Moaning and Eye Contact

Okay so I'll admit this: I go to a psychiatrist. He is by far the weirdest person I have ever met and I known myself for 17 years. He gets really into my life, but not in the normal way someone in his profession does. I was talking to him about college and I told him some schools I got into. Every time I said a school, I swear he looked and sounded like he was about to orgasm from excitement. I appreciated it, but I could go without the moaning and eye contact. This is how our conversation went (his name will be changed because of the whole privacy thing and how I don't want anyone to harass him and scream "I READ A BLOG AND YOU WERE IN IT!" I'm assuming I'm THAT famous right now):
Dave: So what colleges did you get into?
Me: Umm... University of Arizona...
Dave: (quietly spasming)
Me: ...University of Kansas...
Dave: (begins to make orgasm noises)
Me: (gets nervous) University of Colorado...
Dave: (shakes a little bit and yelps softly)
Me: ...Colorado State
Dave: (moans a little louder)
Me: ....Northern Arizona University
Dave: (begins moan even louder and convulses like chills just went down his body)
Me: ...and I'm waiting on University of Oregon and a couple of other schools
Dave: (completely looses it and moans loudly and makes complete eye contact with me) OH MY GOSH THAT IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!!!!!!!! (subtly begins to calm down a bit and fixes his hair)
I really appreciated the enthusiasm he had, but needless to say, it did make me a tad uncomfortable with all of the eye contact.

Notebooks

When it comes to school, I feel like I can never have too many notebooks. By this, I mean I use up at least 1/4 of an entire notebook during my classes... and to be honest, most of the pages are filled with doodles. I tend to get really OCD sometimes about my lined papers. Like if one page even has a bit of pen that bled through from another one, I cannot use it. That page is tainted- it is just the devil. It's like the tainted holy water in church- it cannot be used and must be thrown out immediately before anyone gets possessed. I feel like colleges should start sending out notebooks instead of letters of acceptance or reject (rejectance? rejectederance). Can you imagine how weird it would be to take out a notebook to take notes during class and having the cover say "I WAS REJECTED FROM USC!" That would be a great way to get the point across to some people who are in denial. It might be awkward though when they sit next to someone else whose notebook says "I WAS ACCEPTED TO USC! I'M A TROJAN! WOOOOOO!" But I'm just saying, sending notebooks would be the most useful (I know this isn't a real word) rejectance for me. In fact, if I was rejected, I would probably be pretty okay with it because they sent me a pretty good notebook I can use to finish my many continuous games of hangman where for some reason, the answer is always that of a phallic symbol.

My Pet Peeves #2

Yes ladies and gentlemen it's that time of the month: it's time for (Cue the people screaming the title just like on a game show) "SARA'S PET PEEVES!" Someday, I'm going to include a sound effect that actually plays a theme song that I will create. Let's begin.
I genuinely despise when I'm walking (which yes, I do walk very fast naturally) and the people in front of me are walking slowly just enjoying their day. I realize that this might not sound that bad, but when I'm in school and I'm rushing to get to class, this is the very LAST thing I want to deal with. And of course,  I have a terrible habit of mimicking the person walking in front of me. I probably look really, really ridiculous but I'd rather mimick than scream loudly "OH I'M SORRY ARE YOU INCAPABLE OF WALKING THE NATURAL SPEED OF A HUMAN?!" Obviously, the language I'd use would be more colorful, but I'm trying to keep it damn PG here people.
My next pet peeve is when someone in my family, or even me ,asks if a certain meal is good, and I shit you without fail, the waitress/waiter always says "Yea, it's amazing/delicious/my favorite/so tasty/ amazballz/etc.!" There's no way that every single item on that menu is delicious. There's absolutely no way. I've only had one waiter actually tell the truth. I wanted to hug this man. My mom asked if a certain dish was good and he responded with "Honestly... it's not my favorite. I don't think it's very good." To this day, this is the most honest, best thing I've ever heard a waiter say.
I'm going to keep this short and sweet (not very sweet), so I'll just talk about one more thing I hate. When I'm in English class and we're reading a book, the teacher ALWAYS has to look SO much into the book. Just because the sky is described in the book, it doesn't mean that it represents allusions to the bible. I'm pretty sure that the teacher thinks more into the book than the author did. Maybe the author said that the sky was blue because a grey sky would be depressing and a cloudy sky would mean rain? My teacher once thought so much into a book, that she somehow managed to convince us all that a tree really represented the Crucifixion of Jesus and that the branches represented the cross that Jesus was put on.
So I'm going to finish my rant now because "How I Met Your Mother" is on and I cannot miss it.

