Rock concerts are amazing...... The wild bright lights, the loud music... a place where I can just be consumed by the music and not feel like an idiot for dancing in public. Haha yeah.
I went to one this past weekend... it was amazing. (if you've been on my facebook, you may have seen the pics). Rode 45 minutes up to Pullman, with my friend David cracking jokes and telling stories of his boyscout adventures all the way. I couldn't have asked for a better travel mate- he's one of the most entertaining people I know, and is always great to have along on road trips :-)
The turnout for the concert was huge- nearly the whole Something Or Other Stadium was full! I call it that for two reasons- 1, it's alliterated, and 2, I can't remember the actual name of it. It always slips my mind. Anyhow, there had to be at least 1,000 people there. We showed up a slighty bit late (that's the one downfall to riding up with David, as he says, his mom is notoriously late...but we didn't miss much), so I didn't get the awesomely awesome front spot with the mosh pit like I did at the past two concerts I was at. Either way though, it was great. The bands of the evening were Mercy Me, Jeremy Camp, and Hawk Nelson (and like two others that I'd never heard of but liked...forgot who they were though...) Again, totally awesome =D
I had no idea how full a hallway could be. Try cramming a thousand people into a hall that is probly 8 or 10 feet wide. Yeah. I mean, it was pretty long lengthwise, but everybody was crammed on one end of it because that's where all the souvenir stands were...not only that but so were the bands and singers! David and I joined the mega-lines and got autographs of the Hawk Nelson band and Jeremy camp =D yay! lol I had them sign the brochures I'd picked up that advertised for the next concert... I couldn't find anything else XD David on the other hand had a rather original idea-- he brought his old gameboy advance and had Jeremy camp as well as Hawk Nelson's lead singer sign it! They seemed rather amused.
And my excitement didn't end with the concert, either! This whole week I've been getting high on anticipation.... TWO MORE DAYS UNTIL I GO TO SEATTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *bounces* it's pretty much the most anticipated vacation trip of my lifetime :-) Well, actually it's three days if you count today, but being that the day is nearly over, I'm not counting today. We leave early Friday morning. yay! It doesn't look like I'll get to see any camp hopies though =( I was really hoping to, but it doesnt look all too likely. Unless any of you plan to visit Trinity Reformed Baptist for their evening service on Sunday. Otherwise, I don't think I'll get to see anyone. Unless Bo somehow manages to convince his parents to let him drive two hours to hang with me and my family... that would be amazing, but I sure can't count on it happening :-/
Anywho, this will probably be the last post you bloggers shall see from me until some time the week after this comming. At that point there will probably be a hyper happy rant about all the stuff I did in Seattle. *grins*
Happy Spring Break to you all!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Dream Guy
There was somebody there...far enough behind me to not be noticed, but close enough to cause an uneasy feeling in the back of my mind. Tall, dark, and somewhat handsome... sound like the typical Prince Charming?
Well get that thought out of your mind, you stereotypical one!
It was a bright, sunny and warm afternoon. The P.C.H.E. moms were having a home school meeting at a group of picnic tables under the nice big shade trees, the kids were running and laughing on the playground, and the teens were hanging out talking random subjects as we usually do. It was all so... normal. Mostly. I left the group- it was only going to be for a minute- to ask my mom something, although now I don't recall what it was. Irrelevant, I suppose. As I walked over there I was aware of faint shuffling footsteps behind me. No big deal, I thought. It's probably just one of my friends. I got to the picnic tables and turned around, freezing as I gagged on unsaid words. A tall man, probably in his mid-twenties, was behind me. Black hair, black goatee, and a black jacket worn with jeans. The sort of person who you think of as being the uberly cool lead singer of your favorite rock band. But this was not a man you would run to for autographs, I gathered in an instant. He pulled a gun and threatened to fire. I'm not sure what he was after, but it was most definitely turning into a hostage situation quickly. I wasn't sure what to do, and I was freaking out... I asked Mrs.DeGode to come with me and as the man demanded to where we were going, I told him I had to use the bathroom. An odd excuse, but for some bizzare reason, it was accepted. A little strange that the man would agree to such a request of his hostages, but so long as we promised to come back, he said it was okay.
I would ordinarily keep my promises, and I'm sure you know this... but was I about to keep a promise to return to a hostage situation where I could possibly be shot? Nuh uh. As soon as we were out of eyeshot, Mrs.Degode and I ran. We didn't stop until we found a building along the sidewalk with a revolving door, which we quickly darted into. Once inside, as we said, we did stop and use the bathroom... and then immediately duck into the secret area behind it. I knew it was there because this wasn't the first time this had happened to me. It was then as a sudden sense of dejavu washed over me that I realized that I was the one this man wanted.
