tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50378053773078656362024-03-12T21:22:21.759-04:00A Glimpse of Blue Words. Music. Photography. Life. Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-86264358226587015242016-09-24T15:00:00.000-04:002016-09-24T15:00:19.084-04:00I'm MovingHello Lovelies,<br />
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For almost three years, you've all known me here at AGOB. However, I've had many other blogs in that time, many other sites I'd run, all aimed at different audiences. All of them were a genuine part of me, but none of them were completely me. I'd have different parts of me on different sites and everyone knew a slightly different Sarah. My real life friends knew me as one Sarah online, some online friends knew me as another Sarah, and others knew me as yet another Sarah.<br />
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I've decided that this isn't how I want to do this anymore. It's exhausting trying to figure out where I'll post a certain thing and where I won't post another. I want to be integral. I want to be the same person here as I would be anywhere else. I don't want people to know different versions of me.<br />
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Which I why I've decided it's time to move. It's time to move from having four blogs to one. It's time to be real wherever I am. So I'm moving to a site called <a href="http://growingmeraki.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">Meraki</a>, the definition of which is "<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the soul, creativity, or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work". </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I want to put all of me into my work, not just parts. So what I've done is I've taken posts from different blogs and compiled a selection of them on this new blog. That'll be the blog I'll post on from now on. The only one. So if you'd like to keep in touch, and I hope you do, come over and follow me there! </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It's been an incredible journey with you all and I'm definitely going to miss the security and comfort of AGOB, but I know this is what I need to do. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So for the last time here at least, this is Sarah signing off on A Glimpse of Blue. </span></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-49021325267595864712016-02-09T14:30:00.000-05:002016-02-09T14:30:53.235-05:00The Professor ManHis dirty blonde hair is long and he has part of it in a ponytail behind his head. There's a big, bushy beard on his face. He's wearing a blue Hawaii shit.<br />
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He really isn't much to look at. The hair isn't very well groomed. He's probably in his sixties. He walks with a stride that has seen many years.<br />
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It's his eyes that are captivating. Behind the slightly brutish appearance, he's got beautiful, intelligent, deep, sensitive eyes. He's quiet and walks with a slight slump.<br />
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Maybe he's a teacher. He looks like he could teach. The wisdom wrinkles on his face are clear to see and I wonder how much he's seen. How much happiness. How much love. How much pain. How much despair. He could be a university professor. He'd teach philosophy of course. He'd be the one that everyone loved. You know, the kind one. The smart one. The sensitive one.<br />
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He's all alone and I can just hear his voice as he orders a potato skin stack over the chatter of the carnival stalls around me. It's soft and smooth and suddenly I can picture him with a guitar, singing songs about suck lock and driving a pick-up truck.<br />
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The lady behind the stand hands him the deep-friend potato stack and he walks away with a crooked smile on his face. I can hear him chuckling a bit.<br />
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So, to the man with the old eyes, I hope you enjoyed your potatoes.<br />
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-84121498005228084782016-02-08T14:30:00.000-05:002016-02-08T14:30:03.277-05:0052 Thoughts I Had While Rewatching Disney's Pinocchio Hello Lovelies!<br />
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I'd like to start this post off by saying that I hadn't seen Pinocchio in over five years when I watched it... it's a little different than I remembered it. So, without further adieu, here is my train of thought during Pinocchio.<br />
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1. Why does Jiminy Cricket have a hillbilly accent? Isn't Pinocchio German?<br />
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2. Why did Geppetto give Pinocchio no mouth?<br />
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3. Ahh, he's painting on the mouth. Never mind.<br />
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4. Ooh, the fish and the cat don't like the name Pinocchio.<br />
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5. Geppetto really needs some company.<br />
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6. How is the fish so pretty? It's not fair, she's a fish!</div>
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7. Ah yes, an alarm clock where the alarm noise is a child screaming while his mother spanks him. Lovely. </div>
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8. That pipe is literally as long as your arm, Geppetto. I'm concerned.</div>
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9. The cat is me. I am literally this cat. </div>
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10. I'm pretty sure the Blue Fairy is just Snow White with blonde hair.</div>
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11. Geppetto, go back to bed. </div>
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12. How are two foxes walking around and no one notices? Yet people notice Pinocchio is wooden...</div>
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13. I'm convinced the cat wants to be human and that's why he's jealous of Pinocchio.</div>
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14. For being a conscience, Jiminy's not very noble or good.</div>
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15. Lol, the cat/lion/fox/human thing is so stupid.</div>
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16. Yeah Pinocchio, don't be an actor. There's no money in that. Go to school.</div>
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17. How has Pinocchio become so famous in like 30 seconds?</div>
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18. Poor Pinocchio. All these girls want him and he looks terrified. </div>
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19. The show runner just locked Pinocchio in a cage!</div>
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20. And now he's twerking. This is not good. </div>
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22. The dolls are hanging by their necks and the lightning keeps flashing on their smiling faces. This is creepy. How is this a children's movie?<br />
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23. Poor Geppetto. He's all alone in his bathrobe in the rain trying to find his son.<br />
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24. How does a puppet blow his nose? What does he get? Splinters instead of boogers?<br />
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25. Ooh. Pinocchio's in trouble now. The Blue Fairy wants to know why Pinocchio didn't go to school.<br />
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26. How did his nose grow birds? Maybe he gets birds instead of boogers.<br />
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27. Ooh. His coins are bigger than the show runner/director's. Take his, fox people.<br />
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28. Did the man just say he's collecting stupid little boys? </div>
