- - - - Your Life: The Soundtrack - - - - - - - -
So, here's how it works:
Open your music player (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc).
Put it on shuffle.
Press play.
For every question type the song that's on.
When you go to a new question press the next button.
Ready? GO!
Opening Credits: Show Some Emotion - Joan Armatrading
Waking Up: Sometimes Papa Roach
The Big Move: My Beautiful - Lennon Murphy
Falling in Love: You Look So Fine - Garbage
First Kiss: Stand Still, Look Pretty - The Wreckers
Fight scene: Set Me Free - Velvet Revolver
Breaking Up: There's Something On Your Mind - Etta James & BB King
Getting back together: Broken - Seether
Sex Scene: When You Say Nothing At All - Allison Krauss
Secret Love: Diary - Alicia Keys
Life's okay: Meet Me By The Water - Rachel Yamagata
Mental Breakdown: Siren - Tori Amos
Out being crazy with friends: Killing Me Too - Sister Hazel
Driving: California - Joni Mitchell
Flashback: Never Enough - Papa Roach
Happy dance: Everytime You Say Goodbye - Allison Krauss
Regretting: Silent Sea - KT Tunstall
Spending a night alone: Hey Pretty - Poe
Death scene: All You Want - Dido
End Credits: What If We Could - Blue October
Monday, July 31, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Queen of the MeMes :: Autobiography Edition
1.Where did you take your default myspace picture?
Livingroom of our current house about a year ago. It was a Christmas Picture for Laura-Foxy
2.What exactly are you wearing right now?
Pink tanktop, black skirt, black flip flops, silver braclet, silver hoops, silver celtic toe ring, soft pink nailpolish on fingers and toes, annnnnnnnd....OH, Honey lotion from Body Works
3.What is your current problem?
Dealing with this move, dealing with my mother durring this move, dealing with my psycho-crazy-alky-Aunt-Sue durring this move, figuring out what to do with all the strays that have adopted us, dealing with my feelings for certain boy in my life-or rather not really dealing with these feelings.
4.What makes you most happy?
Cuddling Lulu, pretty blog layouts, talking to Corey and listening to Wazoo or Jonny Lang play.
5.What's the name of the song that you're listening to?
Give Me Up Again - Jonny Lang
6.Any celeb you would marry?
Jonny Friggin Lang man.
7.Name someone with the same birthday as you?
I know two actually, Langston Hughes and Brandon Lee
8.Ever sang in front of a large audience?
All through middle and high school. Choir was great fun. Not.
9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
I don't believe this, but Gabi used to tell me, when I was in the middle of my Punk lite-almost-raver phase, that I looked like Kelly Osborne
10.Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?
Spongebob and Finding Nemo both had deep meaning.
11.Do you speak any other languages?
Does Pig Latin count?
12.Has anyone you've been really close with passed away?
Several people actually, when I was a kid my cousin Mikey died in a freak boating accident, throughout my teen years there were several suicides, and then about a year and a half ago my Grandmother who practically raised me crossed over.
13.Do you ever watch MTV?
I used to, but I've sort of gotten bored with it.
14.What's something that really annoys you?
Stupid people.... people breathing, in general, at least right now.
Chapter 1:
1.Middle name:
Jane
2.Nickname(s):
Sara-Suzy-Belle, Sara Suzy, Sara Sue, Sara Belle, Belle, Bellerina Sassy-Suzy, Sare-Bear, Sara Bean, Beanie, Bumblebee, Lemon Drop, Kitten, SweetPea, Abby, Abbins, Abbystar, By-by
3.Current location:
Computer chair
4.Eye color:
blue-gray-green
Chapter 2:
1.Do you get along with your parent(s)?:
That is a trick question. How well does anyone get along with their parents?
2.Do you have any Siblings?:
I have three, but I am only claiming the youngest one, Katie.
Chapter 3: Favorites
1.IceCream:
Cakebatter from ColdStone
2.Season:
Mid Spring to right before summer gets miserable hot.
3.Shampoo/conditioner:
Paul Mitchell
Chapter 4: Do You..
1.Dance in the shower:
Who doesn't? It is impossible not to dance to Bathwater or any other No Doubt Ska brand of music.
2.Write on your hand:
Only phone numbers
3.Call people back:
....... I could lie and say yes. Generally, I don't. I know that's horrible but I have a total phone phobia. I do call Kadie, Ari, and Erin more than most people.
4.Believe in love:
For some people. Right now, for myself, not so much.
5.Sleep on a certain side of the bed:
Always with my back to the wall.
6. Have any bad habits:
I gave up smoking and drinking. I suppose the only one that's left is falling in love with cruel men.
Chapter 5: Have You...
1.Broken a bone:
Yes
2.Sprained stuff:
All the time. I am the girl that falls up stairs.
3.Had physical therapy?:
No
4.Gotten stitches:
Yes, lotsa times.
5.Taken painkillers:
Ha! yea.
6.Gone SCUBA diving or snorkeling:
Snorkeling.
7.Been stung by a bee:
Every summer at least once since I was like five.
8.Thrown up at the dentist:
.... It wasn't my fault, he jammed that mirror down my throat.
9.Sworn in front of your parents:
Ah, shit. You all know I have a mouth like a Sailor. I think I said "fuck" like fifteen times today in conversation with my mother.
10.Had detention:
I was a pretty good kid. I think I had to stay in once or twice because my work wasn't done but my Mom was friends with all my teachers so I couldn't act up.
11.Been sent to the principal's office:
Lotsa times. I talked a lot.
Chaper 6: Who/What was the last
1.Movie you watched:
Crash or The Human Stain
2.Person to text you:
Bryan.
3.Person to call you:
Auntie Carol
4.Person who hugged you:
Jodie Lynn
5. Person you tackled:
Travis? Maybe James
6.Person you kissed:
Shit... I don't even remember.
7.Thing you touched:
Keyboard.
8.Thing you ate:
Bagle
9.Thing you drank:
VitaminWater
10.Thing you said:
"yea sure, gimme a sec, Jebus" one guess who I was talking to.
11.Friends you consider really close to you:
They're all close in their own way. Right now Nate probably knows me the best, but Kadie and Erin and Ari are all close to me in different ways.
Livingroom of our current house about a year ago. It was a Christmas Picture for Laura-Foxy
2.What exactly are you wearing right now?
Pink tanktop, black skirt, black flip flops, silver braclet, silver hoops, silver celtic toe ring, soft pink nailpolish on fingers and toes, annnnnnnnd....OH, Honey lotion from Body Works
3.What is your current problem?
Dealing with this move, dealing with my mother durring this move, dealing with my psycho-crazy-alky-Aunt-Sue durring this move, figuring out what to do with all the strays that have adopted us, dealing with my feelings for certain boy in my life-or rather not really dealing with these feelings.
4.What makes you most happy?
Cuddling Lulu, pretty blog layouts, talking to Corey and listening to Wazoo or Jonny Lang play.
5.What's the name of the song that you're listening to?
Give Me Up Again - Jonny Lang
6.Any celeb you would marry?
Jonny Friggin Lang man.
7.Name someone with the same birthday as you?
I know two actually, Langston Hughes and Brandon Lee
8.Ever sang in front of a large audience?
All through middle and high school. Choir was great fun. Not.
9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
I don't believe this, but Gabi used to tell me, when I was in the middle of my Punk lite-almost-raver phase, that I looked like Kelly Osborne
10.Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?
Spongebob and Finding Nemo both had deep meaning.
11.Do you speak any other languages?
Does Pig Latin count?
12.Has anyone you've been really close with passed away?
Several people actually, when I was a kid my cousin Mikey died in a freak boating accident, throughout my teen years there were several suicides, and then about a year and a half ago my Grandmother who practically raised me crossed over.
13.Do you ever watch MTV?
I used to, but I've sort of gotten bored with it.
14.What's something that really annoys you?
Stupid people.... people breathing, in general, at least right now.
Chapter 1:
1.Middle name:
Jane
2.Nickname(s):
Sara-Suzy-Belle, Sara Suzy, Sara Sue, Sara Belle, Belle, Bellerina Sassy-Suzy, Sare-Bear, Sara Bean, Beanie, Bumblebee, Lemon Drop, Kitten, SweetPea, Abby, Abbins, Abbystar, By-by
3.Current location:
Computer chair
4.Eye color:
blue-gray-green
Chapter 2:
1.Do you get along with your parent(s)?:
That is a trick question. How well does anyone get along with their parents?
2.Do you have any Siblings?:
I have three, but I am only claiming the youngest one, Katie.
Chapter 3: Favorites
1.IceCream:
Cakebatter from ColdStone
2.Season:
Mid Spring to right before summer gets miserable hot.
3.Shampoo/conditioner:
Paul Mitchell
Chapter 4: Do You..
1.Dance in the shower:
Who doesn't? It is impossible not to dance to Bathwater or any other No Doubt Ska brand of music.
2.Write on your hand:
Only phone numbers
3.Call people back:
....... I could lie and say yes. Generally, I don't. I know that's horrible but I have a total phone phobia. I do call Kadie, Ari, and Erin more than most people.
4.Believe in love:
For some people. Right now, for myself, not so much.
5.Sleep on a certain side of the bed:
Always with my back to the wall.
6. Have any bad habits:
I gave up smoking and drinking. I suppose the only one that's left is falling in love with cruel men.
Chapter 5: Have You...
1.Broken a bone:
Yes
2.Sprained stuff:
All the time. I am the girl that falls up stairs.
3.Had physical therapy?:
No
4.Gotten stitches:
Yes, lotsa times.
5.Taken painkillers:
Ha! yea.
6.Gone SCUBA diving or snorkeling:
Snorkeling.
7.Been stung by a bee:
Every summer at least once since I was like five.
8.Thrown up at the dentist:
.... It wasn't my fault, he jammed that mirror down my throat.
9.Sworn in front of your parents:
Ah, shit. You all know I have a mouth like a Sailor. I think I said "fuck" like fifteen times today in conversation with my mother.
10.Had detention:
I was a pretty good kid. I think I had to stay in once or twice because my work wasn't done but my Mom was friends with all my teachers so I couldn't act up.
11.Been sent to the principal's office:
Lotsa times. I talked a lot.
Chaper 6: Who/What was the last
1.Movie you watched:
Crash or The Human Stain
2.Person to text you:
Bryan.
3.Person to call you:
Auntie Carol
4.Person who hugged you:
Jodie Lynn
5. Person you tackled:
Travis? Maybe James
6.Person you kissed:
Shit... I don't even remember.
7.Thing you touched:
Keyboard.
8.Thing you ate:
Bagle
9.Thing you drank:
VitaminWater
10.Thing you said:
"yea sure, gimme a sec, Jebus" one guess who I was talking to.
11.Friends you consider really close to you:
They're all close in their own way. Right now Nate probably knows me the best, but Kadie and Erin and Ari are all close to me in different ways.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Evil Girl Thoughts
It's crazy how the past comes back to us. Out of nowhere people you never thought you would hear about again, people that haven't been in your life for years, can just... show up. I've had one of those encounters, sort of, just tonight. I really never thought I would hear this person's name again, ever, without groaning and hiding my face with a laugh. Who is the mystery being you might be wondering? The total love of my life from the time I was 12 until I was 15. See, when I was a kid, I used to spend summer and breaks with my Dad, and I had this whole network of friends there, one of whom happened to be a boy named Jared. Now, we never dated, we never... were anything, and he actually knew me just as I was heading into what I like to call the "Dark Ages" that lasted from about the time I was 13 until tonight. No, really, the crazy shit with self-mutilation and all that stopped when I was eighteen or nineteen, but you know what I mean. I was like way... off my rocker for awhile there- and still lose my grip sometimes.
Anyway, I met Jared the first summer I stayed with my Dad, and I fell completely in love with him. I couldn't even tell you what it was, I mean it went so... over my head at the time. I couldn't get how I could just want to lay there (meaning the front yard under this giant pine tree) and just look at him. He was tall and lanky with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a runner and played soccer... and absolutely amazing in everyway- or so I thought for about four years of my life. Anyway, first he dated my friend Tammy, but she broke up with him after like a month. I was there for him, of course. I was the person he came to when she did it, I was the one he expected to talk sense into her even though I had already completely fallen for her. The summer passed without much more incident. I went home and around Christmas when I was getting ready to go back, he started dating my other best friend, who really was my best friend, who I loved to pieces. I was devastated. I put on a happy face of course, I forced myself to agree that she hadn't broken any code by dating him. If I had been there year round, if I had had a shot with him, then she would have (this reasoning didn't hold up when she started dating Shaun two summers later. That was just fucked up). Anyway, they're together for over a year, it was the summer right after the whole Jason fiasco, I was pretty much a wreck. I go back, they've broken up and she's dating someone else- it should be noted that for that year they were together I stood by both of them even when it killed me), and I'm thinking now would be the poifect time to make a move on Jared.
That really didn't go over well. I was out of my mind over everything that had happened with Jason. We spent all the time together in the world, but I was just crazy. I was starving myself and then binging. I had my body fucked up, and my mind was in shoddy shape too. The last time I saw him was the last Fourth I spent with my Dad. We basically told one another to take a flying leap. I went home and went down a very dangerous path that I don't feel the need to rehash. I wouldn't say I forgot about him, I still had pictures of him up in my Dorm room tow years ago. I thought about him sometimes but... I just... it was more in the sense of beating myself up over it you know?
Anyway, I had all but put him out of my mind when today i found the Journal he had given me. I don't think any gift ever meant so much- including the engagement ring I would get later, I don't think anything ever meant so much until Shaun bought me my Marilyn Monroe bag. It was something that... just touched me because when he saw it he thought of me. Anyway, in it are all of these poems and just dumb shit, but it got me to thinking about him. This in and of itself is not important. The thing that is important is that he's moved back to the old block, he's living a few houses down from my Dad now, and the other night he was talking to my little sister about me, asking how I'd been and all of that. It's weird you know, because my resounding thought is when I go back, I want to rub his face in everything I am. After surgery, when I lose the weight, when I am beautiful and can feel secure in my own skin... I want to show off what he could have had- compared to the wife and two kids he has now.
I think that might make me a bad person.
But, I don't really care.
Heh.
