depressed

Hm, well today I made sad pun-jokes about the villain in the novel we are doing a novel study on who is a giant brain. You can guess how that went. Today I am feeling blahhhh and I really hope I am sick for tomorrow- dress down day. I don't know why I hate it and why it always has to ruin my Fridays. ;'( winking sad face as in to say I am not really crying-sarah

Pengu, what have you done? You are much bigger around the upper part of you now!!-squak!

Vell I tried to sneak off into ze batsroom but I guess ze gods vere vatching and sent Kryster in after me, aftervhich I surrendered ze cutting apparatus :P. So today was a bummer-day, the longest day in history of grade 8 actually. People asked me, trying to be polite, "Are you emotionally down?" "Are you depressed?" and my favourite, "Why are you always tired?" hehe. The answer is no. Today I made a penguin on steroids out of those geometry painted-wooden-block things of yellow hexagons and green triangles that we've been using since kindergarten- don't ask. I have discovered that Emma has actually done well at her auditions- bummer (for me) and that Megan's not coming to our school next year and Kryster is sitting on the fence (metaphorically speaking- I'm talking about whether she'll come). That is life so far. LOL(meaning Lots Of Love)-Sarah

Hmph.

Well, I got back from a sleep-over birthday party with 10 other girls. I have homework but am so far doing a good job at not totally acknowledging it. I hope that tomorrow is bus cancellations or maybe I'll be sick- but not Leanne-sick. Emma has auditions tomorrow- good luck! I have nothing to say. Nothing that I would say in front of anyone anyway.-sarah

Kryster, your turn to cut me!

Heehee, so I have this cutting apparatus (actually a cheap geometry set compass) that I pretend to use for...what else? Emma gave me the idea by telling Kryster and I about this girl who was cuttin' away and tried to hide it with a napkin when Emma walked in on her (in the girls' bathroom). So my emo-ness was born. We (kryster and I) when everywhere with my little C.A. and I played (gently) tic tac toe with Eric on my arm with it. Then Adam wanted to play but he obviously didn't know it was sharp....ow. I also made the mistake of saying loudly (after scratching Kryster with it) ''OK it's your turn to cut me now!'' right as Mr. Maxwell walked by. Poor Kryster- Sarak

RRRAAAGHGHGHTTTRRRR(and other blender ice-grinding noises)

You may have heard wind of it and yes, it is true, I have a blender!!! Six speeds, stainless steel, heavy duty, Black&Decker, ice-crushing machine and it's mine! Muahahaha. I am glad that my new addition to my life has brough Eric happiness. I'm gonna be seeing someone every day this weekend but I feel like I just want to be alone yet with friends all at the same time. Oh, how so confusing. (I know I'm not making any sense.) Today's current life-chi-mood-energy-happiness-tranqulity report is...a 3/10. Not so great but I will make the best of it- who am I kidding? I'll feel sorry for myself-lol. And this goes to you, Eric, my wrists and arms are not razor kissed.-sarah

Operation V-Day

Well, the anxiety may have been unessecary(i can never spell that word)- V-day wasn't soooo bad. I wasn't inhumainely forced to dance with someone. I did dance with someone though, but a certain three friends won't drop it. I'm just happy that it's over. On the plus side- with V-day comes free hugs! I got a singing telegram- our vice principal singing "That's What Friends Are For"- thanks Leanne and Emma. Also, I successfully made V-Day gloomy...ish, it ended up being too much fun to be apetheicified. I mean, I got chocolate!-sarah

Valentine's Day Horror Approaching

I am very overwhelmed. Paranoid perhaps- mostly scared. But mostly mostly overwhemled. "Why" you may ask? Valentine's day. It's a day that strikes terror in a reasonable person's heart. It is a day full of crying in the girls' bathroom and being rejected. It's almost like a ritual (the heartbreak part) . Anyway, with V-day comes good things.....KRYSTA HAS FINALLY FOUND LOVE!!!1 Well not finally per se, but finally from our school. So now Krysta is no longer 'too good' for the grade-flunking, too-much-cologne-wearing guys at my school in the middle of nowhere. Me however, am too jaded for love. I tried explaining this to Emma's mom but she kept asking "How could you possibly be too jaded for love at your young age?" I will tell you how. But first, you need a box of Kleenex- not for you, crying over someone's life story whom you do not know would be creepy. For me. If you want part of my sobstory, go to 'sarah's world' at the bottom of my links. That is all for me. I need to mentally prepare myself for the V-day dance where I will be inhumainely forced to dance with someone against my will.-sarah