Deep Thoughts

So, I'm watching "Saturday Night Live" with Kerrie Washington hosting right now. In one of the sketches, the three black characters were all talking about white people and how their lives are so different. One of the things that was said was that when a white person hears that their hotel room isn't ready yet, they act like there was a death in the family. I can honestly say that this accusation is true. The mere thought of it makes me cringe. I despise when I go to a hotel that knows that you're checking in at a certain time and the room isn't even ready yet. It's like a big slap in the face from the hotel. Oh, you want to go to your room right when you get to your hotel to start your vacation? Think again! I know it may seem like I'm overreacting, but this is one of those pet peeves that I have. I also hate when my teacher calls on me when I don't know an answer. I think everyone can relate to that. They call on me when I don't know the answer, but somehow always ignore me when I raise my hand. "Sara, what's the answer?" Oh I don't know! Maybe if you would have called on me 20 seconds ago, I wouldn't look so stupid! You know what I do love? "Toddlers and Tiaras". It's a guilty pleasure (just like googling the Kardashians every day... which one of these days I WILL create an entire post based on them). It's so weird to me some of the things that these pageant moms say. One of them openly said to the camera (her daughter is 4 years old) "Mackenzie is my best friend. We love being with each other!" Oh and right after she said that, her daughter yelled at her to get away from her. Most ironically pleasant show ever. I could go on for hours about that show. But, instead, enjoy one of my favorite quote pictures from it.

Sky Mall

Sky Mall magazine might be one of the most entertaining magazines around. My love for Sky Mall can be compared to that one guy who actually reads Playboy for the articles: Just weird. Most of the inventions are things that one wouldn't even think about needing. Like, I don't play baseball, but do I suddenly need a baseball mitt with a cup holder attached to it? Of course I do. Sky Mall has those items that you'd see in Bed, Bath and Beyond and you'd think to yourself "Why would anyone actually want any of this?" As I'm flipping through the magazine right now, I'm seeing so many items that have nothing to do with me that I have a sudden need for and that I can't imagine life without. Life without that giant map of the United States suddenly seems awful. I don't even smoke cigars, and yet, that smoking jacket looks very stylish. Then, those thoughts start flowing through my head: I don't smoke... but I could wear it on so many occasions! Like when I wake up or eat dessert!" And of course, I start to convince myself the many scenarios when a smoking jacket would be needed, like on Halloween to be Hugh Hefner. And on top of all of these life-changing products, their descriptions ALWAYS get me. "Do you ever have headaches?" Yes! Of course I do! "Are you tired whenever you run?" It's like this product was made for me! "Isn't cleaning up a litter box the worst?" I don't even own a cat, but I could imagine that it is! Tell me more! I actually fell in love with this one product that is especially made to help people with migraines. Have I ever had a migraine? No, but this product revolutionizes the migraine-having world! To be honest, the only product I think is actually useful is the voice-activated R2D2.

Sara's Movie Reviews

Okay, so in the past couple of days, I have watched a few movies. I have watched all three "Harold and Kumar" movies and "I Know Who Killed Me". Honestly, I love those stoner movies. They make no sense, but they are absolutely so entertaining to watch. Oh, and not to mention they're hilarious. Even after a while of watching them, I began to take on the mannerisms of someone who was high. My mom even asked me what I ate for dinner and I giggled "I don't know..."I would however, love to give you my review on "I Know Who Killed Me". For those of you who don't know this cinematic masterpiece (I say this sarcastically... you'll know why in a moment), it's basically a thriller where Lindsay Lohan gets abducted and gets some of her limbs cut off. She is found and in the hospital, she claims to be a girl named Dakota Moss (Silly Lindsay). Here are some spoilers! Dakota is actually a twin who can feel all of Lindsay's pain (which is how she ends up in the hospital) and Lindsay is actually dead? Dying? No one really knows because she is alive at the end looking up at the stars with Dakota. My initial reaction after completing this movie was the following: Wha.....I just.....What the....but I don't understand....twins?.....feeling pain....I don't get it....HOW?!"
Basically, to me, this movie is like a demented sequel to the best movie ever, "The Parent Trap". This movie is that one movie where I can watch it 10000 times and still not understand a single scene. Not to mention that the movie was dark like 90% of the time, so for all I know, I was watching "The Parent Trap". Now that I think about it, I really want to watch that movie again. For years, I thought Lindsay Lohan had a twin. Lindsay has made a movie featuring her "twin" in the thriller and comedy genres. I think she should make her twin appear in even more genres. How about a sci-fi one where she has a twin from another galaxy who looks exactly like her and they were separated at birth and they try to get their human/alien parents back together? Or a drama where her grandmother reveals that she has a twin living in Australia and she has to find her so they can get their parents back together for the grandmother and tears are shed? Oh, or even an adventure film where she finds her long lost twin and they go on a hunt for treasure together, and that treasure brings their parents back together.
Main point, I really want to watch "Parent Trap" right now.

