Life

Is good. I am happy, and that makes people around me happy, which makes them like sitting with me, which makes me happy, which creates this huge snowball of joy. Yay snowballs of joy! I baked more muffins. They are now...

CONFUSION MUFFINS!!!!!

They are whole wheat spice, with allspice and cinnamon and nutmeg. the batter is tasty, I dunno how the muffins themselves will turn out. Will post pics later. But yeah, they are confusion muffins. Because people are being confusing. It was really funny. So my grandma is staying with me while my parents are in France, and we were wondering where the word allspice came from, and apparently, allspice is supposed to smell like a mix of the spices cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg. Interesting, huh? I'm sittint here and there are all these amazing smells wafting over from the oven...reminds me of fall. I think I have found my new recipe. We have been baking a lot today. My grandma's mother cooked and baked a lot, and she has this big recipe box, which my mom got. I have never really looked through it, but today, Grama madean apricot jello salad thing and it looks really good, the recipe was her mother's from said recipe box. If only it were in the low 60s outside, that would make all these smells so much more appropriate...

I need to go to bed but...

I'm happy. I am really happy. And Grey's Anatomy started, which makes me happy, but also makes me sad. But I am confused. I think I might be covering confusion with blond happiness. I dunno.

But I need sleep, and this I know. G'night.

Yom Kippur 2007

So this year was the first year I fasted. I didnt totally make it through. I had some cheddar bunnies, but that's it. However, as I was standing at Ne'ila, the conclusion service of the holiday, I had this weird feeling of this energy coursing through my veins. It was insane because I was standing there (you stand for the whole service of ne'ila) and I felt like I would either pass out or throw up from my head ache, and then there was this energy. It made me feel weak.
Weaker than I already was...Then I was reading this prayer and my mom leaned over to me and said that the poetic english translation only seemed right when it was fall, because it was talking about closing gates and a close to the year, and with fall being the season that Yom Kippur usually falls in it all felt right with the days getting shorter and the colors and everything. Now I will announce that I am moving next year to Massachusetts. It will be hard, but it is the right thing for our family to do now. All my friends--I will miss you all, and I will come back and visit. Anyway, in past years, that poem-prayer thing never really affected me, but no I really started to miss fall. I mean, maybe you dont miss it when you know you can;t have it, but once you know that youw could, or that you will have it, just not this year, you miss it so much. That's what happened. I felt so sad, I started to tear up. Then we read Avinu Malkenu, and I just wanted to cry...It was amazing. I really felt more connected to God than I ever have in the past. I felt all this renewed trust and faith in God. It was amazing. Mom said that I got out of the High Holidays what everybody wants to get but doesn't necessarily.

So yay.

More emotion muffins

I am turning into Izzie Stevens. I lie on the floor when I'm depressed and I bake muffins...4 dozen was my total count today. This weekend was 5 dozen plus a batch of cookies and some really gross brownies.



those were the only good ones. ^^^

The vanilla is the best. So I am now officially a muffin and cookie and sometimes bread person.

Poetry

So my English teacher assigned us to projects.
1. Write a poem about an inanimate object small enough to fit in your closed hand.
2. Write a poem inspired by another poem.

I have taken this to heart. I have decided that throughout the year, I will write poetry and put in cool fonts and colors and everythig and then at the end of the year I will bind it all..

So yay for Sarah.

What a day...

I woke up and fell asleep for another 20 minutes. Then I took a shower and used conditioner before shampoo. Then, I tried to put on make up and I forgot my moisturizer. Then I could get my eyeliner on right. I got dressed, which went fine, but then I had to make my lunch. Peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I practically failed. It was terrible. Then I went to school. I almost went the wrong direction to my locker, and then it took me a few seconds to get to my locker. Then I tried to get a book out of my locker while holding to other notebooks in each hand. In Biology, I almost used the coarse focus when I was on high power. In french class, I forgot to tear off the little edge thing on my quiz paper. In Orchestra, I couldn't figure out how to use the copy machine. In math, I forgot what perpendicular meant. At Lunch...whatever. Stuff went down. In US History...nothing happened. In English...right. I went a little nuts and started reading poetry out loud with really crazy voices to Caroline and decided to write my own poem about a grape.

Crazy day. Happy Rosh Hashanah...

But dinner was great. I have a stuffy nose from the challah. I am yearning for the holidays again, but they are on their way...It has begun with Rosh Hashanah. And no homework! I seriously came home with like...my agenda. That's it. It was amazing.

My mind is going insane. I hate that, when you feel like you have no idea what you are thinking or how to control it. Wish me luck getting to sleep.

Love you all!

Another thing, if youa re reading this, I beg that you comment, just so that I know you are reading my entries. I have a terrible feeling that I am writing this for my own benefit, like a diary that somebody can look at if they want but they figure my life is too boring to bother. Not really. But yeah, just let me know that you are reading it. Like I said, I have a terrible feeling that nobody is reading this.

That is all.

September

I hate September. I mean, yeah, my best friend's birthday is in September, and there are a few really good looking movies coming out this September, but other than that, why is it here? I mean, we go back to school in August. And then it is hot and disgusting here in FL until late October! I think we should just skip September, and put Mel's b-day in like October, or December or something... It's almost half way over. Thank God.

September

I hate September. I mean, yeah, my best friend's birthday is in September, and there are a few really good looking movies coming out this September, but other than that, why is it here? I mean, we go back to school in August. And then it is hot and disgusting here in FL until late October! I think we should just skip September, and put Mel's b-day in like October, or December or something....

You know what I love?

Christmas. Christmas is one of my favorite holidays and I am not even Christian. I dont even bring in the customs like some people do. I just love Christmas. The holiday season is so amazing. That and fall are my two favorite times of the year. I love shopping around Christmas time. I love most Christmas music. Everybody is so forgiving and happy, and it is kind of sad, something about it is sad, too. Like..there is always that vibe that there are people outthere spending it alone (God, what a cliche...) and people who will commit suicide or something (Ok, not anymore, it's all good.). And then there are the movies. So many good movies. See what brought this on was I woke up listening to this song:

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

That would make anybody long for and feel depressed about the Holidays.

