  urlLink Tis the leap year and nothing has changed. Oh the joys of Sunday. When I get to figure out how to record for band auditions, get better (damn cold) and take a bath! Mmm, baths. I liked the comic above b/c it made me laugh. Plus I'm still trying to figure out how this whole blog thing works.
I think I'm gonna end up recording tomorrow during 2nd or 3rd hour b/c my c.d. players all suck. We have 3 in the house and none of them record. i don't mind...thats one more day of practicing. In other news, I think I have gotten all traces of the ex-boyfriend person out of my house. It felt really great ripping pages out of a journal that had to do with him.
Hey, it was a perfectly good journal...and I'm always pressed for journals. Anyways, among other things, a frame he got me has been inserted with a picture of another guy! Woohoo. Go me. And I should just burn that candle and get it over with. I'm off to take a long bath...maybe two hours if I'm lucky.
Gotta find a paper for AP English too. I think I'll submit this one... Sarah the “Princess” My name, though overused and common, is special. I can walk down the hall and hear my name as five other girls turn around at the same time. There are so many of us, but we all have different meanings in our names specific to ourselves. To me, Sarah is my parent’s first child. She is an honor roll student.
She is the girl who achieves what she wants. When I was born, my parents had three names picked out for their newborn child. Sarah wasn’t one of them. I could have been a Kathleen, Abigail or Maria. When I was finally there, in front of their eyes, Kathleen and Abigail seemed too long for such a tiny baby. Maria was considered, but then discarded because a suitable middle name could not be found.
Sarah was then thought up as a soft, delicate name. Three days after my birth, Sarah Marie was chosen. In the Hebrew language, Sarah means “princess”. Sarah is also mentioned in the Bible. She is the wife of Abraham. She gives birth to a son named Isaac at the age of 90.
She was not a princess. Neither are the hundreds of other Sarah’s throughout the world. For the large number of us named Sarah, we are collectively meant as princesses. What about us as individuals? Some are rich, some are poor, while others, like Sarah in The Little Princess are princesses in their minds eye. Over the years, I have wanted to change my name countless times.
I wanted something exotic and different, something no one else had, so I could be different from everyone else. I now know that I make myself different, not my name. Though my name has been regretted in the past, now I accept it as who I am and who I will become. 
