I changed it a tad

Hey!
I changed the colors a bit. I still like the format, but the colors are a little happier now. It actually looks a lot like a t-shirt I got at Ballet Magnificat! this year... Well, anyways. I think that's it.
Oh, and nobody commented on the last post, so I guess you guys are all doing school.... which is what I should be doing. :)

Love, Sarah
@)~

Happy Anniversary!

I was looking through my posts and discovered I made my first on October 24th! It's been a year! (That's the first line of a song I like...)

So.... comments, questions, concerns... have I improved? Or not? Do you like my posts? Feedback! Yay!! This will also see how many of you have been reading. *wink*

Happy One Year!!
Love, Sarah
@)~

Dependency

Have you ever thought your life was ruined because of something horrible that happened?
I regret to say that I have. Unfortunately, it happens often. Something I wanted to happen didn't happen, or something I didn't want to happen happened. I let it eat at me until I'm snappy and rude to any one who talks to me. I become sullen and don't want to do anything.
I was thinking about this yesterday, after one of these episodes happened.
Why am I so dependent on these thing? On these people? On these events? Dependency is something I'm trying hard to fight. I want to be an independent girl who can fend for herself. *buzz* Wrong!
There's someone we need to be dependent on. We need to lean on Him for everything. We need to let ourselves go ahead and fall and trust that He's going to catch us. Guess who! God!!
Trust. Oh man... Trust. I don't even like the word. It's so hard to let everything go. If you hold onto a butterfly, its wings will be smushed (no, that's not a word) and it won't be able to fly, then it will eventually die. You don't want to hold on to the thing your holding onto until it dies. Depend on God to take care of you, your needs, your friends, and your family. Sometimes bad things happen. Bad things teach you to be more dependent on God, and other things. A bad thing happened to make me think of this post!
So... let go. Don't worry. Let God take care of you. He has a plan, and he will NOT forget you.

Love, Sarah @)~

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows. ~ Luke 12:6-7

A Picture

So, my friend's dad has taken to calling me 'Hammy' from Over the Hedge. Hammy is a very hyperactive squirrel... He even made a picture in Photoshop comparing the two of us...
It made me laugh... a lot...

Here, have an amusing picture. ^_^

Love, Sarah aka Hammy
@)~

Post #100!!!!

Huzzah!!!

I'm all immersed in school! So, sorry I haven't been posting a whole lot.
Anyways, on Saturday I went to one of my best friend's birthday party. It was a costume party! Which I haven't done since, oh... first grade? Hehe. Well, it was really fun. I couldn't think of a present, so my friend gave me one of the best ideas ever. It's a list: 100 Reasons Why You're Awesome. He emailed me later and said it was one of the best presents he'd ever gotten. Yay! Y'all can steal the idea if you want. :)

Well, I was listening to music and came across this song. This is a Call ~ Thousand Foot Krutch. It's soft rock, or rather, softer than most of their songs. I've been listening to them a lot lately. They started out as more hip-hop and have switched to rock/hip-hop. They're pretty cool.

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She fooled all of her friends into thinking she's so strong
But she still sleeps with the light on
And she acts like it's all right on, as she smiles again
And her mother lies there sick with cancer
And her friends don't understand her
She's a question without answers
Who feels like falling apart.
She knows, she's so much more than worthless
She needs to find a purpose,
She wonders what she did to deserve this

She's calling out to you
This is a call, this is a call out
Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you
And I'm losing all control now
And my hazard signs are all out
I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about

And he tells everyone a story,
Cause he thinks his life is boring
And he fights so you won't ignore him,
Cause that's his biggest fear
And he cries, but you'll rarely see him do it
And he loves but he's scared to use it
So he hides behind the music
Cause he likes it that way
And he knows, he's so much more than worthless
He needs to find the surface
Cause he's starting to get nervous

She's calling out to you
This is a call, this is a call out
Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you
And I'm losing all control now
And my hazard signs are all out
I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about

Have you ever felt this way before
Cause I don't wanna hide here anymore
Take me to a place where nothing's wrong
And thanks for coming, shut the door
And they say some one out there sees us,
Well if you're real, then save me Jesus
Cause I've been this way for far too long
I wasn't meant to feel alone

She's calling out to you
This is a call, this is a call out
Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you
And I'm losing all control now
And my hazard signs are all out
I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about

Show me what this life is all about
Show me what this life is all about

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I'd better clean my room now, so! *throws a peace sign*
Love, Sarah
@)~

*poutpout*

Hey y'all.

So, I've had a pretty bad cold for the past three days. Which really isn't cool... despite the name [sorry for puns]. It means I'm a lot grumpier, make a lot more snide comments, and me kind of miserable.
Also, one of my best friend's birthday party is tomorrow! And I can't be sick for that! That would be the most annoying ever. Ever ever ever. Anyways, prayer would be cool.
I also learned that crying amidst a cold is a really dumb idea and makes your cold worse. So... yeah.
Thanks.

