"Aww, my Sarahs."

I am plural apparently.

I got out of the shower earlier and put so much gel in my hair to keep it tame that it's nearing crunchy. That's just gross for a girl. Speaking of gross, I am listening to the Grosse Point Blank soundtrack. I adore it. And my myspace music is the Violent Femmes, "Blister in the Sun." I think that is one of my all-time favorite songs. That and "Ain't No Mountain."

Stephanie moved in yesterday without a hitch, and I didn't even have to do much work. Her friends like me, and we're getting along fantastically. I warned her about the snoring, and she said that she started to giggle when I did fall asleep. "Well, it was just funny!" Her taste in music makes up for anything bad I might find out about her along the way--it is nearly the same as mine. Just about everything--with the minor exception of rap. We can tolerate, but beyond that, nuh uh. We only seem to be in the room at the same time when we're sleeping. *shrug* I'm sure that will change here pretty soon.

I just realized I have a lot of stuff to do here in the next few weeks. I took care of my application and references for preview guide--Nonn and Jarvis agreed to write my letters of recommendation, so we'll all set. I just need to pick out my interview dates now. And interviews...that reminds me that I have my final RA interview tomorrow morning at 10:30 in Walker. I am super nervous. To be honest, I am fairly confident that I will become an RA; I meet all the requirements, and I think I would be good at it. I'm outgoing and diplomatic in my own sort of way. Oh, and I'm very fun. ;) I ran into Rafa, our peer advisor for LinC last semester tonight when I was getting dinner with Scott. He was really surprised I wasn't applying for a peer advisor position. Again, I think it would be fun and I'd do a good job, but I thought RA and preview guide was enough for the next couple of months. :D

Last night was fantastic. Sarah Dillion, Ashley, Mal, and I went to get dinner at McAlister's, went to a job fair for about twenty minutes before going to a Greek quintet concert and church. I enjoyed myself immensely. Mal and Ash bought me a disposable camera and photo album. Cute stuff. :)

And now I have to go to band. Love you.

"Happy birthday!"

Cathy called at 12:01. Kristen is on the phone right now. I feel super loved, I really do.

Scott took me out tonight. We went to WalMart and Ashley and Mallory had planned on going, too, but none of us planned it like that. They came with us to WalMart and Avanti's. They got me a little cake. :)

So now I am sitting here, studying for my math quiz tomorrow, eating leftover cake, and listening to some Violent Femmes. How could life get any better?

Have a fantabulous day, kiddies. ;)

Oh, and Pretty in Pink was on sale at WalMart for $4.88. Perfect day indeed.

I adore my boy. 

"Eeeeahhhhh! Woo woo wooh!"

I absolutely adore Freaks and Geeks. We watched a couple of episodes last night after The Goonies and Grey's Anatomy. I get Nick from Freaks and Geeks and George from Grey's Anatomy. Geeze. Nick is super, super intense but completely devoted to Lindsey, and George is just hysterical. "Anyone want to have sex?" Best last line of an episode ever.

Anyway, I just got in from a little chat in the hallway with Lorrie and Stephanie. The girls on this floor gossip like no other and that entails quite a bit of drama. Like high school drama, and I think this is why I have stayed clear of them for so long. I've made it one semester and they're finally sucking me into their girlie vortex. Gah! Everyone on the floor is really nice to me, mainly because I am the nice, quiet girl (funny, right?). I live at the end of the hall, and although I circulate amongst the other girls, I am usually independent of them. But recently, since I am Steph's new roomie and because I have more classes with these girls, I seem them ten times more often and they are confiding in me and blahblahblah. I am actually enjoying it. Like Lorrie, for instance. She was telling me about her boyfriend, and when she needed help filling out some job applications, she came to me because I am knowledgeable in these areas (that is what other girls on the floor say, at least). Since Kelly and Lorrie are friends with Steph, that means they'll be in my room a lot more. Well, I'll stop talking about it, but you get the idea.

So how do you enjoy that last picture? It makes me laugh, a lot. Scott says it's a very me-picture. *shrug* Yep, I am just goofy like that.

He's taking me out to dinner tonight to celebrate tomorrow's events. It should be fun. And a trip to WalMart might be necessary, too. We like to go shopping together...it's the married couple thing, I guess. So now I am going to take a shower and get gussied up. :) I love my gay man.

"Oh, sweetie...I hope you feel better."

I saw this one coming.

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Which Sex and the City Vixen Are You?

Thursday night I got back from Heather's really later and ran into Shawna who, I guess, thought I was drunk, and she told everyone on the floor. I didn't have one drop of alcohol and everyone thinks I was drunk. I was super tired and not fully coherent but otherwise sober. Yesterday I hung out with Mallory and Ashley after lunch. Ashley and I watched more Freaks & Geeks until around 5:30 and decided it was time to eat and see a movie instead of TV reruns. Eventually, we made our way back to Atkin where I threw up after ten mintues or so. Jen, Eistir, her friend Brett, and Shawna were drinking Jack and coke and I ran out to go vomit. Blah. I had had a humongous headache the entire and it escalated into a migraine or something--enough to make me sick. Ash and Mal left because I was sick, and they didn't want to drink and didn't know anyone else. After a couple minutes of sipping some water and watching them play 007 drunk, I decided I was going to bed. So that's what I did--I went to bed. I woke up to Eis knocking the door around 10:30, so I had slept well over twelve hours, and she brought the RA on duty and he checked her out of the room.

I don't think I had realized how much she misses me. :) She kept asking when I was coming to visit, and I think we decided I am going up to Libertyville the first weekend of break. And I talked to her on the phone three times this week, I think mainly due to the fact that she was coming down this weekend.

Speaking of which, Stephanie is either moving in tomorrow or Monday. I'm going back to bed...my head and tummy still hurt.

"Cowbell...cool."

There is this song on the radio and I can't remember the title for the life of me. It's instrumental, on the oldies station, lots of cowbell and trumpet. Greg just kind of looked at me when it came on and made a funny face. He's not such a big fan of oldies, but since he is in my room, he'll have to tough it out.

Speaking of Greg. I went downstairs to get some lunch after my shower and got a baked potato, some lemonade, and the mother loadof puppy chow. As I stepped onto the elevator, I heard a guy yell, "Hold the elevator!" so I did--low and behold, Greg. "I've been calling you, why don't you return any of my calls? I've been worried about you. I even came all the way over here so you would talk to me and to make sure you're okay." I really do love that he's concerned for my well-being but it doesn't change that I don't want to date him. The kid is nearly perfect, I'll give that to him, but he surely deserves better, especially since I don't want to date. I wish he would listen to me when I tell him that. Oh, so persistent.

I have to leave for class now or I won't get a good seat. I hate lectures so much. I guess he's walking me over there, too. Good Lord, Greg.

"Laughter?"

Yesterday...major giggles. I couldn't help it. Everything just seemed funny. Mallory made fun of me last night because I talk so much. It's fair game because it's so true. I probably talk too much--if you had seen me at the beginning of last semester, you would have thought I was a relatively quiet kid, and now I am back to normal. Well, to be honest, I don't think I am quite as loud as I was in high school. *shrug*

After Encounter last night, we went back to Watterson to watch some Freaks & Geeks--I remember it back in the day. 1980. High school. Very fantastic. As I recall, I was in junior high when the show came out, and I thought, Man, I hope it isn't like this. A little bit, but it's more for entertainment than reality. Erica got the first season (only season) from the Normal Public Library for a long while. The library has a lot of CDs and DVDs you can borrow, so I'm thinking about getting a library card here so I can check out some new CDs. I'm getting a little weary with my collection I have had for so long. iTunes says I have 585 songs, and it sounds like a lot yet it doesn't feel like it when I run through the playlist. Almost all of it is from CDs with the few exceptions of the songs Matt sends me.

