nobody puts baby in the corn.


And this.

And these.

But mostly this.

I bet you all think a corn maze {I would make the maize joke again, but I feel like once is too many times} is as country as it comes {which it is}. And I, being city-bound-ASAP, am instantly revolted by anything with even the slightest hickish twinge {which I am}.

But for some reason, our trip to Gary's Berries was one of the best times I've had this year. 

So yeah, Jenna and I didn't win the corn maze race {although we won the first 2/3 of it, which I feel is significant enough to mention}. And yeah, I did almost cry during the pig race {yes, I watched a pig race, don't shun me} when I realized that the cute little piggies running around in their pen probably didn't want to be running around that late at night and were most likely going to be butchered in a year or two anyway once they've exhausted their cuteness quotient. 

Of course, a visit after that to the non-slaughterable tiny bunny village cheered me up a measurable amount.

But in spite of that, Gary's Berries was a well-needed break from our everyday routine.

No matter how old they are, everyone is instantly gripped by this dual childlike fear/excitement as soon as they enter a corn maze at night. Wandering around lost in the dark and the cold with corn stalks pressing in at you from all sides... It's almost like being in a horror movie. There's nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. And on the far outskirts of the maze, there is no one to hear you scream.

Okay, so it's not that dramatic, but it feels like it if you're in the right mood. And Jenna and I had a blast running in our not-made-for-running-in-the-dirt boots, spooking ourselves and trying to find our way out the maze before the other five could. And we were SO close, but right at the end we made a wrong turn and ended up wandering around lost for the next fifteen minutes. But otherwise, we so would have won
Just saying.

And besides that, there were also delicious cups of apple cider slushies and Goat Mountain. Yes, you read that right. Goat Mountain. Okay, so it's more like Goat Decent-Sized-Pile-Of-Rocks, but still. Who doesn't like to feed adorable little billy goats? Only cold, heartless, evil people, that's who. 
And I am none of those things.

Also, planking? Enough said.

guys, i suck.

It's true.

I say I'm going to post about my weekend and the pumpkin-carving extravaganza with my lovely [and handsome] roomies and then I don't. I know, I know, this makes me a terrible blogger {bloggist?? A no-good bloggaurd?? Anyone?}. But there are two main reasons why I have not.

1) I do not have any time to think or breathe {let alone blog} in between all my homework/work/sleeping {because, yes, I am fighting off an oncoming bug, and I'm really really hoping I win before it overtakes me completely... so I've been sleeping an inordinate amount during the last few days}. I'm just going to go ahead and say that the next two/three weeks are going to be absolutely miserable {paper after project after paper due all within days of each other}, and I will probably not have much time to write. Let's be real, I don't actually have time now, but I thought I'd get in a quick post just to let you all know what's up.

2) Also, we didn't actually partake in the planned pumpkin-carving extravaganza last weekend. Not to say it won't happen {BECAUSE IT WILL}, but it may not be until this weekend... Or after... But I will be carving my sexy-Spike-face pumpkin as soon as I can.

However, I did go to a corn maze {maize? haha} last weekend, which was actually a blast. I'll try to get a short post up about that later tonight instead of studying for my test tomorrow. 

Because I know where my priorities lie.

However, after that, I will probably be taking a short break.

Unless something really exciting/blogable happens.

So let's just say I will probably be taking a short break...

But I promise, you guys {for real this time}: once the Christmas holidays come, I will have nothing to do but write post after post until you're sick of me. Okay, I'll admit, that may happen sooner than I'd like.

So for now, au revoir, mes amis!


mishmash and hodgepodge

So I'm just sitting here in the Kansan newsroom wasting my time because I currently have no stories to edit.*

And then I realized, hey, I don't have to be wasting time! I can talk to myself (and possibly a few other people) on Blogger!

I have pre-planned blog posts that I'm going to add this week, but right now I don't have any pictures, so I'll just give you a quick update on the crazy goings-on that make up my crazy life. 
Get ready. 


