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Monday, August 12, 2013


I've had a blog for 5 years now and I've never really mentioned a whole lot about my faith. It's not that I've intentionally done that, it's just how it happened. I guess I've never thought of my blog as being a place for stuff like that. (And when I say "stuff like that" I'm mostly talking about super-opinionated religious banter.) I've always seen places like Facebook, etc. to be a place for friends and, let's be honest, bringing up religion doesn't always warrant friendliness. But I feel particularly inclined to let anyone who reads this know something.
 If you didn't already know this, I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (more commonly known as Mormon). Having gone through middle and high school with minimal problems with any kind of bullying, I consider myself pretty lucky. Especially growing up in a place where Sin City is your next door neighbor, people tend to give religion a hard time. If I could tell you one thing that people told me all the time about my faith, it would be that they felt that Mormons were trapped by rules, regulations and guidelines. I cannot tell you how many times people would say stuff like this whenever my religion was brought up. (That and "So, how many moms do you have?") Like I said before, I don't really look at my blog as a place to talk about things like this, but I feel like I would be in the wrong if I didn't correct this terrible misconception. Listen friends, I am not bound, trapped or oppressed. I choose to follow the guidelines given to me by the authorities of the Church.  I have never in my whole life felt that I was being forced to believe the gospel. That is something that is so important to understand. One of the biggest aspects of the gospel is the amazing gift of free agency, or our own ability to make our own decisions and choices. I chose to be a member of this Church, I chose to be baptised when I was 8, and I still choose to go to church every Sunday and to strive to live the gospel everyday of my life.
This might seem like a silly post to some, but I felt it was necessary. I hope that some of you readers may feel like you can relate to this or that you learned something from it. I'm not trying to start any drama (and I doubt I will), but I hope that if you disagree in any way that you will be respectful with your opinions. Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day!


Wednesday, July 24, 2013

07/23/13 Finished {PART 2}


Well, if you're still reading, congratulations! You are a true friend.
Moving on.
A little over a year ago on July 19, 2012 I posted on this very blog about how I FINALLY finished reading the Harry Potter series. It's always sad when something ends {especially something that wonderful}, but one of the things that kept me going after I finished was that I was reading those same books to my little bean, Haven. Well, on July 23, 2013 I finished reading that amazing series to my beautiful little sister. Since I feel like I've really finished it now, I thought I would dedicate this post to Harry Potter. I have quite a few pictures and sentimental thoughts to share with you readers, so brace yourselves. 

I can't tell you the exact date as to when I started reading the first book to little Haven, but I know when we finished!

This is the bookmark Haven made when we were reading the first book and we used it through all of them. *tear*
I don't know if she knows this yet, but I AM taking this to college with me. Maybe I'll even frame it.

I asked Haven a few questions about the series and here were her answers:
Which book was your favorite?: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Which movie was your favorite?: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Who are some of your favorite characters?: Fred and George Weasley, Harry Potter, and Luna Lovegood.
Which is your favorite House?: Ravenclaw (She mainly said this because she belongs to it on Pottermore. She will always be a Gryffindor supporter, though.)

I don't think this little girl knows how much reading these books to her meant to me. Even though I'm sad it's over, I'm happy to be leaving for college knowing that she has read these. She has already told me that she plans on reading them to her children in the future, which makes me very proud. I feel incredibly lucky to have been the person to read these to her; to see her face when we found out Sirius and Snape weren't bad and to see her little eyes well up with tears when I read the many deaths that riddle the series. Long story short, I feel proud to have created this little Potterhead and I hope she passes it on for me. 

Now, I can't have a Harry Potter-themed blog post without expressing my own gratitude to the series and their author, J.K. Rowling. I posted the link to an amazing documentary a couple of days ago on facebook, but if you didn't see it, here is the link. <<
Here are some pictures I took of the little things I appreciate about the books.

The first and last words of the series.

The three little stars on the top of each page.

My favorite chapter.

And, of course, everyone's favorite line.

