12:30, yes, that's right!

Wait, what was the question?

Oh yeah, "Sarah - what time did you get up today?"

What a great answer. I didn't think I had it in me anymore, but apparently I do.

So this week is my "stay-cation"!!! WHOO HOO!!! Today I'm going to sleep late (check), eat a huge breakfast (check), write on my blog (check), clean my room (no check yet), blah blah blah... Basically whatever I want. :)

Man, I need to start taking pictures too, Em. It is more fun if there's pictures! So until then, I'm no fun.

OOOOOOOOOOH and guess what?!?! JASON'S HOME!!!!!!!! Finally. Gah. He should know better than to be gone for seven days. Seriously. But we had SOOO much fun yesterday. I love hanging out with him. He's pretty much the bomb. And he took some AMAZING pictures. I'll steal them from him and post them soon.

Okay well that's all for now. Because if you didn't realize, I have a lot of nothing to do and not a lot of time to do it in.

On-the-Go Playlist

So since I got my new iPod Touch - whoop whoop!! - I've been downloading like mad.

Here's a selection of my On-the-Go right now:

Hero/Herione - Boys Like Girls
No Air - Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown
Play My Music - Jonas Bros.
Our Time Now - Plain White T's

No One - Alicia Keys

This is Me - Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas
I'm Only Me When I'm With You - Taylor Swift

Five Minutes to Midnight - Boys Like Girls

Gotta Find You - Joe Jonas
Check Yes Juliet - We the Kings

If I Ain't Got You - Alicia Keys

That's Just the Way We Roll - Jonas Bros.
Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis

Alright homies. That's all for now. Download some of them, they ROCK. (And they're fun to sing loud in the car - a definite prerequisite for me!)

jealous much?

This is what Jason gets to see while he's in Canada.

Me = jealous.

'Cause We Rock

Those who know me may know that last summer I was slightly obsessed with HSM, to the point that we (CVP leadership girls + the Todd) stood in the office watching the scene with the song "We're All in This Together" so many times that we learned each and every dance move. (I WISH I had pictures to show you or a video or something, but somehow we never got taped doing it.) Anyway, it was AWESOME and we performed it during Friday Night Live several times.

Well, since that time, there has been a High School Musical 2 (which for WHATEVER reason, I still haven't seen...) and now Camp Rock. It came out last Friday (right after my surgery) and apparently I watched it but don't remember ANY of it. Well, so I thought. I decided to watch it last night and I knew all the songs. Like ALL of them. How does that happen? I mean, I know I was conscious when I "watched" it the first time, but I was so out of it that I didn't remember the plot line, but somehow I know the choruses to all the songs?

Let me back up by saying that I was the little girl that would sit with my dad and listen to whatever music he was listening to and by the time the chorus came around the second time, I was singing along. It was almost a party trick. Well, whatever gene that is, I guess still have it.

Camp Rock is another cheesy, made-for-tv, Disney movie, but I'm kind of a cheesy, made-for-tv, Disney girl. I dreamed last night that I was about 5 years younger... okay maybe like 8 years younger, and I got to be in a Disney movie. Ahhh. What a dream. To sing and do choreographed dances as a JOB for the rest of my life - sign me up NOW.

But alas, a cube awaits me. Oh, it's gonna be a cute cube, all decorated up and stuff, but it'll still be a cube. Until that day when Disney realizes my talent and what they've been missing, I'll be right here. Waiting.

:-D

Yawning. It's just one of those things.

There are things in life that you don't realize you need to do until you really can't do them. Yawning is one of these things. I, personally, yawn quite frequently depending on the time of the day - usually several times in the earlier morning and many after lunch. Well, yawning with 4 (make that 3) stitches in your mouth, is really no fun at all.

Another one of these things you don't realize you need to do until you really can't do it is brush your tongue. You know? When you're brushing your teeth and you go to make that final swoop before rinsing off all the toothpaste and hopping along your merry way - you brush your tongue! Well, my friends, not me. No, my mouth will not open wider than this. (Okay, well just picture me going like "ahhhh" and you'll get it.)

