Vitamin Ceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Feels good a-runnin' through my veins.  Make me feel not so weak and tired and congested and blah.

So.  Today was supposed to be the day from hell.  In fact, it kind of was.

Long, boring day at school.  Long, boring staff meeting.  Calculus quiz, on which I made a 5 out of 7 - or a 71.  (I won't punish you with the details.)  Upon my early arrival at the mall, an event transpired that made two of my favorite people in the whole wide world very miserable.

I was looking forward to a very unpleasant four hours at work, wishing I were at home doing homework... but to my surprise... It was fun.

It took my mind off of school.  It wasn't that busy, so I didn't have to deal with many people.  Plus, I found out that Mitch will laugh at pretty much anything.

So really, going to work today was like going to payed playtime.  It was fun.

Now I'm at home, showered, and ready to write that paper before I turn in for the night.

Friiiiiiiiiday... Only a few minutes away.  ^_^

Also if you missed it in the photobox - Here is Kelsey Shearron looking mightily like a fish:  (I hate you more.  : p)

Things that make me happy:

1.  Watching Spiderman with Rachel and Will
2.  Ninja Turtles fruit snacks
3.  Vitamin C

Things that make me not-so-happy:

1.  The paper I have to write on how Spiderman and "The Metamorphosis" are alike.
2.  The idea of how expensive the next year is going to be... and the fact that I'm no good with money.
3.  Allergies that are possibly turning into a cold...?

You guys...

The Crocodile Hunter died.

Steve Irwin.  As in the guy who says "crikey" - he's dead.

http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2006/09/04/irwin_hum.html?category=human&guid=20060904083000&&clik=news_tkr

It's a three day weekend.  I have no homework.  Why am I not happier about this?

Because my allergies are trying to kill me again.  My last two bad allergy spells made me think I was sick because I had a really sore throat, a lot of pressure on my ears, and general icky-ness.  But this time I just realized it's my weird-ass allergies.

And they need to go die somewhere in a manner that is most uncomfortable.

Today was fun.  Subdued, dreary, tired fun.  But fun all the same.

And it's only about 7:40.  For a Saturday, the night is still young!

Soooo... pretty sure my grade is... not good.

I don't know the exact number.  I didn't stay to find out because I didn't want to punish myself right when I was already feeling down.

I suppose I'll just have to kick up my homework a notch and start studying with my dad as much as I can.  Because if I can do the homework, I should be able to do the test.  Right?

Well that's what I thought, anyways.

Ah well.  Tomorrow is another day.  And unfortunately that other day is less than an hour away.  Perhaps I should get some sleep.

I've got a predicament...

When I'm in math class, I feel just a tad bit, oh let's say - retarted.

Except when I get home and I ask my dad to do Calculus with me, I'm not that that bad at it.

In fact, I'm kind of good at it.

So how come I have this history of totally sucking on tests and quizzes in math, no matter which subject?

Because I feel like I can't do it and that I'm not smart enough.  So I wig out and panic.  Or I hear that there are only seven or eight problems on the quiz, so I assume that they're all rediculously hard and that I'm going to fail no matter what.

So if I'm not dumb when I'm at home, how do I make myself not feel dumb when I'm at school?

What an interesting day.

The least fun nature walk of all time in Photography.  It involved such lovely views as trees; grass; flowers; more trees, grass, and flowers; and trash.  The trash including all this and more:  A playstation.  Two mattresses, one futon, one twin sized.  An exercise bike.  Some Shania Twain CDs.  Two mismatched gangsta shoes.  Various parts of a stereo system.

I opened a checking account at my bank.  I'll be getting my debit card in the mail in about two weeks.  Somehow I'm hoping that this will make me more responsible with money. . . . .Yeah, that sounds funny to me too.

I said farewell to my Memphis-bound homie, Brian King. 
(Have fun settling in, keep us posted.)
And found out that even five years after I left, the little desktop publishing thing I made in seventh grade is still laminated on the wall somewhere in Mr. King's shop class.  Mad Microsoft Publisher skills.  MAD, I tell you.

