The Adventure of Chicken Nuggets and Cheese!! (Creativity Class Online Summer 2011)



I chose to do the grocery store activity and I think that this proves that all writers are a bit disturbed because as I walked through the aisles at Walmart, I imagined a conversation between cheese and frozen chicken nuggets. Here is what I thought the conversation would consist of (and here is where my sanity flies out the window. J)

**A package of cheese slices and a package of frozen chicken nuggets are sitting together in the grocery basket; all is quiet between them until the owner leaves said basket for a few brief moments.**

Cheese: Hey, Tyson Chicken Nuggets

 Chicken Nuggets: Hiya, delicious cheese snack!

 Cheese: How are you?

 Chicken Nuggets: Just peachy. How goes you?

 Cheese: Peachy. Sounds yummy..but I’m okay.

 **awkward silence**

 Chicken Nuggets: Oh, hey!! Check it! We have a rich owner!! She’s carrying the newest Coach bag!!

 Cheese: Uhh…Hello!!!!!!!!! I get that since you’re now a frozen snack, you aren’t very bright since any chicken in its right mind would have run away to a sunny farm somewhere but NEWS FLASH!! The ‘rich owners’ are taking us home and we will eventually become their dinner.

 Chicken Nuggets: Oh..Yeah, that’s a problem.

 Cheese: Ya. Think?!!

 **Another awkward silence as the owner returns**

 **At the check-out counter where the owner realizes she left her cell phone in one of the aisles and the cashier allows her to leave her groceries so she can go back and look for it. The cashier is busy cashing out the person in front of the owner and is distracted.**

 Cheese: Oh hey!! Look!! That annoying Justin Bieber kid made the cover of Seventeen…Yet again

 Chicken Nuggets: He is so hot!! I loves it!!

 Cheese: Okay…You are so NOT Paris Hilton so don’t try to pull the ever-uneducated sounding “That’s hot” and “Loves it”.

 Chicken Nuggets: I’m starting to get tired of you!

 Cheese: Oh, please! I am begging our owners to eat me first so I don’t have to listen to your rambling!

 **Out of nowhere, a Snickers bar butts into the conversation**

 Snickers: Ladies!!

Chicken Nuggets and Cheese at the same time: WHAT?!?!

 Snickers: Can you please grow some class..you’re embarrassing the refrigerated food species.

 Chicken Nuggets: Don’t even start.

 Cheese: She started it!! I’ll have you know that Justin Bieber adores grilled cheese on whole wheat…as opposed to a heart attack waiting to happen over here.

 Chicken Nuggets: Oh no she di’int!!

 Snickers: Oh yes, she di’id!!

 Cheese: Hello, Cavities..this is a Taco and Burrito conversation..NACHOS!!

 Snickers: Sorry.

 **the Snickers bar hops back up to its rightful display**

 Chicken Nuggets: You are going down, Cheese!!

 Cheese: Uh..you, my dear..is the one who is going down.

 **The owner returns and begins putting all of her groceries on the counter. Unaware of the dispute between the Chicken Nuggets and the Cheese, she puts the package of cheese slices right on top of the chicken nuggets**

 Cheese: Oh heck no!!

**the chicken nuggets get into a heated physical altercation, leading to the package of cheese becoming damaged and therefore unable to be purchased. As the owner begins collecting the grocery bags, the chicken nuggets jump out of the bag to give a snarky look back at the wounded package of cheese; the chicken nuggets then go back into the bag where the magazine with Justin Bieber’s picture on the front cover is and then enjoys the nice ride home.** 

