Personal Life - Friends

I have been and am doing well, for the most part. Life is a rollar coaster, rarely boring, can be thrilling, sometimes fun, sometimes tedious, and it never stops. No jumping off this bandwagon. Friends come and go, or more accurately, I migrate. I miss a few that I have not spen time with lately, at the samtime I think about why I don't spend time with them. People have these little nuances that creep under my skin. Parts of their personality and behaviour disgusts me, and I see at as pathetic. I find it unacceptable, find them unworthy. I stretch my tolerance like a rubber band, but its dry and cracked and my resistance doesn't last long. I use to think I was just too picky. What I relaly need is a healthy dose of reminder, the reason I do not associate with them any longer or for prolonged periods of time. I do not like who they are. They are not who I imagined them to be or who they were pretending to be. They shed their skin and are entirely unknown. It doesn't mean they are vile, descipable creatures with a lack of morals, they just... were not who I thought them to be, not what I was reaching out for, a persona to add to my world. Expectations makes reality worse. Realizations of the world, its harsh. People, you and I, we do not always live in the same world. I have been spending the last couple months with a large circle of friends, and I find thus far it takes no effort to tolerate them. In fact, I enjoy it, I don't yearn for it out of obsession, and it is healthier that way. Sometimes there is only a few of us, but I think I can handle it. Then again, with how many people there usually are around, they could still end up ripping off their masks and being a clash of colours to my life. Only time shall tell.

A healthy dose of reminder

Beads

I am sorting beads.

I have thought for a while that I have wanted to make jewelry.

It was finally last week at ACMoore that I purchased some glass beads, clasps, and nylon string.

This past thursday my sister and I sat in our aunt's living room and stringed bracelets.

It was sweet.

Life's Trap

To convey what I am, how can it be done? I am life and death, tortured with curiousity. I feel pain, but never enough. Alone in this world. Never been seen. Never ever noticed. Never tell a word. Cold. Tortured. Sad.

How I ever wish of life beyond this world. Of fire, dreams, and tears.

The feelings captured within me have no impression of itself in words. The thoughts that scroll across my mind are confuddled and twisted.

How do I say, that I fear myself? Without invoking terror, and uproar, and claims of understanding that are pure utter blasphemy.

I am too afriad to say. To afriad to give you the chance and find you unworthy, but I fear that you will not understand if I do not say. If I remain in my mindset of keeping my thoughts to myself that I will push you away. I realize I must take the chance. I must. For what else is there for me to do? I do not have you, and yet I cannot bare to lose you.

I cry and I don't know why.

Will you catch my tears?

Never Coherent

What is in this world that we live for? There are things happening in my life. Perhaps this is the end, the beginning, or dead continuation of what I have lived so far. I don't want to be some things that I am. Life, is taking upon itself to live. Is it good? Or will it ruin me? I don't think it even matters. As long as I enjoy the time I have on this Earth, does it really matter if it is cut short. Will I cry? The sun drips down from the sky. Feelings, I wonder why.

Failed

As one may notice my plan of semi-daily updates of my life failed before it begun. Perhaps I shall make the attempt after this semester, since I rather doubt it's occurrence in the next few weeks. Actually, I have a newsletter to organize... which I honestly haven't really begun. The first issue is due at the end of April.
This past week was Spring Break which I spent about an hour south of New Orleans in the town of Boothville helping along with twenty-three others to rebuild the community. We twenty-four became a community of our own, I felt that I had 17 sisters and 7 brothers with two bathrooms. ><;; At any rate... I should shut-up and do my work.

~ Sarah.

Israel Photo Albums

This past January I travelled to Israel and had a wonderful time. For the first time in my life I travelled across the earth and it was real to me. There is more to say, but for now I appease you with several photo albums:
P.S. These aren't even all the photos for their specific days. I took 4gbs worth.

Israel Opening Act

Israel Part II

Israel Part III

Israel Part IV

Israel Part V

Israel Part VI

Israel Part VII

Opinion Struck by the 1920's

The modern world is a tarnish that should be wiped away. Behaviour is degrading, scornful, unsuitable and utterly revolting. There are times I wish I had been born in a different time, an age where propriety, honour, and pride were ruling factors. However, I cannot truly wish it so. Without my past I would not be who I am.