tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894006602201814232024-03-12T19:10:31.845-07:00you're a time bomb, baby !sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-61473039409316252652011-04-21T13:02:00.000-07:002011-04-21T13:04:24.092-07:00The Maternal Lens!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thematernallens.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-could-win-camera.html"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5229/5638073773_4098db442c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />You could win this awesome camera from The Maternal Lens! Check it out! They have awesome tips and giveaways for photographers!<br /><br />(:<br /><br />Sarahsarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-15752132876076558892011-04-19T08:42:00.000-07:002011-04-19T08:46:56.147-07:00Photography Giveaway!<div style="text-align: center;">There is some awesome stuff being given away at Deal Seeking Photographers!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-fqcpFe_Vev9pxMqjCWWm_4FQbbtXQFPjJTbGnyVtEX0RuBPX2FL8P6vG6aZNMTE1HxaIJ2f828sTMJp6rtdXScO8_c-GTZ7ar2Wr4b12mJtRQH7Yn7KSQONDQkhhcqpIcsnaq3DE1Y/s1600/blog+header+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-fqcpFe_Vev9pxMqjCWWm_4FQbbtXQFPjJTbGnyVtEX0RuBPX2FL8P6vG6aZNMTE1HxaIJ2f828sTMJp6rtdXScO8_c-GTZ7ar2Wr4b12mJtRQH7Yn7KSQONDQkhhcqpIcsnaq3DE1Y/s1600/blog+header+copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://dealseekingphotographers.blogspot.com/2011/04/500-likers-giveaway-right-here.html">Click here to check it out!</a><br /><br />Good luck! :)</div>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-49531138826030516192010-10-26T17:44:00.000-07:002010-10-26T18:18:07.542-07:00I Heart Faces: Pink Week!<div align="justify">I'm entering this week's "I Heart Faces" challenge. This is my very first time entering. Today, I was spending time with my best friend when the urge to make cupcakes struck us! I took advantage of the situation and made cupcakes in honor of Breat Cancer Awareness month and then decided to incorporate the cupcakes with this week's challenge on "I Heart Faces!"<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/" mce_href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"><img src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/I-Heart-Faces-Pink-Challenge.gif" mce_src="" /></a></p><div align="justify"><br /><br />So, here is my photo entry, featuring my best friend and delicious cupcakes! :) I haven't enjoyed them yet, but I plan on doing so quite soon. :) Comments are appreciated !!!<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532521245177350706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaSQp6Y5W1ySSQoQdOt5WycOdxHWTmu6DxBQVaScJ5xN5sWcQBGfxnmmHNSOnOGG6-bAUcEPYYvsJDEKEDVGuIsk2vnNyH5YEUNW0-gF6wNShinVX2tO-Q42GQwGNqQEJMAFuj9ngM7gq/s400/om+nom+nom.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><center></center>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-51331260969730612872010-10-22T07:42:00.000-07:002010-10-22T07:44:38.656-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="260"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5t3CWk6dSdE&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5t3CWk6dSdE&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="260"></embed></object></div>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-32629695338046147982010-10-19T07:52:00.000-07:002010-10-19T08:05:06.553-07:00never pretty enough.I follow several inspirational photographers on Tumblr, Twitter, Flickr, Blogger, Facebook, and so on and most of them are amazing self-portrait artists. I've always tried my hand at doing self-portraits, but I've never felt pretty enough to do them. The inspiration only comes when I'm alone and when I feel the most down. Then I try and most often I end up frustrated because I only believe that I'm proving myself correct. I take pictures. I see all of my flaws and never pay attention to the things that might be beautiful. So, today... some of this changed... maybe.<br /><br />I've had a very stressful year this year. From death to life to lost to loved to hated to shattered; all of it. It's all going to be okay, though. At least that's what I have to constantly tell myself. If I don't then I'm not going to make it through. So what to do when I'm alone and feeling completely shattered?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1M1rW5605Xmya4AGafsmKtKjAVbSMqb9eCTZemByIBspXzf3NbeUkEJ-9Id2o7yGoDq88CQB-JG5Nn9CRT8g1-xnLzUMHeQS9x0mHNcCB94QpNP4coVq-IYDfdmkE7KoJgGwmekChfx8d/s1600/selfsadboth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1M1rW5605Xmya4AGafsmKtKjAVbSMqb9eCTZemByIBspXzf3NbeUkEJ-9Id2o7yGoDq88CQB-JG5Nn9CRT8g1-xnLzUMHeQS9x0mHNcCB94QpNP4coVq-IYDfdmkE7KoJgGwmekChfx8d/s400/selfsadboth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529773242053064914" /></a><br /><br />And though I just typed this, the horrible feelings come back the second I look at my phone. They try and bring me down, and honestly they're succeeding. They've won. I've lost, and they have won.<br /><br />I thought that maybe, just maybe she would be on my side, but she's not. They're not. Anyways, now that I'm feeling awful again, I'm going to go ahead and post the pictures I took. The ones that I felt at least okay in. Now I'm doubting them.<br /><br />So I have to do it before I don't.