Just watch.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7X7sZzSXYs&feature=player_embedded

Today was strange.

I hung out with a bunch of new people. People I never even considered as possible friends. Well, not just friends but really close friends. The kind of people you hang out with in and outside of school. But somehow these four girls made my night. It was totally unexpected. I think back to earlier today when I almost turned their movie offer down. I'm glad I didn't.

I just found.

Fight Club fanfiction hidden on my computer? Really? REALLY? It's dated from 2008.


Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Marla’s slightly glazed over eyes watched the swirl smoke from her drag drift upwards, slowly vanishing in the soft, but cold, breeze. Well, fuck. She thought. That was the most beautiful thing she’d seen all day. Today had been just another Tuesday. Wake up. Smoke. Fall back asleep. Wake up again. Smoke. Drag self to support groups. Hang around Tyler’s. Smoke. Have sex with Tyler. Smoke. Drag self back to support groups. Go home and masturbate to Disney soundtracks. Smoke. Currently, she was enjoying one of the many scheduled smokes.

From August 9th, 2010.

I am currently sitting in my bunk, cooling off peacefully. other than the high pitch squeal of the dehumidifier and the tiny but constant fear of the upper bunk falling on top of me, I feel great. The trio has pretty much ignored me so far. Every once and I while I miss one of them but goo times, which are frequent, with Emily and Gabby wash them away.

Marching basics this morning sucked but were fun at the same time. It's nice to know what I'm doing. Being at camp makes me remember things that I wouldn't at home. When I think of band camp when I'm not AT camp I always remember the obvious things. Practice, ugh. Food, ugh. The things I forget are that after practice I'm tired and sweaty but I also feel accomplished. And the food is the kind of food that I want after being on the field for three hours. Heavy and solid. When I'm starving from working my ass of, I NEED food. Any food.

Last night's adoptions were hilarious. Gabby was betrothed to "CJ". Emily is now married to Conor. I'm in a very untraditional threesome with the lovely Arianna and the adorable Kelsey. My child's name is Maddy. She's a clarinet. I think she's scared of me but that's okay. She'll learn.

I hate sweating. I hate sleeping bags and I hate Jesus Freaks but I love band camp.

Because I'm lazy and guilty.

Three names I go by:
1. Sara.
2. Sarafina.
3. Surahh.

Three jobs I’ve had:
1. Waitress.
2. House sitter.
3. Garden Care Taker.

Three places I’ve lived:
1. Taylor, MI.
2. Riverview, MI.
3. Stormalong Harbor.

Three favourite drinks:
1. Arizona Green Tea with Apple.
2. Arizona Southern Style Sweet Tea.
3. Vanilla Silk.

Three TV shows I watch:
1. Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations.
2. Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
3. Flapjack.

Three places I’ve been recently:
1. Chopstick Inn.
2. Band Camp.
3. Right here.

Three places I’d like to visit:
1. China. All of it.
2. The Philippines.
3. Rwanda.

Three favorite old TV shows:
1. Lizzie McGuire.
2. The Powerpuff Girls.
3. Courage the Cowardly Dog.

Three favorite dishes:
1. Honey Walnut Chicken.
2. Tamales.
3. Dried Mango.

Three make-up products I cannot live without:
1. Eye liner.
2. Chap-stick.
3. Shimmer powder.

Three things I’m looking forward to:
1. Shopping for school supplies.
2. Making new friends.
3. Homecoming.

Three superpowers I wish I had:
1. Immortality.
2. Magic.
3. Did I mention that I’m Lord Voldemort?

Three places I love to shop:
1. Delias.
2. Kohl’s.
3. Borders.

Three pets you have/had and their names:
1. Isengard, my kitty.
2. Morgan Freeman, my gold fish.
3. Forrest Daniel Gump, my turtle.

Three bands/artists I’d want to see on a festival line-up:
1. Lady Gaga.
2. Ben Folds.
3. The Lonely Island.

Three favourite comfort foods:
1. Good Humor Strawberry Shortcake Ice Cream Bars.
2. Doritos.
3. Anything with melted cheese.

Three songs currently on rotation:
1. “Don’t Unplug Me.” by All Caps.
2. “King of Anything.” by Sara Bareilles.
3. “Sunshine on My Window.” by Spiderbait.

I never thought I'd hate you.

I feel betrayed.
I'm so angry.
And sad enough to puke.
This is the kind of feeling that gets people hurt.

At least I didn't kill us.

"Yeah, that's generally a positive thing." Was the response I got from my driving partner. I had my first driving session of driver's training today and it went kind of okay. Yesterday my Dad took me to a local cemetery to try driving for the first time and it was a disaster. He makes me incredibly nervous. Every time I made the tiniest mistake he'd start yelling. So when we got home I felt stupid and cried appropriately. Driving with an instructor is much easier and less creepy than driving past graves. Ya digg?