Now I am just babbling. I'm going to get going--Mallory and Ashley's friend Jason from high school is performing over the Bone right about now and we're going to grab some BK or Pizza Hut in the union and watch him. And tonight is band. Woohoo. *dances in chair* You would love it, too, if you were me.

"What can I do? 'Cuz I feel blue."

`I do believe I am addicted to the Oldies station.
`Mallory burnt me copies of Rent and Moulin Rouge because my were too scratched.
`My hair is huge and extremely curly. I am rather enjoying it.
`I put eyeliner on for the first time in what seems like forever.
`Mallory and I are also married on facebook. Yes. And tonight we're having a photoshoot.
`I have absolutely no homework and I am bored out of my mind.
`I talked to Mike today for a fair amount of time. Go, Mike!
`I am going to get another diet coke then I'll be set until dinner--reading more Wicked.

"Take this broken heart and make it grow."

Emo, emo, emo. All you kids and your being emo. Snap out of it! Okay, maybe I am being harsh, especially since I am just coming out of one of those phases. Me and being hypocritical. Who would have thunk it?

I talked to Eistir tonight for over an hour. Damn, I miss her. A lot. She'll be here this weekend to take care of the rest of her check-out then I guess Steph will be in here next week. I was really starting to enjoy my solicitude.

I put the rest of my pictures up. I had quite a few and now a big open space is completely plastered with Cathy, Corrie, Niki, Meg, and Rachel. I even have one up of Matt--from prom. Muahaha. And I found a random picture of Nonn and Udey so I put it up, too.

Speaking of which, I talked to Nonn today. I am using her as one of my references for my summer application. Most of you know that I am applying for a summer job here for preview (i.e. orientation), and if you didn't, you do now.

Geology was good. Kelly fell asleep multiple times as she was writing and served as a good source of entertainment for Lorrie and myself. I walked Scott to choir since I obviously had nothing to do, and he came over...a little after 5:00 since he had to work after choir. We ate down at Southside, and when we came back up here, he laid on my bed for a while and randomly started to sing at the top of his lungs, running from song to song, little bits here and there. And he sounded so awful--he tried to go so high his voice kept cracking. I tried to tickle him or cover his mouth but he kept going. He is persistent, but I love him anyway.

We bumped into Lindsey on our way out and she is about the billionth person to comment on us acting like a married couple. I have accepted it. It is fantastic being friends with him, nice being loved and missed when I am gone. I don't even have to tell him why I am upset, he just snuggles with me and we watch Disney movies. I haven't had a best friend in a long while. I missed it.

"I don't think I get your sense of humor."

We have to write a paper on our worst or best day in English. Me, I opted to the worst week over break. We type in class and none of us were able to finish our first draft before we had to peer edit, which means we have to write two questions at the end of the draft and have two kids answer each question. The guy sitting next to me did not understand that my paper was extremely sarcastic and overexaggerated, though the girl after him got it. He kept commenting on how he didn't really understand what I was saying and I used big words--I kid you not. Me, with big words? Ha. He cracks me up, nonetheless.

8:00 math class isn't as tough as I used to make it out to be. Yeah, I want to be lazy and just not go, but that doesn't seem like a very good option. Tuesdays I don't have it until 11:00 and Thursdays I get up for the 8:00 then sleep until lunch. I guess I shouldn't complain too much. History is always interesting. I will tell you this much--the professor's choice in clothing today was distracting. He had a plum colored shirt on and sky blue pants. And I noticed his upper body is unproportionately large. He's Mr. Duggins' height but he also has a chest like Schwarzeneggar. Geeze.

Last night I went over to Ashley's room to watch Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy, which was fantastic. We ate some Ben & Jerry's and polished off the brownies Patty gave me. Cat fights always make shows better, which appeals to our animal nature--I guess that Jerry Springer has such high ratings, har har. Afterwards, I headed over to Lindsey's to gossip a little and study some on the seventh floor lounge. It's extremely quiet up there except for the occasional cell phone chatters.

I'm meeting Mallory and Heather for lunch over at Southside, so I am going to take a half-hour nap before that. Hope you folks have a lovely day.

"Can I talk to you about something...?"

This girl down the hall caught me as I was walking out the door for my geology lab. Stephanie. Tiny Stephanie. She and her roommate are not getting along. At all. No one else knows this, "It's all a facade," as she put it. So I will have a roommate by tomorrow if housing clears it. So I lived alone for less than a week. It was worth it.

"I think he'll adjust to the talking and giggling that is me."

First band rehearsal tonight. It wasn't spectacular or anything--never is. We have a newbie named Dan. He's a freshman from the Gurney (sp?) area and lives in Watterson. I think Jim and Joe were happy to see the life of the low-brass section was still in action. Yes, I know I can talk too much on occasion, but for the most part, I'm a good kid in the back that entertains everyone. Jim warned Dan about me, told him I might get him into trouble. What a liar.

On the way up to school on Sunday, Dad asked me what emo was. There was an explanation that probably lasted a good half an hour or so. I found it amusing.

I'm going to go read some more Wicked. Elphaba feels my pain.

"Sooner or later, love is gonna getcha."

What have I done today? Ran some errands around campus with Mallory and Heather, went to all of my two classes for the day, read, moved stuff around in my room. Yep, that's pretty much it. Oh, and I ate and showered in there.

I really wish Mom would return one of my phone calls. I miss her. A lot. And it's silly that I have to write this on my journal on the off chance she'll read this.

I made a whoops on my entry yesterday. I guess I will be home the weekend before Anything Goes because break is that. March 10-19.

I've been on a super Mah Jong kick the past couple of days. The game is extremely addictive. It's almost not fair. And I have been reading out of Wicked. So far it's strange but enjoyable, so I think I am going to go continue the reading bit. Night.

"Awww, your hair is so cute!"

Yesterday was my first day back...thought I was coming back today but I guess I was wrong. I had to pack and do my laundry is a hurry. I can't believe it's Monday already--or that I have to go to class tomorrow. Thankfully, it won't be until 11:00. Tomorrow is my math lab then psych from 12:35 to 1:50. Mallory, Ashley, Heather, and I are going to go get some late lunch after that.

Yesterday I spent all of Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy with Lindsey then I promised Kathy I would save her from the nerdy boys over in her boyfriend's room, so I went over there and we played Scene It! movie style. Around 12:30/1:00 am-ish, Scott came in his jammies and spent the night on the once Eistir bed. Apparently, my snoring was down to a minimum and I have extremely adorable bedhead when I wake up. Sure. After a big debate with Scott this morning, I finally crawled out of bed at 11:00 this morning, when we decided to take his stuff over to his dorm and go eat lunch at Watterson. Went back to his place and watched Lady and the Tramp. I picked up my books which weren't nearly as expensive as last semester, or heavy. :) Hit Mallory and Ashley's over in Watterson where I have been a very large majority of the evening and ate dinner. Good stuff.

The room seems so weird without Eistir, her things, Bob Marley, and all her gadgets. As Scott said, it looks like the projects, white and concrete without any personality. I honestly don't think I will be that lonely. Once I get her side of the room looking a little homier and rearrange some stuff, it will be okay. I'm going home this weekend so I can take care of some stuff then I won't be back until Anything Goes in March. I'm going to miss my drinking, smoking, loud roommate.

