<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20640536</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:07:29.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of a Princess</title><subtitle type='html'>Ahhh, the trials and tribulations of a modern day young woman. Am I EVER going to make it out alive?!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*Sara*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567432212129961580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20640536.post-116545021898705649</id><published>2006-12-06T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:10:19.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tar And Feather Threats May End!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, I suppose since I haven't blogged in 30 years or so, and Quilla has left me numerous "tar and feather" threats, I guess I could give the blogging world a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; something. I'm not feeling very creative today, so I guess I'll just catch up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm no longer Sara V, I married the greatest guy in the world on September 23rd, so I'm Sara C now! My initials are SEC now, how cool is that?!?! Although there were many doubts weather wise and attendants wise, my wedding wasn't a complete disaster. Other than a little windy, I thought it turned out quite wonderfully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm seriously prego now. Mine and Matt's first child is due on March 3rd, though I in no way believe he's gonna stay in here that long...lol! Little Lucas James will probably be here in Feb. This pregnancy is turning out to not be exactly like I expected it to be. I always thought I'd be the cutest pregnant person in the world and that I would be ecstatic the whole 9 months. Yea well, we won't even go into the deathly sickness of the first few months, to be quite honest, I just can't get over the fact that I can't tie my shoes anymore, and I haven't been able to look down and see my *ahem* .....you know....in a month. It's rather depressing. Oh well, only a few more months, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After purchasing our ****FIFTY FREAKING DOLLAR CHRISTMAS TREE!!!**** and getting it safely home, we only had to do minor surgery on it...3 times...before it was up, straight, and &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; completely decorated. We underestimated in size a little, and will be needing to make yet ANOTHER trip to Wal Mart for MORE ribbon and decorations. Other than that, Christmas is looking great this year, and I am much looking forward to the Infamous Sexy Seven Christmas party, in which I will find some household item to leave at Quilla's for the next year. Maybe my husband won't drink too much, and we'll be full of energy to leave at 7 am the next morning for Gatlinburg. Where I will spend a whole 7 days being adored by my loving husbands wonderful family, and relaxing. Believe me, when you have a flesh basketball attached to your abdomen area, you need all of that you can get......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20640536-116545021898705649?l=saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/feeds/116545021898705649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20640536&amp;postID=116545021898705649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/116545021898705649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/116545021898705649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/2006/12/tar-and-feather-threats-may-end.html' title='The Tar And Feather Threats May End!!'/><author><name>*Sara*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567432212129961580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20640536.post-114134821210573849</id><published>2006-03-02T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:10:12.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life: For Me or Against Me. I Never Can Seem to Figure it Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I suppose I'll do another one of those "Life Updates"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time I've known exactly where I wanted my life to end up. The problem was, I didn't know exactly how I was going to get there. My choice of career is certainly not an easy one. I'm majoring in Communications with a concentration in Broadcast Journalism and minoring in English. Basically just a fancy way of saying that I want to be a news reporter/anchor. Sure, anyone can go to college and graduate with a 4.o and the degree of their choice. That isn't exactly how my field works, though. It's all about who you know, and what you've done. And how exactly are you supposed to get experience, when no one wants to help you get it unless y ou already have some. It's kind of like credit. With this being the case, I had to think of other ways to come about getting my foot in the door. So, several months ago I had a talk with my Uncle Gary. Uncle Gary is a recruiter for the Alabama Army National Guard. He basically told me "Sara, in all honesty, with your profession, you aren't going to graduate college and go off and get to do exactly what you want to do. You're going to be a gopher for a few years, and probably be close to your 30's before you're seeing the light at the end of the tunnel" And he was completely right. So I made the choice to join the National Guard. I'd go in with Broadcast Journalism being my job. I'd go to Basic this summer, my AIT school next summer, and do my one weekend a month and two weeks in the summer for the next six years, or so long as my heart desires. Everything was sounding wonderful. Then I went to MEPS. Which was by far one of the most pride-snatching events of my life. In MEPS I failed my hearing test. I've always known that I had a hearing problem, but it honestly isn't bad. I don't have a speech impediment or anything for crying out loud! However, I still had to get a medical waiver, but the DR. signed a recommendation for the waiver, and my uncle told me it was in the bag. And then he called me to tell me that it wasn't approved. How shitty is that. I've had my hopes up for two months, actually felt some relief, and then I get crappy news like that. So it was a bad week. I had a complete nervous breakdown with my mom, because nothing seems to be going right. They still haven't gotten my car fixed, I'm having SERIOUS roommate problems, had a close family death, I'm all kinds