Now what happened between getting to the secret room and when I returned back to my house with fear raging in my heart, I'm not completely sure. It's all pretty blurred now, despite how recent it happened. Either way, as I sat in my room, pretty much in a state of parinoia, I made preparations to escape incase the man came back for me. I had a disguise all put together and took the screen out of my side window so that if I must, I could crawl out onto the roof and jump off the low part in the back yard and make a run for it. The sun was now setting, and as I listened to my parents discussing what to do about my current situation, I heard a van pull up in my driveway. I nearly peeked out my window, but realized I'd left the blinds open and they'd see me. I thought about putting the blinds down, but decided against that as well because they'd know somebody was there. So I raced to the room next to mine and looked out my brother's closed blinds. Out of the van climbed a man and a woman, who looked like they were probably in their sixties. None of us knew them. The only thought that pulsed through my mind was "They must be with HIM!"
I was then grateful that I had made preparations for my escape. I climbed out my bedroom window out into the night.
Again, I must say to you, I have some of the wildest dreams sometimes. I do so wonder why I keep dreaming of running away from this dark, deep-voiced kidnapper. Creepy.
Well get that thought out of your mind, you stereotypical one!
It was a bright, sunny and warm afternoon. The P.C.H.E. moms were having a home school meeting at a group of picnic tables under the nice big shade trees, the kids were running and laughing on the playground, and the teens were hanging out talking random subjects as we usually do. It was all so... normal. Mostly. I left the group- it was only going to be for a minute- to ask my mom something, although now I don't recall what it was. Irrelevant, I suppose. As I walked over there I was aware of faint shuffling footsteps behind me. No big deal, I thought. It's probably just one of my friends. I got to the picnic tables and turned around, freezing as I gagged on unsaid words. A tall man, probably in his mid-twenties, was behind me. Black hair, black goatee, and a black jacket worn with jeans. The sort of person who you think of as being the uberly cool lead singer of your favorite rock band. But this was not a man you would run to for autographs, I gathered in an instant. He pulled a gun and threatened to fire. I'm not sure what he was after, but it was most definitely turning into a hostage situation quickly. I wasn't sure what to do, and I was freaking out... I asked Mrs.DeGode to come with me and as the man demanded to where we were going, I told him I had to use the bathroom. An odd excuse, but for some bizzare reason, it was accepted. A little strange that the man would agree to such a request of his hostages, but so long as we promised to come back, he said it was okay.
I would ordinarily keep my promises, and I'm sure you know this... but was I about to keep a promise to return to a hostage situation where I could possibly be shot? Nuh uh. As soon as we were out of eyeshot, Mrs.Degode and I ran. We didn't stop until we found a building along the sidewalk with a revolving door, which we quickly darted into. Once inside, as we said, we did stop and use the bathroom... and then immediately duck into the secret area behind it. I knew it was there because this wasn't the first time this had happened to me. It was then as a sudden sense of dejavu washed over me that I realized that I was the one this man wanted.
Now what happened between getting to the secret room and when I returned back to my house with fear raging in my heart, I'm not completely sure. It's all pretty blurred now, despite how recent it happened. Either way, as I sat in my room, pretty much in a state of parinoia, I made preparations to escape incase the man came back for me. I had a disguise all put together and took the screen out of my side window so that if I must, I could crawl out onto the roof and jump off the low part in the back yard and make a run for it. The sun was now setting, and as I listened to my parents discussing what to do about my current situation, I heard a van pull up in my driveway. I nearly peeked out my window, but realized I'd left the blinds open and they'd see me. I thought about putting the blinds down, but decided against that as well because they'd know somebody was there. So I raced to the room next to mine and looked out my brother's closed blinds. Out of the van climbed a man and a woman, who looked like they were probably in their sixties. None of us knew them. The only thought that pulsed through my mind was "They must be with HIM!"
I was then grateful that I had made preparations for my escape. I climbed out my bedroom window out into the night.
Again, I must say to you, I have some of the wildest dreams sometimes. I do so wonder why I keep dreaming of running away from this dark, deep-voiced kidnapper. Creepy.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
The 10 minute post
Well, I'm nearing the end of my half-hour break time from school and have exactly 10 minutes more 'till I gotta head off back to the school work. Meaning I need to finish my science lesson, do a history quiz, finish reading the last little paragraph from the history book, and if there's time, practice guitar a little before lunch.
