The 52 Projects

Hello all.

There is a website I want to share with you. It is a website that I could probably only describe as life changing, and in your last year on earth, of course you want everything to be life changing. This website is called http://52projects.com/, and it is basically for what is implied in the title. A guy sometime ago came up with 52 projects that would deepen the appreciation for what you have and expand your horizons. The projects can be as simple as underlining your favorite passages in a book to riding a train to a random place and taking pictures of your destination. All of them provide a somewhat different perspective on things, though. I know I'm definitely planning on trying some of them during the summer when I have more free time. I would challenge you to do the same and see what the projects can do for your life.

Love,

Sarah.

College and Juggling and Poems, Oh My!

Hello everyone!

I’m going to be upfront. Life has been stressful and busy lately. What with graduation coming up and school being that much harder, with all other activities and juggling at the same time personal negatives, it got a bit overwhelming for a while. Nevertheless, I am feeling chipper as ever again and looking forward to getting back on board with my life. It got chaotic and disorganized and I needed to pull myself back together. But here I am again.

College for me has been a big thing lately. Recently, over the weekend, I went to my school, Millersville University, for another open house solely for admitted students. I am looking forward to it. I’m sure most of you have been through this process, and many are going to go through. Experience is the best teacher, I suppose. I wouldn’t be able to do it alone, though. I have many thanks towards those who are helping me get prepared for this step. And a huge step it is!

How was university or graduating secondary school for all of you?

On another note, I got help from a teacher and she taught me to juggle! I know I wrote something like that on here not that long ago, and it was a pretty amazing and rewarding feeling to be able to actually do something I’ve wanted to do for quite some time. I still need consistent practice (I am still not that great, but it is a work in progress), but I am not worried. It was a very basic process. Start with one ball, and throw it from the dominant hand to the other hand. The most important part from early on was to develop a good, easy toss that arced right about eye level. My teacher stressed that the most. Once one ball was down, then naturally two came in the progression. The hint that she gave then was to develop a good rhythm with the balls: when one is at the peak of its arc, throw the other. Even speak out loud if you have to. That part took the most practice, but once you had the rhythm and the easy toss down, getting three balls in wasn’t hard at all. The best part was, none of this took all that much time. She taught me in one class period and by the end of the class I was throwing three balls through a couple cycles. But, as I said, practice is key, so I have to be consistent with that.

Also, something that has been going on this whole month: National Poetry Writing Month, also known as NaPoWriMo or 30/30 (pronounced thirty thirty). Basically what happens the entire month is you write one poem a day. It’s a pretty daunting task, but very worth it once you see all the awesome poems that you can produce by the end of the month. It’s a little late in the month for those of you who haven’t previously heard of this, but there is always next year, and I would highly encourage participation. For those who do, I would love to read your poems! I will post a couple of mine on here some other day, maybe on the last day I will post my favorite. In the mean time, link me to blogs you know of or you like, and I will share them on here and take a look. Here is the  NaPoWriMo website: http://www.napowrimo.net/.

It’s nice to be writing again, I’ve missed all of you.

How have you been?

Adieu,

Sarah.

Concert Review: Lights

Hello everyone.

It has been a very busy week for me, both in good ways and bad ways. Yesterday, however, was the best way to end a month and celebrate a leap day that I could imagine. As an avid concert goer, I can never turn down the invitation to attend a concert, especially not one with an artist I enjoy. Yesterday, I had the privilege to go to a concert featuring an electronica artist named Lights. And I’d like to advise you to do the same.

Lights is a gorgeous, tiny Canadian girl, dubbed at birth Valerie Poxleitner, who traveled around the world as a child of missionary parents and has apparently been making music from a very early age. She didn’t show up on the radar until a few years ago, but she has quickly gained popularity and is a rising star. I had heard of Lights a while ago, through a friend’s suggestion to listen to her, but I must say, and I did like her music, listening to it occasionally. After her concert, however, I now consider myself to be a big fan.

I have been to quite a few concerts in my short time on earth, but Lights’ definitely ranks in the top five of the best shows that I’ve seen. The combination of the infectious, bass heavy electronica, her gorgeous voice, and the amazing lightshow was one of the best I’ve ever seen. It was impossible not to enjoy everything coming together in a way so perfect that I haven’t exactly seen in many other concerts. Plus, Lights’ energy is also more than infectious. You can’t help smile at her; she wore a constant grin and was always dancing on stage, and she gets very into her music, obviously enjoying herself. I was in love with the concert after the first few songs, but the one that really seized me personally was her song “Flux and Flow.” Everything fell perfectly in place on that song; not only is it pretty intense to begin with, but the heavy bass combined with strobe lights and laser pointers timed perfectly to the music and Lights just rocking out on stage made it amazing.

