Keep the Ghosts Behind the Door

So a magical person has come back.
I tried to pretend the whole unfortunate incident was a dream.
But there's proof against that now.
How do I feel?
Shrug.

Hurh?

This sorrow's heavenly, it strikes where it doth love.
SHE WAKES

Great. My life is dedicated to learning how to be the mysterious Othello and (kiss and) strangle Desdemona. Who is Phillip. The most poetic thing I've done was write a french poem on a game of jacks. I still need to come up with something that rhymes for the assignment.
I'm out of chocolate.
My dog mauled most of it.
According to Dr. Google, he won't die.
Or shouldn't.

Vomit

Rapists choking on compassion
Gurgling on anything of significance
Spit it out and bury me
Let me become a nival being
With bony fingers scratching at permafrost
I cannibalized my sight for I have no use
To be ruled by a sense that knows more about me than I do
That lies to me more than I do
That needs me more than I do
I can't even see you.
But I can imagine you, what you look like
With the scourge leaking from your perfect smiles.

Here, boy!

So, now I have a dog with spasms. (of fear).
It all started when mother took dog on walk. Dog was chased by husky. Dog is only 12 pounds. Mother decides to remove big dog from little dog's presence. She knocks on door of its house. No answer. She turns the doorknob. Unlocked. Husky happily goes into house. On way out, mother notes dog house with chain in yard. Chain is broken. Dog should not be in house. She rounds the troops and goes back to empty (minus the dog) house and lures it out with 12lbs dog. Little dog is once again horrified. Neighborhood dog is where it should be. Calm is restored. Daughter lives in family with radical problem solving and a traumatized dog.

Family Humour.

So, my mother decides to no longer have disturbing outbursts...

"What do you say to the drowned chauvinist?...Stop being so SEPSIS-t"

Followed by creepy laughter.

Then How Come This Hook's in My Head, Fool?

If you know the quote, I give major kudos.
I doubt you do. Oh the perfidy.
The endless hours I've spent on youtube, surely making me a better person, are starting to seem pointless.
So I have a new friend.
The dictionary.

Do you like it?
My choppy communication skills?
Phrases instead of sentences?
I don't.

So somewhere during wringing my hands in music class and repeatedly clicking the facebook bookmark, I realized something. This is that I will call my collection of artwork, "God". The finger necklace, the dirty syringe...anywho, I believe the head will be an asexual-looking being with flies swarming, escaping from its mouth.
If you're looking for some decent literature, some intellectual rant about world affairs, or heartfelt poetry, you're on a blog. A free blog. Smarten up.

Hmm.
These people with your spurred inspiration and compassion.
Their willingness to accept only because you like the feel of ink.
Are wasting my time.
Go back to your hypocritical wasteland.

It is I!

I have come to fulfill the non-existent need for mediocre prattling on cyberspace.
I have nothing to say.

I remember the smell; sharp sweat and something stale.
I remember the burn; my tongue pressing against my teeth.
I remember his shifting, waiting for what never came.
I remember the tension that was so consuming I shrugged it off and walked out
Libidos caged in a basement
Questions caught in the filter
Regret throbbing onward, through time
I remember being underground, in some working class suburbia
Being in a mine, inhaling poisons, detonator in hand.
I remember leaving.

Can't get my mind off that.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Good, now I've established that.
Huh.
You see, I've been on the mother ship waiting oh so desperately to come home..for a weekend. And here I am. It's more exciting back there.

Where has civilization gone? All I have left to remember the world with is a note. A note from Mme. Clermont that gives me my homework. Finally; some fan mail.
I'll be here.
I guess.
Until Sunday night.
Being surrounded by crazy people makes me feel kinda crazy- or at least assume that I must be.
I'm practically .. gone?
I was trying hard to make no inappropriate jokes or touch on any touchy subjects.

Forget Me, Please.

I love all of you guys.
All of my friends, the people who have been, the people who I've talked to about small things. I love you. You've made such a difference in my life.
It really is a shame.

