Monday, June 30, 2008

On Seeing Famous People in Austin

So, this weekend, I went to a bar called the Mean Eyed Cat in Austin, Texas. As I walked around the corner to see if there was any seating on the patio, I saw a man that looked familiar. My mind quickly stated, “Oh that man looks like Justin Long.” Then as I looked at the woman seating next to him, I thought, “Oh, and of course that is his girlfriend Drew Barrymore.” Then I realized that I was not in the movie theater, and that I was in my real life and that right before my eyes was two famous people.

I slowly turned to my friend E, who is a long-time college friend who lives in Austin, and said, “E that is Justin Long and Drew Barrymore seating in the corner.” She looked over my shoulder, and said, “Are you sure?” I looked back to make sure, and looked at her and said, “Yes that is them. We have to go inside or I am going to freak out.”

We went inside, and I proceeded to tell E’s boyfriend, M and friend R what we had seen. They also went outside to confirm. About an hour later as we were all seating outside drinking, and attempting to forget that we were in the same bar as two famous people my sister Sheena went around the corner to check it out and stated, “Oh my gosh they are making out!”

Drew Barrymore is a tiny person, but she is so pretty. I could not believe that she was as pretty in real life as she was on television. Seeing her in the bar for me was like seeing someone that I knew in high school, but that I was not very good friends with. She was so familiar to me, and yet not at all. I had so many questions for her, but at the same time, I knew better than to ask her any of them. I knew how inappropriate it would have been to say, “I’m not Josie-Grosie anymore.”

They left the bar about 2 hours after we had been there, and I sighed with relief because I had been concentrating on making sure that I was keeping my cool and being as cool as I could in the situation. Although, I imagined myself being like the sister in the movie Knotting Hill and when meeting Anna Scott (Julia Roberts) she decides instead of playing it cool to make a complete ass out of herself. However, I decided that playing it cool was better for my own self image.

I do really think Drew Barrymore and I could be best friends.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

What Sarah Says

I launched my advice giving blog today. It could fail big time, or it could take off like a huge fun thing to do. I can just see myself writing books, and having my own syndicated advice giving radio show on XM or Sirrus Radio. Then I will be a huge celebrity, and I will finally have an entourage.

A girl can dream.

Check out the blog, and be sure to send any questions to me!

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Do you listen to me?

Would you read a blog in which I had people write to me via email, and then I answered their questions?

I was thinking yesterday after giving advice to someone, and that person telling me that they appreciate my advice. I started to think that it would be so fun to give people advice all the time. I really do love to tell people what to do, and I mostly use common sense in doing so. I would keep everyone’s identity a secret of course.

If you have a question that you would like me to answer for you email me at

Maybe, I can help you?

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

My new boyfriend

I have a new boyfriend. His name is Dave Ramsey. As most of my close friends know, I have many, many boyfriends. My number one boyfriend is Jim Halpert, my number two is probably James McAvoy or Edward Norton. I also have Ben Linus who is my “bad-guy” boyfriend. Now I have Dave Ramsey who is my “financial guy” boyfriend.

I hope that if you don’t know who Dave Ramsey is that you will immediately Wikipedia him, and then start listening to his show every single day.

Dave is my new boyfriend because of his great advice about money, but mostly because I love how he talks about wives. Dave loves his wife, and he is always saying wonderful things about how he listens to her. He makes me want to get married, but in a way that is healthy. A way that invovles budgets and communication. A sexy budget way.

In addition, Dave’s advice has turned my life around. I am on my way to being debt free. It is not easy. I finally understand a budget. My poor father tried to teach me to budget years ago, and I was too dense to get it. I am in the process of taking Financial Peace University, which is Dave’s 13-week class. My father tried to teach me to budget with Excel, and lets be honest—I am never going to be smart enough to really understand Excel. I have budget forms now that I really understand. They are easy enough for even me.

I hope that with Dave’s advice I will work off paying my debts, but also saving for my future. And other lame ass sayings.

Also, please keep your fingers crossed that I will get a part-time job at Borders Bookstore.

Monday, June 23, 2008

I have a pool.

Have you been to You need to spend some time there immediately.

