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DAMMIT.

teaser trailer/school

The Hunger Games teaser trailer. I am quite excited, really.
Come faster, 2012.

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Also, school started today. My Institute teacher was trying to make us guess what he buys couples for weddings ("It's practical and they never ask for it!"). Most of us said toilet paper, in which he responded dramatically, "That's hardly romantic!" I thought it was funny. The answer was a hammer.
I am super excited for photography, because it's B&W film and we get to develop everything ourselves in the darkroom. I've never had the chance to be in a darkroom, so it'll be great.

My apartment is awesome. I thought you should know. I have my own room and my own bathroom, so I can go to bed whenever I want (which is usually past 2:00-3:00...). Jenna and I formed a movie bucket list for the school year. Man, we're going to waste so much time! *excited giggle*

Yes. Enjoy that teaser trailer. I read somewhere that an actual trailer is supposed to come out November-ish, so let's just keep waiting.

I don't like...

I don't like the idea that I can never reach under my bed with my bare hands. I must have a shoe and a yard stick in hand.

I don't like having random dreams about people I don't particularly like/care about.

I don't like stubbing the toe I permanently damaged a few years ago, because I know it will only cause further damage.

I don't like going home from work early for the first time ever because I couldn't get through the 2-hour-long deathly illness that befell me quite randomly.

I don't like the idea of waking up at 8:00 am tomorrow to drive to Logan. I probably won't, anyway.

I don't like the thought of unpacking and trying to organize hoards of my stuff into a shelfless/low-storage apartment room (but hey, living there's worth it because I have my own bathroom!).

I do like how blessed I am to get an education. For real.

Happy school year!

Elizabeth's Bridals

Dear [insert name here],
Because you are so special to me, you get to see my sister's bridal pictures before the rest of the world (meaning: Facebook). I know you'll never be able to thank me enough.
Love,
Sarah
p.s. Betcha can't guess what her colors are...

Flower girls.

Zions: Petey & I

Petey's family invited me to go down to Zions two weeks ago, and I went. Ob...viously.

First of all, we didn't camp because the car was too small to pack a tent, sleeping bags, pillows, etc. and still fit five people. So we just rented a motel in Hurricane. A terrible motel. The Travelodge. *shutter*
When we first walked inside the motel, it was as sweltering inside as it was out, which was probably 96-102 degrees. We cranked the cooler as cold as it would go and settled in. Petey's mom told us to wear shoes when we walked on the floor, and after discovering our feet were slightly blackened from walking across the room, I obliged.  When we went to bed, we kicked off the comforter and liner (because apparently cheap motels don't wash those, just sheets) and slept under the sheets. I couldn't sleep because it was still hot in the room, the mattress was harder than a rock, and my pillow was forcing my neck dangerously close to a 90 degree angle. I managed to doze off a few times, only to wake up with half my body numb, thus requiring me to turn over. I also couldn't sleep because at about 3:00-4:00 am, the temperature in the room dropped to the "meat locker" setting. We're talking igloo-dipped-in-liquid-nitrogen cold. I thought that everyone else in the room liked the temperature setting, so I grabbed the liner and covered myself, making sure to avoid putting it on Petey.
First thing in the morning, Petey's mom mentioned that her whole body was numb and sore from the mattress. The rest of us, disgruntled, agreed and muttered about not sleeping well. Someone piped up and asked if anyone else thought it was cold, and we all burst out yelling that it was indeed FREEZING. Turns out, we all thought the others liked the temperature, so no one turned it down. Petey got the worst of it, because she was a whole 3 feet away from the monstrous, clankity cooler all night.

I see Kelsey Barker one day wearing
this hat.

We went down to our free continental breakfast and ate a feast of toast and cereal. Cheerios, to be exact. It was a poor excuse for a breakfast, and that's coming from someone who ate nothing but cornflakes and toast for breakfast for a month in New Zealand. We packed up our water and headed off to Zions. Mocking the town of La Verkin, we soon arrived in the splendid red rockiness of Zions. On the shuttle up the the Narrows, there was a woman wearing a hat with butterflies attached to it. Don't worry, I sneaked a picture. And not to be awkward, but our legs left pools of sweat on the seats because it was just so hot.

This is the squirrel I wouldn't leave alone.

While in the Narrows, I tripped. And as soon as I trip, I can't stop falling after that. At one point Petey and Sara thought it was a good idea to take a small rapids section to get back, and I ended up falling and whacking my shin on a rock. Earlier I landed square on a pointy rock. I couldn't sit for a week.

Petey's mom is awesome.

