Another Installment of Awkward Lifelessons by Sarah

SO!


There I was, (in my dream) in the middle of some sort of fair. I am walking around, carrying this vaccum, which turned itself on and off without rhyme or reason. It wasn't even plugged in! But I digress.



It is in this fair, with this vaccuum that I run into our dear friend Jason, who it seems, is talking to himself. All of the sudden, POOF!
It's ALPHIE!!

He is talking to Alphie, and saying "Dude, I cannot believe my brother. Did you hear he's a male cheerleader now? What a girl." Alphie replies "Wow. That is the craziest thing I have ever heard." He then starts jumping around, doing round-offs, backhand-springs and the like. While he is doing this, his clothes transform into a Male Cheerleading outfit.



I am just standing there with "WTF?!" plainly written on my forehead.



Next! Jordan POOFS into focus, also in full cheerleading uniform. Only, unlike Alphie, he isn't in the MALE outfit. He looks at Jason mid-cheer, and says 'Ugh. Jason, you should know that this is YELL leading. Uh-duuuh.'



It is then that I awaken.



A few hours later, I call Jason to regail this bizarre story. He- mid laughter- hands the phone to someone else.



And who else could it be other than Jordan?



Yeah. So then I have to tell Jordan about how I had a dream and he was in a skirt. >.<

Awkward.
 
 
the moral of this story?
the life lesson?
 
do not tell boys that you had a dream about them in a skirt. it just doesnt bode well.

know what the best part is?

 you can be screaming so hard you cant even hear yourself,

crying so hard your throat burns,

trying so hard to let them understand you,

still. as soon as humanly possible,

they change the subject and pretend nothing happened,

and for all you know, maybe nothing ever did.




yeah. parents rock.


[on the posting page for this, i saw an ad for 'bipolar disability: can't work because of your bipolar disposition?' ...the irony of that stings a little.]

Thanksgiving

as i was just telling a friend of mine via facebook,

this is a hard holiday for me..

it's hard for me to forget some aspects of Thanksgiving that we as Americans tend to overlook...

the smallpox we gave the Natives, the land we stole from them...


HOWEVER,

Before these things happened, there was a meal that was shared between Settlers and Native Americans,
where they brought together and shared all that they had,
to feed themselves to last the winter.


Thanksgiving isn't just hard for me because of the hypocricy, it's also because for the last 15 years I have celebrated Thanksgiving, I have never truly had something to be thankful for...

but this past year has possibly been the most difficult since I was 12.

and today,
for I think, the first time EVER,
I am thoroughly grateful for what I have.

I have a roof over my head,
food on my table,
and a loving family.


Honestly, how we've been able to keep up with the house payments, I have NO idea.
But we did,
and that's all that matters.

Insanity.

thats what this weekend was...

insanity.






















i LOVE being so busy,




doing so many different things,
with so many different friends.



i mean,




*friday with the techies @ universal (lauren shelly charlesice taylor chad breeany bradley yeti TIM tyler) ,

"CRAP kathy! why'd you have to be such a DOUSED?! ugh, getting us all DOUCHED with water!?!"

:D




*saturday was a tech day and hung out with charlesice, then a sleepover at yvettes with allie kayla and the chicken whisperer,

"waiitt... i have a question... were you speaking in english... or chicken?"

*sunday church and bible study with kim ash and ms linda, then movies with kim ash sleeper and schroeter.

"Yeaahh. we're gonna talk about vaginas."

heyyyy-zeus.










i wish every weekend could leave me so exhausted.




:D










i love feeling this way...
you know, happy?
...joyful even?










its nice...










and its been WAAAYY too long...

quotable quotes for today

"Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one." - Oscar Wilde

"Whether people grow fat by joking, or whether there is something in fat itself that predisposes to a joke, I have never been able to determine; but certain it is, that a lean joker is 'rara avis in terris'. " - Edgar Allen Poe

"C'mon Steve! We've got some DIEM to CARPE!" - Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs

you know, you really dont ever cry when you're sad.

you cry because you're frustrated.

because something, for some reason,

didnt go how you wanted, or as planned.




tomorrow, i have my PSAT.

and as of now, 11:22pm, i have no feesible ride to school.

i HATE that we live in indio now. i used to be less than 2 min away.

but now?

ugh.

i dont HAVE to take it this year, i know,


but i want to take it this year so i can have a good idea of what i need to improve on so NEXT year i can be entered for the Nat'l Merit Scholar such.



and i already paid the $20... which is pretty freaking expensive in my house lately.
 
grr. the van is in the shop, so we only have dad's 4 seater to take ALL 6 of us to our respective destinations; rancho mirage, andulusia, PDMS, Washington Charter, and liz to day care.




i just so happen to be the ONLY one in la quinta. >.<



and hahah
 i really only know ONE person who it wouldnt be out of their way to drive me to school too much, but, "mornings are difficult"

i hate people.

no, thats not true,
 
i hate the stupid choices people make,
 
the dumb things they say,
 
the dumb things they do.
 
but, people, are awesome too.
 
i love my friend roxie,
 
trying to make me feel all better(:
 
hahha
 
i just need a ride!!! GAHHH!
 