For "forced reading" as I sometimes call it, mom has assigned me the book by Brett & Alex Harris titled "Do Hard Things". It's actually really good! I always like it when my "forced reading" turns out to be really cool. It's a rather thought provoking book, really. The two guys who wrote it are twin brothers of the age 19. Or at least they were when they wrote it a couple years ago. lol. They talk about how nowadays the teenage years are mainly spent goofing off and compare it to back in the "old days" when teenager wasn't even a word in people's vocabularies. Basically, back then once you hit puberty, you were considered an adult and were given adult responsibilities. They encourage us to try and go out of our comfort zones and to do stuff besides what teens of this age are normally expected. To do big things, or sometimes just those things that in the long run will make a difference but right now just seem, well, hard.
You should check out their blog: http://www.therebelution.com/blog/
Anyway, break's over in 2 minutes, so I'd better go ahead and hit that bright orange publish button down there.........and then off to do my own hard thing-- history quiz...oh joy... lol.
For "forced reading" as I sometimes call it, mom has assigned me the book by Brett & Alex Harris titled "Do Hard Things". It's actually really good! I always like it when my "forced reading" turns out to be really cool. It's a rather thought provoking book, really. The two guys who wrote it are twin brothers of the age 19. Or at least they were when they wrote it a couple years ago. lol. They talk about how nowadays the teenage years are mainly spent goofing off and compare it to back in the "old days" when teenager wasn't even a word in people's vocabularies. Basically, back then once you hit puberty, you were considered an adult and were given adult responsibilities. They encourage us to try and go out of our comfort zones and to do stuff besides what teens of this age are normally expected. To do big things, or sometimes just those things that in the long run will make a difference but right now just seem, well, hard.
You should check out their blog: http://www.therebelution.com/blog/
Anyway, break's over in 2 minutes, so I'd better go ahead and hit that bright orange publish button down there.........and then off to do my own hard thing-- history quiz...oh joy... lol.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Testing, Partying, & Sniped In The Face...another week in the life of Sarah!
Oi, well I cannot believe I'm actually saying this but I really am looking forward to a less hectic week this time around. This really has been a fun week though...
Monday and Tuesday I had the ITBS, which is the Iowa Test of Basic Skills...it's actually funner than it sounds, for the most part. I got to take it with my friends Taylor & Elsbeth, so that was cool. Taylor and I have taken it together every year since we were 4th graders, so we've kinda developed our own tradition of every year she brings fashion designs that she draws and then I draw them onto my cartoon characters. It's a cool thing we've got going =) Oh, Tuesday was also my bro's 13th bday.
Also on Tuesday the homeschool sports group got together as we always do, only now we're starting up on Volley Ball... isn't as fun as it was back at Camp Hope though :-/ Mainly 'cause we're using all the official rules, which include not being able to use both hands on a serve. So basically that means that I stink at serving and had horrible bruises on my hands that hurt for a couple days afterwords and I didn't even get the ball over the net half the time. Blarg.
Wednesday of course was my library volunteering & youth group...awesomeness. Before going to the library I stopped by the second hand store and picked up a couple things. One was a combat jacket for the airsoft war I went to and the other was this absolutely adorable white fuzzy sweater/coat type thing....and also a pair of pants. All this for only 6 bucks! Wooo =D Then that evening youth group, which is always mega fun. All the girls had a thing for complimenting my jewlery that night...lol. And of course I had a blast hanging with Ian & David, as always.
Nothing much happened Thursday, though my bro had to finish his ITBS. Friday I was so excited because I got to visit with some friends who live a couple hours away who I hardly ever get to see. It was so great to see Mikayla & Patrick again! Then that evening I and several other friends all went over to David's place to celebrate his 15th birthday by having Nintendo Wii tournaments... I was rather pleased with myself for beating the guys in bowling. *grins*
Saturday.... now saturday was pretty much amazing. It was my brother's birthday party, in which he invited a buncha the guys to this nearby farm where we had an Airsoft war. I got to join in the game for the first time... I'd heard a lot about it and it actually sounded like fun, and Nathaniel said that if I could somehow get a gun, I could join in. So I mentioned the possibility to Ian, who readily let me borrow his machine gun. I managed to do ok, for it being my first time... I don 't think I actually got anybody out, but I was never the first one out, and in several rounds flat out didn't get out, which was cool. In the end, I got hit in the face a couple times by a sniper riffle, once in the forehead by a mega good machine gun (I still have a mark from that one... after being hit I realized I'd forgotten to put on my safety glasses....oi. Lucky break there I guess! lol), and then hit in the leg several times. Sounds like I might get to join some of their other wars in the future too, which I'm rather excited about :-)
Then there's today-- Church, for sure. That was good and there were a couple of men visiting. One from California and the other from the Seattle area. They were both really nice. The California one is an ex-school teacher and grilled me a bit about homeschooling...but I kind of liked it. I always enjoy a good debate like that every now and then. And of course I proved him wrong in that ever-preasent arguement about homeschoolers being unsocialized and unable to talk to people well. Hehehe. After church we went home for a few minutes and headed back off for the potluck, along with David. Ever since last summer it has become somewhat of a tradition now that I bring him to all the church events. It's always a load of fun having a friend along on those things... and of course like the last potluck that was at the Croll's place, we went adventuring into the canyon near the house. I should post up the photos some time.