The night was wrapped up perfectly when my friend with whom I went and I got to meet her. After waiting nearly an hour after the show, she finally stepped out of her tour bus and my friend and I got her autograph and pictures with her. She was super nice, and her equally fantastic fiancé Beau Bokan of Blessthefall was there as well.

Lights and I.

All in all, it was a beyond fantastic night. If you have never heard of Lights or haven’t give her a listen, I encourage you to do so. And then I encourage all of you to try and get to her concert. You won’t be disappointed.

Have a good one, and make as many adventures as you can.

Sarah.

What's Going On.

Hello all.

I honestly don’t have much to say today, just a few little tidbits about what I’ve been doing and what I’m going to be doing.

Over the weekend I went camping at a place up near Erie in Pennsylvania called Camp Judson. I’m always a fan of getaways, but Judson is a pretty special place. We had a small group of people with us, twenty or so, and it may be the first group of people I’ve ever been camping with where we all got along the whole time, which was pretty miraculous. Usually someone gets mad at each other when I go camping with lots of people. It was probably one of the most relaxing atmospheres I’ve been in in a really long time. It was so natural to be with the people there that it was like being around family. So, yeah. They were basically one of my many mini families. Which are very nice to have. It’s wonderful to be able to go somewhere else away from those who actually share your blood and have such a strong bond that’s unique in a way that your bond with other friends isn’t. I hope someone understands what I’m saying. It’s really fantastic actually. I love my families.

On other notes, there are a couple of things that I am going to be starting. The first is that I’m going to attempt to make a violin cover of Echelon by 30 Seconds to Mars (which my friend helped me in deciding, thank you), but it might take a while. Hopefully not too long, though. I’m somewhat of a perfectionist when it comes to these things so I won’t let it be anything but so, and that can take me a while. But I hope it comes out wonderful whenever I’m done with it. The second is that I have decided to learn to juggle, as to knock off one of my bucket list items that I can actually do during the winter. I will be documenting my struggle to juggle on here, so stay tuned. Hopefully that one doesn’t take me too long to learn either, but knowing my excellent coordination skills it could take a while.

That’s really all I have for you for now. I hope you’re having a great time living life.

Ti amo,

Sarah.

The Best Weird Hobby You Should Try

There are definitely strange hobbies out there. I mean, people do things like host national mooing contests and or unicycle for fun. Not that unicycling is weird, I’ve known many a unicycler. Personally, I obsessively collect pennies. I will throw away all other change and just keep the pennies. I harass friends to give me their pennies. I have so many I’ve had to start multiple jars for them. So that’s my weird hobby.

Sure, I’ve heard of a lot of weird hobbies before. Some time ago in my internet surfing, though, I stumbled across perhaps my favorite weird hobby ever, and one that I definitely want to try some day: extreme ironing. Yes, you heard me right. Extreme ironing.

So what is extreme ironing? Well, it’s pretty self explanatory. People take their ironing boards and a shirt and go iron in extreme conditions. I’ll show you some pictures, but perhaps my favorite one I’ve ever found of extreme ironing was a guy who was hanging suspended in the air by a rope at least a couple thousand feet off of a cliff, sitting there with his ironing board, ironing away. If that’s not amazing, I don’t know what is.

But enough talk. I’ll let you see a few pictures for yourself.

Skydiving ironing.

Scuba diving ironing.

Antarctic ironing.

Back of a taxi ironing.

In the middle of the highway ironing.

You get the gist. Luckily, extreme ironing can be as simple as riding an intertube while ironing or placing your ironing board on the back of a cow, so it shouldn’t be that difficult for me to try this year. I think whenever it gets warm out again, I’m going to grab my kayak, head to our river, and try some extreme ironing. Hold me to that.

Until I can do that, I hope you find some way to do it. Maybe on a ski slope. Or for those of you in warmer areas, the possibilities are endless.

Have fun,

Sarah.

Donkey Basketball: If You Never Get to Try It, At Least Watch It.

Sorry to everyone for my lack of blog posting recently. I have been being lazy and that is very bad of me. Again, apologies.

But I would like to jump right to the point. There is something I did last week that, up until that day, I swore that my teacher was making it up. It was a little something called Donkey Basketball. It is exactly what it sounds like: the players ride donkeys while attempting to play basketball.

Now, this all got started because I am in a club called Science Olympiad. I’m sure some people have heard of it, others not. Basically, it is a scientific competition where we compete against other schools in varying areas of science. For example, last year I won a medal in ornithology, which is the study of birds. There are scientific areas ranging from biological things such as that to physics and chemistry. Anyway, enough about that. That’s not what I’m trying to tell you about here.

Our club needed to do a fundraiser so we could go to the competition this year, and our advisor right off the bat said that we were going to do Donkey Basketball. I had never even dreamed of such a thing, let alone heard of it, and for months I was suspicious of whether or not he was being serious. That is, until I found myself selling tickets to the students and general population. Even then, it was hard to believe I was going to do something as ridiculous as ride a donkey and play basketball at the same time.

