I finally did it!

HEY! So I finally made a new web... thing.
I'm kinda sad that I chose to do another blog, but wordpress was too complicated and I didn't want to have to pay for anything.
Anyways, here's the link:
http://notrando-pickles.blogspot.com
Oh, just so you're not shocked, my name is Sarah. So, don't freak out or anything, kk?
I hope this new blog isn't a fail like this one was.

Chronic Laziness

I'm not sure how many of you have been really waiting for me to post again. I can imagine many of you have given up any slivers of hope you had of any new postage.
I'm sorry. It's really not my fault.
I have a self-diagnosed disease I like to call "Chronic Laziness".
Essentially, any time I think about doing something productive, I pass out.
Well... I take a nap, anyways.
BUT as you can imagine, this is very frustrating on my, and basically everyone in my family's part. It has pretty much halted my cartoon producing to a standstill, which is why THAT hasn't happened yet.

Other than that, all you really need to know right now as my readers is that I am really trying to overcome my Chronic Laziness and actually do something with my life.
I am also back in school, so the chances of me posting more than once a month are very slim.
I am also training to join a roller derby team (ooooh aaaaahh) so that will put a damper on my productivity as well.

Sooooooo, this has been kinda awkward. I'm sorry I haven't posted and will probs not post for another couple years or so. (for those of you not in highschool in America, probs=probably)

...........ok bye!

Strange...

I find it strange that I am getting more followers........... when I'm not posting.................. It must be my ravishing good looks.

Getting very close to launching the new website. Be very excited.

How Sorry Am I? Not really that sorry. Sorry.

Ah, the lazy days of summer.
As you might have guessed, summer is a very busy time for me. Therefore, I have not been able to post for a while. A very, very long while.
So, in order to catch you up to current date, I have written a few rhymes.

Got to swim, don't have tim(e)

Got to work, makes me smirk (with happiness)

Go to beach, get hair bleached (by my aunt, we laugh a lot)

Got back home, now to Buffalo! (Only my favorite city in the US of A!)

Yes, I hope you enjoyed the poetry, and don't you go saying that some of the lines don't rhyme, they DO! (Even if it's a partial rhyme, that still counts.)

Oh!ohohohohoh! I also bring GREAT news, I have conjured up a comic that I shall be posting on the interweb. Shall I post it on this blog? Perhaps, probably not. If I make a new site, I will definitely post the URL here.
(Its about a time traveller, an axe murderer, a drug dealer, and a prostitute. Good fun, I'd say!!! Its set around the 1800s, it's called "Dark is Conventional" {I'll explain the title later})

Anyways, I'll get around to doing all that stuff eventualmente, I make no promises. Until next time!

Im sorry I haven't posted in a Millenia

Wow, its been a really long time, eh?
Things have just been reaaalllyy busy.
I'll recap my life since I last posted in a few choice words:
school-over
love interest-gone
job-started
money-have
swimming-morning-early
life-somewhat good

Alrightie then, thats been my life so far. Heres a cute picture I got from "chainbear.com". Go there, laugh, have a nice day. (p.s. some content is innappropro, so  be careful who's around when you're reading the comics.)

Confusing? Yes, I think so.

You know who are confusing? Men.

I don't know what it is, but the first second they're all like "I wanna go out with you, you're so pretty lalala"

And the next they're like: "What's your name again?"

And sometimes they even progress further and say: "I don't want a relationship, I just want a funfun partner."

Did I miss some man language seminar? I just don't understand why they have to keep changing their minds ALL THE TIME.

Goodness gracious, it's not even like our lives depend on it either, but for SOME reason they feel a need to switch back and forth between relationship or no relationship.

Gack, there should be a man manual.

How Contacts are the Most Inconvenient Convenient Invention EVER

Contacts, they are probably some of the greatest things ever invented to promote equality. Now, people with poor vision can make a choice whether to flaunt cool glasses or simply hide with on eye lenses. However, contacts bring with them certain side-effects, making simple situations more complicated, and potentially mundane days a hellish combination of pain and discomfort.