iPhones, Tweets, and Rude People

Hey all. I haven't been able to post much because of school starting and stuff. I recently went to oregon to go drop my brother off at college. It poured like there was no tomorrow. I'm pretty sure the entire state of Oregon should be flooded by now. Anyways, I have been watching this absolutely hilarious show on youtube called "The Most Popular Girls in School". I highly suggest it. It's amazing. Here is the link to the first episode http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-STtD96doeo
I also recently (by recently I mean 2 hours ago) cracked my iphone screen. I asked my mom to pick me up a bumper case from the Apple store today. She got it and before she could give it to me, I accidentally dropped my screen STRAIGHT ON THE DAMN GROUND. I can still use it and stuff, but every time I text, I can feel tiny shards of glass working their way deeply into my fingers. Those little shits. The more I think about it, the more I realize that Apple probably makes all of their money off of new iPhones because their's shattered. In fact, after I shattered my phone, I tweeted "Just cracked my iPhone screen... Didn't see that one coming." I haven't gotten any favorites or retweets yet.... I swear if I could retweet myself, I could. The only tweet I've gotten favorited lately is when I wrote how a boy called me unattractive... He compared my looks to the Lakers basketball team. He later told me that they sucked this year.

A Duck with False Confidence

Sometimes, I feel like when I write a post, no one really means it. For instance, I'm not sure if an actual person pressed that "1+" button to say they liked my post or I accidentally pressed it, giving myself a false sense of confidence. I really like to think someone out there is reading my stuff and thinking "Golly! I enjoy this satirical style of life!" I mean, I don't have any followers yet... but you know what they say : "You're never alone without followers on a blogging site as long as you're with God" Well, anyways, I'm going to keep this short since I don't feel like typing and I'm not feeling too witty right now. Here's a picture of a duck without a beak.

Rejection

If anyone knows rejection pretty well, it's me. I've been rejected for multiple plays. Now, ladies and gentlemen, I've been rejected from my school's comedy sports team not one, not two, not three, but four times. Yep. Every year in high school. I'm a senior now, so you'd think that I might get a chance doing something, but I don't. Did I cry over this? Yes. Am I going to let this affect my school year? Hopefully not. I realize that this post might not be very entertaining, but I need to vent. Who better to vent to than a bunch of strangers? I could really go for some bacon right now.

Food and Other Shenanigans

You know what I miss a lot about being a young child? Being able to eat whatever I wanted without gaining an ounce. Nowadays, if I eat a cookie, 5 pounds goes straight to my ass, and not in a good way. Little kids are so lucky in that sense. Even if they're bigger, when they grow up, they thin out. And the best is my doctor says some of me is just "baby fat". Baby fat? Seriously? When I finally get out of the "baby fat" stage, I better look like Heidi Klum. Everyone at my school is so tall and thin with small boobs. And then you see me. 4'10, not the thinnest, and with boobs. Sometimes I ever trick myself into thinking that I'm on the show "Punk'd" (even though it ended) and I look for a camera and softly murmur to myself "Oh you, Ashton and your silly little pranks." People are always telling me that looking different is a good thing... but the truth is, no one really wants to be different in high school. Let's be honest. Yes, once you get into the real world, being different is awesome. Hell, let your freak flag fly. However, I'd compare high school to prison in some ways. For instance, you cannot leave when you want to. There's a reason that everyone in prisons have the same uniform: To blend in- INDIVIDUALS WILL BE SHOT. Take note of this. I mean, of course, in prison, you won't be shunned. But, you will be taken in as someone's prison bitch. Anyways, sometimes I try to stare at pictures of food and pretend I'm eating them. This does not work, however, because usually I end up biting my tongue. I mean seriously... HOW DELICIOUS DOES THIS LOOK? I NEED THIS RECIPE.  LIKE YESTERDAY.