of busy with school and Zeta, my high school friends are having drama, I'm not speaking to my dad, and don't want to speak to my stepdad. And then the National Guard stuff gets canned. So I was pretty much feeling like the whole world was against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been much better the past few days, though. I've been running A LOT, everyday, and eating pretty good, too. Or not eating, however you wanna put it. My uncle called me yesterday to tell me he was trying to get the decision on my waiver overruled, so it looks like Sara may be a military girl afterall! Not to mention how beautiful it has been the past few days. And pretty weather always makes me feel good! So maybe things are turning out for the better. It would be nice ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was basically my, pour my heart out blog. We'll try and make the next one funny. It should be, I finally got my pics back from New Years and the Camping trip. I'm going out with the girls tonight and ZTA Day is this Saturday. So I'm pretty sure I'll have plenty of wonderful stories for the next post ;) Me and Jennilee might even sleep in a road tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20640536-114134821210573849?l=saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114134821210573849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20640536&amp;postID=114134821210573849' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/114134821210573849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/114134821210573849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-for-me-or-against-me-i-never-can.html' title='Life: For Me or Against Me. I Never Can Seem to Figure it Out...'/><author><name>*Sara*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567432212129961580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20640536.post-114064894002204316</id><published>2006-02-22T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:55:41.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Good Times Come and Go, but They Never Leave Our Hearts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh my. What is a girl to do? I wish I could just post on the happy things of life! Why is it that when ten thousand problems are pressing on you already, something that cuts so deep comes running up to jump on top of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are six girls who will always be very special to me. Recently there is this "feud" so to say that has caused two of these girls to be seperated from the others. I hate this. But I'm not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer &lt;/strong&gt;- Girl, one of my first memories of you, is the night you wrote my phone # on my ass and made me stand in your driveway and moon the passing cars. (and you guys just THOUGHT that night at Jessica Johnson's was a first!) You have always been by my side, though our closeness hass drifted in and out over the years, and I can honostly only think of ONE time I was ever truly mad at you. Though we had great times in high school, I will never forget all those times we had lunch together on the mountain our freshman year of college. I will always cherish that. It's amazing how those little things end up meaning so much. Thank you for always being the one I could most relate to and for always helping me keep it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie &lt;/strong&gt;- My rock. That's what I tell everyone about you. In high school, it never mattered how dark times were, I could always see the light in your eyes. You are truly one of the most loving and genuine people I have ever met. You've never been the one I was "closest" to, yet you are the one I respect more than anyone else. I love you with everything in me. It's crazy how much I honostly miss you! Now that I don't always have "Mom" there to tell me what to do, and that everything is going to be ok. Thanks for always being....my rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica&lt;/strong&gt; - Wow. That's all I can say about the relationship between the two of us! You have literally gone from the one person I hated more than anyone in the world, to my absolute best friend. For most of our high school years, you were my best friend. We lived together for crying out loud! When I had nowhere else to go, I could always turn to you. I have so many great memories in my heart that are only because of you. Not to mention that I owe so much of where I am right now to you. I love you girl. Thanks for always being my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quilla &lt;/strong&gt;- Dang girl! I've been friends with you longer than anyone in this world! Second grade was a long time ago. We've laughed together, cried together, crushed together and even got headlice together!! (dang those 2nd grade skanks!) Though we drifted apart for a little while, fate brought us back together. Everytime I see you I smile. Though we've never figured out whether you were completely insane, or just on some other level of life and intelligence that none of us could ever see. I think I'm beginning to realize that you just have something the rest of us don't. Carelessness. And not in a bad way. You have such a beautiful soul. You just live &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; life. You don't fret over the past nor fear the future. I envy you in that way. You just live minute by minute. I wish that I had a way with words as you do. I wish that I had the freedom that you do. I know that in ten years I will be coming to your house (to finally pick up that container..lol) and you will still be that same beautiful person you are now. And I can't wait to see what life has in store for us. Thank you for being my idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley &lt;/strong&gt;- Shoot. lol! If I even &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;about you I start laughing! Nearly every memory I have of you is a good time. I'll never forget the day you turned 16, and we were driving through Glencoe and you turned down that four lane...on the wrong side...lol! You have this innocence that is so charming. You have always been a shoulder to cry on, or someone to give me the simplistic outlook when I try to make things too complicated. Thank you for always being the laughter in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda &lt;/strong&gt;- I don't even know where to begin. You aren't just my friend, you are my sister, my