958576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-happened-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-30005870627327356</id><published>2008-10-20T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:12:48.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did awesome on my monologue, I got a 99% plus an extra bonus point for inviting guests to come watch :)&lt;br /&gt;Then i hung out with mikaela, kelsey, ashley, casey, shelby, nora, jami, and jimmy until rehearsal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thursday afterwards was Coffee House.. DZ made me do my monologue there too, a ton of people did acts and it was so much fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was rehearsal (hardly anyone showed up) and then the varsity game! I mostly hung out with mikaela, dakota, justin and jeremiah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday i went to Fright Fest at Six Flags with mikaela!!! we had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday i missed church :'(&lt;br /&gt;But we went to the movies to see Quarantine (i dont reccommend it) and saw cameron, ryne, james, ed, dan and this other kid idk his name there and visited with them for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today that pain in my stomach was stillll there, constant since Saturday night around 9ish or so... so my mom took me to the doctors and i ended up getting a flu shot. Tonight I had rehearsal, it was pretty dang stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow im hoping to get to hang out with ryne after school or something because i dont have rehearsal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check my myspace for pictures.... www.myspace.com/sara_r0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-30005870627327356?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/30005870627327356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=30005870627327356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/30005870627327356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/30005870627327356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-awesome-on-my-monologue-i-got-99.html' title=''/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3772699437376287477</id><published>2008-10-14T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:15:30.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Blogger</title><content type='html'>Yup, it's true. I tried to stray away from it for a while but I just can't stand it any longer. I miss it too much... haha but there is a lot that I haven't been able to post about that's been going on in my life. Like, I'm finallllly completely, 95% (haha) over Cameron :)&lt;br /&gt;We're like BEST friends now though, which is awesome. That's what i wanted.. And now his brother Ryne kinda likes me, which IDK if that's a good thing or not.. because one of my friends REALLLY likes him and I dont even know how to react to that right now. There's a good chance that I may end up developing a slight crush on him, but who knows? I'm definitely going to be hardcore praying about it for now.. Oh and I've just been informed that my good friend AJ kind of likes me, but that's not good either because he has a girlfriend! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh anyways... Lately everything has been SO busy for me! With parties and homecoming and church and schooollll and homework and projects and REHEARSALS for the play, and doctors appts, and just keeping up with a normal social life... It's so hectic!!! But I love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my dress rehearsal for my monologue which is due tomorrow. My teachers told me I did pretty good but to slow down a bit and make bigger gestures... I should prolly go practice that. I'm also a dancer in our Fall play, which is going to be Taming of the Shrue... rehearsals for that have been so dang fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well ive gotta go, im talking to Taylor, AJ, Dylan and Ryne so im pretttty dang busy. lol ttyl, loves &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE: 11/28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided i should put up some pictures from the Homecoming dance and the homecoming parade/game/pep fest... Theyre pree dank ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/swqzyr.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PepFest^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/286wqc0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the girls^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2vxk7lh.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/o6xisy.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2iu566c.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the actual homecoming game.. VICTORY! We won by 1!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3772699437376287477?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3772699437376287477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3772699437376287477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3772699437376287477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3772699437376287477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-blogger.html' title='I miss Blogger'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/swqzyr_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5521851760368759406</id><published>2008-09-27T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:13:59.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day of theatre history!! Woohooo and then i went to the mall after school with casey to get my dress for the blue and white ball. I ended up settling with a black dress from Deb though, because i couldnt find anything cute in any stores that wasnt extremely colorful. All the cute dresses are colorful. Psht, what the heck? haha today i did nothing except practice my monologue. it's raining today blahhhhh- what a dull day. But i did watch a really good movie called No Reservations. it's a definite chick flick but i recommend it if you have never seen it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5521851760368759406?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5521851760368759406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5521851760368759406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5521851760368759406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5521851760368759406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-was-last-day-of-theatre.html' title=''/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-992373547363739637</id><published>2008-09-25T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:03:16.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, dude, i haven't posted on here in A WHILE! But ive just been so gosh darn busy, its hard to keep up you know? Hm, well let's start with: i had to quit tennis. Yup, i got blood work a couple of weeks ago to start the seemingly endless process of trying to figure out what the heck is wrong with my stomach, (i still get those random excruciating pains in the side of my stomach) and anyways, when i got the results for my blood work, everything came back normal EXCEPT i have a low blood cell count. which could mean a number of things, but one of the effects is a weak immune system and getting tired easier. which has definitely been happening lately, and ive been having a weird on and off cold for the past couple of weeks too. so anyways, my parents made me quit tennis because they said it was going to be too much with homework, rehearsals, youth group, and a regular social life too. there wouldnt be any time for any rest. i cried, i was so upset. today i dropped by a home match for my team, and the shirts came in today.. dude i miss playing on the team, and everyone on the team.. so much.. but anyways! other than that pretty much EVERYTHING has been going absolutely wonderfully... i've been doing great in school, other than math which i'm doing ok in but i'm definitely struggling a bit.. um i auditioned for the Fall play and DZ (the director) LOVED me haha and said i can prolly be in every dance :D! and youth group and church has been awesomeeee lately, like even more than usual. OH! and i dont like cameron anymore :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;i am 100% over him... finally! