Sarah's Life

I was thinking today about the small accidents I have had throught out the years. Somehow these so called "small accidents" have usually put me or my car in the emergency room. When I was seven I was riding my bike bare foot, and I had gotten my foot lodged in the spoks of my bike and it ripped the palm of my of my right foot off (lots of blood yuck) all the skin was just hanging there. When I was sixteen and just got my licenes I was pulling out my dads 4- runner and sinces I was taught to pull out at an angle I did just that, and i side swiped someones week old van. When I was seventeen I was backing my dads still sad from the first mishap 4-runner out of our drive way and backed into the side of the house. When I was eighteen I was jumping to my friends trampoline late one night, and I had the radio up loud. I was by my self and I apparently woke the neighboor up and they came out and yelled over the fence, scared the living shit out of me. I jumped up in to the air and instead of coming back down and then getting off I decided like a man to take a short cut, and just land on the concrete. Like a cat I landed on ym feet. Broke a few things in my once again right foot and had to use crutches for two weeks and then a removable cast for a month. When I was nineteen I was walking through a parking lot and I was looking down focusing on my self-phone (what a surprise) well this enabled me to see the ladder sticking out the back of a truck, and oh yes, I broke my sweet nose. I broke the bridge on it. the really sad part was that for two days didn't know I had I a broken nose and was driving around with a concusion. There was no swelling, or black eyes so I didn't think much about it. Well recently I was at work and i was putting something away and helping one of my customers, I bent down and bumped my head on the corner of a glass shelf. Ooch! ya well the loving and with all good intentions customer asked if it hurt as a knot formed and was turning violet and red, if she could pray for me, I of course did not decline, (thinking she was going to go home and knel next to the bed with her precious moment hand and talk to God for me) WRONG. She put her hand on my head and out loud said a 3 min ( i kid you not) prayer to Jesus. A little weird I think So! Well That is what I was thinking about today. So watch out i am an accident waiting to happen. These of which still do not compare to the devious things I use to put ym mother through when I was only a child. But thats another day!

Today is my first day of writing my blog. I was actually introduced to this by my manager. He is a really great guy, he always something to say, whether it be a story or a funny joke that my shelter life has not promitted me to understand. But I is ok! Well, since my day was pretty boring I would think I am going to write about me. Introducing myself to myself. My name is sarah and I am a self-conscience 19, ready to be 30, not wanting to act older then 18. I live a very sheltered boring life. My days consist of working and going to school. I want to become a chef, but am scared I will cook all my life and never be able to hear someone say one day "you have to try sarah's (Blank) it is so good" but we are all scared of something! Right? Anywho I am trying to move out of my parents home in a year. This might I add is like a huge disgrace and will be taken in offense to my family and culture. This I think is why my father insists on my going to the root of my culture this summer. He will sit me infront of my heritage, and family and tell me how this will never happen and then knock some sense into me (literally), or try to get me engaged (hopefully the first one). I wonder why girls are the way they are. They go out infront of the world and start off sweet, then they grow a chip (not a chip really a chunk) on there shoulder and then they apologize and become friends. Really what is that about. There is this girl I know and because she decide to date someone I previously dated,( let me add I really know zip about this chic) I began to, I am sad to say hate her. This by the way is not me at all, and I was rude and hatefull and just a plain bitch to her. Now I really have nothing against her and I act like this, damn what was I thinking. Then I pull my head out of my ass and apologize, and get this she accepts my apology.( don't get me wrong I am very thank full she did. I am never to proud to admit when I am wrong and I will always apologize) Why? Why would she do that? she quotes " we are girls, I completly understand" and now we talk and are becoming friends. Guys think they don't understand, well shit how can they when we oursleves don't understand. All girls out there say they don't have many girlfriends because all girls are bitchs and they are just out to be shaddy. Is this a true statement, YES it is but then how do we all have girlfriends? And If we think this way why then dont we get along and stop always thinking how we can take that boy from the other girl. Are we all insecure heartless animals? Hmmm... I wonder which is sadder, that there is an undeclared war going on with tons of people dieing on both sides or the fact that it is on every channel, very radio, every newspaper, and anywhere you go everyone is chatting about it, and I still know jack about what is going on. I get depressed really easily and it usually takes me a week to get out of that mode, and so I isolate myself from other sad lives and situations in this world. This in my eyes is selfishness. Oh well this is what I am thinking to day. Now I am going to go upstairs take a long shower and then fall deeply in a sleep that will only feel like 15 minutes when in reality is 6 hours, because I have to work in the morning. So Good night to all you cyber readers! Sweet Dreams