Love, Sarah @)~

I'm bad at thinking of titles...

Ah, well.

Hey y'all!
So, I've been involved in a huge spiritual battle for the past, oh, since May? Prayer would be super duper cool.
Also, whilst browsing youtube for Bleach AMVs (yes, I'm a dork) I came across this AWESOME song. It's Frontline by Pillar. The video is from an shonen anime, so if you don't like blood, swords, or fighting... I recommend not watching it. Here's the link for their music video. It's not the best music video, but the song is really great. It's also rock/soft metal, so.... Yup, I have a weird taste in music.
Anyways, it's a song about spiritual battle, and I thought that was really cool.
Also, I'm sick... blaaah.... I have a sore throat/sinus, which is really not cool. It means I can't teach, so I can't get money... *sigh* C'est la vie.
And school is pressing. I have homework and homework and dance and EC stuff, but I don't have enough time. Y'all can relate to that, I bet. *smile*
Well, here are the lyrics. Thanks for reading.

It's not like I'm walking alone
Into the valley of shadow of death
Stand beside one another, cuz it ain't over yet
I'd be willing to bet that if we don't back down
You and I will be the ones that are holding the Crown in the end
When it's over, we can say, "Well done"
But not yet, 'cause it's only begun
So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones
To fight this thing, until we've won
We drive on and don't look back
It doesn't mean we can't learn from our past
All the things that we mighta done wrong
We could've been doing this all along

Everybody, with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle cry tonight
Stand beside, or step aside
We're on the frontline

Everybody, with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle cry tonight
Stand beside, or step aside
We're on the frontline

And we'll be carrying on, until the day it doesn't matter anymore
Step aside, you forgot what this is for
We fight to live, we live to fight
And tonight, you'll hear my battle cry
We live our lives on the frontlines
We're not afraid of the fast times
These days have opened up my eyes
And now, I see where the threat lies

Everybody, with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle cry tonight
Stand beside, or step aside
We're on the frontline

Everybody, with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle cry tonight
Stand beside, or step aside
We're on the frontline

We live our lives on the frontlines
We're not afraid of the fast times

We live our lives on the frontlines
We're not afraid (fades)

We've got to lead the way!
We've got to lead the way!

Everybody, with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle cry tonight
Stand beside, or step aside
We're on the frontline

Everybody, with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle cry tonight
Stand beside, or step aside
We're on the frontline

Everybody, with your fists raised high
Stand aside on the frontline

Everybody, with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle cry

Everybody, with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle cry tonight
Stand beside, or step aside
We're on the frontline

Love, Sarah @)~

Bad news, and good news

Bad news is... my iPod 'sploded. Yes, it 'sploded. The screen decided not to work anymore. :(
Good news is... I got a new one!! And it's an iTouch!! I'm very happy.

Uhm.... that's it.
Love, Sarah
@)~

Time Machine ~ Parts 1 & 2

1

Hello. I will be your guide for tonight. Please, strap yourself into the time machine with the bright red safety belt and keep your eyes wide open. Prepare for a once in a lifetime experience.

“Please, sire. Hear me out. I only…”
“Silence!” You hear a thundering shout echo through what sounds like a vast, nearly empty room. Looking around, you see a great stone hall. You look up and see wonderful stained glass windows lining the top of one of the walls. You look down from the windows to see detailed carvings in the stone, and even further down, a large stone throne. On the throne is seated a large man, who’s face is quite the color of maroon. He is dressed in a red tunic-like garment reaching down to his feet with a leather belt around his waist. Draped around him is a long blue cloak, and on his head is a crown that looks quite heavy. He holds a scepter and is emphatically beating the end of it on the arm of his throne.
“Listen, we fight. If we do not fight, we die!” His voice booms through the hall again. He is obviously the king.
“If we fight, we die. Would rather lose all your men, or have most of them alive?” says the man, apparently the king’s advisor. “If you surrender now, the only men we will lose are the ones we have lost already.” The king shifts his weight back into his seat and grunts.
You realize you shouldn’t be there, and analyze your position. You stand behind a large pillar, which is about seven yards from the men. Even though you have a clear view of them, they seem to be oblivious to your presence. You walk out from behind the pillar and walk towards them. Hearing the clicking of your shoes, you look down. Mosaics cover the floor, and even though they’re made of grey stone, they reflect all the colours of the rainbow from the stained glass. You slow down to admire it, then continue towards the king and his advisor.
“Sire,” the man continues. “We must stand down this one time. If we refuse to surrender, those Western dogs shall overthrow us.”
“Send for food. I tire of these debates.” The king is apparently through with this conversation, and will not continue until food is brought. Food is his only consolation, or so it seems from his prodigious girth.
By this time, you have reached the throne. You wave your hand back and forth in front of the king’s face. He takes no notice. You say, “Hello,” quietly, but he continues to sit as if nothing is happening. You shout, but again, nothing happens. You look around and see a door at the opposite end of the hall.
Quickly, you start walking in the direction of the door, when a man enters from a door three steps to your left carrying a large platter covered in bread, cheese, and a variety of foods new to you. Stopping suddenly and trying not to run into the man, you gasp in horror as your leg seemingly grazes his leg. You hold out your arms to catch the platter, but strangely enough, he simply walks through them. In this strange event you have just learned that you are much like a ghost in this town.
You run towards the door, and try to grab the handle. Your hand seems to grab thin air. Again, but in vain, you try to hold the handle. Then, tentatively, your arm reaches out, so your fingers go through the door. Astonished, you continue to stretch your arm out until your shoulder goes through, including your clothes. You reach through the door with your other arm, until it goes through up to your shoulder. Then, cautiously, you press your nose against the door, only now there is no door. Your face goes completely through, as does the rest of your body, and you stand in shock for a couple seconds. You are now standing in another room, quite like the last only smaller and without any furnishings.