End

Father Knows Best

Hey Peeps!!
Okay so this is a post that is probably mone of the more difficult posts to write.
After watching OWN's new show Ryan and Tatum: the O'Neals, it made me think about a lot of stuff...
Because today is also Father's Day, I've been thinking about the relationship between my dad and I.
I don't like talking about my relationship with my dad for two reasons.
1. It's painful. I hate talking about it because it-plain and simple- it just hurts too much. I hate feeling the tense distance between us. I guess it pisses me off that after so many years, here we are...still where we were when we drifted apart when I was 16.
2. I hate admitting it. I feel like the most ungrateful, selfish bitch in the world when I say this. It's like in my head, if I just give into the friction, then it's like nothing is wrong. I know that sounds horrible and I wish I could say that I really don't feel this way.
But back to the point of this blog.
As I was watching Ryan and Tatum interact with each other, and I'll admit that I was sitting on the couch in my parents' living room crying my eyes out...but as I watched them interact...I saw myself and my dad. I was Tatum who so badly wanted to reconcile with Ryan and my dad, of course, was Ryan. I never thought I would see the day when a reality show..never mind the fact that a reality show on Oprah Winfrey's network that makes choking a puppy seem more appealing and less sinful than watching what this money-hungry catatonic social-climbing leech on society has to offer the world...but I digress..back to the point of the matter. It brought tears to my eyes to see how much I was like Tatum in the aspect of how she interacted with Ryan. She also raised up some good points about how much time there would be to reconcile differences. Even as I write this in the quiet of my parents' house and with the musical stylings of Lady GaGa for background noise to keep me awake long enough to finish this and to type up a speech I have to give at noon..which is about 10 or 11 hours from now...again, I digress. Hahaha.
Okay so...now that I've rambled enough for about 10 blog postings to come..
The point was raised that we never know how much time we're given on this earth and it is so imperative that we make the moments we're given count. Life is too short to be fighting like this.
Ironically today happened to be Father's Day.
I don't really do the whole "pour out my deep feelings in my Facebook status" thing.
The posting that comes after this will be a letter to my dad that I may or may not post to my Facebook profile.
So that's it for this edition of the World According to Sarah!!

Sadie Bop Bop

Hey Hey Howdy, Peeps!! So this blog post is gonna be a little more somber and heavy than the last ones have been. For those that are following me on Facebook, I'm sure you're aware of the death of a special little girl by the name of Sadie...Today I've been thinking about her a LOT lately and especially this week during Vacation Bible School when I'm around little girls her age. Uhmm...Most people that know me relatively well will tell you that I'm almost too good at hiding when I'm upset or sad about something. Right now, the gloves are coming off and the real talk is about to go down.I've gotta say that like most people, I have my good days and my bad days.Tonight is one of the bad nights of missing her.My defense mechanism instincts are saying go with your feelings but my heart is saying go with what you know. This time, I'm (for once) listening to my heart.To put a literal spin on things, I'm in all actuality listening to Sadie's favorite song: That gay Bieber kid's song "Never Say Never" (He IS actually gay, right??) But back to the point of the matter: My heart's saying that this is a wound that may take a lifetime to heal. I think that even though I know there are gonna be days that I probably will break down in tears that she isn't here and I know that those days are gonna be hell but I also know that life goes on and that I want to make her proud by living life like she did...to the fullest. :-)I'll be damned if I don't make her proud.I love you the whole Heaven, Sadie Bop Bop.Keep Jordon in line. We'll meet again someday, Sweet Girl.I love you.
Peace out, Peeps!!
Byeee!!