Only in New York

Okay so I hate to be very general here, but New Yorkers are just so mean. I walked into one on a crosswalk (which by the way I am not surprised that people get hit by cars all the time considering no one obeys the traffic laws) and I swear she made a disgusted noise and pulled out her gun. She didn't really take a gun, but I bet she would have... If she had one. I did see the play "Book of Mormon", which rocked. My favorite song saying the words fuck you God in an African language. Raunchiest play I've ever seen, yet my absolute favorite. Highly recommend this hilariously inappropriate play. I went to the famous "Sarabeth" restaurent and let me tell you that they do not card. I ordered a mimosa and I look like I'm 12. It was pretty cool... Until I realized that I don't like mimosas. Staying in a hotel room with my 19 year old brother and my 21 year old sister is not a walk in the park (which in New York within the past year has risen 27%... So watch out). I have to share a bed the size of a newborn baby with my sister. I've woken up in the middle of the night from her kicking me because I rolled over on top of her. I really do enjoy New York, but that damn subway makes me want to cry. It's too crowded and hot. It's tough when you're sitting there, all comfortably, and an old woman walks onto the subway and you have that internal argument on whether to give it up. On a positive note, here's a picture of my mimosa.

Predictability Featuring Paris Hilton

Some movies are so utterly predictable. But, I think that's why we love them. It's always good to know that a romantic comedy always ends with the guy getting the girl. It's comforting. However, when it comes to a genre like a thriller/scary movie, it becomes very annoying and redundant. For instance, the basement of a house is pitch black with a huge staircase and the lights don't work. What's the only logical thing to do in this scenario? Walk down those stairs with no protection or anything. Oh, and because this is a horror movie, don't call the cops. For instance, the movie "House of Wax" has like 5 or 6 (I don't really remember how many characters were in this group... I only remember Paris Hilton) young adults who drive into a town needing help with their car. Of course, they come here because a creepy, older gentleman tells them he can help them with their car. I mean, who wouldn't trust a man like that who happens to be wandering near the forrest where they are all at. And, being the pretty, blonde girl in the group, Paris has to die in it. Big shocker there- Did not see that one coming. Probably one of the only thriller movies I have seen that is so unpredictable that I need to rethink life is Paranormal Activity. Just the thought of it is making me turn around right now as I type this and see if there's an paranormal activity going on. Much like Paris Hilton's music career, "House of Wax" had a predictable ending. So NOT hot.

Prom!

Call me a negative person, but going back to my school to register for senior year makes me so excited to graduate and never see these people again. I was actually excited to go to see everyone at registration, but the minute that I stood in that horrific 30 minute line, I remembered why I was so happy that school ended for the summer. I did make small talk to people...and just like any typical movie about a girl in high school, there's always that one guy that you will just never get over. However, unlike the movies or sitcoms, we'll never be anything because we're in different groups. Which brings me to another thought: I'm sorry, but in reality I don't think that the popular boy would ever go for the lesser girl... I also don't actually think that football players make bets about transforming the nerdy girl into a hot one (To NBC: This could be a reality show called "Betting On The Girl" and the winner gets like one million dollars... but back to my point). Would I absolutely love it if this one particular guy asked me to prom? Words cannot describe how badly I would loose my voice from screaming yes so much. But, unfortunately, that's not reality. So on the topic of school dances, here's a little story. Last year, I was feeling super confident. I kept saying to myself "You know what, Sara?! This is your year. You'll get asked to homecoming easily!" I got a note during class saying to come to the office. Of course, I kept thinking that there was no other reason for me to need to go to the office than getting asked to homecoming. I was prepping myself on the way to the office (choosing my facial expressions, how I'd say yes...etc.). I finally got to the office and sat down. I had mentally prepared myself and honestly, I thought I was going to get asked because I've seen weirder askings happen. I finally got called in and my guidance counselor looks at me and says "We have a problem with your classes for next year, but I'll fix it right now"... Disappointment at its best, ladies and gents.

