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[30 Jul 2004|02:33am] |
I can't believe you fuckers. I KNOW more of you have to at least SORT of like me, otherwise why did you add me the first time? Shit!
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[23 Jul 2004|11:17am] |
Pooooosting this again:
I got a different journal. Like I do every 8 months or so.
___fuckingwreck
So...add me. If you think I'm worth it.
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[20 Feb 2004|06:54pm] |
So, I got rid of all the crappy retards on my friends list.
I'm sort of sorry if you were one of those crappy people.
But in reality, I'm not really sorry.
xo
Sarah
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[20 Feb 2004|06:46pm] |
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Bobby's home.
I went to his house at 1pm with Kiwi, and we drove to the funeral. We rehearsed. We sang. I just got back from the reception. Kiwi and Taylor are coming over.
Last night was Gradie's. I saw Chelsea! Then Grant and Hayley came over and we made pancakes. Then we watched Sixteen Candles and Dustin came over.
T and K are here.
Bye.
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Okay, so me and Taylor and Kiwi and Risa all went to Seattle to do Kiwi and I's annual photoshoot for the website.
Before we left, I went and crawled in bed with Dustin and woke him up, and we watched the showcase showdown on the Price Is Right. Pure heaven.
We went up to Seattle and took a shitload of photos, ate at Red Robin and had a waitor named Keanu. Obviously, we took advantage of that. This one chick who likes Odd Todd gave us "We ID people 39 1/2 and over!" pins. Mine says "Josiah". Then we went at fed the birds..it was insane. I'll post pictures later.
We went into the pirate shop and some vintage clothing stores, and of course ended up in Starbucks, yelling, "I'm Rick James, BIOTCH!"
We came home and ate dinner and Taylor played guitar for a long time and we all sang. It was like frigging summer camp. He knew Bright Eyes, which was exciting. I'm gonna miss him when he goes back to New York on Saturday. That's too soon.
The highlight of the day was when we were eating lunch and all trading snaps, and Charissa called Kiwi Black History Month.
"That's too motherfuckin' bad, motherfucker!"
xo
Sarah
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[18 Feb 2004|12:40am] |
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Tonight was terrible, and I thank God that everything turned out okay.
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[17 Feb 2004|02:02pm] |
I've got a favor to ask.
I'm making my journal Friends Only, because I don't like the fact that random people can read my journal. Especially creepy ones that think I steal their boyfriends, when I don't.
SO...if one of you nice people with a decent photo editing program (*cough*Sara,Ryan,Johnny,Michel*cough*) wants to make me a cool "Friends Only: Comment to be added." banner to put in my info...it would be greatly appreciated, and I'd sing your praises across the nation for the rest of time.
Thank you.
xo.
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[17 Feb 2004|12:07pm] |
Oh yeah.
My sister's getting married.
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[17 Feb 2004|01:03am] |
Last night I went with Phillip, Nathan, Kiwi, Charlotte and Taylor to the mountains. We made a fire in the snow and cooked wieners and marshmallows. Then we came home and watched "Once Apon A Time In Mexico", which pissed me off. Of all the fucking eyes in the world, why would they choose Johnny Depp's to take out?!
Today we drove for eleventy-million hours to Yakima to watch All-State. It was fun. I ate a lot of cheese crackers and drank a lot of soda.
I got home and decided that I didn't want to be home, so I went to Denny's and hung out with Grant and Hayley. Then this guy I hate showed up, so we left. I met Travis at Starbucks and we had a nice chizzat. We made our coffees hump each other.
I came home and talked to Dustin for awhile, and now I'm ready for sleep.
Goodnight.
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[15 Feb 2004|01:02am] |
V-day was sweet.
Hangin' out with Hayley, going to Oldschool Pizza and Grant's show with Dustin, and SNL.
Dustin got me a lot of awesome shiot. This is true. And he's mine.
I'm tired.
I wanna hang out with Taylor, that is if I can pry him from Kiwi's death grip.
xoxo
Sarah
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[14 Feb 2004|12:58am] |
In my own mindI am the only one who can see the big picture. To escape the big picture, you have to zoom out. But it sure feels like no one I know can figure out how to do that; they are focused on these stupid things. These problems...they are meaningless.
Zoom the fuck OUT.
Monet. Monet knew all about it, whether he realized it or not.
I mean...fuck. Have you seen "Waterlilies"? Up close...nothing but blurs, overlapping tones and textures, primary colors and complimentary colors all smudged and swept across a blank canvas, all pieces of a puzzle that doesn't make any fucking sense. Until you take a step back. Everything falls into place. Everything. Orange and purple smudges become petals. Green and yellow become leaves. Blue and green...water.
This is one giant richter scale. And maybe for you, we've reached a high point. 4.5, 7.3, 9.2. Whatever. It will end. And those stupid things...they will be nothing.
I could break every one of your fingers if I really wanted to. But if you put your fingers together to form I fist, I could not break it. Because they all make the bigger picture.
Oh, life's just a fucking bowl of cherries.
Goodbye.
xo
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I'm making people Valentines!