Anyway, I met Jared the first summer I stayed with my Dad, and I fell completely in love with him. I couldn't even tell you what it was, I mean it went so... over my head at the time. I couldn't get how I could just want to lay there (meaning the front yard under this giant pine tree) and just look at him. He was tall and lanky with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a runner and played soccer... and absolutely amazing in everyway- or so I thought for about four years of my life. Anyway, first he dated my friend Tammy, but she broke up with him after like a month. I was there for him, of course. I was the person he came to when she did it, I was the one he expected to talk sense into her even though I had already completely fallen for her. The summer passed without much more incident. I went home and around Christmas when I was getting ready to go back, he started dating my other best friend, who really was my best friend, who I loved to pieces. I was devastated. I put on a happy face of course, I forced myself to agree that she hadn't broken any code by dating him. If I had been there year round, if I had had a shot with him, then she would have (this reasoning didn't hold up when she started dating Shaun two summers later. That was just fucked up). Anyway, they're together for over a year, it was the summer right after the whole Jason fiasco, I was pretty much a wreck. I go back, they've broken up and she's dating someone else- it should be noted that for that year they were together I stood by both of them even when it killed me), and I'm thinking now would be the poifect time to make a move on Jared.
That really didn't go over well. I was out of my mind over everything that had happened with Jason. We spent all the time together in the world, but I was just crazy. I was starving myself and then binging. I had my body fucked up, and my mind was in shoddy shape too. The last time I saw him was the last Fourth I spent with my Dad. We basically told one another to take a flying leap. I went home and went down a very dangerous path that I don't feel the need to rehash. I wouldn't say I forgot about him, I still had pictures of him up in my Dorm room tow years ago. I thought about him sometimes but... I just... it was more in the sense of beating myself up over it you know?
Anyway, I had all but put him out of my mind when today i found the Journal he had given me. I don't think any gift ever meant so much- including the engagement ring I would get later, I don't think anything ever meant so much until Shaun bought me my Marilyn Monroe bag. It was something that... just touched me because when he saw it he thought of me. Anyway, in it are all of these poems and just dumb shit, but it got me to thinking about him. This in and of itself is not important. The thing that is important is that he's moved back to the old block, he's living a few houses down from my Dad now, and the other night he was talking to my little sister about me, asking how I'd been and all of that. It's weird you know, because my resounding thought is when I go back, I want to rub his face in everything I am. After surgery, when I lose the weight, when I am beautiful and can feel secure in my own skin... I want to show off what he could have had- compared to the wife and two kids he has now.
I think that might make me a bad person.
But, I don't really care.
Heh.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Ouch
There is something going on with me right now. I don't know what the problem is, I don't know what my issue is, but I know that it is growing out of control. At the moment I feel small and scared... I am back to the point that it's a physical pain. Thinking.... hurts. Thinking about anything hurts, but most of all thinking about myself hurts. We all know I go through phases, periods of time where I am seemingly alright, that the demons that paluge me stay still for a little while. I don't know just what has stirred them up at the moment. I know its a combination of things, the move, missing people, thinking about my life without people once this move happens, thinking about getting even further away from that little girl who used to smile so sweetly in her tutu and cardboard crown....
Om the flip side, I have... been confronted with myself this week. Or perhaps I should say, I have been confronted with my lack of self this past week. It has hit me like a wave that I don't know myself anymore. I don't... connect with this person I am currently being. The things I do and say are not... me. Well, of course they are, but they're not. I have come to this point where I am very aware I wake up angry every single day. I wake up hating the sun, just because its shinning. I wake up hating everyone who could possibly face eight AM with a smile. This is not the pssive argressive hate of former weeks, months, and years. This is a genuine, loath the fact they are breathing sort of hate.
I almost walked in front of a car the other day- not because I want to die, or I am temping fate. I was honestly so caught up in my own brain, in my own thought process... I didn't hear it coming.
It's funny you know, I was thinking about the wedding. I was thinking about the wedding and it's funny because I didn't think that much about it when I thought I was getting married. I keep thinking... it wasn't supposed to be this way, my life, this person that I am... there was another plan. I've been going down this road so long, thinking I knew, thinking I had it all under control, thinking I knew exactly where the fuck I was going... but I didn't. I never have. It was all so pointless, the last two years... it seems like such a waste..... and the resounding thought that breaks my heart is that if I knew myself a little better then it might not have happened.
That is really the worst thing we do to ourselves, denying who we are because we're scared. I don't know when, but I've slowly pulled completely into myself. I think the only people I'm really being honest with at the moment are Nate and Patti (because it's quite useless to lie to them. They seem to know when I'm holding back). The reason for this change, other than that everyone is quite busy with their own lives, is that... since the whole thing with D. I've HAD to pull into myself. I never knew how it was going to be with him. I never knew when what I would say would piss him off or make him pull away because he couldn't deal. I never knew when I could really count on him... and that is the moment that it hits me, the moment I have that thought, that I never really knew when I could count on him. The answer has been so simple all the time. The answer simply is... I never could. Even Jay would give some warning. I mean things weren't always great with us I can totally admit that, she and I both have vile tempers when we want to, but we never just out of the blue turned on eachother. It was something that built slowly over time, it was something we both could probably see a mile a way and just never knew how to stop. But she never once treated me like I was shit on her shoe when I was being emotionally honest and trying to work through something. I think maybe thats why I miss her so much right now. I know she's busy and her life is crazy, but she is probably the only person in the world who doesn't bat an eye when I am a complete cunt to her. Actually, I think she likes my mean streak. It removes me just a little bit further from Wounded-Emo-Sara-Cares-A-Lot.
Anyway, out and out rejection isn't something one can come through without a few more battle scars. While I've had my fair share, I thought I had taken extra messures to ensure it wasn't something that could just happen like it did with D... but the kid ripped my heart out, twice actually, and shat in the hole... they were always such stupid fights, centered mainly around him not hearing what I really had to say....
I can't help feeling today was a bit of a bust. Yes, I got to go to Lunch with my Darling little sister, and managed to spent twenty dollars I really can't afford to on earrings and a couple shirts from Old Navy, but then Jodie's van, her brand new van mind you, decided that it didn't want to work anymore. SO Joe (her dish-licious boyfriend) had to come and pick us all up so Kadie didn't get to meet Katie and I still need to CALL Kadie to tell her why. If that wasn't annoying enough, when we ran my little sister back over to her Grandmother's (who is not my grandmother, but has always treated me like I was one of her own) I was coming out of the house, and trying to get back to Joe, Jodie, and Mom, while not bursting into tears because Maxine always cries when I leave, especially after short visits- anyay, I was coming out of the house and I cutting behind her car, not seeing that the overhang of her carport was much lower than the top of my pretty little head.
Lets just say that it was a moment worthy of every dumbass home video show I've ever seen. I all but fell on my ass and was trying not to cry because Maxine and Katie are standing there freaking out, worried I've taken my head clean off, poor Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and Joe didn't know if it was ok to even laugh even if I was laughing (we're really not friends so much as... Jodie is my friend and he is her boyfriend so we're in eachother's lives but only in passing). My damn head hurt so much I could hardly see, so I took a vicodin and that was stupid because I hadn't really eaten so now, I am sitting here thinking that my chicken pasta bowl from Applebee's might revist me. And. I have a pointy head now.
Again. I know I am in a pissy mood just because I am in a pissy mood... and it doesn't help that my head hurts and I can't sleep. MERG
Om the flip side, I have... been confronted with myself this week. Or perhaps I should say, I have been confronted with my lack of self this past week. It has hit me like a wave that I don't know myself anymore. I don't... connect with this person I am currently being. The things I do and say are not... me. Well, of course they are, but they're not. I have come to this point where I am very aware I wake up angry every single day. I wake up hating the sun, just because its shinning. I wake up hating everyone who could possibly face eight AM with a smile. This is not the pssive argressive hate of former weeks, months, and years. This is a genuine, loath the fact they are breathing sort of hate.
I almost walked in front of a car the other day- not because I want to die, or I am temping fate. I was honestly so caught up in my own brain, in my own thought process... I didn't hear it coming.
It's funny you know, I was thinking about the wedding. I was thinking about the wedding and it's funny because I didn't think that much about it when I thought I was getting married. I keep thinking... it wasn't supposed to be this way, my life, this person that I am... there was another plan. I've been going down this road so long, thinking I knew, thinking I had it all under control, thinking I knew exactly where the fuck I was going... but I didn't. I never have. It was all so pointless, the last two years... it seems like such a waste..... and the resounding thought that breaks my heart is that if I knew myself a little better then it might not have happened.
That is really the worst thing we do to ourselves, denying who we are because we're scared. I don't know when, but I've slowly pulled completely into myself. I think the only people I'm really being honest with at the moment are Nate and Patti (because it's quite useless to lie to them. They seem to know when I'm holding back). The reason for this change, other than that everyone is quite busy with their own lives, is that... since the whole thing with D. I've HAD to pull into myself. I never knew how it was going to be with him. I never knew when what I would say would piss him off or make him pull away because he couldn't deal. I never knew when I could really count on him... and that is the moment that it hits me, the moment I have that thought, that I never really knew when I could count on him. The answer has been so simple all the time. The answer simply is... I never could. Even Jay would give some warning. I mean things weren't always great with us I can totally admit that, she and I both have vile tempers when we want to, but we never just out of the blue turned on eachother. It was something that built slowly over time, it was something we both could probably see a mile a way and just never knew how to stop. But she never once treated me like I was shit on her shoe when I was being emotionally honest and trying to work through something. I think maybe thats why I miss her so much right now. I know she's busy and her life is crazy, but she is probably the only person in the world who doesn't bat an eye when I am a complete cunt to her. Actually, I think she likes my mean streak. It removes me just a little bit further from Wounded-Emo-Sara-Cares-A-Lot.
Anyway, out and out rejection isn't something one can come through without a few more battle scars. While I've had my fair share, I thought I had taken extra messures to ensure it wasn't something that could just happen like it did with D... but the kid ripped my heart out, twice actually, and shat in the hole... they were always such stupid fights, centered mainly around him not hearing what I really had to say....
I can't help feeling today was a bit of a bust. Yes, I got to go to Lunch with my Darling little sister, and managed to spent twenty dollars I really can't afford to on earrings and a couple shirts from Old Navy, but then Jodie's van, her brand new van mind you, decided that it didn't want to work anymore. SO Joe (her dish-licious boyfriend) had to come and pick us all up so Kadie didn't get to meet Katie and I still need to CALL Kadie to tell her why. If that wasn't annoying enough, when we ran my little sister back over to her Grandmother's (who is not my grandmother, but has always treated me like I was one of her own) I was coming out of the house, and trying to get back to Joe, Jodie, and Mom, while not bursting into tears because Maxine always cries when I leave, especially after short visits- anyay, I was coming out of the house and I cutting behind her car, not seeing that the overhang of her carport was much lower than the top of my pretty little head.
Lets just say that it was a moment worthy of every dumbass home video show I've ever seen. I all but fell on my ass and was trying not to cry because Maxine and Katie are standing there freaking out, worried I've taken my head clean off, poor Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and Joe didn't know if it was ok to even laugh even if I was laughing (we're really not friends so much as... Jodie is my friend and he is her boyfriend so we're in eachother's lives but only in passing). My damn head hurt so much I could hardly see, so I took a vicodin and that was stupid because I hadn't really eaten so now, I am sitting here thinking that my chicken pasta bowl from Applebee's might revist me. And. I have a pointy head now.
Again. I know I am in a pissy mood just because I am in a pissy mood... and it doesn't help that my head hurts and I can't sleep. MERG
Friday, July 21, 2006
Queen of the MeMes :: The Real Me Edition
I Would rather...
[ ] Ask someone out.
[x] Be asked out.
[ ] Have a sunny day.
[x] Have a rainy day.
[x] Be blind.
[ ] Be deaf.
[ ] Go sky diving.
[x] Go scuba diving.
[x] Have it be Winter all year round.
[ ] Have it be Summer all year round.
[x] Be beautiful.
[ ] Be loved.
[x] Take a bath.
[ ] Take a shower.
[x] Be born poor and die rich.
[ ] Be born rich and die poor.
[ ] Never have to go to school.
[x] Never have to go to the dentist.
[ ] Never feel physical pain.
[x] Never feel emotional pain.
[x] Wear contacts.
[ ] Wear braces.
[x] Be paralyzed.
[ ] Be special ed.
[x] Be rich and ugly.
[ ] Be poor and hot.
[ ] Have a hot mean dumb bf/gf.
[x] Have an ugly nice smart bf/gf.
[x] Wear black and white.
[ ] Wear bright colors.
I am
[ ]Short. 5'0 & Shorter.
[ ] 5'1 - 5'3.
[ ] 5'4-5'6.
[x] 5'7 - 5'9.
[ ] 5'10 - 6'1.
[ ]Tall. 6'2 & Taller.
Naturally
[ ] Blonde.
[ ] Strawberry Blonde.
[ ] Redhead.
[ ] Auburn.
[ ] Brunette.
[ ] Dirty Blonde.
[ ] Light Brown.
[ ] Dark Brown.
[ ] Black.
[x] Don't Remember.
[ ] Blue-Eyed.
[ ] Brown-Eyed.
[ ] Green eyed.
[ ] Hazel Eyed.
[ ] Grey-Eyed.
[ ] Silver/Grey-Eyed.
[ ] Blue/Green-Eyed.
[x] Blue/Grey-Eyed.
[ ] Change Colors
I Have/Had
[x] Glasses
[ ] Contacts
[ ] Braces
Hair Length
[ ] Short.
[ ] Medium.
[x] Long Hair.
[ ] Bald.
I Like Listening To
[x] Country.
[x] Classical.
[x] Techno.
[x] Oldies.
[x] Opera.
[x] Reggae.
[x] Emo.
[x] 80's.
[ ] Disco.
[ ] Metal.
[x] Rock.
[x] Rap/HipHop.
[x] R&B
[x] Classic rock.
[ ] Polka
[ ] Gospel
Brands I Like
[ ] American Eagle.
[ ] Hollister.
[ ] The Buckle
[ ] Abercrombie & Fitch.
[ ] Wet Seal.
[ ] O'Neill.
[ ] PacSun.
[ ] Aeropostale
[ ] Dickies.
[ ] Roxy.
[ ] Guess.
[x] Hot Topic.
[ ] Spencers.
[ ] Tripp
[ ] Champs.
[x] Old Navy.
[ ] Volcom.
[ ] Forever 21
[ ] Limited Too.
[ ] Goodwill.
[ ] foxy lady
[ ] 2 Cute
[ ] Other thrift stores.
[x] If I like it I'll wear it.
[x] Target
My Confessions
[x] I am really ticklish
[ ] I've collected comic books.
[x] I read and watch the news.
[x] I like Disney movies!
[x] I don't like killing bugs.
[x] I'm a pretty good cook.
[x] I have worn pajamas to class.
[x] I like Martha Stewart.
[ ] Ozzy is my hero.
[ ] I like church.
[-] I always do my homework.
[ ] I still have my pokemon cards.
[ ] I like sneezing.
[x] I like dancing in my underwear.
[x] I like to play video games.
[x] I watch cartoons.
[ ] Ask someone out.
