A Day to Remember

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I consider this to be one of the most beautiful photos I've ever seen. It's heartbreaking though. This man, whose identity is unknown (as far as my knowledge goes), jumped from the twin towers when they were destroyed eleven years ago. His pose, so graceful, and seemingly serene, is surreal. It's tranquil, in the face of all this danger. And it's so sad, because this is the fall of someone who has given up, but who would rather fall to his death, than die in the tower. 

I remember September Eleventh, two thousand and one, the same way I remember things that happened only one year ago. I was woken by my sister, I think, and I ran downstairs, not understanding why she wanted me to go watch TV at this hour in the morning. I burst into my parents bedroom, and my mom was sitting on the bed, watching the news. Despite the fear that I now know my mother must have been feeling, she never once showed that fear to me. I cannot recall her being scared, yet I know that there is no way she wasn't. I love and respect her so much for that. I was already scared, but if my mother had acted upon the fear she must have been feeling, I would have been a complete mess. I remember going to school, not knowing what to do with my messy brain, and then having to rewatch footage in every single class, which only terrified me more. My Dad worked in a small warehouse-like building at the time, and even though there was no reason he would ever be targeted for a terrorist attack, I was so scared for my daddy. I thought for sure he would be attacked.

So that's my 9/11 story. I can't imagine how horrible it must have felt to actually know someone who died that day. I can only be grateful that all my loved were not harmed.

As my roommate pointed out, it's interesting that we went through this at such a young age (approximately eight years old), because now we will be the oldest living people someday who actually remember the details of the event. Those younger than us might have a hard time being legitimately aware of the events, and therefore when we're one hundred years old, we'll still be telling the story, and they might be a bit fuzzy on the details. Just a thought, I suppose. 

Love, Sarai

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Socialization

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I wish I was a supremely social creature. But unfortunately, I'm not. I think I used to be, but then I started dating Dane, and I just stopped being a little flirt. I don't even love being social honestly, but I figure it's the right thing to do, despite my misgivings...

Some things I'm loving lately:

this quote: All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase--"I love you" F Scott Fitzgerald

My peach skirt

My high heels

Julian Casablancas

Letters from Dane

waking up to texts that say "sweet girl"

hugs

tea parties

Love, Sarai

adventures, dead camera, and being a loner

Sunrise on the side of the mountain

Mt. Hood

St. Helens

The Pops

Blue Lake

wading through to the waterfall

the sign that told us not to climb on the logs

we did it anyway

 Sorry for the overload on nature pictures. My camera is currently dead and it seems like my dad took my mom's two week absence as cue to go on as many hiking adventures as possible. I have to say, climbing over the log dam and wading through the water to the waterfall was my favorite. Now my mom is back and my search for a job and friends continues. Here's to being at home for far too long!

~Nancy

Pencil Dreams

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I want to be a filmmaker

I want to be an innkeeper

I want to be a wedding planner

I want to be a mother

(the most)

I want to be a fashion designer

I want to be a writer

I've realized in the last few days that I may or may not know what I want to do with my life. Sometimes I think being a filmmaker is the only thing I could ever want to do

But sometimes, I want to be a wedding planner. To create the wonderful memories that people cherish forever.

On the other hand, Nancy and I have this pipe dream of opening an inn.

And I always want to draw clothes that I want to make. So I start to think maybe that's the real direction my life should take.

I love writing though. I write disconnected sentences that convince me I'm a real writer...

But in the end, I suppose the thing I want most is to have a baby...

Love, Sarai

Labyrinth

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Other girl: This is my roommate Diana. And I honestly don't know where she got any of this...

You remind me of the babe
What babe
The babe with the power
What power
The power of voodoo
Who do?
You do 
Do what
Remind me of the babe

Can I just say I love this movie with all my heart?

I just rewatched it last night with my friend (the boy with the knowledge). It made my little heart sing! He pointed out how terrifying the birds in that movie are. They are honestly, awful, seeing as they pop off their heads and pull out their eyeballs... that's mildly horrifying. Just sayin. 

But otherwise, a perfectly enjoyable movie I might say :)

And after that, we listened to Bright Eyes, before we decided to watch another movie. The movie? 

Say Anything. I can't even handle how happy that movie makes me. I start tearing up instantly when Lloyd Dobler holds the boombox up to her windows. I love it...

Love, Sarai

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The Waiting Game

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Lovely readers. Do you ever have those days when you realize you're incredibly impatient? I have those almost every day.. I'm not very patient, which can turn out badly for me sometimes. I hate that I have to wait for Dane to come home before I can see him again, I hate waiting for things to start, or to find out when things are happening. But most of all, I hate waiting for news. My friend, the boy with the knowledge, got in a car accident last night. I was a slight mess when I found out, but he texted me to say simply "I'll call you later" so naturally, I panic. I'm not good at waiting for news.

But, suffice to say, he's fine. 

And I got over my panicky moment. But I still hate waiting...

Anyway, how was your hump day??

Love, Sarai

Reflections

I had myself a nice little sit by the duck pond today. I just had things to think about, and it was really nice to have a place to just relax and not think about everything else in the world. It was, in a word, "tranquil". 

Everyone should find a place like this, because chances are you have a lot on your mind.

Love, Sarai

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