I'm currently listening to Mallory's cousin's band--not too bad actually. Relaxing, fun, me-music. Except this last minute of this song is weirding me out. And now I am off to read my borrowed copy os Wicked. Hooray. G'night, folks.

"Your dad would come after me with a shotgun."

Boy, I like to scare Wheats.

Any news? No, not really...I am feeling 100% back to my old self, including a slightly emo side. I called Mom tonight but she didn't return my phone call and that really worries me. I can tell she's upset and that worries me even more. She's right, I haven't spent any time with her, and I wish I could...I just need to know when it's okay for her.

No word on if I have a new roomie or not, so Eis and I believe I won't be having one unless there is a last minute change or someone has some indescretion with their roommate during this semester. Scott and Heather are both getting new roommates this semester, too. It just sucks.

I have called Corrie and Niki, too, no word back from them.

Plans didn't work out to go have lunch with someone on Sunday, and Greg called on his way up from Carbondale and asked if we could meet in town, so I drove into Springfield to see him. He decided against dating his ex-girlfriend again and wants to know if I can forgive him and allow him to treat me like a princess again. Told him I would have to think about it and would let him know by the start of classes. To be honest, I wasn't super heartbroken when we decided to stop dating...I think we'd be a fun couple, but I don't know if it would last that long. I obviously don't want to commit or feel like I haven't found the right person to commit to, you know? Anyway.

I have seen both Wheaton and Mia since the last time I wrote in here. Nothing spectacular, just wanted time to see them. I hadn't seen Mia since before graduation--crazy, huh?

But on a slightly more amusing note, I keep trying to write words in French, and I'm not really sure why. Kind of like my "Floriday."

As you can tell, my creative writing juices are superfluous tonight, so I'll just leave it at that.

"No, I love you more!"

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"I'd pop a cap in Sancho, and I'd smack her down."

When Kristen, Dad, Patty, and I were at Head West Thursday night, we were discussing stoner music. The music being played was more reggae-rap than anything and didn't sound like the typical stoner music. But Sublime? Always. And I love "Santeria." Ironically enough, I heard it on the radio twice on Friday.

Thursday morning I was up by 4:00, got Kristen, rode the train up to Bloomington, killed some time at the mall and had breakfast at Cindy's, got paid, went back to the dorm where Scott and his brother Steve met us around 11:30 or so. As disturbing as my Scotty might find it, his brother is an absolutely gorgeous speciman of the human race. It was hard to pry my eyes away...and he has a really deep voice (and laugh). Once we got all of Scott's stuff into my room, Scott, Kristen, and I had lunch at McDonald's down the street. We got back to the dorm, and since there is no longer a TV in my room, Scott and I played Taboo while Kristen took a nap in my bed. When she awakened, we watched most of Swing Kids before departing for our train and Scott went to meet his bus.

Why do I not have a TV anymore, you ask? Oh, perhaps it's because I no longer have an Eistir. That's right. I was highly shocked when I arrived to a very baren Eistir side. No sheets, TV, clothes, fridge, or Marley and anti-Bush posters. After nearly having a heart attack, I realized that her parents probably decided she would not be attending ISU in the spring since her fall grades were so horrid. A call from her later confirmed that. Her mom was super pissed with her 2 F's, 2 D's, and a C. Since it is so late into the year, we're not sure if I will have a roommate at all this semester. I am extremely nervous about the whole thing really. I am pissed at Eis for leaving me alone and doing so badly, and I am scared that I might get a really creepy, scary, loner, or otherwise ridiculous roommate. And if I have the whole room to myself? That means Scott can decorate the other side and pretend like its his. He's getting a new roommate this semester who is a senior from Plainfield, where Scott is from. He thinks they won't get along, which means he will definitely be spending more time in my room--I am perfectly okay with that.

Yesterday I was going about my business...and *-boom-* I got hit by a car. I was actually on the phone with Mom when it happened and I am sure there was some loud curse word in there (sorry). But there wasn't a scratch on either car, and even though the guy was a real asshole about the entire ordeal (especially since he was on the that rear-ended me at a stoplight), everything turned out all right. I had lunch with Cathy and Kristen, ate some yummy Thai food to go from Thai Kitchen, and I thought of you, Matt. :) I went out with Katie Whitehead to celebrate her birthday a week late at TGI Friday's then made it to Starbuck's for the second time in one week. Afterwards I ended up at Wyatt's until very late.

I am now just sitting here...typing, obviously. I was on the phone with Kevin earlier, but his brother, who apparently does not like me in the slightest, was pestering him so he told me he would call back. I doubt he will, but he would be calling the house phone and that would wake up Dad and Patty if he did call, so I figure I will wait another twenty minutes before going to sleep. Other than that, nothing new to report. Have a nice night, kiddies.

"You are just so great, Sarah."

I have now experienced a day from hell.

I couldn't sleep last night because my brain was thinking when I wanted to actually sleep. My left gum is infected so I am now on more medication--hooray! Most of lunch from Perkin's was unedible, but that's okay because when I got home Max was puking up stuff that looked like egg yolks. Oh, apparently I can handle some strange kids puke being all over my body but I can't handle my own dogs puke, and I would know since I puked on top of his and had to clean up the entire thing off the floor. I was ready about to break and cry when my beloved Gregory called to make sure I was having a good day. My day was slightly bettered but then, shit, he dumps me for his ex girlfriend of three years--she wants to get back together because she misses him.

On a brighter note, I made a pot roast, carrots, and potatoes that turned out rather delicious, not to mention my biscuits, peas, and green beans from a can or my brownie mix and blue bunny ice cream for dessert. Yep. I did outdo myself.

I need to go take a shower. Patty and I are leaving the house at 5:00 so we can pick up Kristen and make it to the train station by 6:00--she has to open up her office tomorrow morning at 6:30. I had to bribe Kristen with lots of coffee. But it'll be all worth it...you can't believe how much I want to see Scott right now. After having the world's shittiest day, it's about time.

"...tops!"

I am disgusted with my cell. I have absolutely no reception at the house so everyone has to call me on the landline, everyone usually meaning Kristen. I was in Panther Creek dropping off Cathy after lunch at SnS on Wabash and walking around the mall aimlessly for an hour and a half when I called Matt to get his whereabouts...and of course, my cell phone cut off. I did blame it on his, and although I am not 100% positive, I am leaning more towards my phone being the likely culprit than his. My cell phone hates every fiber of my being and wishes me to communicate with no one. How dare it!

Oh, yeah, happy new year. I'm not making any resolutions because I normally don't keep them nor do I usually wish to. Maybe I should be less of a gossip because, afterall, I seem to be the Queen of Gossip. Good Lord, I am turning into Grandma.

I am at the Chatham library right now, trying to get caught up on my email and the likes. Bills, too. Can't you hear my unenthusiastic hooplah? Yep, thought so. I depleted my savings account today to further my higher education, go me.

To summarize my week so I can go to Matt's, I got my wisdom teeth pulled a week ago today. Vicadin does NOT agree with my stomach so I was extremely sick the majority of last week and really couldn't enjoy much of anything. I really didn't feel better until yesterday and last night was the annual holiday dinner at Aunt Irene's. My cheeks are still pretty puffy, too. Yesterday my left side looked like I had morphed into marshallow puff man or something.