[x] Be asked out.
[ ] Have a sunny day.
[x] Have a rainy day.
[x] Be blind.
[ ] Be deaf.
[ ] Go sky diving.
[x] Go scuba diving.
[x] Have it be Winter all year round.
[ ] Have it be Summer all year round.
[x] Be beautiful.
[ ] Be loved.
[x] Take a bath.
[ ] Take a shower.
[x] Be born poor and die rich.
[ ] Be born rich and die poor.
[ ] Never have to go to school.
[x] Never have to go to the dentist.
[ ] Never feel physical pain.
[x] Never feel emotional pain.
[x] Wear contacts.
[ ] Wear braces.
[x] Be paralyzed.
[ ] Be special ed.
[x] Be rich and ugly.
[ ] Be poor and hot.
[ ] Have a hot mean dumb bf/gf.
[x] Have an ugly nice smart bf/gf.
[x] Wear black and white.
[ ] Wear bright colors.
I am
[ ]Short. 5'0 & Shorter.
[ ] 5'1 - 5'3.
[ ] 5'4-5'6.
[x] 5'7 - 5'9.
[ ] 5'10 - 6'1.
[ ]Tall. 6'2 & Taller.
Naturally
[ ] Blonde.
[ ] Strawberry Blonde.
[ ] Redhead.
[ ] Auburn.
[ ] Brunette.
[ ] Dirty Blonde.
[ ] Light Brown.
[ ] Dark Brown.
[ ] Black.
[x] Don't Remember.
[ ] Blue-Eyed.
[ ] Brown-Eyed.
[ ] Green eyed.
[ ] Hazel Eyed.
[ ] Grey-Eyed.
[ ] Silver/Grey-Eyed.
[ ] Blue/Green-Eyed.
[x] Blue/Grey-Eyed.
[ ] Change Colors
I Have/Had
[x] Glasses
[ ] Contacts
[ ] Braces
Hair Length
[ ] Short.
[ ] Medium.
[x] Long Hair.
[ ] Bald.
I Like Listening To
[x] Country.
[x] Classical.
[x] Techno.
[x] Oldies.
[x] Opera.
[x] Reggae.
[x] Emo.
[x] 80's.
[ ] Disco.
[ ] Metal.
[x] Rock.
[x] Rap/HipHop.
[x] R&B
[x] Classic rock.
[ ] Polka
[ ] Gospel
Brands I Like
[ ] American Eagle.
[ ] Hollister.
[ ] The Buckle
[ ] Abercrombie & Fitch.
[ ] Wet Seal.
[ ] O'Neill.
[ ] PacSun.
[ ] Aeropostale
[ ] Dickies.
[ ] Roxy.
[ ] Guess.
[x] Hot Topic.
[ ] Spencers.
[ ] Tripp
[ ] Champs.
[x] Old Navy.
[ ] Volcom.
[ ] Forever 21
[ ] Limited Too.
[ ] Goodwill.
[ ] foxy lady
[ ] 2 Cute
[ ] Other thrift stores.
[x] If I like it I'll wear it.
[x] Target
My Confessions
[x] I am really ticklish
[ ] I've collected comic books.
[x] I read and watch the news.
[x] I like Disney movies!
[x] I don't like killing bugs.
[x] I'm a pretty good cook.
[x] I have worn pajamas to class.
[x] I like Martha Stewart.
[ ] Ozzy is my hero.
[ ] I like church.
[-] I always do my homework.
[ ] I still have my pokemon cards.
[ ] I like sneezing.
[x] I like dancing in my underwear.
[x] I like to play video games.
[x] I watch cartoons.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Hate You Didn't Try
Now, before I post this, I would like to make it clear, I've been listening to Leah Andreone for a long time, and am not one of the fan girls who just picked her up because the hot chick on So You Think You Can Dance danced to it the other night.
That having been said, this is one of my favorite songs- and it really sort of fits the mood I've been in lately. I have a big long update with all the little stories from the past few days brewing in the back of my mind, but after helping Erin today with her homework I just really don't have any energy.
Instead I will leave you with the soul twisting lyrics that are Leah.
Hate You Didn't Try
If I close my eyes
I can still see me in your eyes
If I hold my breath
I can breathe just like you
But for me
It's a momentary flight
The life you took was mine
We can't be happy all the time
Out of sight but you haunt my mind
I need a remedy to kill the pain
I hate you didn't try
You made love on an overdose
And now I'm left to cope
You carved I love you in my hands
A scarlet letter drenched in your blood
The life you took was mine
We can't be happy all the time
Out of sight but you haunt my mind
I need a remedy to kill the pain
I hate you didn't try
Since you left
I sleep in the clothes that you wore
Forget I'm alive
And I wait for you at the door
So tired of blue
But I think I see you in the clouds
The life you took was mine
We can't be happy all the time
Out of sight but you haunt my mind
I need a remedy to kill the pain
Kill the pain
The life you took was mine
You can't be happy all the time
Out of sight but you haunt my mind
I need a remedy to kill the pain
I hate you didn't try
For a listen check out Leah's myspace
That having been said, this is one of my favorite songs- and it really sort of fits the mood I've been in lately. I have a big long update with all the little stories from the past few days brewing in the back of my mind, but after helping Erin today with her homework I just really don't have any energy.
Instead I will leave you with the soul twisting lyrics that are Leah.
Hate You Didn't Try
If I close my eyes
I can still see me in your eyes
If I hold my breath
I can breathe just like you
But for me
It's a momentary flight
The life you took was mine
We can't be happy all the time
Out of sight but you haunt my mind
I need a remedy to kill the pain
I hate you didn't try
You made love on an overdose
And now I'm left to cope
You carved I love you in my hands
A scarlet letter drenched in your blood
The life you took was mine
We can't be happy all the time
Out of sight but you haunt my mind
I need a remedy to kill the pain
I hate you didn't try
Since you left
I sleep in the clothes that you wore
Forget I'm alive
And I wait for you at the door
So tired of blue
But I think I see you in the clouds
The life you took was mine
We can't be happy all the time
Out of sight but you haunt my mind
I need a remedy to kill the pain
Kill the pain
The life you took was mine
You can't be happy all the time
Out of sight but you haunt my mind
I need a remedy to kill the pain
I hate you didn't try
For a listen check out Leah's myspace
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Emo-Sara-Cares-A-Lot's letter to the world
I have been working on this since before finals of Spring Term. What is this, you ask? This in an airing of my frustrations type spewing letter, saying the things I never do but always think. The following things will, in no way, be remotely flattering or attractive to most parties involved, myself included. If you're easily pussy hurt or don't like listening to anyone's truth but your own I would suggest not reading any further. Yes, I'm talking about you.
To the Mother: I love you, because I have to. You gave me life and for that sometimes I am grateful. However, I am getting really sick of going the same rounds with the same shit over and over and over. I am tired of being make to feel "less than" simply because I don't like your drunk sister, because I expect you to give me back that money you borrow. I realize that I have always been "your life", but I am tired of feeling like I am somehow beholden to you because of the choices you have made. It is NOT my fault you married my father and got pregnant/. It is NOT my fault you can't pay your bills. You failures are not my own and it's high fucking time I stopped letting you make me feel like it is.
To the Father: I hate you right now, more than I have in years. I hate that I could die tomorrow and the only reason you would know would be because Katie told you. I hate that you blind yourself to everything, including who I am and the pain you've put me through. I hate that forgiving you means letting go. I hate that even when you're not in my life you're still everywhere with me. I hate that when I look in the mirror I see you. I hate that I have to face that everyday when I put on my makeup. I am confronted with the lines that are so much like yours, even doing something as simple as brushing my teeth. I hate that my body was seemingly molded in your form and my laugh from your throat. It is because I hate you I hate myself, and I hate you more for that.
To the Eldest Sister: Where have you been? Was I really so disposable at four? We share the same blood, the same history, yet I feel no connection to you. You daughters look like me, smile my smile, laugh my laugh; all that first belonged to our father....yet, they could be strangers on the street and I wouldn't know them from Eve. I would know you no better. There is a bitterness to the moments we share, tinged with synthetic love and forced kindness. You abandoned me so now I abandon you. The childhood illusion of you is no more, and the very idea of you is tainted for me now. Is it your fault for not being perfect, or mine for believing in all the times you promised you were?.
To the One in the Middle: Who are you? No, really, who the fuck are you? While my youthful heart belonged to the Elder, I have no fond memory of you. I have no tangible proof other than the Elder to tell me we were once part of the same whole... and yet for you I might grieve most of all, for all that could have been. We share the same hurts, the same tears, the same belief we do not belong to or with the man that supposedly sired us... perhaps it is not you for whom I ach, but the idea of what wisdom you might have given me.
To the Young Blood: We have come full circle little one. You know the lines to read between, can sense the words I've not said, and hear the silent scream. You know the signs of drowning and of the ship going down, but you stay anyway. We'll cling to each other till the bitter end despite desperate times and childish pranks. There is such potential beauty in your soul, when you let of this self respect battle, you will have won the war. When you stop cheapening the body and polluting the mind, you'll be left with all your brilliance. I wish you'd let it shine. I worry for the life you're leading now, the parties and the drinking. I know it will only drag you down. I wait for you to see you the way I do. I know this battle is hard fought and long, but I'm right here waiting, just trying to help push you along.
To the Carol Ann: I have lived my whole life running to you. I have hidden in your skirt tails since I was knee high to a bugs ear. After Mikey's death you were my life line, I was just a little girl but I remember feeling like I could never reach anyone but you. Now I'm much older, and little has changed, only I see you through different eyes, less selfish eyes. It is because I am like you that I do and say the things I do. It is because I have your temper and your sense of injustice I punish everyone, including myself. I look to you now for guidance, a path for which I could follow- at least for a little while. You worry when I become silent, but the only thing I can say would make you worry more. When I distance myself, it is not because inherently I want to hurt either one of us, but rather I simply couldn't stand subjecting you to myself.
To the Drunkard: All my life, from the time I was tiny to the first night you called and made me cry, you were this model of propriety. The Good Catholic Woman whom thought I was too over the top. You sit in judgment of me now, but in all your life have I ever told you what insufferable monsters my cousins were? Did I ever run and tattle when Rocky would beat the shit out of me? Did I ever show the bruises left after a day of "play"? Do I remind you of the emotional scars you inflicted on me those nights you ignored my panicked screams, calling me a spoiled brat? It has become very clear to me that I do not love who you are, I don't even really like you right now. With this comes shame, because Family is supposed to be of the utmost importance.
To the D-Child: I believed in you. I comforted you, I created with you, and in a sense I loved you best of all. Unabashed and unashamed to show my battle scars I let you see the dark side of me, the side I hide from everyone else. You bore witness to an honest fury born of insecurity and a need to be heard- no matter the cost. I made mistakes, I relied too heavily on you, but in the end, I gave as good as I got. You were not always easy, with a brutal temperament and hateful tongue, spiteful in your trusting and often fickle with affection and affiliation. You work so hard to be new age, to be "whole", you never hear how you talk to people. There is plenty of fault to pass around, and yet I know I shoulder this burden because I am the one hurting for it now. There is something painfully wrong knowing if I were to die tomorrow, not only would you not know... you wouldn't care. I live now in fear that at any time simply being honest, simply being who I am... will somehow force every person I love from my life and that is the deepest wound of all, the root of the root, and the truth of my truth. You won't like it, it isn't very pretty, but in trying to forget it I've denied a part of myself.
To the One Who Stands Beside: You have become my safe haven, my port in the storm, the light at the end of the tunnel- which is not an oncoming train... and still... I hold back. I tell the story, I use the words, but I blur the meaning. When I feel I am teetering on the edge I pull back, when you leave me with silence, though its not your intent, I hear "I don't love you anymore", "I can't deal with you anymore". This is not your fault, or any flaw found within you... this is a fear of my own making, a prison of my deign. I never tell you what you mean, or how truly amazing you are in my eyes because the last thing in the world I want to be is needy, or clingy. True, we are only friends, but we are kindred souls on the mend, and you deserve so much more than I could ever be, even as a friend and confidant.
To My Petite Jolie: We have weathered many storms, battled many demons, and loved each other unconditionally. I see your beauty, and allow you to see my weakness. I have put as much faith in you as I ever have anyone, and though you've never let me down I hold a piece of myself from you. I bottle it, the hate and ugliness, the angst and lies I tell myself every single day, until the moment it spills over and I have no other option but to burst forth in a sea of screaming tears.... and yet there you stand. Even when I am sure you're going to give up and walk out on me because I will never be "better", never really "heal", you stand there with open arms and tell me you will never give up on me. I wish I could be more for you, I wish I could be the sort of friend you really deserve, I wish I could be as good for you as you are for me. I wish... a lot of things... but I am also forever grateful that you don't think I need to be more than I am when I am at my best. I am grateful that you love me, that you laugh with me, that you reassure me when I panic and ask you how on Earth you could love me. I am grateful that somehow you found your way to me.
To the Googlie: We have had our ups and our downs, our bitch fights and screaming matches. We have been ugly and hateful, and then turned around and been beautiful. Our relationship is a constant roller coaster, but the thing I remember more than that is that... you like me, just as I am. You love my flaws because they make me human, even when they make you crazy. I don't know what I ever did to deserve a friend like you, to be worthy of that kindness, but I will be forever grateful that you bestowed upon me the title of "friend". If it all went kaput tomorrow I know I could look back on it happily, which is quite progressive if you really think about it, since we're both so fond of calling each other names when we're mad.
I think I've gotten all the venom out for now. I think I might have just said everything I ever needed to say. If not... there's always tomorrow.
To the Mother: I love you, because I have to. You gave me life and for that sometimes I am grateful. However, I am getting really sick of going the same rounds with the same shit over and over and over. I am tired of being make to feel "less than" simply because I don't like your drunk sister, because I expect you to give me back that money you borrow. I realize that I have always been "your life", but I am tired of feeling like I am somehow beholden to you because of the choices you have made. It is NOT my fault you married my father and got pregnant/. It is NOT my fault you can't pay your bills. You failures are not my own and it's high fucking time I stopped letting you make me feel like it is.
To the Father: I hate you right now, more than I have in years. I hate that I could die tomorrow and the only reason you would know would be because Katie told you. I hate that you blind yourself to everything, including who I am and the pain you've put me through. I hate that forgiving you means letting go. I hate that even when you're not in my life you're still everywhere with me. I hate that when I look in the mirror I see you. I hate that I have to face that everyday when I put on my makeup. I am confronted with the lines that are so much like yours, even doing something as simple as brushing my teeth. I hate that my body was seemingly molded in your form and my laugh from your throat. It is because I hate you I hate myself, and I hate you more for that.