So far I'm only done with Kiwi's. It's got a Golden Girls theme. The inside has a picture of Blanche, saying, "Girl you ain't had nothin' till you've had my miracle-whip!".
Tahahaha.
I'm making Taylor one too since he is flying in from NY tonight! I'm so freaking stoked to see him. He's going to school with Ki-Wizzle tomorrow. I think I will make his Valentine with a Who's the Boss, or Different Strokes theme.
Dustin's...well, it's just gonna have to be pretty fucking awesome.
I was talking to Jon on the phone earlier and he was all moody because he hates doing dishes, so I came over and helped him dry, and then we ate cup noodles and watched part of The Ring.
Off to Open Mic (Or lack thereof). Todd says something about an "outside party"?
xo
Sarah
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[11 Feb 2004|08:56pm] |
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To "Kara", the girl who hates me even though I don't know her:
Well, this is getting a bit rediculous, don't you think?
I'm kind of shocked, frightened, and angered by your behavior, and the vicarious and hostile attitude that I've recieved from you through other people. Namely Ben, who is one of my best and closest friends. He is like a brother to me. I would take a bullet for him, and it was not particularly easy for me to sit there and listen to him tell me that you kept making rude comments about me, because you have this crazy notion that we are romantically involved.
Well, to satisfy your morbid curiosity, no, Ben and I are not involved. I have a boyfriend whom I care about very much. However, this does not negate the fact that I love Ben very much, and I sure don't appreciate you making him feel bad, as well as dragging ME into this whole mess as well, when I obviously had nothing to do with it. Any wrong I did was all a fabrication of your mind.
As for your accomplices that have apparently been reporting to you stories of me being "all over" Ben at certain times, like the show at Club Adrian...well, that's just sad. If I feel like being affectionate toward Ben, I will do it anytime I damn well please.
Also, the fact that you supposedly read my Livejournal (hence the purpose of me writing this note in here) thoroughly creeps me out. Who knows HOW you possibly got my username. And the fact that you have it leads me to believe that you spent some time investigating it...which creeps me out even more. I find it extremely pathetic that you would go to such lengths as to dig into my life, or at least my journal, no doubt in hopes of finding some shred or proof that I was the reason that your relationship with Ben was terminated, thus justifying your blaming me. Whether it was yours or Ben's fault, it certainly was not mine.
Not to mention the fact that somehow, one of your friends, or some random person thought it would be just a super-fantastic idea to get on the internet and pretend to be me. What the hell is this, the 6th grade? It really irritates me that even your friends are all in on this. The fact that one of them would take the time to try and mess some stuff up. But I assure you, the fact that you and some of your "friends" think I'm a bitch or a slut or perhaps another choice name, doesn't bother me in the least.
I think it's fascinating and humorous that you would have such distaste for a person you don't know, have never met, and certainly have no room to judge based on the little knowledge you have obtained about them through another person. Why has this whole thing been blown to such proportions? Is it really such a big deal? Don't you think it's been over-dramatized?
In conclusion; This really must end. I don't have the patience, or the time for stupid games about who did what, and who's jealous over who and all this absurd and catty CRAP that's been going on lately. For some reason, you're trying to make it seem like I snuck in between the two of you and lured Ben away. Which I, Ben, and certainly even someone as delusional YOU must realize is utter bullshit. Please, try to grow up. And let it go. In a year, this will be of no importance to you. Until then, leave my name out of this. You are not a part of my life, nor am I a part of yours.
-Sarah
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[09 Feb 2004|10:21pm] |
This definately made my week:
TomorrowIsOver: and thats why you are such a rad friend
TomorrowIsOver: you are one of the few good, honest, trust-worthy people
TomorrowIsOver: you rock
Thanks, Grant. I feel the same way. Ü
Today my sister and I were talking about our need to bake on the way home in the car. We got into the house and discovered a note on the counter our mother had written, next to two sticks of butter that read, "Make cookies". Sometimes I really do believe in psychics.
Travis is going to help me with my quest for fun and spontaneity this weekend. There will be great pictures.
Today I woke up Dustin at around 10, and we watched the Price Is Right. Then we ate cup noodles. I never grow tired of those things. After school, being the dork that I am, I went to the library as usual. I picked up a lot of movies that my family likes, and some CDs...Sleater-Kinney, some older Jimmy eat World, Elvis Costello, and Sonic Youth. I FINALLY took Steve's movies back to Jon's, and then got Katy and came home and made cookies. They turned out okay, but the process was somewhat of a disaster.
I fell asleep at 5, and woke up at 9:30.
And now I guess I'm going back to sleep.
xo
Sarah
P.S. Another awesome thing:
coldextremities: ...and you know what i don't get?
coldextremities: i think that premature ejaculation doesn't exist
coldextremities: i think it is something they invented to put in movies to embarass guys
robots are tight: hahaaaaaaa
robots are tight: I know a guy who can't get it up
coldextremities: that is a real problem
coldextremities: but i talking premature ejaculation
robots are tight: But that may be because he whacks it like crazy
robots are tight: I dont THINK I know of anyone with that problem
coldextremities: i think it is fake
robots are tight: Maybe you're just so studly that it's hard for you to imagine not being able to "deliver".
coldextremities: maybe, but still it doesn't seem logical
coldextremities: if it ever happened to me i would laugh, and feel relieved that it wasn't something made up
coldextremities: but it never will
robots are tight: HAHAHAHA
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[08 Feb 2004|02:24am] |
Oh, and happy birthday to Nate.