Damned H1N1 Symptoms

Well...it all started with a cough (on Jenna) and now we're in a happy little pit of sniffles and headaches and overall hot stuffiness. Drats. Jenna was already told not to come back to school. I should probably do the moral thing and not infect more school-goers. We'll see about that.
So, something dawned on me...somewhere between standing, staring at a wall and getting the Welcome-in-you-keep-me-company look from the student counselor I realized that I have no life. And I blog to make it better (not really). But does this help? No. Because no one bothers to read or comment which means that an appropriate substitute would be talking to myself (more). Y'know...somethings get worrying, like when you realize that you once proudly blogged about your quarter-stacking abilities. Or when you make really sad puns to amuse yourself-- soon the whole school will be resentfully amused by my puns! (If they have a large enough vocabulary they'll get it). And I wonder why people look at me funny? (Jenna and Krysta say it's because I walk funny, talk funny, sit down funny, etc.) Aside from going over pep talk from my dearest friends, there are other important things.
I am going to make pogos. Even more significantly, pogos in the oven.

Yay

I'm here because you guys wrote stuff which means that you guys checked the blogs..at least a week ago..

Happy First of September

I feel like the student population can be summed up and put in a scene found in pretty much any cartoon that used to air on Sundays that has now been replaced with the news because "no one" wants to watch decades-old cartoons. Anywho, we have all seen a cartoon where one character is hanging onto something for dear life (usually to avoid falling off a ledge or branch, etc.) while the smaller one is smugly prying the fingers/toes off the safety object whilst happily saying, "One little piggy, two little piggies..." This usually leads to whoever was hanging being thwarted. Well, each school population is trying dearly to hang on to summer but one by one, they go to school. Everyone has gone to school so far and, ultimately, our catholic school in the middle of nowhere is the last little piggy. Drats.
Oh dear; sometimes I scare myself with analogies.
But, in knowing that summer will be over in a week, are we still able to enjoy what we have left? Not really; parents have returned- or just never left- to work, out-of-school friends are in school, and we are sitting with the dread that comes when you are the last person and know- as you have witnessed- the imminent doom lying ahead. Drats..again.
So I suggest this! To pass the time, all of us (that being me, Nicole, Jenna, Krysta, Phillip) MUST FREAKING BLOG FOR ONCE! Hehe, I thought it would be good to have an ulterior motive to this post... XD
So, along with school, my birthday is coming up. (WHY ME?!?) I tried ignoring my birthday last year and pretending I was actually 13..that only lead to missing out on cake. *sigh* So, this year will be different, I hope.
And for Jenna: I hope you're doing well, I love you. =]

Me and M'Nard

So, as most of you know, a NARD stands for Not A Real Dog. You probably didn't know that as I made it up. Oliver might be getting adopted by us...he will strengthen my family's "image"- 4 hicks plus an oversized rodent. But I am happy, he is cute and currently asleep on my pillow. -_-

85

What significance does this number have? Why..it is only the number of quarters I successfully stacked- I could've gone on longer but I ran out of quarters. Anywho, here is my masterpiece..

If you look closely, you can see that Phil, my fellow Fat-Ass (hehe: republican&democrat in one) has just signed on. Also, I put the AMERICAN quarter next to my tower for comparison. Nicole says that the tower exists because I have no life...well, we'll see who has "no life" when we find out that I am, in fact, the one with a gazmillion quarters (really only 85). Hmph. Thought I'd share.

I Know Not What It is, I Shall Smell It.

