Timpview D.CO 10-11

oh hey. we're d.co.

i spy with my little eye... chantelle, hannah, mandy, brooke, yours truly, chris, megs, lindsey, amy, fro, blayke, lindsay, jay, joce, savannah, aubs, chelsay, naomi, lindsay.


second time's a charm.

strike a pose.

HSM on crack... basically.

you gotta love the up close and personal shots.

sophomores.

juniors.

seniors.

2011. loud and proud.

beautiful girls.

the mug in the microwave

Mama and I on a foggy day in London town in 2006

I woke up from my nap today absoultely starving. (Which is strange because last night, I shared a 50 piece chicken mcnugget combo from McDonalds... with three other people, but still.) So I looked in the fridge and found a vegetable dish thing-a-ma-wonder that we had for dinner the other night, got it out, put it in a bowl, opened the microwave and there it was. A mug in the microwave. It may not seem like anything to you, but let me tell you the story behind it...

That mug in the microwave belongs to my Mother dear. I presume it was going to be used for hot chocolate but it never made it to the hot chocolate powder part. And would you like to know why? I can only make assumptions from previous mug in the microwave incidents but it is that my Mom got preoocuppied with something else. And I can guarantee you it was not something to do with herself. It was probably tending to my sick sister or writing my other sister a letter. Or maybe it was cleaning my room, that's right, my room. Sometimes she does that as a little surprise for me and it always makes me jump for joy. Literally. But the point is that I can promise you she did not forget her mug in the microwave because her favorite TV show was on, or she decided to paint her nails. It was most certainly for selfless purposes and for that, I am forever grateful to my Mom.

Mom, I love you so much and can only hope to be half as amazing as you one day.

Ps. Your mug is still in the microwave.

I don't know exactly how to say it.

It was the dreaded class period yesterday in which we recieved our school pictures that had been taken a few weeks before. And ladies and gentlemen, here is my last school picture EVER.

I made an observation though and I don't know exactly how to say it. But I shall try: I don't think I exactly look.... caucasian. Which is absoultely fine, I don't mind! But I'm just sayin....

I'm playing Antonia in Man of La Mancha for my school's musical and I think I am begininning to understand why....

Yesterday's Change

What did I change yesterday? I bet your dying to know!!! Any guesses? No it was not my hair color or new clothes-- you have to go shopping for that which I haven't had time to do in a century.

Drum roll please... yesterday's change was... my homework! Pretty exciting, huh? I actually came home and did that first. I didn't stop at the pantry first or loose myself on facebook, I actually cracked down on my math. And it felt good. False, it felt great. Unfortunately I have mastered the art of procrastination of the years and I don't know why. It stresses me out MAJOR but I always seem to do it.

Procrastination... check.

I wish! I know I still need to keep working on it but I'm getting there. No judging now.

And for today's change? Well you'll just have to wait and see til next time. And until that next time, take care.

Always, Sasha Beth

(random picture for the post because I was once told, 'a post without pictures is boring.' so here.) D.co reunion at the homecoming half time. Love those girls. ps. maybe my next change should be my posture. Oh my heavens I'm cringing right now.

Starting Now.

When I got home this evening, I decided some things needed to change.
And they're going to.
Starting now.
With the new blog design.
More changes coming tomorrow.
I'm excited.
It feels like the start of a new year... except it's definitely not.
It's already September.
I love 'ber' months.

Junior Dancers Clinic

This past Saturday I spent the hours from 8:15-4:45 at my high school. First of all, I absoultely detest spending my Saturday at school. Second of all, I was with little girls ages 4-13... I'm never having children. I KID, I KID! But seriously, my poor parents had three girls who all went through the age of 4-13... I don't know how they did it! I was about ready to pull my hair out after a few hours.

Ahhh to be completely honest, it was a good experience. However, I am grateful it is over.

cat woman... in a good way.

Homecoming in a Nutshell. On my mark... Get set... Go!

Exactly one week ago I went to the one and only Homecoming dance, 'A Night in Paris'. (There was French music playing as we walked into the dance and everything.... It was from Ratatouille but still.)

The day date was definitely what I would call a success. There were about 9 or so couple and we played games at the park. My date Daniel and I put a little spin on each one to liven it up a bit. My favorite game we invented was three-legged kickball. It's very dangerous. Especially when your partner is 6'8.... but we all survived so don't you worry! I invite you all to try it sometime.

After the park we went to the local grocery store and got 'Kong Cones'. As in King Kong. As in a gallon of ice cream for $1.89. As in I still can't believe I ate most of it. And I'm pretty sure I would have eaten the whole thing if I didn't smash it in Daniel's face... Sorry Daniel! Except now that I think about it, I'm not very sorry because he smashed it back!!!! In my hair!!!!