Now I'm off...sorry if this wasn't long enough for your taste--I'll try better next time? It won't be for a while. I know Thursday I am going with Kristen to meet Scott in Bloomington and I'm excited to the point I could pee my pants. ;) Have an excellent week, kiddies.

"Look what I got for Christmas..."

Dead silence except for my comment of "I think I'm going to pee my pants." Wow, my tact and wonderous grace astound me sometimes. Geeze. Sorry. It was more a reaction of shock than anything else. I thought I was supposed to be the first one married and pumping out babies. At this point, I would most certainly be content to be the last. Working with all those kids has made me learn a whole new kind of patience. And funny anecdote: Rachel's nose started running at church and she didn't have any kleenex so I leaned over and wiped her nose with my hand. Probably not too appetizing for my priceless readers, what can you do? *shrug*

So, yes and no, break has been eventful. I refuse to go through my daily ritual constantly--what's the point? Several of you have already heard or were there to witness it firsthand.

My snoring has become absolutely atrocious. What can I say? I have no only inherited Dad's height and non-graying hair but his sinus problems as well. *shrug* I kept Kristen and Corrie up at our little sleep-over Friday night here at Dad's (all of us agree we have not eaten this much junk in a LONG time) amd Jessie Christmas Eve after she got home super early in the morning. She actually moved to the couch downstairs to get some shut eye. I think Eistir's sleeping pills have masked me snoring problem since the time school began--either that or coming home really made it worse.

Christmas Eve and Day were massive family days, which I loved. I did get quite a few very excellent presents. Among my favorites Greg's purse, Patty's lotion, Jessie's purse, and Mom's luggage (I love luggage--I think my set is almost complete). Dad's family was over for a Patty-cooked meal on Sunday...Uncle Paul was the last to leave, as usual, and got Rachel the most horrific combo cell phone holder/wallet thing. God, it's ugly.

I got my bottom wisdom teeth pulled today. I couldn't feel my lower half of my face all day, which was especially fun when I was eating my soup and drinking, things just kept dribbling out of my mouth and onto my only Illinois shirt. Grandma took me, and after an hour of sleep at Scannura's office, we came back to the house and I have remained awake since then. I am impressed...I thought I would have slept all day. *shrug* I'm rotating my vicadin and prescription mortin, not to mention this very digusting mouthwash I have to use at least twice of day to keep my mouth relatively sanitary...I can't even brush my teeth until tomorrow afternoon. Ew. Right now I am waiting up until midnight to take another vicadin to knock me down for the count so I sleep all night. My lip is super swollen along with my stitched-up gums, and although gums don't necessarily hurt, I get a twing of pain whenever I put the slightest pressure on my jaw, like when Chewy bonked my face earlier with one of his paws on accident. Oh, well...I am hoping tomorrow will be as good as today and that I'll be able to have some Taco Bell by the weekend--that's the goal. ;)

Scott called me today and I was very glad he did. I think we're planning on meeting in Bloomington on Tuesday so he can move some of his stuff into my room before we have to move back in a couple of weeks. We'll get to spend the whole day together. Hooray!!! His bus leaves around 5:30 and that's about the time I will be hopping back on train towards Springfield, and if I buy my tickets in advance, it'll only be around $10 for the trip and I can get my paycheck while I am there so I will have some cash for the rest of the break. Go me. I invited Kristen to come if she wants, too, and as long as it is okay with Scott, she more than likely will. She called me tonight from Florida. She's not having any fun and so she calls me from her hotel room to tell me about the hot high school baseball players that seem to be floating around the hotel.

I keep spelling "Floriday instead of "Florida." And I gossip waay too much. But hey, I'm the one to always have the goods. ;) I think that about raps it up. I am going to secretly play Mah Jong and have another 7Up before taking my pill and heading to bed. You guys get a good night's rest and enjoy your day tomorrow...I know I will. Good evening, folks.

"Oh, my Sarah Lou, what do I do with you?"

I like it that Wyatt calls me Sarah Lou like it's his geeky way of identifying me--like he thought it up in the first place. Haha. He just drove me home from Bloomington. Hooray!!! He got me around 9-ish, we left, then Angela called from the Studio saying I'd left my phone so we had to get off the highway to go back and get it. While driving back south, I had an epiphany--SnS time!! We stopped for shakes and onion rings in Lincoln and I filled up his tiny tank in the Z (his pet name for the car). We made it back to New Berlin around 11:45...Dad was half passed out in the chair in the music room so I sent him to bed and here we are.

Work has been going great...yes, it's quasi-stressful but I went out on a good note so tis excellent. Tonight was uber-busy because people are picking up their last minute Christmas pictures and taking group photos. I even had several passports today...a six-month-old farted while I was trying to take his passport photo and it was the most sickening smell I have ever encountered. Yeah, that might seem kind of absurd to put in my journal, but you would understand why it was significant if you had witnessed the crime. Geeze. Angela and I were the old two photographers and Jen manned the front desk...tough work but always a lot of fun. Angela thinks Wyatt is a major cutie, heh. At any rate, Tracy told me to send her my spring semester schedule, which is fantastic because that means A) I am not just a seasonal photographer and B) I have a job for next semester. *happy dance* This leads to a transfer over the summer. I think I will still apply for a Dept. of Ag job, but this is a good fall back. I can always work at Sear's until summer ends and transfer back to Bloomington for Christmas season if need be. :)

I went on a date last night after work...it was kind of a last-minute thing. He picked me up and I had absolutely no idea what we were going to do...he ordered Monical's in the car so by the time we got there it was all ready to go. We stuck it in my purse and went next door to see Rent. I don't think he knew I had seen it twice already, which is fine by me. Anyway, we chowed down on Monical's throughout the entire movie and afterwards we went over to Z's, across from Watterson, and got some dessert. By the time we got back to my dorm, it was nearing 1:00...I invited him up and we ended up watching As Good As It Gets on TBS until he fell asleep and I told him he could call me tomorrow (today), which he did around 9:00. "Get out of bed, go take a shower, I am taking you to breakfast." More like brunch, but whatev. Went to Denny's then I chilled out in my room until I had to go to work. Ironically enough his name is Greg. Greg is from southern Illinois, somewhere near Carbondale. He has an apartment in Bloomington with some of his buddies. He is a junior, almost 21, majoring in sociology. He did a good job on the date, I'll give him that. He picked out a Sarah-type movie without knowing much about me at all and he picked up some of the best pizza in town. Good job. He's going home on Friday and will be driving through Springfield so he's supposed to give me a call. We'll see.

At any rate, it is late and I think I'm going to go snuggle on the couch with Chewie until I decide it's time to get into bed. I'm so glad that I am home now...and for a very long time, too!! Lots of me-and-Rachel time...and of course girl time with all the Lunch Buddies and the such. I probably won't write in this again until next year so merry Christmas and a happy new year! w00t. ;)

"Miss Sarah! Miss Sarah! Are you all right? Don't cry!"

I love some of the little kids that run through that studio. Today I not only ripped my only pair of jeans in both knees but I got a blood blister from pinching my finger inbetween the camera and the stand then I almost tipped over the camera stand which is really freaking hard to do, not to mention extremely heavy. And to top it off, I kept tripping on the muslin and made a hole in my shoes larger than it already was. Fantastic, eh? But those boys...they saw me when that stand landed on me and gave me some hugs and, "Don't worry, Miss Sarah, it will get all better." It was so sweet it made me want to cry. Working around kids can be so fun sometimes...