<br />That's all I've got to say.sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-56738836235554233002010-08-22T11:45:00.000-07:002010-08-22T11:55:05.278-07:00<object width="400" height="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAV0XrbEwNc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAV0XrbEwNc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"></embed></object>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-73876940725701649792010-07-17T13:58:00.000-07:002010-07-17T14:02:27.474-07:00dramatic black and white.Just entered a contest on I Heart Faces for teenagers. The theme was: Dramatic Black & White. I hope my photo does okay. :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SMyXs7j3CWJcsb4ds8n4KrhwW-OxzYZrOchglcy5nFNdAKpv-01ZiZnvbjHTC6At4AYkPJ2LY1MbnXgJ9GlVa2MjyASutw1C0GRh2JVdTLy88tinMUA8MhS087tV8qPGARE9AuaOyTJq/s1600/mayce.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SMyXs7j3CWJcsb4ds8n4KrhwW-OxzYZrOchglcy5nFNdAKpv-01ZiZnvbjHTC6At4AYkPJ2LY1MbnXgJ9GlVa2MjyASutw1C0GRh2JVdTLy88tinMUA8MhS087tV8qPGARE9AuaOyTJq/s320/mayce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494983110198828626" border="0" /></a>That's all I got for now. I know, I'm boring these days.<br />xoxo, Sarah.sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-22316474003258341622010-07-16T16:16:00.001-07:002010-07-16T16:36:00.325-07:00summer sessions.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXRf6CBKgA6x3lV9JBt9y0Lw2U50g5MsnDV79NTZYvm9vI3jRKYHPjjNeP_0ENaVuWrgAcnbR71NRb0-dZ5WZCcPx-6P42mY6KZ5fFTj3r1wZDbuvdKZXmUeRqTP3uC8BkRRqmQQlaDPId/s1600/family.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXRf6CBKgA6x3lV9JBt9y0Lw2U50g5MsnDV79NTZYvm9vI3jRKYHPjjNeP_0ENaVuWrgAcnbR71NRb0-dZ5WZCcPx-6P42mY6KZ5fFTj3r1wZDbuvdKZXmUeRqTP3uC8BkRRqmQQlaDPId/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494650465530952258" border="0" /></a><br />This summer I have only done two sessions. I wish there were more for me to do, but nobody seems willing enough. It's hard to find people in a small town like this, but I think I've made do?<br /><br />I'll post some pictures from the two sessions that I've done. The first one was my baby sister's senior pictures at Big Spring in Van Buren, Missouri --- I'll post these later -- and the second one was on empty land that had nothing but a big red barn. It was of a very large family, and probably one of my best yet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKZJMZ1TxzW9SLutxsy0qHCh8moPxuHPIXQbViShKUbk-sLh3zQBnG1cw1TYWmxYTvM9lAEskioV2xto2Y3LEGjDZNtD5SkrEDlvoHBGwWr3rhpLc8faXvWHmgPHDSPFrb_O2FJJBDYiO/s1600/lala.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKZJMZ1TxzW9SLutxsy0qHCh8moPxuHPIXQbViShKUbk-sLh3zQBnG1cw1TYWmxYTvM9lAEskioV2xto2Y3LEGjDZNtD5SkrEDlvoHBGwWr3rhpLc8faXvWHmgPHDSPFrb_O2FJJBDYiO/s320/lala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494650770020344754" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_AJAvmLSab3lhRqM19axtLOONQh3Uw_W0SPMZf5Ca12j5Fg-sevH-dlpIQm_WVsBtc45AtdMaVg9qId3e__inpRgtTibzazrDY9KYoEFSbfAQQfns3WO0a6O5WJYOrJ1UnBBIUhmvRGB/s1600/two.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_AJAvmLSab3lhRqM19axtLOONQh3Uw_W0SPMZf5Ca12j5Fg-sevH-dlpIQm_WVsBtc45AtdMaVg9qId3e__inpRgtTibzazrDY9KYoEFSbfAQQfns3WO0a6O5WJYOrJ1UnBBIUhmvRGB/s320/two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494651181253737570" /></a><br /><br />More from this session can be seen on my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?profile=1&id=100000842812737#!/pages/Qulin-MO/-photography-by-sarah/104189686286024">Facebook fan page!</a> <br /><br />And that's it for now!<br />Check back later.<br />xoxo, Sarahsarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-1275536878761422132010-05-18T10:05:00.001-07:002010-05-18T10:07:41.975-07:00i'm awesome; no you're not dude, don't lie.so... i graduated high school. -cheers-<br />should feel more special than this, but it doesn't.<br /><br />wish i were awesome enough to do something memorable at graduation.<br />obviously i'm not. oh well.<br /><br />here's a picture that tiffany snapped at graduation.<br />i'm not much in the blogging mood today. :/<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89KZqu1YbL_eTn9cH6_1bTA5hbuZ3Ks12mVp3IoG7HHt57Rt6SVpEynXyHWagPDeFHUkxQiYp7C_rk3gTUGqDWvhS28ceNPNIhsg2Ctjgn4rAf5sT3XSJatQw6_gIOFcbBEXZb1ze2xzY/s1600/hat+toss.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89KZqu1YbL_eTn9cH6_1bTA5hbuZ3Ks12mVp3IoG7HHt57Rt6SVpEynXyHWagPDeFHUkxQiYp7C_rk3gTUGqDWvhS28ceNPNIhsg2Ctjgn4rAf5sT3XSJatQw6_gIOFcbBEXZb1ze2xzY/s320/hat+toss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472657829517005794" border="0" /></a>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-1373156453933378722010-05-08T15:15:00.000-07:002010-05-08T15:17:34.580-07:00you're a time bomb, baby.. ?So, I haven't been on my Blogger in too long and I think it's only appropriate to start blogging again. Why not? It's a good outlet, isn't it? I like to blog, talk about my feelings and stuff. I just get frustrated when nobody listens, and that happens all the time - people just write their hearts out for everyone to see, but nobody cares. <br /><br />I feel like one of those people that nobody cares about. It's whatever though. :/<br /><br />I'm going to start doing stuff on here like I used to though, because I'm cool like that. <br />I wish I had more to say, but right now I don't.