My Grandmother turned 69.  Which means she's almost 70.  Which mean's she's really getting old.  Which means I have to start getting used the idea of her not being around.  This is displeasing.
Her party was also a joint going-away party for my aunt Karn's niece Ping, who is going back to Thailand after staying here all summer to visit and help out Karn, my uncle David, and their daughter Diana.

Michael Thoe and I went to Hastings.  Where we happened to run into almost every single person on the planet that we know.  We spent a ridiculous amount of time looking at movies, games, and books before returning to his house to watch So I Married and Axe Murderer.

And now here I am at 1:30 AM.  Wasting my time on the internet.

And since it's technically the 26th now, I can say this:

HAPPY FRIGGIN' BIRTHDAY, GRACE LANGELAND!

Thank you.

Come on now, who do you -
Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
Ha ha ha!  Bless your soul.
You really think you're in control?

*sings along at an annoyingly high pitch*

Ahhhhhhh.  I love that song.

This weekend was pretty good.  Michael Cole and Rachel Hodorowicz on Friday.  Brian King and Megan McDonald on Saturday.  Megan McDonald and Carmeron West and Mady Robertson today.

I miss the summer.  I miss spontaneously deciding to stay out until un-god o' clock in the morning.  I miss not caring that it was 10 PM was way too late for caffine and deciding to get coffee anyways.  I miss seeing my friends all the time.

I've been kind of bipolar in my attitude about this school year.

My classes aren't that bad, but I don't have my classes with my very closest friends.  Because of band, JROTC, and work, I don't get to see my Siegel friends hardly at all.  About 90% of my college friends are leaving or have already left.

Once May rolls around, there'll just be a month or two left and then life as I know it really will be over.  My core group of friends will be completely torn apart.  It doesn't help that I'm determined to go to a school that has Latin.  (I recently found out that MTSU doesn't.)

Agh.  I sound really emo.  That makes me feel dirty all over.  And not in a pleasant way.  I think I'll go listen to some rap music or something until I feel back to normal.

As you guys know, a week ago today, my purse got stolen at the Belcourt Theatre in Nashville.  I had gone there to see and mock one of the most rediculously bad films in the history of the universe.  And somewhere in the process, my purse disappeared with several valuables inside it.  Not to mention that, to me, the purse itself was a valuable.

So yeterday, after spending my last day with Michael Cole that I will get to spend for a long time (he's moving out of state tomorrow), I went to see Pulse with Rachel Hodorowicz.

So we enjoy Ian Somerholder's smoldering hottness and discuss the fact that Mattie and "Josh" would have a much better relationship if she could just remember that "Josh"s name is in fact, Drew Wimberly.  (Don't believe me?  Go see the movie.  It's Drew Wimberly.)

Oh yeah.  The point.

I got a phone call during the film that I missed because I'm a good girl who keeps her cell phone on silent or vibrate in the movie theatre.  But they left a message.

It was the Belcourt Theatre.

They found my purse.

A week later.  After replacing my lisence, my locks, and my auto insurance cards... And coming to peace with the fact that I did a really supremely dumb thing and bad consequences resulted of it...

They found my purse.

Someone just sat down in one of the seats in the movie theatre and was like, "Hey, there's a purse here."

What the crap?  We searched for that purse, and we couldn't find it in any of the seats in or near where I was sitting.

Know what else?  It's full.

ID, money, insurance cards, keys.  It's all there.

That kind of killed my learning experience.

If you ever have the opportunity to go to the airport with a bunch of friends to pick up another friend, especially if it involves crazy windblown hair and loud rap music... Do it.

Heck, if you just have the opportunity to do anything with your friends... DO IT.  You'll be glad you did.

Because you never know when they won't be there to do things with anymore.

On that note...

Does your chain hang low?
Do it wobble to the flow?
Does it shine in the light?
Is it platinum, Is it gold?
Could you throw it over ya shoulda
If ya hot, to make ya cold?
Do your chain hang low?

Nothing yet from the Belcourt on whether or not they found my purse lying about.  So I probably won't ever hear anything from them.  *shrug*  It happens.