 

sooo, just one of those times when

when i really SHOULD be doing the english project due 3rd period tomorrow??

but nope(:

i found this:

because you know what?
there probably IS an app for that.


Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

KIMKIM the laughing chinese man

are you happy now??

HMMMM???


hahah thanks for reminding me to blog some more...

i've been meaning to... and i LOVE the way it feels.
ahaha

h-h-hey kim!

you got a boyfres?
...you got a best fres?

oh, and before i forget,
OH WEY OH!

going to the ball

so, i'm reading a book to my little sister Lizzie.

its about a princess, who cannot find a gown suitable for the grand ball she is attending.
she finds a gown, and goes to the ball, meets a handsome prince, and they live happily ever after.
its pretty basic stuff.

my little sister, took this story to heart.
before i even finishing saying 'THE END" and closing the book dramaticaly,
she leaps off my lap,
and runs down the hall.
'i gotta get ya-gown!'

she comes back 5 minutes later in her 'night'gown.
she says 'bye say-wah! i going to da ball!'
"ok liz! i'll see ya later!"

she walks into the backyard,
and comes back 3 minutes later,
with a ball.

i was so freaking proud.

:)

this year

i'm going to try out for the LQ soccer team.
i'm going to audition for the fall show
annnnnnddd
i'm going to raise the money to go to LONDON.


yep.
its gonna be awesome.

my monologue of choice?
its called "A Broken Home, and a Broken Heart"

“I don't think my wounds will ever heal. (Looks up) I have plenty of them. On the outside, AND the inside. I never really knew her, yet I loved her. My mother never loved me back, though. I adored my father too. Unlike my mother, he was always around. It seemed like he always had time for me. Mother was always away, burying herself in work or out with some guy. My father knew about these strange men, but loved my mother far too much to do anything about it.


Sometimes Mother brought them over when she knows Father won't be home. She must have had hundreds of them. I knew she was unfaithful, and yet, I could not help but admire her. Her beautiful golden curls were soft and silky to touch. Her face, perfectly symmetrical. She was forever confident, forever decisive. I wish I were more like her. (Tears roll down Tara's cheeks) But now, all I have left to admire are her old photographs, all with a different guy in them. I think Father is going crazy. He can't stand the thought of life without her. He says he's going to commit suicide. I know he won't go without me, though. I understand how he feels. It was so horrible.

But the last one… he was so scary, with his tattoos and piercings. I think Mother was secretly afraid of him. If you had seen him, you would've been terrified too. He always beat her, always shouted at her. He threatened to kill her if she ever dared leave him. I always hid in my room when that man came over. He didn't know about me and Father. Mother didn't tell him. She never tells any of them. That day, she brought him home and he saw us, Father and I. (Dramatic Pause) He found Dad’s baseball bat...

(Eyes flaring, angry and defensive, fists balled, jaw clenched) (Hisses) You think Mother is an idiot. You think Father should have left her ages ago. (Screams madly) I just KNEW it! Everyone says that! None of you get it! She was the greatest mother in the world! And the most beautiful by far! You're all just jealous! (Tara's voice suddenly drops to a whisper) You're all just jealous... “

yep.
i'm pretty stoked(:

SCHOOL.

is school.


soo, lets start this little narrative with some background shall we?

its the saturday before the monday of school.
2 days to D-day,
when i had an essay, 25+ questions, 20 defined emblematic passages, a set of 68 literature terms to define, and a book to finish.

so my dear friend allie comes over, and we pull an allnighter.
we go to church sunday, get some frozen yogurt,

then come back, and pull a 2nd allnighter.

we finish our work,

and head to school, 48 hours without sleep(:

then after we recieve our schedules, we head to class.

my schedule looks like this

1 World History HP

2 Chemistry HP

3 English II HP

4 Advanced Algebra HP

5 French III

6 Stage Productions II

allie and i have english together! woo!

hahaha, which is why i chose not to turn in my emblematic passages,

they were a tad too similar...

the first week was pretty boring.
the second week, it got interesting.