Hello. Understand anything yet? A male’s voice speaks to you. You shake your head in confusion, and look around to see if someone spoke to you.
Hello. I am in here. You grab your head and shout, “Who are you?”
I’m your guide, do you not remember? You are inside the time machine.
“What’s happening?” you say loudly, feeling very agitated.
Welcome to The Byzantine Empire. That man in there was the Emperor. It’s the middle of the Fourth Crusade. There is a girl you should follow. That is all I will tell you. Have a good time.
“Wait! Wait! Please, where is she?” you yell. There is only silence.

2

You stagger through the crowd in a semi-drunken stupor. Even though you seem to bump into everyone, but you feel nothing, and you continue your winding way toward an unknown destination. You see an alley and lurch towards it. You try to put your hand on the wall of gray stone, but simply fall through. Exhausted and confuse, you plop on the ground and lay back, trying to organize your frazzled thoughts.
After five minutes of gathering your senses and replaying the events of the past twenty minutes over and over in your head, you sit up. A sudden rush runs through your body and your sight dims for a split second. You cannot remember the last time you ate or drank anything. You assess your current position. You touch all your limbs; no pain anywhere. You pinch your wrist, to make sure you are still conscious. Pain shoots through your forearm. You lick your dry lips. You need to find water somewhere, but you realize that it would be somewhat impossible considering you are not capable of touching anything in this strange, ancient world.
The girl, you think. I need to find the girl, but where? You puzzle over this new predicament for a second.
Have you figured it out yet? That voice again.
“What?” you ask calmly. Now that you have regained a bit more control of your mind, you can reason a bit more. It’s the time machine! Of course. You smack yourself in the forehead for not realizing it before.
Good job, but do not hurt yourself. Now, find the girl. Use discretion.
“Discretion?! Nobody knows I exist!” There is no reply from the voice. “Do they?” you ask, half to yourself.
You cough. You need to find water. Your throat is burning and your voice is dying. As you stand, your vision dims again for half of a second, then returns. How can you get a drink if you cannot even rest against a wall?
You leave the alley and continue through the town. There is apparently a market going on. The sounds of people bartering, animals squealing, children laughing, and all sorts of other noises barrage your ears. You can also smell everything: people, sweat, food, and smells you would rather keep the source unknown. The worst is the food. Bakeries, fruit and vegetable stands, slaughterhouses, they all fill your nostrils with scents of good, and not-so-good, food.
In vain, you try to snatch an apple from the nearest fruit stand. You swipe at a string of onions hanging from the top of a vegetable stand, but your hand just passes through the tantalizing roots.
You keep walking, slowly but surely, through the market. If you stay there for much longer you are sure you will go insane [Author’s note: if it’s not too late already @)~]. Finally, after twelve agonizing minutes of passing through more people, walking by more stands, and smelling more food, the crowds thin and you find yourself on a wide dirt pathway. Continuing on your way, you occasionally come across another living being; a man leading a donkey, a couple with a small child and a cart full of corn, a soldier or two.
After a while, there are no more people on the road. However, you see a little cottage a fair way in the distance. Unfortunately, the sun is beginning to set. It gets dimmer and dimmer as you get closer and closer to the cottage. You do not, however, worry yourself about robber. Who would mug an invisible person?
The sun completely sets, and you stand on the empty road. The silence is eerie. No ambient noise from cars or millions of people crammed into tiny living spaces. There is just silence, broken with an occasional owl hoot. You look up and gasp; the stars are magnificent. With no streetlights, or house lights, billions and billions of stars are visible. You can see so many that in places they form a solid mass of pinkish-yellow light. The moon begins to rise, and it seems as if the stars shy away from it like slaves shy away from a great, or cruel, master. An animal cry shakes you out of your reverie, and you start walking again towards the cottage.

There may or may not be more. If you continue to pester me, there will be more. :)
Also, I apologize for the lack of indentation. Blogger apparently doesn't like good grammar.