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I love this comic strip.

You should go to sinfest.net RIGHT NOW. Start at the beginning and just read it. Coolest comic strip ever.

This strip actually makes me think more about spirituality than pretty much... anything else. But then again, I'm a WEIRDO. So don't mind me. Just read the damn strip.

:p

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Hey... this site is going to dissappear soon. Nathan says my username is too long and it's messing up the format of the site.

:p

But he's going to do some geeky-programmer trick that just forwards everything to my new username.

*sigh* Going back to square one. Can you guess what my new phusebox username will be?

Bet you can't...

SURPRISE! It'll be "butch_lebeau." Hah... bet you didn't see THAT one coming.

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NUMBER 1:

"Can you imagine me hitting her with a breadstick? Wouldn't that be funny?"

NUMBER 2:

"Her eyes would explode!"

NUMBER 3, definately the MOST important:

"He's the Sithiest Sith that ever Sithed!"

Thank you for your time and a attention, ladies and jellyspoons. Have an is love for all your hard work.

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The hospital sent my mom home.

They don't know what's wrong with her.

Her heart and her gall bladder or anything that could have been causing it seems to be in working order.

But she still can't eat.

Maybe they'll do something if I have to drive her back up there in 24 hours because she's starving to death.

Retards.

---IN OTHER NEWS:

Oh.
Shit.

Ther is this gnat-like moth thing in my room. And it keeps doing stuff like landing on my arm or bumping into my nose or crawling accross my computer screen but I can't catch it!!! OMG! Driving me nuts.

I got a desk today (and a CD tower to match). That's right, Sebastian is no longer on the floor. And I got some new desktop speakers so I can actually hear both audio parts of whatever I'm listening to or watching.

Can you say "Rocky Horror Party in Sarah's Room?"

I bet you can.

My mommy has slipped back into not being able to eat. She's been throwing up everything solid and most things liquid. She hasn't had a substantial meal in about 4 days. I took her back to the ER today and they admitted her pretty fast. When I left she was hooked up to an IV to get her all un-dehydrated and watching TV.

When the docs figure out what's causing it, I'll tell you guys.

"...And - WHAM! I was horizontal!"

Yeah, pretty sure that's the funniest thing I've ever done.

Too bad that it was just me being retarted instead of me being witty and clever.

^_^

Went to Dillard's today with Steffy. I made her try on the ugliest formals I could find. And she totally made them look incredible. I swear, we're getting her that butterfly dress.

Megan, Leah, Grace, Jane, Michael, and Brian wound up meeting us there in Dillards. After seeing what I did to Steffy, Grace asked me to pick her out some formals too. So I did. And she totally rocked them.



photo from Janie_pants

Look at how gorgeous she is! Doesn't it make you sick? And I totally picked that dress out for her (with tip from Megan). Damn those top 2 inches! DAMN THEM!!!

Wish I could play dress up like that. But then again, I am playing seeing as how I get to pick out all the clothes. Steffy and Grace are just my little dollies... who are both taller than me. And are 3 or more sizes smaller than me...

Shut up. I didn't ask you. :p

Jane is awesome because she made Mac - n - Cheese! Mmm. I'm awesome because I made brownies. And totally turned Michael into my kitchen bitch.

Hah... that was hilarious.

Told him to study his kitchen so he'll be better prepared for the next time I cook at his house. ^_^

Who wants to go to a cleaning party at my house? Will involve moving a few pieces of furniture, putting books on shelves, possibly HANGING shelves, dusting, vacuuming, etc. And pizza or some other form of delivery/take out. And you'll get to see the coolest room in the world (besides Abby Donnel's). And you'll get to sit or possibly even lay down on the world's coolest waterbed. Don't believe me? Ask Michael and Steffy.

The way my computer's CD burner has always worked if I want to copy a CD:

I put the one I want to make a copy of in my DVD player. I put the blank one in my CDR-Drive/Buner.

But today? It says, "Please insert the disc you want to copy into the E: drive [CDR Drive]. Sonic RecordNow! will make a temporary copy of this disc and then burn it onto a blank one."

And I can't figure out how to change it back to the way it used to be. So I did what it said and right now it's in the "burning the temporary copy to the blank disc" phase. And it's taking FOREVER.