Also, there is a huge mother effin' spider that has been camping out next to the door on the airport side of my condo.  I'm pretty sure it's a wolf spider.  Huge, scary looking, jumps high, but not poisonous.  Don't let the non-poisonous bit fool you, though... it's still a vicious killing machine.  It'll just gnaw you to death instead.  Viciously!

Due to the fact that it's just been hanging out around the door and that it disappears whenever my dad goes out to kill it for me... I think it's a spy.  I think it's in cahoots with its spider buddies and it's just the scout gathering information so that they can launch a large scale attack against me.

So. If any of you feel like killing an extremely nasty spider, I would love you forever.  And I would owe you just about until the day I die.

Also, if you hadn't caught on, my Megan got hired at the Cookie Store!  This will make my work experience much more enjoyable, I'll tell you what.

One more announcement in the Cookie Store department.  Virginia, who is now the official store manager here in Murfreesboro, is looking to hire, "another hot guy."  (Besides Mitch, who is extremely fine.)

So.  If you're a sexy dude in need of a job... Apply at the Cookie Store soon.  If you're not motivated or responsible or friendly, don't bother applying because this woman will not hire you.

(Now, I will mock Brian King, who was going to apply there shortly after Virginia started taking over the Cookie Store about a month and a half ago, but was beat to the punch by two other people, and who now has no purpose in applying because he is about to leave for Memphis.  *mockmockmock*)

If you see a guy, or girl, walking around with a denim and green corduroy patchwork purse that has an old navy jeans patch on one side and is lined with a t-shirt from abercrombie and says "Stephen" in stitchwork on the bottom that was handmade and given to me as a Christmas present during my sophomore year, containing:

• a beauty & the beast wallet with about $30 cash and my drivers lisence and insurance cards inside
  


• keys to my house, my grandparents' house, my car, my dad's car, my mom's van, my aunt's truck, my grandparents' car, and the keyless entry to my grandparent's car
  


• 1 tube of burt's beeswax lip balm
  


• 1 ballpoint pen

• 1 elastic hair tie...

Give him (or her) a good swift kick in the crotch for me.

Because this person is a douchebag.

Thank goodness that being at work got me in the habit of keeping my cell phone in my pocket.

Quote of the day:

"I wonder how many Amish people kill themselves a year?"  --Sara Read.  (Or is it Reid?  I don't know.)

Also, good news!

My best friend became employed today!

Also, bad news.

A girl got fired from the Cookie Store yesterday for stealing stuff and giving out freebies to friends.

So no more goodies for yous guys, unless you cough up the cash.

Because even though it's not the best place on earth, I don't really want to loose my job.

I got all the classees I asked for.

No joke.  The new schedule system at Oakland screwed up at least half of the schedules... people who have multiple third periods or who have no fourth period or who for some reason have more than or less than six or seven classes on their sheet...

But I got everything I asked for.

1 - Economis S1 / Psychology S2
2 - AP Calculus
3 - JROTC IV
4 - AP English IV
5 - Latin III
6 - Photography

The good:

Got all my classes.  I have first lunch.  Actually have a class with Stephen this year.  Actually have a class with Abby this year.  Have a class with Kelsey again.  DID NOT get a freshman class to teach in JROTC.  Latin III actually made for a class... for now.  They let me into photography even though I didn't really have all the requirements.  (I didn't take Art II.  Shhhhh.)  Three of my friends from work go to Oakland.  And there was a run in with one of them (the hott one) that makes for an amusing story that I will tell you some other time.

The bad:

Latin might fall through and move to Early Day, depending on William, Ella, and a few other people. Right now the only people in the class are myself, Andrew, and Sean.  If it moves, it'll probably move to Early Day, which means I have to drag my ass outta bed at ungod-o'clock in the morning.  It also means that I would have to either take seven classes AGAIN or I would have to give up photography, which is the one class that I have with Michael, Stephen, Abby, and Kelsey.