College Essays

How can someone possibly write an essay to apply to college without sounding extremely cheesy? For instance, a prompt for a college says to write about an experience that changed your life. Well, first of all, I'm only 17...so not much has changed my life so far. What do they want me to write about? Going to my first rated "R" movie in theaters? Or getting my wisdom teeth out? I don't really understand what colleges deem as "life-changing" for a 17 year-old. Do they want me to write about the time that I babysat and it was "extremely rewarding because of the experience of responsibility I gained"? I put that in italicized quotes because I was saying it in a goody-two-shoes voice. Basically, when writing an essay, you can go two main routes: A.) Talk about how a certain thing taught you about life/yourself; or B.) Try to make them feel bad for you by talking about a hard time in your life. For the second one, I am writing about how I could never make any school plays that I've tried out for. In reality, I'm 95% sure that the board of admissions for a college never actually thoroughly reads through these essays that we spent weeks or even months writing. I wish I could be like Ron Swanson in the way of writing essays because if I was I would just write the following (read in Ron Swanson voice):
My name is Sara. I am a strong candidate for your school because I am hard-working, a good eater, and a good person. Please consider this when making a decision to let me in.

The Great Gatsby

I love "The Great Gatsby" so much. Whether it be the book or the movie, I really enjoy it. In the movie, Seeing the tension in the room when Daisy tells Gatsby "You always look so cool" is just one of those "Ahhh shit" moments. Speaking of which, there are so many of those moments when you just want to scream at what is happening during that scene. If anyone deserves a good punch to the neck, it's probably Daisy. Definitely an A+ in my book. Oh and please just give Leonardo DiCaprio his academy award already.

America's Next Top Model

I think one of the only reasons that the Style Network channel is still on TV is because of the "America's Next Top Model" rerun marathons. Honestly, I could re-watch those episodes 1000 times and still be surprised by who ends up being the winner. I realize that Tyra Banks is the host of the show, but she seems a bit self centered. For instance, when she was being the photographer for the girls during a photoshoot, I swear all she did was mention how she was the photographer and how she would pose for the shoot. It was like "Oh! That's a great pose! I would do it the other way though... And I'm the photographer for you! YOU'RE WELCOME!" I just can't help but want one of the models to ask if Tyra ever modeled before. Tyra would probably loose her shit. In the newest season, they have guys vs. girls now. I must admit, I am enjoying it. I'm pretty positive that about 65% of the guys are gay, but I still love it. The thing that does bother me about this show sometimes is that everybody's back stories are always so depressing. It's like one person will say "My mom left when I was younger and I lived only with my dad" and then the next will have to one-up that person by saying "I've been homeless since I was 10." These contestants make it so hard not to like them because you'll end up feeling like an asshole for liking the girl/guy who was raised by their grandmother over the girl/guy who is homeless. I, of course, have picked my favorite. His name is Phil and he's probably the coolest guy I've ever seen. Rocking the beard, if I do say so myself. You go, Phil Sullivan. Of course, all of the judges think he's a weird guy because of his clothes...beard...behavior...have I mentioned his awesome beard yet?

Eye Contact

I don't fit in at baseball games. The more I go, the more I begin to wonder why I'm there. I love going and watching, but I just get bored way too easily. I also hate loud noises and crowds. I'm pretty sure if I was put on the big screen like all of the other fans, I'd be that one person not paying attention while asleep or on their phone. I'm still a bit scarred from when I was 12 years old and ran up to get a ball from a player and he made eye contact with me and then threw it to a 7 year old. I'm sorry, you made eye contact with me, not that 7 year old jerk. Ever since, I've had trouble trusting baseball players... I mean I just saw someone get hit with a bat in the crowd. I've learned that if I ever date a baseball player and we break up, he will most likely throw a bat at my head. However what I do thoroughly enjoy is looking at strangers and seeing how they act and look. I just saw a legitimate southern bell posing in from of her much-older (Husband? Boyfriend? Lover? Sugar daddy?). I think my true passion in life is taking pictures of me with one of these people without them knowing. Enjoy this picture of me waving to someone, but it looks like I'm trying to touch the woman's hair in front of me.