soul. I have a connection with you that I will never have with anyone else. It's funny, because I can always tell you exactly what is on my mind, and it won't hurt your feelings. You know that I'm only saying things to you because I love you. We may agree to disagree, but never have hard feelings. That's a beautiful thing we have there. It absolutely kills me to not be closer to you right now, when I know that we both need each other so badly. But I know this is only temporary. Because &lt;em&gt;"you always have my heart"&lt;/em&gt; and you know that. That will never change, no matter where life takes us. I love you. Thanks for always being my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate so bad that things are like they are right now, but that's just where life has taken us. It happens. We couldn't honostly believe that life would hold us together forever. I love each of you very much and I always will. I refuse to take sides in this situation because it involves the six people that I love more than anything. I will not think any less of the decision the rest of you have made, I always respect the opinions you hold. Just don't ask me to&lt;/span&gt; take sides. I love you all the same and that will never change. So I leave you with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever."&lt;br /&gt;~ Francois Mocurioc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20640536-114064894002204316?l=saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114064894002204316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20640536&amp;postID=114064894002204316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/114064894002204316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/114064894002204316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-good-times-come-and-go-but-they.html' title='And the Good Times Come and Go, but They Never Leave Our Hearts...'/><author><name>*Sara*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567432212129961580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20640536.post-113941705710641662</id><published>2006-02-08T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:44:17.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh....Boys.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmmm...Where do I even begin. Do you ever just get sick of life?! Grrr! Ok, so here's the deal. I'm tired of always being the nice guy when it comes to relationships, and getting my heart broke. It's official, boys suck a$$ and I want nothing more to do with them. Ok, that might be a lie. So yea, Sara is completely single again!!! And never again will I do the whole relationship thing, until I find the person I'm going to marry. I know I always say that, but in all honesty, I'm usually pretty good at it. Occasionally I get sidetracked, but I'm not planning on doing that again. You see, I hate not being perfect, so I tend to do that with guys. I want to be the perfect person. And I certainly don't ask much. Technically, I don't ask for anything at all. You don't have to take me out all the time. Actually I'd rather you didn't, I might throw up (hehe, Jenn!) And you don't have to buy me things or constantly tell me that you like me or I'm beautiful. I just want you to be my friend....who occasionally makes out with me and will spoon with me when we go to bed...lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I'm not gonna be that person anymore. It's going to be about what makes me happy from now on. I don't give a $hit about you. Whomever&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; may be.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;No more of this casual thing, unless it's on my terms. I'm gonna be the "love 'em and leave 'em" - er from now on. (I know KT, that made absolutely no grammatical sense.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just don't understand boys. They always complain about not being able to understand us, but they are just as bad! It's just that guys are so simple minded that we think we understand them. But really, we're just as confused about you as you are about us. I don't understand how someone can be on your mind constantly yet you never can tell them how you feel. And why is it that no matter how much we ask you to tell us the truth, you still lie because you think it will make us feel better?! I know I may not be speaking for the entire female race, butI'm serious. I really do want you to be completely honest with me. Even if you know it's gonna hurt my feelings. I'm gonna have a lot more respect for you if you just tell me the truth. Not to mention it'll make me hurt less because I won't be as mad at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't even know why I wasted my time on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I can do a lot better. And I know that. Plenty of people told me that when I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. So, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; don't mean this in a conceited way, but I'm way too good for you. I have my head on my shoulders, and I know exactly where my life is going and what I want out of it. You have absolutely no clue what you're gonna do?! And I should have walked away at that. I knew in the beginning that you would never be any good, but I chose to toss that to the side, and that's my fault. I don't regret it, it's re-taught me a valuable lesson: Never compromise. Because that's exactly what you were. A compromise. One day you're going to wake up sad and lonely. With no direction in life, and probably infested with STD's. Sorry, but it's true. And that's the day that you're gonna look back and be like "Wow, I had something good for a while" I'm not saying you would have ended up with me. You wouldn't have. I knew that, and I certainly never had feelings like that for you. I just want you to know that maybe it's time you grew up. Because maybe by the time you're through playing, nothing good will be there waiting on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok, sorry for the rambling. I just needed to have a man-hater moment. It's over now. I'm over him. In all actuality we weren't that serious, it's just sometimes you really sit and think about people. And wonder what their deal is. So anyway, sorry again, I'll be happy now! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20640536-113941705710641662?l=saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=27237006' title='Oh....Boys.....