To the Eldest Sister: Where have you been? Was I really so disposable at four? We share the same blood, the same history, yet I feel no connection to you. You daughters look like me, smile my smile, laugh my laugh; all that first belonged to our father....yet, they could be strangers on the street and I wouldn't know them from Eve. I would know you no better. There is a bitterness to the moments we share, tinged with synthetic love and forced kindness. You abandoned me so now I abandon you. The childhood illusion of you is no more, and the very idea of you is tainted for me now. Is it your fault for not being perfect, or mine for believing in all the times you promised you were?.
To the One in the Middle: Who are you? No, really, who the fuck are you? While my youthful heart belonged to the Elder, I have no fond memory of you. I have no tangible proof other than the Elder to tell me we were once part of the same whole... and yet for you I might grieve most of all, for all that could have been. We share the same hurts, the same tears, the same belief we do not belong to or with the man that supposedly sired us... perhaps it is not you for whom I ach, but the idea of what wisdom you might have given me.
To the Young Blood: We have come full circle little one. You know the lines to read between, can sense the words I've not said, and hear the silent scream. You know the signs of drowning and of the ship going down, but you stay anyway. We'll cling to each other till the bitter end despite desperate times and childish pranks. There is such potential beauty in your soul, when you let of this self respect battle, you will have won the war. When you stop cheapening the body and polluting the mind, you'll be left with all your brilliance. I wish you'd let it shine. I worry for the life you're leading now, the parties and the drinking. I know it will only drag you down. I wait for you to see you the way I do. I know this battle is hard fought and long, but I'm right here waiting, just trying to help push you along.
To the Carol Ann: I have lived my whole life running to you. I have hidden in your skirt tails since I was knee high to a bugs ear. After Mikey's death you were my life line, I was just a little girl but I remember feeling like I could never reach anyone but you. Now I'm much older, and little has changed, only I see you through different eyes, less selfish eyes. It is because I am like you that I do and say the things I do. It is because I have your temper and your sense of injustice I punish everyone, including myself. I look to you now for guidance, a path for which I could follow- at least for a little while. You worry when I become silent, but the only thing I can say would make you worry more. When I distance myself, it is not because inherently I want to hurt either one of us, but rather I simply couldn't stand subjecting you to myself.
To the Drunkard: All my life, from the time I was tiny to the first night you called and made me cry, you were this model of propriety. The Good Catholic Woman whom thought I was too over the top. You sit in judgment of me now, but in all your life have I ever told you what insufferable monsters my cousins were? Did I ever run and tattle when Rocky would beat the shit out of me? Did I ever show the bruises left after a day of "play"? Do I remind you of the emotional scars you inflicted on me those nights you ignored my panicked screams, calling me a spoiled brat? It has become very clear to me that I do not love who you are, I don't even really like you right now. With this comes shame, because Family is supposed to be of the utmost importance.
To the D-Child: I believed in you. I comforted you, I created with you, and in a sense I loved you best of all. Unabashed and unashamed to show my battle scars I let you see the dark side of me, the side I hide from everyone else. You bore witness to an honest fury born of insecurity and a need to be heard- no matter the cost. I made mistakes, I relied too heavily on you, but in the end, I gave as good as I got. You were not always easy, with a brutal temperament and hateful tongue, spiteful in your trusting and often fickle with affection and affiliation. You work so hard to be new age, to be "whole", you never hear how you talk to people. There is plenty of fault to pass around, and yet I know I shoulder this burden because I am the one hurting for it now. There is something painfully wrong knowing if I were to die tomorrow, not only would you not know... you wouldn't care. I live now in fear that at any time simply being honest, simply being who I am... will somehow force every person I love from my life and that is the deepest wound of all, the root of the root, and the truth of my truth. You won't like it, it isn't very pretty, but in trying to forget it I've denied a part of myself.
To the One Who Stands Beside: You have become my safe haven, my port in the storm, the light at the end of the tunnel- which is not an oncoming train... and still... I hold back. I tell the story, I use the words, but I blur the meaning. When I feel I am teetering on the edge I pull back, when you leave me with silence, though its not your intent, I hear "I don't love you anymore", "I can't deal with you anymore". This is not your fault, or any flaw found within you... this is a fear of my own making, a prison of my deign. I never tell you what you mean, or how truly amazing you are in my eyes because the last thing in the world I want to be is needy, or clingy. True, we are only friends, but we are kindred souls on the mend, and you deserve so much more than I could ever be, even as a friend and confidant.
To My Petite Jolie: We have weathered many storms, battled many demons, and loved each other unconditionally. I see your beauty, and allow you to see my weakness. I have put as much faith in you as I ever have anyone, and though you've never let me down I hold a piece of myself from you. I bottle it, the hate and ugliness, the angst and lies I tell myself every single day, until the moment it spills over and I have no other option but to burst forth in a sea of screaming tears.... and yet there you stand. Even when I am sure you're going to give up and walk out on me because I will never be "better", never really "heal", you stand there with open arms and tell me you will never give up on me. I wish I could be more for you, I wish I could be the sort of friend you really deserve, I wish I could be as good for you as you are for me. I wish... a lot of things... but I am also forever grateful that you don't think I need to be more than I am when I am at my best. I am grateful that you love me, that you laugh with me, that you reassure me when I panic and ask you how on Earth you could love me. I am grateful that somehow you found your way to me.
To the Googlie: We have had our ups and our downs, our bitch fights and screaming matches. We have been ugly and hateful, and then turned around and been beautiful. Our relationship is a constant roller coaster, but the thing I remember more than that is that... you like me, just as I am. You love my flaws because they make me human, even when they make you crazy. I don't know what I ever did to deserve a friend like you, to be worthy of that kindness, but I will be forever grateful that you bestowed upon me the title of "friend". If it all went kaput tomorrow I know I could look back on it happily, which is quite progressive if you really think about it, since we're both so fond of calling each other names when we're mad.
I think I've gotten all the venom out for now. I think I might have just said everything I ever needed to say. If not... there's always tomorrow.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Cigarette Cravings
I really want an effing cigarette. I am taking a much needed break from packing and being stuck in my own damn head, to listen to KT Tunstall and some Blue October. It's a strange mix, like pickles and ice cream, but this is without a doubt the yummier of the choices. I've been up since six and I am effing miserable. My allergy to dust is going crazy, I've started cleaning out the spare bedroom which should have actually been called "The place where we through shit we don't want to deal with" It's a very astute name don't you think? Yea, I do. The last week this craving for a bender and a Lucky has been gnawing at my nerves. Of course I don't drink anymore, for various reasons that I refuse to talk about with anyone including Jodie and my mother... who don't really want to know as it makes them worry anyway.
Anywho. I have spent the last four hours sifting through childhood crap,. boxes of toys, my stuffed animals, old diaries, love letters I never sent, burned cd's, keepsake boxes and the like... and it's made me very said. I found the letters I'd written S. and D. They sort of pull at my heartstrings really. I mean on the page are all of these beautiful thoughts, and beautiful ideas and hopes and dreams... and when I look at them I don't know that person anymore. It's very hard for me to match that image to the one I have of myself right now, in this moment. Right now I am irritable and bitchy, which I am sure I was then too, but now... it's hard for me to see past this dire need for a cigarette and the fact that I am too broke to even go buy one. I would settle for a latte but, yea, I spent my last five bucks on garbage bags and diet coke for Mom (which was really the better thing to do because now I won't have to strangle her).
The last couple weeks have been hard, really adjusting to the idea of this move, of getting the hell out of Dodge... only to end up in a smaller Dodge, with more cows than sheep and more sheep than people. Don't get me wrong, Plush is a pretty little town, but... I just.... even when I know its the right thing to do for myself.... it still is really hard to think about being even further away from the "world". I mean we're talking about a place that loses Cell service like twenty miles on either side of the town, never mind actually down in the little valley where we'll be living. I know this is Mom's idea of an adventure, and we've already had a couple getting there, but a part of me wants to run to the coffee house and chain myself to a chair... the closest place for a decent Latte in Plush is like an hour away- three if you want Starbucks, six if I want to have my best friend to go get it with. Thinking about it just makes me tired. I try to tell myself Kadie will come and visit, but I sort of have a feeling that really isn't an option... and now if Mom drops her master's program we won't have a reason to come back once a month.... which makes me very very very sad sad sad.
On the other hand, I see some positives to this as well. I will be closer to Aunt Suzy and while we don't always get along, when we do she's almost as much fun as Auntie Carol. It will also put me closer to Faith, Hope, and Grace, which will be nice. I mean I know that they were only so well behaved for me because I was like the new fun toy and with time that will wear off, but I really want to be a part of their lives. They're growing up so beautifully. I'll also only be a few hours... well... actually sort of like four or five, from my Cousin Charity. It's occured to me more and more that I really miss her. The two years she lived down here were such a blast, even if she and I don't always see eye to eye. I miss being able to just get in the car with her and go. Now, once we're there anyway, getting in the car and just going to see her will be nice. Jodie assures me I won't always be the scardy-cat driver I am now. I don't know if I believe her. I also get the run of the house, which might sound silly, but... I am so excited to get to decorate. The house is small, but it feels more "cozy" than small, more like home... like the home I grew up in than the place we have now does. Once we get the school thing straight, and I can stop worrying about it, then I think I will be able to get a little more excited about the move. I mean... I am sort of already excited, but not the way I could be, not the way I was when I thought about having my own little apartment and being on my own.
In reality, I know that being there won't be as bad as getting there- like most things in life. The journey to this place is paved with broken road and a lot of dreams I'm putting on hold, but being there... being there won't be that awful. Once we get past getting the house on the market, getting all our shit packed and unpacked and put in special places, once we do all that, then I really believe I could be happy there for a year, at least until after surgery. Once we cross that hurdle, once that first fifty pounds is off... I know that these recluse like feelings I am dealing with now will dissapate, if not vanish. I know its silly to be so obsessed with weight when my whole life my stance has been beauty is about the inner strength a woman has as opposed to her outter shell....
I'm a hypocrite. I'm ok with that.
I do have to share this little story, so then maybe everyone will understand why I am so stressed about this move. Not this last weekend, but the weekend before Mom and Jodes were cleaning out the rest of her stuff from her classroom here, they were just supposed to pack it up and take it to storage and then in two weeks, after payday, they were supposed to take it up to the teacherage in Plush. Well once they got the shit packed, and I mean packed, to the rafters, couldn't even use the review mirror it was packed so high, Jodie decide she doesn't want to unpack all this crap, put it in storage, just to pack it all up again in two weeks- which admittedly makes sense- so they will just drive up and back (12 hour trip) right then and there. However, instead of unpacking Mom's little Volvo and the two of them just taking the stuff in Jodie's van, they deiced to take both cars (it should be noted at this point that Mom's Volvo is as old as I am and while it might have been a super car at one time has a tendency to die when you're running off the bottom half the gastank).
This is the part of the story where I enter. I was... checking my email or something, maybe watching cartoons, I don't remember, anyway, they call and want to know if I want to ride with Jodie (because since it stranded us last time I refuse to set one chubby toe in that damn Volvo). As I had nothing better to do, and was really sort of bored, and roadtrips with Jodie are always amsuing, I agree to go. Getting out of town was interesting, to say the least, we spent twenty minutes in the parkinglot of what used to be Jackson's and is now Shell, trying to ge tgas and goodies, and just a bunch of shit. Then we have to stop in Vale- which seriously is like twenty minutes from where we live, so Mom can try to call Aunt Sue and get another Diet Coke (I keep telling her it doesn't matter if they're ''Diet" if you drink twelve a day). Anyway we're finally on our way the the first quarter of the trip passes without much incident. Jodie and I talk, and I get the lecture about needing to take care of myself and other things she never says in front of my mom, but I know comes from a place of loving concern for me. She also told me I need to take it easy on Mother dear because she's as stressed as I am. I take it all with a pinch of salt because Jodie has a way of saying something in a way that can be misconstrued as mean, when really she's just blunt.
Anyway, we're about fifteen miles out of Juntera which is a little pin dot on a map that has a motel, diner, and some farm land, and we're going up this big hill- which I had never actually concidered to be a big hill before this trip. By this point Jodie has gone around Mom because she was going so slow and Jodie has trouble keeping it under 70, and was having a hard time holding it at 60. We get to the top of the hill and pull off to wait for Mom to catch up. About twenty minutes goes by, ten or fifteen cars go past, and it dawns on us Mom is probably stranded somewhere down the hill. SO we flip a bitch and head back down to see where she is and low and behold she's sitting on the side of the road, drumming her fingers on the wheel. We pull over (keep in mind we're talking about a winding hill road here, the pulls off are tiny), get out and the first thing my sweet school marm mother says is "How many ways can you say FUCK". I tired not to laugh, but, well, it was hard. So they decide we will sit and see if, after it had cooled down a litte, the car would start. I pick up my book at this point figuring we're going to call someone to tow her to Burns because it was closer than Vale or home. That would be the logical thing to do right? I mean it would make the most sense, or at the very least we swap out some shit, from the van to make room for Mom and then come back for the car after we dropped everything off at Plush....
Logical things rarely happen when you're with my mother and Jodie. Sometimes I wonder if they have a functioning logical thought between them when they are together- don't get me wrong, I love this about them, but not when my ulcer is already acting up because the only thing I'd eaten was actually a bottle of Starbucks and a handful of Sunflower seeds. Anyway, this is the point where logic shuts down and Jodie decided we will just push Mom's car up the hill the rest of the way, of course it's like 90 degrees outside so physically doing this is impossible unless she wants my fat ass to die of heat stroke or a heart attack. It's this point when she turns the a/c off in her van and navigates her bumper gently in the back of Mom's and begins to nudge her up the hill. Talk about amusing. If you've never watched one semi-high-strung-slightly-foul-mouthed teacher push another up a hill using her car, I highly recommend not doing so when you're in the car with them. Watch from the side of the road, or a passing vehicle. I remember a lot of "What the FUCK is your mother doing Sara-belle?" of course my only answer was "I don't know Jodie."- Of course by this point I am choking on my laughter, trying not to cry because I am dead sure they're going to run us off the damn road with this stunt.
We get to the top of the hill, without, by some stroke of luck, not killing each other or going off the road. Mom coasts down, and for a little while things are ok. However, low an behold there are several more big hills we have to get over to get to Burns, (where I assume they will park the car, switch some stuff, and come back for it later), so we have to repeat this "Jodie pushing Mom uphill" thing several more times. I had never actually noticed how hilly that area was before this little trip. My nerves were shot by the time we finally got to Burns, we make it to the Shell station there, I have to pee so bad I'm nearly dancing from the parking lot while Mom and Jodie are standing by the pumps laughing their asses off. I try to convince them the problem is we're running on the bottom half of the tank and that it is a long ass way from Burns to Lakeview and they need to get a gas can so maybe we don't have to push Mom up anymore hills (of course they don't listen). So we get crappy McDonalds and head off again.
