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I was famous once.

Well, "famous" and "moderately known" being interchangeable titles.

I was 14 years of age, and I LOVED cartoons. I could quote Fairly OddParents, Spongebob, Jimmy Neutron, and anything else Nick-ity like a pro.

So one day, I went on the Nickelodeon website and found out that they had message boards about each show! SO exciting. (Remember, 14)

And there were these people who wrote "fan-fictions" about each show. Like, writing a story but using the characters/settings etc. from the show itself. You post a chapter every few days so it's like a TV series.

I fancied myself a writer already so I thought "COOOOOL I can do that!"

So I did.

It was titled "Detention of Disaster" and it stayed on the boards for over two years. I'm pretty sure it was in the race for longest running fanfic...even AFTER I ended it.

I went back and read it the other day...

I was definitely 14 when I wrote it.

But despite it's cheesiness, it was actually pretty good. I would link to it if I could, but they changed everything on the Nick site a long time ago and got rid of everything and started over. Maybe I'll copy and paste some later when I find it on my family computer...

But there is a point to this rant! I've kinda been thinking about writing another story like that. Not a fanfic about a cartoon (God save us all) but an actual story. Novel. Epic. Something.

I loved just writing each chapter with no laborious pre-thought, because it's always a lot more natural that way. And you can also make each chapter super intense (something you can't do when you read a whole story at once, since that would be overkill).

So ya!! Now I'm going to ask something of you! Do you have ideas? Suggestions? Anything you have always wanted to read but never have? A cool character name? A cool plotline? A cool anything?

Not saying that I'll do this right away, probably during the school year once I've thought it over and I have more time.

Love you!

Leave the Scattered Ashes

SO by popular request I'll be posting some of my poetry!

(And by popular, I mean two people asked me)

So here ya go. To make up for my emo post a while ago, I'll post something that's still, well emo. But it shows a lot of how I think.

I enjoy poetry a lot.

I never spend more than ten minutes on any poem.

So ya. Enjoy!

Leave the Scattered Ashes

Leave the scattered ashes.

The fire danced and twisted with light,

Burning and shaping its captured.

Enraptured.

Now, there is nothing left to find.

No spark survives in dust.

A soft wind comes and stirs up the place

Where the fire once had

Danced.

A thing living, without life of its own to speak of.

Now dead, but not gone.

Simply grey petals, fragile.

Don’t reach out to try and hide, or sweep away.

Leave them, just leave them.

A tribute for the unbounded

That was, that once was.

Ever ruined what could have been an epic friendship by pursuing a relationship?

I have.

And just let me tell you...

It sucks.

That's all I got tonight folks.

Da Fluffy Stuff

Hyello.

So, I've been thinking. I'm thinking that I think I've just been psyching myself up for writing (I mean thinking) about the real stuff that's on my mind...

Basically, I've been writing floofyness because I haven't really been able to verbalize what's really been on my mind.

Ironically, that is what's on my mind.

Through all of my observations of life, I've noticed that portraying yourself as a big puffy marshmallow person is a heck of a lot easier than showing your true "crappy" self.

Marshmallows are just air and sugar--Marshmallow people strive to portray much of the same about themselves.

Sweetness, happiness, perfection...Every cool marshmallow has it all under control.

There are no such things as struggles for Mallows.

And this bothers me.

The trouble with portraying yourself as fluffy and perfect is simply this--every marshmallow will squish when it's stepped on. They shape and smoosh into anything that anyone wants them to be, and they have no form of their own to cling to when they are put under pressure.

And we aren't truly puffs of sugar anyway...

We are piles of crap!

(This is where you giggle)

No but seriously. Think about it...being your true self always wins out over portraying yourself as perfect. (I'm especially bothered by the appearance of marshmallows in Christian environments, where we are called to help each other through our struggles.)

CRAP VS. MARSHMALLOWS:

Scenario #1: SHOES

Marshmallow squishes into round pancake-like form.

Crap hangs on like heck and never lets go! Even when removed, leaves behind victorious odor in the air, reminding the world that crap still survives!

Scenario #2 SUN

Marshmallow melts.

Crap stinks to high heaven, reminding the world that adversity only inspires it to pursue it's true identity from a higher source!

Scenario #3 CAMPFIRE

Marshmallow lights on fire.

Crap...........eww...

Some of these may be stretching the truth, but you get my point. Right?

People are well, people. We have struggles, go through trying times, feel like the world is caving in on us...we are not perfect. Why should we try to portray we are?

Now, I'm not saying go and tell everyone every sin you've ever committed.

No, just I'm just talking about living honestly.

Not being afraid to reach out for others to hang on to during the tough spots. Not being afraid to say when you've messed up.

Just be...you.

**disclaimer: All blogs will be lessons I'm in the process of learning. Enddisclaimer**

I love all you piles of crap...I mean people. I think each of you is SO incredibly wonderful and unique. Keep being you.

K that's all my thoughts on stuff tonight.

POWER TO THE CRAP!!

Weird analogies are my trademark.

The Awkward Second Blog

Good morning, all!

I wonder sometimes if I should actually address anyone listening, or if I should pretend like I'm talking to myself. I mean, I'm new to this whole "Bloggity" thing.

Cuz hey, if you're like me, you hate blogs. Especially long ones...long BORING ones.

Or ones about Twilight.

**gag**

I've come up with some reasons why people write blogs:

1) They are lonely and just want someone to listen.

2) They are bored and need something to do.

3) They want to be famous/meet someone famous and dream about someone "discovering" their blog so they can find the aforementioned fame.

4) They really want to talk to a certain person but they don't have the courage, so they send subtle blog messages hoping that "they" are reading. (This also works well for Facebook statuses.)

5) They hate blogging, and blog out of spitefulness.

6) They are going on a journey (literally or figuratively)

7) They actually have something worthwhile to say.

I'll let you decide which one applies to me... (hint, it's not #5, despite this rant).

But from all my musings on blogs, I've discovered that blogging falls into the category that everything else always does.

We just want to be loved. Be recognized. Be remembered. Be special.

I've thought a lot about that.

I've thought a lot about a lot of things actually...

Maybe I think too much.

LALALALALA now I'm leading into other topics that I'll post about later.

Git Ready.

Only a chosen few know how deep my soul runs behind these mirrors.

Now this is too long, and I bet you skimmed most of it cause it looked too daunting...but I love you anyway!

And I don't blame you, psh I hate long blogs.

So the Saga Begins...

I hate blogging.

I think the only reason I'm actually typing these words into this little box is this:

I figure no one will actually read it.

I mean really, who reads blogs? Unless it's for a good cause, or to support someone, or it's fantastically interesting, no one reads them.

BUT. I'm writing a blog...because I've decided there needs to be a place where there can be total honesty.

Vulnerability.

A place to wrestle with thoughts, dreams, hopes.

A place for a writer to be an artist.

Maybe there will be someone, somewhere out there, who sees life in vibrant colors too.

So uh, here I am!

Welcome to the mind of Sarah Elizabeth. Pull up a chair, make yourself at home! Cause I've learned a lot in this lil life. And I'm gonna share it here.

In a blog.

Odd...

I hate blogging.