Bitch..Moan..Whine..Study-udy-udy-udy

Hey Peeps!
Okay so...First off..I've noticed that I've been using the same size font for every entry and I thought that I would spice things up a bit. LOL!!
Now that that's out of the way...we move on to other news...
I seriously am pretty damn close to my breaking point.
Okay so don't get me wrong, I am totally loving summer school but now that the 'honeymoon phase' is over, both classes are picking up speed and thrown into the mix this week- Vacation Bible School at my church.
So..how to totally eff up your sleeping patterns:
Come home on the verge of wanting to freaking pass out, after arguing with yourself, come to the compromise of "It's 8pm now..I'll sleep until 11, get up and then do homework and then go back to bed at 4 to wake up at 10 for class."
Now all of that is well and good..and this would have been a very pointless blog post if it hadn't of been for being so tired that you fall into a coma and don't move until 2:20am.
Needless to say, there's a good chance that I'm gonna be up until it's time for me to head to class. Fan-f*cking-tastic.
So...the first night of VBS was last night..Honest to God, I wish I hadn't of signed up without realizing how intense my summer classes were gonna be.
I'm not sure how I'm gonna be able to juggle everything this week without sacrificing homework time..or sleep..
I was a like a deer in freaking headlights the whole time. It sucked. I've never felt more short fused and more out of my element than I did last night.
I'm hoping and praying that tonight isn't a repeat of that.
But yeah, summer school is going great...The big news is..that I'm pulling in all A's!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was pretty freaking excited!!
I honestly cannot express how great it is to be bringing in grades that I know I can do. It pretty much rocks.
So right now..I'm sitting in my room contemplating the meaning of life..and string..and pudding..hahaha..
Just kidding, just kidding..I'm actually contemplating some Creativity homework. That's hot.
Uhmm..yeshh..that's pretty much it.
I'm also contemplating a pedicure this morning but I don't forsee that happening. Damn.
Anyway, that's pretty much it for this edition of The World According to Sarah...not to be confused with The World According to Paris. hahahaha.

Peace out, peeps!!
Byee!!

Dazed and G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

Hey peeps!!
Well, Week One of summer school is COMPLETE!!
Oh, my God!

Okay so I've gotta say...It is soo great to be back at Bacone.
When I walked through the doors of the Palmer Center on the first day..to be perfectly honest...it was one of the most unsettling feelings.
Honest to God, I had no idea what to think or do.

It was like this overwhelming feeling of calmness like I've never known.
It was so weird!! I was so excited and so nervous all at the same time.
Part of me was thinking "Hell Yeah!! I'm back, baby!!" And the other part of me was thinking "Oh, God...what the hell was I thinking??"

As I walked by the snack bar, I felt my phone buzz and I stopped to answer it.

As I was talking, I saw a certain Dr. Thompson who took his own sweet time looking over to where I was standing.

When he finally saw me, we made eye contact and I swear to you...it wasn't a walk..but a run to where I was.

He gave me the biggest hug and the conversation went a little somethin' somethin' like this:

LT: Oh, wow!! Welcome back, girl!! How are you!!

Me: I'm actually really good. :-)

LT: It's so good to see you back here!! How does it feel to be back?

Me: I'm so blank...It's like part of me is so excited but another part of me is thinking "Oh, God..what did I just get myself into?"
LT: Well, I'm so excited...I'm excited that you're excited!! It's gonna be great having you back.

Me: It's great to be back!!

We hugged again and I went to figure out where my class was located in good ol' Samvel (LOL!) Richards Hall.
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Tuesday and Wednesday's class meetings went really well!! :-D
Uhm...Yeah..the online Creativity class is another story.
I had no idea how intense and how time-consuming this class was gonna be.
It's been a blast and I am ready to rock Week 2 of both!!

Well, that's it for me!!

Gotta bounce!

Peace out peeps!

Byee!

Another Sarahtastic Blog about Sarah

Hey Peeps!!
Okay so it's been a minute since I've updated this thing.
Uhm...Nothing's really new with me except the fact that I start summer school on Monday..
Current projects include finishing up my own baby book that is taking eternity and a day and also I'm doing Seventeen magazine's annual short story competition.
Unfortunately, said short story is kicking my ass.
I'm thinking of doing a story based on "If I Die Young" By the Band Perry.
I haven't really decided this. Pretty much the consensus is that I'm gonna be up for a long time. With such a deep and heavy song, it's pretty safe to say that there will be a tear or 2 shed during this lovely process....Well..Let's get this party started!!
haha!
Peace Out, Girl Scout!

Until next time,

BYEE!!