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/feeds/113941705710641662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20640536&amp;postID=113941705710641662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113941705710641662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113941705710641662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/2006/02/ohboys.html' title='Oh....Boys.....'/><author><name>*Sara*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567432212129961580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20640536.post-113806078301387496</id><published>2006-01-23T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:59:43.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and Such...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quillla. I honestly don't know how you do it. Find something wonderfully clever about every day to tell the Blogging World about. *SIGH* So I guess I can just update you on the highlights of the past week and a half since I blogged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last week was MLK's Bday, so we got Monday off from school. What wonderful idea did some of Sara's Greek friends come up with to celebrate this day? A camping trip. Now, don't get me wrong, this is in no way a terrible thing for me. I can camp. I can run with the boys and get dirty and sleep in tents and climb rocks. This is no problem for me. However. I can not handle mornings. I can't handle people waking me up. If you're my friend - you know this. So, several of our KA (Kappa Alpha) boys and their girlfriends, me, Heim, Jennilee, Janelle, and Evan Jackson decided to go camping. Heim has never been camping before. I"m not so sure Heim has ever even gone outside other than the times posed necessary by life. Heim. Is NOT. A camper. And Heim...woke me up. It was bad. I think I may have made her cry. I apologized though. So it's all good. However, we are planning another camping trip for people who can handle it only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then there was the ghost. Yes. I saw a FRICKING ghost! I'm really not kidding. This should possibly be a blog of it's own, but yea, I will not be going to Jennilee's house in the dark again. Unless there is a circle of ordained ministers surrounding me adorned in crosses, and holy water, and garlic. Wait, no garlic, that's the vampires. Anyway, you get the point. So yea. If you really wanna know this one, I'll blog later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And of course we can't forget my realization that I may possibly be single for the rest of my life. Yes, so why are boys so stupid again? I don't understand why I seem to attract these boys who are so wonderful in the beginning but then seem to slip away from me. This could all be something really stupid, and I could be posting an "I take it back" blog in another week. But for right now, yea, boys suck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;OH yes, and Valentine's Day is attempting to lure me into it's trap and break my diet. Just last week it forced me to buy a box of Turtles, a bag of strawberry cream Hershey kisses, 2 mini boxes of Whitman's chocolate and 2 Reese's hearts. Ok, so Jennilee shared it with me. And a carton of Snicker's ice cream. But that's it. Today we started being anorexic. Really, I must stop eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So anyway, that's life right now. Hope I didn't put you to sleep. Unless that's what you were trying to do. In that case - screw you! JK! Here's a wonderful little quote that I ran across the other day. This is dedicated to my fellow member's of The Sexy 7 and the Quads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Friendship is like pissing your pants, everyone can see it, but only YOU can feel it's true warmth. Thanks for being the piss in my pants. ;)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20640536-113806078301387496?l=saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/feeds/113806078301387496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20640536&amp;postID=113806078301387496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113806078301387496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113806078301387496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/2006/01/updates-and-such.html' title='Updates and Such...'/><author><name>*Sara*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567432212129961580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20640536.post-113719783368316433</id><published>2006-01-13T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:17:13.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Crazy times last night guys!! Haha! The Nail just didn't see us coming! lol! Well, I'm afraid of turning into one of those bloggers that never blogs. So  you just get to hear about my eventless life at the present time, and I get to keep my spot on Quilla's links...lmao! Well, I went out with the girls last night. We hit up the Nail since we haven't been there pretty much since before initiation last semester. It was pretty fun times. We went to Ben's house after that because he called and said he had made blueberry muffings...lol! Bless his poor little heart. He didn't have a muffin pan so he decided to make a "muffin cake" HAHA! Yea, so he's no cook. But he's a lil cute nonetheless..lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, It's friday the 13th. I'm wondering if you're having extremely bad luck on normal days, if the 13th is a lucky day for you? Well, I guess it was hard to find out considering we didn't get out of bed till 2 this afternoon..lol! So yea, the car situation is looking good now. In case you didn't know, my clutch went out and I found out I needed a new catalytic converter right before Christmas, and it has been DRAMA let me tell you. So, my mom's supposed to get a new car tomorrow and I'll get to drive it till mine is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm off to get ready and head to the Kappa Dome for Whit's Bday. OH! And Turbo Jam came in yesterday, so it's time for Sara to get back in shape!!! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20640536-113719783368316433?l=saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/feeds/113719783368316433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20640536&amp;postID=113719783368316433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113719783368316433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113719783368316433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/2006/01/crazy-times.html' title='Crazy Times!'