My name is Sarah Abramson. I was born on June 10, 1993 in Maryland, but for most of my life (well, at least half of it), I have lived in Pennsylvania, in a little town called Red Lion.
I am currently nineteen years old and I attend college at Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah.
I am about five feet and five and a quarter inches tall, approximately two hundred and five pounds (but I never actually know, and also I'm not ashamed of weighing that much because I know I only look like about a hundred fifty, maybe even less.) I have light brown hair that has blond and red natural highlights in it that are mostly so subtle that it just looks brown but on sunny days my hair likes to pretend it's the color of caramel or butterscotch. But currently it is kind of brown and kind of red owing to hair dye and a recent, very short haircut. I have hazel eyes that are dark brown on the edges and are kind of olivey in the middle and gold right around the pupils. I am pasty white (like, impossibly, unfunnily white) and I have a predisposition for acne and I have chubby chipmunk cheeks and a cute little nose. This description is unbiased and I honestly do not think I am either ugly or pretty. I am very bad at accepting compliments but I am working on just saying thank you or on turning it back around onto the compimenter. ("No, you're pretty!")
I'm majoring in English, and I would very much like to write fantasy and YA fiction as my career but failing that I would be just fine with self-publishing a few bad novels on Amazon and working in like an ice cream store or something.
I am a practicing Mormon, or a member of The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter-Day Saints. I may someday serve a mission, but I want to finish college first and really, it's whatever the Lord decides he has planned for me. Yes, you may ask me questions about my religion. If you'd prefer not to do so in the comments, you may email me at sarahabramsonpianist@gmail.com.
It is a pipe dream of mine to live in New York in a penthouse studio apartment with between one and three cats, a guinea pig or two, a parakeet, a turtle, and an owl.
Actually, scratch that. I think I would prefer a Corgi, because they are adorable.
It is slightly less of a pipe dream and more of an attainable goal of mine to get married in the temple to someone who loves me a lot and who I love back and who I have probably never met and who preferably is a returned missionary with a fondness for books and geeky things like Doctor Who and Sherlock and Supernatural and Firefly and who will tolerate me when I'm so busy concentrating on an internal storyline that I can't actually hear or focus on what they're saying.
I am very fond of Doctor Who, Sherlock, Supernatural, Harry Potter, Starkid Productions, Firefly, the entire Marvel Universe, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Battlestar Galactica, Star Trek (original TV show and reboot movies), all works by Jane Austen, all works by Charlotte Bronte (but not Emily Bronte, why would you read Wuthering Heights, it's so incredibly depressing), all works by Jasper Fforde, all works by Tamora Pierce, all works by John Green, the Lizzie Bennet Diaries, My Mad Fat Diary, Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, and various other things that if I remember more of, I will mention later.
I started a blog because blogs are the future of resumes and because I need somewhere to practice writing in public, kind of like a journal but not as intensely personal- well, okay, I talk about intensely personal stuff, but it is my blog. And I generally leave out the stuff I'm truly ashamed of. Assume that if you have read my blog, that I have told you about my life problems discussed in said blog, but remind me gently in face-to-face conversation that you have obtained information from the blog otherwise I'm going to panic and be like, "No, I never said that!" because lying is the BEST way to cover your tracks. *sarcasm*
I have several people (characters?) who feature or who will feature fairly strongly on this blog. For reasons of not wanting to violate anyone's privacy without their permission but still with the wanting to write about them, I choose not to use their real names. Here is a short list of code names and descriptions of their relationships with me.:
Dad- my father
Mom- my mother
the Beast- my older brother
the Beauty- my younger sister
the Angel- my second youngest brother
the Prodigy- my youngest brother
L- a friend from college who writes a blog called Pride and Narratives
Channelling Luna Lovegood- a friend from high school who writes a blog called Channelling Luna Lovegood (because she liked the name I came up with for her so she stoled it with my permission)
Superwholockmarauder- originally a friend from college and now my roommate who loves a ton of the same things I do and who I get along with swimmingly and who is just awesome
Smiley- a friend from college who used to be my roommate and is now married
Fairy-Tale Princess- a friend of Superwholockmarauder and Smiley and I who used to room with Superwholockmarauder and Smiley and who often writes fairy tales which are awesome and which prominently feature pink fuzzy dragons and ninjas
Methusaleh- a friend who Superwholockmarauder and I met through Fairy-Tale Princess and who we successfully persuaded to join the nerd life
Double M- a friend from college who will be my roommate next year along with Superwholockmarauder
Survivorpuff- a friend from college who is awesome and who is living with my roommates currently
Sense and Sensibility- a friend from college who is awesome and who will be at some point living in our apartment complex (also a book by Jane Austen but yeah you know)
Tuba-Viola-Girl- a friend from high school who was my neighbor because our backyards touched and who was very awesome and one of the most kind and genuine people I know
the Concert Pianist- a friend from high school who was my fellow choir accompianist and mostly we were sort of a little bit best friends but not really because I made a point of not having best friends.
the Ballerina- a friend from high school who is an excellent ballet dancer
Bookworm I Miss- a friend from high school whose interest in Tamora Pierce introduced me to Tamora Pierce and who moved to another district after freshman year of high school which made me and still makes me very sad indeed
the Evil Genius- a friend from high school who moved to another school district in eighth grade and who I also missed desperately because she was positively diabolical and I love her to bits
This list will be added onto as necessary figures come into my life.
I am a fan of comments both on Facebook and on the blog itself. Do tell me what you think of my writing. Do not complain about the subject matter, because idowhatiwant but I do try not to be offensive. Unless I'm angry. Then I am trying to be deliberately rude. But I try not to direct rudeness at specific people. And this isn't like a complaining blog. Although it sure feels like it sometimes.
About the title- "with jam and bread" is a line from the Rogers and Hammerstein musical The Sound Of Music, in the song "Do-Re-Mi." I don't drink tea (unless it's herbal tea) with my jam and bread, but I have made the metaphor, in my very first post, that life is like a piece of bread. Sometimes the bread is really good, like French bread or caramel almond scones or breadsticks. Sometimes the bread is weird fifty-two-grain bread with little chunks of hard grainy nutty things in them which are not meant to be consumed by humans because we are not cows and only have the one stomach. (Opinion, not scientific fact.) Sometimes the bread is just average potato bread or English muffin or bagel. Sometimes, you get jam with your bread, in all kinds of fun varieties. Sometimes the jam is actually butter or honey or Nutella or cheese. Either way, there's a whole lot of good in life, and unless you have fifty-two grain bread with hard grainy nutty things, life, and bread, are pretty good. (Sarah made a metaphor. Aren't you proud of her?)
I talk a lot about how I am a very sad and very dysfunctional person because I am in fact a very sad and a very dysfunctional person but I also like to whine about my life because I have this problem where I really want to connect with people physically like with hugs and back rubs and cuddling and also emotionally where I want to trust people but I do not often have people who want to cuddle or are willing to cuddle with me and I also have this problem where I don't want to burden anyone in particular with my problems so heigh ho you ALL get to hear about them. YAY.
That's honestly about it. I will edit this page as I need to but I'm not going to post an update to Facebook or tumblr every time.Ya know. Convenience.
Ta, my friends. Peace to you and your jam and your bread.
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