uhurm...

*sticks out tongue*

NEENER NEENER NEENER!

I didn't read chapters 4 or 5 of my Advanced Placement US History textbook. We had a quiz over it yesterday.

I got a 95.

As in ninety-five percent.

Yeah, that's right. I got an A.

Over college textbook material that I DIDN'T READ.

[[Do take note: I did study my friend Cassie's six pages of notes that covered both chapters and my friend Marshall's 1/2 page of notes that covered the first bit of chapter 4.]]

[[I wouldn't have bothered with Marshall's, except that he takes the most efficient notes I have ever seen in my life. Very very very descriptive, very very very concise.]]

But yeah. Pretty sure that a lot of other kids who actually spent hours studying and taking notes [open-note quiz] got C's or F's.

Just remember kids,

If I can do it, it's guaranteed that you can too.

Don't read the homework. Make A's without cheating.

Fight the system.

*oakland power fist*

So I went to work today. No answer at the door, so I used my key to get in. The lights were off, so I turned them on. There appeared to be no one immediately around. [I have no clue who the two people working on the car in the driveway were, but they were gone by the time I next looked out the door.] The security system made it's little beepy noise it makes every time a door is opened.

It made it again.

And again.

And some more.

And started getting faster.

And then it turned into this really shrill whistly noise.

So I called my bosses' cell phone and left a long message saying, "Yeah, I came in... no one here... the house is trying to get me arrested... Guess I'll stick around and make sure no cops come by before I go home."

Then my phone says, "Surprise! You have a message from your boss. It says not to come in today."

Well yee friggin' haw.

When I went out the door, there didn't appear to be any SWAT team people ready to jump me and carry me off for interrogation, so I got in my car and came home.

But you know what this means, don't you...

SARAH HAS TIME TO DO HER HOMEWORK AND GO TO FAZOLI'S!!!

Anywho. This song came on when I set my media player to play every song on my computer on shuffle. And I thought to myself, "LYRICS TIME!!!"

"Strangelove" by Depeche Mode

There'll be times
When my crimes
Will seem almost unforgivable
I give in to sin
Because you have to make this life liveable
But when you think I've had enough
From your sea of love
I'll take more than another riverfull
And I'll make it all worthwhile
I'll make your heart smile

Strangelove
Strange highs and strange lows
Strangelove
That's how my love goes
Strangelove
Will you give it to me
Will you take the pain
I will give to you
Again and again
And will you return it

There'll be days
When I'll stray
I may appear to be
Constantly out of reach
I give in to sin
Because I like to practise what I preach
I'm not trying to say
I'll have it all my way
I'm always willing to learn
When you've got something to teach
And I'll make it all worthwhile
I'll make your heart smile

Pain will you return it
I'll say it again -- pain
Pain will you return it
I won't say it again

I give in
Again and again
I give in
Will you give it to me
I give in
I'll say it again
I give in

I give in
Again and again
I give in
That's how my love goes
I give in
I'll say it again
I give in

::edit::

WOAH NELLY.

Lookit what I did.

[the green]

Hmm. Wonder what else I can do... Alas. Experimenting will have to wait till tomorrow.

Read back a bunch of posts from after the game on friday.

Not all OHS kids are mean or immature, thank you.

*coughMEcough*

I even threatened some of my best friends over the Siegel kids.

I even went to Steak 'n' Shake after the game with 10 or so Siegel kids.

So maybe if you could just tack a little footnote on the end of your "stupid oakland kids" post that says "but Sarah V. is okay" I'd feel better.

^_^

Well that's pretty much the end of OHS talking smack about SGH. Except of course, for the petty rednecks who can't accept that our rival school is, in fact, capable of winning a varsity football game.

