I'm so serious right now.
Grab a glass of wine and a blanket and let yourself join me on my journey. It is not unlike that of the Princess Bride except she had a horse and an "As you Wish" prince, and my car got broken into at a bowling alley and my computer got stolen. Don't quite see the similarities? Me neither.
So I'm out with my friend at a bowling alley on Sunday night (Shatto 39 Lanes to be exact). I cheerfully park my little accord down in the snug but cozy bowling alley parking garage. I pat her on the hood and tell her to be good, (rhymes come easy... what can I say?) and my friend and I saunter into the charmingly sketchball bowling alley that we will call home for the next 40 minutes. We mosey up to the bar that stands like a beacon amidst the sea of pool tables and Ms. Pac Mans and get our first drink. I love bowling alley drinks. Cheap as shit, and they come in tiny glasses with tiny straws. Barry got something with three maraschino cherries. You don't just find that anywhere folks. Long story short, we spent 40 glorious minutes in the b.a. (bowling alley, get with it) playing turkey hunting games that basically call the turkeys "toms" and keep telling us that we only scored a "C". Bogus. I was way better than that.
The night was coming to a close and we decide to find the next destination. I believe we were in our third verse of Kumbaya as we reached my car door as I realized that my back window had been smashed and my car stereo was gone and my cassette tapes had been ransacked. You all think I'm still joking, but I really do still have cassette tapes and thank the Lord the crooks must not have had room for them, because they left them all. Whew. They did manage to fit my car stereo in their bag though. Hmmmm.
the sad part of the story is actually here as I stop joking and realized that they had taken not only my computer but my journal as well. I have been writing in this journal for the past two years, documenting my whole life. As many of you may know from the bits and pieces that I share at shows and through emails, a lot has freakin' happened over the past two years and I had been diligently writing and reflecting on it all on a fairly regular basis. Not to mention what was on my poor little computer. Music I have yet to finish, lyrics that were in pieces, pictures of our adventures and tours. All the incredible correspondence with so many absolutely wonderful people who have been encouraging me and writing to me sharing their experiences with the music. I have kept every email and they meant the absolute world to me. It makes me ill to know that I've lost all of those emails and all the music and lyrics that I had been working on.
On the first day after, I definitely mourned the loss of my beloved stuff... I felt like somebody had stolen my dog, or my dog's computer.
But after the first day I said, well shit.... Can't cry for the rest of the week. I'll miss "the Apprentice". So I'm moving forward and just banking on the fact that if any of that stuff is worth remembering I'll remember it. I think about the poor souls in the Gulf who lost absolutely everything. Can you imagine? In the grand scheme of things, I didn't really lose much, and I learned a painful but valuable lesson: Ms. Pac Man is dangerous, and tiny drinks can be a clever distraction for crooks who want your journal.
On a serious note... Back up your info on your computer. I would love to have all my information somewhere else, but I clearly don't. So if you are reading this, and you have a laptop... run to the nearest hard drive and do yourself a favor and ask someone how to copy your hard drive to some other hard drive or whatever. I'm no tech wizard, clearly.
You might want to copy your journals too and leave each page with two different friends so in case yours gets stolen and one friend loses one page you'll know not to be their friend anymore AND you'll still have your RESPONSIBLE friend to take to lunch and get your damn journal page back from.
Aw. I miss my journal.
I miss you all too.
Let's have a show soon, yeah?
I love you all.
sara
Grab a glass of wine and a blanket and let yourself join me on my journey. It is not unlike that of the Princess Bride except she had a horse and an "As you Wish" prince, and my car got broken into at a bowling alley and my computer got stolen. Don't quite see the similarities? Me neither.
So I'm out with my friend at a bowling alley on Sunday night (Shatto 39 Lanes to be exact). I cheerfully park my little accord down in the snug but cozy bowling alley parking garage. I pat her on the hood and tell her to be good, (rhymes come easy... what can I say?) and my friend and I saunter into the charmingly sketchball bowling alley that we will call home for the next 40 minutes. We mosey up to the bar that stands like a beacon amidst the sea of pool tables and Ms. Pac Mans and get our first drink. I love bowling alley drinks. Cheap as shit, and they come in tiny glasses with tiny straws. Barry got something with three maraschino cherries. You don't just find that anywhere folks. Long story short, we spent 40 glorious minutes in the b.a. (bowling alley, get with it) playing turkey hunting games that basically call the turkeys "toms" and keep telling us that we only scored a "C". Bogus. I was way better than that.