So, I just had a reality check.
30 seconds ago...
I'm about to get into the shower when I notice a pile of strange look cloths behind the door. And that I do not want to take a shower in a weird-smelling room. I figured that the smell was Alex's recently made popcorn that he carries around with him everywhere -I do not like the smell of fake-butter-popcorn. But, nonetheless, the human instinct to smell this unknown and foreign thing that lurked on my bathroom floor overpowered all reason. I shall tell you this...the cloths smelt as if someone had dropped something into a full toilet then had to strip naked of whatever they were wearing and use the cloth to absorb all of the contents of the toilet to get to the bottom of it and retrieve their item. Ewie. So, I attacked the bathroom with Febreze and dumped the stinky material on my brother's bed.
Present day...
But, this leads me to ask..why do we humans have a tendency to want to smell things? Or is that just me...

Creativity Blooms!

Well, maybe it doesn't. Maybe I just want to see friends. Whatever the reason is..I need to make a show that encompasses my everyday life! The problem is that it can't just be a "Sarah Show" it must be Sarah and Someone. So I need a friend who is willing to do all this 5 minute movie making with me. Yes, Jenna...you know what I mean. ;) Oh haha. Anywho. Bye! PS: My inspiration is from the Allan and Craig Show on Youtube...check 'em out.

The Great Unknown.

Life..what's the point?
The universe..it's freakin' big.
Existentialism..not today's topic.

So this summer has been long and unexciting. Well, it's still long..15 days till my birthday..bleck. But there are things I've discovered that I'll share with you:
1) Olives are, in fact, fruit.
2) City and Colour: Dallas tells it like it is, man.
3) My husband is far far away and I miss him..painfully so.
4) Phillip works at McD's..still..I guess he's passed his training period- which was like what? A month ago?
5) I really want a pair of black, patent leather Doc Martens however my mother is convinced they are "les-boots" and I think otherwise. Please guys, help me out. Tell me your opinions. x]
6) My friends and myself have fallen into a little rut; everyone's bummed, man. This can only mean one thing..GIRLS' NIGHT! Get yo' asses onto my blog and help me plan a vacation getaway before we're dragged into the big education machine.
7) Otep has a new CD and so far it seems dubious and commercialized. Ick. I hope the songs I haven't heard are true to the roots.
8) I am still listening to City and Colour which is bad..I'm not angry (musically)? =0 WTF
9) I need to practise oboe..
10) I got up to 10 fact-typed-things in this entry.

Hang in there, guys; if it doens't kill you, you're still alive- just slightly more unhappy. =D

Number 105

So, I'm sitting at my desk surrounded by pop cans that aren't mine and wishing I had something do to. I have spent a lot of time not-at-home and my brother has decided to take advantage of my unmanned computer. But now I am home and too lazy to get rid of these things. I should probably clean my room. Huh. So mother made me (well, I co-operated) get a dress- never fear; it is black so it's a healthy compromise...she tried to squish me into an extra small...which did not work out very well... So the musical is well underway and opens on Wednesday. Ack! *other sounds of distress mixed in with excitement*
But what I suppose I should do to be a more "open" blogger is not just talk about me. Almost no one can relate to my struggles in everyday summer vacation life...so, let me pose this question...
If you cannot change someone's beliefs by simply telling them they are wrong (they have to figure that out for themselves), why bother? I mean, sure this truth that is so highly publicized lately should be in the open -but when it comes to opinions, shouldn't you just respect others? I mean in this war of truth against falsities, I don't tell 5-year-olds that Santa is a hoax to spread truth- do these truth-seekers think that you should? As you can guess, I'm talking about existential truths and whatnots (religion) that no one has an answer to..so do truths and falsities even get a spot in that whole little realm? Science is my friend, but it can only prove so much. If it is truly the all-knowing being, how come it will "prove" religion wrong but not figure out how to cure things like demensia? In my opinion, just stay open minded but try not to delve into the world of truths and beyonds because it can only lead to frustration...people only except one "truth" and it is usually a little combative with yours- or at least, mine.

*Humming*

So, today I found something blog-worthy and am thus blogging.
PHILLIP WILL BE A MCDONLAD'S GUY!
Exciting? Indeed. I was there simply ordering a ...snack... and there Phillip was, all pristine in his uniform being directed by some girl. I tried winking at him and realized my winks were rather scary; so on my way out, I mouthed "Good luck". Hopefully, you understood that, Phil. Now, Phillip is soon to be employed and I am still being...whatever it is that I am.
That's all for now.