Making DATA CDs takes like 15 minutes. But MUSIC CD's have always taken 6 or 7 minutes TOPS. The blank CD has been in there for 10 minutes already, and my computer is saying it will take at least 7 more.

What's wrong with Sebastian???

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Yeah, you know you like it.

I'm getting kidnapped.

Guess I better pack a toothbrush, huh?

So my aunt totally got the wrong showtime and hour movie started about and hour before we thought it did. Whoooops. >_

Okay, I wanted this Father's Day to be particularly awesome for my Dad because it's the first Father's Day that I've been living wih him (I moved in about 6 months ago) since I was about 3 years old. (Parents divorced when I was 3 or 4, for those of you who weren't aware.)

Hahah... *gets country accent* "D-I-V-O-R-C-E: DEEVORCE"

Yeah... I totally went to see that movie with Jane, Grace, and Pilote like, a year + ago. That was when I was still getting to know Grace and when I first met Pilote, actually.

Okay, done with the flashback. FATHER'S DAY.

So I wanted it to be great for him. I was going to get up at un-god o'clock this morning and get donuts from Lamar's for breakfast, get him a really awesome card and write something really sappy and emotional in it.

But I slept in. So that didn't work out.

And Brian (my older brother, who, according to Drew Cook, looks like Osama :-p) was going to do something with us today. But noooo. He doesn't FEEEEEL GOOD. And he's BROOOOKE. Well acutally, he is broke. Illness? Ehhhh whatever.

But sometime in the afternoon my Dad and I finally got off our lazy butts and went to lunch at McAllister's.

Did you know that there is a guy who works there who looks like he could be Michael Cole's long lost twin? Very creepy. And he's there EVERY TIME we go to McAllister's. Creeepy.

Sorry. Anyways, after that we went to see Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith because unlike the rest of the world, we hadn't seen it yet. (My treat, I paid for it! Woot!) And then it was takeout from La Siesta for dinner.

Around 10 PM my Dadoo and I were watching an extremely old episode of The Simpsons that my Dad had taped. Homer ate some cookies. My Dad turned to me and said, "We should make cookies."

". . .Kroger's open."

"Let's go."

So we went to Kroger at 10 PM and bought some Break-n-Bake chocolate chunk cookies and a gallon of 1% milk. And we went home and had cookies while we watched old taped episodes of our favorite shows.

And did you know that NBC is finally putting Scrubs out on DVD? Holy crap... must save money.

So yeah, not as picture perfect as I wanted to make it for my Dad. But he seemed to enjoy it thoroughly.

I'm abusive. I know that.

I'm tempermental. I know that too.

I'm working on both of those things.

I realized it's finally started getting to you. Oh well, not like I don't deserve it or anything.

I just wish you'd work on your end of it. Maybe you don't even know you do it.

It's almost 5 AM.

I'm sleepy.

I want yogurt.

And I want to take a ballroom dance course.

Isn't Moulin Rouge nifty?

Hmm...

Not a whole lot to say. I set an alarm so I wouldn't sleep in and waste the entire day. Got up around 10:45. Listened to a little music to wake myself up. Went downstairs and sat on the couch. Had plans of making myself breakfast and watching TV and then working out on the rowing machine.

I fell asleep.

Woke up at 3 PM.

THEN made a very late lunch of a Tostino's cheese pizza and 2 cans of coke.

Maybe if somebody ELSE slaps me I'll get the msessage. It doesn't seem to work when I try to make myself do things.

Anyways. Watched some trash on VH1. I have GOT to quit watching that crap. And then I came upstairs, played more music, and took a shower.

Now I'm sitting here at 7 PM, clean but clothesless and I haven't worked out or cleaned or anything productive. I haven't even drunk / dranken / drunken / whatever a whole bottle of water yet today. Shame, shame, shame, shame.

Think I've finally found a job that won't drive me crazy. And maybe it will help me hone my sense of direction, finding my way, and remembering where I'm going. Dawn's gonna see if MTMC will hire 16 year olds to be transporters.

And it pays between 7 and 8 dollars an hour. WOOT!

Spent 2 days with Jane.

And then a day with Megan.

My life is mucho mucho better. ^_^

But those clothes still suck. Only now I'm stuck with them. Blech.

SAVED!:

"I only have room for one of you."

"I'm the father."

"I'm the boyfriend."

"I'm his boyfriend."