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29. This is so not a children's movie.</div>
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30. Let me get this right. He's collecting stupid boys to take to a place called Pleasure Island where they never come back as boys. Please tell me I'm not the only one whose mind is going some place it shouldn't.</div>
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31. Pinocchio! Don't go to Pleasure Island; you won't be able to go school... I'm sensing a theme here. </div>
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32. So Pleasure Island is basically a big carnival with free drinks and cakes.... can I go to Pleasure Island?</div>
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33. "Come here and smoke your heads off!" Who decided this was an appropriate movie for children?</div>
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34. "You buttered your bread, now sleep in it." I don't think that's how that phrase goes Jiminy.</div>
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35. The stupid-boy-collecting man is turning the stupid boys into donkeys. Okay. That's not what I was expecting. </div>
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36. The real question is, why are there no girls here? Answer, because girls aren't this stupid apparently.</div>
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37. Oh, we're in trouble. Pinocchio's turning into a donkey. </div>
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38. This is horrifying.</div>
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39. Finally. Go home Pinocchio. </div>
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40. Where's Geppetto?</div>
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41. Oh, he was swallowed by a whale. Of course. I should have seen that coming. </div>
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42. Pinocchio's going to drown himself to find the whale at the bottom of the sea. Right. That's logical.</div>
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43. Now he's dragging the rock that sunk him around with him. Is this supposed to be symbolic?</div>
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44. Aww, the sea horses are so cute!</div>
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45. "I never though it would end this way. Starving to death in the belly or a whale." I can't imagine many people would think it would end that way, Geppetto. </div>
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46. They're literally making a fire in the belly of the whale just for the purpose of making it sneeze so they can get out. How stupid are these people? Why is the whale not burning on the inside? So many questions!</div>
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47. Oh. The whale's having a sneezing fit. This isn't good. The whale's the size of the hotel. </div>
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48. "Oh no! Now he hates me!" Well if you wanted him to like you Geppetto, maybe you shouldn't have set your boat on fire in his belly. Not the best way to make friends.</div>
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49. No! Pinocchio's dead (although I'm a little confused as to how. Can't he breathe underwater?)</div>
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50. Oh please! You're going to save him? He hasn't been selfless, brave or true! He's been a brat.</div>
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-76022796347550768782016-02-05T14:30:00.000-05:002016-02-05T14:30:12.838-05:00The Disney MonthHello Lovelies!!<br />
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So as you've probably read, I've finished high school (yay), and been accepted into a five-month program starting in March (yay 2x).<br />
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However, as you may notice, it is only February.<br />
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I don't start the program until the 7th of March, which gives me almost a month of no school or work (gasp).<br />
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DISNEY MOVIE MARATHON!!!<br />
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About halfway through January, I decided that one of things I wanted to do this month before I left home, was to watch all of my favourite Disney movies in chronological order of when they were released. Now, I started to make the list and realized that it was just way too long for me to finish in a month. I like too many movies. Oops. So I had to narrow it down to movies released 2000 or earlier, and they all had to be cartoon.<br />
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And then I thought, "How can I make this into a blog thing? Because this really feels like this could be a blog thing." And I came up with the idea to do a "30 (or 40, or 50, doesn't really matter) Thoughts I Had While Watching ___________" post for each of the movies I watch, complete with gifs if I can find them. I'll scatter these with other posts as well, otherwise I think you and I would both go crazy.<br />
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- Pinocchio (1940)<br />
- Bambi (1942)<br />
- Alice in Wonderland (1951)<br />
- Peter Pan (1953)<br />
- Lady and the Tramp (1955)<br />
- 101 Dalmatians (1961)<br />
- The Jungle Book (1967)<br />
- The Aristocats (1970)<br />
- Robin Hood (1973)<br />
- The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977)<br />
- The Rescuers (1977)<br />
- The Fox and the Hound (1981)<br />
- The Little Mermaid (1989)<br />
- Beauty and the Beast (1991)<br />
- Aladdin (1992)<br />
- The Lion King (1994)<br />
- Pocahontas (1995)<br />
- Hercules (1997)<br />
- Mulan (1998)<br />
- Tarzan (1999)<br />
- The Tigger Movie (2000)<br />
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I hope you all will join me in rewatching some of the greatest cartoon movies of all time. What are some of your favourite Disney movies? Did I include them on my list?<br />
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And yesterday I got an interview to one of my first choice Universities AND I got accepted to a 5 month school I'm doing from March to July this year. </div>
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I don't have much time (read: none) to write a huge blog post right now, but I wanted to let you all know that I do still exist here on this blog. I'm still alive! And I miss writing on here a lot.<br />
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As anyone who's finishing up their last year in high school will tell you, January/February is an insane time, because, not only do you have the exams that will ultimately determine if you're going to get into University or College, but those pesky post-secondary applications are <i>also</i> due at the same time your exams happen. And if those applications are to an artistic program, you're <i>also</i> expected to submit a portfolio. Who decided this was such a genius idea? I mean really, are they trying to kill us.<br />
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Anywho, just wanted to let you guys know that I'm still alive and I haven't forgotten about this blog, and I am fully intending on returning to writing here (more) regularly in February. I'll be finished high school in a week.<br />
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Until then!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-53573589387384095992015-12-11T15:00:00.000-05:002015-12-11T15:00:04.105-05:00Mugs are my friends. Hello Lovelies!<br />
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I have a confession to make. It's been a long time coming. I feel like you guys know me well enough. You deserve the truth.<br />
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I have an unhealthy love of mugs.<br />
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I don't know what it is, but I absolutely love mugs. Collecting them, drinking out of them, even taking pictures of them. I'm obsessed guys. And today, I thought I display some of the evidence of this obsession by showing you some of my favourite mugs.<br />