My Pain, My Pride

So, I am listening to Otep now.
It turns out that my husband will take care of our (future) dog..although he refuses to wash it, he will make sure it does not smell. If it does I will have to move my single bed farther away to the other side of the room so as to not be near someone who will not clean his dog. At least all I have to worry about is providing a steady supply of cake.
MURDER MAYHEM HURT HER HATE HIM.
That was an intense part in the song I just had to write.
Bye for now.

PS: Guess what! I have stalkers! (Finally, I'm not a freak) XD

You Called It Dumb

So, I'm checking out Tori Amos' new stuff and curious as to what the obnoxious crunching sound was on the other end of the phone was when I tried to call Aidan back. Huh.
So, now that grandfather has been buried and it's our job to clear out his house, I found some pretty neat things. Apparently his parents were into musicals and he has this stack of piano music books/booklets-for50c from the 1920's, peace pipes, Matis weapons, and a butter dish from 1881. Still, I do miss him...
Luckily, our family now has a sword of every major sword group; (if a gorup system does exist) gladius, machete, scimitar and saber (last two from grandfather). Gosh, we're so cool. Also, we have to "watch" Grandpa's Prosche Carrera while we get the estate whatnots figured out...this leads to my dad getting all proud and man-like by revving his engine and having "his" car taken in pictures by teenagers and young 20-year-olds on their cellphones. Apparently it is one of the top three sports cars in the world. Pfft..at least it gives us an opprotunity to make a mock Pimp My Ride for youtube.
I was also asked by ****Yo if being bisexual was hot...is that even an option? You can't make yourself that...can you? I just told them to be themselves; they still kept asking what was hotter.
So it is father's birthday and we will watch a movie soon...I'm just basking in the knowledge that this is my last official weekend; after that, my weekends will be filled with rehearsals.
Something on my to-do list includes learning lots o' good stuff on the piano as I will be "adopting" my grandfather's mother's Steinway&Sons upright grand piano. Interesting? I think so.
Oh, and just so you guys can get an idea of what's really happening, there is now toxic waste in our toothpaste- the toxic waste manufacturers needed a way to steathily dispose of their goodness (a little pinch of radioactive sludge in each tube and eventually it'll be gone). Thought I'd keep you up to date.

100th Post: Part Deux

So my hair is not purple. Sure it is purple-ier than before but it is also darker...meaning my roots won't look so dark. There, not so bad. I will be visiting Jeknna or vice versa hopefully on Saturday night. =]

A Century of Blog Entries

Happy 100th!
I know, I know; next to binge bloggers like Krysta, the number isn't so incredible but hey, Hakuna Matata! I originally wanted to write about something exciting for my hundredth but since I won't be writing until at least Friday, I didn't want to wait so long. (I have funeral and visitations Wed-Thurs for my grandfather- shocked? I am) So, as you guessed, there is nothing exciting.
I am currently re-uploading the first Creeper video so that it may have a normal name as the owner of the account the original is on cannot remember his password and cannot change its name. This makes the mediocre movie count rocket to THREE. Three? Yes, three. x]
I finally learnt the whole Super Mario theme song and I thought you should know- be proud of me, fellow nerds!
I shall attempt to dye my hair tonight...touching up roots and whatnot...however, my current colour consits of two and I am concerned that the new one will be too purple; I'm a fan of red.
Anyone wanna check out Bruno with me? Yes, in theathres...
Well I'm gonna jet and shall probably update this post later on...when my hair has either been rejeuvenated or crippled. Ciao for now.