1. Getting an eyelash in your eye:

Not only do contacts seem to retain eyelashes as long as possible, or until you take your contact out, but they also seem to only do this when in public places where there are lots of people around.

2. Rubbing your eyes:

This also seems to only occur in public, and when there is no contact fluid to be found anywhere. I mean, you can't ask a perfect STRANGER for their contact fluid! It might have eye roofies in it!!!

3. At the airport or any other high security area:

Not only will you then be singled out for investigation, but there will always be someone watching awkwardly telling their child that you are a terrorist or a crazy man. 

Have I Ever Told You?

Not many of you know this, but other than 4, 5 is my favorite number.

This is not a casual, "Oh yeah, that's my favorite number!" kind of favorite.

No, I have to have EVERYTHING in sets of 5.

If anything in my life involving numbers does not end in 5 or 0, I freak out.

Math tests kill me, most of the time I deliberately round up or down in order to get an answer that ends in 0 or 5.  (I do not do very well in math)

I don't know why I have such a weird case of number OCD, I guess I was born that way......



If you have a number for a support group or group therapy sessions that don't meet on Tuesday, could I please have it? This OCD is ruining my life.

Don't Do it

Never take AP anything, especially World History.
THIS is what I have to deal with.

alright, so technically, that's not EXACTLY what I have to deal with, but it is definitely something that extensive. I will post pictures of me and my chart at a later time. For now, imagine that with time periods, nations of the world,and LOTS of history words.

I repeat, do NOT take AP.

In other news, I am starting behind the wheel driving course, at the end of which I can take the test and be eligible to get my licence as soon as I get my 45 hours...... which will probably be sometime around September..... oh well, at least I'll have everything done by then.

I'm sorry if this is a bad post, I'm tired, and I'm trying to get finished as soon as possible, Glee is on. If you are reading this and Glee is on, go watch Glee. Well, I guess you're done reading it anyway............


Kay bye.

GASP!!!! 3rd Follower!!!! Do you know what THAT means???

It means, Imma make a narwhal drawing and give it to everyone!!!! YAAAYYYYY!!!!

Alright, now for about 2 minutes of AWESOME

Finally!!!

As I told you a while ago, I went to San Antonio, Texas from Wednesday a couple weeks ago to the following Sunday.

I am pretty sure that the trip transgressed all possible thresholds in which one would call it a “bad trip”.

It was a terrible trip.

The WORST trip I have ever been on.

The chaos began when we first got to our hotel.

We were happy to be finally on the ground after about a 3 hour plane ride from Northern Virginia (not to be confused with regular old Virginia). Giddy as we were, my roommates and I failed to notice an obvious yet rather discrete sign stating that the elevator we were boarding was a garage elevator, and only went to the 7 garage levels.

It took us 7 levels to realize this.

To make things worse, someone accidentally hit the emergency stop button, not only causing the elevator to jerk to a stop but also setting off one of the loudest most obnoxious alarms ever. (You think your school fire alarms are loud? Try three times as loud in about 10 sq ft of space (about 3 sq meters)).

I cannot put into words exactly how insane it was in the elevator, but I shall try. Imagine being in a small, hardly insulated oven with a bunch of squirrels. Now imagine someone slowly turning the heat up. NOW imagine the squirrels are going through a crack withdrawal. THAT was what the elevator was like, except with greater urgency.

In a panicked state mostly caused by the ever rising temperature and the imminent fall of the elevators to our deaths imagined by a few of us (and eloquently expressed through yells, curses, and screams) we awaited rescue.

As we got more and more impatient, one of us discovered the “Elevator Service” phone line. We called and asked urgently whether help was on the way, interjected by pleas for help and rescue by one especially panicked passenger. She assured us that they were “working on it” and that we would be out of there soon.