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I bought this one very recently from a store called Pier One Imports. I think it's really cute and it's very autumnesque (yes I know this isn't a real word). I haven't actually had anything to drink out of it yet; I'm waiting until I'm over this cold.</div>
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My friend Kara brought this one back from Paris<br />
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This one is also from Kara. It's a little early for this one, but in a few weeks, when the snow's falling and there's a fire in the fireplace and my Mum's got Amy Grant playing on the stereo, I'm sure this will be filled with hot chocolate and lots of marshmallows.<br />
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This one was a gift from my Grandparents when I was pretty young. Maybe six? I don't use it too often anymore, but I think it's really cute. Definitely one of those things that you keep to look back on later. My siblings and I all have one and every once in a while, we'll pull them out and all have a coffee or hot chocolate together.<br />
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Another mug given to me by the amazing friend Kara. You think she knows me? It's got two faces, one on each side. We have this thing with Spongebob and Spongebob's faces and I grin like an idiot every time I pick it up.<br />
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So what have learned from this post today? We have learned that Sarah is obsessed with mugs and she has friends who know her very, very well.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-29999117347500173232015-12-04T15:00:00.001-05:002015-12-04T15:00:03.092-05:00Astoria - My ReviewHello Lovelies!<br />
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So one of my favourite bands released their new album about a month back and it's beautiful. It's so raw and real, I'm in awe of the songwriting. I'm going to do a review of my favourites ordered by their appearance on the album, although that's going to be very, very hard because literally every song is my favourite. However, I thought you should all have a bit of backstory before you listen, so you can appreciate the beauty and pain in this album.<br />
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Basically, "Astoria" is the past four years for Josh and the highs and lows that he went through. Having Call Me Maybe become huge, being nominated at the Grammys, going on arena tours and getting engaged. His mother being diagnosed with Dementia, his fiancee leaving him, spending lots of time in and out of the hospital, losing his motivation and drive. This album is pretty much his diary of the past two years. He got tons of people who had been there with him in the crappy parts to actually play and sing little bits on the album. If you want to find out more, the video below goes into the making of Astoria (there is a bit of swearing in it, be forewarned).<br />
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I can relate slightly to this one and it's another upbeat song. The way I see it, it's about two people who used to have chemistry, who would banter a lot. Then they moved away and kind of lost touch, then when they'd see each other again, they'd be all polite. They'd ask each other how they were doing and ask about their lives. But the chorus is talks about missing the bantering, the chemistry, the "war". It's fun. I like it.<br />
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Don't even get me started on this one. Ugh, it's so beautiful and simple and I love it so much. It's just a ukulele and a violin. It's him singing about his relationship with his fiancee. It hits me right in the feels every time I listen to it. The bridge is the best part of the whole song because it has references to all of the songs he wrote for her. If you're not a Trencher, I've written the lyrics of the bridge below, and bolded the song references, just because you have to see this. It's amazing.<br />
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"<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Every <b>masterpiece</b> I'd write again</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">You'll always be my <b>porcelain</b></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">I <b>crossed my heart</b></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">But I <b>stuttered</b> too</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">So<b> truth or dare</b></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">Was I <b>good to you</b></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;"><b>Haven't had enough</b> of you <b>all to myself</b></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">Still right <b>beside you</b></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">In sickness and health</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">For <b>ever after</b></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">You will be my home</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">And there's <b>no place like home</b>"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">This one is beautiful. It's the one that you get your lighters out for when they play it live. It's slow, but not soft. There's a different sort of vibe, less put together. I don't know how to describe it. It's more... messy? The guitars aren't perfectly mixed and it sounds so good. The song's about being in a relationship and slowly growing apart. The slow fade. The chorus talks about how they're young and it should be the time of their lives, but they miss each other. </span></span></span></div>
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I tear up every time I hear this song. My parents can't listen to it without crying. Basically, don't listen to it unless you're ready to feel all the feels. Josh wrote this song about his mother and how she's slowly forgetting him. He says he isn't ready for it all, he still needs his mum, but he's going to be there for her. He'll help her back into the bed and be her forget-me-not. It's beautiful and so sad. </div>
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Kay, I love this song for so many reasons. First, so many references to other songs in other albums. Porcelain, Masterpiece Theatre, Ever After, Celebrity Status, they're all in there. And it makes me so happy listening to it because I feel like so many artists kinda throw out their old music when they make new stuff, almost ashamed of it. With these guys, they embrace it. They make it part of who they are today. Second, I absolutely love the medley, the way they managed to combine so many different styles of music into an amazing piece of art. Just when you think it can't get cooler, it does. Then I love the lyrics and the meaning. It's all about not forgetting your past but moving on and saying goodbye. He's saying goodbye to the past couple years of his life, his "Astoria". He's grown up, he's moved on, he needs to say goodbye to his past. The first song sang "Tell me I survive you, Astoria". Then this one sings "How did we survive you, Astoria?" A conclusion. An ending. I could literally copy and paste the entire song lyrics here, but I've narrowed it down to three lines that I absolutely love.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cause every start begins with saying goodbye to you"</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"</span></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">(How did we survive)</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">We went through hell in Astoria</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">(How did we survive)</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">We lost ourselves in Astoria</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">(How did we survive)</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">I gave in to sickness</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">Can you find forgiveness</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">For a dear old friend</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">So Astoria can end"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">"</span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I hope you know that I don't blame you my dear friend</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">Always will love you still</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;" /><span style="line-height: 19.1429px; text-align: center;">But Astoria must end"</span></span><br />