Once, my Dad had to get surgery in the winter, so we all flew up to Massachusetts because the best doctor we could find was there. It was originally just to visit him and see how he was but he was all, like, Hey, I have Christmas open, want to have the surgery then? And my parents said yes, because it made a lot of sense. So for the four days that they went in, I stayed with my cousin Lizzy and my Aunt and Uncle. My Aunt's side of the family is Christian, and they (my cousin, aunt, and uncle) went up to celebrate Christmas with them. I was there, so they obviously dragged me with them. It was my first real Christmas experience, and it was a white Christmas. It was amazing. The family made me feel very at home. I had a whole stocking. It was really an amazing experience. And the snow! So beautiful.

We could get the same thing with Hannukah, but we don't. I think it is because we don't have any Jewish family around. And for the past few years, I have been in a Hebrew School that really isn't the right place for me. I never really felt right there, which may have been why some of the holiday stuff they did never really "did it" for me.

I really can't wait for the Holidays. For me, it is a whole string of happiness. I have my birthday in November, then Thanksgiving like a week later, then Hannukah, or Christmas, whichever comes first, and then New Year. Oh, and then there is Halloween a while before my birthday. So I guess from Halloween to the New Year and then the nice winter days in January and February and a little in March.

March always bugged me a little. I don't know why.

Magic

Does Magic exist? Not necessarily sparkly fire flying out of fingers magic, or wands and spells with latin roots. More like, inner strength and willpower. Or, an ability to read peoples' feelings, for example, if something is wrong with somebody you sense it (but hopefully have the tact to know whether or not to mention it..). Or it could be a sixth sense kind of situation, an ability to know that something is going to happen? Not being psychic...I cannot explain. Intuition, or instinct, but somehow more...I know not. Tell me, what say you, my dear friends?

I cam home today...

early from school because I felt sick. I hate tummy aches. They suck. So anyway, I have time to write because it is like 1:00 and all else I have to do is some homework and music practice. Now, the estion remains: What do I write about? This lack of subjects is very annoying. I mean, there is tons of stuff I could write about, but it is either too boring or too personal, or if I did disclose it on the internet, I would probably have people hunting me down at school to kill me.

Have you ever had just a random craving for some kind of food? OK, so recently, I have been completely obsessed with hummus. Like, I could just eat it with a spoon. Any kind, roasted red pepper, extra garlic, black olive, you name it! It's nice that it's hummus and not some other food that is terrible for you. Like cotton candy. Or chocolate chip cookies. Which reminds me, I am going over to Dan's house tomorrow and we are going to make chocolate chip cookies! Or, I am going to make the cookies in his kitchen while I try to explain my religion to him. But it's funny, I call it my religion, but it isnt really. Like, my religion is Judaism. My beliefs, on the other hand are kind of different. Of my own. Hey, I could write a blog about that!!!

Want some depressing literature?

Look no further than the wikipedia explanation of John Lennon's Death.

I was bored, OK?

Here.


Oh Man. So John Lennon is sort of my new obsession. Like, I absolutely adore him, he was so incredible, in many ways, in out-there ness and in Musicality. MUSICAL GENIUS. Really. Just listen to Across the Universe! I am a little bit obsessed now. Great, another one to add to the list. So basically, reading about John Lennon and his acts and everything..it can be a bit repulsive but only in the best sense of the term. Yeah, he did a lot of stuff that I consider stupid, but it was stuff that contributed to who he was and his whole image. He seems to be te best example of superstars and insanely famous people putting their fame to work for peace. You see a bit of that these days, with the environmentalists in Hollywood, but really...It is nothing compared to all that Lennon did to try to bring about peace in this world.

I also read a book documenting a conversation between him, Yoko, and Swami Bhaktivedanta. It was called the Search for Liberation. They basically talk about how to achieve levels of upper conciousness, or the quest for holiness, I suppose. It is quite fascinating. I am slowly lending it out to many of my friends who wish to read it.

Good Night to you all.

DAN CHIPPED MY TOOTH!!!!

Dan chipped my tooth. Dan Chipped My Tooth.

DAN CHIPPED MY TOOTH!!!!!!

I kid you not. He hit my toothe with a soda bottle (glass) and he Chipped. My. Tooth.


DAMMIT.

I used to have perfect teeth and Dan ruined them. Tonight was so much fun though. We were like insane. It was great. Woo.

LOYAL READERS FORGIVE ME

Not that i have any.

BUT I have been absolutely terrible about keeping up my blog. I hope to make a weekly thing of it, if not more often. So. School has started, which is disgusting because it is so hot out these days. All my teachers are great and I have a feeling that this year is going to be really amazing. Like, incredible amazingness. So I feel really annoyed with myself because I have run out of topics to discuss. So any controversial topics I could discuss?

I could tell you about the hillarious day I had the other day. So at lunch, I went out to the fields and went and lay down in a safe spot all on my own and I turned on my music and sat in the sprinkle of rain. It was very nice until I heard voices come closer and closer. I open my eyes, sit up, and suddenly, Sam, Trent, Devon, and some other people were playing soccer around me. So much for a safe spot. So then they start kicking it around, and I am like, dammit, I am gonna get a concusion from somebody hitting my head with a soccer ball (which is kind of funny because the day I met Trent, he hit me in the stomach with a soccer ball. What a nice connection...). I decided not to move. If I got a concussion, it would mean I might sleep, which I haven't been able to do lately. So eventually, the game moved away from me, and I was left to my peaceful meditations. Or not. A few minutes later, I hear voices come towards me again. Again, I am like, dammit, what now? So I open my eyes, sit up and see Sean and Dan doing a weird run-drop-roll thing. I was horribly confused. They were laughing so hard. The way you laugh when you just absolutely cannot contain yourself but you are doing something reuiring breath, so it comes out like this weird choked up gargle-laugh thing. So maybe you cant see this image, but just try. Running towards me, randomly dropping to the ground, rolling over, getting back up and running again, all the while gargle-laugh-ing. I laughed. i couldn't help it. It was jus tso weird. So then Sean sends some weird glare at me and does a roll right in front of me and then gets up and runs in the ther direction. Obviously, I was all, WTF? So I ask Dan what they were doing-or at least what were they attempting to do. Ninja Rolls. NINJA ROLLS.

Seriously.

So I'm again like wtf and then Dan leaves so I just chalk it up to adolescent insanity, with which I have plenty of experience.