OHS vs. SGH: 18-14, Siegel

Did I remember that score right? Or did Siegel score again? *shrug*

That's exactly why Mr. Tackett has been telling all of OHS ever since the stupid "Siegel's Garbage" thing got started that they need to focus on the positve points of Oakland, not the negative points of our opponents. Since all OHS had to say to SGH tonight is "Siegel's Garbage," they can't say anything after losing to them.

Ahh... stupid hillbillies. God help me, I love some of them.

Both teams played hard and it payed off [finally] for SGH. Both bands played very well. The Oakland band is so tiny and quiet! However, they are very good for their size and volume.

Congrats to Seigel!

Now... after seeing band kids from 3 of the 4 high schools in Murfreesboro and hanging at Steak 'n' Shake for two and a half hours, I am ready for bed.

Everyone else seems to be putting song lyrics in their subject lines, so I decided to join the fun. Except that my favorite part of "Bittersweet Symphony" by the Verve is the little violinny part. Just start doo-doo-ing to yourself as you read the subject line - I swear, that's what it is.

So anyways, yeah.

Mr. Davis is pretty much my hero [almost.]

He is more than willing to help me find an alternative to the absolutely craptacular honors early day english class I'm in.

*score*

I wonder if any of my SGH band people are doing anything after le' football game. It would be very very nice to hang out with them for a while. Maybe my OHS band people or OHS JROTC people are doing something. Hmmm.

In whichever case, I need to hit an ATM. And seeing as how the game starts in 15 minutes - I should probably do that now or very soon to now.

Here is my lovely class bling. It costs entirely too much money. I'm probably going to wind up losing it or thinking that it wasn't worth the bother. But oh well.



photo from vermillion

It's official.

We be cancelled, baby!

Yeah, that's right. Rutherford Freakin' County. Closed. And actually posted it the night before.

Skeptical?

Click here and you'll be a believer too.

Guess I won't see any of you at school tomorrow. ^_^

Don't get eaten by a tornado.

I think it's unanimous. Grace Langeland's 17th birthday party was pretty much the coolest thing EVAR!!!

Prom dresses. Old Spaghetti Factory. Laser Tag [in prom dresses].

Oh yeah, coolest thing EVAR.

---

"I'm experiencing technical difficulties. . . I forgot my makeup so my look is going to be a little au-natural."

*realizes she also forgot the formal strapless bra to fill out her dress*

"Umm. Looks like it's going to be just a tad more au-natural than I thought."

---

"I'll only sing it if you can tell me who wrote it."

"Hmm. Could it be... ELTON JOHN?"

*Ewan McGregor look-a-like waiter panics*

---

"I will not run, climb or jump. . . I will not sit, kneel, or lie down."

*all laser taggers repeat*

"I will play smart, play fair, and give it my all."

*all laser taggers repeat*

"I will not step on my opponent's dress."

*all laser taggers repeat*

---

Yeah, I'm so burying you under the corn.

I don't know when or where, but at some point... a large critter was crawling on my car. It was probably the last time I had my car at my mom's house overnight or something. Hell, I didn't even notice until my windshield started fogging up.

On my way home from the football game--

[OHS got butt-raped by Lincoln Co. --I mean FRANKLIN. As Becky was kind enough to point out. :-p-- But that's okay. We'll kick the trash out of SIEGEL next week. Once again, I don't know if I spelled it right.]

--my windshield was fogging up because it was raining and I have no air conditioner and the water condenses and criznap and yeah.

When I parked behind my condo and had the sidewalk lamp shining through the fog on my windshield, I noticed handprints all over the driver's side windshield. I thought to myself, "Who put their hands all over the windshield? I know it wasn't me."

Then I realized that the palms were really small. And the fingers were really long. And had claws. And definately didn't belong to people. And I kinda freaked.

Don't know why, but I did. I was seriously wiggin' out. I mean, it's not like the raccoon or possum or whatever walked on my windshield was in my car and trying to eat me or anything. But I still wigged out.

Hmm.

That is possibly the most boring story I have ever told.

Hope you liked it.