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-10470199789890237812015-11-27T15:00:00.000-05:002015-11-27T15:00:00.830-05:00Welcome to the family, ElliotHello Lovelies,<br />
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When I was growing up, we had a bunny. Her name was Roxy and she was pretty much the devil's spawn. She was the daughter of two wild bunnies and as such, was never tame and had a habit of running away. There were many nights spent in the backyard with the badminton net trying to trap her. She was more of an experiment of a pet. She died about three years ago and we didn't replace her.... until recently.<br />
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My brother and mum were at the local animal shelter when my brother saw a big, furry bunny in the window of one of the rooms. He wasn't moving around much and when they asked the volunteer about him, she said that the bunny had lost half of his front leg in an injury.<br />
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They felt in love with him immediately and two days later, he was ours.<br />
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After a vigorous voting process with many name options (Ramsy, Floppsy, Elliot, Yeger and Mr. Nosey were the top five), we eventually landed on Elliot.<br />
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-6206664932696380192015-11-20T15:00:00.001-05:002015-11-20T15:00:00.514-05:00Sounds Good Feels Good - My ReviewHello Lovelies!<br />
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So, if you're like me and may or may not be part of the 5SOS fam, then you know that they may or may not have released a beautiful masterpiece a little while back. And if you're like me, you may or may not have sobbed and laughed and been ridiculously proud all at the same time. So! If after reading that description and you've decided that you ARE in fact like me, then stick around, because I'm about to dive head first into the Sounds Good Feels Good album. I'll list my favourites in the order they appear on the album.<br />
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<b>1. Permanent Vacation</b><br />
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This one seriously reminds me of the song "It's Five O'Clock Somewhere" by Alan Jackson. It's got the whole, "Screw what people say. I'm doing things my way and I'm taking a break" vibe going on. It's fun. It's peppy. It's upbeat. But it's definitely a step up from She Looks So Perfect.<br />
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<b>2. Waste the Night </b><br />
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In my humble opinion, I think the best part of this song is the chorus and the interlude. It's kind of sappy, I'm not going to lie, but I still like it. It's about needing someone's love and not wanting to make the same mistakes as last time by leaving them. Last time they wasted the night and they don't want to do that this time. The interlude is just pretty. I have no idea what they're saying, but it's pretty.<br />
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<b>3. Castaway</b><br />
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This one probably has the rockiest vibe on the album, even if it's not the heaviest. The lyrics do nothing for me really, I just love the beat, especially in the pre-chorus. The pre-chorus lyrics are pretty good too actually, so I retract my statement. They're about how someone left them with nothing but empty picture frames. It's got a vibe of another band, but I can't quite place it. Anyone have any ideas?<br />
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<b>4. Broken Home</b><br />
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I could go on for ages about the beauty and pain in this song. And I'm pretty sure like many other people, it took me a few times before I could listen to it without breaking down and sobbing. It's about a girl who's grew up in a home where her parents were always fighting and screaming and she was dying. She's looking back on her time there and it still hurts. The chorus, ugh, the chorus. I'm tearing up as I think about it now. It's her talking directly to her parents. It saddens me to think about just how many people can relate to this song. Even if you aren't a 5SOS fan, listen to this song. It's really beautiful and real.<br />
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"<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Hey mum, hey dad</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;">When did this end?</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;">Where did you lose your happiness?</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;">I'm here alone inside of this broken home</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;">Who's right, who's wrong</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;">Who really cares?</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;">The fault, the blame, the pain's still there</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;">I'm here alone inside of this broken home, this broken home"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yet another beautifully written song. Man, these guys really surprised me with the depth in their lyrics this time around. I mean, I knew they were good writers, but we went from them writing songs like Don't Stop, to this. This song is about not knowing who you are and being torn between your dreams. The chorus is, "Who am I? Who am I when don't know myself?" I don't know, it's a very relatable song, especially when you're having to choose between stuff that you love. And the violins at the end are just gorgeous.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Michael. Just Michael. He's on fire in this song and I'm so proud of him and he sounds so good. My Dad listened to this and said it reminded him of a band he listened to growing up, so that gives you an idea of the vibe. It's really cool. It's totally different than anything they'd written before. It's a very lyrical song. In a weird way, it kind of reminds me of Mary Poppins? I don't know. Just listen to the song. </span></div>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-43621724479529969982015-11-13T15:00:00.000-05:002015-11-13T15:00:00.808-05:00Thanksgiving Weekend<br />
Hello Lovelies,<br />
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This post is about a month overdue and the truth is, I completely forgot about it. I was scrolling through my photo library, looking through the photos from the past month and realized that I had a whole bunch of photos from Thanksgiving weekend that I'd never posted!<br />