I got ready in ONE hour. That includes an unscheduled shower (thank you sticky ice-cream hair) make up and hair. Boom. Roasted. ps A special thank you to my dear sister, Keke for helping me! You are a life saver!

Dinner was at Los Hermanos. I couln't decide what to get so I got what they call a 'sampler'. Now this is a new concept to me. It has a little bit of everything!!! Oh my stars it was amazing! And for dessert we had churros which tasted like Disneyland churros. I give Los Hermanos about oh, say.... 22 stars.

At the dance we decided to do pictures first. But here's the thing. Daniel and I wanted an epic picture so we decided that he was going to jump into my arms as opposed to how it's normally done, visa versa. However, I forgot he was 6'8 and kind of a beast. So on the count of 3 he jumped into my arms and HELLO FLOOR! We crashed to the ground. It was real. It was fun. It was real fun. (We ended up having the photographer pose us and he made me pull his tie and pop my hip. It sounds dumb but that was better than his initial idea. I won't go into detail but it involves me biting his tie. Wha?!?! Yes, no thank you.)

After pictures we crazy danced. Party. Oh and I got told I looked like Cat Woman... 'in a good way.'

And that my friends, was homecoming in a nutshell.

Thank you so much Daniel for a fabulous time!

Watermelon Matter

Once upon a time, I got asked to homecoming by a British chap named Daniel. He and I became friends last year in English. I would talk to him in a British accent and he would talk back to me in a heavier British accent. I'm sure we sounded absolutely ridiculous but it was a party and you can't mess with that.

He asked me using a bag of jolly ranchers and a sign that said, 'It would be "jolly good" if you went to the dance with me." Clever, eh? And inside one of the jolly ranchers was his name. So I decided I needed to answer back with a British saying as well. I decided to do this by writing a note that said, "It would be 'smashing' to go to homecoming with you" and the plan was to put the note inside a smashed watermelon on his porch. It sounds easy enough, right? Wrong.

First of all, I parked the car in an awkard place because his house is in an awkard type corner so I knew getaway was going to be pretty tricky. Second, he has censor lights and huge windows. That was difficult to get around.

So when I get to his doorstep, I place the watermelon on his front door step and lightly swing the hammer onto the watermelon... but nothing happens. So this next time, I take the hammer and swing with all my might and KABOOM! Watermelon goes flying everywhere. It is on his door, his steps, his plants, my clothes.... it was a juicy one. So in a panic, I quickly rang the doorbell, sprinted to the car and drove away like the wind!

That night I found watermelon matter in my hair. Cute.

WE. WANT. NAMES.

Once upon a time... I went to the John Mayer concert with my Keke, Stu, and Curtis. It was INCREDIBLE. Oh my goodness, I have never been so happy in my life! Honestly, I couldn't contain myself when John Mayer came out on stage, I just couldn't.


Here are a few things I noticed about this magical night...
The place where the concert was, was quite difficult to find... We got lost once. Or twice. Or three times...but it was a party in the car so that's alright with me.
Stuart has empty legs.
I have never seen such bright green relish. Yum....
Owl City's backup singer sounds like she is five years old. That's fine... but I'm just sayin.
Not many people know the right words to 'Firefly'. Me included.
John Mayer is one of those artists who sounds better live then he does on his CD's. Wow.
John Mayer believes he can dress like a hybrid karate kid.
John Mayer was a little wasted.
I Want Names. (Okay, okay. I'm sure many of you have heard about this little phrase and are rather confused. Let me explain: Johnny boy was giving us in the audience a little talk about life. And he told us he was going to tell us his life's philosophy. I was expecting something groundbreaking and epic. However, it turned out to be three little words, "I Want Names." Apparently this means that if someone or something is giving you a hard time, you say, "I want names" and nine times out of ten, no one can give you names. So you can just go about your business and no one cares! Thank you for that JM.)
'Slow Dancing in a Burning Room'? Best. Song. In the entire history of the universe. I got goosebumps. Major.
I'm ticklish.
When going to a concert at USANA, you may be stuck in the parking lot for an hour.
Before getting on the freeway to drive home, Carl's Jr is a must.
In case you are planning on going to a John Mayer concert at USANA any time soon, you should probably know that two out of four atendees will fall asleep on the way home. (And it wasn't these two girls in the following picture...)


One of the best parts of the concert were JM's jam sessions. They were absolutely incredible. He is an under rated guitarist, if I do say so myself. Everyone just focusses on his butter melting voice BUT his musican prodige skills are rather fantastic! Please check out THIS video recorded from the night I attended of him jammin' with his band buddy. It's incredible... Katie even cried. (HAHAHAHA shhh don't tell her I told you!)

In conclusion, I would like to thank my dear parentals for allowing us to go, my dear friends for accompanying me, and of course, John Mayer himself for giving us an absoulutely wonderful concert. I love you all.