So yeah, I think the year is going pretty well so far for everybody. Even the people in the deepest dulldrums seem happy. No names. God willing, all will go well, and our lives will proceed as usual.

On Cemetaries and Coyote Cubs and Mediterranean-style Pizza...

This morning I just had to ge out of the house. I am going a tad bit stir crazy...for example, last night I begged my dad to take me to the grocery store so that I could throw together a pizza...I had no recipe...turned out pretty good in the end...

So anyway, I had to get out of the house so I went for a walk in the cemetary near where I live. As I walked along, I saw what looked like a dead dog lying in the shade on the sidewalk. I whistled...it didnt do anything. I said "hey" and it sat up and walked away. It was kind of creepy but really awesome too. So I kept walking and when I got to the other side of the cemetary I saw another cub (it was different, this one looked skinier and had mange. I followed it back to where I saw the other one. It ran back into the forest and then I saw a woman get out of her car and follow it into the woods with a camera.. She said that she had seen them before and had called a woman in New York who ran a wildlife rehabilitation program, or something. The woman had asked for pictures just to confirm that they were coyote cubs. Apparently there had been two litters. One of the mothers of one of the litters had been shot. I have no idea what will happen to them. The poor things...

So yeah, I was walking in a cemetary. I love to do it. Especially when it is cold and gray and windy outside. Drama drama drama. Try it some time.

On the next school year:

I can be such a lazy ass. Lately all I have been doing is sitting around watching Grey's Anatomy (surprise surprise) and listening to depressing music. Life is back to normal..I can't wait for school to start. I have so many resolutions. I will drink more tea, I will carry less books, stay more organized, keep my room cleaner, hold a happy relationship for more than 2 months long distance. Ok, and for a moment of selfishness (yeah, I get selfish when I am depressed), if I were a guy, I would be over the moon to go out with myself. I mean seriously. I am funny, smart, great personality, and beautiful. So maybe I am the queen of bitch slaps and uncannily similar to Addison, the queen of a "land called passive agressiva" and nicknamed Satan. Done, sorry. Had to get that out. Anyway,hopefully next year will be loads better than this year. We will see about the new math teacher, hopefully she will be good. And don't worry my loyal readers (the number of whom I fear is diminishing), the posts will be up and rampant as the school year starts.

Good night, and good luck.

CTY

Oh Man. So I remember when I first heard about this "nerd camp" I was going to go to. I was so worried about it being stupid and not being friends with anybody...but I just came back and oh my God. I have never been somewhere so amazing. It is not explainable how incredibly fun it is...everybody accepts you. Everybody is a nerd...It is completely amazing. Completely. My teacher was one of the best teachers I have ever had...I thought that this blog would be longer but there really is absolutely no way to describe how great it was. I took Logic which was fun. There was...oh my God. I CANNOT DESCRIBE IT, DAMMIT!

That is all...I will add as I think of more...

MUFFINZES!!!!!!

OMG so I made muffins today!! They are so good...I pushed rasberries into the top...sooo good.

That is all.

Grey's Anatomy

It makes me over-emotional. I finally figured it out. I just fnished watching the second season on DVD and I feel like lying in a big field because it's rainng and I just want to go away. I am so confused about things. And I feel guilty because I feel confused about things that really are totally simple compared to a lot of other peoples' problems. So basically, I feel really confused and then I feel guilty for feeling confused about what I am confused about which makes me miserable and makes me wanna go lie in a field when it is raining. The best part is I don't really know what the hell I am confused about. I try to think of what I am confused about and I can't really think of anything except for one thing which I really can't make any decisions about at this point because there is no way for the situation to move forward.

Right now, I am hot and sticky, I have a head ache, and I feel like eating my mom's home made strawberry orange ice cream. So I am going to go change into shorts, eat some ice cream, and then go to sleep. Maybe watch Pride and Prejudice.

I really need some change in my life. Like, social change. Like, not just get a boyfriend because honestly I have lately been doubting how happy that could actually make me. I just...need somebody new. Like, a breath of fresh air. No offense to my dear friends who are reading this, but I need new faces. My mom talked about what it would be like to move up here to Massachusetts. My dad would send me to a legit New England private school. I would become a legit prep. Weird, huh? But the weirdest part, and the hardest part for me to understand, is that I didn't just instantly say no, I can't leave my friends and my school. I actually sort of thought about what it would be like to move. There would be new people to meet, to get to know, to hate, to love. But then I thought about all the friendships I have here building and getting stronger. No worries, everybody, I am staying, as far as I know.

I really need ice cream.

ITALY 2!

IF YOU ARE READING AN ITALY POST FOR THE FIRST TIME, SCROLL DOWN TO THE FIRST "ITALY!" POST.

After barely getting enough sleep, we woke in the morning to a water-less and fresh fruit-less breakfast. Oh, and if I didn't mention it before, my roomate was Kim. I love her..

So the second day we went to Lucca. Lucca is the birth place of Puccini and Boccherini and just all these people. It was pretty nice, but kind of boring at the same time...one thing that pissed me off was that instead of looking at the art in the churches (which was veeery interesting..not your typical gothic cathedrals; older, i think), we got to go see the back halls of the conservatry of music. The back halls and the offices. Whoop dee fricking doo. But other than that it was nice. My group was good for the most part and I had an acceptable lunch, although it was hard to eat. Bruschetta. On a huge piece of bread. it all fell off. And the tomatoes were not that great. I keep complaining about the food...and with all the walking it is now wonder I lost like 5 pounds while away. MY GOD I KEEP GOING OFF ON RANDOM SUBJECTS. SO back to Lucca. I bought a purse for myself because I really needed a bigger bag to put maps and dictionary and cameras and stuff in. It's nice. about $18 and poorer quality ones are like $20-25 at Old Navy. I also got my mom a little olive wood vase. The area in which Lucca is located is ver well known for its olive trees, as is all of Italy. There was this tower in Lucca with a garden on top, but I didn't get to see it.

Overall, I think Lucca was quite nice, but we were all crazy jet lagged and the organization was kind of messed up and we had troubles with my Visa Buxx. When I bought the vase (which was 6 euro) I think the lady didn't want to deal with a debit for that small an amount, so I think she made it not work.