I am the Procrastinator (say it like when Arnold S. introcduces himself as the Terminator)

I hope Kryster does not find this post. I am supposed to be hard at work on my geography powerpoint. I hope she sees this later and will realize this is why I have been taking so long responding to her im's. Today, Jenna and Krysta were allowing me to be their friends :P (be happy Jenerous Jenna) -Sarah

LULU

OH AND I FORGOT TO SAY THAT I LOVE LULU. LULU IS MY BESTEST FRIEND WHO IS ALWAYS CRYING TEARS OF JOY THAT IS SEMI-RELATED TO ALICE FROM ALICE IN WONDERLAND AND IS MY BESTEST FRIEND. BY THE WAY SHE IS ONLY 2DIMENSIONAL (I DREW HER IN ENGLISH AND MATH CLASS)-SARAH&LULU

h3llo

Hmmmmm-mmmm-mmm. Life is super-duper except some exceptions. (hehe, I find the incessant use of the same 'root word' amusing). Anyway, today Eric is sick. Sick and wounded. Feel better Eric! For some reason, I am not acting my usual self, perhaps it is the no-name green tea I have been sipping. I figured I'd put one of my doodle-poems on here - for an anonymous friend's enjoyment (Krysta). Ahem-hm,
Here I am
Afraid to admit that I’ve lost again
Fingering the pieces in my hands
Of someone else’s life
Here I stand
Clinging, desperate, alone again
Staring at the mirror
And she said…
Now, by the way, a 'doodle-poem' is like doodling with words. This poem is not complete or revised, just found it on the side of a page in my math notebook. I really only put that there because I'm too occupied to actually write about my many(snicker) friends and this poem thingamabob takes up a lot of space- it looks like I've actually worked hard! sarah

hm

Hm. My procrastination has left me overwhelmed and in a feeling of deep despair (emoness lol). I have to work on my math project which is evidently not being done seeing as I'm on blogger.com. Well, I was planning on writing an entry for each one of my friends but I don't have the time right now. I will get to it though- I pwomise! I wish I could write more, I have so much to say inside me, but it can't be said with words- weird. toodle-doo. Sarah

Ma Rap!

K, for the talent show hosted by yours truly, me and Krysta will be doin' a kick....bum rap! I am the beep boxer sand she is the singer. We plan to be wearing baggy white stuff with bling and we'll be sittin' on the hood of an old ford in our music video. bum chih ba bum ba bum chih....The hole in my heart is gettin' biggah and biggah, please help me now befowe I pull da triggah(that word is cencored) bum chih ba bum ba bum chih- What?! everytime a butterfly flies away, my soul and ma life fade ta grey. bum chih ba bum ba bum chih- ouia (that's the french word for 'yeah). Anyway that is our rap. Me and Eric have developed a brilliant money making scheme in which we will have a cheap rip off of Star Wars' Chewbacca called....ChewIEbakka! Fantabulous, I know. Anyway, I had something to say before but I've forgotten it so toodles! -sarah

Boop boop di doop

I got back from auditions for a musical (Urinetown- ugly name, I know) and am now contently talking to Eric and waiting for Emma to call me back- ahem. Today Emma dumped Brad (who currently holds the shortest-relationship-with-emma record and has received the cant-be-more-of-an-asshole prize too) which took a turn for the worst but at least it's over. Krysta might just decide to stay with me at my Crapito School and Nicole's off to Toronto where the ladies outside the hotels are very...friendly. Tomorrow is pyjama day where I plan to purposely not match. Everything is fine today (for my mood-wise other than that today is a crappy day- no, I believe I have a lollipip in my bag, yay) Krysta is finally a crazy emotional poet (minus the crazy) and now I'm gonna go spend quality time with my brother watchin' youtube! ps if you're wondering if i actually made cake (as i said two entries ago) i did. and now it's gone. -sarah