a (holi)day in the life of Sarah (when she’s left to her own devices)

Yes, it’s true, it’s only July 3rd, and not really a holiday, but for me, it’s my holiday. My job requires me to work practically all day on the 4th, and seeing as we put the paper together a day early, I had no work to do today. I also had nothing to do. This post is about what I did when I had nothing to do. Terribly interesting, I know, but I feel like being lazy and writing instead of going for a hike or cleaning. So when I have nothing else to write about, this is what you get: a spectacular day in the life of a spectacularly uneventful day.

I woke up this morning after a hefty 11 hours of sleep. I credit this insane amount of sleep not only to the day off, but also to the enormous (and incredibly cheesy) meal I ate last night when I hung out with my brand new friend Paige. Not only did I finish an entire appetizer and meal, but I also managed to squeeze down what Paige couldn’t of hers. This explains the massive overnight food coma that followed.

This morning, after writing emails and putzing online, I decided Baby needed another haircut. I’ve been meaning to get her shaved in the lion cut, but I guess you can’t get a pet groomed without all their paperwork (which I do not have). So I gave her another haircut myself, and now the back half of her body is nearly bald while the front has a full coat and a pseudo-mohawk lines her spine. It’s hilarious.

Then I received many unexpected phone calls in a row… one of which was from my favorite fellow informing me of how I still made the Jackson paper (even if only in a photo reprints ad) nearly a year after I left. This pleases me, because I heard it through the grapevine that two of my photos ran in the Deseret Morning News earlier this week. I thoroughly enjoy it when my name still graces the pages of papers I used to (but no longer) work for. The best was when I made the front page of the sports section last month.

Then I decided it was time to get out of the house. I went to the bank to pick up some cash to pay rent. When I exited the bank, $500 richer, I found the car next to me parked way too close to me for me to open my door. I crawl in through my passenger seat and the young girl in the passenger seat of the sardine-can parker apologizes profusely through our closed windows.

Then it struck me that I have not gone to see a movie, outside the library, in far too long. Usually I don’t want to see anything playing, but not this time… because this time, the new Pixar movie Ratatouille was playing. From the minute I first heard of this movie, I knew I had to see it, because my darling pet rat (who I had put down last month) was named Ratatouille Ratone. While watching our animated rat hero toss together gourmet meals, I dined on popcorn and Raisinets in a crowded theater that suddenly felt much more crowded when the two teenagers next to me decided to start making out. Thankfully, just as I was about to yell at them, they got up and left (probably to go fornicate in the bathroom).

Afterward, I headed to the library to re-check out (not renew) a few books on nutrition, climbing, and trail running. I also added a few new books to the bunch… an animal track guide, a book about dwarves, and one about a lady who stalks her dog to uncover his secret life. I return home.

I waste more time online and create a Simpsons avatar of myself. Though the hair is a bit more voluminous than mine, between the blue shoes and the black pants, I’d say I got myself pretty spot on. Also note the obviously vegetarian-inspired T-shirt.

Then I started typing this as I sipped on a glorious 90 Shilling that my roommate recently imported illegally for me from Colorado. I do not understand Utah and their retarded liquor laws. They do not care about there being alcohol here, only that they get money from obscene taxes on it. My roommate got pulled over on her way back from Colorado, two cases of beer and a huge bottle of vodka in tow. Luckily, her importing scheme was not discovered and I am able to sit here drinking this delicious brew.

Then my platonic soulmate decided to finally grace me with her telephone presence after two whole weeks of ignoring my requests for contact. We talked about everything we usually do, which is not at all ever going to be posted on this blog…. though at some point might possibly be made public. See, the past several years, the two of us have rarely ever lived in the same place, and we have emailed our lives to each other (when we aren’t discussing it via telephone). We have grown so much in this time and these emails reflect our evolution in hilarious, heart-breaking, and beautiful ways. Not a bad idea for a book, is it? Look for it in a few years. Names will be changed to protect the innocent (though assholes we’ve met along the way just might be fully disclosed).

And now it’s 10 p.m. and I should probably hit the sack because a busy Fourth of July awaits me in the morning. Parades, and rodeos, and picnics, oh my!

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