Anyhow...that's my week! Well with the exception of one part I guess... in between all of that I made six dozen cupcakes. Ye-eah.... 2 doz. for my bro's party and then 4 doz. for the potluck. Whew! I think I've had plenty of cupcakes for now...
So yeah, congrats on getting to the end of this rather large post :-) lol
Monday and Tuesday I had the ITBS, which is the Iowa Test of Basic Skills...it's actually funner than it sounds, for the most part. I got to take it with my friends Taylor & Elsbeth, so that was cool. Taylor and I have taken it together every year since we were 4th graders, so we've kinda developed our own tradition of every year she brings fashion designs that she draws and then I draw them onto my cartoon characters. It's a cool thing we've got going =) Oh, Tuesday was also my bro's 13th bday.
Also on Tuesday the homeschool sports group got together as we always do, only now we're starting up on Volley Ball... isn't as fun as it was back at Camp Hope though :-/ Mainly 'cause we're using all the official rules, which include not being able to use both hands on a serve. So basically that means that I stink at serving and had horrible bruises on my hands that hurt for a couple days afterwords and I didn't even get the ball over the net half the time. Blarg.
Wednesday of course was my library volunteering & youth group...awesomeness. Before going to the library I stopped by the second hand store and picked up a couple things. One was a combat jacket for the airsoft war I went to and the other was this absolutely adorable white fuzzy sweater/coat type thing....and also a pair of pants. All this for only 6 bucks! Wooo =D Then that evening youth group, which is always mega fun. All the girls had a thing for complimenting my jewlery that night...lol. And of course I had a blast hanging with Ian & David, as always.
Nothing much happened Thursday, though my bro had to finish his ITBS. Friday I was so excited because I got to visit with some friends who live a couple hours away who I hardly ever get to see. It was so great to see Mikayla & Patrick again! Then that evening I and several other friends all went over to David's place to celebrate his 15th birthday by having Nintendo Wii tournaments... I was rather pleased with myself for beating the guys in bowling. *grins*
Saturday.... now saturday was pretty much amazing. It was my brother's birthday party, in which he invited a buncha the guys to this nearby farm where we had an Airsoft war. I got to join in the game for the first time... I'd heard a lot about it and it actually sounded like fun, and Nathaniel said that if I could somehow get a gun, I could join in. So I mentioned the possibility to Ian, who readily let me borrow his machine gun. I managed to do ok, for it being my first time... I don 't think I actually got anybody out, but I was never the first one out, and in several rounds flat out didn't get out, which was cool. In the end, I got hit in the face a couple times by a sniper riffle, once in the forehead by a mega good machine gun (I still have a mark from that one... after being hit I realized I'd forgotten to put on my safety glasses....oi. Lucky break there I guess! lol), and then hit in the leg several times. Sounds like I might get to join some of their other wars in the future too, which I'm rather excited about :-)
Then there's today-- Church, for sure. That was good and there were a couple of men visiting. One from California and the other from the Seattle area. They were both really nice. The California one is an ex-school teacher and grilled me a bit about homeschooling...but I kind of liked it. I always enjoy a good debate like that every now and then. And of course I proved him wrong in that ever-preasent arguement about homeschoolers being unsocialized and unable to talk to people well. Hehehe. After church we went home for a few minutes and headed back off for the potluck, along with David. Ever since last summer it has become somewhat of a tradition now that I bring him to all the church events. It's always a load of fun having a friend along on those things... and of course like the last potluck that was at the Croll's place, we went adventuring into the canyon near the house. I should post up the photos some time.
Anyhow...that's my week! Well with the exception of one part I guess... in between all of that I made six dozen cupcakes. Ye-eah.... 2 doz. for my bro's party and then 4 doz. for the potluck. Whew! I think I've had plenty of cupcakes for now...
So yeah, congrats on getting to the end of this rather large post :-) lol
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