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Back in July, my family and I bought tickets to see Marianas Trench at Norfolk County Fair. Closer to the date, we thought, "Why don't we just spend the weekend up there?" Let me tell you, it was really fun to tell people who were having dinner with their families for Thanksgiving that I was going to see one of my favourite bands and spending the weekend in Norfolk. It made me feel like I was part of the dangerous, rock band loving family. Oh shush, let me live happily in my delusion. My family is totally dangerous and rock band loving. ;) Anyways, I didn't actually get to take any good pictures of Marianas Trench because I wasn't allowed to bring my good camera in, but I'll give you a crappy iPhone picture, just so I can say that I was there.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ta da! I was there! They were incredible, again. Definitely<br />going to see them perform on their next Canadian tour.<br />Astoria songs anyone?<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was heavenly. Truly beautiful. It was a poutine with<br />pulled pork and fresh cheese curds. The gravy was just salty<br />enough and the fries were crispy and I'm drooling just<br />remembering it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He was so cute and flopsy. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little guy was just two weeks old and he was so cute<br />and soft. Smelly, but very adorable.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I love bird eyes. They're always so<br />alert and round. That probably sounds<br />really weird. I'm not a creepy person,<br />I promise.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is it just me, or does he look remind<br />you of a vampire? Dracula or something.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ferris wheels are very picturesque. <br />They remind me of Grease and the<br />Notebook. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It took me a zillion times to get this<br />picture because I had to get the sun<br />flare just right with the people and the<br />merry-go-round. But I'm really happy<br />with the way it turned out. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Again with the Ferris wheel. ^^</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Grandy is very pretty. I really like<br />this picture. It captures her quiet <br />personality and her artist side at the<br />same time. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ahaha, no family outing would be complete without a<br />ridiculous picture from Jonathan and I. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the Sunday, we visited Chudley's<br />Apple Farm to grab some apples.<br />My family all went to get the bags,<br />I went to go get the pictures. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was the second weekend in October,<br />and it felt like the beginning of September.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really need a macro lens.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous, gorgeous flowers.</td></tr>
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-8759677146090348302015-11-06T15:00:00.000-05:002015-11-06T15:00:00.868-05:00Canoeing in Massasauga Park Hello Lovelies!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So it's been a while, a decently long while. I'd say it won't happen again, but let's be real, it probably will. If you're still here and reading this, hello friends! If not, I hope you're enjoying your life wherever you are. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Back in September (so long ago, le gasp!), my sister Victoria, my Dad and I all went up to Massasauga Park to go canoeing and spend the day up there. It started off being a rainy, kind of gross day, but it ended up be being really pretty. Have some pictures.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The water was so calm, it was like a<br />mirror. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm actually rather fond of our canoe. It's very pretty. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gotta love those names though.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't know what those little green ball things are, but<br />they looked nice against the backdrop of the canoe and the<br />water. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was where we stopped for lunch and snacks. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm quite proud of this picture. I think<br />it's pretty intense.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First star to the right and straight on 'til morning...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We canoed a bit more, stopping at different banks to drain<br />the canoe (it got a leak) or grab snacks or pee. On one<br />of the banks that we stopped at, the ground was covered in these<br />tiny mushrooms.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was also a little toad who decided to join our party. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture feels very Tumblry. We<br />stopped one last time at the place<br />we ate lunch so Dad could go swimming<br />and Victoria and I could grab something<br />warm to drink.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from the campsite rock.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sunset on the way home was gorgeous. The sky was<br />on fire. </td></tr>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-65771041934383298012015-10-06T15:00:00.000-04:002015-10-06T15:00:01.041-04:00Nostalgia Hits Me Hard PlaylistHello Lovelies!<br />
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I don't know what it is about them, but I love nostalgic songs. Songs that talk about the beauty, the struggles, the innocence of times gone by. Songs that make me ache for times past. I love those songs. I have a whole playlist of them and I thought I'd share some of my favourites with you.<br />
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<i>1. Acadia by Marianas Trench</i><br />
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First off, this song is by one of my favourite bands ever, so that's pretty great. It describes the teenage and young adult years and growing up in a small town with your friends. The chorus says "Every memory comes on, when I hear that old song that we used to sing with the words all wrong". It talks about that old town being gone and how you can't return, but you have the memories. Beautiful, beautiful song.<br />
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<i>2. Anne Leaves Green Gables by Hagood Hardy</i><br />
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Ever notice how songs don't have to have words to be nostalgic. This song is one of those songs. It's a soundtrack piece from, well, Anne of Green Gables. It's sad sounding, but beautiful sounding as well. I can't help but be taken back to years ago when we'd spend our summers at my Grandparents' farm.<br />
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<i>3. Autumn Leaves by Ed Sheeran</i><br />
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This song is one of his lesser known songs, but I really like it. It's the perfect song to fall asleep to. It's a bit deeper; I can't tell if it's about the end of relationship or about the end of a person's life. "Float down, like autumn leaves. Hush now, close your eyes before the sleep. And you're miles away, and yesterday, you were here with me." It's a really pretty, soft song. Kinda sad, but definitely brings back the memories.<br />
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<i>4. Old School by Hedley</i><br />
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I love this song so much. It's got to be in the top three favourite nostalgic songs. First of all, Hedley's Canadian, so that makes it ten times better. ;) I love the feeling of this song and the way the lyrics are written. It's so beautiful. "Why don't you meet me, down behind our old school? We'll waste away the weekend with perfect regard for how cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity. The apathy surrounding me, don't close your eyes or we'll fade away." Gahhh, amazing.<br />
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<i>5. The Last Goodbye by Billy Boyd</i><br />
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I don't know if this one gets to me so much just because I'm a huge Lord of the Rings fan and Pippin is the one who sings it. It's almost folkish and the way it builds is so beautiful. I know I keep using that word, but they truly are beautiful songs. Pippin's, ahem, Billy's voice is so whimsical and the mix of the guitar with the violins and piano is gorgeous. It makes me teary every time I hear it. "And though where the road then takes me, I can not tell. We came all this way, but now comes the day to bid you farewell."<br />
