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Sarah's back, bitches.
And I like saying bitches.
If you want to know what I've been doing, go watch I love the 90's on your tevo. Everything else is simply unknown.
Call me, everybody, at X Sar owns All. Bther me until I die. I'm in dire need of some human interaction. Now I'm off to bug Robin and Sarah.
Later, babies.
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[02 Aug 2004|07:56am] |
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Ugh. I promise I will continue to get more and more active until I'm back to my boring old self. Really, I promise.
And I owe Pierre a beaver.
x Sarah
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[27 Jun 2004|09:38am] |
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I'm always so tired. But maybe that's because I was woken up at five-thirty in the morning by Sarah looking for her stupid Mest CD. I had it, of course, so she took it from my CD player and started yelling at me to clean my room. So I cleaned my room, just for Sarah, then tried to go back to bed, but my grandma called. There's nothing like your eighty year grandma calling at six in the morning to wish you a happy birthday a whole three weeks before your actual birthday.
I still don't know why Sarah had me clean my room though. Maybe because she knew I had basically all of her CDs on my floor somewhere, or she was looking for her shirt.. which, again, I took.
And now I'm lonely, because Sarah's in Washington State right now, doing something for her college. Like I said, that whole thing's just not for me.
I promised my phone'll be on more, so maybe I shoudl turn it on, eh?
Sar-Bear
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[17 Jun 2004|11:13pm] |
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Will you be my punk rock princess? I can be your garage band king.
What a bad ass song. Only bad part about it is it makes me want a boyfriend or atleast a one night stand really bad. I haven't had either of those in such a long time.
Sarah's going off on some lame thing for college, and me.. well.. I kinda gave up on the whole school deal a little while ago. It's just not for me, and, I really don't even need it. I realized what I have is already enough, and I don't want to spend the first twenty-four years of my life worrying about the next exam, or a lecture coming into town. So I just decided fuck it.
Well, despite what I've said in the last few entries. Mind you they were promising to be around more, yet this is the first entry I've made in forever. I may not be around as much as I used to. I've got alot of my life to think about right now, and to tell you the truth, it sucks. Hard.
So besides that, I know of a few people I've been dying to get in touch with, and my phone'll be on more, I promise, so you people, call. I can't do the whole dial the number thing. Dakota, Sasha, Amy, Ryan: you guys are a few people I want to talk to. Of course, until then, all I really have to say is;
I'm back.
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[17 May 2004|09:49pm] |
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Where have I been these past few, what is it, weeks?
Yet, my phone's been on. And who has called me.. Sasha. That's basically it. Actually, she's the only person, and I actually called her. Well don't I feel oh so special. A said Ryan needs to turn his phone on when mine is. I haven't talked to him for a while. So does Sarah and Joe and anybody else that I talk to.
And anyways, I'm going down to California for a while, my birthday is in four days, and yeah. Some friends are flying me down so they can drag me to the beach and I can get burned by the sun again. Then it'll slowly turn into a tan, and just when I'm loving it, I peel. I don't tan, ever. I need to get some of that tan-in-a-can. Or something, i don't know. But afterwards I'm going to visit Sasha and what's his butt with Sarah. Supposedly their planning on 26 kids? Somebody's going to be busy these next thirty some odd years.
Sar
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[05 May 2004|10:11pm] |
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Damn The OC and all it's creators.
-How's Seth going to get anywhere on the 'Summer Breeze'? Won't he, like, flip over?
-I bet you Teresa isn't pregnant, or it's Eddies.
-Ryan left!? And poor depressed Seth gave him the cold finger.
-Leave it to Marissa to get back-assward drunk, pass out on her balcony, tumble down the roof, and fall into the pool and piss of her mom. Okay, it was only one drink, but couldn't you picture that?
-Summer should be pregnant. They keep bringing up the 'bad sex' thing.
-I cried.
I have more, but all I do is nag. Nag nag nag nag nag.
Now about me;
I know I said I'd be around a lot more, but lately all I've done is lurk. No updates or anything. But, I'm happy Sarah's back, and I'm back, and Cindy's living with us again, and yeah. She got a cat, so I spray painted him green because it's my favorite colour and I absolutely hate white. It never stays clean, so why should a cat's fur change? We named him Parker, because he walks, and then all of a sudden stops, right infront of you, and you fall. Sarah calls him Tripper. So the cat has two names.
I'm probably, most likely, going to go visit Sasha and David (oo-la-la) in London, with Sarah.
God, me and Sarah do everything together, I've just realised. I need to get a life. Or a boyfriend. Either would make her and I less lover-ish. That seems weird to say.
