January 2010
Ha!
The movie starts in half an hour. This means that midnight will come and go, and I won’t even notice.
I beat the system! NICE.
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BRB rocking down to Electric Avenue.
Not sure what I’m doing after that though.
Phase 1 of NYE complete.
I took a nap while wearing a cardigan sweater and boxer shorts. I have bitchin’ nap hair. I will now drink a soda.
WHOA. CAN YOU HANDLE THIS?
Sometimes I just sit here and think about how much...
Who?
Steve Winwood, OBVIOUSLY.
December 2009
A year.
It was weird, it was hard, I was uncertain.
It got less weird, it got easier, I am certain.
You helped. Thanks. <3
PEACE THE SPORK OUT, 2009.
A decade.
Started college, abandoned degree, started another program, graduated from college, moved out of my parents house, got jobs, left jobs, got better jobs, went to Australia, stopped playing music, started writing, started a blog, saw Pierce Brosnan on the street, lost touch with friends, made new friends, said goodbye to the new friends, made more new friends, started liking beer and wine, started...
I have never watched Golden Girls.
frageelaytwit:
But if we want to analyze which M*A*S*H or Cheers character we are, I’m your girl.
I took a quiz on the Internet once and it told me I was a Klinger. I *do* know how to accessorize…
MIKE IS TOTALLY A BLANCHE.
Bee! More than one Rose is totally fine. You know, I always thought I was maybe a Sophia, but then I remembered how excited I get about things like toast (FUCKYEAHTOAST!) so that pretty much says it all.
I'm watching a Golden Girls marathon and it has...
I am totally a Rose. Totally.
So, any of you gonna need a roommate in 30 years? Something tells me I’ll be available.
BAHAHAHA!
He burped, which made me snort laugh, which made the other one yell out, “OHHHHHHH YEAH.”
I hope we never stop acting like 5 year olds.
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Look on the bright side.
I am tired. I feel like I am the size of a whale. There is a great possibility that I may actually throw up at some point today.
BUT… if I actually DO throw up, I have this sweet new toothbrush in my desk so I can get rid of the vomit breath. Yay!
Sometimes you sleep for 10 hours and wake up...
Sometimes you catch the bus right away. Sometimes it is totally empty, so you get your pick of seats.
Aaaaaaaaand sometimes as soon as you sit down, you realize that you totally forgot to brush your teeth. GROSS.
*facepalm*
BRB buying a toothbrush.
It is 11pm EST.
Which means it is time for me to go to sleep.
Yeah, I know I live on the west coast. Yeah, I know I’ve never even been in that time zone. Yeah, I know it is only 8pm here. THIS IS JUST HOW I ROLL, ALRIGHT? EASTERN STANDARD TIME, YO. THUG LIFE.
Hi Jason! Hi Beth!
Are you on the plane right now? That is crazy. WE LIVE IN THE FUTURE! I like plane rides. I’m going on one soon. Hooray!
I may have just eaten a great deal of sugar. Wheeeee! I still have chocolate left. OMG. I can feel my eyes breathing. HAHA!
Anyway, have fun on your plane ride. Enjoy your snacks!
Your pal,
Sarah
"WHOOOOOOA, MINT."
These are the things you say out loud rather enthusiastically to yourself when you are living life on the edge by eating chocolates SANS MAP.
SANS MAP, YOU GUYS.
Thug life.
Rawr!
Bears are my favourite animals because GOOD GOD, WHY WOULDN’T YOU WANT TO SLEEP ALL WINTER??? They are geniuses.
Revision.
I need to add something to my goal for next year. Along with being happy, I would also like to be less jumpy because THE EMAIL NOTIFICATION SOUND ON THE IPHONE IS NOT THAT LOUD BUT YEAH I JUST HAD A SMALL HEART ATTACK.
Man alive.
"Get out! Get out now! Leave! Before it's too...
Was I:
a) telling a friend to leave a strange religious cult
OR
b) telling myself to stop looking at the J. Crew website?
Good morning. Thanks for being you.
When I checked my email this morning I found something wonderful. Someone I don’t know and have never had any contact with before sent me a note. A note just to tell me that they enjoy the crazy things I write and to thank me for putting it all on the Internet.
I never know quite how to respond to things like this. Sometimes I don’t say anything, because I don’t know what to...
Need to sleep well so you can get up early in the...
Easy. Just eat 3 small pieces of fudge, a handful of jelly beans and drink a glass of ginger ale right before you go to bed.
WHY DO I HATE MYSELF? WHY?
Ohhhhhhhh tummy. SUGARRRRRRRRR!
My hair hurts.
Hair shouldn’t be that tall. It’s just not natural.
WatchAfter having lunch and drinking champagne at a fancy restaurant, one should be sure to maintain high levels of maturity when discovering unusual things in the restroom.
It is Monday.
HOLIDAY! CELEBRATE!
No work for me today. YAY!
THE SOUND OF MUSIC IS ON TV!!!
I AM WEARING FUNNY SOCKS! LIFE IS AWESOME!
Sarah! San Francisco. Sourdough toast.
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Let’s have a toast tweet-up!
HECK. YES.
OMG YOU LIKE TOAST TOO???
We were meant to be, you and I.
HAHAHA. I may have just snort-laughed.
That just might have been the most delicious toast...
Toast is so goooooooood.
I took a nap.
When I woke up, the sun was shining through the window. It was shining right on my face. It was like a warm blanket.
You see, I live in a basement suite. We don’t have many windows. I’m rarely home during the day. This hasn’t happened to me in years. YEARS. It is quite possibly my favourite thing ever.
Oh, sleep.
I went to bed at around 12:30 last night. I fell asleep right away. I slept the whole night through. THE WHOLE. NIGHT. THROUGH.
I didn’t wake up 17 times. Just once. When I was ready to do so. It was really rather lovely.
I never go anywhere.
Which is why I have never owned a suitcase.
Until today! I just bought one. I decided to get the biggest size they had. That way I can stick one of you in there to bring home with me. YAY!
Why that was the wierdest Christmas ever.
The first phone call we got yesterday morning was from my dad’s brother. He told my dad that their aunt had died. Her kids had gone to wake her up for present opening and they found her. They couldn’t wake her up. ON CHRISTMAS MORNING. WTF??
So all day it was really strange. We were having fun, but then we would think about it and feel sad. Super weird.
Then later that afternoon my...
A new tradition.
Daddy-daughter Jager shots, apparently. GOOD LORD.
I wrote a song about it. It goes like this:
Oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. My my my Jagerface my my Jagerface.
It looks much like the Buckley’s cough medicine face.
Whoa.