My driving partner is a guy named Mike. He's a Junior from another high school around here. I drove first and proved that I was a noob. Then he got behind the wheel and drove perfectly. An awkward conversation took place in the front while I texted in the back.

Instructor: "You've obviously done this before. Who takes you driving?"
Mike: "I usually just drive myself around."
Instructor: "....when I go up north I let my ten-year-old son drive on my lap."

Bravo. It was pretty funny. Mike is kind of "gangster" but he seems nice. We both got to sit on a stupid yellow bench while waiting for our parents to pick us up. We made fun of this man walking down the street while using a Bluetooth ear piece. Good times. Goooood times.

The weather today.

The sudden change in humidity has ruined my mood and health. I always get sinus pressure and head aches when it's suddenly humid. Blehh, people want to stay the night and all I want to do is sit in as little clothing as possible and drink green tea. I woke around noon today and played some Pokemon. I'm halfway through the Elite Four, +1 pwnage point for me. Then my Mother and Brother dragged me out of bed to go shopping. I needed some jeans.

We stopped at the pet store for cat food first. Pet stores make me all giddy and loving. I pet any animal I can get my hands on. Even the rats, which my Mom hates, get cooed at. There was a young adult cat by the name of Muffin in a cage up for adoption. I want him. Very, very much. MEOW.

Ramble, ramble, ramble. My Mom bought me sexy underwear, which was awkward but whatever. I begged for her to buy me the first season of Glee and prevailed. My Brother just went out with his evil girlfriend to look at corsages and boutineers for prom. Mrehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I wish SOMEONE would ask me to go. It's not like he has a date or anything. And jeez, I'mma frickin' Goddess. How could he NOT ask me? Pshhhh. (I hope you picked up on that heavy sarcasm.)

Welp, I'm off to watch Glee for the rest of the day and consume unnecessary calories. Yay Tuesday.

Since no one actually reads this..

I am going to confess to something. I just have to get it out. I HAVE to tell someone. I'm just so excited and proud.

Last night/early morning, I broke my first major rule in my teenage lifetime. I was originally sleeping over a friend's house with a few people. By eleven all of them were either drifting to sleep or consumed in a laptop. I was bored, to say the least. Another friend started to text me, text me about going bowling. Bowling is one of my ultimate weaknesses. If you happen to be a semi-attractive male who enjoys literature AND bowling, I will marry you. ANYWAY, I summoned up as much courage as I could and typed "Sure? I'll go." The deed was done. I had just made a major decision. From being a good daughter, who's never done anything wrong except the occasional lie and back talking, to the SUPAH DANGEROUS REBEL BAMF!!!!

I stole a pair of my friend's jeans and asked two of the boy's to unlock the front door at 1:40 so I could get back into the house. My rebellious behavior provoking friend picked me up. I had on jeans, socks and my pajama shirt. We were off to the lanes where we would be meeting a certain friend who happens to be a clever and attractive boy (a second weakness of mine) for an hour of bowling. We ended up staying much, much longer than that. I called the sleepy people and said I'd just be going home, feigning sick. They understood and I arrived at my humble abode at 2:23 am. I showered and then fell asleep. I FEEL SO EMPOWERED! I SNUCK OUT OF A HOUSE! APORIUIDJFNAJSDHASUDSAIXOKAMNDWYRIUASDAPOSDJKWCNMWA*UUXOIDNMASDOC. :D

Urghghghghghhhhhh

Life is poop. 'Nuff said.

I just feel like typing...

I'll probably stop this half way through and end up deleting it. Woo, optimism!

Tonight was a good tonight. (Thank you, BEP) I went bowling with my best friend and her boyfriend. I bowled a pretty bad first game, 112. But then I got a 160 followed by a 148. So, that's pretty awesome. I have a meet tomorrow and hopefully it won't be a total disaster. We then ventured to the local Chinese restaurant. It's tiny and fantastic. Many dirty jokes took place. We also pretended to be southern pagent Moms from Toddlers and Tiaras. We're winners.

I'm currently painting my nails pale pink, listening to The Killers and checking Facebook every six seconds to see if anyone liked or commented my clever post. They probably won't. I usually don't watch the Super Bowl. Bahaha, I just realized that I was bowling when the Super Bowl started. Ohh, word play. I do, however, like muscular men in tight pants. Yum.

Ramble, ramble, ramble. I should check the laundry and see if my uniform's clean. Actually, I think it's in the hamper next to me, full of dirty clothes. Awesome. Yeah, I just checked and it was. It's all wrinkled and smells gross. Ew. My Dad's not going to be happy. Having to clean a bowling uniform during half time. Oh garsh, I'm just a fun-sucker, huh?

Woo, we made it! I finished a blog. Celebrations are in order.