Holy criznap, you guys. My Dad might actually spring for the spiznensive one.



Check it. *eyes bug out*

Here's the one I'm more likely to be getting [in various colors... I can't decide which one I want!] Unfortunately, the Jostens website is kinda weird about the top pictures... it won't put down my school name or show the top view of either of my sides. *shrug*

Does anyone else think that term should have more than one meaning?

Anyways. My homework load took a slight upswing. *boohiss* Ah well. So is life.

I missed ED this morning. I woke up at the time I normally leave the house, so I said to myself, "Oh well, you're going to be late no matter what. No use rushing." So I got to school late enough that the attendance office told me not to bother going to the last 15 minutes of class.

Wehoo!

Why does your brain do that? Or my brain, anyways? [The waking up thing.] I mean, when left to my own devices on a school day that is a bank holiday or something - I will still wake up at almost exactly the same time I'm used to waking up to go to school. Now, I often times roll over and go back to sleep - but I always just snap awake right at that time. And if I sleep through my alarm or fall asleep after my alarm has been turned off, I will undoubtedly wake up at the exact time I'm supposed to leave.

Crazy.

Anyways - work was work. Pretty boring. At least I got to work with Megan all afternoon. Learned how to set up a screen. Yay!

For dinner: went to McAllister's, placed a to-go order, flirted with the really pretty college guy running the register, came home, and am now enjoying a great turkey sandwich. MMM.

Argh. It's 9 and I still need to do some homework. Ciao, lovlies!

I just wanted to be home by myself all day.

I wanted to chill out, take a short nap [got those done no problem], do some laundry, do my homework, maby work out or clean my room.

I just wanted to do it without being told to.

I wanted to do it when nobody else was around so I wouldn't feel like I had to prove that I'm responsible.

So of course, right after I change clothes to get started working, and right before I start sorting laundry - my dad waltzes in.

"blahblahblah"-something stupid about JROTC that I don't really give a damn about and I can't for the life of me figure out why he thinks I would.

Come on, Dad... don't say it...

"blahdy-freakin'-dah"

It's bad enough that you came home while I was still here... Please don't say it...

"How much homework do you have?"

DAMMIT!

Is it that hard?

And is it so wrong that I would FOR ONCE like to do something responsible without being told to do it first?

Jeezy creezy... I know he's just trying to be a good parent and make sure I'm doing what I'm supposed to do. But believe it or not, I'm a lot more motivated to do something when I don't have someone hounding me all the time.

I seriously can't do the homework. Not right now, anyways.

I think I'll throw in a load of clothes [I really really need them] and head out to Cat's or Digital Planet. I want to get a new CD. I might as well take my time browsing.

Seriously, what's going on? Why does all this motherglahdfoiafjoknd crap keep happening to me? And why can't I just suck it up and get over it?

WHY AM I BROODING?

TELL ME WHY!!!

As of right now: I quit driving. Forever. I'm tired of almost-dying on a daily basis.

Okay, I don't mean it. Even if it means I'm probably going to die sometime in the next week or so.

What can I say? I'm a hazard to myself and society.

[[edit]]

I appear to have miscommunicated. It is pretty much life in all it's generalness that I'm fed up with, not just driving.

Driving just happened to be the most immediate thing to have pissed me off / almost killed me.

Then I saw the spider. [see below.]

[[un-edit]]

I killed a brown recluse that was dangling from my cieling [near the wall].

I think he [or she] was trying to get behind my dresser to set up fort.

*twitch*

It has begun.

The school year that will kick my ass.

[Well, the first one to kick my ass, anyways.]

To be perfectly honest, I'm terrified of the upcoming year.

Anyone else afraid of roller coasters? Well, have you ever finally psyched yourself up to ride a huge coaster that you'd normally be too scared to go on?

