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.

You know what makes me squeal and chant "ohmygodohmygodohmygod" at my computer?

THIS.

It's CGI.  That's dumb.  It should be live action like the ones from the 80's and 90's.

For a trailer, see HERE.

Darn you, Cookie Store!  Darn you straight to heck.

I have discovered the art of getting free cookies.  Don't take them in front of either of the managers.  The assistant manager, however, in addition to all the other employees, don't really seem to care.

So, becasue I'd never had them before, I swiped some free snickerdoodles.

Hooooooly crap.

They might just be the most addictive thing I've ever tasted in my entire life.

This is not good.  Very not good.

In other news, I'm going to see Pirates (again) tomorrow.  This time with my mommy.

And next tuesday is the day I pickup my senior picture proofs.  (Eww.)

This morning consisted mostly of suck.

I don't think I realized how not ready my body was to try that whole walking three miles thing again.  Mady was feeling a tad under the weather this morning, so we only did about 1.75 to 2 miles today.  And we were both in paaaaaaaain.

And for todays let's-make-our-workout-completely-irrelevant meal, we headed to O'Charleys.  Don't judge me because I like caramel pie... I never said I was on a diet, I just said I was exercising more.  : p

This afternoon I vegged in front of the idiot box before deciding to go ahead and finish off Kingdom Hearts 2.  (I had somehow convinced myself that I was going to complete Jiminy's Journal beforehand so I got to see the bonus material, but then I realized that is NEVER going to happen.)

Mad props to the game designers.  Make a deceptively easy game and then surprise me when I almost get my ass beat in part [insert random number] of [insert rediculously large number] in the final boss fight.

There's going to be another sequel, right?  Man, if they keep making these games, I'll keep playing them until I'm old and my right thumb is too arthritic to mash the x button.

Awwww man... wouldn't suck if you were a hardcore gamer and then got cancer and had to have a finger or a hand amputated?  That would suck.  (I've met a woman - she wasn't a gamer, but she was a professional artist.  Major suckage.)

Hah... random thoughts from the vault that is Sarah's mind.

Mady and I had our first session at SportsCom today.  Nothing major, just about 50 minutes on the treadmills.

Burning 300-something calories at once feels very good in way that is terribly disgusting and not at all comfortable... But still.  Good.

Of course after our workout, we completely destroyed everything we did by eating about a gajillion calories worth of Mexican food at La Siesta.

We were running low on cash, so our waiter didn't charge us for our cheese dip.  We left him a big tip and a thank you note written on a napkin.  ^_^

Soooo yeah.  Working out isn't so bad.  The hardest part is just getting started.  And I'm sure that the pain that is probably going to hit me tomorrow morning isn't going to be much fun either...

Good day today, with a fantabulous ending!

This weekend at the Belcourt was another bi-weekly late night show.  This week's feature was Evil Dead 2.  For those of you unfamiliar with this title, it is the second of two prequels to one of the funniest movies in existence:

Seriously.  If you haven't ever seen this movie, watch it.  You don't have to watch Evil Dead or Evil Dead 2 to understand it.

Sure, it helps a tiny bit, but I fell in love with Army of Darkness long before I ever saw either of the prequels.  So there you have it.

And who didst I happen to run into when I went into the lobby to retrieve napkins?  Mellie Riddle!  My dearest of dear buddies with whom I haven't spoken since her birthday in early June.  She, her boyfriend, and two buddies sat in the row behind my dad and I.  We had much heckle-y fun.

(Oh.  If you have a desire to see Army of Darkness --trust me it's totally worth it-- but don't know where to lay your hands on a copy, lemme know and I'll see about lending you ours.)