Yeah. That be one awesome movie.

The following is a public service announcement...

Fuck clothes.

Fuck shirts.

Fuck skirts.

Fuck capris.

Fuck clothing in any size, shape, color, or form in which it may exist. Fuck clothing designers. Fuck clothing manufacturers. Fuck clothing retailers.

The following is a list of clothing retailers that have my permission and reccomendation to go to hell.

Target can go to hell.

Kohl's can go to hell.

Old Navy can go to hell.

Gap can go to hell.

Charlotte Russe can also go to hell.

Know what? I have short, meaty legs. I have a huge ghetto booty. I have a thick waist that is dramatically smaller than my hips and ass. I have a big rib cage. I do not have large breasts. Know what else? I'm still hotter than all the people who design and make the shit that they call clothes on the racks in stores.

So they can be fucked and go to hell.

And I will just keep to my bedroom and go naked.

Celebrating Tennessee Secession Day is really amusing and all...

But I don't see why anyone would want to celebrate it.

I personally like being a citizen of the United States of America. I may not always (or very often, for that matter) agree with my government, but overall, I'm glad I was born under the law of the US Constitution.

But I have to admit that I giggle at a lot of my friends went to Old Fort Park today to have a party in TN Secession Day's honor. ^_^ I hope they had a blast! (I was sitting on my butt at home watching some old anime I hadn't seen in two years.)

Calm down, the Rotcie is getting off her respect-the-government soap box. So you can go on to more interesting things now.

Well, they're probably not, because I know of some VERY cool people who read this blog. ^_^

But they kick ass, all the same.

I thought that last tuesday was the pure essence of summer (loitering at Fazoli's, loitering at Go USA, playing mini golf at Go USA, loitering at Go USA some more). Oh, but no. I'm pretty sure THIS tuesday has it beat.

Left Fazoli's kind of early this week. We all transferred to Starbucks for some post-fresh-Italian-goodness caffination. Had a tall caramel macchiato or whatever it's called. And a chocolate peanut butter THING. Mmmmmmm. . . *gets lost in memory of peanut buttery goodness*

Then we decided to go run around Grace's neighborhood and hang at her house. Grace accompanied me back to my house (and Lubie followed) to drop off my car. Then Lubie drove Grace and I back to her house (Grace giving directions.) But her mom was sick. And her dad threw a fit. So we decided to go to Jane's instead.

We sat on the hood of Michael's car, laid in Jane's back yard, stood around yammering. Just whatever. Until midnight or so. Michael and Jordan had to leave. And Jane, Grace, and Rachel decided to go in for the night (Grace was not feeling entirely well.) And Lubie gave me a ride home.

Nobody used air conditioning in their cars... nobody complained about being outiside.

It was just that PERFECT outside.

This tuesday currently holds the title of pure essence of summer.

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I think I miss my hair... I'm not sure. I wanted something different, but I'm not sure if chose a good cut. I need feedback! And I don't have a picture to put up. So I guess you'll just have to make arrangements to see me. ^_^

I do not understand the mysterious ways of the blogging world. I have on several occasions gotten xanga, lj, and phusebox friends who I have NO IDEA who they are.

Maybe I'm just that cool?

((This is the part where you say "Why yes you are!" You know, just in case you didn't know. :p))

Anyways, today's been good. Hanging out with relatives I haven't seen in years, hanging out with Michael, getting new hair cut, getting Far East for dinner. MMMMM.

Jordan, Mady, are you burning with jealousy yet? *wags eyebrows* Just kidding, dearies. But we absolutely MUST do our Far East day again some time.

Lalalala... I should go pick up the food now. It'll be ready by the time I get there. But wait! I thought of something ELSE to say!

Tomorrow is the beginning of the Michael & Sarah vs. Sarah's House battle. It will begin with the assembly of book shelves and the cramming of books onto those book shelves. Then shall commence the the great loads of laundry and furniture moving and box unpacking and . . . maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow!

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've got "Bohemian Raphsody" by Queen stuck in my head.

*sigh*

I feel so retarted. Been like that a lot lately.

I honestly just want to buy him three tickets to Green Day, stick them in a card and say:

Take your two best friends to the concert with you and have a blast.

Happy Birthday.

P.S. - I hate you, you bastard.

P.P.S. - Wanna make out sometime?

Hi?