I do share a pool at my apartment. I love, love, love, love IT! I hope you are jealous. I spend time there during my week, and I think of all my hot friends and family who do not have a pool. Then I laugh.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

On Tall People and Girls with Douche Boyfriends at the Death Cab for Cutie Concert

There is a song by Randy Newman and the lyrics state, “Short People got no reason to live,” but after attending the Death Cab for Cutie concert at the Nokia Theater in Grand Prairie, Texas—I whole-heartedly disagree. Tall people have no right to live.

Spring and I bought “pit tickets” to this concert because truly the only way to really experience a great show is to be as close to the stage as can be. However, in this circumstance, the fans of Death Cab for Cutie are unusually tall high school boys. I wish I had yelled at these children, “HEY, don’t you have a basketball game that you should be at?” Maybe, these poor boys, even though unusually tall and lanky, have been unable to find the place where tall people belong which is basketball and modeling. Being so tired of the question, “Do you play basketball?,” these questions drove them into the arms of the melancholy lyrics of Death Cab for Cutie. Perhaps their only real niche in life is Death Cab. I do not know.

However, typical of high school boys, they have no thought for anyone other than themselves. So, as regular height people are standing there, these tall freaking freaks of natures are blocking my view of the stage. The tallest three high school boys in perhaps all of Texas find each other, and stand in the middle of the crowd. The concert was like a very large mattress and they kept rolling into the middle.

Therefore, Spring and I had to move to very outskirts of the crowd on the side. But, this turned out to be the best view of all. I could fully see the stage, and there was actually a pleasant breeze blowing.

I also want to talk about lame girls with douche bag boyfriends. Have you ever noticed that boyfriend that comes with his girlfriend to show even though he is obviously not a fan of the band? He insists on standing right behind the girl with his arms around her waist, like she is leaning against some fleshly wall with arms. To all girls out there who like the same kind of music as me, but have these muscle headed, dumb witted, lame ass boyfriends—do not bring them to shows anymore. Also, break up with them. Please. If your boyfriend does not like a band, but he insists on going to a concert with you so that he can act like your own personal inner-tube he is a douche bag.

To answer your question, “For the most part I enjoyed the show, and yes I do find Benjamin Gibbard attractive.”

Thursday, June 12, 2008

A Personal Dilemma

My ex-boyfriend D is breaking up with his girlfriend. They have been together for about three years now, and they are breaking up because she is moving to Boston to attend Harvard. I have asked him why he does not follow her to Boston, and he has told me his reasons.
1. She doesn’t stay for him.
2. He didn’t feel invited.

Since D and I broke up, I have repeatedly had to set boundaries with him. D is a very complicated person, who believes that he feels the correct emotions for everyone. He continues to invalid any emotion that I may have explained that I have. D is always right about everything no matter what—even if I am saying that I do not like something he is telling me that I do.

See D believes that by saying vulgar things about my breasts that this is a compliment, and instead of being offended, I should be joyous. I should respond with a comment about the size of his package and so on and so forth. He also hides behind a text message.

I believe that some people would imagine D as an oversized, biker/construction worker, with no education, but no D is actually an averaged size, over sexed boy, and he even has a nice face, smile, and teeth. He looks more like the boy next door. In high school, they called him, “Baptist Boy,” and his parents were missionaries for the first part of D's life.

In high school, D taught me to think outside the box. He questioned why I believed what I believe, and he made me justify my thoughts and feelings. I believe that D made me an overall better person. He also taught me about sex. What I know (what little I know) is all from D. Everything from kissing to erections. I know it all from D. Truthfully, I am no more experience sexually than the average middle school student these days, and D and I did not have “sexual intercourse,” but for the first and only time in my life I felt sexy. I knew how to turn a man-boy on.

D has begun texting me his desires to sexually conquest me, and a part of me wonders if I should not just give in because D is the only guy who has every expressed an interest in sexually conquesting me. But, somewhere the smart part of me (the part that is made of my sister, mother and best girl friends) begs me to reconsider. These women in my mind and in my life constantly remind me that I am beautiful and that I will find someone who wants me because they love me, and not just because they have had me before.

One of my best girl friends has told me that she knows that if I have sex with someone I do not love then I will regret it. I believe it, and it sounds like advice I would give. I know that D does not love me because he is asking this from me. I know that I don’t love D like I used to, and I know that if I had sex with D then I would make myself believe I did love him. Then where would we be? Nowhere that I want to be. Nowhere that I deserve to be.

Yet here I am. Lonely and under sexed. Single and afraid. Perfectly aware that the pool has no water in it, and yet still considering diving head first from the diving board.