No Expression, No Expression

What am I doing? Well I'm listening to Mad World (Jules) and not doing my homework. "Must suck, " you say, "to have homework in July." It is indeed sucky but oh well, when I do get around to it, my scene detail writing work should only take about 30 minutes. Emma came over last night and we saw Encino Man...which is very cute (Pauly Shore steals the show) and discussed people's heights in relation to Frodo and Gandolff. We ended up watching a street performer and running away as he asked for donations (we were somewhat broke; food money only). So we ran around- walked around- the Rideau Center and hoped really hard that no one we knew would see us. After watching videos like "How to be the Perfect Girlfriend" and "How to Give Friend Hugs" I still have no freaking idea as to what to do in any situation that involves showing affection...hmph. But I do have an idea for my next room decor addition...FELIX THE CAT; THE CLOCK. I need it...suddenly. Ciao for now, write in your freaking blogs already.

Comptine D'un Autre Ete

If you haven't heard that piano piece, you need to get a musical life. I think it's beautiful. =P
I watched Gran Torino and wasn't upset that Clint Eastwood was in it...some parts were a little out-there but he wasn't a cowboy and it made me cry. (Probably because he reminds me of my grandfather because they are the same age and equally grumpy and dislikable). It was a good movie, as promised and of course, you should watch it.
I am ecstatic that tomorrow if Friday...I should probably find something to do...
I have show and tell tomorrow and nothing exciting to blog about because I've been living in a little isolated bubble. -_-
Apparently, our good friend, vitamins, will be making a reappearance in my life.
Ciao for now.

Millions of Peaches, Peaches for Me

The title is a song lyric, don't know the name of the song but I'll assume the word "peaches" is in it.
So, I've been going on a cleaning spree- it's like I need to get rid of stuff I don't need/use. Maybe I need to "shed" and feel less suffocated..or it's hormones telling me "Hello female, make a nest". Either way I have no idea what but I obey and hopefully -before I give up- I will have a de-cluttered room. =]
Suessical the Musical is pretty freaking sweet, I get to sing Tenor even though I'm a Soprano. It feels so weird but it's only been two days so I have forever to adjust. Plus, we have a professional dancer for our choreographer which makes the dance moves graceful which makes me feel like a dinosaur in dance shoes because I am so awkward but it's fun..we have a Shirley Temple type move that's like hop-cross-feet-hop-plié-shrug-blink.
Tomorrow is Canada day! HAPPY BIRTHDAY because technically it's today. Huh. As it is 1:24am. Go wear red.

Guns Don't Kill People, Babies With Guns Kill People

Ok, so I'm passionate about guns?
Well, what I dislike is the stigma about 'em: You're a hick, You're a criminal, You're mentally unstable with frightening interests.
I realized that people are brainwashed by political bullshit that others may find too "out-there" to even acknowledge as entertainment. I mean, banning guns will cost 1 000 000 000 dollars, raise our crime and have our import business booming (if you know what I mean) but political parties have convinced people who are otherwise "uncorrupted" that they're little action plans will be effective and better yet, useful. Bottom line: don't fucking argue with me about this. All people who think guns are of the devil are usually brainwashed by politics, biased news reports and in no way experience OR LOOKING AT HISTORY. Hell, drunk driving kills more people nowadays then the dreaded hand-held W.M.D.
People are concerned about massacres; the one-in-a-million who shoots the people at his school as opposed to the ten that stab their peers.
No, I'm not encouraging people to go buy guns; stay educated, get one if you have real reason for one but don't tell me I don't know shit.
There are those who fight for the left and right wings, for rights, for anything, for nothing.
I like to think I fight for logic.

STOP COMPLAINING

So, everyone sees the occasional complainer on facebook, trying to get their beliefs out through their statuses and the Notes Application. Krysta has aided me in helping me see that perhaps one of them is secretly gay...well uh, I think I can safely say I am the most "gay" out of our circle of friends and should like these people to stop complaining. "They're so nice performing at the Gay Pride Festival!" <- Yeah, and so are the other million there. If I am gay, at least I've accepted that people will either act poorly or helpfully with or without my rants. Accept it, move on.