Minutes crawled by, slowed mostly by random bouts of panicked yelling and chattering hushed by yells of “Shut the F**k up!” Soon, we felt that help was not coming, and we called the service line again. We were answered curtly by the same woman who simply said (quite angrily) “We’re working on it!” and hung up. This only agitated our already hostile and unstable state.

After a few more minutes of angry banter we heard a man outside. Everyone flocked to the locked elevator door. “Are we gonna get our?” we yelled, unsure whether or not our voices would carry over the alarm. “Yes, you’ll be out soon enough, don’t worry.” As if that was not enough to calm down some of our passengers, one girl screeched “We’re not gonna DIE are we??”

“No, you’re not.”

The rest of our desperate attempt to help went something like this:

“Can you get us out ok?”

“Yes.”

“Should we press the open door button?”

“NO! Don’t press any buttons!” (by this time he had told us how to turn off the alarm, much of the tension was released)

“Should we pull on the door?”

“Yes… wait… NO! Don’t!” (yelling and nervous chatter)

Finally the elevator proceeded to the next floor and all of our sweaty bodies crushed together to escape the evil elevator, weakly dragging our luggage behind us.

“We’re FREE!” we cheered. Our blissful freedom had been granted us by the elevator demon!

“Where are the stairs?” The what? In our ecstatic and excited state, we had forgotten our motive for getting into the elevator in the first place! We walked up and back around the parking lot until one of our rescuers found us and showed us where they were. We were grateful, because everyone knew we were NOT getting in that elevator again.

We had to carry our luggage down 6 flights of stairs, but we didn’t mind. As long as we weren’t in that elevator.

After the ordeal, all we could think was: “This had be a pretty damn good trip.” Too bad it stayed about as equally as crappy.

I will post the rest of this story separately, as it would be much too long for a human with a normal attention span to get through in one sitting. Be assured, good reader(s) that the rest of the story is JUST as much of an epic fail as this was.

I Really Do Apologize

So I've basically been on the brink of death lately and haven't really been up to writing.

I am SORRY!

I am especially sorry for the people who will look at these posts as their first impression of my blog.

I will seem pretty pathetic, but alas! I am not a terrible blogger! I swear!

My epic tale will soon emerge! I swear it, and I will most likely be loath to do it by Friday, then by golly it will be published by Monday!!!! (I don't think I used that word right.......)

Hang in there, people! I know you don't depend on me for anything, and don't expect anything from me, but give me a chance! Give me a chance, I pray thee!!

Epic Post Coming soon!!

Alright, I'm starting to wrap my mind around the fact that I need to write my epic tale.

It could possibly be very long. It intimidates me.

I would have written it by now except that I've been in bed sick. (stupid Texas germs)

Aw, well, I'll get around to it eventually. Don't worry!

The Video!

Weeehee! Another video of me! Hope you like it. The strange ticking sound in the background is my clock. I was halfway through the video when I realized that the camera was right next to it, but I was too lazy to do anything about it. Oopsie! I stayed in rhythm with it though, so it shouldn't be too disruptive.

New Post coming soon!

I would write out my epic trip tale, but I am feeling too lazy.

Video coming, though!

Don't you hate it when things take too long?

Finally! A video with me in it!

This is the great reveal. You are the first to see who I am, plus the inside of my room! I had to post commentary because the lovely people of youtube PROBABLY haven't been to my blog, so yeah, hope you like it!

Isn't it ironic?

Ahh, how things can change so quickly.

Yesterday, I couldn't wait to post.

Today I have to force myself to post in order to explain why I will not be posting for a while.

I am going to San Antonio, Texas with my school choir! Yaaayy!!! Fun times are ahead!

Unfortunately, I will not have access to a computer, so there will not be any more posts for the rest of this year....

Just making sure you were paying attention, I shall probably start posting again on Sunday or Monday, depending on how tired I am.

I bid you farewell for this time! Until we meet again!

One parting picture:

How a Really Nice Day Got Really Nasty, all because of my MOM

So someone told me that I was one of the prettiest girls they had ever seen before.