Impressions

Making a good impression is always a good thing to do when meeting someone new (obviously). From my many, many (embarrassing) years of watching "The Bachelor", I have learned that if you don't make the right impression, then it could be disasterous. For instance, a girl once completely got wasted and gave the bachelor a lap dance. She was sent home that night. Now, here are a few of my tips on good impressions: 1.) Eye Contact- too much eye contact comes off as you're trying to sexually seduce them using your intense starring; 2.) If handshaking is involved, a nice, firm handshake is in order- By this, I mean you want to establish you're the alpha-male so that the other lions will back off and let you be with your dead antelope carcass; 3.) If going on a date, try to avoid alcohol- Alcohol usually can make one spill their secrets if the right questions are asked with the right amount of the toxic drink (I mean, you don't want to tell them about that time you were babysitting a little boy and accidentally smacked his head on a shelf and didn't tell anyone, do you? (for the record, he was all good)); And 4.) Figure out whether the person wants a handshake or a hug- You don't want to go in for a hug and be rejected with a cold handshake do you? And also on this note, if you are hugging, trying to avoid the awkward, long hug because it's uncomfortable for the both of you and you know it. And again, to leave on a positive note, here is a picture of me doing my best Robert De Niro impression while on a ride at disneyland.

Audition, Shmaudition.

I've always been a huge fan of the arts, so when time came for the next school play for me to not make, I decided "What the hell! I'll try out!". The head of the Drama Department (who I shall refer to as Mr. Blunt) always told me how I should try out for the school plays. He is also the casting director, so he sees everyone trying out. After every play had been cast, he'd always ask me "Why didn't you try out, Sara?"... I had tried out...I'd tried out for over 6 of your plays, you old bird. So, by my 7th rejection from a school play, which had cast over 40 people might I'd add, I decided to talk to him. I mean, I was a JUNIOR for crying out loud. I should be getting a role by now. I needed help, so I asked my mom to email him. I know I'm no Dame Judy Dench at acting, but I think I'm at least a Kate Hudson. My mom and I emailed him asking what I could maybe try to do better next time to ensure a role in the next play. I shit you not when I tell you what his response was. He said that he was sorry, but FRESHMEN don't usually get parts, but I should continue to try out. All that I could manage to think was, "Are you LITERALLY kidding me!?" I wanted to go to his house and burn it down to the ground, but I did not. That is against my moral code the law.

I'm Kind of a Big Deal

As said in the title, at school, I am kind of a big deal. I tend to think of myself as a pretty popular person who everyone loves...by everyone I mean older people, student body, and little kids. I am the school mascot. I like to think of myself as a mini-celebrity to those who either A.) have never been to a high school; B.) Eat dinner around 3:30 in the afternoon; C.) those people who have actually seen the movie "Midgets vs. Mascots" (look it up...it's pretty scary); and D.) my parents. Just like in any lifetime original movie about a high school, people do like to mess with me as the mascot. When I first got this "exclusive" (there weren't even any try-outs...) position, I wanted to keep up my image. By image, I mean the person in the background who did not mean much to the school and never made anything I tried out for. I was hoping that by keeping that massive, hot mascot head on, I could be someone different and still get some respect. Of course, the illusion was completely shattered when at a school rally I tried to "Gangman Style"... my head came off and I was revealed to the world. Just like any rumor, the PTSD I thought I had caused my fellow peers had gone away within a few days. So, I mean, thank god my bright and shiny reputation wasn't tarnished one bit. If it was, my life would just be ruined. A reputation is all a girl has, you know. Enjoy this picture of me sitting helplessly, waiting for someone to open up a classroom so I change out of that massive costume.

A Rant About Myself

My name is Sara. I love soccer and comedy. During my free time, I mostly tend to go on Netflix and watch bad movies, "The Office", and very old "Saturday Night Live" episodes. I would love to be a comedy writer when I get older because I believe that laughter is the only thing that makes me feel happy when I am on the contraire (I like to use French sometimes as I have completed French III recently). I tend to be more different than a lot of other people in the way that I do things. When everybody else is tired or bored, I'm usually the one person who is energized (I have been asked multiple times if I do drugs because of my energy (especially cocaine)) and just having fun on my own. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but in my case, this picture is a pretty good summary of who I am in life (I have taken the liberty of blurring out all faces except for mine to keep the privacy of others...I have even blurred the people in the back that I don't know just to keep people from running up to them screaming "I saw you on that blog!!").