There is this community, called "too much scene" or something like that. It's fucking pathetic. It's a bunch of materialistic fucks that rate each other on appearance and how many white belts/aviators/tight button-up shirts/polka-dot dresses/hair-in-face photos they have. It makes me want to freaking puke.
You damned snobs.
Get a fucking life.
LOVE, Sarah.
P.S. Idiot Pilot is sasssssssyyyyy.
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[08 Feb 2004|01:39am] |
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I haven't felt like I did in a long time.
I just felt so good, and I couldn't feel how cold the air was that was coming through my open windows, or the raindrops landing on my face from the open sunroof. I just remember driving way too fast, and the sky turning pink, and the trees turning black and this funny feeling in my stomach and my music up as loud as my ears could take. Sometimes I go crazy. But in a good way. The best way. I don't care if no one understands it, because when it happens, I understand it perfectly.
And after all that, Dustin and I went to see Idiot Pilot and The Dolls at the EMP. And it was cool, but I still like being alone with him best.
I need to keep up my journals, because I have to remember all of these things when I'm older so that I won't forget what being 17 and crazy was like.
xoxo
Sarah
P.S. Graham has the chicken pox. Bummer.
P.P.S. I swear, that Steve guy looks familiar.
Who would've guessed
She dances like a teacup
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Hey, guys. I decided that Gradie's needed a community. Please join it.
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Remember...to post entries in the community, you have to JOIN it. Those of you who have only listed it in your friends list won't be able to post.
xoxo
Sarah
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[03 Feb 2004|08:07pm] |
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My life is a wonderful thing. And I've never been happier.
Dustin and I went to Federal Way to visit Sara and Aaron at Taco Del Mar, and we ate and talked for awhile until he had to go to work. He makes me happy. Ü
After that, being the nerd that I am, I went to the library of course. I got more CDs: Pulp, The New Amsterdams, and Squirrel Nut Zippers (score).
I put some films on hold, including a few that Travis recommended. They should arrive in a few days.
I'm so happy that I'm getting back into my reading habits. I've always been a huge bookworm, but that had been on hold for awhile when life got so busy toward the end of last year. I'm back to my tendancies of reading 3 or 4 books all at the same time. It just works well that way. And the sick thing is is that I get school CREDIT for doing what I love.
I forgot to mention, for lunch I ate at Subway with Kara and Charissa. Kara has been having such a terrible time lately...someone close to her has died on or near the same date for the past 3 months. First it was her 4 year old cousin, who drowned in a pool after being neglected by her stepfather, second was her female youth leader that died of cancer, and last night it was her OTHER male youth leader that was shot 3 times and killed by a man that intended to kill someone else when the youth leader stepped in the way to protect him. On top of all that, her parents managed to forget her birthday. Poor girl. All I can do is hug her and promise that it will be alright.
Anyway, after lunch today I met friends at Starbucks (my life is so predictable), and got our fixes.
I wrote a 4-page letter to Bobby today in theatre, and I'll have to call him and get his address to send it.
My mother commented tonight and has been all week that I seem so happy lately, and I've been more pleasant to live with too. No more yelling and screaming, short tempers and harsh words. And this makes me so...happy...I know I've used that term a lot in this entry, but no other words describe it. I always thought that the word "happy" was something false, and emotion brought on by material and shallow things. But it really isn't. The fact that I'm making life a bit easier for my mother makes me happy because I've always been stubborn and hot-headed, and for some odd reason, I'm not anymore.
Maybe this medication is actually doing something good to me. Instead of making me a zombie like the others before it, it seems to be balancing everything out, maximizing my good qualities and calming that bad ones. Rad.
I just finished watching "The Uninvited". Man, I forgot how stupid that movie is.
xo
Sarah
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[02 Feb 2004|06:24pm] |
Last night was a bit crazy, but things seem to be alright now.
Today after school I went to return things from the library, and pick up some things I had on hold. I got 2 Chuck Palahniuks, and 3 films, "A Streetcar Named Desire", "The Uninvited" which I've already seen, and "Ma Vie En Rose".
After that, I went to get coffee with Dustin. We talked about things for awhile until he had to go to work. It wasn't long enough.
I watched "Ma Vie En Rose" already, and I have to say, it was quite strange (hah, french movies usually are). It was about a little boy that wanted to be a girl, and actually becomes convinced that he is one.
Krystyna's boyfriend Jay (who rules) interns at Dead Teenager Records and got Todd and I all this swag. I've already gotten 4 CDs, Angry Amputees and The Real Mackenzies and The Eight Bucks Experiment, and passes to Zeke shows and stickers and whatnot, and there is apparently more coming...what a killer boy.
That is all.
xo
Sarah
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