WEDNESDAY at lunch,
it was 'Stoner Corner' day with Allie(:
(aka, we sit inside one of the quads and people watch)

and, on our way to walking over to our little corner,
some guy cuts me off,
and nearly trips me.

i respond in typical sarah fashion
"oh YOU'RE cool."

and get this,
he turns around,
checks me out,
and smiles.

WTF?
i cannot even begin to understand boys.
they make no sense.

its funny,

that every few months, i post a blog saying "OMG its been forever!!!"

haha, its only been a few months...

still, these particular months, end of july, all of august and beginning of september,

have been pretty big for me.

i can't quite pin any precise moment, but, i think we'll start with end of july.

july 25th - 31st.
younglife camp in 'lost canyon' arizona.

suuuuccccchhhh good times(:

there was alphie dressing up like a cholo when he was supposed to be 80s punk.
(he then proceded to steal a butter knife from the dinner table, and shanking people (shallowly of course), kicking me in the shins, and pushing me down the stairs)

there was amazing rapping along with all the skits...
i wonder how many i actually remember...




there was the sleeping bag fight(:
i'm in the blue bag,

jesus. that girl was a BEAST. i was doing fine until i dropped my helmet. ahahah

um, there was also MELVIN.

the dumpstahs

Con Y(teh da)A(teh da)-West, and Lil Wayne

OH! and the mud fight!!

oh my goodness. sooooo good.

there is WAY too much to talk about YL camp though.

i guess you'll have to ask me specifically.

july- beginning august,

was babysitting.

lots and lots of babysitting

of my own siblings.

monday -friday,

8am- 5pm.

and i have YET to be paid.

dad still doesnt have a job persay,
he is, as he puts it,
"reluctantly self employed"

august,
5th - went to Korea Town with Lauren, Cody and Michael to see Blue October and Switchfoot; which was AMAZING.

but for a week,

the 17th -21st i think,

i went up to Alpine Christian Conference Center,

and was a jr counselor of 7 amazing girls.

that week, was probably the highlight of my summer.

i met amazing new friends,

haha cliched as it was, i discovered things i didnt even know about myself.

truth be told?

this summer really went out with a bang.

a good one too(:

a quick rant on the cliched topics or high school and being yourself

i was texting with my friend michael,

and i think i've got it pegged why i didnt/ don't seem like a freshman...

i just don't GET high school.

we all are trying to be independent.

trying to be unique...

but ALL of us, are falling into the same cookie cutout.

only a few, out of all the people in my life are actually, GENUINELY their OWN persons.

do you even know what that means?

no it doesnt mean only listening to indie music so that you dont listen to what everyone else is,

its not dying your hair fuscia because you want to stand out.

being YOURSELF doesn't take any extra effort.

in fact- (in my opinion) its easier.

drop your guards.

leave your hesitations.

go as you are.

now, im not bashing indie music or pink hair.

they're both pretty awesome.and you know what? i dont hate you for being a stereotype or w/e.

and i know some of you may come back with fingers pointing at me, but for right now, i'm being myself. its kinda my new life motto.

but i need you to understand that WHO YOU ARE will not EVER , i repeat, EVER be determined by your hair color, or what type of music you listen to, or what church you go to, what color tshirt you wear, what stores you shop at, et cetera et cetera.

i dont care what ANYONE says.if someone's judging you based on hair color or music preference? oh COME ON.

The whole damn world is just as obsessed

with who‘s the best dressed and who's
having sex.

who's in the club and who's on the drugs.

who's throwin up before
they digest.

who‘s got the money. who gets the honeys.

who‘s kinda cute and who‘s
just a mess.

and you still WON'T have the right look,

you won't have the right
friends,

nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends,

High School
Never Ends...

because you know what?

you are YOU.

dont fuck that up by trying to be someone else.

theiving mongrels...

so my mom, emily and i go see the Proposal at the River, we left the house at 7:30pm, and all the neighbors were outside until after 8:30pm, and we got home at 10:30pm.

in that time, some creeps broke into our house, stole my mom's laptop (with all our pictures of the last 8 years), the brand new digital camera, the plasma tv we had gotten from my mom's work (we hadn't even set it all up yet.), all mom's good jewelry, and to be honest? my sense of security.

i was home alone ALL day yesterday.

but we're all ok, and we have amazing home owners insurance...

i just feel like... i dont even know.

