Les Misérables and a Retreat

That was an awesome show.
Broadway in Detroit's Les Misérables - so neat. The music was absolutely spectacular and the sets were to die for. Some of the actors I was not so fond of, but the show is really about the music. Gorgeous.

Then I went to a church retreat, and it was… super duper. It was on the Holy Spirit and gifts and stuff like that. The actual retreat wasn't as…energetic as I thought it'd be, but it was still really neat. Though the coolest thing for me happened when I got home.
I'm really awful at the whole elocution thing and I usual stumble around and stutter when I talk. I was praying, but I really couldn't figure out what to say. So I just asked the Holy Spirit to put the words in my mouth. I started mumbling, and started praying in tongues. It was so cool.
(If you didn't know, praying in tongues is like praying in another language. You usually don't know what you're saying, unless you have the gift of interpretation.)
I'd never prayed in tongues before. It was so neat.

In other news, don't stay up until 3:30 then get up at 6 and drive for an hour and a half. Not smart.

In summary, listen to Les Misérables, pray, and sleep.

Love,
Sarah @)~

The Greatest Show Ever

I'm so excited, I'm seeing Les Misérables at the Detroit Fisher Theatre tomorrow. I'm freaking out.
And then, as if that wasn't enough, I'm going to a retreat on Saturday/Sunday. It technically starts Friday evening, but Les Mis is a once in a lifetime kind of dealio. So.
This weekend is going to be wonderful. I think. I hope. It better as heck be good.

Love,
Sarah @)~

Followers?

I realize nobody really reads what I post here, yet I continue to post… I wonder why.
Maybe I simply need an outlet to all this junk that's bottled up in me.
Maybe it's kind of like a diary I'll go back and read to see how dorky I really was.
Maybe it's a maturity tracker.
Maybe it's a life tracker.
I wonder how long I'll keep this up.
Maybe for another year.
Maybe for another week.
Maybe forever.
Who knows?
God does.
…
I also realize that my posts are generally one liner paragraphs now. Apologies, my thoughts aren't quite cohesive enough to be placed in the same paragraph.

Love,
Sarah @)~

Freedom rush

Yesterday I had about forty minutes to kill.
So I drove.
I drove fast.
I drove far.
I drove in the opposite direction from which I was supposed to go.
I drove on nearly deserted roads where there was nobody but me for literally a mile.
It was closest to freedom I've ever gotten.
I want that feeling again.

Love,
Sarah @)~

And this is what it all comes down to...

I really don't know what to say at this point.
I think I'm still in shock.
I'm not sure it this will really ever sink in.
These next two months will probably just go by like a dream.
At least, I hope they do.
We'll see.

Hey little girl with the pressures of the world on your shoulders, don't say that it's over. I heard your prayers, just cast your cares and I'll be there, so don't you fear.
~Irene by TobyMac

Love,
Sarah @)~

I have a big problem...

I am a perfectionist who procrastinates. Yup. That's probably why I'm on blogger, actually. I simply don't want to do my homework unless it's absolutely necessary. However, this becomes a problem when I have to do everything *perfectly* in a short amount of time. Oops.
I realized this yesterday. I was supposed to write a four page research-type paper for English. Not that difficult. But I also had to write a final History paper, take a government quiz, talk to my youth leader about a retreat, and study for a vocabulary quiz. On top of school, I'm in the middle of an argument with my best friend, which is SOOOOO LAME. But that's a story for a different time.
I also honestly think I have a slight case of ADHD. I've gotten distracted at least five times since I started writing this.
Anyways. So, now that I was fully loaded and procrastinating to the last minute, I got completely overwhelmed and freaked out. I think I cried for about five hours yesterday. Not continually, but fairly often within those five hours.
The moral of the story, don't procrastinate. You'll only get overwhelmed.

However, my stupidity continues. Everything I ever turn in is due on Tuesdays. Well, everything except for English. However, I really haven't done much. I was sick earlier and almost threw up, so I've been pretty much just chilling.
This is my conscience right now: HEY STUPID! IF YOU HAVE TIME, DO HOMEWORK!

…

And now, I might write a paper on Hitler. I might I'll probably I'll definitely get distracted.

Love,
Sarah @)~

P.S. This song has been in my head for the past week. Think Twice by Eve 6. Amazing.

I'm back!

After two and a half months on Tumblr, I really like Blogspot better… So here I am again.
Surprisingly, I haven't lost any followers… Wow.

First off, I'm in the midst of a 3OH!3 obsession right now. I absolutely love their music, but their lyrics are less than stellar. Quite a bit of language and inappropriate content, so if you can't handle that, you probably shouldn't listen to it. However, they make all their music on the computer, and it's pretty sweet. You could listen to Beaumont or Tapp, those are just instrumental pieces. Love.

Secondly - well, right now my life is a tangled ball of yarn, wrapped up in impossible knots and coated with the stickiest tree sap you could imagine. In other words, I'm stressed.
I'm have a lot of trouble in school, but that's fairly usual for me. It's not that I'm a bad student, I actually get really high grades, considering, but I'm pretty bad at time management and knowing when to say no to extracurricular things.
I'm still dancing ten hours a week, which will soon be more. AH! SO EXCITED! I got cast as Mina in a Dracula pas de deux AND I get to dance with the best partner I personally know. Happy face :]
I have a violin thing on Sunday, so I have to practice my violin for the first time in… well, a long time. Now I'm in the negative time slot on my calendar…
I'm also working on Once Upon A Mattress…
I'm really bad at this time thing.

Then in addition to the whole less than enough time deal, I'm being a…well, a not so great friend.
Le sigh. (It's French for "the sigh")
I should work on that… Although for the time being, I think it's settled down… I hope…

Just checking back in here. I'll definitely be posting some more, but I'm not exactly sure how much. Also, the posts probably won't be any that much longer than this… And the longest will be worth reading, I promise! There just won't be many of those.

Love,
Sarah @)~

P.S. What should I post about? Assuming someone reads this every once in a blue moon…