<br /><br />Photoshoot in forty-five minutes.sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-51876913340888647652009-11-21T08:33:00.000-08:002009-11-21T08:34:06.119-08:00<img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTg4MjA5NzQ4NzUmcHQ9MTI1ODgyMTIwMTYwNCZwPTQxODgxMyZkPTIwMzUxNSZnPTImbz*wNzQ2MjE5Y2E*ZDk*ODk2OTJiYWYxOWQxMzY4YjVhZSZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /><div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 425px;"><object id="A890625" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=k6G7eqnxtQNaU2yd&service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="319"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=k6G7eqnxtQNaU2yd&service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself"><param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowNetworking" value="all"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=k6G7eqnxtQNaU2yd&service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></object><div style="text-align: center; width: 435px; margin-top: 6px;">Send your own <a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/">ElfYourself</a> <a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards">eCards</a></div></div>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-56196167124898815472009-10-31T13:15:00.000-07:002009-10-31T13:21:22.895-07:00in your head, in your head.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqqEEahtaiG8pxwT-93QZzbhJlV3C0MpenWdiBqLBwJhoQwEKGPc-c4WqmOdqr9BDC1ZFNd1x3ie7htLsygjuL0oEdEdGAgC3tw0RUcG4eu4Wn6SZcsqJdIUeCcrgUduWhNgIhutz_-yy/s1600-h/zombie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqqEEahtaiG8pxwT-93QZzbhJlV3C0MpenWdiBqLBwJhoQwEKGPc-c4WqmOdqr9BDC1ZFNd1x3ie7htLsygjuL0oEdEdGAgC3tw0RUcG4eu4Wn6SZcsqJdIUeCcrgUduWhNgIhutz_-yy/s320/zombie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398860938484528738" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">zombie. zombie. zombie. zombie. zombie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9C7rrrsC8RhgmjXCsNXcETmOfw3wZjaH3Sy6ZVTyaAra4pmqvsdwg_ZyFXU3uv0aDaxa8VgnJl1VL0RFIG7MohWtHrsCnLBgvYDg6nJgXzHup_FOooOgZjiyiy7MiFXFyCkeSLTFz_IMu/s1600-h/bang+bang.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9C7rrrsC8RhgmjXCsNXcETmOfw3wZjaH3Sy6ZVTyaAra4pmqvsdwg_ZyFXU3uv0aDaxa8VgnJl1VL0RFIG7MohWtHrsCnLBgvYDg6nJgXzHup_FOooOgZjiyiy7MiFXFyCkeSLTFz_IMu/s320/bang+bang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398861566978104882" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">zombie. zombie. zombie. zombie. zombie.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmEYq9wiuMcKPu1tCjCaDIxaAOazZUj_lZEYpvs4o_45a09me0EWpWPVCI5kxeqs_TmIcI_NcNhTrLtEtWt9IgUWwE11Kqx8vhPdRxVR2gMzZQwSwboMPGtWDoiNUX08N1gAtX2_b42Ga/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmEYq9wiuMcKPu1tCjCaDIxaAOazZUj_lZEYpvs4o_45a09me0EWpWPVCI5kxeqs_TmIcI_NcNhTrLtEtWt9IgUWwE11Kqx8vhPdRxVR2gMzZQwSwboMPGtWDoiNUX08N1gAtX2_b42Ga/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398860584651882834" border="0" /></a>zombie. zombie. zombie. zombie. zombie.<br /><br /></div>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-83394068794498268382009-10-01T19:18:00.000-07:002009-10-01T19:27:44.948-07:00close my eyes.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBDCjm3GZZXEx4rzDEQrJ4QDePQcZ0TBAtAm8y5Qm6W0Oi87NhTyEpv8v5W-w-O0B_RvPgV2eaiNqKC9Sf572z9aXANFf3LBkT7h7D5cItmiIvWiJ8qn2J-7O8EPhZxj9ZVTN-yoS1_8d/s1600-h/my+very+own+postsecret.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBDCjm3GZZXEx4rzDEQrJ4QDePQcZ0TBAtAm8y5Qm6W0Oi87NhTyEpv8v5W-w-O0B_RvPgV2eaiNqKC9Sf572z9aXANFf3LBkT7h7D5cItmiIvWiJ8qn2J-7O8EPhZxj9ZVTN-yoS1_8d/s400/my+very+own+postsecret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387823355842000802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Lately I feel like I can't stand her anymore.<br />So much hatred wells up inside of me.<br />She's family, though. Are you to hate family?<br /><br />Maybe I'm right, or wrong, or just ignorant.<br />I know what I'm feeling though.<br /><br />and this is how I feel.<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">- Sarah</span></div>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-25303827178862880892009-09-05T10:06:00.000-07:002009-09-05T10:12:48.592-07:00murdered by a circus freak?During the summer, my biffle and I met this guy via MySpace. He seemed to be pretty cool and all that crap, and we started to talk on AIM and such. She talked to him far more than I did, but then I slowly began talking to him as well. The conversations escalated to the exchanged of cell phone numbers and we began texting. Stroder's really fun, and cool to talk to.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMnPnDeY_mNxn-1Pcftd9_aDc_y3KgFTbYE8MjPzNf-7-8FiXZbAkoP38cCFYr1cdKiDrZ4IDvi5QrlvTUYFcj3uNkqGXqOsEr4gZyHnXniThlSUazj83hMKXWpaITZ1EM0EJc0qH57Tm/s1600-h/22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 381px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMnPnDeY_mNxn-1Pcftd9_aDc_y3KgFTbYE8MjPzNf-7-8FiXZbAkoP38cCFYr1cdKiDrZ4IDvi5QrlvTUYFcj3uNkqGXqOsEr4gZyHnXniThlSUazj83hMKXWpaITZ1EM0EJc0qH57Tm/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378032273578522802" border="0" /></a>So, we decided to hang out. Last night we met at Las Margaritas (NOM!) and had dinner (except he didn't eat). After that we spent the remainder of the evening hopping from Hastings to Wal-Mart, and the like, and then we separated. It was honestly a lot more fun than it sounds. I'm always nervous about meeting people, so I'm glad it went over well.<br /><br />I don't really have a lot to say, I just wanted to update.<br />Uhm... Later. (:<br />(this update was pointless.)sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-84676070319483080182009-08-29T21:30:00.001-07:002009-08-29T21:39:28.351-07:00i find it kind of funny.Tonight I went to St. Louis. I saw Adam Lambert live.<br /><br />He did the pelvic thrust. A lot.