Hello! It's me, Sarah. You don't know who I am? And you don't care? Well, I have good news then, cuz this post is not about me it's about my dear friend: Roy G. Biv. If you've been living under a rock, Roy G. Biv stands for the colores of the rainbow Red, orange, yell-.... Actually I don't need to tell you any of this, I know you know what I 'm talking about. I'll get to my point now, I love rainbows, I love color, I love pretty things, I love putting things in order, so seeing rainbow colored things makes me happy. If you like all these things too then I hope you will enjoy seeing my absolute favorite rainbow-ed stuff! Feel the satisfaction that comes from looking at these beautiful photos. And bless the people who actually made them. Enjoy! Rainbows, you gotta love them. Sarah, the human <3
0 Comments
Hi, I'm a human. And if you are too, then chances are you've had an embarrassing moment or two. Or if you're like me, more like 10,0000000...okay, maybe not that many but you get the point. I'm just an awkward person. But, that's okay. I embarrass myself, you embarrass your self so it's all good! Besides, if I had never done these embarrassing (and funny) things, then I couldn't tell you people the stories! I hope by reading about some of my embarrassing moments you will feel like a slightly less embarrassing person and laugh, enjoy!
We walk into my friends favorite yarn store and start to look around. My friend knows the owner so we stop and have a chat and this is where all the trouble began... Just a little backstory, my brain has this strange habit of imitating or talking like people who have an accent or just talk a certain way. I don't try to do it, it just happens uncontrollably! Second, the shop owner...is British. You can probably guess where this is going. Just a few words in her strong British accent was enough to push the "copy" button in my head. I was now in full imitate mode and I wasn't even trying. After a few minutes of sporting my unwanted accent, I realized something was wrong. My friend was looking at me weird, and I didn't sound quite right, was I talking with a, British, accent? I pondered. I tried my best to get rid of it but that copy button was stuck. I was fighting against myself, and I lost...the American side that is. Then it happened, the very British speaker herself, said the words that I will never forget, "Are you British?" BANG BANG. The bullets of embarrassment pierced my heart. I was both terrified and embarrassed, terrified that she would think I was makin fun of her and just embarrassed at what I was doing! I frantically explained that I didn't mean to and that I meant no offence. I'm glad to say that she actually didn't care and said that I was doing a very good British accent. After the horrid, awkward conversation was over my friend and I went to a corner of the store and I tried to become an American again. I kept saying that I didn't know what I was doing. (Now, what my friend said to me is something that we still think is funny today, but reading it and not hearing how she said brings the laugh level down a few pegs so bare with me.) She turned to me goes, "Yeah Sarah, what were you doing?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA soooo funny right? No? See, I knew it wouldn't translate well. Just take my word for it, it was indeed funny and we both laughed.
Question time! Does anyone else do the copying thing? What you're most awkward story? Go ahead, tell me, no judgment here. Do you like posts like these? Or more listy ones? I have plenty more awkward stories I can share if you'd like to feel better about you awkward stories. I once again apologize for not posting frequently, but now that school has started it hard to find the time! I Hope you all have a wonderful weekend and keep being awesome. Sarah, the human <3 Hellooooo! I'm back, yay! Sorry to keep you waiting loyal fans...oh wait, I'd have to actually have fans for them to be loyal. Anyways, let's move on from that harsh reality to the next. SCHOOL HAS STARTED! I don't know then you start/started school but whenever it is I wish you good luck! If you saw my last post you know that I was visiting my grandma (Who just happens to live near a private beach, who wouldn't love this?) so obviously, we went to the beach! I took pictures and I got stung by a jelly for the first time in YEARS...so that was fun. Come along for the ride! Or not, ya know, this could get boring. Now, to the part of this post that you might actually care about, the story of me getting stung by a jelly...fish. *Flash back music and magic transporting wiggly lines like on TV, you know what I mean!) So, I'm at the beach. I'm in the sun getting tan, (This a joke, I'm actually the palest human to ever live, I'm literally incapable of tanning. I only burn) My dad and I decide to go for a long walk down the stretch of the beach, ( A beach that due to years of well, water, is now really thin and covered with branches and stuff so you basically have to walk in the water instead of the beach so technically it's not a beach walk it's amore like a water wade.) like we do every year. After about an hour of wading through hip high, murky water, that jellyfish inhabit, with 100 flies basically hunting us, and absolutely no injury, we reach the end of the beach. (Well, not really the end just the end for us.) Yay. All that and for more...beach. Yay, again. (I'm sure you can tell how excited I am.) Upon turning to walk back to the beach we hath cometh from, we discuss a very large log we saw floating in the water on the trek down. Let me make it clear, We're tired, it's hot, there are WAY too many flies, we saw large floating log...we're totally riding it. After obtaining our log I super athletically jump on! And by "super athletically" I mean I swung my leg over and pulled a muscle... Moving on, we quickly discovered that this log had not being going to the gym lately since we couldn't both get on without, well, sinking. So my dad walked beside the log while I laid on my stomach and sorta swam on the log if you get what I mean. Okay, now that the boring backstory is over we get to the fun part. Well, fun for you to hear about but it wasn't fun for me when it happened. I'm log paddling along and not 30 seconds after my dad says, "At least we don't see any jellies!" I. Get. Stung. Somehow, even though my dad was in front of presumably, blocking anything floating in the water, I stroked my arm into the water at the wrong time cuz, BAM! (And I don't mean Books A Million.) It feels like a million needles are being stabbed into my arm. Fun. I scream, jump on the log and run crying to my dad...I bet my toughness is really coming through. Regardless of what just happened I still get back on the log and fearlessly ride home without a word. LOL!!!! I actually cried and rubbed my arm the whole way back. Today, life is hard living with my injur- *starts saying "injury" but stops because trying not to laugh* *bursts out laughing* Yeah, actually a few hours later was fine and eating ice cream. If you enjoyed reading this story, Yay! If you thought myself and it are stupid, Yay! Cuz it means someone read it at all. Now that you know that I'm back and where I was, you've heard my killer jellyfish story it's time to deliver on those mad photography skillz, and deliver I will. Please enjoy, the random, stupid, pointless yet, (In my opinion.) beautiful pictures I snapped.
|
AuthorHi. I'm a human being, female to be exact. I love anything pink and long walks to the fridge. I hope you enjoy this thing I call a blog. Archives
October 2015
Categories
All
|