That night was the Opening Ceremony. All the choruses met at the outside of the Tettuccio Spa and were handed candles. Then, a group of drummers and flag throwers marched up. This flag throwing thing is really incredible...

They dance around and the throwing is all in rythm with the drums and they are so coordinated and they throw the flags like all across the piazza...It is intensely cool.

So then we all walked up the hill to the other spa, the Toretta, and they did another show. I Then we all blew out our candles, or the others did because I didn't take one, and went into the spa. It was beautiful, but not nearly as nice as Tettuccio was going to be. I hadn't been inside it yet.

Inside the spa, the mayor of Montecatini Terme and some other officials all said welcomes and all the stuff they were expected to say. It was then slowly translated into three other languages besides Italian. German, French, and English. I actually understood most of the French. Then a local chorus performed. They were....quite unimpressive. Really didn't hold together, not good voices, but they looked like they were having fun, which is good. The did Va Pensiero, and we did Va Pensiero and we did better and they are Italian. Va Pensiero is basically right next to the national anthem of Italy in importance to the people. It was really ironic.

After all that we just went back to the hotel and crashed. I think that was the first night I was up until 2:30 AM talking with Kim...

Damn.

As the days go by, I am becoming more and more of a romantic than I was when I started this blog to get my feelings off my back. Fnny ol' world, isn't it? Maybe it was Italy that did it. But I just find myself...not miserable. Like, it isn't what it was when I was miserably single and just using romantic-ness as an excuse. Now it is like, just day dreaming a lot more and swooning over many things unattainable and loving fictional characters (ahem Mr. Darcy ahem).

I guess the book I am reading, Me and Mr. Darcy isn't helping. And in order to explain it I would give it away, so I will not be telling what it is about.

I love Jane Austen..She is so amazing. Didn't she say once that all her characters would have everything they wanted, or something like that? It is totally true. I mean, yes they go through hard times, which makes them so real and easy to relate to. Her books are not your average love story. Instead of the knight almost being killed by a dragon, Mr. Willoughby has to marry for money, or chooses to marry for money, or whatever, I haven't finished Sense and Sensibility yet. But then in the end Marianne ends up marrying the man in love with her and the one that she loves, not the one she lusts for. Lusts. Do you lust for somebody or do you just lust?

ANYHOO! Yeah, Jane Austen definitely gives her characters all that they want. But then as she does she mixes in elements of how it would be in the real world. So my question is, does she stay consistant? In life, will we have those hard times and then come through and get what we want?

ITALY!!!!

So it turns out that I did not havce enough time to keep a diary in Italy. So instead, I am just going to tell as much as I can in separate seperate can't remember how to spell it entries. I will do a different entry for each day.

So the first day. Mom and I got up early to take my Grandfather to the hospital for an appointment. Then we chilled at starbucks for an hour or two. Then we all met up and took a charter bus to the airport at Tampa, where mom and I parted ways. She went back to Massachusetts and I went on to Charlotte. From Charlotte, we flew Lufthansa to Munich. Oh my GOD. The flight took such a long time. It was kind of fun though..I couldn't sleep at all. People got some great photos of Maestro and Mr. Holt sleeping. Lucky guys, they could. The movies were Catch and Release and Freedom Writers, both of which are good-ish, but I had seen Catch and Release before and I cannot stand Hillary Swank. And there wasn't enough of Patrick Dempsey in Freedom Writers to counter balance Hillary. So we got into Munich and from there we flew to Florence and then took a bus into Montecatini Terme. We flew over night so we got there during like the early afternoon or something. We took a quick walking tour of Montecatini Terme.



Then we went back to the hotel chilled and ate dinner.

Oh Man. The food was sooo bad. Like, really really terrible. It tastes like it comes out of a can. I mean, it isn't inedible, but I expected better from Italy, you know? Like, no fresh fruit in the mornings is in my opinion a sin at hotels in Europe. Other than that, the service was great, the people were very nice, they spoke English very well and the rooms were clean if not small. They were well kept and the location was nice. Not too far from down town, but not much car traffic, mostly just motor scooters going up and down the alleys which is annoying, but cannot be avoided when staying in anything but a farm house, generally. The first day was pretty un eventful.

I have to go eat home made strawberry buttermilk sorbet now (oh calamity).

Yes, my mom bought an ice cream maker. Dear God.

Italy!

Today is my last day in America for a week. I am leaving tomorrow morning....I remember the day we heard that we were going to Italy. It was over a year ago. The time has flown. Flown? Flied? Whatever, the time flew you get it.

So I am going to be keeping a journal while I am there and when I get back I will type it into a post along with the itinerary. I wish I could blog right there but i don't think they have wifi or anything and I didn't bring my laptop. So. God, I am like totally speechless this is so weird.... All my clothes are in my suitcase so I am in Pajamas still.

Lately I have been watching Grey's Anatomy a LOT. Like, a few hours or more every day. It is intense but I love it. Melody lent me the season 1 and 2 DVD sets so...I have them for the rest of the summer! YAY! Which is good because I have only really gotten through like 3 of the 6 discs. So I have to go clean my bathroom now. Sucks. I hate cleaning bathrooms. It is bathroom, I should have the right to have it the way I want.

So have fun with your little lives. I will have fun with mine.

And on another random thought...I have been having a lot of trouble spelling little lately. I will do litlle or litle ot litel. Like, not typo stuff, un-able-to-spell-a-word stuff. Wonder what that means...

ENFJ

You know how you take those personality tests online? I love them. Recently, a friend of mine sent me a shortened version of what I think is the Myers Briggs test. Basically you answer a lot of questions and then it tells you what you are with four different letters. You can have:

Extroverted/Introverted
Sensing/iNtuitive
Feeling/Thinking
Percieving/Judging

I got ENFJ.

Basically, I am outgoing, social, attention seeking, emotional, loving, organized, comfortable around others, involved, open, hyperactive, complimentary, punctual, considerate, altruistic, easily hurt, religious, neat, content, positive, affectionate, image conscious, good at getting people to have fun, easily excited, perfectionist, assertive, ambitious, leader, hard working, seductive, touchy, group oriented, anti-tattoos, or so said the the website that had the test. Another source said basically that (except for the random ones, i.e. anti-tattoos, which I am not) I am caring for those around me, loyal in relationships, able to manipulate people around me, I don't like it when controversial issues come up in conversation and make somebody feel uncomfortable, I express my opinions succinctly, and am kind of a neat freak. For more go to this site. Honestly, I agree with pretty much all that this says, although I agree with the second source more than the first. It is sort of scary how precise and how accurate it is!

