Friday, November 30, 2012


Gold Stud earrings-Icing

Sometimes, or rather, oftentimes, I am a nervous little creature. This really cannot be helped. I've dealt with it my whole life-I'm the definition of a scaredy cat. And I've come to accept that about myself. But, unfortunately, sometimes situations call for me not to be that nervous little creature that I've grown comfortable being. And when those such situations arise, I am generally petrified. Even to the point where I back out of situations, and I push them far, far from my mind in hopes that maybe I won't have to deal with them at all. So even more rare than the situation calling for me to be brave, and courageous, is the situation where I actually WANT to be brave, and courageous. And today, I had one of those situations. I actually wanted to not be scared, because I just had to do what I set out in the world to do.

So there ya go folks. I may not be a risk taker, but I'm definitely not a scaredy anymore. At least not for tonight, that is.

Love, Sarai


Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Fable of the Fatal Optimist


Once upon a time, there was a girl who was a fatal optimist.

She frolicked through life, hoping that someone would live up to her expectations, and hoping that someone would fulfill her wildest dreams

{These particular-and peculiar-dreams may or may not have involved Jimmy Stewart lassoing the moon for her}

This girl went along her merry way, letting her hopes and dreams build up to an excruciatingly painful height-a height that would be devastatingly awful to fall from. But did she ever stop hoping? Of course not. Then there'd be no fable.

So she met some interesting people, who she believed would each fulfill her dreams. But did they? Naturally, they did not. This may have caused brief moments of doubt in her heart, although nothing could really have stopped her from believing that everyone was good, and wonderful, and wanted to make her happy.

One time, she met a sweet boy, who loved her very much. She wondered whether she should let herself love him. But luckily, someone told her "It's okay, just let it happen. It will be glorious!"

And it was. And then he had to leave.

Which should have changed her. But it didn't.

Then she met someone else, who didn't love her as much, and he maybe didn't want to be there. But she liked him well enough, and even though his tendencies would've been worrying to anyone else, she wasn't like those other people. She heard in a movie "It's okay, just let it happen. It will be glorious!" So she listened to the movie. And he hurt her the tiniest bit. But then she was okay again. She has a pretty fast bounce back rate.

And then she met a lovely gentleman, not unlike the wonderful Prince Phillip from Sleeping Beauty. He seemed like a pretty nice guy.

{Although, let's be honest, he's not Jimmy Stewart. But then again, who is?}

The girl held him in high regard. But he wasn't necessarily reciprocating the feelings that she was sending out. And everyone around her was telling her not to hope, and not to be an optimist, and not to make believe that movies can come true. So she stopped. And she decided it didn't matter.

{But it did}

During a period of reflection, she remembered the words "It's okay, just let it happen. It will be glorious!". So then, she decided...


{Which is a very, very, good thing to be}

Love, Sarai


Sunday, November 25, 2012

Lasso the Moon for Me

Blouse-Forever 21

You probably can't tell from these pictures, but recently, there was a loss in my little family. The family that was Diana, Iroh, Pompeii, and myself. On Monday, my two little sweet babies both died, within twelve hours of each other. Iroh first, then Pompeii. So suffice to say, I've been having a hard time the last few days. I know that to some people they are just rabbits. Cute, but not a pet to cry over. 

Yet they were my babies. That's all there is to it.

Anyway, I've been a mess. But then I went to Thanksgiving dinner with Sydney, and I was a little bit more okay. Still sad, but maybe not crying nearly as much. And that's better than what I was on Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday. So there you go.

Also, this past Sunday, I watched "It's a Wonderful Life" with my delightful friends in Apartment 2. By far, my favorite holiday movie, and by far my favorite romantic scenes. My whole romantic life, or lack thereof is defined by that movie. So yeah. That was pretty great. 

oh! Lots of movies were seen this week by the way. I saw Life of Pi on Wednesday (I HIGHLY recommend), I saw Silver Linings Playbook on Thursday (amazing portrayal of mental illness), and I saw Looper last night. Which I recommend also, but only if you can handle mature elements. VERY MATURE.

Anyway, that's my life these days. A lot has happened, and in the matter of twelve hours, so much of my life was changed. Which reminds me, Nancy has been exhorting me to be brave. So that's what I'm doing. I'm going to be brave tonight, and tell the world how I feel. Or rather, just someone...