We got our Christmas bonus. *air five* Not in money, no, portrait sheets, oh yes. Now I am thinking of how I want to use them or if I will at all. I think I'm going to have to consult Rachel on this one. We might have some fun with this. ;)

Here's the deal...I worked Tarah's very early, very long shift today. Had a couple of screamers, one of them has a red face to match his even redder hair. It was actually kind of amusing--I have never heard a kid with a set of lungs like that. *shrug* Had some very good sits today, and it's great to know how very shocked I am sometimes to find so many attractive families out there. I don't mean to sound odd, but this one family, the one with the boys that cared, was gorgeous. All three boys were very cute and had fantastic everything-smiles, attitudes, clothes, hair, dimples, blue eyes-all inherited from their both very attractive parents. My ramblings bother me sometimes. Anyway, I made it out of there by 5:00 even though I was supposed to leave by 4:00. Once I got back, I started to clean some more and take apart my stereo, move my fridge, some of the basics for bug spraying. Beth gave me a call around 9:00 to see if I wanted to do anything; by 9:30, she was cleaning my fridge of leftover Papa John's from last night and we decided to go see Narnia at 10:00 at Parkway (funny how there is one here, too). I just got back and so I thought I should update because tomorrow will be busy, busy and I am not sure if I am coming back Monday or Tuesday for work, it all depends on whether or not I have to work Tuesday night.

Dad says he is going to be here around 9:30, so I am getting up around 7:00 to shower and pull together everything else I will need to take with me. I am ready to go home, friends. It's about time.

I hope you had fun at Megan's wedding...you'll have to give me all the details later and let me know if Jessie fell on her face or if someone pulled something out on the dance floor. Aunt Mae's birthday was today and I forgot to call her...whoops! I should try to remember doing that tomorrow (today really). And Kaylin turned five today (meaning Sunday). Oh, she's an old fart now.

Good night, folks...have a good one!!

"Wow, that was extremely awkward."

Ah, poor Micah. Yesterday, Scott came by while I was half-napping and we had some lunch that we brought up to my room to watch TV. On the way out of the dining hall, Micah comes running out, yelling my name, which of course I didn't hear immediately because I am deaf. If he had done that towards the beginning of the semester, like he used to do so many times, I might swoon a little bit. But not then, right then I was thinking of food. He hugged Scott and gave me a little handshake. Always the awkward boy. He's 21 now, just think what he'll be like at 60. I bet he'll still be just as sweet and just as if not more awkward. :P He talked about finals and this and that...he's student teaching this next semester and then he graduates. He told me I will be sure to get an invitation and come to his little grad party afterwards. He's going to be at Morton over break and the next quarter then he's going to South Dakota to teach on an Indian Reservation. At any rate, as Micah walked away, he tried to hug me, which was very awkward but very tight then he told me he was going to miss me. When Scott and I got on the elevator, I let a sigh escape and Scott laughed at me. Oh, well.

"Come Rain or Come Shine" was just running through my playlist and I remembered I used to sing that to someone. Very annoyingly. I am pretty sure it was Jessie Kratz, but I couldn't tell you for sure. I am almost positive it was the choir gang...speaking of choir, I thought I should let you know that I had to rearrange my class schedule for next semester, and unfortunately, it excludes choir. The first time since...forever...that I haven't been in choir. I am going to go talk to Dr. Fredstrom about it once we get back from break to see if I can still attend class even if I'm not on the roster. It makes me extremely sad...

I stuck with band because it's Christine's last semester and they don't have very many trombones but in choir we have a bazillion altos. Plus band is only one rehearsal a week and blahblahblah. I can always sing, no matter what, but I will lose my chops completely if I stop playing. And I think this will give me a chance to check out the choral groups--maybe the a cappella group or something. They only have one good bass, I might be a good addition. ;)

Oh, I am completely finished with finals now. I am extremely delighted. Dad is coming to get me on Sunday. He wants to help move me out since Mom got to move me in. I'm debating on whether or not I am going home on Sunday because if I do, I'll have to come back Monday or Tuesday depending on the work schedule and I'd have to find someone to drive me to the train station during the day. I am going to check out my work schedule tonight to see what I need to do...like packing and laundry and all kinds of random stuff. In fact, right now I am going to take a nap then wake up in an hour or so and do some packing and get ready for work.

All my close friends on campus have left which makes me sad, but I will get over it. I won't be the only person in the dorm all weekend, so that's not too bad. Anyway...g'day, folks.

"We've kinda started a movement."

To Those Concerned As you may or may not know, a new rule has gone into effect for the 2005-2006 Pep Band. The rule states that no band member is allowed to leave his/her seat during a basketball game unless Mr. Jones permits them to use the restroom.  No one will be allowed to move during the game, unlike previous years where we were allowed to converse or sit with friends not in the band. Not only this, but now the tyrannical Mr. Jones has decreed that all members must stay for the entire game rather then just until the half, thereby doubling play time.  This cannot stand! According to these rules, all band members are required to sit in the same place for three hours consecutive. Something must be done to resolve this problem. What if all band members had to suddenly use the restroom after pre-game?  Well, the line would be so long, all members will be in line until a few minutes before half time. This is the plan; everyone will stand up and leave after tip off. If this is a combined effort, and if everyone participates, Mr. Jones will not be able to punish anyone.  Remember, we will be at our seats at pre game, at halftime, AND at post game. If you choose to miss post game presentation, feel free to, but you will not be endorsed by the militia. We mean only to protest, not disrupt. On Saturday, we will rebel. Long live the Free Band!
The Militia

I got this from Brian's away message and Kevin told me about it last night. Those band geeks are the best, not to mention my most favorite people in the world.

not worthy of a quote.

I told myself I would not cry. I almost managed it, too, until I read in Corrie's journal about how she needs a Sarah hug. I broke down. And I can't stop.

A) He text'd me, "God I am so sorry."
What is that supposed to mean? Does that mean he regrets not going further, not treating me better? Sorry things didn't work out better? Sorry I couldn't have been better? Yes, I am sorry. Limitations amongst other things make me regret my dating this semester. I have blown off some perfectly nice guys, for what? I could have gone on the dates and had fun, but no, I refuse to go on a date with someone I only feel lukewarm upon meeting. I found someone I liked a lot and things didn't work. Is that what he's sorry for?

B) Finals.
I haven't really stressed about them until now. I hadn't stressed at all, truth be told. And now I am. Especially tonight, this moment...I feel a disaster.

C) I had one of those good cries in a long time.
As a matter of fact, I don't think I have had one of those really excellent cried in a couple of months (could be wrong), somewhere along the lines of being homesick. Now I am sitting her, blubbering, with no one to hug me or keep me company. Because Eistir isn't here, and even if she was, she'd tell me to suck it up or look awfully uncomfortable while trying to console. This leads to...

D) Not being sure who to call.
This poses a major problem. I want some consolation, but not just a note online or whatever...I mean, I want to realy hug, a little peck on the cheek, soothing voice, a listener. Who do I know like that? Quite a few people actually. I flipped through my phone racking my brain but alas those I chose to call I could not get a hold of and the one person I managed to procure before the waterworks was extremely busy as always and could not speak. So instead I have a pity party and complain to my online journal.

E) I hate being sick.
Yes, it's an excuse to not do some things, but I have been feeling like absolute crap since Saturday. I swear I have lost five pounds because my pants feel like they're going to fall off and my normal belt notch isn't substantial enough to hold up said pants. These are freshly laundered pants, too, which means they're especially tight, fresh out of the drier. I hadn't noticed with all my baggy PJs and crappy last-resort clothes I wear when I haven't done my laundry in a while. Dehrydration does wonders for the figure, girls.

