Sarah Vermillion
Relationship Status
Single
Highschool
Oakland High School
College
University of Memphis
Interests
JROTC, Math, Science, Literature, Music, Movies, Photography
Favorite Music
Depeche Mode, Tori Amos, Alanis Morissette, Coheed & Cambria, REM, Smashing Pumpkins, Hootie and the Blowfish, Barenaked Ladies, Bush, Beck, Disturbed, Linkin Park, Goo Goo Dolls, Muse, Semisonic, Collective Soul, Placebo, Weezer, U2, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes, Oasis, Aqua, Lloyd Rogers, Garbage, Bond, Offspring, Queen, Toadies, Live, Keane, The Magnetic Fields
Favorite Movies
Labyrinth, Dark Crystal, Kill Bill Vol.1, Kill Bill Vol. 2, The Princess Bride, Willow, Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Star Wars Trilogy, A Fish Called Wanda, Beauty & The Beast, The Little Mermaid, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Island, Saved!, Whale Rider, The Muppet Movie, Muppet Treasure Island, Finding Forrester, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Fight Club, Sin City, Team America World Police, Cannibal! The Musical
Favorite Books
Number the Stars, The Giver, Dandelion Wine, The Martian Chronicles, The Old Man and the Sea, Harry Potter Series, Lord of the Rings, Hithchikers Guide to the Galaxy, Old Kingdom Trilogy, Shades Children, Rocket Boys, Tales of Alvin Maker, Chronicles of Narnia, Memoirs of a Geisha, Slaughterhouse Five, Silas Marner, Night
Hey... I
June 05 2005
At my mom's wedding yesterday I was about ready to kill myself... it had started an hour and a half late and I was overheated and still stuck in that dress and not feeling well.
I pushed play on the cd player and cranked it up (apparently my 5 disc changer is too hi-tech for the horde of computer programmers who attended the wedding).
Then I got this urge to go stand in the driveway and stare longingly down it, as if it would make my friends rescue me faster or something. So I start walking over there.
"Sarah, turn it up more!"
Why? It's loud enough, bitches. But I didn't say that. Because it was my mom's wedding. And I'm not completely hearltless.
So I trudge back to the CD player and give the volume another crank. I had to wear flip flops under my dress because the ground was too soft for my heels - prolly would have broken an ankle.
I'm fuming. I want to burst into tears. I want to go away. I want to hit one of the computer geniuses with a brick and say "SEE THE PLAY BUTTON? GUESS WHAT IT DOES. SEE THE VOLUME KNOB? GUESS WHAT IT DOES! NOW LET ME GO STAND IN THE DRIVEWAY UNTIL MY LEGS GIVE OUT BENEATH ME!!!!"
I turn around.
Jane and Michael are standing right there in my driveway.
I'm saved.
I pushed play on the cd player and cranked it up (apparently my 5 disc changer is too hi-tech for the horde of computer programmers who attended the wedding).
Then I got this urge to go stand in the driveway and stare longingly down it, as if it would make my friends rescue me faster or something. So I start walking over there.
"Sarah, turn it up more!"
Why? It's loud enough, bitches. But I didn't say that. Because it was my mom's wedding. And I'm not completely hearltless.
So I trudge back to the CD player and give the volume another crank. I had to wear flip flops under my dress because the ground was too soft for my heels - prolly would have broken an ankle.
I'm fuming. I want to burst into tears. I want to go away. I want to hit one of the computer geniuses with a brick and say "SEE THE PLAY BUTTON? GUESS WHAT IT DOES. SEE THE VOLUME KNOB? GUESS WHAT IT DOES! NOW LET ME GO STAND IN THE DRIVEWAY UNTIL MY LEGS GIVE OUT BENEATH ME!!!!"
I turn around.
Jane and Michael are standing right there in my driveway.
I'm saved.