Sar-Bear.
P.s. I need to look up a fewe words. Remind me next time we run into each other.
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[23 Apr 2004|03:11pm] |
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I haven't been around lately. I have to apologize for that, to people who care. I'll be aound alot more, now. I just needed a little bit of time away from everything going on.
Haha. Drama Sarah. One of my many moods. Well, I gave everybody a little break from my drama, and I'm back now.
So, everybody except for 'the guys'. Too many of them, not naming them, besides 'the guys' or 'Yellowcard'. I bugged them alot. About the T.V channels, radio stations, and dish doing, and other things.
It was fun, I'm home now.
You know what I've noticed...music videos don't make sence. Love ones should be about love. Breaking up should be about breaking up. Shakin' should be about shakin'. And so on and so fourth.
Some people..
-Sar
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[14 Apr 2004|05:14pm] |
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I get the feeling I'll never be allowed near a Delta airlines plane again. I got a little..sick, on my flight. I hate planes. Anyways, I just barely made it to the bathroom. It was on the connecting flight, and I was already sick, and we hadn't even taken off yet, the pilot wouldn't get out of my way, so I had to push past him ["Hold on ma'am" wasn't going to stop my stomach], and I tried my best, but I sorta got the flight attendant.
Dude, I should have puked on the pilot. He wouldn't be saying "Hold on ma'am" anymore.
So, they made me sit in the very back, next to this old woman, who rubbed my back for me. That and, almost everybody gave me their barf bags. Needless to say, I spent most of my flight in the bathroom, slept while we were landing, and felt better as soon as I got off. Of course, that's how my body works. Dammit.
So, anyway, I'm here now. Still worried about Sarah, though. She still hasn't shown up or called, and I feel like, lame for worrying so much, but, knowing Sarah....She did manage to get kicked out of London. That's a big accomplishement for most people. You can never under estimate the levels of shit Sarah can get herself into. I think I might have mom file a missing person's report for her.
She's always wanted to be on a milk carton.
Sare
-I got the Maroon 5, Eisley, and Used CDs today. All kind of different. Whatever.
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[13 Apr 2004|09:44am] |
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Man, I had fun last night.
Ryan's really concerned with what I think of Kim, and I don't get it. I think she's a great person, really cool. At first, last night, I thought she didn't want me being there, and I didn't know what was going on, so I asked Ryan, and he told me. Then Kim pulled me aside and said she felt like I didn't like her. Weird, huh? We both thought the same thing. Well, we talked, it was a good talk, and figured out that we both thought the same thing. Were concerned with the same thing. We both think we'll be good friends. Plus, any kids, I'm the godmother. And I'm a brides maid if there's a wedding. [If you're going to have kids, guys, there'd better be a wedding.] I'll just lay that out for you two, ahead of time. :D .
Other news, haha. Sarah's still gone. She said she'd be back in about a week, but damn! A week's too long without Sarah Madden. The whole point of me coming home before heading to Ryan's was to clear things up with Sarah about whatever was going on in her life. She's not here, her phones never on. Where the fuck are you, Sarah?
*Sar-Bear
I'd better get packing. I'm leaving tomorrow.
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[10 Apr 2004|02:21pm] |
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I am stupid. But everyone knew that. Is it Saturday or Sunday? If it's Saturday, easter's tomorrow and ghetto is a mind set. Yo. If it's Sunday, Happy Easter. I really haven't been keeping track of the days. Too hard.
I'm going home on...Monday I think it is. London's been great. So much fun. Even though I haven't heard a word from Sarah and Cindy's called me every day, so early in the morning here. I guess Sarah's somewhere in Newyork, or Michigan. Who knows. Who cares, for all that matter? She's a big girl. She'll find a way to take care of herself. Maybe I should stop worrying. I'm like her mom, or something. This brings me to me and Cindy's last conversation.
( ICollapse )
Sometimes, I forget, I'm not her mother. That and, it was just a random question.
Thank you, whoever sent me the CD full of random songs. I've had 'It's Tricky' stuck in my head all day.
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[03 Apr 2004|06:31am] |
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( You'v got to be kidding me.Collapse )</p>
I haven't laughed so hard since I was a little boy girl. Haha. I'm laughing again because I almost put girl. Ohmigod! Boy!