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<i>6. Vienna by Billy Joel</i><br />
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This one's an oldie but a goldie. It's about slowing down and letting yourself relax because your life is always going to be there for you. Your life waits for you, so there's no point in getting super stressed out about it. Which technically doesn't make it a nostalgic song I guess, but it makes me feel nostalgic, so it gets included in this list.<br />
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<i>7. 18 Years by Daughtry</i><br />
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"18 Years" is quite similar to "Acadia" in my mind. It's about remembering the wild, fun teen years in your little town. You move on, you move away, but you never really forget the times you spent there. "We were young, we were wild, we were halfway free. We were kids on the run on a dead end street. Looking back in the rearview mirror, you know the view used to be much clearer. But we'll laugh and we'll cry 'til there's no more tears. Yeah tonight can we just hold on to those 18 years?"<br />
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What are your favourite nostalgic songs, if you listen to them?<br />
<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-68080493359039288512015-10-05T15:00:00.000-04:002015-10-05T15:00:00.587-04:00Nothing Happened<div class="MsoNormal">
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I hate this phrase so much. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s just so full of hidden meaning, things that aren’t out
in the open. Because if you have to clarify that “nothing happened”, it means
that someone was expecting something to happen. And there’s so much that
actually happens behind a “nothing happened”.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He stares at you, makes you uncomfortable. He leers and you
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uncomfortable. You point him out to someone, and they look over.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Did he do anything besides stare?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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night that you guys made up, became friends again. You miss her, you guys
haven’t talked in ages. But she ignores you, doesn’t look at you. Someone says
she doesn’t want to talk to you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What happened? Did you guys make up? Are you guys okay
now?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No. Nothing happened.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your parents are fighting all the time. They scream and yell
at each other. The house is always full of tension, underlying currents of acid
stream through the atmosphere. You tell your friends about how nasty things are
at home.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Does he hit her? Are they getting a divorce?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, nothing really happened. They’re just fighting.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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You like him. You think he likes you. Everyone thinks you
two would work great together. Every time you guys hang out there’s so much not
being said, so much that is lying just beneath the surface. Every time your
eyes meet, it’s charged. Your banter borders on something that’s not “just
friends”. People wait with baited breath, waiting for something to happen
between the two of you. But you and he grow apart; you stop talking. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Did anything ever happen between you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, nothing happened.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Agha blagha boo! There is so much new music coming out over the next two months and I cannot physically contain my excitement!<br />
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So first Marianas Trench was like, "Hey! We've got a new album coming out on October 23!" And I was like:</div>
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And then 5SOS was like, "Would you like a heart attack? Our new album also comes out on the 23rd." And I was like:</div>
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THEN! Hedley was like, "While recovering from your heart attack, listen to our new music on November 6th."</div>
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May I freak out yet?</div>
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-10044917154482211722015-09-28T15:00:00.000-04:002015-09-28T15:00:03.098-04:00Awenda 2015Hello Lovelies!<br />
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I don't know if I've ever done a post on any of my trips to Awenda, but if I haven't, I'm truly sorry. It's a beautiful campground up near Midland. My family and I have camped there for years and we try to go every summer. Because of my Grandpa dying last summer, we didn't get to go, and it was beginning to look like we wouldn't be able to squeak it in this year either, but we did! Enjoy some pictures of what I think it one of Ontario's prettiest places.<br />
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If you ever come to Canada looking for a place to camp, I strongly recommend this place.<br /><br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-43162992929718350462015-09-24T15:30:00.000-04:002015-09-24T16:26:11.649-04:00Swanfire ForeverHello Lovelies,<br />
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I like stories. I'm sure that's no surprise to you all by now. I love the characters and the way they interact and develop throughout the story. And of course, I love the relationships.<br />
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Now, I have many favourite pairings.<br />
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Anne and Gilbert...<br />
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But my current all time favourite is Emma and Neal. Swanfire. (Spoilers for season three ahead. If you want to skip my ramble, but still want Swanfire feels, head to the bottom. There's my fan edit video down there. ^^)</div>
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They're just so incredible! They have this intense past that makes them wary of love and trusting anyone. Then they create a deep history together. Then they meet each other eleven years later as broken, hurting people and realize that they're still completely in love with each other. And that terrifies Emma. The idea of loving the same guy that messed up her life earlier, even if he thought he was doing the right thing, is a frightening prospect. And for him, he feels hopeless. He knows he's done wrong by her. He can see the weight of his actions weighing on her shoulders. But he still loves her. </div>
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Then he "dies" and Emma is left grieving even more than the first time he left her. The first time he left, she was mad and angry and had sworn never to see him again. It was completely over in her mind. When they met again, hope and fear began to spring up inside her. Maybe it wasn't over. Maybe they had a chance. Maybe they could make things right. Maybe she was completely terrified that she still loved him after all this time. When he died, not only did she grieve over him, but over the chance that they had and then lost. She had spent eleven years thinking he didn't love her, only to learn that he had loved her, deeply, but wanted to do the right thing. The grief is mixed with a different kind of anger. More of a "what if?" kind of anger.</div>
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Echo Cave changed a lot in the dynamic of their relationship. For the first time since they met again, Emma is transparent with him, telling him exactly how she feels. I know she told Neal she loved him a few episodes earlier, but I think there's a really big difference between the two occasions. The first time, he was about to die. She didn't have to face any consequences of her confession. He would be gone. This time, she is telling him she loves him knowing that there will most likely be ramifications later. </div>