Guys, I even called someone I would never call under these circumstances, Jake. He's been ignoring me since Halloween...haven't spoken, no texts. It's so irregular, and do I dare admit, I kind of miss the annoying bugger.

Now that I have stopped crying, I am just very mad at myself. I hope you have a much better night than me. I'm going to get some gossip out of Rachel...she always makes me feel better.

Blah.

I wretched again. Vulgar, I know. I was lying in the dark, waiting to fall asleep when I had to run to the bathroom. I went over to Daryl and Jen's room and Jen gave me peptol bismo but I am not sure if I should take it, so I am consulting Mr. Matt and Mr. Caleb, the only two souls online without away messages. Caleb gave me some websites to go to because he is ingenious and told me he thinks pepto should be fine as long as I don't throw it back up. We'll see.

Geeze, Tuesday is going to be a VERY long day, kids.

PS Eistir's friend Kelsey is coming very shortly to pick her up and whisk her back to Libertyville. I can't believe she gets to go home a week and a half earlier than me. Hope she has fun...I'm not helping her move her stuff.

"Oh, my God...it's...MARK!

So I watched Dazed and Confused tonight for the first time. It was pretty good. I'm uber glad I have the soundtrack already. As I was watching said film, I saw a character I thought I recognized. Oh, yes. Anthony Rapp. Oh, yes. My latest crush from Rent--Mark Cohens. Oh, my God! As silly and ridiculous as I might be, I went to imbd.com and checked out what other movies he has been in...A Beautiful Mind, Road Trip, Man of the Century, School Ties. And he played Oliver when he was 9. Ah, geeze. Makes me want to love him more.

Seeing him go from the geek of Dazed and Confused to the geek in Rent makes me a very happy girl. ;)

"Pukey magee!"

That's right. That not-so-good feeling from last night lasted ALL night. I don't think I slept at all because I felt so revolting. I got out of bed around 7:15ish and made a run for the bathroom. Thank God because if I hadn't no one would be able to come into our room for a very long time. I managed to crawl back into bed around 8:00 where I decided I would call Tracy and tell her how very sick I was. So I did that around 8:15 as I was getting dressed because I knew if no one could cover my shift I would have to go in. Which is exactly what happened. Tarah picked me up and I was feeling a little better. I was drinking my water and munching on some saltines...after sitting at Sear's for twenty minutes, I puked in the trash can. Disgusting, I know. Especially because it was just water and those two crackers I had eaten since the last puke fest. And I had to clean up and hose the garbage can out...it was a complete disaster. I called everyone I knew that had a car except Jeff but let's not go there and no one could come get me or was still asleep, so I passed out on the floor of our storage room and waited until Tarah could take a break and drive me home. As soon as I got upstairs, I passed out on my bed until 4:30ish and decided I was completely disgusted with myself. I now feel like I could cry I am so tired and stressed. I have a final at 7:50 tomorrow morning that I haven't studied enough for and I have yet to find someone to cover my shift for Tuesday for my chem final. My day just keeps getting better and better.

But I did manage to down some soup and crackers, so I am feeling better yet revolted. Grawr. I'm off to take a shower and study some more. Good luck to all of you taking your finals this week. Have a good one...

"Hey, bitch."

It's super late. I am super sick. And Eistir is super drunk.

10 Firsts:
First Best Friend(s): Johnathon Deerdorf
First Screen Name: sarah3106rachel
First Kiss: Mark in Florida at sunset (no joke)
First Pet: Heidi, the three legged dog and misellaneous kitties
First Piercing: 'lobes at 13
First Crush: Johnathon Deerdorf
First CD: No Doubt, Tragic Kingdom
First Car: BURT!
First love: Johnathon Deerdorf
First stuffed animal: no idea. Mom would be better qualified to answer that one.

9 Lasts:
Last Song listened to: something Ludo
Last drink: my water. Hooray!
Last Car Ride: Beth gave me a ride home last night from work.
Last Kiss: I don't even want to talk about it...too embarassing.
Last Movie Seen: currently watching Silence of the Lambs
Last Phone Call: Kathy N.
Last CD Played: Matt's Thai and oreo pie mix
Last bubble bath: More than likely when Grandma Spengler made one for me...
Last time you cried: When I was watching Friends this week!

8 Have You Evers:
Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Friends?: no
Have You Ever Been Arrested?: no
Have You Ever Skinny Dipped?: yes XD
Have You Ever Been on TV?: Thanks to Noonan's True Value and News Channel 20. Hooray Christmas showings.
Have You Ever Kissed Someone of the Opposite Sex? Yeah, I hope so.
Have You Ever Kissed Someone and Then Regretted it?: most certainly.
Have You Ever had a Dream About Someone You Knew?: Yes. I had another one about Mike. That's not weird at all.
Have You Ever played in the middle of a hurricane?: erm, no.

7 career paths you’ve considered:
social science teacher
music teacher
army girl
freelance musician
baker
writer
cheerleader (don't ask)

6 Things You’ve Done Today:
slept very late
worked a lot
ate some old Papa John's
felt very sick to my stomach
opened my last secret santa present
watched Eis fall

5 favorite things in no order: (things, not people)
books
Papa John's garlic sauce
driving
my orange squish pillow
Beatles
random texts

4 People You Can Tell Anything to in NO order:
Rachel
Lindsey
Mia
Eistir

3 Choices:
White or black: black
Hot or Cold: cold
Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla

2 Things You Want to Do Before you die:
sky dive
have that handful of kids

1 thing you regret:
eating that pizza today

"As the candy canes frollick on my toungue...?"

Yummy, candy canes. I am freaking bored OUT OF MY MIND!!

Nothing on TV, tired of working on homework, everyone here in the dorm is working on classwork or studying and me? I have nothing to do. And I think Lindsey borrowed my copy of Empire Records so I can't watch it. Le sigh.

And it's after midnight...can't sleep either--too early. Brownies? That sounds good, too. Peanut butter brownies. And more macaroni. This is how I gain weight. Jesus H.

Dude, I know what. I am going to eat some mac while watching a movie then start to read some Jane Austen. That will wear me out. ;)

Malz says she will have those pictures up from this weekend tomorrow or I get to slap her in the face. I told her she shouldn't say such things because I will hold her to it. Lololol. Not really. So I will have pictures of my friends for you tomorrow! So excited. There is a super cute one of my and my second lover, Lindsey. My first is Scott. Oh, Scotty, I need a picture with him, too.

At any rate, I am done blathering for now. G'night, folks.

"I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink."

Not true! I actually got some sleep last night. It was very nice!!! I'm contemplating a nap here in a little bit, but I should finish working on my comm portfolio and look over the study guides for both comm and justice. Since I don't have plans for the next couple of days, I had was going to work on those three things. I have to write a three-page paper to finish my portfolio, but let's be honest here--I won't start that until tomorrow afternoon or night. That's just the way things go around here.

Last night I got off work early so I cam home, ate the rest of my sandwich from Chili's, and decided to make some mac 'n cheese and lure Lindsey down to watch some TV. It worked. Muahaha. :) She came down to eat some macaroni and we watched most of the tenth season of Friends. Jen down the hall has the entire DVD collection so we've been borrowing her discs when we get bored. I honestly haven't seen a lot of the episodes since like 2001, so I feel like I need to catch up to some extent. I think Jen's letting me borrow a couple of seasons over break since I will be here by myself for a while, which is a very generous offer.