Well the night finally came, and I found myself standing in a room with the Donkey Basketball owner, having him explain the rules to us. Needless to say what followed was probably one of the most interesting things I might ever see, no matter where I go. I don’t remember my first donkey’s name, but it was white and tall and hard to get on. At first, I just pulled on it’s reins and led it around the gym attempting to get the ball so that I could pass it to someone on a donkey on my team. In order to score a basket the team member who was shooting had to be on the donkey. My donkey was pretty easy to drag around, so I figured I might as well try and climb on it and ride it around. I figured it couldn’t be much worse than riding a horse, which I have experience doing. How bad of me to assume things like that.

The donkey started going really fast, as the man that owned the company was chasing them around the court with some stick that make noises when he hit it against the ground. I must’ve gotten freaked out or the donkey must’ve bucked or something, I’m not entirely sure, but the next thing I knew, I had fallen off my donkey and was laying on the ground with a throbbing left leg. Poor me. I stood up, and naturally limped painfully after my donkey. I didn’t let them take me out for a while though; I guess the reason that they did end up taking me out of the game was because I continued to limp for several minutes afterwards, something I didn’t notice until later.

For the next few days (and even until today) the lower left area of my back is in pain, though it was the worst the day after. My whole leg just stopped hurting yesterday. Ouch.

When I did convince them to let me back in, I managed to snag a donkey that was very… easy to ride. You must understand, I stand very tall for a girl at six feet, and this donkey was only about three feet, at the tallest. So for the rest of the game, instead of riding my donkey, I sort of just walked while I was on its back. Yeah. People got a kick out of that.

The picture to your left would be me (in the tie dye and the blue helmet) riding (or more or less walking while on its back) that tiny little donkey.

It was an interesting experience. If you ever, ever get the chance to see or even participate in something like this, I would highly recommend it. The laughs are endless, guaranteed. That is, unless for some reason you view it as animal cruelty. Then the laughs are rather limited, I would say.

So get out there and try it. Or just try something as wacky and bizarre as it. There are some pretty awesomely bizarre things out there. Maybe I’ll make a blog post of all the weird hobbies people have that I want to try.

Until then, te amo.

Sarah.

A First Week's End

Hello all.

I’ve decided that the end of the week will just be a time for updating how things are going, letting everyone know what the plans for the future are, and probably sharing something cool depending on whether or not I have something cool to share. This particular week I will be doing all three, so everyone should be excited and show me their excitement.

First and foremost, I’ve got a little tale to tell. My “new year resolution” (it is put in quotation marks because I don’t exactly believe in making new year resolutions) this year was to start running every morning before school again, like I had been doing for the first couple months of the year. I would’ve continued my (very) early morning physical routine had it not been for an unfortunate event that sort of, quite literally, stopped me in my tracks.

Back then in the fall before Pennsylvania gets cold I would run outside on the streets around my house. The problem with this is that it was very, very dark, as I would usually run before six in the morning. Not only am I rather terrified of the dark (a little fact I forgot about when I started, but it didn’t stop me) but it being so pitch black outside made it rather difficult to see. One morning I decided I was going to lengthen my running time, so I took a different, longer path. As I was running on the side of the road, little did I know this new path had a drainage ditch about my height that went straight down right smack in the middle of it. Needless to say, one minute I was running and minding my own business, the next I was staring into a drainage pipe and wondering where the heck I was and why I was sitting in a puddle of water.

Woops.

Needless to say my new found fear of big holes sort of stopped me for a while, but I am fully intentional on starting to run again in the morning, though this time at a local gym. Hopefully no magical holes appear on the treadmill or I might give up running forever.

On a lighter note, the cool thing I would like to share with you this week happens to be one of my favorite websites of all time. It is called www.wanelo.com, and I think you should all go check it out because it is worth every second that you spend browsing it. It is a shopping site, but not exactly an average one. Instead of selling their own products, wanelo has its users post whatever they like that they’ve found on the internet, and every other user and the public can browse through. It’s sort of like polyvore or pinterest, I’d suppose, though I find wanelo’s set up much easier to use and navigate. Plus, most of the items are there are quirky and unusual, things you really wouldn’t find on any other site. I would recommend it to anybody, as they have everything from clothing to cooking utensils and books to furniture, but it is especially directed towards those with a flair for indie style.

Check it out, it’s pretty sweet.

Before I wrap up, I’d like to tell you one thing that’s on the bucket list that is going to take me all year to do. I saw it on a blog somewhere, though the name of said blog is now lost to me. From now on in my end of the week post, I’m going to be posting the phrase “I love you” in a different language. I think it’d be fun to learn to say such a common and wonderful phrase in 52 different languages; one for every week of the year. So this week, we’ll keep it simple and just start with plain old English.

I love you guys.

Have a great next week, and fill it with adventures beyond your imagination.

Sarah.