This might sound weird, but it feels cool to say that I have not only read all the books, but read them aloud. I'm sure this isn't as cool as I think it is, but oh well. I hope you guys enjoyed this and I hope you have a wonderful day! 

Love this little bean.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Is There Even Room For Me?

Growing up is scary, let me tell you. Maybe you're already grown up or you're not even close. Maybe you're like me and you're in the process. Whatever your proximity to growing up is, the "journey" of growing up is just plain scary. It's weird and disorienting and hard. I'm sure some of you are sitting back and laughing at this stupid blog of mine. "Of course growing up is hard, Sage! It's called life! Get one!" {just kidding. I doubt any of you are that mean.} But man, nothing prepared me for how scary and fast growing up is. Having graduated today has only brought to light how close to being a grown up I actually am. It has only reminded me further of how close I am to entering the big kid world. And do you know what my thought is? Is there even room for me?
This world is huge. {Yes, thank you, Sage for your enlightening thoughts} But really, is there even room for me? I'm going to UVU and majoring in Literary Studies and Creative Writing. Aren't there plenty of writers out there? Why am I wasting my time/money on college if that's the case? Why would the world want me if what I'm doing isn't that big of a deal? I'll tell you why: Because I love it. I love it.
I grew up thinking that my main purpose in life was to get a career that would be beneficial to me in the sense of money. Not that English majors aren't great, but let's face it: there are only so many jobs that can make a ton of money. But I think we trick ourselves way too much. We trick ourselves into believing that money should be the deciding factor when we're choosing our path. I even tricked myself for way too long into believing that dentistry is what I wanted to go into. I mean, why not? It is definitely rewarding once you finally get there, and who cares about your immense fear of blood anyway? It's money, Sage. That's what I told myself. What a joke!
If you're like me, and you are making humongous decisions in the near future, please don't make the mistake I did. Don't trick yourself. It took me MY WHOLE FLIPPIN' LIFE to figure out that I loved to write. It took me not getting accepted to my top-choice school and a few other crappy happenings for my dumb brain to figure out my path. For some reason, I had forgotten how many little unfinished stories lay around in unfinished journals under my bed. Or how many little scrap papers lie around my room constantly with little ideas written on them. Or how I sometimes even resort to scribbling on my hands when paper isn't available. It's just a hobby, I told myself. NO, IT'S NOT. Please do me a favor, reader: Do what you love.
Because heaven knows, there is always room for those kinds of people.

Have a wonderful day.
I can't wait to experience college life with this girl.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Why Can't We Be Friends?

This weekend, I was introduced to the world of Star Trek. I've been a Star Wars fan for a long time {although, I must admit, I found them painfully boring as a child} and whenever the Star Wars vs. Star Trek argument came up, I naturally took the side of the former. The truth is, I had never seen anything pertaining to Star Trek... ever. I assumed that it must be pretty similar to Star Wars for people to get to the point where they choose sides. But this weekend Savannah really wanted to go and see the new Star Trek movie so she made me watch the first one. I've never seen any old Star Trek movies or anything, but from what I can tell, the two movies are completely different. Yes, they take place in space in giant space crafts, but other than that they seemed very different. Now, there may be similarities between the two that I just don't know about, but why do we have to choose sides? Why can't we like both? I thoroughly enjoy both.
We saw Star Trek: Into Darkness at the Galaxy Theatres last night.... in the front row. Let me just tell you, I've never been more grateful that those seats recline. Not that I'm complaining about getting up close and personal with Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto, but man my neck hurts. On a side note, Benedict Cumberbatch was a really good bad guy... if that makes any sense. He did an amazing job and I loved the whole movie.
Anyway, I hope you have a wonderful day.
Live long and use the force.


P.S. I created a new blog yesterday { } in the hopes of maybe starting fresh. If you happen to go there, just know that the title of the blog is not serious. I'm thinking of possibly moving over there just to start fresh. Not that anyone would care or really reads this stuff, but whatever.