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4AvW-i6Cr0&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4AvW-i6Cr0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />The end.<br />- Sarah.sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-43686306333836368972009-08-29T08:58:00.000-07:002009-08-29T09:39:34.192-07:00tonight's gonna be a good night... ?So, last night me and a few of my friends decided to go eat at our favorite Mexican restaurant where we also have some of our... favorite Mexicans. Jonathan and Sergio have been my friends for several months, and we always like going to visit them at work. However, due to the situation that happened last Friday, it was very awkward. Jonathan didn't hardly look at any of us, and wouldn't really talk to anybody, not even me, and we talk, in Spanish, all the time.<br /><br />I texted him, because I wanted to make sure he didn't hate me. His messages were all very abrupt, 'leave me alone' 'goodbye', and the like. There were even a few curse words wedged in there. After that, I found out that one of my friends screwed him last Friday. Oh, this just keeps getting better, right? Wrong. I tried to talk to him about it, and he denied it. <br /><br />It was weird for me, and now I hate that since this happened, he doesn't want to hang out with me or even see me, because the situation is strange. Last night, me and Tiffany rolled in at about midnight, and went to bed at like one. At two, I received a phone call. I went to look at my phone and it was from Jonathan. I ignored it. He called back. I ignored it, and then he called Tiffany.<br /><br />And after several, "No, Jonathan, I can't come to your house, its too late," and many, "You are my friend, Sorry, Jonathan. It's thirty-five minutes away. I'm in bed. I can't,"s, he finally gave in and hung up. Then he called me... again. I ignored it, twice, and then he sent me a blank text message. And this is how that part of the conversation went.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sarah</span>: DORMIENDO! (I'm sleeping!)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonathan</span>: Quiero sexo. (I want sex.)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sarah</span>: Se. En mi cama, y muy cansada, Jonathan. (I know, I'm in bed and very sleepy.)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonathan</span>: Quiero sexo. (I want sex.)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sarah</span>: No sexo este noche. Lo siento. Adios. (No sex tonight, sorry, goodbye.)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonathan</span>: Quero sexo con <span style="font-style: italic;">Friend #2</span>*. (I want to have sex with _______.)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sarah</span>: <span style="font-style: italic;">Friend #2</span> es no aqui. Adios. (_______ is not here, goodnight.)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonathan</span>: Quiero el numero de <span style="font-style: italic;">Friend #2</span>. (I want ______'s phone number.)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sarah</span>: No me importa. Buenos noches y adios. (I don't care, goodnight and goodbye.)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonathan</span>: Puja quiero cojer. ('I'm up', I wan't to f*ck.)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sarah</span>: No me importa. Basta. Adios. (I don't care. Enough! Goodnight.)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonathan</span>: Ok, bebe. (Okay, baby.)</blockquote><br /><br />And that was the conversation. I rolled over and passed out. When I woke up, me and Tiffany cuddled and talked about the ridiculousness of our drunken Mexican friends. There was more to the story about me and Sergio, but that can wait for another day.<br /><br />Later, everyone.<br /><br />(*I don't really wanna give away any names, not that he knows her name...)sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-56385531925322937182009-08-22T09:36:00.000-07:002009-08-22T11:19:07.205-07:00sing 'cause its obvious.I don't sing. I don't do many things. But there are many things that I do, and not all of them are good... as I have learned. Sometimes, I hate myself so much that I just curl up into a ball and cry. I can never talk to anyone about it, because its pathetic, right? I try not to have any pity for myself. And just when I think I'm stabilized, it happens again and I burst into tears. Jealousy, and loneliness fill me, almost always.<br /><br />I love my best friend. I know that I've probably ruined her life. I just wish that I could be a better person. I wish that I wasn't so sensitive. I wish that right now, as I write this, that I wasn't crying. Because that makes me who I am, and that part of who I am, I hate. It's the bad part of me, its the part that nobody wants to be around, the part that makes me have so few friends.I'm a bitch, I get it. I'm the weird kid, the one who listens to the bands that wear eyeliner, and who spends most of her time on the computer, designing stuff or talking to people that she's never met face-to-face, because other than her best friend, that's all she has.