Me: I think I'm pretty straight.
Nicole: That's not what it sounded like when I asked you that question at your house...

See?!? Proof.
Although, I still only admit to being straight...x]

I'm An Idiot.

So maybe I shouldn't have gotten emotional with that drunk guy. And I know I'm more insecure than I (try to) let off and I make assumptions. So I can be somewhat of an idiot. I PROMISE! This will be no more! =P I'm gonna go with the flow from now on- but of course actually do stuff; not go leaf like and helpless. I shall follow the rules that Krysta sang about in order to make a group of certain people very angry at us...HAKUNA MATATA! I want summer to be over...it is too hot...every morning my room turns into an oven as the sun shines directly in and bounces off all the mirrors I like to have around. Also, summer means days of air-conditioned nothingness: where you're actually a little too cool and have nothing to do but sit clicking the refresh page on facebook. Well I am hungry, so I shall make something to eat. (I realized why I have been coming increasingly unhappy with my body fat- TOASTERS STRUDELS- Damn them, 500 frikkin' calories? Well I'll eat my last ones today seeing as there are only two left...) Ciao for now.

Nice To Know You, Goodbye

People are like drugs; as soon as they leave you get withdrawal symptoms.
Honestly, I have no idea what I'll do to survive the summer.
Huh.

I'm Craving

For a lot of things. Ever since about a week ago, if I think of something I want it. That led to Jenna and my binging on pizza, rice and chicken nuggets (I didn't feel the urge to participate in Jenna's mauling the muffin). Perhaps this is my obesity coming out of the closet? I just want some pizza..WHERE THE FUCK CAN I GET SOME PIZZA? Oh well....

The Cow

So, I got off the phone with Aidan who said he'd call me back, when I asked him if this was the truth he admitted that my phone number isn't programmed or written anywhere and he'll wait for me to get on MSN anyway. Well that's just the way he is- I'm fine with that of course; the testosterone is hard to handle, I hear.
So I waved a bittersweet goodbye to the gang. I don't want to have a summer of not knowing what to do with myself but I am happy that I have defeated the education system again (not really, the new school board goal is to push people through until university and let the profs deal with the stupid students) but I passed and I am not gonna sit in that bus filled with morons for a while. However, I think I might just miss that place...the hanging out with nothing really to do, eating pizza with Jenna, having friends always available. I feel like it was only a few days ago that I "woke up" like I haven't been paying much attention until recently- which is true. Oh well.
Well now it is summer, a long time of free time. Not really of course, I maybe have three weeks of this "free time" but it beats uniforms. I really don't have much to write about which means I'm gonna go watch the telly.

Geo?

Well I'm in a shitload of whatever-you-want-to-call-it for geography seeing as I forgot my book. Y'know what? I give up; I'll be dead and at least half-rotted by the time what they teach us in geo morphs into something useful. The best I can come up with to do with my geographical knowledge is use the hardcover book as a murder weapon.

Oops.

Turns out that rehearsals were YESTERDAY as in not TODAY which messes up the "On Sundays" rule and makes me a delinquent. Gosh, I hate being not particularly good. On the plus side, I now have time to make a cake while my faja is out with my uncle.

Mit Auch und Krach!

If anyone can figure out what the title means, I'll give you major props.
So it's Fathers' Day and I've done nothing...Hell, I haven't made a cake which everyone likes on days of celebration.
But here I am sitting in my NEW non-smelly chair and listening to the "History of Rock" on the radio. Real productive...
Well I should probably be eating or getting dressed or studying...
Didja know that today I have rehearsals? On a national holiday...tsk tsk.
I really have nothing to write about so I'll tell you what the title means: By the skin of one's teeth! Well that's what the English equivalent is, not the literal translation.
Hmm, I'll return- eventually.

I Need a Kite...And a Tree.