/><author><name>*Sara*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567432212129961580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20640536.post-113683389028837431</id><published>2006-01-09T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:02:09.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Too Stressed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow. That's all I have to say about the upcoming semester. Yea, so school has started back, and it's really gonna suck! I've spent the past 2 and a half years of my college experience goofing off, only taking 12hrs a semester, having so-so grades. So, this semester I'm taking 16 hrs (eww!). These 16 hrs include Spanish, Intro to Mass Communications, Intro to Broadcast Writing, Lit 202, Biology 2 and the lab. So, why am I suddenly on "College Overload" mode?! I had an epiphany the other day. You see, I'm all about being comfortable. And school has always been comfortable to me. It's like I haven't cared when I got out, because I like the routine. I've been so scared of it all being over that I don't want to give it up. So the other day I decided that I'm ready to be out. Why? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because something so much better awaits me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yea, school is great! Hanging out with friends, going to class, sorority stuff. But what about in the long run? In 10 years it won't be, "what classes am I going to take this semester" or "what do I have to do for Zeta this week" or "what are we doing thursday night" And wouldn't it be a sad lonely thing to be standing there in the end with nothing to show for those wonderful years. I realize that these will be some of the best years of my life, but I know that my life has so much more in store. Someday I'm going to be a happy person. I'm going to be successful in a wonderful career that I love, I will be married to a great guy and have a wonderful and loving family. But all of that stuff isn't just going to fall in my lap. I have to start doing something about it now. So, my goal is to graduate in 2 years. That's December of '07. Absolutely NO later than April of '08. And that's only if last minute stuff comes up. So from now on it's no life for Sara! My goal for the year was to become a healthier and happier person. To base my decisions on what is going to make me a better person. So, I"m giving a public online appology to my friends..lol! I'm sorry that I probably won't have much time to be the normal Sara..haha! It's going to be me and library - Best Buds!! So my life will now consist of: School, studying-A LOT, working out, running, eating better, and Zeta. My friends of course will be in there, but please don't be mad at me if I really suck for a while! lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS SOOOOO MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Please pray for me. It looks like I'm gonna need a lot of that! lol!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20640536-113683389028837431?l=saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/feeds/113683389028837431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20640536&amp;postID=113683389028837431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113683389028837431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113683389028837431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/2006/01/way-too-stressed.html' title='Way Too Stressed!'/><author><name>*Sara*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567432212129961580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20640536.post-113660573531671422</id><published>2006-01-06T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:48:55.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6752/2076/1600/SARA!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6752/2076/320/SARA%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;By the way, here's ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20640536-113660573531671422?l=saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/feeds/113660573531671422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20640536&amp;postID=113660573531671422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113660573531671422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113660573531671422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/2006/01/by-way-heres-me.html' title=''/><author><name>*Sara*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567432212129961580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20640536.post-113660456641185640</id><published>2006-01-06T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:29:26.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infamous Sara is FINALLY a Blogger!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, after months of Quilla trying to reel me in, and one failed attempt, I'm finally a blogger!!!  Unfortunately, I don't really have much excitement going on right now to tell you about :( Quilla tried to convince me to name my blog "Tales of the Drunken" because I have so many wonderful drunken stories. Whether of myself or my friends. God bless them all, I love them to pieces, but I've got some real winners! ;) Sadly, I'm trying out this new health kick, so alcohol was the first to go. It's sooo fat! (Quilla, I realize that you are falling out of your chair in laughter and unbelief right now. Shut up.) So yea, I'm definately working on looking better in that bikini for Spring Break. Or possibly a trip to Orlando ;) Well anyway, sorry to bore you guys to death. I'm sure I'll think of some funny stories to add later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20640536-113660456641185640?l=saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/feeds/113660456641185640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20640536&amp;postID=113660456641185640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113660456641185640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20640536/posts/default/113660456641185640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraelizabethvinson.blogspot.com/2006/01/infamous-sara-is-finally-blogger.html' title='The Infamous Sara is FINALLY a Blogger!!'/><author><name>*Sara*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567432212129961580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