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IXjQm3nWZIYJ6FuWie4GfKUlJ5A85rNQ41goVpwIkmfKq-y0LePgc9l25PyTq4Gka36Qf3k8XgARRzYjcKnoQsj6N96ZtixMCgm0iHjVMP1CFDgxl_SyGrwonYENkOY3ha-Svd_kmQpZ/s1600-h/sky3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IXjQm3nWZIYJ6FuWie4GfKUlJ5A85rNQ41goVpwIkmfKq-y0LePgc9l25PyTq4Gka36Qf3k8XgARRzYjcKnoQsj6N96ZtixMCgm0iHjVMP1CFDgxl_SyGrwonYENkOY3ha-Svd_kmQpZ/s400/sky3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372849184559279410" border="0" /></a>I'm annoying and young, and maybe that's also a factor. I get it, now more than ever, that I'm just a 'baby'. I've heard the word 'baby' so many times in the past few months, that if I had a dollar, or maybe even a quarter for every time, I would be a rich girl. I hate being this 'baby' but I realize that I am kind of a baby, however that's not what they all mean by it.<br /><br />I like to take pictures, I love photography. I like to express my emotions through photography. The picture above, I was feeling similar to how I'm feeling right now, so it was kind of appropriate to post it... I guess<br />.There is so much self-hate going through my body right now. Why am I like this? I don't want to be like this. I want to be better for myself and for my friend(s). I know at some point, she will read this. And that's fine, because it's not entirely her fault that I'm upset. Just know this... I love you.<br /><br />That's it, because I don't want to say anything more.sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-68150449470144124572009-06-28T12:59:00.000-07:002009-06-28T13:09:12.277-07:00i think that maybe, quite possibly, i've fallen for you.Tiffany found this a few days ago, and then everyone else discovered it. It's pretty amazing and hilarious. I'm on Team Buffy all the way. Screw the Team Edward or Team Jacob shirts, how about Team Buffy for people who don't really even like the entire Twilight 'saga'?<br /><br />Anyway, here's the clip that she found. It's quite humorous. I enjoyed it very much in all of its six minute glory. Check it out and leave comments. (:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="243"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZwM3GvaTRM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZwM3GvaTRM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="243"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">That's it, everyone!<br />Peace out. <3 Sarah<br /></div></div>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-65892532881965319102009-06-08T07:58:00.000-07:002009-06-08T08:16:41.513-07:00viva la vie boheme!Last night I finally got to see RENT: THE BROADWAY TOUR with two of the original cast members, Mark (Anthony Rapp) and Roger (Adam Pascal). It was amazing, so amazing that I shed a few tears at the end because it was so amazing. I was so happy that I got to see the production with two of the original members, and two of the main members, since Mark and Roger are quite big roles, obviously, in RENT.<br /><br />La Vie Boheme is my favorite song from the musical, and it was worth the ticket price just to see them perform that song live. They definitely did not disappoint, and the Broadway performance is much more humorous than the movie is, but in different ways. Angel was fantastic, as was Collins. I can't think of one time where the cast disappointed me. It was so fantastic.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3KSZCKgIp0&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3KSZCKgIp0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Mimi did amazing at everything, and she made it funnier than it was, as well with her relationship with Roger. Above is a clip from one of her introduction songs. Below is a clip of my favorite song, La Vie Boheme.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8yEH2v2xPE&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8yEH2v2xPE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />I hope that someday you could see something as amazing as this. It's my second time at the Fabulous Fox Theatre in St. Louis, following Sweeney Todd which I saw in November. Even if you can't make it to the theatre to see it, at least check out the movie! <br /><br />That's all for now.<br />Later, guys.<br /><3 Sarahsarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-35813793836448578632009-05-29T17:11:00.000-07:002009-05-29T17:16:11.404-07:00a box of sharp objects.So, today my niece came over because my younger sister is watching her this evening, and somehow, we got on the subject of babies. My niece, a four year old, decided to enlighten me with how women get pregnant and how they get a baby from being pregnant. Here's what she said.<br /><br />"A birdy flies through the air and lands on a mommy, putting something in her mouth. It kind of looks like a cough drop. Anyways, the cough drop goes into her tummy and forms a baby, and after a while, the mommy has to go see the doctor and he cuts her belly open and there you have it, a baby."<br /><br />I laughed. A lot.<br />... a cough drop? WTF?<br /><br />Anyways, on a different note, I found something on Twitter today. It was aimed at "Bible Thumpers". And while I might be a Christian, I support Gay Marriage. This video was pretty amazing. I love it, and I give it five stars. Check it out below.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="258"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntC0PNHFRgU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntC0PNHFRgU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="258"></embed></object><br /></div><br />Have a safe weekend,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6NVmhl-jMwIriC-CFum1krc1x__vHXcYaQf02XHfbgWLJ22PoNLe7SCU4pF91enNbQZiErXCMwlCsdBAWLhintrb_akC9iipIOvxqdu7Fk3JrWZyMTalZ1c0kBDQU9qpZGMO0Bq8qxMH/s1600-h/signature.