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was dakota's birthday, and david's.. but david goes to school in MD haha so yeah, anyways, me and mikaela got the whole cafeteria's attention and started singing, well SCREAMING the 'happy birthday' song to dakota during lunch, hehe. he was SO embarrassed hahaha... then i went to casey's with mikaela after school and we hung out, kinda with ryne, cam, dan, gage and taylor a bit.. and took pictures and stufff, and then youth group!!! Which was just pure.., i dont even how to describe it, lets just say AMAZING :D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, ive gotta go. i hung out with casey and ryne after school today at the pizza place and the varsity soccer game, we had fun but when i came home i stressed myself with math homework and cleaning my room so now im wicked tired. haha good night, hopefully i can update again sooon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-992373547363739637?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/992373547363739637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=992373547363739637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/992373547363739637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/992373547363739637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow-dude-i-havent-posted-on-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-1605683722173649877</id><published>2008-09-12T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:16:05.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This past week...</title><content type='html'>has been so busy!!! Ahhh I'm doing terrible at updating lately.. Lol but at least i'm trying, right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday began the first full week of school..and was also the beginning of being piled on with homework. I had so much homework, I asked my mom to pick me up early from tennis practice. Tuesday and Wednesday I didn't have practice, but Wednesday I stayed after 10th period for Drama Club and then hung out after school with Mikaela and Casey until youth group. Yifei came to youth group!! She's our new exchange student and I'm getting to be pretty good friends with her. She's from China! Yesterday was our first tennis match of the season, and it was away. We all did kinda bad. Coach made me play singles!!! It was my first time, and I played a girl (I forgot her name, gosh darn it lol) who was like really good at it! I'm glad she was my opponent though, because even though I did absolutely TERRIBLE, she was still friendly and even HELPFUL at times. Today is Friday, finally, and today in lunch was like wicked fun. I love all the kids I sit with.. Mikaela, Bruce, Dakota, Kelsey, Amber, Ryne, Caitlin, Alec, and every other day Nick.. and today Alec and I decided to invite over this kid Greg, to sit with us, because he was sitting all alone and we felt bad... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight hopefully I'll be able to go to Mikaela &amp; Kelsey's church's youth center and chill with them, and Casey, and Taylor and some other people... I don't really feel like staying home all night. Haha but right now I'm trying to find a monologue.. because for theatre 1 I have to memorize a monologue and then perform it in front of like 90 kids. Haha so yeah, if you guys have any idea on any movies or TV shows I could get one from.. that'd be greatt! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-1605683722173649877?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1605683722173649877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=1605683722173649877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1605683722173649877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/1605683722173649877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-past-week.html' title='This past week...'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-5222020705176726311</id><published>2008-09-07T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:38:43.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend...</title><content type='html'>The first day of school was very hectic, with hundreds of kids roaming the halls trying to find their classes and what not. But it was a pretty good day, up until about 5th period when I got to global class. My teacher was a complete witch and my day just kept going downhill from there. Not so much the classes, but other things were happening that were not putting me in a happy mood at all. Especially at tennis practice, because a couple of my team mates were being jerks and it was really hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a much better day. I got my global teacher switched, actually I have the same global teacher I had last year now. He's a nutcase, but he's fun and much nicer. The whole day was pretty swell actually, especially living environment and theatre because as of right now they're my two favorite classes. Tennis practice was pretty fun too, even though it was even hotter outside.. but we finally got our schedule for matches and stuff. My first match is on Thursday and it's away! I can't wait.. wish me luck! :D&lt;br /&gt;Friday after practice I went to Mikaela's house and we got ready and went out to eat at that little italian pizza place in our village.. and then we went up to the youth center at her church and I got to hang out with Ivy a whole bunch!!! And tons of other people, and it was just a wicked fun night.&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW! MY PARENTS WENT AND GOT US A PUPPY WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL! Her name is Lacey and she's a shih zu / poodle mix! I love her to deathhhh already! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Kelsey's birthday party, lots of people were there and we played volleyball and took pictures. Then me, Ivy, Taylor, Casey, and Lindsey all went to Kelsey's house and jumped on the trampoline, and laughed at everything, and then went to the beach and the midway and got icecream last night. It was definitely one of the funnest days/nights I've had in a while. And I got to hang out with Ivy literally like all day which was awesome! She left today :[ I already miss her but we're also already starting to make plans to get together again sometime soon! I can'ttt waittt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was church, and then we had dance practice. That's about it though. Me, Casey and Kelsey wanted to hang out but I guess we can't. I'm going to go watch movies with my parents and play with my puppy. Have a nice day! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-5222020705176726311?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5222020705176726311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=5222020705176726311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5222020705176726311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/5222020705176726311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend...'