That's pretty big for a girl who for as long as she can remember has only been called fat and ugly.

As one can imagine, this made me very:

-happy

-excited

-confident

-sexy feeling

-happy

So I rushed home from the bus stop to tell my mom of the person's wonderful comment.

I tell her, and what does she say back to me?

Mom: "Of course, your internal beauty"

This made me want to cry. How could she say something like that? I looked at her agape, she quickly corrected herself with: "You know, it just makes you glow!"

Yeah right, mom, you're not getting off that easy. I seriously considered throwing a total hissy bitchy fit, but I know my mom cannot be trusted with words.

She is the one who called "Dora the Explorer" a latino doll.

She still kind of took me off my pretty high.

PS: Read this book:

"Crap Lyrics" by Jack Sharp

One of My Many Weird Hobbies

I have been waiting all day to write this.

I would like to tell you about a hobby that I have had since I was very little:

Discovering Subcultures.

What is a subculture you might ask? No, it is not some colony of underwater bacteria. No, it is not the culture of people who live in submarines, particularly the yellow kind. No, it is not a combination of the two (that would be strange). It is none of the above.

Subcultures are the small, yet significant groups of people who share unique or special interests. Bloggers are a subculture. They are also subsubcultures within the blogger subculture, such as photography bloggers, family bloggers, cannot write for beans bloggers, my life is terrible so I am going to tell the world about it bloggers, etc.

Here are some subcultures that I have discovered for myself:
1. Sparklers.
Sparklers are the rare group (I believe there are only a couple thousand in the world) of people who use sparknotes.com for recreation rather than for valuable book information. This group of people often post stories and "how-to"s that are later published for everyone to see. Some of this literature is fun to read, some of it is bizarre, and not necessarily in a good way.
2. Fan-Fic Writers.
(This group, along with bloggers, and some sparklers fall under the writing subcultures) If you have not ever read fan-fiction, I would highly recommend it. They refer to themselves as the Fan-Fic writers. I do not have very much experience with this group, so they may have other nicknames for each other, perhaps "Finnies" or "Fannies" or "Fickles" I am not quite sure.
3. People who read anime (manga) in the book store.
There is a huge group of people who read anime or manga, so therefore they so not count as a subculture, but there is a small portion of them who decide that actually buying the books is either too expensive or too tedious for their important lives, and thusly read them in the different rows of Japanese Comic Books in the actual book store. Some find a fiendish kind of pleasure from breaking the binding and folding the pages without even a thought of the next person who might want to buy that particular graphic novel. Printed anime is properly called "manga". I am proud to be a rehabilitated reader of such literature, and am now leading a normal life.
4. Death Hags.
Normally I wouldn't count this as a subculture that I discovered, I found it on L.A. Ink, but I consider people who watch TLC instead of normal television a subculture. I discovered a subculture while participating in a subculture so it counts. Death Hags are a very small (but growing) group of people who wander around cemeteries and look for the graves of famous people. I do not think I could be a part of that subculture. Cemeteries make me a combination of frightened and sad, not to mention cemeteries with famous people in them.
5. Youtubers.
I am not simply talking about people who go on youtube and look up videos, that's basically the whole planet. The rather large subculture I am speaking of is made up of the people who actually post videos on youtube. A subsubculture within this group is the video blogging group. I do not consider it part of the print blogging group, because the two use very different sites and technology for their medium. (Alright, so I didn't discover them, but considering I am a part of them, now, I know what they go through on a daily basis searching hungrily for positive comments and potential subscribers)

I shall tell you about more as I discover them. Here are some more subcultures not really worth explaining:
-"how-to" youtubers (subsub)
-tattoo junkies
-white people who think they're asian
-white people who think they're black
-band kids (subsub: band couples)
-orch dorks (subsub: Orchestra Teacher's Assistants)
-theater junkies (subsub: theater junkies who lost their virginity in the theater room)
-crew people (subsub: bus makeout couples)
-badminton junkies
-robotics club members (subsub: robotics geniuses)