i walked into the house last night, walked down the hall, thought it was wierd that all the doors were shut... and that all the lights were off. i walked into the living room, and i thought i had turned the tv off...

then my mom yells "sarah michelle! why did you go through my jewelry?"
i yell back "i didn't"
she yells "why did you go through my jewelry?"
i yell "i DIDN'T."
she announces "we've been robbed"

i walk a little further into the kitchen and see the door leading into the garage from the laundry room is being held open by a -god, i dont even remember what its called- a jack?

i dont know...

so we called my dad, who's in riverside, and 911, and then i called my big burly manfriend roger... who was amazing and stayed the night.because it was just my mom and me.

well... im home alone again for a little while.

i generally dont ask. but pray for me and peace of mind?

we're all ok. thats the important thing.

ugggghhh....we need a dog.
a gigantic scary looking dog.
(who's also fun to play with...)
idk. i need to talk to somebody i think. :/

SUMMER!

has arrived!! ahaha, its gonna be a good one... I can feel it haha.

sooooo.... lets see... so far, since I got out June 12th, Allie spent the night friday, then after we took her home saturday, I went to Lauren's to help her get ready for her boyfriends surprise 18th party at the LQ park. Which was also, super super fun LOL. we went ice blocking when it was pitch black outside hahaha...


then monday Dani had a pool party at her house, also uber fun....

but unfortunately, Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays i have to babysit The Boy, The Girl and the The Gremlin from 8am to 5pm... ICK.

but im getting paid, so that means i get to go to camp!! woohoo!!!!!!


but tonight is a pool party at kim clarke's..... sooooooooooo .... i need to finish chores!

GEEZ.

its been FOR-FREAKING-EVER huh??

hahaha, well... not much has changed...

umm... **looks at last blog entry** march??

ok, well, i went back to school!! hahaha that was mid-march.

i got put in all CP classes... which is interesting to say the least.

on friday, in fact, in English, we were reading Romeo and Juliet, act 3, scene 2, Juliet's soliloquy.
yes, the one about sex.

ok, so, ms douglass finishes reading it and asks the class "Does anyone know what Juliet was talking about?"

no one raises their hands, so i do (because in general thats the only time i raise my hand in class, when no one else does LOL)

sarah "Juliet can't wait for night, for when Romeo comes."

ms d "Comes for what?"

sarah "Comes to... be married with Juliet."

ms d "What do you mean by that?"

sarah at this point is giving ms d an odd look, just how blunt does she want sarah to be? "Juliet can't wait for Romeo to come so that they can ...**awkward pause** consummate their marriage."

ms d turns to look at the class. "yeah. Juliet wants to do it."

sarah thinks "oh. THATS how blunt she wanted me to be."

hahaha english teachers are so surprising.

being the oldest SUCKS. SO MUCH.

SO MUCH.

this morning was good.

i got a starbucks.

a venti hot white chocolate mocha, which, after i finished half i poured over ice, so it was really like 2 grandes in one.

a peppered bacon breakfast sandwich

and all day, Friends marathon, couple CSI's inbetween, and then....it was lunch time.

so mom says "i'm gonna pick up katie, run by wal greens, be home by 1:30ish"

but no.

mom, dad and katie went out to lunch at Islands.

one of my fave resteraunts.

without me.

yup. i was left babysitting the she-devil from the coming apocolypse (aka- the 2 yr old) who refused to take a nap OR eat.

and they didnt even bring me anything home.

yayy life...

GAH. REALLLLYYY?????

I hate Viagra commercials. so much.

i mean, does ANYONE really want to think about the possibility of an erection lasting longer than 4 hours???

GAHHHHH!! i’m watching one of my shows online and EVERY commercial break is FREAKING SEX ADS FOR OLD PEOPLE!!!

i dont think Elvis would have approved…

writing is..

something i have been doing a LOT of lately.

be it my book, in my journal or here or otherwise...

a LOOOOOTTTT.

which is fun...its a great release...

so, for my book, which has now been spliced into two, has been growing pretty rapidly and i'll probably be posting before the end of the night...

i almost went to the Date fair with ashley and mandy but...i got MAJOR allergy issues today...which is the lamest thing because i have NEVER been to the date festival...maybe I will go next year...oh well...ok, off to write and watch Kath & Kim and The Office!!! HIL-AR-EE-OUS!!!

redistricting??

is probably the dumbest thing ever. so now, where i live is in Indio High district, which is SOOO lame. I'll probably be able to finish out the year at la quinta, but... honestly? i dunno if i want to. i dont feel like i have any more friends there....ya'know? i mean, i have a couple, but...

i think i'm gonna be able to finish out at LQ , and idunno about next year....PDHS (i know a LOT more people there incidentally.) or the 4th high school. hmmmm.....much to think about...