Right now I am listening to The Be Good Tanyas. Eistir's influence. Mom, I think you would like them a lot--folk music. Kind of reminds me of Nickel Creek. I have a couple of their CDs on the computer now, so I can burn you one when I get home. I made this relaxing, fun mix of a bunch of crazy songs on iTunes. It always cracks me up when the Mountain Goat song comes on--the one Matt sent me. I guess he went to a concert with Mike and Matt thought I should hear a song. And of course, what mix would be complete without "Bitches Ain't Shit." Haha.

I finished my shopping with the minor exception of the Secret Santa Rachel pulled for me, or as Bekki and Wyatt now refer to him as "Creepy Uncle Paul." What do I get him? I was thinking Pease's or something...but that just doesn't seem like an Uncle Paul present. Plus Grandma tells me we are to encourage the reducing of his belly size. Oh, well. I will think of something, I always do. Speaking of Secret Santa, I got my presents from work, and so far, I have a little black planner and a bottle opener (beer, wine, and can). Someone knows we college kids like our alcohol.

Now it's off for my nap. Have a good one, lovelies.

In Scott's bed "studying" for chem. We were actually listening to the Temptations sing "Ain't No Mountain." He recorded me singing all over the room--it's a good thing that didn't go online. :) 

"On Sunday morning without any warning..."

I am in a ska kind of mood. I bought some dirt cheap argile airwalks. Ah, they make me think of duck shoes. And I don't think anyone knows what I am talking about when I say that. *sigh*

This week is looking pretty free. I am almost disgusted with my lack of things to do. So I am thinking that maybe studying for finals would be the best plan of action. XD Not overly thrilled, but I am going to need all the help I can get. Want to know a secret? I bombed that last chem test--just saw my grade and thought I could cry. Yeah, I passed, but I was doing so well in there and that just dropped my grade like 3 points. Geeze, Louise. I better kick ass on these finals. *crosses fingers* I guess my final schedule is looking different than I thought it was going to be. I have justice 7:50a Monday, chem 3:10p Wednesday, comm 7:50a and math 8p Thursday. Sucks hxc style.

On a brighter note, I am going to the mall today to drop off my Secret Santa's present for the day and hopefully finish up my Christmas shopping. Tonight I want to go to church, but I am not going by myself, so I'm hoping Scott or Sarah will go with me.

That's how my day is looking folks, sorta boring but entertaining. PS I started wrapping Christmas presents today and I kick ass at it.

Oh, and the day of Christmas music went well. A lot of Lindsey and Mallory. Some of Scott. More of the boys that sit in front of us than normal. James, John, and our newly adopted schoir geek, Alex. Cute kid--senior. :) I bet he's glad he has befriended so many nutty freshmen. But hey, we're cool so it's all good. Mom brought Greg. I was slightly surprised but at the same time not so much. Hope you guys had a good time.

"OSWEGO!!"

Did anyone mention it's now December? I guess I missed that with all the chesnuts roasting on an open fire, the rosy cheeks, and kids nestled in their beds. What am I talking about? How should I know? Freaking-A. It's 1:57 in the morning. All I know is I had a spectacular day today and now I am really tired, feel no motivation to put away the Christmas presents I bought or fold the clean clothes on my bed, nor do I wish to bother changing into PJs. Nope, throwing everything on the floor and crawling under the covers seems ideal right now. Oh, sleep. Glorious, glorious sleep.

Bill IMed me and we're having a...Bill-and-Sarah conversation. It has its moments. Sometimes it's a little awkward but I think it gets like that with everyone now and then. Nope, I guess he's over in California at the compay headquarters. Moved to Chicago and now he's in California. The boy just keeps moving up, and he's loving it. Good for Bill.

I hate the high school drama. Yeah, it has its place, but try to avoid putting it in my journal. Thanks, guys.

Rent is just as good the second time as it is the first time. Except I didn't cry as much this time. I want Mark, Collins, and Roger--in that order, only if Collins was straight. And if Collins and Roger didn't have AIDS. Yes, I would have Mark's babies any day, just so you know. The voice, the attitude, his glasses, and his emoness. Gotta love 'im.

I have a very random bottle of vegetable oil on my desk. I now have some green striped gloves and they make me think of Slytherin quidditch. And there's leftover Papa John's from last night and Chili's from tonight. Some drunk guys stood way too close to me at the ATM at the theater tonight. Weirdos.

"F*** off."

Haha. I thought this statement rather amusing. Maybe an inkling LoL style. But whomever wrote it should realize that if you want to be mean, you'll get a better kick if you put your name to it. See anyone can write profanity anonymously on someone's journal, but a real man or woman would write their name and be proud of the fact that he or she is angry and wants to use said profanity. Geeze, own up to it; otherwise, it looks kind of like cowardice.

I thought it was Matt at first, just being himself. It would have been funny either way. And if it's the person I think it is, I will just see here and be amused.

Anyway, I just got out of bed. Whoops. And Eis is still asleep, but what else is new? So apparently, my clock is an hour ahead, which is another big oops. Geeze, Louise. I have some major hunger issues going on, so I am thinking about getting some pants and going down to Southside. Even if I do need a shower really badly, that can wait. Mainly because I take half an hour in the shower then all the good food will be gone. So I am going to stop talking and go back to getting pants and food. Have a lovely day, kiddies.

"Wow, I've never felt this bad in my life. I'd kind of like to die now."

Sorry for the missed calls yesterday. I know I had four voicemails and a couple of missed texts. I turned my phone on silent for work yesterday and forgot to turn the volume back up. Oh, well.

Seriously, guys, I feel really disgusting right now. I skipped my justice class to take a shower and chill out (I didn't miss much--they talked about prostitution). We went to lunch at Southside afterwards. I noticed that I always without fail end up sitting next to Eric. Today he brought his laptop to go over a presentation he is giving Wednesday. Mallory are meeting for dinner at 5:30 because we have rehearsal tonight for choir 6-9ish. Blah. I am just kind of worried about going over all the math for the chem test tomorrow. It's a good thing almost all of my speech is done. I actually think that I will be going on Monday of next week, but I am sure we will find out on Wednesday.

It was gorgeous outside this morning. But not anymore. It looks like a storm is coming. I don't want it to rain. It's bad enough it is so cold but rain? It is not conducive to the college life--it makes walking across the quad much less pleasant. Especially if you don't have an umbrella.

And I just realized my umbrella and several CDs of mine, including Fall Out Boy, is still in Dallas' car. I haven't talked to that kid in...at least two weeks. Geeze, Louise.

"Sarah Lewis rocks this studio!"

That I do. So work was completely kicking my ass until after my break. I came back from Pretzel Time slightly refreshed. You know, at like 2:45. Crazy. The last baby before my sitting I had done his three months, now five months. Caleb. This is the baby with the uncle who we thought was gay and gave me his phone number so we could "go get coffee or something." Talk about awkward. Except it really wasn't all that bad. Angela helped me get some smiles out of the kid so I could go eat my pretzel and drink my lemonade. Once getting back, my sittings went fairly quickly. They all turned out pretty nicely, and we were extremely busy. At one point, we had four families waiting because we were running slightly behind in a couple of the camera rooms. I directed traffic, answered questions, and played our PR until my room opened back up and I was ready to roll. Yep, so I took on a group of 13 because they had been sitting there for twenty minutes or so and they needed to get a move on. Keep in mind I was in the smallest room in the studio. It was tough but they turned out great and sold them about $300 worth of pictures. I just kicked ass. Oh, yeah, that was me. I was totally on a roll today. Even if I was tired and slightly grumpy, I did really well and have come to realize I do better in chaotic situations than our slow times. Kicked butt, people, no joke. And damn, was I proud of myself. All the girls were so proud, especially Pam. She was all about the "yay's" and the hugs.