The good career possibilities are anything involved with performing arts (acting, directing, casting, singing, dancing), interior decorator, hair and makeup stylist, guidance counselor, film critic, party planner, fashion designer, and broadcaster or new anchor.

Almost anything I have ever wanted to do with my life is on that list, except for lawyer. When I saw this, I was shocked.

It went on to say that I was good in relationships, would do anything to keep them going, and preferred long term relationships to flings.

So think about this. I just took this quiz with a bunch or random questions. I pressed submit, and then got a page telling me about myself. For the most part. Essentially everything is correct. How I interact with people, how I act in certain situations, what I like, what I dislike, what I am good and bad at. My character traits, my personality, everything. What type I would make a good couple with!

I read somewhere else that in my old age, I would probably take up gardening or the collection of art. I will also be a fine food and wine connoisseur...I will end up collecting amedieval European tapestries, apparently........

It is really amazing what psychology can determine.

Oh and I also found a list of famous people with the same personality type and jobs I should NOT have.

Famous People:
David, King of Israel
U.S. Presidents:
Abraham Lincoln
Ronald Reagan
William Cullen Bryant, poet
Abraham Maslow, psychologist and proponent of self-actualization
Sean Connery
Elizabeth Dole
Dick Van Dyke
Andy Griffith
James Garner
William Aramony, former president of United Way
Diane Sawyer (Good Morning America)
Randy Quaid (Bye Bye, Love; Independence Day)
Tommy Lee Jones (The Fugitive)
Michael Jordan, NBA basketball player
Johnny Depp (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Oprah Winfrey
Julia Louis-Dreyfus (Elaine on "Seinfeld")
Ben Stiller (The Royal Tenenbaums)
Ben Affleck (The Sum Of All Fears)
John Cusack (High Fidelity)

I cracked up when I saw Johnny Depp and Oprah...

Jobs I SHOULD NOT HAVE!!!!:
race car driver
scientist
computer specialist
airline pilot
computer programmer
financial manager
epidemiologist
truck driver
electrical engineer
software designer
web designer
business consultant
dj
bookseller

apparently, I am a people person so anything that doesn't have to do with relating to people wouldn't be good...and also I shoudln't have a job that only deals with the practical side of things, saying that I am compasionate.

Playlist

Edited.

100% scorpio

You are 100% Scorpio

How Scorpio Are You?

You know...I could have told you this...

You Are New York

Cosmopolitan and sophisticated, you enjoy the newest in food, art, and culture. You also appreciate a good amount of grit - and very little shocks you. You're competitive, driven, and very likely to succeed. Famous people from New York: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Tupac Shakur, Woody Allen

What American City Are You?

O my God. What an amazing city. I really think that NYC and Boston are my two fave cities in America. At least on the east coast...I haven't been to the west coast...I wanna go to California!

I love how amazingly true these quizes can be...Kind of scary sometimes...

Give Peace a Chance.

I love this song. Oh my God. It just...makes me happy when I listen to it. I feel like I just...I dont know. I think it is the sound of all these people getting together and recording this thing...amazing.

IF YOU HAVEN'T LISTENED TO IT!!!!
here is the mp3

Listen. So good.

My prayers are with his family.

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment
community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection
and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. A bakers Dozen of celebrities
turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry
Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and
Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.
.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a
man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in
show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not
considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked
schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old
man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough
and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by
his elderly father, Pop Tart.
.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

This is terrible..

My summer is pretty boring so far. Grandma came to visit...Mama had her birthday...won't say how old she is...

I hate it when you keep a diary or a blog and you never really have anything to say. During the school year I have plenty because of the observations of friends and teachers and whatever. But during the summer...nothing. I will be able to talk about my trip to Italy when I get back though...but that is in about 4 weeks!

I guess you could call it writer's block.

Or writer's blog.


BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!

Dogs are so weird...but I trust their senses...

My dog is acting really weird and it is scaring me...he went downstairs and looked out the window then ran back up, looked at us, ran back down, ranback up and looked at us. Then he did the same thing but with my window on the third floor. Over and over. We put him in his crate for dinner so he wouldnt be worried and gave him a treat...he didnt eat it. That NEVER happens. then after dinner I went up to let him out and he STILL hadn't eaten the treat...downstairs he kept weaving around the room, around the foot stools, the chairs, the tables. Then he ran up stairs and went around my room, under my bed etc. Now he is doing the same thing...and it started raining and thundering. Perfect. It is really scaring me...the way he looked out my window was like he saw something...lol it makes me think ghost, but I dont believe that...
I have no idea wy he is doing this...my mom made shrimp tonight and burned some garlic (i didnt smell it) and he hates the smoke alarm sound and now associates smoke with loud annoying noises. My dad is like, maybe he doesnt like the smell of shrimp. He is hiding under my desk and sitting by my feet now...but he keeps getting up and looking out..

I am so worried! Am I overreacting? Do any of your animals do this?

He was doing so well, he is such a neurotic animal, and he was doing so well..He does this submissive peeing thing and I went to pet him today and he peed...he NEVER does that for me..He has been weird all day. I am now staying up here with him so he doesnt totally weird out...any more than he already has..

TEACUP YORKIE PUPPIES!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NUMA NUMA SONG STORY!!!!!!

OK SO!!!! My NUMA NUMA SONG STORY!!!!!

This is the Music Video...

This is the version of the song done by a group called O-Zone. The video is done by Haiducci. I prefer the one done by Haiducci. I am not sure which came first. Both are available at the iTunes store.

And THIS is the video from which most of you might know this song. That fat guy who dances to that song in some foreign language...