All About Fools.

• 
  Proverbs 26:1-28 (Il est trés importants pour la vie.)
  
• 1- Like snow in summer, and rain at harvest, honor is inappropriate for a fool.
  
• 2- Like a flitting sparrow, or a fluttering swallow, an undeserved curse goes nowhere.
  
• 3- A whip for the horse, a bridle for the donkey, and a rod for the backs of fools.
  
• 4- Don't answer a fool according to his foolishness, or you'll be like him yourself.
  
• 5- Answer a fool according to his foolishness, or he'll become wise in his own eyes.
  
• 6- The one who sends a message by a fools hand, cuts off his own feet and drinks violence.
  
• 7- A proverb in the mouth of a fool is like lame legs that hang limp.
  
• 8- Giving honor to a fool is like binding a stone into a sling.
  
• 9- A proverb in the mouth of a fool is like a stick with thorns brandished by the hands of a drunk.
  
• 10-The one who hires a fool, or who hires those passing by, is like an archer wounding everyone.
  
• 11- As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his foolishness.
  
• 12- Do you see a man who is wise in his own eyes? There is more hope for a fool than for him.
  
• 13- The slacker is full of excuses, saying, "I can't go outside because there might be a lion in the road! Yes, I'm sure a lion is out there!"
  
• 14- A door turns on its hinges as a slacker turns in his bed.
  
• 15- The slacker buries his hand in the bowl, but is too weary to bring it to his mouth.
  
• 16- In his own eyes, the slacker is wiser than seven men who can answer sensibly.
  
• 17- A passerby who meddles in a quarrel that is not his, is like one who pulls a dog by the ears.
  
• 18- Like a madman who throws flaming darts and deadly arrows,
  
• 19- so is the man who lies to a friend and says "I was only joking!"
  
• 20-Without wood fire goes out; without a gossip, conflict die down.
  
• 21- As charcoal for embers and wood for fire, so is a quarrelsome man for kindling strife.
  
• 22-A gossip's words are like choice food that goes down to ones innermost being.
  
• 23-Smooth lips with an evil heart are like pretty glaze on a common clay pot.
  
• 24-A hateful person disguises himself with his speech and harbors deceit within.
  
• 25-When he speaks graciously, don't believe him, for there are seven abominations in his heart.
  
• 26-Though his hatred is concealed by deception, his evil will be revealed in the assembly.
  
• 27-The one who digs a pit will fall in it, and whoever rolls a stone- it will come back on him
  
• 28-A lying tongue hates those it crushes, and a flattering mouth causes ruin.

"Mastering Sarcasm"

i got this from a website, but i cannot for the life of me remember where since it was so long ago. buts its HILAROUS.



“Mastering Sarcasm:
Sarcasm is the primary weapon in the arsenal of the Anti-Social. Not only is it good for amusing oneself, it is a surefire way to get the ever-present human detritus off your back. Sarcasm is the first thing a true Anti-Social needs to develop in order to progress to more advanced tutorials.

Step One:Let's make sure that we understand what we are talking about when we say "sarcasm". Telling someone that they suck is not sarcasm, it is honesty. Replying to every negative comment with a Yo Momma joke, while amusing and infuriating for your target, is not sarcasm. Sarcasm is defined as "A keen, reproachful expression; a satirical remark uttered with some degree of scorn or contempt; a taunt; a gibe; a cutting jest." Now that we know what sarcasm is, we know we must hone the edge of our sarcastic wit to a fine edge in order to make it cut smoothly.

Step Two:Let's try the ever popular practice-in-a-mirror routine to get started. Now, as you look at yourself in the mirror say, as if you were speaking to me, "Hello. Nice day today, isn't it?" Now which of my replies constitutes sarcasm?

1. Yes, it is.

2. No, it is not.

3. Well, I thought it might be raining but then I realized it was just your spittle.

4. Oh yes, it was a lovely day, and I had just begun to enjoy it before my tolerance of inane comments was tested. But thanks for wasting my time anyway, I'm going to look this way now.

The answer is, of course, number 4. Sure, number 3 seems sarcastic but it is more of a rude comment than a truly sarcastic jibe. Notice when I replied with answer number 3 how you merely got angry while answer number 4 made you feel belittled. That's what good sarcasm does, because after all, everyone else is below our disdain.