On our way back to the dorm, Tarah stopped for some "cigs and pop" and we happened to get a flat tire. More like a popped tire--don't ask. We changed it successfully without much trouble, and twenty minutes or so later, which was excellent timing considering neither of us or Shawndra had changed a tire before, we started on our back. Apparently, Tarah had fallen on her ass when she walked into Quik 'n EZ, too. Poor Tarah. She was just a mess...but at least she was laughing it up. She kept saying, "Man, I just need a drink. All I wanted was my freaking cigarettes!" She thinks God is trying to tell her something. Gets a popped tire on the way to buy some cigs. Hmm...

"Turkey turkey turkey!"

I hadn't planned on getting on the internet tonight but then Matt text'd me to check out something. I think it was worth it. It made me smile. :) That and I checked everything, mail and journals and all. *shrug* A lot of junk I didn't really need to look through tonight.

Lots of updates from Jessie, which I guess is good. And I have been home. w00t. Whose tat is that? Looks kind of...angry? Lol. Mom even updated, and Iam not sure but I think a sexual reference lay therein, which needless to say, kind of grossed me out. Oh, well. You can't just put "little guy" in quotations unless your readers know what you're talking about; otherwise, our minds wander to the gutter.

Anyway, break was fantastic. The only people out of my close friends from high school I didn't get to see would include Corrie, Mia, and Wheaton. I kid you not, I think I saw just about everyone else. I must say I am rather impressed with my skills. I even made it to the school to check up with some teachers and see my geeks. Jarvis, Welch, Jones, and Kimball. Mr. Kimball reminds me of Dilbert, which then reminds me of Wyatt which then reminds me of Algebra 2. At any rate, it was a lot of fun, and I didn't have to come back until this morning. Again, I had to take the 6:33 back because the 10:29 was running three hours behind. I slept most of the day then got ready for work. The room is a complete disaster zone right now because I threw my things on Eistir's side and didn't really care how precariously placed my clean and neatly-folded clothes were placed. I would write about my events of the week, but what is the point? I had a great time and saw many people, not to mention used over half a tank of gas.

I am not ready to go back to school. I don't necessarily want to. I don't mind the work so much, it keeps me extremely busy and in good humor. But school? I just wish the semester was over so I could go sleep in Rachel's bed like I did this week and play with the multiple puppies all day. I really needed that break. I am so happy another one is coming soon!

"You scored as...PUNK."

Three of those ridiculous online quizzes told me I scored as "punk." I think I've always wanted to be a punk deep-down. I think I could pull it off, too. But at the same time I want people to see me a certain way. Like getting a tattoo or more piercings...why should I when it could affect people hiring me or people's perception of me being responsible and trustworthy? As unfortunate as it is, most people don't like the tattoos or the multi-colored mohawk. Not saying that I don't because I most certainly do. And as much built-up anger I had at a certain point in my extremely short and unworthy life, I had at least the attitude of a punkass. Eistir told me I am just too nice to be punk. I am wholesome little Sarah Lou, friendly, outgoing, and always mindful of my surroundings. Even though I appreciate the fact so many people think me "nice," I am still slightly taken aback by people's perception of me. I am almost want to prove them wrong, but I know that really isn't me nor would it make people think better of me. I would just become the poser that tried to change because she didn't like being a good girl. How typical is that? And I hate posers, so here I stay, nice Sarah Mae, farm girl at heart, knowledgeable about music and certain genres of movies, and doesn't like change a whole lot.

Geeze, I sound like a blathering idiot. I'm sitting here drinking my Diet Dr. Pepper and contemplating on eating my leftover Chinese food from last night. Guess what? The scale in the bathroom says I have lost three more pounds since I was home around Halloween. Woohoo, three pounds. Better than nothing, right? You would never guess it by the large amount of Papa John's and China Star I put into my mouth. Meh.

What else is there to talk about? Not much. I am working on my foie gras ban speech. It's pretty grotesque if you ask me. People forcing ducks and geese to eat this corn-and-oil mixture that makes them gain weight like crazy, then they harvest their livers afterwards for foie gras. Damn, it is such brutal treatment...I hope I don't make anyone sick. *sigh* Oh, and I gave myself a huge blood blister yesterday when team shooting with Tarah. My pinky got stuck inbetween the camera and the bar that holds the camera up, which pinched it and made me want to cry but I managed not to. Just managed to get a rather large blood blister.

And now I am done with disgusting things.

"She'd cry herself to sleep but she don't dare."

I'm on a Something Corporate kick. Don't ask me why...they're relaxing and still fun. If you would be my punk rock princess then I'll be your heroin.

Scott keeps telling me how fantastic when it is down, even when it is poofy. I am starting to believe him, heh. I have managed to control it, and since it's longer, it gets better and better.

When I look at my window, I see all of them closed with shut curtains. No one is here. I am the only girl on my floor. This is rather unfortunate. I managed to snag a few movies from Michele and Kristi's room so I will have something to watch besides what's on TV and what's in my small collection. And I have nail polish from Lindsey to mix it up a little. I have a paper flower Scott made and signed so I can think about him, lol. I have some money to order pizza, which will last three meals and some Chinese which will last two meals. Plus all my fruit and mac 'n cheese. I just wish I had some milk to make it slightly less cheesy. It's really cheesy if there is no milk...maybe I can buy some this week since I won't have time today and the bus doesn't run tomorrow. Monday?

I don't think I am going to get Tuesday off. Beth has to strike her play set that night. And I can't get a hold of Kristine. I think she is avoiding my calls, which is really sad because I covered a Sunday shift for her a while back and we didn't trade. Blah. I hope Angela can at least trade my night shift for that morning shift. I want to see the band concert. And that would give me an extra night at home. *pout* I don't know...all I want to do is go home. I am jealous of everyone else that gets to. I realize I was the one who took this job, but it was because I couldn't find a school job. And I really do get paid more this way. This makes me realize how badly I want a car. Even if only for work on Sundays and to come home more often. I realize it's cheaper to take the train but the train only goes home at certain times...I could spend more time there instead of at the train station or at least waiting for the train.

And now I am just babbling, for which I apologize. I am going to go eat some chili and relax with a movie before taking a shower and getting ready for work. Have a fantastic day, my journal.

PS Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was fantastic. I might be going to see it again!!

"Oh, geeze."

Rachel was here earlier.

I have nothing to do today because it's the end of the week, the start of fall break, so nothing is really assigned. I did my nails, took a shower, listened to music, and avoiding the TV. I was flipping through my random music list and a song came on that Ben burned onto a CD for me. And I started to think about him. I realized he's been gone for over a year now. A year this past Sunday. Who would have known that? It makes me sad and I want to cry but I don't want to cry, don't want to feel sad, don't want to be the me from last year. Does that make sense? I guess it doesn't have to.

To take my mind off things and to relax beyond my wildest dreams, I am listening to Something Corporate (thanks to Matt) and playing Mah Jong. *sigh* Have a good one, kiddies.