The Dank Blog

     In honor of the New Years, I want to make some resolutions. Or in better words, intentions. I really want to be healthier and get in shape. I eat like crap, and I'm basically a potato. I plan to implement this by taking action in my life. I eat like utter crap. And I'm still out of shape, I wonder why. No muscle mass. Flabby. I'd like to start working out. Do more cardio, core workouts, and free weights. It sounds a little bit cliché but it's true. I would also like to stop being so hard on myself. I always think I'm worse than I actually am. I constantly over analyze everything. It's self destructive. So I'd like to fix these.

     The best gift I've ever received was concert tickets to my favorite band, Panic! At The Disco. My dad bought me them for my birthday (even though it was in November but he bought them in March) when the time came we went and had a great time. It was in July. It was so fun to be there listening to my favorite music with my favorite person. It was an phenomenal experience. Live music is so much better than studio recorded. I loved it and was to grateful.

     A new friend of mine told me the other day, "if you have one leg in the past, and one leg in the future, you're pissing all over the present."      I can relate to the immensely. I'm always worrying about the things I've done in the past. And constantly worried about my future, and never living in the moment. I'm sure someone else has said this quote, but it's the first time I've heard it. I go into "extesential crisis mode" pretty often. I'm thinking about how time only goes forward and there's no stopping it. I'm thinking about in inevitable mortality and that someday me and everyone I love will die. So instead of living my life and having fun, I'm sitting here willowing impn these thought. This quote opened my eyes and now I actually have something to go by. Something to label these feelings. But trust me, these feelings go way deeper, like I'm digging and digging.  But I prefer not to think about them, yet they s

.    My first name, Sarah, is a family name. It was my grandmas name, her grandmothers name, her mothers name. I inherited the name and I plan to pass it down. Sarah also means princess in Hebrew and noblewomen. My middle name is Grace. Nothing cool about that. But with a quick google search... it means "God's favor". My last name is Irish. Now this is a cool story.      Way back when there was an Irish clan called the O'donoghue clan. They possessed a castle, now called the Ross Castle in County Kerry, Ireland. The castle has been owned my many other families throughout the years. I'm unsure about the exact time line of the clan but I can say that it was anywhere from 1700-1880. When my great grandpa came to American with the surename O'Donoghue, he has to change it to sound more American for better job opportunities. So that's my name.       

     Oh hey I'm finally making a post. What I'm grateful for is my bed. I know, sounds crazy (Sarah Koenig where you at?) It sounds like something a millennial would say but it's true. I'm grateful for it because it's my everything. It's my hideout, my safe haven. When I'm sad I can just build a mountain of blankets and crawl in the middle and mope. But when I'm happy I can cuddle up to the soft blankets and think about life. It's the source of my happiness. It's got great memories and feelings to it. Like my most favorite feeling; before my dad leaves for work in the morning he gives me his pillow. Everything is so cold when it's so warm. It's the best. And that's another thing, it's warm. My room feels like Antarctica. So when my bed is nice and warm against the coldness of my room, it's so comfortable. It's the source of my dreams and nightmares. It's got personality. It's where I can spend hours mindlessly scro

     My fam and I don't travel. At all, really. So if I were to go on a trip, I'd want to go to Barrow, Alaska. Barrow, AK is in the arctic circle at the northern most tip of Alaska.  I first heard about this place a few years ago. I read about how this town goes through months of darkness because of the seasons in the arctic circle. And it just interested me so much. The weird thing is, I hate the cold. I mean, I'm allergic to it. So I really can't say that the cold draws me to this place. But also, I can't really see the clear reason why I am drawn to this place. It just seems right...I guess.      So I would sacrifice 12 hours of my life on a crappy plane ride just to come to a barren landscape. Yeah, that seems like me. The place just seems so cool. I'd love to go there. And I bet the people there have such cool stories to tell. It'd be so interesting. On the bucket list

     A personal goal of mine is education. I'd like to pursue my education as much as I can. So, in ten years, I'd like to see myself in college studying both neurology and psychology. I've always been fascinated by the brain and how it functions. Such as emotions, decisions, mental illness, and thought process. I just have always loved science and medicine. WIth my career and life as a whole, I'd like to make something of myself. I want to help people and make them feel good about themselves. I want people to know my name. But don't we all? I want to achieve those goals and I plan on doing so. BUt I'm afraid. Afraid I won't have time. I want to help out people but I never think about myself/feeling. And I don't want these habits to hold me back, but they do.       In addition to my goals, I'd also like to pursue music. I can play and I love to sing ( never said I was good at it). I don't know how I would. Whether it's a band or just a hobby

    Over the summer I read Beastkeeper by Cat Hellisen. In the book, our main character, Sarah, moves in with her distant grandmother. Sarah comes from a cursed family, where as soon as they fall in love, they transform into a beast. After Sarah's mother leaves her father he starts turning. Something to note, the curse takes over when you fall in love but the other person doesn't love you back. After Sarah's father starts Turing, he drops her off at her grandparents place, whom she thought were dead. She then meets a boy named Alan.     That's just a little piece of the book. I wouldn't recommend to my worst enemy. This book was god-awful.