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And this is where the writers did two horrible things wrong. They put Emma with Hook and they killed Neal. And I can't believe they did either. In my mind, Emma and Neal should have been end game. They'd been through so much and come so far, it seems unfair, cruel even, to have them not end up together. For heaven's sakes! They have a child together! Even if the writers <i>had </i>to stick Hook and Emma together, why did they have to kill Neal? It's just cruelty.<br />
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Anywho! If you've skipped my rant, my video is below.<br />
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Is anyone else really excited for season five to start??<br />
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Also! My sister Victoria and I have started up a book blog over at <a href="https://sparrowandacorn.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Sparrow and Acorn: Book Reviews</a> if you want to check it out.<br />
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School's only been here two weeks and I'm already looking forward to it being over. But, at the same time, I'm working my butt off so I can bump my average from 93.6% to 95%, because it means I get more scholarship money from the universities I'm looking at..<br />
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Anyways, that's completely besides the point of this post. I wanted to show you all some pictures from the CNE, a Canadian over-glorified fall fair that is actually a lot of fun. Enjoy.<br />
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<br /><br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-53240699022549257002015-09-07T15:30:00.000-04:002015-09-07T15:30:00.827-04:00Sainte-Marie Among the HuronsHello Lovelies,<br />
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Little history lesson with Sarah. Sainte - Marie among the Hurons was a Jesuit settlement and it was the first European settlement to become what is now known as Ontario. It's been rebuilt and preserved so people can go visit it, and I went to go visit it a few week ago.<br />
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-64840708304298000682015-09-02T15:17:00.000-04:002015-09-02T15:17:00.180-04:00Cottaging in TinyHello Lovelies!<br />
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A few weeks ago, I got to head up to the little town of Tiny and rent a cottage with my family for a week. We had truly odd weather. Some days it was almost 35 degrees and sunny, other days it was rainy, and then some nights went down to almost eight degrees! But it did allow me to take a variety of pictures.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were a few rainy days. This picture was taken at about<br />8 am, and I thought the colouring and lighting was so<br />pretty that I made myself get out of bed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cloudy days spent at the beach were some of my favourites.<br />Warm, but low risk of sunburn.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This woman just took her dog around the lake on this little<br />board and I thought it was adorable, so of course, I took<br />a picture.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rainy afternoons are perfect for watching the Hobbit movies,<br />eating ice cream and playing board games.</td></tr>
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Recently I've been going back through all the pictures I've taken over the past three-ish years and trying to pick ones that would be decent to send to *gulp* Universities. I'm telling you, I currently feel like the most incompetent person to work a camera ever. Wish me luck!<br /><br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-25245592227865816942015-08-31T15:30:00.000-04:002015-08-31T15:30:00.985-04:00Film CampHello Lovelies!!<br />
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If you remember, a few posts ago, I talked about my <a href="http://aglimpseofblue.blogspot.ca/2015/06/a-future-in-film.html" target="_blank">genius realization</a> that I should go into film, as I love writing and working with a camera. Well, shortly after I posted that post, I signed up for film camp in Toronto and two weeks ago, I actually went. Le gasp! Sarah interacting with other humans! Le gasp!<br />
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It was such an amazing experience. I typically find it really hard to be with other humans for an extended period of time as I get really tired, but at the end of these eight hour days, I left the group of twenty six feeling energized and inspired. I got to work with amazing people and amazing equipment and it completely confirmed the fact that I should go into film.<br />
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Every day we did one or two little films and then attended workshops with guest professionals (one was the writer and producer of Orphan Black, another had shot music videos with Drake and was scheduled to film a movie with Donald Sutherland, another had just finished directing and writing her first full length movie, you get the gist).<br />
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We were split up on the first day into groups and in our little groups, we were to come up with an idea for a short film, write a script and then shoot and edit it. This was my group's movie. I got to write and direct some of it and act in a bunch of it as the main girl. Just a warning, my acting is not great. In fact, it's pretty terrible. The funny thing about this camp was that everyone was so much more comfortable behind the camera, so no one really wanted to act. Therefore, I was stuck with the job. I am not an actor. Don't judge. But enjoy. Because I really enjoyed making it.<br />
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It was an amazing experience and definitely one of the high lights of my year.<br />
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Just over a year ago, I posted that I was <a href="http://aglimpseofblue.blogspot.ca/2014/06/summer-makeover.html" target="_blank">re-doing my room </a>and then I never posted pictures of my completed room! Which is really sad because I actually am very proud of the way it turned out. When she saw it for the first time, my sister said, "Wow, I didn't know rooms looked like that outside of Tumblr." Then my friend said, "I feel like I'm looking at a Pinterest board." So without further adieu, come take a little look inside my room.<br />
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I semi-melted an old record and turned it into a bowl.<br />
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Anywho, there you go. Hopefully you got a little big more of an insight into my very complicated mind.<br />
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Oh! And this is my 100th post. Go me for using words to write stuff.<br />
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-47528038403939343412015-08-24T15:00:00.000-04:002015-08-24T15:00:01.127-04:00A Day in the CityHello Lovelies!<br />
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My apologies for being almost completely inactive this month! I knew I was going to be but due to my laziness/forgetfulness/bad-blogger-ness, I didn't tell you. But I have returned with a slew of new pictures, post ideas and stories, ready to face the wonderful and somewhat dreaded autumn months.<br />
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This past month has been very, very full. So full that I had to take a bunch of time off work. So full that I think I've been home a total of six days this month. So full that I don't think it would all fit in one blog post. Today's post shall be dedicated to one of my excursions; a trip into Toronto with my family.<br />