By this time the part of the trip that should have taken about four hours all together is at six and a half- which is how long the whole first leg of the thing should have taken the way Jodie drives. Now, for the most part I love long car trips, looking at the landscape, reading, daydreaming, whatever, I don't mind it, and I know the thing everyone keeps saying when I say I'm moving to Oregon is "I hear it's pretty", yea, well, shut the fuck up. The coast is pretty, the part of the state we're in is High Desert and just nasty. It's not pretty. It's not green. It is dry, and hot, and uncomfortable. Its not even like Arizona with it's painted desert, its just.. scraggy trees and sagebrush. I will take pictures and show you. Anyway, for the most part from Burns to about the Christmas Valley turn off we do alright. Then we get to the rest station just a few miles up from that, Jodie has to pee so we turn off and I knew then it was a mistake and Mom should have kept going- but again no one listens to me. When we pull up there is this gentle slope that goes on for, what now anyway, seems like miles and miles and miles. Mom has to turn around and get a RUNNING START to get up this thing, and eventually Jodie ends up behind her pushing again. By this point I just close my eyes and try not to laugh or cry because I am exhausted and want to leave this piece of shit car by the side of the road.
We make it to Lakeview, pull into the little gas station there, Mom checks her oil and can't even get a read on the dipstick. At this point I am just done. I get my VitaminWater, and get back in the van to read my book. I am hot and tired and ready to be home. We've been in the car by this point about eight hours. We get to Plush and Mom's car makes it without us having to push her again, we unload everything that takes about another hour and a half after we show Jodie around the house and run into one of her new student's parents- who really thought I looked young enough to still be in High School. I think it might have been the Mickey Mouse Bun pigtails I had going on, but I was just thankful they didn't think I was old enough to be her sister. That's happened before, which is really disheartening because Mom doesn't look that young. I mean she doesn't look 52, but she doesn't look young enough to be my sister either. Anyway, we unpack we leave the Volvo because there is no way we're doing that shit again in the dark, pile into the Van and head back the way we came.
We get to about two miles outside of Burns and Jodie realizes that we need gas. Now Burns is not like Ontario, or even Payette where you have 24 hour gas stations every few miles. There is ONE freaking place open, Thank God, and then Jodie has to go inside to sign for the gas because she's used her credit card so many times. Actually she'd used it at that very place a few hours earlier when we'd stopped to get Gas the first time. Then we back peddle to this diner called the Apple Peddler, which while the food was alright, the service was shit and it wasn't worth the almost thirty bucks we ended up paying. This whole time Mom and Jodie are laughing, because since leaving Plush we've been attacked by a low flying Owl, nearly hit three million fucking Jack Rabbits, and we think a Possum- or something equally rodent-like. We leave, and Mom and Jodie joke the rest of the way home, and I try to stay awake in case we die.
It was like after three before we got back. I seriously just fell onto the couch. I didn't even bother changing. Then the next day the alternator in the Corsica went out. SO for over a week now we've been without a car, and without money to fix the Corsica because moving is freaking expensive. We spent nearly $300 in gas alone on this little excursion.....
And now that this entry has gone on for like five pages in Word, I am going to end it.
-Peace, Love, and Chicken Grease
--Sara
Anywho. I have spent the last four hours sifting through childhood crap,. boxes of toys, my stuffed animals, old diaries, love letters I never sent, burned cd's, keepsake boxes and the like... and it's made me very said. I found the letters I'd written S. and D. They sort of pull at my heartstrings really. I mean on the page are all of these beautiful thoughts, and beautiful ideas and hopes and dreams... and when I look at them I don't know that person anymore. It's very hard for me to match that image to the one I have of myself right now, in this moment. Right now I am irritable and bitchy, which I am sure I was then too, but now... it's hard for me to see past this dire need for a cigarette and the fact that I am too broke to even go buy one. I would settle for a latte but, yea, I spent my last five bucks on garbage bags and diet coke for Mom (which was really the better thing to do because now I won't have to strangle her).
The last couple weeks have been hard, really adjusting to the idea of this move, of getting the hell out of Dodge... only to end up in a smaller Dodge, with more cows than sheep and more sheep than people. Don't get me wrong, Plush is a pretty little town, but... I just.... even when I know its the right thing to do for myself.... it still is really hard to think about being even further away from the "world". I mean we're talking about a place that loses Cell service like twenty miles on either side of the town, never mind actually down in the little valley where we'll be living. I know this is Mom's idea of an adventure, and we've already had a couple getting there, but a part of me wants to run to the coffee house and chain myself to a chair... the closest place for a decent Latte in Plush is like an hour away- three if you want Starbucks, six if I want to have my best friend to go get it with. Thinking about it just makes me tired. I try to tell myself Kadie will come and visit, but I sort of have a feeling that really isn't an option... and now if Mom drops her master's program we won't have a reason to come back once a month.... which makes me very very very sad sad sad.
On the other hand, I see some positives to this as well. I will be closer to Aunt Suzy and while we don't always get along, when we do she's almost as much fun as Auntie Carol. It will also put me closer to Faith, Hope, and Grace, which will be nice. I mean I know that they were only so well behaved for me because I was like the new fun toy and with time that will wear off, but I really want to be a part of their lives. They're growing up so beautifully. I'll also only be a few hours... well... actually sort of like four or five, from my Cousin Charity. It's occured to me more and more that I really miss her. The two years she lived down here were such a blast, even if she and I don't always see eye to eye. I miss being able to just get in the car with her and go. Now, once we're there anyway, getting in the car and just going to see her will be nice. Jodie assures me I won't always be the scardy-cat driver I am now. I don't know if I believe her. I also get the run of the house, which might sound silly, but... I am so excited to get to decorate. The house is small, but it feels more "cozy" than small, more like home... like the home I grew up in than the place we have now does. Once we get the school thing straight, and I can stop worrying about it, then I think I will be able to get a little more excited about the move. I mean... I am sort of already excited, but not the way I could be, not the way I was when I thought about having my own little apartment and being on my own.
In reality, I know that being there won't be as bad as getting there- like most things in life. The journey to this place is paved with broken road and a lot of dreams I'm putting on hold, but being there... being there won't be that awful. Once we get past getting the house on the market, getting all our shit packed and unpacked and put in special places, once we do all that, then I really believe I could be happy there for a year, at least until after surgery. Once we cross that hurdle, once that first fifty pounds is off... I know that these recluse like feelings I am dealing with now will dissapate, if not vanish. I know its silly to be so obsessed with weight when my whole life my stance has been beauty is about the inner strength a woman has as opposed to her outter shell....
I'm a hypocrite. I'm ok with that.
I do have to share this little story, so then maybe everyone will understand why I am so stressed about this move. Not this last weekend, but the weekend before Mom and Jodes were cleaning out the rest of her stuff from her classroom here, they were just supposed to pack it up and take it to storage and then in two weeks, after payday, they were supposed to take it up to the teacherage in Plush. Well once they got the shit packed, and I mean packed, to the rafters, couldn't even use the review mirror it was packed so high, Jodie decide she doesn't want to unpack all this crap, put it in storage, just to pack it all up again in two weeks- which admittedly makes sense- so they will just drive up and back (12 hour trip) right then and there. However, instead of unpacking Mom's little Volvo and the two of them just taking the stuff in Jodie's van, they deiced to take both cars (it should be noted at this point that Mom's Volvo is as old as I am and while it might have been a super car at one time has a tendency to die when you're running off the bottom half the gastank).
This is the part of the story where I enter. I was... checking my email or something, maybe watching cartoons, I don't remember, anyway, they call and want to know if I want to ride with Jodie (because since it stranded us last time I refuse to set one chubby toe in that damn Volvo). As I had nothing better to do, and was really sort of bored, and roadtrips with Jodie are always amsuing, I agree to go. Getting out of town was interesting, to say the least, we spent twenty minutes in the parkinglot of what used to be Jackson's and is now Shell, trying to ge tgas and goodies, and just a bunch of shit. Then we have to stop in Vale- which seriously is like twenty minutes from where we live, so Mom can try to call Aunt Sue and get another Diet Coke (I keep telling her it doesn't matter if they're ''Diet" if you drink twelve a day). Anyway we're finally on our way the the first quarter of the trip passes without much incident. Jodie and I talk, and I get the lecture about needing to take care of myself and other things she never says in front of my mom, but I know comes from a place of loving concern for me. She also told me I need to take it easy on Mother dear because she's as stressed as I am. I take it all with a pinch of salt because Jodie has a way of saying something in a way that can be misconstrued as mean, when really she's just blunt.
Anyway, we're about fifteen miles out of Juntera which is a little pin dot on a map that has a motel, diner, and some farm land, and we're going up this big hill- which I had never actually concidered to be a big hill before this trip. By this point Jodie has gone around Mom because she was going so slow and Jodie has trouble keeping it under 70, and was having a hard time holding it at 60. We get to the top of the hill and pull off to wait for Mom to catch up. About twenty minutes goes by, ten or fifteen cars go past, and it dawns on us Mom is probably stranded somewhere down the hill. SO we flip a bitch and head back down to see where she is and low and behold she's sitting on the side of the road, drumming her fingers on the wheel. We pull over (keep in mind we're talking about a winding hill road here, the pulls off are tiny), get out and the first thing my sweet school marm mother says is "How many ways can you say FUCK". I tired not to laugh, but, well, it was hard. So they decide we will sit and see if, after it had cooled down a litte, the car would start. I pick up my book at this point figuring we're going to call someone to tow her to Burns because it was closer than Vale or home. That would be the logical thing to do right? I mean it would make the most sense, or at the very least we swap out some shit, from the van to make room for Mom and then come back for the car after we dropped everything off at Plush....
Logical things rarely happen when you're with my mother and Jodie. Sometimes I wonder if they have a functioning logical thought between them when they are together- don't get me wrong, I love this about them, but not when my ulcer is already acting up because the only thing I'd eaten was actually a bottle of Starbucks and a handful of Sunflower seeds. Anyway, this is the point where logic shuts down and Jodie decided we will just push Mom's car up the hill the rest of the way, of course it's like 90 degrees outside so physically doing this is impossible unless she wants my fat ass to die of heat stroke or a heart attack. It's this point when she turns the a/c off in her van and navigates her bumper gently in the back of Mom's and begins to nudge her up the hill. Talk about amusing. If you've never watched one semi-high-strung-slightly-foul-mouthed teacher push another up a hill using her car, I highly recommend not doing so when you're in the car with them. Watch from the side of the road, or a passing vehicle. I remember a lot of "What the FUCK is your mother doing Sara-belle?" of course my only answer was "I don't know Jodie."- Of course by this point I am choking on my laughter, trying not to cry because I am dead sure they're going to run us off the damn road with this stunt.
We get to the top of the hill, without, by some stroke of luck, not killing each other or going off the road. Mom coasts down, and for a little while things are ok. However, low an behold there are several more big hills we have to get over to get to Burns, (where I assume they will park the car, switch some stuff, and come back for it later), so we have to repeat this "Jodie pushing Mom uphill" thing several more times. I had never actually noticed how hilly that area was before this little trip. My nerves were shot by the time we finally got to Burns, we make it to the Shell station there, I have to pee so bad I'm nearly dancing from the parking lot while Mom and Jodie are standing by the pumps laughing their asses off. I try to convince them the problem is we're running on the bottom half of the tank and that it is a long ass way from Burns to Lakeview and they need to get a gas can so maybe we don't have to push Mom up anymore hills (of course they don't listen). So we get crappy McDonalds and head off again.
By this time the part of the trip that should have taken about four hours all together is at six and a half- which is how long the whole first leg of the thing should have taken the way Jodie drives. Now, for the most part I love long car trips, looking at the landscape, reading, daydreaming, whatever, I don't mind it, and I know the thing everyone keeps saying when I say I'm moving to Oregon is "I hear it's pretty", yea, well, shut the fuck up. The coast is pretty, the part of the state we're in is High Desert and just nasty. It's not pretty. It's not green. It is dry, and hot, and uncomfortable. Its not even like Arizona with it's painted desert, its just.. scraggy trees and sagebrush. I will take pictures and show you. Anyway, for the most part from Burns to about the Christmas Valley turn off we do alright. Then we get to the rest station just a few miles up from that, Jodie has to pee so we turn off and I knew then it was a mistake and Mom should have kept going- but again no one listens to me. When we pull up there is this gentle slope that goes on for, what now anyway, seems like miles and miles and miles. Mom has to turn around and get a RUNNING START to get up this thing, and eventually Jodie ends up behind her pushing again. By this point I just close my eyes and try not to laugh or cry because I am exhausted and want to leave this piece of shit car by the side of the road.
We make it to Lakeview, pull into the little gas station there, Mom checks her oil and can't even get a read on the dipstick. At this point I am just done. I get my VitaminWater, and get back in the van to read my book. I am hot and tired and ready to be home. We've been in the car by this point about eight hours. We get to Plush and Mom's car makes it without us having to push her again, we unload everything that takes about another hour and a half after we show Jodie around the house and run into one of her new student's parents- who really thought I looked young enough to still be in High School. I think it might have been the Mickey Mouse Bun pigtails I had going on, but I was just thankful they didn't think I was old enough to be her sister. That's happened before, which is really disheartening because Mom doesn't look that young. I mean she doesn't look 52, but she doesn't look young enough to be my sister either. Anyway, we unpack we leave the Volvo because there is no way we're doing that shit again in the dark, pile into the Van and head back the way we came.
We get to about two miles outside of Burns and Jodie realizes that we need gas. Now Burns is not like Ontario, or even Payette where you have 24 hour gas stations every few miles. There is ONE freaking place open, Thank God, and then Jodie has to go inside to sign for the gas because she's used her credit card so many times. Actually she'd used it at that very place a few hours earlier when we'd stopped to get Gas the first time. Then we back peddle to this diner called the Apple Peddler, which while the food was alright, the service was shit and it wasn't worth the almost thirty bucks we ended up paying. This whole time Mom and Jodie are laughing, because since leaving Plush we've been attacked by a low flying Owl, nearly hit three million fucking Jack Rabbits, and we think a Possum- or something equally rodent-like. We leave, and Mom and Jodie joke the rest of the way home, and I try to stay awake in case we die.
It was like after three before we got back. I seriously just fell onto the couch. I didn't even bother changing. Then the next day the alternator in the Corsica went out. SO for over a week now we've been without a car, and without money to fix the Corsica because moving is freaking expensive. We spent nearly $300 in gas alone on this little excursion.....
And now that this entry has gone on for like five pages in Word, I am going to end it.
