The Burdens of Being Upright

Jul 31, 2003

"I hate cops... Driving totally reminds me of that game sharks and minnows that you used to play in the pool."

i was driving home tonight on greenbelt rd and i was singing along to a cd so i wasnt at all paying attention to how fast i was going then i see blue and red lights flashing behind me and i'm like @!#$!%@!@*@@!@ and slow down and begin to pull over and then the cop turns and i am so relieved.

sean is a brat. i was driving and he kept turning my music down and trying to change it and saying "this sucks" so i slapped him silly. i hate when people do that. its my car so you no touch.

word.

posted by sarah 1:07 AM

Jul 30, 2003

my TEEF!

i went to the dentist today and my teeth are getting crooked again so i have to wear a retainer at night. it hurts. hurts a whole lot. AHHHH. i was wandering around arundal mills today trying to find a pair of jeans. nothing. everything is either stretchy or has those stupid "pre-faded" lines or is some akward shade of greenish brown. i hate it. all i want is a pair of normal regular run of the mill jeans.even the levis outlet betrayed me. rabble rabble rabble. quiznos has such good subs. i highly suggest getting the honeymustard chicken with swiss cheese and bacon. so good. so so good. makes your breath so bad though. (i guess i'll cancel that order of onions and limberger cheese for breakfast..... heeh.... i want you inside me.) tomorrow i'm going to try and find some normal jeans again, if not i will just go on hating the world. i might go to that show at ngurmrmnbybruu cultural center. good times?

i am such the pool shark. or will be. someday.

posted by sarah 2:32 AM

Jul 28, 2003

dragstrip courage

come on baby lets kill each other/ you take one gun i'll hold the other/ if that dont work i've got the oven on/ let it preheat and then we're gone/

i want to singscreamcryshoutlaughyell for a band. i dont actually have a good voice but maybe i could trick some kids into letting me front for them. i could dance. not well. but i could try.

posted by sarah 12:49 AM

Jul 25, 2003

boys dont make passes at girls who wear glasses

when i'm in my 40s and looking back on high school, i wonder what i'll remember it for. junior year is almost here and i can only imagine what this year will hold for me. to keep with the pattern, a national crisis is in order for the fall. freshmen year was 9-11, sophomore year was the sniper, this year some tragedy needs to take place so we can have a moment of silence during the morning announcements and there will be news helicopters circling above when i walk outside after school. its just bound to happen, repetition owes it to us. maybe i'll meet some new people and have lots of fun. maybe i'll sit home every saturday night and knit. who knows. all i know is, i'm bored. i want to have fun with my friends. but none of my friends are up for fun anymore. bah. i want a boyfriend. or someone i can be comfortable with and not have to worry about everything. i want to skip ahead to that part where you can just lie on the couch and watch tv with someone and not have to talk to or entertain eachother and still enjoy the company.

posted by sarah 2:46 AM

Jul 23, 2003

"...Struggling over steep hills covered with hedgerows, trees, and generally impenetrable jungle, one of my men turned to me and pointed a hand, filled with cuts and scratches, at a rather distinguished-looking plant with soft red flowers waving gaily in the downpour and said, "that is the first plant I have seen today which didn't have thorns on it." ......It is a country of thorns and cuts, of guns and marauding, of little hope and of great failure. Yet in the midst of it all, a beautiful thought, gesture, and even person can arise among it waving bravely at the death that pours down upon it. Some day this hill will be burned by napalm, and the red flower will crackle up and die among the thorns. So what was the use of it living and being a beauty among the beasts, if it must, in the end, die because of them and with them? ......There once was a time when the Jewish idea of heaven and hell was the thoughts and opinions people had of you after you died. But what if the plant was on an isolated hill and was never seen by anyone? That is like the question of whether the falling tree makes a sound in the forest primeval when no one is there to hear it. It makes a sound, and the plant was beautiful and the thought was kind, and the person was humane, and distinguished and brave, not merely because other people recognized it as such, but because it is, and it is, and it is."

On 11 November 1966, less than three weeks after he wrote this letter to his great-aunt Mrs. Louis Adoue, Marine 2Lt. Marion Lee Kempner, from Galveston, Texas, was killed by a mine explosion near Tien Phu. After he disarmed one mine, another was tripped by one of his men. Although wounded by shrapnel, Lt. Kempner ordered the corpsman to take care of the other wounded man first. He died aboard a medevac en route to the hospital. He was 24 years old.

posted by sarah 1:51 AM

Jul 21, 2003

gun control: the theory that a woman found raped in an alley with her panty hose tied around her neck is somehow morally superior to that same woman explaining to the cops how her attacker got that gunshot wound.

my tummy hurts. i ate too much creme brulee. but using the torch to make the stuff is fun. i killed matt today. he tackled me so to get him back i pulled his hair but i accidently pulled too hard and knocked him onto the ground. then he was really mad. and i was sad. so i went and got him flowers, iced tea, gum, and one of those koffee kake things hostess makes. and i gave them to him and he was happy again. so now its all good. except my tummy still hurts. blehg.

posted by sarah 12:32 AM

Jul 16, 2003

ass-ending

yesterday i was feeling so down. so meh. now for some reason today i feel so much better. so optimistic. my ball is ascending. metaphorically. so great.

i saw the secretary. sexiest, sweetest, most disturbing love story i've ever seen. very nice. maggie gylennhaal reminds me of the grinch. her smile does anyway.

posted by sarah 11:28 PM

Jul 13, 2003

new JERKsey!

this is me and angie watching degrassi at 3 in the morning:

BAA HAA AHA A HAHAA... i thought it said 100% mittens!!!
HAAA BHABAHB HAHAA BAA HAAA

you mean like my second nipple!
BAA HAA HA AA HAAA HAA....... you're supposed to have 2!!
HAA HA HA HAA

yeah... we're obnoxious.

posted by sarah 4:29 PM

Jul 9, 2003

....i miss you.

i'm reading this book now. its a collection of letters home from viet nam soldiers. man, its good. i have to write an essay on it and take it to school in 2 weeks for next year's history class. i really need someone near me when i read. i get way to into the book and start thinking in that mode. you know. i need someone there to just. keep me grounded. but who would want to sit there and watch me read? no one. so i'll just continue getting sucked into books and walking around all starry-eyed and confused with a narrator in my head. "...as she concludes her post she realizes that her writing has gone to shit and wonders who is reading this..."

posted by sarah 1:04 AM

Jul 7, 2003

down at the roundhouse

i had forgotten to do this. these are the books i have read since last summer: (wish i had read more)

the metamorphosis
of mice and men
the good earth
frankenstein
i never promised you a rose garden
so long, and thanks for all the fish
cunt
pigs at the trough
julius ceasar
me talk pretty someday

and currently i'm reading all boys together. a reflection on various boyhood sexual encounters with.... other boys. i dont know, it was only a dollar. i thought i'd expand my mind. its actually quite good.

posted by sarah 12:21 AM

Jul 4, 2003

that sick feeling in your stomach. your eyebrows lower. and your temples turn to stone. stop reading. masochist.

posted by sarah 12:44 AM

virgin nympho

^ thats me. angie says my obsession with weapons comes from me being an aries. i wish i was a badass. i'm about as much of a badass as avril lavigne. i think i should take kickboxing classes or self-defense or fencing. you never know when you'll get in a sword fight. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm man i want a cap gun.

posted by sarah 12:39 AM