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 60px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6NVmhl-jMwIriC-CFum1krc1x__vHXcYaQf02XHfbgWLJ22PoNLe7SCU4pF91enNbQZiErXCMwlCsdBAWLhintrb_akC9iipIOvxqdu7Fk3JrWZyMTalZ1c0kBDQU9qpZGMO0Bq8qxMH/s400/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341403598287937362" border="0" /></a> everyone.sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-61176337284734979702009-05-24T16:27:00.000-07:002009-05-24T16:34:31.067-07:00the highlights of pointfest.Alright, since I have now experienced Pointfest, I guess that gives me the liability to talk about it, huh? So, Saturday morning, we headed out to Maryland Heights at about six in the morning, and arrived at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater at about 9:15 A.M. We instantly got in line, and left the sunscreen in the car. That part was a mistake, but oh well. I wasn't really that worried about it.<br /><br />After taking a seat on the comfortable hill, we enjoyed the weather for what seemed like only seconds. The sun erupted from the clouds and the breeze disappeared, leaving it hot and sweaty and gross. The venue began to fill up with people and by lunchtime it was buzzing with tons of people.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKbn_FfOCZLrsPVUC4PKy85NYlpb78Syq4G-fBD7Prl0YEnsR_jlVwz3bf0A77zN4XmBpbyBezgsmBqhp4XGRxBb8vZQz9v8VK-EnjWinmODiGwQcYKY886ITqx3x01CQ3i_KAdyDHZpp/s1600-h/HPIM1181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKbn_FfOCZLrsPVUC4PKy85NYlpb78Syq4G-fBD7Prl0YEnsR_jlVwz3bf0A77zN4XmBpbyBezgsmBqhp4XGRxBb8vZQz9v8VK-EnjWinmODiGwQcYKY886ITqx3x01CQ3i_KAdyDHZpp/s320/HPIM1181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339524080154174882" border="0" /></a>Tiffany and I grew thirsty, so we set off to find something to drink and found this little Tiki place that sold smoothies. We got a strawberry smoothie that cost an entire $9.00, too much for a smoothie. We found some shade in the intersection of a fence and a building that sold beer. We sat in the shade, enjoying it very much. While we sat there and enjoyed our smoothie, we began to people-watch. There were men in kilts, pregnant women, and tons of people with their shirts rolled up into their bras, which, my friends, is NOT, in fashion.<br /><br />This group of kids came by and asked to sit beside us. We let them. The boy who was there and named Zach, cracked a few jokes and asked everyone where they got their shirts at. A quote from the infamous person himself, "If I would have known that 'ho' was in style, I would've had my boobies hanging out when I arrived. Here, gotta do it so I can fit in." They were fun.<br /><br />They left to find food, and we were alone again. Just as we started people-watching again, this very.. very... amazingly hot person walked by in a vest and a long-sleeved shirt and dark jeans with laminants on his belt. Tiffany said, "That guy is so hot. He looks like Adam." And I confirmed, "It probably was Adam, because he had laminants on his belt-loop." Later that day, we realized it had been Adam and hated ourselves for not saying anything to him.<br /><br />After enjoying our shade, Chelsea came along and then we got up and set off to find something to drink for her, getting ourselves another smoothie. We walked around a little bit and took a seat on a different side of the hill because the main part was already packed. We laid there for a little while, and then got up to go get in the pit for Shiny Toy Guns. Turns out, it was too hot for my friends, so we left the pit, and went to get some lemonade. We weren't exactly up for any food because of the temperature. We found a spot to sit, and talked to these girls about One Tree Hill before we realized that they were allowing people to be seated at the main stage.<br /><br />So, we went to our seats and sat for a few hours before The Used began playing, and when they started... damn. I had fun. They were so good, and Jepha had to scream for Bert, because I guess Bert didn't want his voice to get all jacked up, or he just wasn't feeling up to it. We did the wave... backwards by request of the band, and it was a lot of fun.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9X3UPp9SrBE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9X3UPp9SrBE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />After that, we enjoyed the Sick Puppies and their sexual innuendos. They were quite funny and very adorable and Australian. "You remember those girls, the ones you just wanted to grab by the back of her dark hair, undo your belt and shove her against a car, and tell her to..." After that they broke into "Say My Name". It was quite amazing. They altered the sound and the lyrics... just a little.<br /><br />Then it was Taking Back Sunday. Oh. My. God. They were definitely the best performance of the day. When Adam told me to clap-- I clapped. He was acting as a colored woman from the South, and it made it quite funny. He did absolutely amazing and the song choices were great as well. He was very interactive with the crowd, and he made me feel right at home even though I was several seats away... not in the pit.<br /><br />"Oh shit! I'm on TV!" And then... "Sorry, guys, I've been cussing a lot. My momma raised me better that." "I like you guys, you are real cool. You have tattoos. I have tattoos, too. You ain't even listenin' to me!" "Some of you are probably saying, 'FAGGOT!' Well guess what, this 'faggot' has the microphoneeee." It was amazingly fun. And Adam is amazingly yummy.<br /><br />We darted after that. Got a couple free Monsters and a free CD on our way out and find the car after a long time, and then headed home. Woke up looking quite red, and Tiffany like a lobster. It was worth it. Can't wait to see Taking Back Sunday again... but in a pit. God, that sounds so fun.