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We visited Kensington Market first. I loved the atmosphere, so I took a bunch of pictures of the surroundings (read: tons of pictures of row houses because I may or may not be obsessed with them).<br />
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Then we walked through China town.<br /><br />
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After a day downtown, we went Laser tagging, which is probably the most amazing thing ever. We played the first game with a bunch of eight year olds and I placed seventh. The second game, there were a bunch of college aged guys, big guys who sized everyone up beforehand and were confident they could beat us all. I beat every single of them and placed third out of 32 players. There's something very satisfying about beating overconfident guys who are at least a foot taller than you.<br /><br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-43168878660022822712015-08-06T19:00:00.000-04:002015-08-06T19:00:00.928-04:00Can't You See That It's Just Raining?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Your rubber boots are a little tighter than you remember. They chafe your ankles as you tug them on over your jeans. You haven't worn them in at least a year. Maybe more.<br />
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The thunder booms outside and the percussion of the rain hits your window. The drops stream down the glass and your heart beats in excitement.<br />
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The open text books lie on the table, a half filled notebook beside them. You had an exam next monday. You didn't care. It was the first rainfall and you needed to get out.<br />
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Giggling as you throw open the door, you run outside, deliriously happy.<br />
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"What are you doing?" Your friend calls incredulously from inside the doorway. "It's pouring buckets! At least grab an umbrella."<br />
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No, not this time.<br />
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The rain falls like the notes of a melody on paper and you lift your face towards the grey sky and laugh. It's wonderful, the warm drops hitting you face, brushing through your hair.<br />
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"Come out and join me!" You call back to the house with a grin.<br />
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"What? Are you crazy?"<br />
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"Yes," you shout cheerfully, throwing you arms wide as if you embrace an old friend, "in the best way!"<br />
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"If I catch pneumonia and die, I'm coming to haunt you." And with that, reluctant footsteps can be heard squishing into the wet ground. Your friend squeals as she runs towards you. She shoves you and soon, you're both laughing. You feel six years old again.<br />
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And suddenly, as if something has possessed you, as if something has taken hold of your heart, as if the rain's melody has cast a spell over you, you begin to dance, your face upturned and your arms wide.<br />
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You twirl with the drops, skip with the water, dance with the storm. And your heart feels free. And you realize how much you'd missed this. It's been so long since you danced in the rain.<br />
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(A/N: Funny story, this little blurb was actually inspired by the tweet by Marianas Trench which read "Rained like crazy in our home town last night. We needed that. Been so long since I've danced in the rain.")Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5037805377307865636.post-62851891860941292422015-08-03T16:00:00.000-04:002015-08-03T16:00:00.472-04:00Top 5 Plot Twists in OnceHello Lovelies!<br />
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I just finished all of the Once Upon a Time that has currently been released to date and I'm so flipping mad at how the season finale ended! You can't just leave people like that be and be like, "Ta ta! See you four months! Enjoy the stress." Anyways, I'm trying to remind myself that this show is pretty good at throwing all sort of things at you and they (usually) work out. And honestly, I do like the plot twists. They keep me on my feet. So! I've decided to do a countdown of the top five plot twists in the show so far.<br />
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5. Marian is actually Zelena.<br />
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Ooh, this was frustrating. Immensely so. Regina was <i>finally</i> going to get her happy ending with Robin Hood and be happy and good. Not only does Zelena completely mess with Robin and Regina, but she places a wedge between Regina and Emma who were <i>finally</i> starting to get along. I was trying to figure out how to kindly or heroically kill Marian off because she wasn't a bad person and the only reason I didn't like her was because she was married to Robin. And then we find out she isn't actually Marian and the real Marian is dead and I just want to rip her head off. But, with all that frustration being expressed, I must admit, I didn't expect this whatsoever.<br />
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4. Lily is Maleficent's daughter.<br />
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Okay, I will admit, I did figure this one out before it happened. It was really clever of them to place Lily in Emma's past and I love the way they managed to weave her character into Emma's present time. When we originally learned that Emma had been friends with Lily seasons ago, I really hoped that she would find Lily again to at least make up if not be friends. And then when Maleficent's egg got sent to our world and <i>survived</i>, at the same time Snow was pregnant with Emma, I was pretty sure the egg would be Lily.</div>
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3. Little Red is also the wolf.</div>
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Not the biggest of plot twists ever but <i>so cool</i>. I don't remember if I figured this one out before it was revealed, but I was definitely impressed with the cleverness of this one. I was sorry she had to kill Peter to find out she was the wolf (Peter and the Wolf, eh?? Should've seen that one coming...), but it made her character so much richer and so much more interesting. It also helped to explain Granny's brutish attitude.<br />
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2. Baelfire and Neal are the same person.<br />
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This one is only less cool than the first one by like a sliver of a fraction of an inch. I mean, it related everyone to each other and my mind was blown. I mean, we knew Neal was Henry's father. And we knew that Bae was Rumple's son. But for Neal and Bae to be the same person introduced a whole new level of "WHOAAA!" I think I figured this out as soon as we started seeing Neal running away from Emma in New York. So just a second before we actually saw who he was. And I'm sorry, but I will never ship Captain Swan nearly as much as I shipped SwanFire and nothing can convince me otherwise. Neal was just amazing.</div>
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1. Peter Pan is actually Rumplestiltskin's father.<br />
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Whoa. Just "PFFFFT". That's the sound of my brain exploding. I didn't figure out this plot twist ahead of time. In fact, it took me a few minutes after the episode to try and get it all straight in my head. I mean, the fear on Rumple's part suddenly made sense. And so did the weird familiarity Peter had with Rumple. It amazed me to no end and that's why it sits at the the top of this list as the coolest plot twist.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17473452887924526101noreply@blogger.com1