-Peace, Love, and Chicken Grease
--Sara
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Queen of the MeMes :: Myspace Edition
1. Would you get back with your last ex if you could?
No. Not because I don't still adore this person, but because there is too much bad blood in that sense for me to ever trust him again. Cheat on me once shame on you, cheat on me twice and you need to have your eye poked out... among other things.
2. What kind of shirt are you wearing?
Boatneck heather pink with a white tanktop underneath
3. Would you kiss anyone on your friends list?
Yes. Several of them actually.
4. Do you have a 'thing' for someone on your friends list?
I am not at liberty to comment on this.
5. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life?
Hmm..... let me count.... haha only like 17 out of 116
6. How many kids do you want to have?
What is "zero" Alex. Everyone thinks I'm lying when I say this, but it's so true. I used to think I wanted kids, but I know now that I am too fucked up to ever pass that on to another living human being. Talk about Cruel and Unusual punishment, sheesh. I have crazy on both sides of my family, and with my taste in relationships that'd be like having crazy coming from the poor kid on all sides. So not fair.
7. Do you have a good relationship with both of your parents?
It waxes and wanes with my Dad. When I am in a forgiving mood I love him and know he did the best he could for being a fucktard male, when I am angry and bitter and in the mood to hate someone, I just think he's a fucktard who loved my sisters more. My mother and I go the rounds, but at the core of it, she's always been there, always loved me, especially when I couldn't love myself. So I guess that means that we have a good relationship, I mean its something we have to work at, but its something that is worth working at.
8. What name would you want besides the one you have?
Nola, I have no idea why, except that right now I love that name. Actually, my mother wanted to name me Katherine Theresa, and I really like that name- but Dad stuck his foot down so I am just simply Sara- though I really think it fits. I can't see me being anything or anyone else (though when I was little I used to think if I'd been an Alexis I would have been thin and popular.)
10. What did you do for your last birthday?
Ok so this will sound really lame, especially since it was my 21st, but I had dinner with Mom and Jodie and then ran to Wal*Mart to buy Breakfast At Tiffany's- which they didn't have, which made me SAD.
11. What's your main ringtone on your phone?
The ring ring kind.
13. What were you doing two nights ago?
Umm I think I was talking to Nate, or maybe I was on the phone with Bryan? I can't remember. I was probably bitching about packing though.
14. Do you like having your hair pulled?
It depends on the context in which it is happening. Generally, no.
15. Name something you can't wait to do:
Get this move over with.
16. Last time you saw your mom?
Five seconds ago.
17. What is one thing you wish you could change about yourself?
Only one thing? I would swap my body for Lonneke Engal's.
18. If you had $250,000, what would you do with it?
Pay off Student loans and get the fuck out of the country. Woo.
19. How long have you been at your current job?
........Starving student isn't a job.
20. Have you ever talked to Tom?
Nope.
21. Describe what color socks you are wearing.
I am not wearing socks. Socks are the devil.
22. Last thing you ate?
Ummm.... does a cup of coffee count as eating?
23. What's your favorite month?
May, because no one much likes May. And it's the only month I know for sure I can spell while intoxicated.
24. Your least favorite month?
March, everything is soggy and muddy and gross. Its not Winter, but its not yet Spring, it just makes me crazy and sad.
25. What's the last piece of clothing you've borrowed from anyone?
Hmm, Lessee, I "borrowed" Mom's old Navy Flippity Flops, but I have no intention of giving them back.
27. Most visited webpage?
hmm Myspace, or Questionable Content
28. Last person you text messaged?
Bryan
29. Last person to make you sad?
Bryan? I don't know, lately people piss me off, they don't make me sad... well Kadie makes me sad, but thats because I think about leaving and being alone in the wilderness and not having a coffee buddy anymore.... I suppose I just made myself sad. Again. I'm such a hoore.
30. Would you take a bullet for your best friend?
Without a doubt.
31. Favorite kind of drink?
.............Vodka. Though I'm really loving Berry Cream Dr. Pepper
32. Favorite food?
Tai or Mexican
33. Favorite dessert?
Death By Chocolate from Romeo's
34. Have you been to Europe?
Only in my dreams
35. If someone you hated died, what would you do?
Feel insanely guilty... well depending on the person. There are one or two that I've been able to detach myself from, like Emmett
36. What are your regrets?
I have so many... lately I've been looking at life through a rearview mirror, and at every turn I find myself wanting to change what I'm seeing. However, I fully accept this is an exercise in futility. You can't change the past, and other than losing three years of really getting to be a big sister to Katie, I don't have many. I've worked really hard to accept that there are some roads you just have to travel, mine have just been bumpy.
37. If you could tell someone something right now what would it be?
If I felt safe and healthy, and was reasonably sure this person felt the same way, I would tell them just how much they've come to mean to me and that somehow life just doesn't make sense without them. I don't know if this means I love this person or if I am just needy and co-dependant, I don't even know if I could tell you where I wanted it to go, but somehow I feel like they don't quite understand how important they are to me, how important they've always been. I guess the short version would be "I love you".
38. One thing that made you smile today?
I got a message from Dan, that was cool, made me feel special. Talked to the Auntie about the Wedding, oh oh! I talked to Lizzy-Bear and she reminded me she loveded me. That made me smile.
39. Do you like swimming?
I do.
40. Is there anyone on your top eight that you miss?
I miss most of them, at least the ones I know. Kirsten, Patti, Kadie, Katie, and Laura Foxy aka Sean Fuller.
No. Not because I don't still adore this person, but because there is too much bad blood in that sense for me to ever trust him again. Cheat on me once shame on you, cheat on me twice and you need to have your eye poked out... among other things.
2. What kind of shirt are you wearing?
Boatneck heather pink with a white tanktop underneath
3. Would you kiss anyone on your friends list?
Yes. Several of them actually.
4. Do you have a 'thing' for someone on your friends list?
I am not at liberty to comment on this.
5. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life?
Hmm..... let me count.... haha only like 17 out of 116
6. How many kids do you want to have?
What is "zero" Alex. Everyone thinks I'm lying when I say this, but it's so true. I used to think I wanted kids, but I know now that I am too fucked up to ever pass that on to another living human being. Talk about Cruel and Unusual punishment, sheesh. I have crazy on both sides of my family, and with my taste in relationships that'd be like having crazy coming from the poor kid on all sides. So not fair.
7. Do you have a good relationship with both of your parents?
It waxes and wanes with my Dad. When I am in a forgiving mood I love him and know he did the best he could for being a fucktard male, when I am angry and bitter and in the mood to hate someone, I just think he's a fucktard who loved my sisters more. My mother and I go the rounds, but at the core of it, she's always been there, always loved me, especially when I couldn't love myself. So I guess that means that we have a good relationship, I mean its something we have to work at, but its something that is worth working at.
8. What name would you want besides the one you have?
Nola, I have no idea why, except that right now I love that name. Actually, my mother wanted to name me Katherine Theresa, and I really like that name- but Dad stuck his foot down so I am just simply Sara- though I really think it fits. I can't see me being anything or anyone else (though when I was little I used to think if I'd been an Alexis I would have been thin and popular.)
10. What did you do for your last birthday?
Ok so this will sound really lame, especially since it was my 21st, but I had dinner with Mom and Jodie and then ran to Wal*Mart to buy Breakfast At Tiffany's- which they didn't have, which made me SAD.
11. What's your main ringtone on your phone?
The ring ring kind.
13. What were you doing two nights ago?
Umm I think I was talking to Nate, or maybe I was on the phone with Bryan? I can't remember. I was probably bitching about packing though.
14. Do you like having your hair pulled?
It depends on the context in which it is happening. Generally, no.
15. Name something you can't wait to do:
Get this move over with.
16. Last time you saw your mom?
Five seconds ago.
17. What is one thing you wish you could change about yourself?
Only one thing? I would swap my body for Lonneke Engal's.
18. If you had $250,000, what would you do with it?
Pay off Student loans and get the fuck out of the country. Woo.
19. How long have you been at your current job?
........Starving student isn't a job.
20. Have you ever talked to Tom?
Nope.
21. Describe what color socks you are wearing.
I am not wearing socks. Socks are the devil.
22. Last thing you ate?
Ummm.... does a cup of coffee count as eating?
23. What's your favorite month?
May, because no one much likes May. And it's the only month I know for sure I can spell while intoxicated.
24. Your least favorite month?
March, everything is soggy and muddy and gross. Its not Winter, but its not yet Spring, it just makes me crazy and sad.
25. What's the last piece of clothing you've borrowed from anyone?
Hmm, Lessee, I "borrowed" Mom's old Navy Flippity Flops, but I have no intention of giving them back.
27. Most visited webpage?
hmm Myspace, or Questionable Content
28. Last person you text messaged?
Bryan
29. Last person to make you sad?
Bryan? I don't know, lately people piss me off, they don't make me sad... well Kadie makes me sad, but thats because I think about leaving and being alone in the wilderness and not having a coffee buddy anymore.... I suppose I just made myself sad. Again. I'm such a hoore.
30. Would you take a bullet for your best friend?
Without a doubt.
31. Favorite kind of drink?
.............Vodka. Though I'm really loving Berry Cream Dr. Pepper
32. Favorite food?
Tai or Mexican
33. Favorite dessert?
Death By Chocolate from Romeo's
34. Have you been to Europe?
Only in my dreams
35. If someone you hated died, what would you do?
Feel insanely guilty... well depending on the person. There are one or two that I've been able to detach myself from, like Emmett
36. What are your regrets?
I have so many... lately I've been looking at life through a rearview mirror, and at every turn I find myself wanting to change what I'm seeing. However, I fully accept this is an exercise in futility. You can't change the past, and other than losing three years of really getting to be a big sister to Katie, I don't have many. I've worked really hard to accept that there are some roads you just have to travel, mine have just been bumpy.
37. If you could tell someone something right now what would it be?
If I felt safe and healthy, and was reasonably sure this person felt the same way, I would tell them just how much they've come to mean to me and that somehow life just doesn't make sense without them. I don't know if this means I love this person or if I am just needy and co-dependant, I don't even know if I could tell you where I wanted it to go, but somehow I feel like they don't quite understand how important they are to me, how important they've always been. I guess the short version would be "I love you".
38. One thing that made you smile today?
I got a message from Dan, that was cool, made me feel special. Talked to the Auntie about the Wedding, oh oh! I talked to Lizzy-Bear and she reminded me she loveded me. That made me smile.
39. Do you like swimming?
I do.
40. Is there anyone on your top eight that you miss?
I miss most of them, at least the ones I know. Kirsten, Patti, Kadie, Katie, and Laura Foxy aka Sean Fuller.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Queen of the MeMes :: Random Edition
The Opposite Gender
1. Guitar or Drum Player:
Guitar, accustic if at all possible. Gotta love the Folk Rock boys.
2. Skater or Surfer:
Neither? I'm more of a buddy-holly-glasses-wearing-nerd-boy sort of girl.
3. Brown or Blue Eyes:
Green
4. Blonde or Brunette:
Brunette
5. Brains or Looks (Be honest!):
Brians. You can be physically appealing without them, but that doesn't last. I have to be with someone I can really talk to about everything from music to film and books. The sexiest thing in the world, at least in my mind, is talking to someone who is completely dedicated to their craft and wants to share that with you.
Food
11. Hamburger or Hotdog:
Hamburger
12. Pie or Cake:
Neither
13. Apple or Banana:
Apple
14. Coke or Pepsi:
Dr. Pepper
15. Chicken or Beef:
Chicken
16. Oreos or Chips Ahoy:
Oreos
17. Pancakes or Waffles:
Pancakes from IHOP
18. Chocolate or Vanilla:
Swirl
19. Strawberry or Cherry:
Stawberry
20. Watermelon or Cantaloupe:
Cantaloupe
21. Potato salad or Macaroni Salad:
Potato
22. Wheat or White:
White
23. Tic Tacs or Candy:
Tic Tacs
24. Sausage or Bacon:
Bacon
25. Sour Cream and Onion or BBQ:
BBQ
Sports
26. Baseball or football:
Baseball
27. Swim or Track:
Swim
28. Tennis or Golf:
Golf (you get to drive those little carts FAST... at least thats how we play out here.)
29. Skiing or Sledding:
Sledding
30. Bicycling or Jogging:
Neither
Stores and Restaurants
31. McDonalds or Burger King:
Burger King
32. JC Penny's or Sears:
Sears
33. Walmart or Target:
Target
34. Trophy's or TGI Friday:
TGI Friday
Clothes
36. Pants or Shorts:
Pants
36. Zip-Up or Pull-Over Sweatshirt:
Zip-up
38. Dresses or Skirts:
Both depending on mood and occasion
39. Mittens or Gloves:
Gloves
40. Print or Solid:
Solid
Names
42. Jessica or Jennifer:
Jessica
43. Aaron or Erin:
Erin
44. Carie or Kari:
Carie
45. Todd or Tom:
Tom
46. Lynn or Lee:
Lynn
47. Sarah or Susie:
Sara (no H damnit. It took me months to train my friends)
48. Jack or John:
Jack
49. Lisa or Linda:
Lisa
50. Mike or Nick:
Mike
Music
51. Punk or Rock:
Rock
52. Pop or Alternative:
Alternative
53. Rap or Techno:
Techno
54. Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera:
Christina Aguilera
56. Korn or Staind:
Staind
57. Limp Bizkit or Linkn' Park:
Neither DEATH TO WHITE ROCK BOYS RAPPING
58. Guitar or Drums:
Guitar
59. Piano or Violin:
Piano
60. Ipod or Radio:
Ipod
Television
61. Dawson's Creek or 7th Heaven:
Hell to the no. Though when I was younger, 7th Heaven
62. Angel or Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
I hate them both, equally.
63. Law and Order or The Practice:
Law and Order
64. One Tree Hill or The OC:
I hate them both equally, Mischa Barton needs to eat a fucking sammich
65. Smallville or Charmed:
Smallville
Cinema
66. Bruce Willis or Bruce Lee:
Bruce Lee
67. Jennifer Love Hewitt or Neve Campbell:
They both seriously annoy me.
68. Aladdin or Lion King:
Lion King
69. Snow White or Sleeping Beauty:
Sleeping Beauty
70. Comedy or Drama:
Dramedy, or Dark Comedy.
71. Horror or Science Fiction:
Neither, they both put me to sleep
Computer/Video Games
76. AOL or MSN:
AOL
77. Dogpile or Google:
Google
78. Mac or PC:
I wish I had a Mac.
79. PS2 or N64:
PS2
80. Mario Brothers or Zelda:
Mario Brothers
School
81. Pen or Pencil:
Pencil most of the time
82. English or History:
Both. My dual minor actually is in American Lit and History
83. Math or Science:
Science
84. Home Economics or Woodshop:
Home Ec YEY for sewing and baking
85. Backpack or Messenger Bag:
Messenger Bag! Yey!
