Foreign country/culture

For me to choose just one country/culture that I’d like to be a part of before I die is quite difficult. There are so maybe places I would to experience. I think I’d have to say living in Ireland or Scotland. Both of those countries are beautiful. idk I have always wanted to travel there and study abroad in both of those countries. I love the idea of a man wearing a kilt, they are SWEEEEEET and plaid is amazing I’d wear it everyday if I could. What attracts me so much to is that the people there are so different seem to be very laid back and up for drinking ... totally different world then what I’m used to.

Sadly Spring Break is OVER!

yeah spring break is over but it’s not the end of the world.

Lets see lets see!!! Spring Break 2009 had it’s pros and cons. hmm isn’t spring break supposed to be relaxing? yep thats what I thought it is supposed to be. Mine wasn’t so much this year. I left my computer in Wisconsin because I refused to do any home work over break.. haha BIG mistake because I had so much to do and none of it got done and I was wigging out all week over it and now its sunday and I’m not even close to having that shit done. haha.

Montana was a lot of fun. Snowboarding and spending time with my sister was great. even though I got my ass handed to me on the slops I still had a lot of fun snowboarding

Why I'm here

The first movie I remember seeing in theaters was “The Little Mermaid” in 1989. Wow I was blown away. Ever since I’ve been in LOVE with movies. My parents would have to kick me out of the house to see the sun and interact with other kids. I would be glued to the television screen watching movies 24/7. It wasn’t until High School that I thought about making film as my career. I have the type of parents and grandparents that thought art wasn’t a feasible career and always tried to change my mind. BUT that wasn’t going to happen no matter what. Both of my parents views have changed over the years once they saw how dedicated I was to making my dreams come true.
I graduated in 2004 and moved to Minneapolis, MN I went to the Art Institutes International Minnesota for 4 semesters for Visual Effects. And it was ok BUT it wasn’t what I was looking for I really wanted to do editing so I moved home and I thought about going to a state school for awhile. And thats what I did I was working 35+ hrs a week and going to school full time at University of Wisconsin Fond du Lac. I HATED it there it was like being in high school all over again. so I transfered again after a couple semesters to Online classes at The Academy of Art University in San Francisco for EDITING. and I absolutely loved it and I had all of these plans to move out to San Francisco to start my new life (the city is AMAZING) but that all fell through when I started falling apart and my life had fallen apart right before my eyes. and I end up taking a year off and getting myself the help that I needed. and I opted not to go back to San Francisco because the past 18 months I have gotten really close to my family again and I’m started to grow up and I really want them to be in my life and being in San Francisco right now would tear me apart... So I took the next best thing Columbia College in Chicago for editing. and I totally love this school I’m not so much of a fan of Chicago, this city scares the shit out of me.. yikes No good!!! I do often wonder what it would be like if I would have just moved out to San Francisco instead of Chicago. Wonder how my life would be different, would like it? would I be more out going? ... I guess I’ll never know.

Why is it that bad things have to happen to good people?

Wed. in Chicago it was beautiful.. pretty much to good to be true. I had gotten a phone call saying that no matter what I had going on I had to find a way home and I had to go now, the voice on the other line sounded scared and shocked, the whole time I kept asking what’s wrong? what’s going on? Why do I have to get home. My heart start pounding my mind started racing with horrible thought of what could have happened because my mom wouldn’t tell me. I knew something bad had happened but I didn’t know what, I packed up a couple of things and booked it to the Amtrak station.. by this point I was in tears and still didn’t know what was going on. 3 1/2 hrs later I still didn’t know what was going on but I was shutting the car door and walking up to my parents house. Sammy one of my cousins came running out of the door just balling her eyes out and talking so fast that I couldn’t understand what was coming out of her mouth. Mom came walking out of the house next her lips started to move “Sara your grandfather....” that’s all she had to say, I know what had happened and I broke down into tears. My grandfather had lost the fight with cancer.
I will never understand why the lives of loving and kind individuals get there lives taken from them on such harsh terms. My grandfather was diagnosed with brain cancer 3 months ago and he was given 6 months to live. Surgeries and chemotherapy might have let him live for a little longer but it wouldn’t have saved him. Instead he opted not to do either of those and let life take it’s course. He was the strongest person I know, and was always a fighter. R.I.P TJR