I have a story behind this song...
ok so.
when I went to France the second time
we were staying at this little Inn where we rented a gite, which is like renting a cottage.
it was run by these brittish people
and all the TV was in French, except for MTV which was what I watched because they had english songs obviously.
The MTV was German.
and this would play constantly
I would get so pissed because I totally hated the song.
I totally forgot about it until fifth grade
and my friend Julian Turosienski
started singing it during class.
and Oh My God.
it all came rushing back.
It was so funny.
Then the next year, I got an iPod and went and bought the song.
I don't remember why.
But my friend Jasmine and I would sit and dance to it forever.
We were obsessed...
And THAT ladies and gentlemen is my NUMA NUMA SONG STORY.

so.

Your Political Profile:

Overall: 15% Conservative, 85% Liberal Social Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal Defense and Crime: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?

I love this print...

The text up in the corner says

Some children drink milk.
It helps them grow.
Some children drink coffee.
It does not help them grow.

perfect for me, right? hahaha

Yes I am young, but I am also bored, so..

I put together plans for what I will wear at my wedding! Click on each red section of text to see a picture.

if I have longer hair

if I have my hair the way it is now..

I want a strand of white pearls threaded in the updo and kind of peeking out through curls. If I wear it down and short, I want pearl barrettes holding it back.

This is the veil..

and a blusher

This is the dress I really want..
with sheer lace 3/4 sleeves attached, placed further out on my shoulder (not right next to the neck)

and these until the actual ceremony, or I could like...take them off at some point...I dont know but somehow incorporated lol

this when outside if it's in winter..
but without the fur preferably.

and jewelry!
necklace:
like that or maybe in black pearls if I can afford it lol

no bracelet, and earrings=just a basic medium sized pearl studs, maybe dangly like this...

and the rings are left to fly but these are my favorite wedding rings so far....

Fave 1:

Fave 2:

I know, Im young, but I can dream, right? Right.

And I also know that a lot of stuff is from David's Bridal. It is just because I know their site and already have a list of faves there...

The Algebra of Love

wow...i was trying to load pics from my camera onto my comp. and ROP

In MessagesBy Member Name

I had the cord plugged into the camera and a USB plugged into the port. it doesnt work. I try unplugging and replugging. turns out it is the USB from my iPod wire, instead..*sigh*

I am so intensely gifted. That is why I go to a gifted school. Because I am gifted.

That same gifted school will not be in my sight for the next two months. I am very happy about that fact. Overjoyed, you might say.

gotta pack for our road trip to Massachusetts. SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Summer

as many of you know, my family and I go to Massachusetts every summer. I reall love it. First there is the 2-4 dy road trip up. I bring a small amount of "stuff". It always feels so relaxing. taking walks arounf the neighborhood, sleeping in my double sized bed (compared to my twin here) and getting away from all the drama of middle school. Then there is hanging out with my dear soudin, Lizzy, and taking care of my nephews. Good times...

Crying..

I am crying too much these days. I cry when it rains. I cried at Spider Man 3. I cried during E.T. I cried at the end of the Grey's Anatomy Finale. I hardly keep up with that show. Before that, I saw the last like 60 seconds of the finale of Ungly Betty. I had absolutely NO CLUE as to what was going on and I cried. I cried watching South Park a month ago. I cry at the most random things. I cry listening to songs. I cried watching Scrubs today. I have NEVER been this emotional. Never this emotionally connected to the world. I dont know whats wrong with me.

And if you have nothing supportive to say to this post, dont bloody say it. I am not in the mood. Nothing critical, nothing sarcastic. I would beg, but I dont do that kind of thing.

I need to get a grip...

teehee

You Are a Boston Terrier Puppy

Aggressive, wild, and rambunctious. Deep down, you're just a cuddle monster.

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

Finals..

omg.


omgomgomg.

FInals are OVERRRRR!

YES.

I am so happy. seriously, so happy.

wow.

crunchy...

I am officially getting in touch with my crunchy side. It is pretty entertaining. I am becoming a mix between crunchy, hipster stylish, sophisticated 40s type and insane teenager...wow.

"I'm not two faced, I'm multi - faceted...

riiiiiiiiiiight...

Oh, Heaven bless this day...

It is RAINING!!!

And thank heavens...maybe the fields will be green and soft again...lately they have been a somewhat nauseating shade of brown. Say a prayer that it will stay this way...

Mother Earth has needed a drink...and she has gotten one...finally..

*sigh* I love rain...

OUTSIDE HOUSE PLANS!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOO!

the front back and sides...

The whole thing from the top...

Backyard...


sry about the terrible drawing...I am working on the inside, but I have no idea about that, so I will wait until I actually it...if ever...

yay!

I am such a sucker for these...

When a girl bumps into your arm while walking she wants you to hold her hand When she wants a hug she will just stand there When u break a girls heart, she still feels it when you run into each other 3 years later When a girl is quiet, millions of things are running through her mind. When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply. When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions, she is wondering how long you will be around. When a girl answers, "I'm fine, " after a few seconds, she is not at all fine. When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are so wonderful. When a girl lays her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be hers forever. When a girl says that she can't live without you, she has made up her mind that you are her future. When a girl says, "I miss you, " no one in this world can miss you more than that GIVE HER ONE OF YOUR T-SHIRTS TO SLEEP IN. LET HER MESS WITH Y0UR HAIR. TICKLE HER EVEN WHEN SHE SAYS ST0P. STAY UP WITH HER ALL NIGHT WHEN SHES SICK. LET HER TAKE ALL THE PH0T0S 0F Y0U SHE WANTS! KISS HER IN THE RAIN!

I know, it's kind of pathetic, but I love it anyway...and guys, you hear it a lot, but it is all true...

heeheehee...

well. um...not quite...lol

You Are 44% Sociopath

You're not a sociopath, but you're very prone to antisocial behavior. Other people's opinions matter little to you. You live your own fringe life - for better or worse.

Are You A Sociopath?

I love the picture...I am lately more prone to antisocial behavior, but not really...wtf is up with that quiz?

FERTILITY ABILITY!!!!!!

that is all.

Dan had this on his myspace, and I loved it...

Do you remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons?
Do you remember actually GOING outside to play tag, hide and seek, or manhunt?
Do you remember getting in trouble with your neighbors?
Do you remember getting the urge to say "not" after every sentence? Not.
Do you remember climbing trees, and scraping your legs? Or building forts?
Or taking long bike rides?
Do you remember the feel of the morning dew, as you ran barefoot in the grass?
When was the last time you put your cellphone away, or your computer, and got outside, and enjoyed life?
When was the last time you watched the clouds, or stared at the stars?
When was the last time you laughed with your friends, not at someone, but just because you were having a great day?

