I have been blogging on and off since 2001. I started with livejournal when I was a freshman in high school. My readers were primarily my sister and my closest friends. I decided recently to look through some old posts and this is pretty much my reaction:
1. How the heck was anyone able read what I had to say? I just talked and talked and talked. I talked about my days for the most part, going into details on what happened. Really Sara, nobody needs to know about your days by the hour, it's good to let people fill in the blanks.
2. I complained so much about my crap car (a PURPLE Chevrolet Cavalier 94). Now that I look back, I actually had a lot of amazing memories involving that car. Yes, it had its moments where it was not drivable and I had to walk a couple miles to home because nobody was answering my phone. I've stopped taking things for granted. At least I had a car of my own until I went to college.
3. I also complained a bit too much about issues with my parents - probably because we fought more and I got grounded at least once a month. Even when I turned 18. While I still resent all those times I got grounded, I appreciate my parents much MUCH more now. Even my mother admitted to me awhile ago that she loves me more because I finally "grew up". That's how big of a PITA (pain in the ass) I was apparently.
4. Until I got a job at Michael's at the beginning of my senior year, I must have mentioned at least every five posts that I need to get a job or that I'm looking around for one. I don't think I even tried that hard either.
5. Aside from my many moments of too much talking or complaining, I did have some passionate moments where I was very poetic or told stories in a sweet way. Like this for example (with some editing :X).
Written August 13, 2003 (at age 17)
You know how kids can get free meals at different restaurants if they're at a certain age or below. I was thinking about how a younger friend was considering pretending that she was ten when she was really thirteen, so she could get a free meal at a Mexican restaurant we went to. She decided not to after all. I remember when I didn't like doing that back when I was younger. For example, when I was fourteen, I went out to a restaurant with my family where they had free meals for kids age 12 and below. I looked younger at the time, considering that I was late in puberty, plus I dressed 'younger' (most of my friends were at least a year younger). My parents took the advantage of telling the waiter that I was twelve, so I could get the free meal and save money. I actually disliked it. I wanted to be 'grown-up'. Money wasn't important to me at the time. I felt like it didn't matter since my sister got the adult meal. It bothered me. I usually followed in my sister's footstep, trying to be more like her, and I wanted to be more adult like her too (even though she wasn't a full two years older than me). I don't do that anymore. I do look up to her and admire her; she has taught me a lot.
I also remember a time when I was little and I had an obsession with dalmations. I still love them, but I'm not as kooky over them as I was before. There was this one time when my dad had brought home a picture of a few pups that could be adopted for about a hundred bucks. So then, I begged that we get a dalmatian, and give it a cheesy name such as Spot or Oreo, etc. To my dismay, I was turned down. However, my father did tell me that we could get it, only if I paid. He knew I didn't have the money, so he didn't have to worry. But I thought I did have the money. So I did the stupidest thing. I got out my piggy bank (except it wasn't a pig) and counted out 100 pennies. (Yes, you heard right, 100 freakin' pennies!) I was probably only five or six years old and had no concept of money.
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Posts like these have made me smile and appreciate things all over again. I know in the future, I will probably share some old posts again that I appreciate most, especially if I don't have the urge to write.
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