For you Russian verb-conjugation specialists...you have read my blog...
Well, the TENTH hour of geography C.P.T. starts Monday...yay.
But it should excite you to know that our English and math courses are officially over. I don't think I totally grasp that and when I do I will realize that the next batch of teachers seem rather dubious and whatnot..hm. Well, that's where I get the need for a kite and tree.
Also, I am positive that something is somewhat dead or decomposing in my locker. Maybe nothing can be somewhat dead- as well as being somewhat pregnant- but you know what I mean. My suspicions: month-old spaghetti...the problem is that I don't want to deal with it but once I figure out what it is, I'll be obliged to act upon its presence...which is why I'll just not look, not see and pretend that there is nothing lurking a good four feet above my student possessions.
Now that Krysta is gay, I should like to formally invite her on my concert tour... "KRYSTA, NOW THAT YOU'RE GAY WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN ME IN MY VEGAN GIRL-ON-GIRL ORGANIC CONCERT TOUR?" To make note: I have nothing against homosexuality. I think myself a liberal person and think all love is love. Extremists, please don't hate me.
From now on, the next two school days will be spent in hiding... from those girls I had the misfortune to encounter in the girls' bathroom. So maybe I almost ran one of them over and stopped right in front of "Jenna" thinking I'd talk to her and it turned out it was one of those seniors. Those short people piss me off to an extent- but they're harmless, content with a life of taking pictures in a public bathroom. But now I'm a FREAK -tell me something I didn't know- and will hide from those short people to avoid awkward sequels to the first in the saga of Bathroom Bloopers. Oh, has anyone noticed that they're short? Like freakishly short...like oh, they mustn't even have to get on their knees short? I'm just rambling seeing as I have nothing to talk about...But do you CATCH MY DRIFT? =]
I'm sorry, Phillip, I will not compete with the length of your latest blog post but I hope this is satisfactory.



Oh and I thought I'd include a picture of my first movie attempt...I Kissed A Dog. =P Why? You may ask? Because...it looks like I'm a successful blogger if I have .

Huh.

Well, I've been listening to Wasteland (the song) since ever, forever. I do not have the attention to do studying. What will I do, you may ask? This, of course. No one I want to read my blog for specific reasons reads my blog, so I'll write happy stuff. This is for you Krysta and Phillip who are my fan base. =P
Well Mayhew is ... scolding me? I dunno what he's doing exactly but he's calling it "stepping up to bat". It makes him happy so whatever. -_-
My dad is trying to send me on a guilt trip because I think I'm coming down with something, probably PMSing just to add that to the pile and am sleep deprived. He labels this "moping" and tells me that Mother and Grandfather have things tough, do I realize that? No shit, I realize that...
Happy things? Uh, I enjoyed being in Yo'Neil's VAN and have an invitation to come back...the options...XD
I have the English exam tomorrow- don't we all? Well that sucks and I have nothing to say about that that is funny and/or witty.
Blah blah blah blah.
WHY CAN'T THINGS JUST BE HAPPY AND FUNNY?
GOD, FUCK OUR HIGH SCHOOL LIVES.
(I'M PROBABLY GONNA BE DAMNED FOR THAT ONE)
Unlike my blasphemous jokes...
Jesus: Father, why have you forsaken me?
God: Don't worry, Son. I'm still here; just watching..

Jesus: Father, why have you forsaken me?
God: Oh, I am sooo sorry. I was just a little preoccupied with martyring some people.

Sarah, signing out.

Grr.

Maybe I have a teeny bit of anger management problems...
Mamoo who is always trying to be cool put a bottle under the seat when he was done with it. Whenever he litters like that I tell him he dropped something and he picks it up because otherwise our bus driver has to pick it up who should be retired but has to pay for his wife's medical care. He picked it up and all was well then he does the *waving fist* movement when he turns around so I get a little unnecessarily pissed of and tell him that I can *waving fist* much harder than he can so I'd suggest he stops dreaming. He then begins laughing saying I'm funny. I don't usually get mad at that, ignore it whatever, save it for a battle of the wits. I had a different response.