I miss my childhood.

I mean, seriously, that is GREAT,

if

people have others asking if they are going out and they themselves feel romantic pulls towards the other, they should just go out with each other, instead of keeping everybody else hanging by a string..

I wish there was somebody who could truly completely understand me. But maybe that would be inconvenient...

What the hell is an object of an infinitive?

Why didn;t we get yearbooks today?

Pirates of the Caribbean 3 is coming out while I am on a road trip...sigh

What does it say about my mood when I give off these random rants?

See, this kind of post is a spillage of thoughts...

what we think of ourselves.

I think everybody has a bit of a care about what others think of them. It is just a matter of how much attention they pay it. For example, I dont really care what people think of me, but I can if I want to...like, I am concious of it, but I dont pay attention to it. Then there are people who only ay attention to that, and their grades drop, or whatever. They are so preoccupied with what others think fo them that is all they think about. I have always prided myself on my individuality and lack of self...conciousness? no, my lack of care about what people think of me lol, but now I realize that I do have a art of me that cares, but I dont pay much attention to it.

Ok, I am starting to repeat myself, which means that the thought has been completed. I hate it when something is said, and then people go on and make it more complicated than necessary to make themselves sound smarter...

random.

random Sarah...

Proud vs. Vain

I went to see Pride and Prejudice (a stage version) and the theatre the other night, and at one point, one of the Bennet sisters (Mary) spoke of the difference between vanity and pride. As we all know, I am a very proud person. I am also compassionate, so it is not like I am self centered...but I have been called vain by some people. Mary's character said that her observtions were that pride is simply enjoyment in one's accomplishments, whereas vanity was like...needing other people to think that you were wonderful, or something along those lines. let;s see what the dictionary says...

proud |proud| adjective 1: feeling deep pleasure or satisfaction as a result of one's own achievements, qualities, or possessions or those of someone with whom one is closely associated

vain |vān| adjective 1: having or showing an excessively high opinion of one's appearance, abilities, or worth example: their flattery made him vain.

Notice...in the exmple for vain, it involves other peopel. I am proud without needing people to tell me all my good characteristics...it really bites when people say you are vain, especially when you know they are wrong. I mean, who know you better than yourself? And then, when that person tries to make up with you and is all like, oh, well how's life? I think we should try to be friends, and then that person goes behind your back and talks about how silly you are...


ok, Sarah, calm down.

if anybody knows who I am talking about, but wants to comment about something else, please leave the persons name out because I would like to post your thoughts, but am keeping names out of it.

Thankyou, your thoughts are valued.

blog...

ok, guys. This is MY blog. you have NO RIGHT to tell me what is stupid about it and what is great.


I WILL BE THE JUDGE OF THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!

I say at the top that it is the random spillages of thought, so that doesnt mean that everything on here is going to be philosophical thought about whatever it is that day. Isnt it MY blog? Dont I have the RIGHT to post whatever I want? Dont judge my posts, just comment them...

cult

I have a friend who acts like my blgo is a cult...I dont want that to happen...argh, I just want to be an actress, not the owner of a cult object/thingy/whatever!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

ewwwww

I HAVE A FRICKING BUG BITE ON MY FRICKING KNEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND IT HURTS LIKE HEEEEEEEELL.

I love white oleander trees. They are so gorgeous...I want one over my grave, but I dont want to be buried in FL. My mom said that if I want an oleander over my grave, I will have to be buried in FL. ewie.

Coin Operated Boy

So Dan sent me this song called Coin Operated Boy by The Dresden Dolls, and I dont really like the cong itself that much, but the concept is brilliant. Here are the Lyrics...

coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boy

made of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long-lasting
who could ever ever ask for more
love without complications galore
many shapes and weights to choose from
i will never leave my bedroom
i will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend....

coin operated boy
all the other real ones that i destroy
cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i'll
never let him go and i'll never be alone
not with my coin operated boy......

this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
i didnt think so but im still convinceable
will you persist even after i bet you
a billion dollars that i'll never love you
will you persist even after i kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
i'm dying to lose it...
i want it
i want you
i want a coin operated boy.

and if i had a star to wish on
for my life i cant imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
i can even take him in the bath

coin operated boy
he may not be real experienced with girls
but i know he feels like a boy should feel
isnt that the point that is why i want a
coin operated boy
with his pretty coin operated voice
saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why i want
a coin operated boy.

Now, all possible sexual innuendoes aside, isnt this a brilliant idea? I mean, no more flirting, or trying to impress guys, just go to the store and buy one! Whenever you feel lonely, pop in a coin and voila!

On second thought.

Maybe that wouldnt be such a great idea. Now that I think about it, I would probably get really pissed at it because it most likely doesnt have a voice recognition system in it.

And maybe this is just me, but if it is coin operated, made of plastic, he would prbably not be the best kisser...

Maybe you would blow up because of the liquid and the electricity. That would suck.


In your obituary, She died from an explosion. Explosion was caused by making out with a machine....the electricity shocked her.

Yeah, that would suck.

pool apparati

wow, I am blowing up a pool float thing by uh mouth, and I am sooo dazed...lol

weird.

Its really weird when you get jealous of somebody you dont like. Or dont think you like.

Politics...

the reason I should never be president is because today I had a political problem with something at my school and I ended up in tears.

It isnt fair when something is going wrong and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it, especially if you are the in the right on that one. I mean, there is NOTHING I can do. I might as well not worry about it. Summer is almost here, I will be able to relax.

Hopefully.

Pray that you never have to deal with something like this. It is not the worst of the worst, but it's pretty bad...

and now for some sense...

surprisingly, my life made a lot of sense for the most part last night. I got a lot done, and am all packed up for school already.

I wonder what makes us frazzled or organized. Can anybody be frazzled? Can anybody be organized? Or is it a matter of our outlook onto life?