On Monday, it rained. And I discovered that my one pair of rainboots had a hole. Which completely defeats the purpose of rainboots in general. It's strange how one small hole can negate their entire purpose for being. Really makes you think about your own life, doesn't it? {Yes, this is me mocking my usual random existential rants. Sorry about those, guys. Also, is "rainboots" one word? Blogger tells me no. But I say, bite me Blogger. It is one word if I say it is."} So here's my issue, blog friends. I need new rainboots to splash around in English puddles. And I really really want to get a pair of Wellingtons. Like, really really bad. But they are pretty expensive {$125}, and I'm a starving college student who can barely afford to feed herself as it is. So should I splurge? Is it worth it? Help me, because I am completely incompetent of making a clothes-buying decision by myself. Or, to be realistic, I always need people's advice before buying something, but I usually end up doing what I want anyway. Which kind of defeats the purpose. 
But whatever.

Also, can I just say how much I love Halloween? Because I do. A lot. I've been planning to be Velma {from Scooby-Doo} all year now. I bought this hideous orange sweater a few years ago {something must have been wrong with the mirror in the dressing rooms, because that sweater makes me look like a pumpkin, but it's perfect for Velma, isn't it?}   So I was super excited about my costume, but now my friends want to go clubbing for Halloween, and my Velma costume is not exactly conducive for that sort of environment. Anybody have any other suggestions for an quick {AND INEXPENSIVE} costume for me? I'm not giving up on Velma just yet, but I'd like to have a backup. 

Boo Time

This weekend my roommates and I are carving pumpkins {Check. This. Out.} and watching Halloween movies, which brings me to the best part about Halloween: Hocus Pocus. Don't even try to disagree with me, guys. You know you love it. I'll put up pictures of the festivities later, perhaps Sunday.

And, by the way, I found a DELICIOUS recipe for apple dumplings to bring to my newspaper pot luck tonight. I'm telling you guys, they're like melt-in-your-mouth good. They're like sell-your-first-born-child-for-the-last-dumpling good. And they're super easy to make {and super cheap too, which, as previously stated, is a biggie for me}. Just don't think about the cups of butter and sugar you've poured on top while you're eating in them. 
It's better to keep yourself in the dark.

Just to let you guys know, I have a ridiculous amount of work due between now and the first week of November, so I can't promise a lot of posts between then and now. I'll do my best. But school should die down a bit in the middle of November. 
Just in time for finals the first week of December.
Oh, dear.

I can't believe the semester is more than half over.


Now that I've wasted your time saying absolutely nothing of importance, I think I'll get back to not working. I'm so full of pot-luck food right now that I can barely breathe. I really just want to roll around on the floor and moan. But I think my coworkers may be a little put off by that. 

I miss blogging.
I miss you guys.
I'm ready for winter break.
And I'm ready for next semester, when I'll actually have a life to talk about.
Hope you're being more productive than me, my dears!

*Yeah, by the way, I'm a copy editor on my campus newspaper this semester. And I get to work an 8 hour shift on Wednesday night. After 7 hours of classes/work during the day... Big. Fun.


it's not like i was worried or anything, but...

Leicester England 19th November 2008

Well, guys.

It's official.

At exactly 4:59 p.m. this afternoon I received a letter welcoming me into the Leicester study abroad program.


Yes, I literally just made that sound out loud. Attractive, no?

Oh dear, I have so many preparations to take care of in the next few months {Mainly budgeting. This trip is not going to pay for itself}.

But I'm not going to think about that tonight. Tonight, all I want to do is picture myself taking a leisurely stroll down this adorable river promenade with my scarf and my wellies and a camera in hand

I am so delighted right now I'm practically floating.

Cheerio, my dears! Hope you're having a jolly good week. Pip pip!

I'll admit it. I am almost as excited to brush up on my English slang as I am to actual visit the country.


there i knew it would be all right, that everything would be all right.

Ben Gibbard is a god. 