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-3433433923685597392</id><published>2008-09-03T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:02:59.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The excitement rises inside me...</title><content type='html'>For today is the last day of Summer '08, and tomorrow will be the first day of my sophomore year in highschool. I'm sad to see this Summer season come to and end, seeing as it has been a very good one; but I'm also excited for the fresh start of a new school year that is soon to bring change and breakthrough in the area. I'm also really looking forward to seeing all my friends that I haven't seen all Summer, and making new ones! :D&lt;br /&gt;We're not supposed to get our schedules until homeroom on the first day of school, but this kid I know, Caleb, sent my schedule to me over Myspace, because his mom works at our highschool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A days: 1 Period: Living Environment &lt;strong&gt;LAB&lt;/strong&gt; with Keller - I heard from many people that he's a nice guy, funny sometimes, and a good teacher. I've also heard that he's boring, but my friend Matt called him "the bomb!!!" Haha I guess we'll just have to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B days: 1 Period: Gym with Scharf - I had gym first period on A days last year! Haha and I met her last year, I'll like her because she knows all my cousins, they set a high rep for me to protect! Haha =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Period: Living Environment with Deperno - I heard she's nice, a bit more strict than Keller.. but she brings in Guitar Hero sometimes! Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Period: English AP with Walsh - She's wicked nice, and is an amazing singer! Never wears the same pair of shoes twice... Ah, I'm going to love this lady! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Period: Geometry with Keil - Everyone that had him last year said he's a bad teacher and has a dry sense of humor and can be a jerk. I might have to switch out of this class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Period: Global History &amp; Geography with Thomas - She's new, no one knows her. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Period: Photo Journalism with Strebel - I met her last year, she's in the library a lot. Nice lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Period: Lunch - AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Period: Spanish with Watson - She randomly yelled at me last year for being at my locker. Some people hate her, some people love her. I'll just have to find out for myself I guess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Period: Theatre with Spear/DZ/Mininger - Spear &amp; DZ are freaking awesome. I met them last year from doing the Spring play!! IDK Mininger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so that's about it. Youth group later tonight!!! I can't wait :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-3433433923685597392?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3433433923685597392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=3433433923685597392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3433433923685597392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/3433433923685597392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/09/excitement-rises-inside-me.html' title='The excitement rises inside me...'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-802034857016339326</id><published>2008-09-02T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:31:57.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That bonfire</title><content type='html'>was so much fun! I really enjoyed seeing and hanging out with all of my cousins and the rest of my fam! I was hoping i'd get to see them again before they all leave tomorrow, but i won't =[&lt;br /&gt;Nastasha wants me to come over to California with her sometime though! that's where her and mandy live, and they said they'd love for me to come visit! I'm wicked excited. i've always wanted to go to cali, and it'd be awesome to spend time with my cousins. Mandy also said she'll take me shopping sometime! All my cousins have the cutest clothes. And nicole's baby, well.. 5 year old, ally is just adorable! and Angel's boyfriend Todd, is like the nicest guy ever. he's wicked cool! I'm hoping they have a wedding planned for us to all come to soon! that'd be fun because we'd get to travel for it and i love weddings! :D i remember nicole's wedding to kory, that was prolly one of the most fun times i've ever had! she made it into a mini vacation thing, on the lake.. it was like 3 days and the 2nd day was the wedding! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Labor Day, which.. i hope everyone had a good one! =] I know i did! I went on a 5-6 mile hike with my bestfriend, and my parents. And then we went swimming and walked on top of a water fall! And then came back to my house and just hung out for a while, we were all crazy and having a blast. i love my bestfriend! (mikaela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had tennis practice at 3.. I beat my coach at Queen of the Court! woohoo! :D And i hung out with my aunt and my cousin for a little while after practice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm going to go eat some icecream and chips! (Regular potato chips dunked in vanilla icecream = DELICIOUS!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/542210854607523359-802034857016339326?l=saratherockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/802034857016339326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=542210854607523359&amp;postID=802034857016339326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/802034857016339326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/542210854607523359/posts/default/802034857016339326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saratherockstar.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-bonfire.html' title='That bonfire'/><author><name>Smara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08744907407459116573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIRP7d_c73s/SYSS0CbwtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrCA-4TWGwk/S220/sarrrrrrruhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-542210854607523359.post-4214968197132009697</id><published>2008-08-31T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:29:26.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day, soon to be better</title><content type='html'>Today has been a pretty great day so far.. soon to be even better! I went to church this morning just like every sunday, but it was different this morning because when I walked in, guess who the first person i saw was!? SEAN!!! Yeah, he drove here all the way from Maryland yesterday!!! I was so SURPRISED (and excited!) to see him! I gave him about a trillion hugs. Haha service and worship were wonderful as always.. and afterwards Cameron, Pastor Jonnie and Sean had like this 10 minute thing going about how much they love me, and i kept getting sucked into their group hugs. Hahah it was fantastic, i love my church and everyone in it SO much! =]&lt;br /&gt;Later on tonight i'm going to a bonfire at my aunt &amp; uncle's house across the street with my dad's ENTIRE side of the family! For the first time in yearsss, ALL of us will be getting together! I'm super pumped for that, because we haven't had a time like this with no one missing in SO long, it's crazy! (Because all my Uncle Frank's daughters live in like different countries and stuff....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES LATER, FOSHO!! 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