The night was coming to a close and we decide to find the next destination. I believe we were in our third verse of Kumbaya as we reached my car door as I realized that my back window had been smashed and my car stereo was gone and my cassette tapes had been ransacked. You all think I'm still joking, but I really do still have cassette tapes and thank the Lord the crooks must not have had room for them, because they left them all. Whew. They did manage to fit my car stereo in their bag though. Hmmmm.
the sad part of the story is actually here as I stop joking and realized that they had taken not only my computer but my journal as well. I have been writing in this journal for the past two years, documenting my whole life. As many of you may know from the bits and pieces that I share at shows and through emails, a lot has freakin' happened over the past two years and I had been diligently writing and reflecting on it all on a fairly regular basis. Not to mention what was on my poor little computer. Music I have yet to finish, lyrics that were in pieces, pictures of our adventures and tours. All the incredible correspondence with so many absolutely wonderful people who have been encouraging me and writing to me sharing their experiences with the music. I have kept every email and they meant the absolute world to me. It makes me ill to know that I've lost all of those emails and all the music and lyrics that I had been working on.
On the first day after, I definitely mourned the loss of my beloved stuff... I felt like somebody had stolen my dog, or my dog's computer.
But after the first day I said, well shit.... Can't cry for the rest of the week. I'll miss "the Apprentice". So I'm moving forward and just banking on the fact that if any of that stuff is worth remembering I'll remember it. I think about the poor souls in the Gulf who lost absolutely everything. Can you imagine? In the grand scheme of things, I didn't really lose much, and I learned a painful but valuable lesson: Ms. Pac Man is dangerous, and tiny drinks can be a clever distraction for crooks who want your journal.
On a serious note... Back up your info on your computer. I would love to have all my information somewhere else, but I clearly don't. So if you are reading this, and you have a laptop... run to the nearest hard drive and do yourself a favor and ask someone how to copy your hard drive to some other hard drive or whatever. I'm no tech wizard, clearly.
You might want to copy your journals too and leave each page with two different friends so in case yours gets stolen and one friend loses one page you'll know not to be their friend anymore AND you'll still have your RESPONSIBLE friend to take to lunch and get your damn journal page back from.
Aw. I miss my journal.
I miss you all too.
Let's have a show soon, yeah?
I love you all.
sara
posted by Sara Bareilles at 1:27 AM 
I dont know how you all even started this whole blogging process. I just finished, 45 minutes later. Craziness. I looked at the time you wrote this and thought, hmm, she should be sleeping. I never understood what could go through someones mind when they are about to smash a window in. My poor '87 ford escort. She had been violated many a time by the local crooks. That was many years ago though. She is resting peacefully now. I'm sorry to hear about your computer and journal. I think they take the personal stuff just to be more of an irritant. Bastages. Hey, can I ask a question to anyone? I have been trying to get a Sara CD shipped out to good ol' Iraq for a little bit now with no success. Any secrets? Paypal is not being very cooperative. It's just an APO addr. Us civilians need something other than the stuff they play out here. Terrible terrible stuff. Hope you all are having a good nights sleep. Be good.
How incredible is this?! Last night I was watching a movie and your song "Fairy Tale" came on -- and I thought, "Sara Bareilles from Winship Jr High" -- and then I remembered you singing "Save the Best for Last" at the 8th grade graduation dance. Small world!! If you are ever playing in Tucson, let me know. Congratulations on all your success.
-Katie Wagner
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sucks about your computer and stuff. i hope you can recover everything. oh yeah, and big hello from Atlanta, GA. You're awesome and wonderful, and bad things shouldn't happen to such good people. Take care and good luck.
Yeargh!! I feel your pain, as I, too, keep everything on my computer... either way, it's admirable to hear you've been able to get over it so quickly and work with what you do still have "up there".
If I'd emailed you before, I'd forward the conversations to you, but since I haven't, there isn't much I can do. Sorry!
Good luck putting stuff back together and, if I might suggest, consider buying an external hard drive (as I just did today) on which you can back up all your personal files on a regular basis. Then you don't have to worry about less-than-best friends reading your journal.
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Alternatively, you could go the old school route and buy a paper-and-glue journal and hand-write stuff. I know, it's slow, but isn't it just so much more romantic?
(Wow, it's so easy talking to you. Sort of. Not really, but anyway. Yes, it's about time for a show... in New York City!)
How I ended up on your blog:
1. I loaded your latest CD on my new ipod this week.
2. One of your songs came up in the "shuffle" mode.
3. I thought, "Hmm...I wonder what she's been up to." (I've seen you live a couple times.)
4. I go to your site. I see your blog. I decide to comment.
Congrats on all your success and the record deal! I hope to make to another one of your gigs soon! Happy holidays!
hahaha yessss this is hilarious. I want to be you when I grow up. Don't mind that I'm legally an adult as of four months ago. Your voice is incred. bye!
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