Step Three:How can you begin to master the sarcastic wit now that you can recognize it? Well, sometimes watching the masters perform their art is the best way to learn. On that note, read as much Ambrose Bierce as you can get your hands on, watch and listen to Denis Leary comedy routines and visit your local DMV in order to sample the sudden displays of sarcasm from both clerk and customer. Another good source is any character played by David Spade. The diminuative Mr. Spade has brought sarcasm to the great unwashed, and you can benefit from watching his performance. Don't forget to practice in the mirror!

Step Four:Now you need to get out there and set your sarcastic sights on potential targets. This does not require much more than the standard trip to the convenience store to get your cigarettes or to the liquor store to get your booze. Here are some examples of common sarcasm-rich meetings common to everyday life:

· The line to pay for your items at the convenience store: you have 10 items while the woman behind you has 1. She asks if she can cut in front of you so she can just pay for her one item and go. Your reply should be similar to, "Oh please, be my guest. I'd forgotten how little my time is worth in comparison to your obvious need of a Dove bar." Be sure to mention how she'll need to move quicker to work off the massive amounts of fat in the item she is purchasing then snort derisively and do not let her ahead of you.

· The liquor store: the clerk asks if you would like a bag for your bottle of Jack Daniel's. Your reply should relate to, "Oh, no thanks. I was just planning on downing it right here at the cash register so I could get another one that much quicker. On second thought, give me the bag anyway, I've been meaning to take pulls off a brown bagged bottle while stumbling down the street for days now." Snort derisively and tell the clerk that yes, that means you would like a bag.

· The doctor's office: The doctor calls you in after an hour of waiting. He makes a snide comment hoping that you weren't kept waiting too long. Your reply should be subtle so as not to encourage the doctor to physically hurt you while examining you. Something along the lines of, "Oh no, doctor, the wait wasn't too bad, but I think I may have left a stain on your waiting room chair. My hemorrhoids have been bleeding pretty heavily again. By the way, do you mind checking them out while I'm here?" Doctor can't argue with that logic (sadly for the doctor). If you don't have hemorrhoids, insert any significantly bloody or pus-filled symptom you may have in its place.

Congratulations! You've finished the sarcasm tutorial. You're one step closer to becoming truly Anti-Social. Sarcasm is the one skill you can never truly master. There is always another rung in the ladder to true sarcasm. But keep practicing and soon you'll make people cringe in horror every time you open your mouth to respond to their inane questions.”

Bride Wars

is pretty hilarious!


i was sooooo excited to see a Romantic Comedy that was PG. ie- no useless sex scene.


have you seen Yes Man??


HOLY CRAP? did they even need that in there?? SEROUSLY???


if you've seen it you know what i'm talking about.


if you haven't? wait for DVD so you can skip past it.


but, Zooey Deschanel was AMAZING in it. I LOVE her with black/brown hair!


well, i'm off to the River to see Paul Blart Mall Cop with my bestee KIM!

I Don't Get It.

Why is it anyone elses buisiness that mr travolta's son died?


why does the public get to read the autopsy report?


why does it matter so much when a celebrity gets a DUI?


why is it anyones buisiness but their own?


why is it called well-informed when you know the details of george clooneys love-life?


but it is called snooping and rude to know your neighbors???


I DON'T GET POP CULTURE.



i think its mostly because i don't care....... SO SUE ME!

Bad Feelings.

what do you do when you have an INCREDIBLY bad feeling about something, but telling the someone you had the bad feeling about would crush them? especially when its a secret?????

WHAT DO YOU DO?

The Holidays

Christmas was low-key, but my aunt and uncle that NEVER come out, came out!


so, i had fun i got a LAP HARP. WTF????


hahahaha--looky looky



and Christmas Eve( morning), Allie and I exchanged gifts, i got these AWESOME body butters and lotions and stuff that smell like mint, peppermint and powdered sugar! how cool is THAT?


Christmas Eve service was cool, ash, jannelle (?), and i did our skit to "I Celebrate the Day" by relient K and it ROCKED!

then ashley, kim, emily and i were in the choir and OMG we were SO bad. i'm SURE mrs hushaw was pissed. i felt SOOOO bad.

Christmas Day my mom woke me up, instead of the other way around, and lizzy woke up jumping on her bed singing "mer-wee chwis-mas" and jumpin on her bed hahahah.

New Years Eve!!- Went to Knotts! it was AWESOME.

i love the holidays!

and i go back to school on the 26th! see ya there!