Animals
86. Cat or Dog:
Dog, big dog actually like Great Danes *glee*
87. Fish or Hamster:
Hamster
88. Tiger or Lion:
Tiger
89. Butterfly or Lady Bug:
Butterfly
90. Seals or Otters:
Seals
I am...
[x]Single
[ ] Taken
[ ] Happy
[x]mixed feelings
[x]like someone
[x] Sad
[x] Angry
[x] A meat-eater
[ ] A vegetarian
[ ] Crying
[x]Tired
[ ] Age 1 - 12
[ ] Age 13 - 19
[x] Age 20 - 30
[ ] Age 31 - 50
[ ] Age 51 - 80
[ ] Older than 80.
Currently I'm...
[x] Alone
[ ]with another person
[ ]with a group of people
[x]In pajamas
[ ] Naked
[x]Dressed comfortably
[ ]In my clothes from today
[x]Listening to music (Be Your Love by Rachael Yamagata)
[ ] Watching TV
[ ] Watching a movie
I own...
[x] A laptop
[x] A stereo
[ ] An MP3 player/iPod
[x] an inflatable chair
[x] A bean bag chair
[x]A lava lamp
[x] A black light
[x] An automobile (my cherry)
[x] musical instrument
[x]A CD player
[x] A CD burner
[x] A DVD burner
[x] Over 100 CDs
I have...
[x] Glasses
[ ] Contacts
[x] Pierced ear(s)
[ ] Other piercing(s)
[ ] Tattoo(s)
[x] Scars from accidental injuries
[x]Scars from other injuries
[ ] Missing teeth
[ ] A broken body part
I've physically met...
[x] A celebrity
[x]A poor person
[x] A rich person
[ ] The president
[x] Family I never knew existed
[x] Someone from another state
[x] Someone from another country
[x] Someone EXACTLY like me in personality
[ ] Someone EXACTLY like me in looks...
I have been...
[ ] Legally dead
[x] Engaged
[ ] Married
[ ] Divorced
[x] in a car accident
[ ] Arrested
[ ] Questioned by police
[x] In a police car (willingly)
[ ]In a police car (forced)
I have been called...
[x] A liar
[x] Crazy
[x] gothic
[x] Punk
[x]Depressed/Suicidal
[x] Preppy
[x] Hot
[ ] Anorexic
[ ] Ghetto
[ ] Jock
[x] Slut
[ ] skater
[xxxxxxxxxxxxx] Bitch (I wear this title with pride)
[ ] Stupid
[x] Freak
[x] Conceited
[x] Emo
[x] Scene
[x] Nerd
[ ]Retard
[x] Something other than these
[ ] None of the above
[ ] Suprisingly, nothing
All about me from A-Z
A - AVAILABLE?:
for Birthdays, Weddings, and Bar Mitzvahs
B - BEST SPORT?:
Vollyball
C - Crush?:
I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you
D - DOGS NAME?:
Lets see, there was Tina, Beau, and when I move up to Plush we will have Nola who will either really be called Lolo or Lala.
E - EASIEST PERSON(s) TO TALK TO?:
Nate, by far right now he is the only person I feel like I can be honest with about everything.
F - FAVORITE COLOR?:
Pink!
G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS?:
Gummy Bears
H- HOMESTATE?:
Iderho
I - INSTRUMENT?:
Guitar
J - JUICE?:
Sunny D
K- KIND OF MUSIC?:
I am a folk rock girl at heart but I listen to everything- except not the Black Eyed Peas anymore because it was the only thing that would play the entire six hour drive to Plush
L- LONGEST CAR RIDE?:
FUCKING YESTERDAY! I spent about 17 hours in the car on a trip that should have taken 12
M- MILK FLAVOR?:
Chocolatey goooodness
N- NUMBER OF SIBLINGS?:
3 half sisters only one of whom I'm claiming lately.
O- ONE WISH?:
To get this freaking move over with. My god.
P Phobia/Fears?:
being stranded, things that go bump in the night, right now my greatest fear are the possible repercussions of either choice I made about this move.
Q - FAVORITE QUOTE?:
They censor your work when they're scared of it - Kathy Acker
R- REASON TO SMILE?:
Milkyway Blended Lattes with Kadie, laughing at Nate, my black rimmed emo-glasses, babysittying Faith, Hope, and Grace
S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD?:
Allison Krauss - Baby, Now That I've Found You
T- TIME YOU WOKE UP TODAY:
11ish
U - UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME?:
Most of my undies are of the pink or black variety
V - FAVORITE VEGETABLE?:
Broccoli
W - WORST HABIT?:
My inability to tell my family where they can stick their "Good Intentions"
X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD?:
All over baby
Y - YUMMY FRUIT?:
Apples
z - SIGN?:
Aquarius
FACTS
[x] afraid of the quiet.
[x] I am really ticklish.
[x] I'm afraid of the dark
[x]I'm afraid of facing my back to open doors at night.
[ ] I believe in true love
[x] I've run away from home.
[ ] I collect comic books.
[x] I shut others out when I'm sad or mad
[x] I've stayed out all night.
[ ] I open up to others easily.
[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.
[x] sometimes when im bored I watch the news.
[x] I own over 5 rap CDs.
[-] love Disney movies. (SOME Disney Movies)
[x] I sometimes fall for pretty eyes.
[ ] I don't kill bugs.
[x] I curse once in a while.
[x] I curse too much
[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.
[x] I've slipped and fell in public
[ ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation.
[ ] I love Spam.
[x] I bake well.
[x] I have worn pajamas to class
[x] I have owned something from Abercrombie.
[x] I have talked on a phone for 3 hours
[ ] I love Dr. Phil
[x] I love someone
[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
[x] I love to laugh.
[ ] I drink alcohol on a regular basis.
[ ] I drink alcohol sometimes.
[x] I killed all the braincells with alcohol I desire to
[ ] I loved Lord of the Flies.
[x] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.
[ ] I can't swallow pills.
[x] I have a few scars.
[ ] I've been out of this country.
[x] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.
[x] I love chocolate.
[x] I love spaghetti
[x] I bite my nails.
[ ] I play computer games when I'm bored.
[x] I cry sometimes for no reason
Have you ever
[x] Gotten lost in a city.
[x] Seen a shooting star.
[x] Had a serious injury.
[x] Been so mad you've locked yourself in your room for the day
[x] Gone out in public in your pajamas.
[x] Have kissed a stranger.
[x] Hugged a stranger
[x] Been in a bloody fist fight with someone of the same sex.
[x] Been in a fist fight.
[ ] Been arrested.
[x] Laughed and had some type of beverage come out of your nose.
[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator
[x] Made out in an elevator.
[x] Swore at your parents.
[x] Kicked a guy where it hurts on purpose.
[ ] Been skydiving.
[ ] Been bungee jumping.
[x] Gotten stiches
[ ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
[x] Bitten someone.
[ ] Been to Niagara Falls.
[ ] Gotten the chicken pox twice.
[x] Crashed into a car.
[ ] Been to Japan.
[x] Ridden in a taxi.
[ ] Shoplifted
[ ] Been fired
[x] Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.
[ ] Stole something from your job.
1. Guitar or Drum Player:
Guitar, accustic if at all possible. Gotta love the Folk Rock boys.
2. Skater or Surfer:
Neither? I'm more of a buddy-holly-glasses-wearing-nerd-boy sort of girl.
3. Brown or Blue Eyes:
Green
4. Blonde or Brunette:
Brunette
5. Brains or Looks (Be honest!):
Brians. You can be physically appealing without them, but that doesn't last. I have to be with someone I can really talk to about everything from music to film and books. The sexiest thing in the world, at least in my mind, is talking to someone who is completely dedicated to their craft and wants to share that with you.
Food
11. Hamburger or Hotdog:
Hamburger
12. Pie or Cake:
Neither
13. Apple or Banana:
Apple
14. Coke or Pepsi:
Dr. Pepper
15. Chicken or Beef:
Chicken
16. Oreos or Chips Ahoy:
Oreos
17. Pancakes or Waffles:
Pancakes from IHOP
18. Chocolate or Vanilla:
Swirl
19. Strawberry or Cherry:
Stawberry
20. Watermelon or Cantaloupe:
Cantaloupe
21. Potato salad or Macaroni Salad:
Potato
22. Wheat or White:
White
23. Tic Tacs or Candy:
Tic Tacs
24. Sausage or Bacon:
Bacon
25. Sour Cream and Onion or BBQ:
BBQ
Sports
26. Baseball or football:
Baseball
27. Swim or Track:
Swim
28. Tennis or Golf:
Golf (you get to drive those little carts FAST... at least thats how we play out here.)
29. Skiing or Sledding:
Sledding
30. Bicycling or Jogging:
Neither
Stores and Restaurants
31. McDonalds or Burger King:
Burger King
32. JC Penny's or Sears:
Sears
33. Walmart or Target:
Target
34. Trophy's or TGI Friday:
TGI Friday
Clothes
36. Pants or Shorts:
Pants
36. Zip-Up or Pull-Over Sweatshirt:
Zip-up
38. Dresses or Skirts:
Both depending on mood and occasion
39. Mittens or Gloves:
Gloves
40. Print or Solid:
Solid
Names
42. Jessica or Jennifer:
Jessica
43. Aaron or Erin:
Erin
44. Carie or Kari:
Carie
45. Todd or Tom:
Tom
46. Lynn or Lee:
Lynn
47. Sarah or Susie:
Sara (no H damnit. It took me months to train my friends)
48. Jack or John:
Jack
49. Lisa or Linda:
Lisa
50. Mike or Nick:
Mike
Music
51. Punk or Rock:
Rock
52. Pop or Alternative:
Alternative
53. Rap or Techno:
Techno
54. Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera:
Christina Aguilera
56. Korn or Staind:
Staind
57. Limp Bizkit or Linkn' Park:
Neither DEATH TO WHITE ROCK BOYS RAPPING
58. Guitar or Drums:
Guitar
59. Piano or Violin:
Piano
60. Ipod or Radio:
Ipod
Television
61. Dawson's Creek or 7th Heaven:
Hell to the no. Though when I was younger, 7th Heaven
62. Angel or Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
I hate them both, equally.
63. Law and Order or The Practice:
Law and Order
64. One Tree Hill or The OC:
I hate them both equally, Mischa Barton needs to eat a fucking sammich
65. Smallville or Charmed:
Smallville
Cinema
66. Bruce Willis or Bruce Lee:
Bruce Lee
67. Jennifer Love Hewitt or Neve Campbell:
They both seriously annoy me.
68. Aladdin or Lion King:
Lion King
69. Snow White or Sleeping Beauty:
Sleeping Beauty
70. Comedy or Drama:
Dramedy, or Dark Comedy.
71. Horror or Science Fiction:
Neither, they both put me to sleep
Computer/Video Games
76. AOL or MSN:
AOL
77. Dogpile or Google:
78. Mac or PC:
I wish I had a Mac.
79. PS2 or N64:
PS2
80. Mario Brothers or Zelda:
Mario Brothers
School
81. Pen or Pencil:
Pencil most of the time
82. English or History:
Both. My dual minor actually is in American Lit and History
83. Math or Science:
Science
84. Home Economics or Woodshop:
Home Ec YEY for sewing and baking
85. Backpack or Messenger Bag:
Messenger Bag! Yey!
Animals
86. Cat or Dog:
Dog, big dog actually like Great Danes *glee*
87. Fish or Hamster:
Hamster
88. Tiger or Lion:
Tiger
89. Butterfly or Lady Bug:
Butterfly
90. Seals or Otters:
Seals
I am...
[x]Single
[ ] Taken
[ ] Happy
[x]mixed feelings
[x]like someone
[x] Sad
[x] Angry
[x] A meat-eater
[ ] A vegetarian
[ ] Crying
[x]Tired
[ ] Age 1 - 12
[ ] Age 13 - 19
[x] Age 20 - 30
[ ] Age 31 - 50
[ ] Age 51 - 80
[ ] Older than 80.
Currently I'm...
[x] Alone
[ ]with another person
[ ]with a group of people
[x]In pajamas
[ ] Naked
[x]Dressed comfortably
[ ]In my clothes from today
[x]Listening to music (Be Your Love by Rachael Yamagata)
[ ] Watching TV
[ ] Watching a movie
I own...
[x] A laptop
[x] A stereo
[ ] An MP3 player/iPod
[x] an inflatable chair
[x] A bean bag chair
[x]A lava lamp
[x] A black light
[x] An automobile (my cherry)
[x] musical instrument
[x]A CD player
[x] A CD burner
[x] A DVD burner
[x] Over 100 CDs
I have...
[x] Glasses
[ ] Contacts
[x] Pierced ear(s)
[ ] Other piercing(s)
[ ] Tattoo(s)
[x] Scars from accidental injuries
[x]Scars from other injuries
[ ] Missing teeth
[ ] A broken body part
I've physically met...
[x] A celebrity
[x]A poor person
[x] A rich person
[ ] The president
[x] Family I never knew existed
[x] Someone from another state
[x] Someone from another country
[x] Someone EXACTLY like me in personality
[ ] Someone EXACTLY like me in looks...
I have been...
[ ] Legally dead
[x] Engaged
[ ] Married
[ ] Divorced
[x] in a car accident
[ ] Arrested
[ ] Questioned by police
[x] In a police car (willingly)
[ ]In a police car (forced)
I have been called...
[x] A liar
[x] Crazy
[x] gothic
[x] Punk
[x]Depressed/Suicidal
[x] Preppy
[x] Hot
[ ] Anorexic
[ ] Ghetto
[ ] Jock
[x] Slut
[ ] skater
[xxxxxxxxxxxxx] Bitch (I wear this title with pride)
[ ] Stupid
[x] Freak
[x] Conceited
[x] Emo
[x] Scene
[x] Nerd
[ ]Retard
[x] Something other than these
[ ] None of the above
[ ] Suprisingly, nothing
All about me from A-Z
A - AVAILABLE?:
for Birthdays, Weddings, and Bar Mitzvahs
B - BEST SPORT?:
Vollyball
C - Crush?:
I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you
D - DOGS NAME?:
Lets see, there was Tina, Beau, and when I move up to Plush we will have Nola who will either really be called Lolo or Lala.
E - EASIEST PERSON(s) TO TALK TO?:
Nate, by far right now he is the only person I feel like I can be honest with about everything.
F - FAVORITE COLOR?:
Pink!