I'm going, flying to London today. To go see Sasha. She wants me to since Sarah's gone, Cindy's busy with school, and she's stuck in London. It'll be fun. The only other place besides California (many different spots) is Pheonix, for my grandpa's funeral. So I've hardly left Waldorf, let alone the country. This is big for me. I've already packed and everything.
||Scribbles a note out for Sarah and Cindy, assuming she'll be gone when they get back.||
Sarah and Cindy,
I went down to London for a week or so, I'm not really sure how long. I'm going to figure a few things out, with Sash. Boy problems. Boring stuff to you guys. Well, don't freak out, Sarah, because this is the part where you always freak out and call the police and tell them I've been kidnapped and raped. Don't do that. I'll call Cindy as soon as I get there to tell her the number of where I'm staying and shit.
Sarah
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[01 Apr 2004|08:02pm] |
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This is worst that I thought.
I think I'm pregnant.
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[31 Mar 2004|02:52pm] |
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Sarah es muy aborrido y horny.
That means, yes, I am bored, and horny, and actually, not too ashamed.
Sometimes I run, sometimes I cry... Since she's gone, I stole all of Sarah's CDs. And I'm listening to them. Out of pure boredom. HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME!!! A little Britney sometimes is good for a person.
Now if I could get up and start dancing, that would be...awsome.
That reminds me, I don't think I announced that I'm almost totally able to walk on my own, without ANYTHING! I have one of those old people walkers, and I'm doing okay with it. I just have to sit down and rest alot more than most people. My doctor says I was a little too hasty getting this far so fast, and I should probably stay in a wheelchair, but I'm tired of sitting 24/7. He may be right, but oh well. After I'm officialy walking, I get a cane, like an old person. Joy?
Well, I'm off to convince Cindy that the worlds not over just because nobody's on AIM. She's banging her head on the desk and crying. I decided not to ask. Again.
*Sare-Bear
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[30 Mar 2004|06:38am] |
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This is lame. Sarah's gone. What a copy cat. Well, I guess I'll plan on not being here when she gets back. Cindy's going back to her mom's, and I'm just going to take turns between my mom's house, 'Resa's house, and Cindy and her mom's house. I know it's lame, but I can't really take care of myself right now. Sarah did that for me, and now she's missing.
Maybe I should file a report.
Actually, you know what? I've decided, just now, that I'll stay here, at my house, and attemp the impossible. If need be, I'll call Cindy back over, or my mom.
*Sare-Bear
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[29 Mar 2004|05:48pm] |
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This is so un-fair and un-cool.
I feel Unned.
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[25 Mar 2004|09:25am] |
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Sorry, Sarah. I'm a bitch. I know it, actually.
I'll give you a break from my drama as soon as I can get onto my feet again. Still not sure where I'll be heading to. Maybe I'll just go stay with Pierre's cousin, that Sarah. There's too many of us. Sarah's. Ugh! So, I may just go stay with her in Canada, or I don't know.
For now, I'm going to stay with my mom. Just until Monday. She's forced me to do it. So, I'm here, waiting for her to come pick me up.
I'm going to fast into things. This'll slow me down.....mom's here.
*Sar-Bear
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[20 Mar 2004|06:41pm] |
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Sarah's having her party right now. And Cindy's really drunk and dancing topless on the coffee table Sarah scooted to the side of the room. It's amusing, but I decided to have some quiet time in my room. I was going to stay with my mom, but I decided I didn't trust people partying at my house without supervision. Even though I'll probably end up getting drunk and finding random bruises on my body and my wheel chair in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. Dear God, I hope not though.
I watched Spy Kids Three today. <i> OUT OF BOREDOM</i>. Not by choice. I felt sorry for the grandpa, because he's stuck in a wheel chair and he has been for thirty years, and he'll never get out. I cried. I guess it sounds cheesey, but I've become more emotional towards cripples ever since...y'know.
Well. I should probably go get Kenny off of Cindy now. Or maybe Sarah away from the window. She's drunk and she's fallen out of windows before.
*Sare-Bear
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[19 Mar 2004|10:00pm] |
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Okay. Someone choose the three icons I should use for now!
( MeCollapse )
(.S. I know that some of the icons are of Michelle (plays Dawn on Buffy), but oh well. She looked like the girl I already had icons of.)
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[19 Mar 2004|07:09pm] |
I won Ryan, but then I gave the left side of him to Sasha. Another stupid thing me and Sash do in our spare time: Fight over random people we both know. Sorry Ryan, you were our victim this time. I have the right side of you. One eye. One Arm. One Leg. A half of your nose. One ear. A half of your hair. And halfs of many other things.
Sasha: THANK YOU!! That's all I have to say. Can't wait for you 'arrival'. We can sit around. Call and harass people. Do nothing. Run/Roll around the apartment building, screaming insanities. You name it, we do it!
I've got nothing else to say.
*Sare-Bear
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