That Girl's Not Right In The Brain

Sunday, September 27, 2009

I found myself...


I was bored and decided to figure out what comes up when I type my name into google. I was shocked to find out how much there really was. I am glad, however, that if a potential university was to do the same thing, they would never find anything bad. fewf.
I few months back, probably more like six, i posted a video of me doing my own slam poetry on youtube.com. Today i found that same video on a poetry site. Gotpoetry.com has videos of thousands of poems. I'm just honoured that It is even consittered a poem that was worth a linking. yay for me.

Thats all I really wanted to say. Yay for me. Thats it.
Thanks Internetz.

Sarah

Thursday, September 17, 2009

BATMAN!!!!!

I've just had one of the simplest pleasures. I talked to my nephew on the phone today. My beautiful nephew.
My heart just exploded into a million pieces when i heard him on the other end screaming "SARAH!" and "I LOVE YOU!" It is the most amazing feeling. He is going to be such a smart boy. He is my first nephew, and I love him sooooo much. He also told me that for Halloween he is going to be Batman! I'm excited for the pictures.
Anyways, that's my update.

Sarah

Friday, September 11, 2009

Even though she can be a dick sometimes...

I actually love my sister.
This should give some inspiration and some hope to those of you who hate your siblings. I was exactly where you were. They do everything they can to annoy you, they borrow your stuff without asking, they try and hang out with your friends and they try and pin stuff on you that you didn't do. Yup, that's a sibling.
I'm not going to claim to be perfect, no one is. I have my faults as a sister. I was the annoying little sister who wanted to hang out with her friends and borrow her clothes and make-up, but that was years and years ago, and I'm hoping I've grown past that.
I am also not going to say that my sister is perfect either. After our Mom left and our Nanny moved out Amanda thought she was God, or at least that she was the Mom in the house. And not in a sweet loving way. Maybe there was love behind her actions, but it was so behind that no one could see it.

I'm happy to report that I've been able to forgive her for being a complete asshat to me as I was growing up and I've now come to love her. My Dad always said I would love her one day, but I never believed him, maybe he was actually right for once.

Like I said. I love my sister now.
When I get bored, I can call her and tell her how my week is going.
I can get to know things about her that I never knew. My sister lets me into her personal world now, and I'm so greatful for that.

I thank God everyday for that family I've been given, and my sister is an major part of that.

A Little Sister.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

I enjoy long walks in the park...

Ah, a new school year. Can I throw up yet? No, okay.
Today I heard two people reference the fact that it was our `Last First Day.' How depressing is that?
Tomorrow my 'walk in the park' day. English, Art, Free Block, and Grad Transitions. Its barely even worth getting out of bed--The next day would be a 'run in the park.'
I'm confident that this year i'll have more time to do what I want to do. Awesome.

It's so weird watching people around me grow up, even though I always stay the same way. I am, and will always be shorter then people, so having the new grade eights coming in taller then me hurts me a little bit. I hate it when people look down on me--- bleh.

Anyways, School sucks, God is Good.

Goodnight world.

Sarah

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Quality;

I just recently got back from a camp I go to annually. Lets just say-- This week alone I've seen more puke then I ever have. And, to make it even better, one of my good friends made a video to commemorate one of the events that caused most of it and I've spent the last 15 minutes dry-heaving. Thanks Matt.

I don't know if I can stomach the KD that I made just before I watched it-- I now don't know if I wasnt to eat it---

I've started a regretful countdown. In 5 days I'm entering into my final year of high-school. Now, i'm not going to get all nestalgic about all of the "good times" or lack thereof, but I think i kind of have a point-- irrelivaent or not.
This is a message to the younger grades--- It doesn't get any easier.

There. Plain and simple.

Have fun. I know I wont be.

Sarah