If you have then you'll know the feeling of how badly you want to prove yourself when you sit down and strap in and the ride starts. As the ride cranks up that first big slope, you start doubting yourself with every chink of the chain. Then you're at the top; you ease over. At the split second between easing over and plummetting down at light-speed you have the perfect view of what you've gotten yourself into:

And it just may be the most terrifying thing you've ever seen in your life.

Once you're past that split second, it's too late. You're free falling and then you're roaring around the track that has been laid out for you. You scream and cry and you're terrified. But before you know it, you come to a sudden stop. You're eased back to the loading dock. You're released until it's time for you to board the next thrill ride.

Just like that, the year's over.

You walk away thinking to yourself, "Well, that wasn't so bad."

Just keep telling yourself that until you once again find yourself looking straight down into your own academic oblivion.

. . . . ?

Ever get the impression that I take school to seriously?

Your Daddy Is Darth Vader

What You Call Him: Big Daddy
Why You Love Him: He takes you to Disneyland
Who's Your Daddy?




You are







What Rejected Crayon Are You?



Those quizzes courtesy of Stephen.

Holy crap. *wipes tear*

I might actually get my summer homework done by the due dates...

Pre-Cal is a lot easier when your Dad has two master's degrees in math.

I finished Gatsby today. I was sad, but not displeased, with the ending. I'm assuming that the way my English teacher answered the questions about summer reading on thursday, he won't demand the papers first thing monday morning.

So I should have plenty of time to read Raisin and write the dinky little reports for both books.

WOOHOOO!

I stole this quizzy thingy from trademarkofdoom.




You Are Mashed Potatoes




Oridnary, comforting, and more than a little predictable
You're the glue that holds everyone together.


What Part of Thanksgiving Are You?


Oh yeah. Got my schedule fixed! Didn't even have to sign a single form. Apparently if you're a reasonably good student, the administrators are just like, "Yeah, okay."

WOOHOOO!

Teacher's aide fourth period for Col. Rector.

APUSH 6th Period with Mr. Huffman a.k.a. "Huff-daddy."

Now I need to go get lunch. Far East! WHEE!

Back-to-school dreams are really just nightmares concealed behind a seemingly-friendly mask.

For example, I had a dream this morning, right before my alarm woke me up for the first day of the new school year. This dream consisted of pretty much EVERY SINGLE LAST ONE of my concerns about the upcoming year in JROTC.

I mean, it addressed my fears about not being tough enough, fears about making bigger mistakes as I take on more responsibility, fear of awkward situations, and general disgruntlement about a particular person knowing how I feel about him and him not caring one single tiny smidge.

I have too much dignity to lose by posting the whole thing on the internet, but if you want to know more about the dream [especially the part that involves me saying "You smell... umm... very nice."] then feel free to either email me, message me, IM me, call me, get in touch with me, or whatever and I'll totally tell you the whole story. ^_^

So, as for my new schedule: 4th Period STANDARD US History... prepare to DIE.

Those guidance counselors better be in a cooperative mood... otherwise I'ma gonna be openin' a can-o-whoop-ass on their big ol' guiding and counseling bootys.

[I chose to spell the plural of "booty" in a grammatically incorrect fashion. Thank you.]

Shirts that you print and hide in your car while the boss is out are the best shirts. ^_^

Dr. and Mrs. Singletary have been telling me , "Wow, you're doing an amazing job with the cleaning."

"Oh, well, my last job was cleaning my grandparents' house for them."

"Really?"

For those of you following along at home, this is what we call a MISTAKE.

Now they want to schedule me for days where I'm just cleaning. Today, all I did was clean.

Holy friggin' crap. I. Hate. Cleaning.

SO MUCH.

There was one advantage... got to see Brian flail around like a guy who's slipping on a floor covered with orange cleaner. Exactly like that, as a matter of fact.

School starts tomorrow.

. . . .

Can you tell how much trouble I'm having containing my excitement?

Whoo. *finger twirl*

I'm the only one who can work tomorrow. That means I get to leart how to print! Yay.