Name:Sara Location: Los Angeles, California, United States Gender:Female
Interests:Sometimes I feel like a nut, and sometimes I don't. My favorite number is eleven. I think that thong pantyliners defeat the purpose. I was Art Garfunkel for Halloween!! I'm makin' a collage in the tunnel of love. Girl you got just one more chance...COME ON BABY WHILE I DANCE!! Expertise:Music/pop culture trivia, Tarkish Pants Occupation:Student
Ho-hum; seems as though I've wound up another evening of Floydslash and too many regular sodas. I'm off to catch the late-night shows and then I've got to buckle down and read some of this damn War and Peace. It is without a doubt the most excruciating literary experience of my seventeen years. Oy!
I do promise a rather long update in the near future, featuring, of course, the pictures from Tuesday's fab CLASS OF '09 FUND-"RASIER" con Esposa. Ooh, and the return of the Dress Feature. I've found some lovely new ones for your viewing pleasure/abject horror...heh heh!
Nighty night and much love to all.
-Sara
P.S. This song is stuck in my head; I had to include it. Y'know. For posterity. (AndcertainlynotbecauseihavesomekindofrogerwatersgongfetishNOPE. Because that would be wrong.)
I can't believe it's actually 2007. I rang in the New Year with Lindsay at Du-par's in the Grove. They just reopened a few days ago after a two-year renovation; the owner spent at least an hour talking to us about the history of not only his restaurant but, in fact, the entire restaurant community of Los Angeles. Oy. Well, he was nice enough.
Sara's Big, Lofty List O' Resolutions (In No Particular Order):
1. BE ON TIME TO SCHOOL. 2. Try to overcome my various social phobias 3. Be more responsible/reliable when it comes to friends/family 4. Learn how to speak up/say NO (I am a pushover) 5. Stop lurking around a bunch of LiveJournal communities - actually pipe up once in a while 6. Find the battery from my phone/any other missing stuff 7. Work on my music 8. Get mah damn permit 9. Communicate more with my dad/help him get my grandma's house together 10. Pay more attention to the news
Zeus visited with us yesterday morning. I tried to involve him in my odd childhood tradition of sitting in a cardboard box and watching the Rose Parade (??), but the dog wasn't havin' it. He got scared by the box (and he was probably confused as to why Nick Nolte's mug shot was trying to pet him) and attempted to run away/bite my finger, but my mom managed to get a picture:
A few minutes after this was taken, I gave up the ghost and put the box away. Methinks that watching the Rose Parade stopped being exciting at about the same time puberty hit, unfortunately.
In other news, today is Peter's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I am currently watching the Ford funeral and trying to learn something. I'm also still trying to get the house together. It's an uphill battle, one that usually requires hard shoes and protective eyewear. Eeek... (Not to mention, my freakin' toilet is broken YET AGAIN.)
In the spirit of resolution #3, there is something I wanna tell you gals: 2006 was pretty crappy, at least in the latter months, but I know for a fact that it would have been a hell of a lot worse without you. I feel incredibly lucky to have you as my friends; I just want you to know as that fact is probably lost underneath my usual antics, transvestic crap and what have you.
...No; I have not been drinking.
I gotta go for now...prob'ly be back later. OH! If anyone has Chloe's hospital invitation, I would appreciate the info...I think I lost my little piece o' paper.
1. Happy belated birthday to Lindsay, who doesn't even read this...but, still! YAY FIFI!!
2. I did not go to school today.
3. I am about to eat some minestrone soup.
4. Once again, I have managed to elude sleep. Yet, this time, I actually have a good reason. I've been cleaning the house all night; I even managed to come up with an elaborate system of sorting and storing our mountains of VHS tapes. (I may or may not admit that the entire ordeal was a cheap and thinly veiled excuse to use my beloved label-maker.)
5. I was fiddling about (fiddling about, fiddle about...FIDDLE! FIDDLE!!) with said label-maker when I decided to name my PC and monitor. The monitor is Shep; the PC is Annabel Folgers Paradiddle Jane McVicar-Newton of Ulm. I labeled them accordingly. Then two lovely men in white suits came and hauled my ass off to the happy home. Yep. Padded walls...groovy! (It's a shame there wasn't room for Whiskey Man as well...)
6. The freezer, fridge and toilet died on Thanksgiving. My dad fixed the toilet immediatamente. They're coming to do the fridge tomorrow. It still has stuff in it. Warm stuff. *shudder/jibblies* And though I can't speak from personal experience, I'm willing to bet it smells worse in there than "the foul stench of wet The Cheat."
7. Okay, now the funny part: about a month or so ago, I lobbed my cell phone across the living room in some sort of sleepy rage. It landed somewhere in the Eastern Pile O' Stuff, losing its battery and back cover on the way. The phone's been useless ever since. However, tonight, as I was sorting the crap on the floor into neat little piles, I noticed an odd little silvery thing. Lo and behold, it's the back cover of my cell phone. It was wedged, of all places, between the pages of my Dictionary of Science. I found this to be freakin' hilarious for some reason. But, I mean, c'mon...why the hell do I even HAVE a Dictionary of Science in the first place?!
Anyway, I hope y'all had a rockin' Turkey Day. See ya tomorrow, chicas.
...Sacre bleu! How come I always forget about the DRESS FEATURE?
Moonie, Moonie, Moonie. In all his glory, dear boy!
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