Oh HERE's another example. So I had to get a drug test for my new job (I passed, don't worry.) and I did it last Thursday before my surgery. Well apparently they forgot to test one of the things they were supposed to test for, so I had to go back today and do it again. You know the routine - pee in a cup, don't flush or turn the water on or put some sort of special powder in your pee to make all the drug traces go away - you know, the usual. Well back in December I did this drug test and I could NOT go to the bathroom. I mean, like it took me 45 minutes or more and like 8 glasses of water. Wow. How embarassing. So last week I drank a whole bottle of water on my way so that I would be ready. Lucky for me it all worked out fine. Well, so when I had to go back today, I woke up and REEEEALLY had to go, but I couldn't because I knew I needed to "save up", if you will, for the test. So hello - how much MORE did I have to pee since I knew I couldn't?? It was rough. AND I had to stop and get gas. AND when I got there I had to wait like 20 minutes.

Whew. What a day. (Man, I am so gross.) :)

Not So Wise...

I had the oh so fun experience of getting my wisdom teeth out on Friday. Though I don't remember much of it, thank goodness, I'm still in pain. Boooo. And I look like a chipmunk, of course. (No, don't even ask, I'm not posting pictures.)

Apparently you say and do some goofy things when you're on drugs. I am so bummed that the love of my life is out of the country for a week and I have NO idea if I told him bye or not, because I can't remember hardly anything from the past 4 days. He came over after work Friday and I have no idea what he did, because I'm pretty sure I just sat there with a glazed over look. Then on Saturday he came to surprise me and (according to the story I heard later) I said, "Oh wow! You're here! I didn't know you were coming!" Then he went in the kitchen to talk to my mom and came back and sat on the couch next to me and in that time I had forgotten that he was here and said, "Oh wow! You're here! I didn't know you were coming!" Oh my...

Emily came by too and brought some pretty purple flowers and Jason brought some pretty orange flowers! YAY! I love flowers. I don't, however, love surgery. I've been pill takin', salt water swishin', ice-in', heat-in', fluid drinkin', couch sleepin', movie watchin', and Jason missin'. I think that just about covers it. Oh and mushy food eatin'.

Another thing I wanted to do while I was laid up was color. Apparently when I came out of surgery I said to mom, "I've been thinking about it... and I want an Enchanted coloring book and crayons." I don't know why, but I was set on that. I still haven't really colored.

Anyway... I'm doing better. Maybe I'll even make it back to work tomorrow - if my mom feels comfortable with me driving. Okay, bye!

P.S. I MISS MY BF!!!!! I only have to eat breakfast 5 more times before I see him again!!!

Really? No, really?

It has been a week. QUITE a week. I found out about my job (YAAAAAY!). I’ve been house/animal-sitting. I decided to move out of my house. Notice, I said “decided” – I did not say that I “did”. And for a little over 24 hours I was DEAD SET, 100% not budging, for sure going to get an apartment and I was going to do it next week and move in ASAP.

Well, my confident little self marched right up to my dad and said “Hey dad, I wanna move out. I’m gonna get an apartment. How cool is that?” Not cool. Not cool at all, actually.

He countered with all the reasons why he didn’t want me living by myself, wasting my money, etc. and some very valid points were made. I was not, however, swayed one bit. Unfortunately, neither was he.

So I cried… Then we talked some more. Then I left to go back to the Linehart’s. And I cried again. Not before talking to the Fireman (and crying and then getting over it) then talking to my mom (and crying and sort of getting over it). My lucky BF had already gone to bed at this point and didn’t have to deal with my over-dramatic misery.

This morning I talked with Louise at work and told her the whole story of what had happened last night. Once I got all my frustrations out to her, she asked how much the rent was per month. I told her and she said, “Well, heck! I only pay a little more than that for my house payment!!” Hmmm… house payment.

So now, here I am. Torn in my head as to what to do. (Not that I have a choice right now because no matter what I choose, the Dad still has to approve it, which he won’t. Anyway…) Do I get an apartment or a house? Or stay at home until pigs fly. (Someone please put a pig in a slingshot and send it my way.)

I got a free bed that’s too big for my room, and now been offered a free couch and loveseat that are in great condition! No where to put them, but no reason to turn them down!! Ahhh!!

So… ummm… any suggestions???