The FUGLY:

I only have ONE class with Michael Thoe.  Sixth period photography.
I only have ONE class with Rachel Hodorowicz.  Fourth period AP English IV.
I have NO classes with Megan McDonald.  Not a single MOTHER EFFIN' one.

Today was one of those days that summer is made of.

You sit at home killing time for a few hours by munching on whatever random food comes to mind and watching whatever happens to be on tv.

Then you go out to the mall to pick up your measly paycheck from your part time job.  While at the mall, you run into two of the three close friends you have that AREN'T at band camp.

Fun ensues.

Today had shirt-buying, house-touring, strip-teasing, DDR-playing, music-listening, pizza-eating, movie-watching, and of course... that good ol' laughing-till-you-cry.

Cameron and Aaron and (later) Megan made my day.

I think it definately falls in the top ten days of this summer.

...You're sitting at a table with two Catholics and one of your chicken tenders looks like a deep fried fetus.

*crickets*

Nah.  Today wasn't that bad. 

(The deep fried fetus thing is true, though.  In fact, due to unclear speaking and bad hearing, it turned into a joke about "I don't want any nuts on my deep fried penis.")

*more crickets*

Latin kids.  Gotta love 'em.

Actually, today was pretty good.  Even if it didn't get interesting until 7-ish PM.  Got my car back.  YAY!  Played KH2 for a long time.  (I'm playing it again on the expert level.)  Hung with the Latin kids at Logans.  Chilled with Mady watching Sky High and the Batman cartoon series.

For the record... Steven Strait... the kid who plays the I-can-make-fire-with-my-hands-and-speak-Chinese-so-I-bus-tables-at-a-Chinese-resteraunt boy?

Sexy beast.

Thank you.

SARAH:  (is about five and a half hours into working seven hours on saturday of tax free weekend)

PHONE:  (vibrates in back pocket of my pants)

SARAH:  (jerks violently and makes an awkward squeaking noise)

PHONE: 1 New Message from Carlton

NEW MESSAGE FROM CARLTON:  no tax day = soul sucking vortex of doom

SARAH:  (laughs heartily only so that she does not weep at the despair that is this day)

...And scene.  Seriously, no joke.  The people at the Cookie Store that have been working there a while said that today was busier than Black Friday.  (You know, the day after Thanksgiving where most businesses make it into the black for the first time all year?  Moving on.)

From about 1 PM until I got off at 8 PM we had every employee but one working in the store.  First it was everyone except Maja, and then it was everyone except Amanda. 

That's seven or eight hot bodies crammed into a tiny store with two huge ovens burning at 400 degreees.

I only almost fainted two or three times. 

When I started getting so light headed I couldn't even add pennies... I decided to go sit in the bathroom, which was 20-30 degrees cooler than the rest of the store.

One good thing, though.  Virginia did make sure that everyone got their full break.  So that means I had half an hour to sit in ODB ("Jesus Bread" as it is known to mall employees) munching on a turkey sandwich and the world's best brownie.

After work, I hung out in ODB until they closed all the curtains.  With me still in the store, of course, because I'm that special.  I left so they could clean up and I swung in Hot Topic where my Stevie was working.  I got to chat with him about his playa-ness and I got him to hold a couple of shirts for me until I get paid on Monday.

After that was a fantabulous trip to Marble Slab with Carlton!  Peanut butter banana ice cream with vanilla wafers and banana chunks just might be the best thing in the whole wide world.  Or it would be, if you added some caramel to the mix.

We lounged around outside talking about the hilarious people we know and the hilarious things they do.  'Twas amazing.

Now, though, I am sleepy.  I think it is time for me to go beddy-bye.

Ahhh... I was right.  Getting back into JROTC was a lot of fun.  The only not fun night was that by the end of Friday night, all the upperclassmen had been wearing their battalion shirts three days in a row and there was some serious stank going on in the gym hallway...

My JROTC kids crack me up.  Take the photo above, for example.  "JROTC Wireless.  Bringing you more cadets in more places."  I learned how to march wheels this week!  It was exciting. They're a huge workout too, because you have to lift your legs really high and stomp really hard to stay in step.