G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS?:
Gummy Bears
H- HOMESTATE?:
Iderho
I - INSTRUMENT?:
Guitar
J - JUICE?:
Sunny D
K- KIND OF MUSIC?:
I am a folk rock girl at heart but I listen to everything- except not the Black Eyed Peas anymore because it was the only thing that would play the entire six hour drive to Plush
L- LONGEST CAR RIDE?:
FUCKING YESTERDAY! I spent about 17 hours in the car on a trip that should have taken 12
M- MILK FLAVOR?:
Chocolatey goooodness
N- NUMBER OF SIBLINGS?:
3 half sisters only one of whom I'm claiming lately.
O- ONE WISH?:
To get this freaking move over with. My god.
P Phobia/Fears?:
being stranded, things that go bump in the night, right now my greatest fear are the possible repercussions of either choice I made about this move.
Q - FAVORITE QUOTE?:
They censor your work when they're scared of it - Kathy Acker
R- REASON TO SMILE?:
Milkyway Blended Lattes with Kadie, laughing at Nate, my black rimmed emo-glasses, babysittying Faith, Hope, and Grace
S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD?:
Allison Krauss - Baby, Now That I've Found You
T- TIME YOU WOKE UP TODAY:
11ish
U - UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME?:
Most of my undies are of the pink or black variety
V - FAVORITE VEGETABLE?:
Broccoli
W - WORST HABIT?:
My inability to tell my family where they can stick their "Good Intentions"
X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD?:
All over baby
Y - YUMMY FRUIT?:
Apples
z - SIGN?:
Aquarius
FACTS
[x] afraid of the quiet.
[x] I am really ticklish.
[x] I'm afraid of the dark
[x]I'm afraid of facing my back to open doors at night.
[ ] I believe in true love
[x] I've run away from home.
[ ] I collect comic books.
[x] I shut others out when I'm sad or mad
[x] I've stayed out all night.
[ ] I open up to others easily.
[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.
[x] sometimes when im bored I watch the news.
[x] I own over 5 rap CDs.
[-] love Disney movies. (SOME Disney Movies)
[x] I sometimes fall for pretty eyes.
[ ] I don't kill bugs.
[x] I curse once in a while.
[x] I curse too much
[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.
[x] I've slipped and fell in public
[ ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation.
[ ] I love Spam.
[x] I bake well.
[x] I have worn pajamas to class
[x] I have owned something from Abercrombie.
[x] I have talked on a phone for 3 hours
[ ] I love Dr. Phil
[x] I love someone
[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
[x] I love to laugh.
[ ] I drink alcohol on a regular basis.
[ ] I drink alcohol sometimes.
[x] I killed all the braincells with alcohol I desire to
[ ] I loved Lord of the Flies.
[x] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.
[ ] I can't swallow pills.
[x] I have a few scars.
[ ] I've been out of this country.
[x] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.
[x] I love chocolate.
[x] I love spaghetti
[x] I bite my nails.
[ ] I play computer games when I'm bored.
[x] I cry sometimes for no reason
Have you ever
[x] Gotten lost in a city.
[x] Seen a shooting star.
[x] Had a serious injury.
[x] Been so mad you've locked yourself in your room for the day
[x] Gone out in public in your pajamas.
[x] Have kissed a stranger.
[x] Hugged a stranger
[x] Been in a bloody fist fight with someone of the same sex.
[x] Been in a fist fight.
[ ] Been arrested.
[x] Laughed and had some type of beverage come out of your nose.
[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator
[x] Made out in an elevator.
[x] Swore at your parents.
[x] Kicked a guy where it hurts on purpose.
[ ] Been skydiving.
[ ] Been bungee jumping.
[x] Gotten stiches
[ ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
[x] Bitten someone.
[ ] Been to Niagara Falls.
[ ] Gotten the chicken pox twice.
[x] Crashed into a car.
[ ] Been to Japan.
[x] Ridden in a taxi.
[ ] Shoplifted
[ ] Been fired
[x] Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.
[ ] Stole something from your job.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Well that was pointless.
I want a cigarette, and a remote like Adam Sandler has in Click (which, by the way, looks like they single stupidest movie he's ever done and that includes Little Nicky). I want to fast forward through this summer. I am tired of packing and gathering and going through things. You would not believe the amount of shit one can accumlate in five years of living in a place. It's blown my mind- and a lot of my shit was still packed from a year ago when I moved out of my dorm room. God that makes me sad.
Kadie never called me yesterday. I don't know if I should be annoyed or worried. I'm leaning towards annoyed, simply because I cleared my day up for her- but whatever. I don't care. Well I do but I don't. I think right now I am really just.... tired. I'm not sleeping right so everything seems to drag on forever. It was four before I got to bed this morning- after acting like a complete girl when talking to Nate. I really annoy myself sometimes. Like he offered to stay up and talk if I needed him to, but, being who I am, I can't ask for that. I expected him to read between the lines and say "Wow, Sara, you seem really upset, talk to me"- which is so selfish and pointless. How can he know if I don't tell him- or anyone for that matter. I don't have girl tendancies often but when I do I annoy even myself. Ugh.
Kadie never called me yesterday. I don't know if I should be annoyed or worried. I'm leaning towards annoyed, simply because I cleared my day up for her- but whatever. I don't care. Well I do but I don't. I think right now I am really just.... tired. I'm not sleeping right so everything seems to drag on forever. It was four before I got to bed this morning- after acting like a complete girl when talking to Nate. I really annoy myself sometimes. Like he offered to stay up and talk if I needed him to, but, being who I am, I can't ask for that. I expected him to read between the lines and say "Wow, Sara, you seem really upset, talk to me"- which is so selfish and pointless. How can he know if I don't tell him- or anyone for that matter. I don't have girl tendancies often but when I do I annoy even myself. Ugh.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Ramble Ramble
I feel like I am dying. Good Lord. I've only really been back in the Valley about a week and already my allergies are threatening to do me in, My eyes are puffy and my nose is all sniff-a-ly. Nothing really helps to combat this so I've taken to lying in bed and bemoaning my fate. Surprisingly while we were in Plush my allergies vanished in favor of nasty heat related headaches. I don't know if you know this, but fat girls don't do well in triple digit heat. We sort of wilt. It was equally hard to feel that way while babysitting my cousin's kids. Don't get me wrong, I love the rugrats to bits, but when it's a hundred degrees outside cuddling is the last thing on my mind. I was so miserable the last two days we were there, if Johnny Depp had wanted me to snuggle him I'd have told him to go jump in the river. However, you can't say that to a four year old, they're a bit more sensitive. Which would explain why the hell I ended up taking a nap in the middle of the day with two sweaty girls and not having any fun at all.
I will say this though, the whole trip was worth it to be there for my cousin Harmony's birthday, not because I love her (though I do), but because she went to the doctor that day and he told her, my perfectly beautiful-always-better-than-me cousin that she was "just a hair shy" of obese. This might sound very vindictive of me, but I've lived in the shadow of this woman most of my life. She was beautiful, and talented, and smart, and just all of these things that even when I was a little girl I never felt like I would be. Now it should be noted that she is't really a hair shy of obese. She isn't skinny, and she probably isn't even the weight she'd like to be, but she's had three kids and is thirty-one. She's nearly six feet tall and half her weight is in her hair- but it was nice to see that even Perfect Harmony is fallible.
Really it was never just Harmony whose shadow I lived in, I've always felt small compared to my Aunt Sue's kids. Rocky, even when he was a kid, was sort of that brooding hot-boy and a baseball star. Charity was, while short and stumpy with slightly awkward hair, also frighteningly brilliant, she's one of those people who never had to put any effort into anything she did for it to come out flawlessly. Then there was Riley, who when we were growing up was one of my best friends. He was the little redheaded child and only a few months older so we were raised practically like brother and sister the first four years of our lives. I was the dramatic one, everything was always so big and over the top, Auntie Sue swore that I was born for Broadway. He was the slightly sullen sensitive one, but of course that couldn't last living with Rocky. He was always smart though too, he read first, got better grades, was exceedingly popular, quarterback of the football team, class president and now he's finished his AA before I have and is marrying his high school sweetheart in August.
I know, now that we're all adults, that things like that shouldn't bother me, I know that I had my own struggles to face and deal with and my own path to follow. I know all of that, but sometimes it's really hard to hold onto the idea that I am just as good as they are. It's quite frustrating to know that he got his AA before I finished mine simply because he started a term after I did- even though he started in the term I had to take off to take care of Mom after her hysterectomy. I just... I don't know.. I feel like they're all lovely and grownup and I'm still trying to find my way. I can't ever say, even when I was engaged, that I've seriously thought about settling down and getting married. I mean, sure Ken and I said we were getting married, and if the relationship had lasted I might have gotten past the fear of "how the hell do we manage this?", but it was never serious. We couldn't even agree on whether or not it would have just been better to elope.. or rather I wanted to elope and he wanted a big wedding with both of our families and place settings and five groomsmen. At that point in my life I didn't think I had five girls I wanted for Bridesmaids. Actually, at this point I'm not sure I do, and there was all the problem of who to invite from my family- as my Dad's side is about as hillbilly as you can get and his family is European.
Honesty, at this point in my life, I can't see getting married anyway. We've just turned twenty-one. He's been with one girl his whole life, and... I just don't get it. I know that we were raised very differently, other than the fact that I was raised just by my mom and Gran, he was raised in the church and I was raised to think for myself- mostly. He came from a big family, I was an only child... but I just don't understand how anyone can be happy with.... that life. I mean I know somewhere deep down I probably want a family and kids, but right now I know I am way too screwed up to be in a healthy committed relationship.
Actually I had an argument with Christy about that the other night. She says I'm being neigitive about myself again. I, personally, don't see it that way. I think I'm being a realist. Right now I am fucked in the head, I have all of this old issues from Bryan and Clare and Shaun, not to mention what my family has put me through, and my own psychosis about who and what I am. I could never function in a relationship. I could never... be secure if what I have because I'd spend most of my time thinking I didn't deserve it. Until I get my head on right pursuing relationships is so pointless. I would end up hurting someone or being hurt again and right now... is just not the time for it. I mean there is someone I'm kind of interested in, ok really interested in- but he's been a close friend for a really long time and our lives are just on different wavelengths now. I'm packing up my life and moving six hours away for goodness sake. Then there is the whole issue of whether or not he's into me and if he is then there must be something wrong with him because we've pretty much determined only psychos ever find me attractive...
You know I started this as a little update in which I would mention the fact Kadie and I are going to the movies this afternoon, but I've ended up on a whole other tangent. I get side tracked very easily. Anyway, I should finish doing my hair and finding clothes that look cute- since Kadie always looks cute and I feel like I have to try and at least seem like I can keep up. Erf. Anyway. I'm done rambling now.
I will say this though, the whole trip was worth it to be there for my cousin Harmony's birthday, not because I love her (though I do), but because she went to the doctor that day and he told her, my perfectly beautiful-always-better-than-me cousin that she was "just a hair shy" of obese. This might sound very vindictive of me, but I've lived in the shadow of this woman most of my life. She was beautiful, and talented, and smart, and just all of these things that even when I was a little girl I never felt like I would be. Now it should be noted that she is't really a hair shy of obese. She isn't skinny, and she probably isn't even the weight she'd like to be, but she's had three kids and is thirty-one. She's nearly six feet tall and half her weight is in her hair- but it was nice to see that even Perfect Harmony is fallible.
Really it was never just Harmony whose shadow I lived in, I've always felt small compared to my Aunt Sue's kids. Rocky, even when he was a kid, was sort of that brooding hot-boy and a baseball star. Charity was, while short and stumpy with slightly awkward hair, also frighteningly brilliant, she's one of those people who never had to put any effort into anything she did for it to come out flawlessly. Then there was Riley, who when we were growing up was one of my best friends. He was the little redheaded child and only a few months older so we were raised practically like brother and sister the first four years of our lives. I was the dramatic one, everything was always so big and over the top, Auntie Sue swore that I was born for Broadway. He was the slightly sullen sensitive one, but of course that couldn't last living with Rocky. He was always smart though too, he read first, got better grades, was exceedingly popular, quarterback of the football team, class president and now he's finished his AA before I have and is marrying his high school sweetheart in August.
I know, now that we're all adults, that things like that shouldn't bother me, I know that I had my own struggles to face and deal with and my own path to follow. I know all of that, but sometimes it's really hard to hold onto the idea that I am just as good as they are. It's quite frustrating to know that he got his AA before I finished mine simply because he started a term after I did- even though he started in the term I had to take off to take care of Mom after her hysterectomy. I just... I don't know.. I feel like they're all lovely and grownup and I'm still trying to find my way. I can't ever say, even when I was engaged, that I've seriously thought about settling down and getting married. I mean, sure Ken and I said we were getting married, and if the relationship had lasted I might have gotten past the fear of "how the hell do we manage this?", but it was never serious. We couldn't even agree on whether or not it would have just been better to elope.. or rather I wanted to elope and he wanted a big wedding with both of our families and place settings and five groomsmen. At that point in my life I didn't think I had five girls I wanted for Bridesmaids. Actually, at this point I'm not sure I do, and there was all the problem of who to invite from my family- as my Dad's side is about as hillbilly as you can get and his family is European.
Honesty, at this point in my life, I can't see getting married anyway. We've just turned twenty-one. He's been with one girl his whole life, and... I just don't get it. I know that we were raised very differently, other than the fact that I was raised just by my mom and Gran, he was raised in the church and I was raised to think for myself- mostly. He came from a big family, I was an only child... but I just don't understand how anyone can be happy with.... that life. I mean I know somewhere deep down I probably want a family and kids, but right now I know I am way too screwed up to be in a healthy committed relationship.
Actually I had an argument with Christy about that the other night. She says I'm being neigitive about myself again. I, personally, don't see it that way. I think I'm being a realist. Right now I am fucked in the head, I have all of this old issues from Bryan and Clare and Shaun, not to mention what my family has put me through, and my own psychosis about who and what I am. I could never function in a relationship. I could never... be secure if what I have because I'd spend most of my time thinking I didn't deserve it. Until I get my head on right pursuing relationships is so pointless. I would end up hurting someone or being hurt again and right now... is just not the time for it. I mean there is someone I'm kind of interested in, ok really interested in- but he's been a close friend for a really long time and our lives are just on different wavelengths now. I'm packing up my life and moving six hours away for goodness sake. Then there is the whole issue of whether or not he's into me and if he is then there must be something wrong with him because we've pretty much determined only psychos ever find me attractive...
You know I started this as a little update in which I would mention the fact Kadie and I are going to the movies this afternoon, but I've ended up on a whole other tangent. I get side tracked very easily. Anyway, I should finish doing my hair and finding clothes that look cute- since Kadie always looks cute and I feel like I have to try and at least seem like I can keep up. Erf. Anyway. I'm done rambling now.
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