Love, Sarai



Jimmy Stewart is the love of my life


I just want the moon to be lassoed for me too

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

helping hands

being on the west coast and my only connection to anyone who was effected by Sandy is my cousin, i haven't really felt its significance. my cousin lives in manhattan but thankfully she left days before the hurricane hit. her apartment didn't suffer any damage and never even lost power. 
after seeing the video below, i realized how devastating the hurricane really was and still is. i'm so grateful to be a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and for helping hands. a few years ago, sarai and i went with our youth group to centrailia, washington where there had been a big flood that destroyed a lot of homes. we wore our "helping hands" shirts and got to work. it was one of those experiences that will impact you forever.
this video is a perfect representation to what the gospel is all about and left me inspired. 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Hop, Skip, and a Jump Away


I woke up this morning with a terrible throatache, and a slight stomachache. But somehow, I managed to drag my bum out of bed, and put clothes on. It was something of a miracle. I definitely enjoyed the church meeting though. A girl that I lived with for a brief transition period this semester sang a musical number, and it was absolutely stunning. Her vibrato was top-notch. Anyway, the snow was so lovely the last few days, and with this beautifully frolick-worthy dress, I couldn't help myself... I skipped the entire way home from church. 'Twas delightful :)

Ooh, and tonight I'm probably going to start reading Life of Pi. I figure I should start it before the movie comes out, and my darling friend recommends it. So here's to a new book!

And tonight's Christmas movie over at apartment two is Elf! Will Ferrell at his finest....

Love, Sarai


Snow Bunny

Happy snow days from Myself, Pompeii, and the whole family!

Love, Sarai


Friday, November 9, 2012

a few things

1. lovely new clothes
 2. homemade pot pie, i die!
3. the most comfy wool slippers

well folks, i'm home again and enjoying everything that is not idaho. i love my mossy wet PNW and am trying to get my fill before i leave again for an undetermined amount of time {scarrryyyy!!}. i've always known when i'd be coming home but this time around i don't, so i guess i'll be calling provo home? oh gosh! i can't wait for sarai and i to be roommates. we talk about it ALL the time. and make devious plans for how we will marry rich doctors {this is real guys. it's going to happen.}



Thursday, November 8, 2012

Long Over


I know these are old pictures.. they're from Halloween for goodness sakes. But I couldn't leave them un-blogged! If only for the look on Pompeii's face in half the pictures...

So at work last night, I was supposed to leave at ten. And I'm not complaining right now, but seriously, we were there until eleven thirty. Working on panties. Just. Panties. Because today is panty raid. Which means little teenage girls with ridiculously destructive hands will mess all my perfectly folded panties up...

That's depressing...

Anyway, so we spent a million years folding those panties in color-coded order, and that always makes me want to color-code all my own panties! Which is ridiculous, and takes forever. But then it looks so pretty! And I have a lot of those suckers, let me tell ya. It's probably excessive, but when I'm sad, a new pair of panties just makes me happy! It's my version of eating an entire chocolate bar.

Love, Sarai


Monday, November 5, 2012



Today gave me a lot to think about. My mother sent me something in the mail. Call it a road map for my life, if you will. And the thing is, this document made me rethink a lot of my choices. One big change I want to make is to be more grateful for the things I have that others don't.

For example, I am grateful for my sweet roommate Diana, and her ability to always say what needs to be said. I just love her.

Now your turn.

Love, Sarai


Friday, November 2, 2012

In the Headlights

This Halloween may be my favorite one so far. Not only did I trick or treat, but I stayed out way too late, and it was pretty much a non-stop party. Seven am guys. I'm so not the most rational person alive...

But, it was delightful. It started with trick or treating to the general public, and getting to know our neighbors. People give you some terribly mean looks sometimes when you trick or treat in college... but they clearly don't understand the meaning of Halloween.

Anyway, then we (as in Sydney who dressed as Audrey Hepburn, and Danielle, who was a pirate) hopped our little booties over to Guru's where we partied our hearts out. We met up with Syd's friends there, and to my surprise, the guys were fantastic. We had a great time, dancing, being goofy, and just making general mischief. I loved it. Then I met the guy in the last photo. His name is Wesley, but I refer to him as lawn gnome. Pretty great, right?

Then we skedaddled to the home of Dakota to watch Insidious. The movie was over by three. But that doesn't mean we left by three... we stayed for another few hours. And conversations were had, fun was all over the place. Then we came home. It was seven in the morning. And it was the best sleep-deprivation I've ever had in my entire life. 

So Halloween was the best. New favorite holiday? Possibly...

Love, Sarai