A real holier-than-thou, trumpeting angels, clouds-opening-up-to-let-rays-of-sunlight-bathe-the-earth-in-a-golden-glow deity. And I must say, if by any definition I didn't before, I am now officially worshipping the ground he walks upon.

The concert lasted for two hours. TWO HOURS. And that's not including the opening band. Seriously, I kept thinking, there's no way he can keep this unbelievable symphony going an hour, an hour and a half, and hour and three quarters... But he just kept going. It was the most fantastic thing I've ever seen.

Of course, there were a few complaints {honestly, Sarah, you can't ever fully enjoy anything}, although nothing about Death Cab themselves:

1) Beach balls. The most obnoxious concert trend ever. And in a crowd of hundreds of people, how is it that I managed to be hit in the head by the bouncing monstrosity three times??? People, come on. DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE IS NOT THE TYPE OF BAND WHERE YOU TOSS AROUND FREAKING RAINBOW-STRIPED, BLOW-UP BEACH BALLS. Death Cab's music is art, it is pure unadulterated talent. It is not some pop-trash Top 40

2) Death Cab is also not the type of band that should allow douchebags and/or tools to enter its hallowed ground. Especially the two toolish douchebags who chose to stand directly in front of me and mock the band and the crowd the entire concert. WHY WERE YOU EVEN THERE, TOOLISH DOUCHEBAGS? WHY??? 

Okay, now for the amazing parts {which I promise way outweighed the bad things}:

1) Ben Gibbard himself. And the fact that he sang almost all of my favorite songs {and let me tell you, I have a lot of favorite songs}. I feel a little terrible, because Death Cab is made up of more than just Ben Gibbard, but sometimes that's easy to forget since the man can play every instrument known to man {and by every instrument I mean the piano, guitar, drums, maracas, and some other cool shaky thing whose name I do not know}. To be honest, I don't know any of the other band members' names. Which is awful. But like I said before, Ben Gibbard is a complete god, and the other band members are kind of washed out in the wake of his glory. 

The man is just wonderful. I mean, I knew that before {because I'd only listened to his voice for probably a grand total of a thousand hours or so}. But seeing him live... Mind blown. Literally {well, not literally}. Couldn't think straight for hours, I was so drunk on his singing. Ben Gibbard's voice takes me back to my first discovery of Death Cab. It was fall, and the leaves were brilliant and the cider was warm and I was so content with my life

There's just something so comforting in feeling that way again, for the world to feel warm and safe and bursting with possibility. Even if just for a moment. And Ben Gibbard gave me two hours of it. I reiterate, he is a god.

2) The weather was cool and crisp, the sky a perfect inky black. I think the stars themselves were twinkling in delight of the evening rhapsody. 

I love sweater weather.

3) To the man who shouted "I want to have your children" at Ben Gibbard in the middle of the concert: 
You and me both, pal. 
You and me both.

4) The obscenely drunk man screaming obscenities at us after the concert because we weren't clapping hard enough to warrant an encore. This could have fallen on the cons list, but because he was so hilarious {and so very very right}, he definitely made the pros.

Nevertheless, after about three minutes of applauding and cheering, Death Cab came back on and played for another fifteen...

5) Grapevine Fires. One of my favorite songs in the world. And exactly the song I needed to hear last Monday. It was a promise to me that, though things might seem a little like "the end of days" right now, it wouldn't be like this forever.

"There I knew it would be all right,
That everything would be all right..."

It's only a matter of time.

Thank you, Death Cab, for a perfect evening just when I needed it the most. It's not a night I will soon forget.

So I think I can cross #4 off The List. And might I add that this is going to be a big year for my list.

Oh, the possibilities...

I can't wait.


what can i say?


It's been a long week. 

Paper's suck.

And yes, I'm really in the wrong major to be saying that. 

Thankfully, it's over now, and I think I'll just forget everything about this week ever happened. Luckily, I have a concert tomorrow to look forward to.

Ah, Death Cab. 

It's going to be a good night.

This is short post, I know. Just wanted to check in. Hope everyone is well. I'll definitely be updating very soon, but until then, have a good week and happy fall!


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