<br /><br />That's it, my hands hurt.<br />Later. <3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2seZt2-0o9nPYw4H1D_Vb7ZpCbZdFfXLD-dBmucaSm_99OQhVLxhJglNJnnyCCuverHbIAEInBxJsCPA5ThYVgg1TDAtkUMYqtK5wJzXMPMENNuujRYAefhHXwYnADDa-a9vPPJ-aGk9E/s1600-h/signature.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 60px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2seZt2-0o9nPYw4H1D_Vb7ZpCbZdFfXLD-dBmucaSm_99OQhVLxhJglNJnnyCCuverHbIAEInBxJsCPA5ThYVgg1TDAtkUMYqtK5wJzXMPMENNuujRYAefhHXwYnADDa-a9vPPJ-aGk9E/s400/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339537366455572018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div></div>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-24930343389528902052009-05-18T14:27:00.000-07:002009-05-18T14:48:47.174-07:00sick and tired.I'm so ready for school to be over that it pains me to get up and go every day. This week, I thought would be fine. I thought it would go by quickly, and that it would be all right because everyone would have loosened up and nobody will give me crap. Low and behold I was entirely incorrect. Like more than just entirely. I was in such a good mood all day. Honestly. A good mood. And then it was time for English. And, sure I may be a little on the inadequate side because I don't have my driver's license yet, but having one doesn't make you "cool". Seriously.<br /><br />This morning, my sister (who is younger and drives) and I stopped at the convenience store to get something to drink. I saw my English teacher, Mrs. Johnson, there. She said hello, and I didn't think much of it... until class. Here's how it went.<br /><br />"I saw that your sister chauffeurs you around now." - Mrs. Johnson.<br />"No, we just ride to school together." - Me.<br />"Yeah, but she drives." - Mrs. Johnson.<br />"And Sarah doesn't drive." - Student 1<br />"Why don't you drive? You're almost eighteen." - Student 2.<br />"Yeah, almost eighteen and doesn't have her license." - Student 3.<br />" You should really get your license." - Student 4.<br />"I wish you guys would stop making fun of me and be quiet, because you honestly don't know how much crap I get for not having my license yet. Seriously." - Me.<br />"I wasn't making fun of you." - Mrs. Johnson.<br />"I was!" - Student 2.<br />*students one through four continue to glare at me as I sit and tear up.*<br /><br />These are the people who make high school hateworthy. "Oh, 'its the best time of your life'." It sure as hell isn't the best time of my life. God, why cant I be older? And the thing is, that in my English class, there were four other students without their licenses, but they picked on who? --- me. And the teacher just egged it on.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XIimhDB1RHmUtZacYDC2EqAWu34VnmHUhl8rqfsFw_1k9tjzBhCwwCF1kO8Caaa_4XJ_pWewV8glacez7WcSGjo0Ha8AZn1mVwVLXw9QuREqYhBQbkgEUmUGFHYg9sI5vcivlA02hC5-/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080329_37.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XIimhDB1RHmUtZacYDC2EqAWu34VnmHUhl8rqfsFw_1k9tjzBhCwwCF1kO8Caaa_4XJ_pWewV8glacez7WcSGjo0Ha8AZn1mVwVLXw9QuREqYhBQbkgEUmUGFHYg9sI5vcivlA02hC5-/s320/Snapshot_20080329_37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337283609367167650" border="0" /></a>Not only was that terrible, but after I got home I discovered that my sister locked my cat in her bedroom, and what do you expect a cat to do when it has no litter box? She peed on her bed and crapped in her floor. I said it was her fault, and after about half an hour of yelling and arguing, I ended up cleaning it up, but definitely making sure to leave a little something behind... on her air vent.<br /><br />Right now I'm installing The Sims 3. I'm going to go relax. Stress isn't good on the pores.<br /><br />Later, everyone.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4ntnpMwcqDKLb-GqByWM0LMkCV16jL5eE61xGnc3WO_q9H_pd8N4I4aCKJ2wlab5-L0acLiiOfhTSkzgeBTnVtntGkIUFvcNOP9HDdDFlIXdxGwmqy8pYH41oq6j-dIPmfokmfOMNTdJ/s1600-h/signature.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 60px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4ntnpMwcqDKLb-GqByWM0LMkCV16jL5eE61xGnc3WO_q9H_pd8N4I4aCKJ2wlab5-L0acLiiOfhTSkzgeBTnVtntGkIUFvcNOP9HDdDFlIXdxGwmqy8pYH41oq6j-dIPmfokmfOMNTdJ/s400/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337282312802561634" border="0" /></a>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-53327182564392577762009-05-14T16:51:00.000-07:002009-05-14T18:15:20.902-07:00and not all memories are bad.As this year of high school comes to a close, I realize how close I am to graduating from high school altogether. And I still am excited even though it seems very strange that in a year from right now I will be independent and on my own. It's exciting, very, very exciting.<br /><br />Lately, I have also been thinking about my friends that are graduating. I don't have too many that are going out this year, just a handful or so, but still, those friends are very important to me, and they make me treasure my memories with them throughout the year. Like how Jared used to walk me to class after fifth period, or how Tyler always hugged me at the beginning of lunch, or even how Kegan always joked around with me in English. Those times were very memorable of my year this year in high school, and those three people will let me remember this year for a long time. Just because they were there.