"DID YOU HEAR ME MAKE A JOKE, MATTHEW? NOTHING IS FUNNY SO FUCK OFF!"

I actually used my caps lock voice.

Well, I acted calm with him afterwards but I'm starting to think...do I have anger issues? I'm usually a pacifist but I find myself more and more often dreaming about hurting people. Let's just blame this on girl horomones.

On the plus side my music exam went well...except assllamaundblood beat me. I don't understand where Phillip gets the "blood" from but what is, is. Hopefully Phil will put our Otep recording up to add excitement to the blog-readers' lives.

ARGH.

So, I'm on the bus, almost at home and we're just about to turn around an intersection when this car comes zooming by not stopping for the bus and we are forced to well, quite forcibly stop. This situation is where you can distinguish the smart people from the true Hickvillians aka Borderline Retards. So someone, who is anonymous, says, "Slow down, dumbass. Fuck!" He obviously didn't realize that the bad driver was not our bus driver who I feel sorry for for he has to put up with retards like my neighbors. I tried pointing this out, tell him to be greateful for if it were him driving we'd all be dead. He tells me that if it weren't a little different that the guy in the tiny attempt-at-pimped-out car would be dead. He thinks that would be no fun but hey, someone's gotta keep the natural selection thing going on. So then Mamoo tells Anonymous to not argue with me to "Let her win for once". Actually, I've never lost against Mamoo or Anonymous. I mean, the last time I got in an argument with Mamoo, I tricked him into picking up his own garbage, and his comeback was "You have red hair". They are truly stupid people who need to die. Any minute now they'll get drunk and go snow-mobiling on a whim and get wrapped around a pole or small tree. Good ridden. This makes me angry, like imagining-shooting-people-and-cutting-them-into-tiny-pieces angry.
On the plus side, our french skit was superb. and I am glad it is over. Mr. P accused me of scowling...maybe I did but I didn't try to burn the test with my eye beams.

Teenage pregnancy is no joke, but it is pretty funny.

My Family Is Dysfunctional.

So, my 82 year old grandfather who recently got a Porsche has been driving recklessly and street racing when the young guy next to him at the intersection looks at him funny. Well, he has gotten into a car accident and is in ICU. My mother who has had to do it before, might be going to pull the plug. Drats.
Anywho, I performed at the coffeehouse as planned and narrowly avoided knocking over the microphone stand with my guitar.

Nuts and crackers.

ALMOST FORGOT

It saddens me; Elliot Moose is dead. The fact that his freedom or dare I say, looseness hasn't been advertised recently leads me to believe that whilst wandering through a forest with his purple monkey friend, he was caught in a bear trap. Let's make the best of it... Moose steak.

Cleaning Out the Cobwebs

Sorry I haven't written since... November! *horrified expression* But, seeing as I find myself sitting around with nothing to do I decided to pick up this ole habit. (Also thanks to Phil, my rival and partner all at once in our world campaign)
I believe it was over a year ago that I last wrote about my six-speed stainless steel blender. Well it is crap and its ice crushing capabilities are well into the >100 decibel range. -_-
I have a coffeehouse tonight, which is of course fine by me seeing as I get to eat Asian food beforehand. Hehehe...
Seeing as George Bush gave 'em Republicans a bad rep I've decided to represent them on the global scale. (Say hello to your future WORLD dictator- I guess I don't really need a political party or campaign for that but y'know, all for decorum) I'm not sure what rules the Elephants have but neither did George so I'm not too far behind. Phil is going to be the New Democrat and will be represented by a donkey, as is custom.
DON'T VOTE FOR THE ASS!
Which I suppose, doesn't matter, either way, we're taking over the world and your vote doesn't count. It's just good to know that people aren't going to have to be exiled for un-co-operation in support to the outskirts of Russia where they'll have to fend off lost and confused Siberian tigers.
CIAO