For example...You have two different single mothers. I choose single moher because it is apparently a very stressful situation ot be in--frazzling, one might say. They have the same kids, the same income, the same everything, but they have two different outlooks on life. The one who thinks that she is in this horrible situation and can never get anything done is the frazzled one. She doesn't have enough faith in herself. The other one thinks Look, I have a hard life, but it was my choice. I cant do anything about it now, so lets make the best of it! she will or is more likely to be organized and have better, more thought out life than the frazzled single mother...

Oh dear, I might be turning into Julianne...silly analogies...
So my goal now is to say that I can do everything and more, so I will get it all done in a timely fashion and have relaxation aka chill time.

YAY for SARAH!

FULL MOON!!! WOOOOOOO!

lol, this is a random post because I feel insane today...'tis the full moon, and I am a woolf, so there! I have the right!!

oh, and just to update you on my life, it is REALLY hot right now, and it sucks, and my finals are coming up. blech. I am going insane, and cant wait for this weekend, which is really busy. I have decided to spend less time on the computer and more designing the house I will build for myself when I am a rich famous movie actress.

My new favorite word is heinous.

I am now calling people mad as hatters because I recently completed a science paper on mercuy.

Go Me!!!

pretty or beautiful?

imo, pretty is more like cuter, wheras beautiful is more like stunning. I hate to use stunning, because prettiness can be stunning, as well. It is really hard to define these things...lets see what the dictionary says..

Pretty: attractive in a delicate way without being truly beautiful or handsome

Beautiful: pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically, the beautiful people 1 fashionable, glamorous, and privileged people. 2 (in the 1960s) hippies. the body beautiful an ideal of physical beauty

I dont particularly like them, but it shows there is a difference. ok, Beautiful is Elizabeth Taylor, Pretty is brigitte Bardot? no, that is a bad one. but you get my drift, right? I think they are equal, but different kinds of aesthetic appealing-ness...thoughts?

Do you ever

Do you ever get that feeling that you should be having "a feeling" but you dont know what the feeling is or if you even have it as opposed to creating it for yourself? I have that feeling tonight...I cant sleep, and I feel like my life is not really going anywhere..but then, I think about it more, and I have great friends and wonderful parents, a great family, and a lot to be thankful for...then why do I feel like this? Like what? You know..No, I dont know...

the thing is, I know I feel a certain way, I suppose you could call it melancholy, but I really cant define it, and worse I can't say what is causing it, which leads us to the worst thing of all. Usually, you cant find an answer without a question, so I have no way of not getting this feeling becuse I dont know what the feeling is. It could be foreboding, loneliness, hapiness (in a really weird form), anger (again, in a really weird form), etc. My current hypothesis is that I feel like this month I am pretty inactive. I am not doing anything to help what I want to do with my life, other than school, which is dragging along horribly...I am happy though..I mean, most of the time. Now, I am not happy or sad...like I said, I cant define this feeling...thoughts?

Chivalry

I know that chivalry in modern times is sometimes considered to be degrading to women, but just because a woman CAN open a door doesn't mean she HAS to. I guess I a romantic, longing for the olden days, lol. It's just that none of my guyfriends really do stuff like that...we are more just equal, but can't we be equal and still have him hold the door for me or whatever? Same with dating, the boy asks the girl out. All power to women who have the courage to ask a man out, but I can't do it, and again, I am a romantic traditionalist with that kind of thing.

agree or disagree?

cool vs. uncool

ok, so my school dance was last night, and I saw all these little sixth grade girls. There seems to be a huge gap between their maturity and our maturity, and I dont hold it against them, it is just interesting to see the difference. Anyway, one thing I hate is people who try to be so cool. Like, whatever it is, making weird poses for pictures, etc. Almost all of the girls I saw were doing that. It made me so angry. This is my approach to cool and uncool. there is no such thing, people just made those terms up to make themselves better than anybody else. A thing can be cool, but not a person. Things dont have varying personalities... SO now to decide if we are all cool, all uncool, or all just--there. I cnat decide. I mean, it doesnt matter, does it? are there any things that would determine which to be?

Tabloids...Celebrity...it kind of trails off into it's own thing...

I was buying some food for my solar cooker project in Math class, and wen to the check out to pay (obviously). As always, there were big, bright tabloids, with huge words emblazoned on the front!!!!!!!!! There were such stories as BRITNEY'S $130,000 ALL FOR K-FED!!!, and CUTEST BEAR ON EARTH!!!, and TOM FEARS THE WORST!!! printed across the top of a picture of him and Katie Holmes "canoodling" for the papparrazzi. Looks to me like a happy couple...

What I don't understand is what really attracts people to these magazines. I have given in once or twice and bought them myself, and I STILL don't know. True, they are entertaining, but is that the only thing? We are in no way connected to these peoples' lives. You don't see "Real Life Tabloid" publishing articles about the random high school girl cheating on her boyfriend with the next door neighbor, so why should we care what happens to celebrities? What makes our idea of a celebrity a celebrity? The definition of celebrity (from the Oxford American dictionary built into my laptop) is a famous person. Don't you respect the majority of famous people? Couldn't your nobel prize winning scientist be defined as a celebrity? Why don't you read about his or her multi million dollar surgery?

I think it is the celebrities who make the most noise. People like (no offense to them) Brittney Spears, Tom Cruise, and cute bears. OK, just kidding about the bear part. They don't talk. But you knew that. Anyway, I was standing there in line, about to make an amazing discovery oabout tabloids, but then my dad said, "OK, Sarah, let's leave now." Figures.


HAHAHAHA, did I get you that time, too? I was only partially kidding arround. I still don;t know what it is about taboids that makes them so attractive, or why we want to hear about the latest Hollywood scandal. It is only depressing, in my opinion. But next tim eyou reach for that tabloid, whether it is the one that you regularly get and are loyal too, or the one that is the cheapest that you buy to prevent boredom on a quick flight, think about why you are buying it. Then come back and comment me telling me why! =P

I have made my decision.

I like blog spot, and will stay here. It seems nice. Fun. Pretty.

Good night, now. I must away to bed.

Good night, good night, parting is such sweet sorrow that I should say good night 'til it be morrow...

well now..

so so so;sdkfjahe;idfh; hahahaha, webdings. testing out blogger...seeing if I like it.

I have done a blog on myspace, but somehow I think this will be another way I can annoy my cousin when I visit her when checking stuff...and I need an outlet for stuff.

well, thankyou google for making this all possible....lol