<br /><br />Of course I have several other friends (and even ones I don't go to school with), but these kids have made high school better. I'm one of those kids who hates going, but goes anyways just to get it over with, and while there, these boys have improved my mood. Of course there are a few girls in there who make things worthwhile, such as my friend Tiffany K. and Bethany. I've known Bethany my whole life, and Tiffany, while a new friend, is a good one. She's fun and I'm actually doing a shoot with her on Saturday morning for graduation pictures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijG1XK8F6cos2Jst24LV7wLilBYIVDXEGdqOtm6PQ7VClt2PR3wOWA06J1_nT7FGQHNz2JUsX4UazYSwDmhWOvC0FujuJVJe7vtRrKZiTmrce4JrtlQnECnSUBl4X0jUwlRgcCMqnZSc5y/s1600-h/fwiends.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijG1XK8F6cos2Jst24LV7wLilBYIVDXEGdqOtm6PQ7VClt2PR3wOWA06J1_nT7FGQHNz2JUsX4UazYSwDmhWOvC0FujuJVJe7vtRrKZiTmrce4JrtlQnECnSUBl4X0jUwlRgcCMqnZSc5y/s400/fwiends.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335845612675902370" border="0" /></a><br />They're going to be gone next year and I will be the superior of the school, and quite frankly, I'm ready for that. Everyday I wish that high school would be over with, I just don't want my future to fly by as quickly. I know that high school is 'preparing me' for whatever else happens to me later on, but it gets very tiring and very boring after a while.<br /><br />Nonetheless, this year at school was a fairly good one. My classes weren't as difficult as I expected them to be, and math was a good challenge, but I beat it and definitely passed. With that, I end this post by saying that it was worth it this year. I made more friends and grew so much closer to the others that I already had.<br /><br />I guess that's all.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQRntS60FMZuOXulvGJhH0uVa6ElOjFiKWdlPcK6K7hsKa2ouBNxtTH-7bFvHNgVG61xlw4Xe1WeY5Q_S-jXE2HIdApinmiC8f5GqDDupbTJdUNID5uBwN-52yO2ymG7ccCGXsXIiD88H/s1600-h/signature.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 60px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQRntS60FMZuOXulvGJhH0uVa6ElOjFiKWdlPcK6K7hsKa2ouBNxtTH-7bFvHNgVG61xlw4Xe1WeY5Q_S-jXE2HIdApinmiC8f5GqDDupbTJdUNID5uBwN-52yO2ymG7ccCGXsXIiD88H/s400/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335846648904309010" border="0" /></a>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-18330083946621606182009-05-12T16:15:00.000-07:002009-05-12T16:44:57.700-07:00pointfest twenty-four.Okay, this is the twenty-fourth Pointfest that will be held in Maryland Heights near St. Louis, Missouri on May 23rd. Needless to say that I am incredibly psyched! At first I wasn't so excited, but then I realized that Pointfest is all day long, and I want to see like five or six of the bands playing. Not to mention that the ones I don't want to see, that will be there, are pretty big bands right now, as well. Last year, around this time, I attended a My Chemical Romance show at The Pageant in a Jewish community of St. Louis. It was the most amazing show. Drive By was fantastic and Billy Talent was so awesome. They even yelled at the bunch for not picking up a girl that had fallen.<br /><br />On the 23rd, my friends Tiffany and Chelsea, and myself will get up rather early and head to St. Louis for an IHOP breakfast and then to the venue. We've got seats (thank god), but will probably be in the pit a lot... if we can. I just found out, though, that two bands that I want to see are playing on the main stage even though I was told they were going to be on the side stage. That's amazing, because that way I won't have to worry about missing one of them.<br /><br />The bands on the main stage are going to be: The Offspring, Blue October, The Used (<3), Ludo (<3), and Taking Back Sunday (<3). It's going to be fantastic. On the side stage there are a few bands, like The Sick Puppies, and Shiny Toy Guns that I want to see, but not the majority of them. Right now, though, I'm just dying to get to a show again. I can't wait to have that feeling of being... carefree? And seeing someone I adore and rocking out to their music. Like Gerard Way, I just wanna... rock.<br /><br />My summer is jam-packed with things to do. I'm going to Pointfest, then to see a broadway performance of RENT (featuring two cast members, Adam Pascal and Anthony Rapp, from the actual musical movie), and following that I'll be going to see Taking Back Sunday in Little Rock, AR. After those, I'm seeing Casting Crowns locally, and then Gogol Bordello in July with American Idols on Tour Live in August.<br /><br />Sounds pretty fly, right?<br />What are your summer plans?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDEtC4bk-yUqoOGpLw_09AFmpuBKqn1USu1QHl30iWEmGPIJqp5y2iTY6rmeDxNKpPABiKiMgWo4XE4JB0QMj8LSwBJXXBCdrIKxYNliWaDj4lBiqet_K0RBuhBni-D8qd4VnuuPGQpsOG/s1600-h/signature.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 60px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDEtC4bk-yUqoOGpLw_09AFmpuBKqn1USu1QHl30iWEmGPIJqp5y2iTY6rmeDxNKpPABiKiMgWo4XE4JB0QMj8LSwBJXXBCdrIKxYNliWaDj4lBiqet_K0RBuhBni-D8qd4VnuuPGQpsOG/s400/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335087451746844338" border="0" /></a>sarah patterson.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08106623925351483861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589400660220181423.post-21238752547848228632009-05-12T14:01:00.000-07:002009-05-12T16:45:25.795-07:00open up a little happiness today.<object width="425" height="344">Found this today. It's a few amazing boys and a couple others. 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