Being the S-1 this year is going to be a hell of a lot of work, but I think it's gonna be fun.  (Yay!)

Have you ever had one of those moments where you thought to yourself, "Oh.  That's why my parents got divorced"?

(Obviously this doesn't apply to those of you whose parents have never gotten divorced.  If your parents haven't ever been divorced and it still applies to you, you must have been confused at the time.)

Have you ever had an additional follow-up thought along the lines of, "Oh dear god, what if I'm like that?"

Not a pleasant thought train.  And even when the parent apologizes, it doesn't seem to make anything better.  But scrubbing dishes helps.

Check it out.  Pee Wee's Big Adventure!

Can you believe I'd never seen that movie before?  Ahhh, it was beautiful.  I couldn't stop laughing.

Anyways.  I'm tired.  And I'm working noon to six tomorrow... So bleh.  I need to get some shut eye.  'Night, all!

Hey, can't kick the habit
Yeah, I got to have it
Yeah, I'm what they call a
Love addict, love addict

This is half of the chorus to the first song I ever legally downloaded from the internet.  ("Love Addict" by Family Force 5, From iTunes, about three days ago.)  It cracks me up.

You know what else cracks me up?  Grace Langeland.

"So what would you do if he refused to shave his beard?"

"I would love him for who he is... And then shave it off in the middle of the night."

Whooooooo.  Good times.

JROTC mini camp starts next week.  And according to Autumn, I need to come into school on Monday, not Tuesday like the other people.  Apparently Michael, Autumn, and I are special because of our hoity-toity positions.

Ah well.  Maybe it'll be good to get back into JROTC.

I heart you way hard.

Seriously, you guys are the reason I bother getting out of bed in the morning (or afternoon, you know, whenever).  You make up for all the crappy stuff life throws at me.

Whether you're staying or going, no matter how much of a "jerk" I think you are or you think I am, you need to know.

I heart you.  WAY hard.

(And others as well.  I just don't have that many pictures.)

This summer is the prequel to the transition period of my life.  I'm one of those people who is terrified of change.  (I don't think it's bad, I just think it's very scary.)  Choosing a college, saying goodbye to the people I care about most, growing up... Not exactly on the top ten of my to do list.

So just in case you were wondering, I loves yous.

And the day's only half over!

So this morning I got up at the crack of 7:20 to accompany the lovely Rachel Carlton (see below) to her senior pictures.  She looked amazing - of course - and her pictures should turn out very well.

Haha... random mom of another kid getting pictures thought that we were sisters becaues we "look alike."  Which I guess we kind of do.  We've talked before about trying to con people into believe we were sisters.

I felt pushy.  As we were walking around the outdoor area, we came to stop near the big barn / truck / gas pump thingy.  I said to Rach, "I think they want to take a picture of you with the gas pump."

To which Rachel replied, "I hope not."

So the photographer says, "Let me get over here by this gas pump."

As they were posing her, I made sure to say really loud so the photographer could hear, "Rachel, do you not want to do this one?"

They moved her to a pretty fence with some bamboo.  Much better.

After pictures it was time for breakfast!  Slash lunch.  Carlton had coffee.  She decided that they brought her a glass of water to keep her creamers cold.

Gah it's only noon!  My day isn't anywhere near done yet and already I've had a blast.

So the Cookie Store's power went out late Friday night.

And didn't get fixed until 11:30ish Saturday morning.  And the power outage took with it our soda fountain's ability to function.

This, my friends, was a bad bad thing to happen on a Saturday.

Luckily, when I got to work today, all was functional once more.

Unfortunately, we had many douche bags who didn't understand signals like lights being turned off and metal gates pulled down over doors, or us wrapping trays of cookies in giant plastic bags.

It's almost 6:15.  "Are you open?"  I get asked this about four times.  And becuase of store policy, I have to say yes.  And unwrap whatever trays whatever cookies these people want are on.

If you're ever in the mall as it's closing, please don't come up to me and ask me for cookies.  Because I will give them to you.  Only I will most likely throw them at your eyes as if they were ninja stars.