When we were all done hiking, chasing squirrels, and sweating out our internal organs, we went to dunch/linner. When we left, Petey and I had to rip ourselves off the chairs because we had stuck to them. I'm pretty sure I lost more than a few layers of skin that day. Later that night, because we couldn't figure out what else to do in the hoppin' town of Hurricane, Petey and I went and saw Captain America. We bought a large pack of strawberries, vanilla bean dip, and Dr. Pepper, stuffed it in a small backpack and sneaked it into the theater. It was fabulous. The movie was fabulous. But I felt that an usher was going to come in any moment and rip the strawberries out of my hands and kill me. Luckily that did not happen.

That night, we attempted to sleep. I switched pillows with Petey's mom and attempted to sleep. I sat in my sheets sweating profusely until I finally got up a few hours later and turned up the cooler. I woke up an hour later, sweating again. I felt awkward getting up again, so I just sat there wishing it would turn on. Just when I was about to crack, Petey's older sister threw off her sheets and stomped to the cooler, cursing quietly under her breath. I slept after that.

In the morning, I was sung happy birthday to and presented with a Hostess cupcake housing a single candle. Petey's older sister wanted to take my picture, but I didn't have pants on, so I awkwardly scrambled to put pants on while she waited with a camera. On the ride home, I kept using the excuse "it's my birthday!" to get away with things. Mostly just poking Sara or Petey. I'm sure they hate me after this trip.

Introduction to August

Highlights this week:

• The priceless moment when I go to the car wash and roll my brother's window down a crack as the rinser jet comes by. Upside: him squealing like a girl and trying to shut the window. Downside: the inside of my car being soaking wet. 
• Playing Boggart charades (you act out fears) and pulling the card that Tara submitted, which read "Sarah Singleton."
• Pulling something out from under my bed and only noticing the spider and centipede when they ran into each other, jumped back and scuttled in opposite directions. I only managed to kill the centipede.
• Putting on my shorts and having an earwig fall out of them. Needless to say I freaked out and didn't wear those shorts that day.
• My little sister's inability to follow the plot of a Bollywood movie. I can't say much here though, because whenever I watch westerns, my cognitive ability shuts down completely.
• Buying a body mist from Victoria's Secret that smells like cotton candy.
• Trying to print a picture on the color printer, but having it only print black and white. And when I switch to the crummy color printer, I have to calibrate, clean, and "print a test page" for at least half an hour, only to have it continue to print streaky pictures. When I finally accept defeat and go back to the original printer just for the black and white photo, it suddenly prints a perfect colored picture. Boo, you whore of a printer.
• Getting an item at the dollar store for only 27 cents.
• Discovering that sometimes bleach is necessary to rid things of the stench of urine.
• Going to see Harry Potter at Spanish 8 Theaters with Tara and having the guy at the concession stand say, "Well, I could give you a discount." And then I laugh because I think he's joking, but he ends up charging me $5.25, which is the child ticket price. When he hands us the tickets, it says "Cowboys & Aliens" on it. So when Tara and I correct him, he just hands us a pen to scribble it out. Finally a payoff to having freakishly small hands.
• Seeing the trailer for Breaking Dawn: Part I and bursting out laughing.
• Receiving a birthday present that is a CD comprised of clips of Alan Rickman quotes.
• Feeling awkward when I tell the missionaries at dinner that I'm 20 and realizing that I'm older than the younger missionary and possible bait for the older missionary (I'm sure most missionaries don't hunt future spouses on their missions, but it doesn't mean that my twisted mind doesn't think that way).
• Wondering if the spider that is currently hiding under my bed will ever come out and face the vacuum.
• Finding out that the vision in my left eye hasn't changed, but it only seems screwy because when my right eye has contacts/glasses, it sees better than 20/20, therefore making my left eye seem weak. Thanks, right eye, for being super powerful with glasses/contacts, but super crummy without them.
• Watching my brother try to eat a tuna sandwich in the presence of our cat.

The Hunger Games

In the past day, I've read these two books:

And I must say, I'm quite impressed and freaked out. [Freaked out by the whole dystopian government control and the barbarianism of the futuristic gladiatorial games (big words, big words).] But now I am anxiously waiting to read the last book. If I were you, I'd read them.

Also, you must understand that me reading a book is an accomplishment. Before yesterday, I've only read two books this summer: Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz and the last Harry Potter book again. 
So yes, I read a book.
Two, actually.
Go me.

Also, now that I'm in a state of Hunger Games fever, I image searched it and came across this lovely gem:

No, he's not in the movie. It's just a fan-made poster.
I wish.