Well, I thought it was hilarious.  Definately worth five mintues of your time.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=YhEl6HdfqWM

Get it?  Procrastination?  Huzzah for Latin, eh?

Yeah... I'm supposed to be cleaning my room right now.  Not because I was told to, but because my room is so messy that it's driving me effin' insane.  You'd think that if it bothered me that much I wouldn't have any problem getting off my butt and doing something about it.

However, it would appear that I have developed a rather serious allergy to work.  Who knew?

Gaaaah.  I have too much junk.  And not enough places to put it.  Anyone out there a good organizer who's willing to help me figure out what the heezy to do with all this crap?

I would smile real big at you and be your fwiend...  : p  Pfft.  Like I'd let you see my room in the first place.  It's freaking embarassing.

Well, after my room is done, which will probably take the next few days, I can clean my bathroom!  That'll take a day.  Then I can clean my car!  That should only take a few hours.

Oh hoo-ray.

I knew that when I got my tongue pierced there were cetain foods I wouldn't be able to eat for about a week.

Really hot (spicy) foods, salty foods, really crunchy or hard to chew with a swollen tongue foods.

Right now, if I want my tongue to not hurt, my diet consists of soup, broth, or ice cream.  I was able to manage a slice of cheese pizza (even though I probalby shouldn't have since pizza sauce has so many spices in it) and a slice of birthday cake.  But my tongue hurt a lot afterwards.  It proably didn't help that I talked a lot yesterday too.

Anyways.  The food thing is a lot harder than I thought it would be.  I've never really been successful at restricting myself dietaritly in the past, but I don't think I ever realized how much of a crutch food is for me.  When you have a long history of hating your body, and you've gained somewhere along the lines of thirty or forty pounds in the past year and a half, it's rather disconcerting to realize just how bad the problem is.

Jokes about the tongue ring being a clever weight loss device are funny, I guess.  But it kind of stings when you realize that there actually is a problem.

Soo... got my tongue pierced today.

It hurt.  It wasn't unbearable pain or anything, but it definately wasn't pleasant.  I didn't experience the adrenaline rush that most people apparently get from body piercings.  I just got a painful pinching feeling, an uncontrollable amount of saliva, and a weird new way of talking.

The swelling should go down in a few days and in a week or two, it should be healed enough that I can change the bar.

It's a good thing I had Mexican food for lunch before I got the piercing.  For the next week at least:  no hot spicy food, and no other food with lots of spices and seasonings (like spaghetti sauce, for instance).

My Daddy loves me and went out to the store to get plain chicken broth, chicken noodle soup (for when chewing actually becomes an option), slim fast shakes, and plain vanilla ice cream.  ^_^  I'm gonna have a fun day on the couch tomorrow, provided my tongue isn't exploding from pain.

Ciao, homies!

Because hell just froze over.

I.  Passed.  Physics.

That's right.  I actually DO NOT have to take the second semester over again.

You know what this means?

Until August, the only thing for school that I have to do is read two books...  And study for testing out of economics.

I finished my high school science.  No more till college!

I've officially joined my friends as a senior!  Whooooo!

I love my brother.

|------------------------------------|  <--this much

I hardly ever see him anymore since we both moved out of our mom's house around the same time.  He turned 18 and moved in with his fiance; I was going crazy so I moved in with my dad.  Since then we're just hardly together anymore.

Luckily, a few months ago we got into the habit of me, my dad, my brother, and my [future] sister-in-law eating dinner together every Sunday.

Well, today my dad and I went to go pick up Brian and Koren [brother and brother's fiance] because their car is totaled.  Also, they are in the middle of moving and shuffling in some of my late grandfather's library - so the attic is opened up and there are boxes and bookcases and shelves everywhere: providing evil monsters plenty of places to lurk.

When we get out to the car, I sit down in the passenger seat, look down, and see a monster.

This has got to be the biggest house spider in the history of the universe.  I don't really know what kind it was because as soon as I realized there was a big ugly brown eight-legged thing about the size of my palm crawling up my leg I SPAZZED.

Me = hella bad arachnaphobe.

I still say that it was trying to eat me.

I managed the kick the spider off of my leg and into the floor of the car.

My valiant brother, springing into action to protect his little sister, grabbed the nearest napkin / kleenex like object and squooshed the evil monster in twain before it had the chance to attack again.

Where there was much courage and valor on my brother's part, there was much crying and hyperventilating on mine.

Brian said that if he'd seen a spider that big crawling up his leg, he probably would have freaked out as bad, if not worse, than I had.

Brian Phillip Mogensen-Vermillion is the person of the day.  Because he is my hero.

(My dad is the vice-person of the day, for he hugged me when I was freakin' out and then removed the squooshed spider carcass from the car.)

I PASSED LATIN II.

No joke.  70-somethings for the six weeks grades and a NINETY-FREAKIN'-FIVE on my final!  (That is without a curve, thanksverymuch!)

That leaves me with a cool 75 for my semester average.  Can you say 'C', anyone?  *crazy dance of happiness*

Unfortunately... *cough*  Daniel isn't as forgiving as Denning.  My makeup work made almost no headway in my six weeks grades.  I scored the highest on the final - A SEVENTY-EIGHT.  Yeah, the highest grade is a middle C and she won't curve it.

What does this leave me with for my semester grade?Sixty-eight.

If she'd curve the final, even just up to a B, I'd be passing.

Son of a mother.

However, Daniel has told me that it would be absolutely rediculous for me to fail and have to take the semester over again because I am not dumb, I just don't apply myself.  So... I got me another stack of makeup work and as of Tuesday I will be passing and free from science for the rest of my time in Rutherford County Schools.

So... can we say, "Huzzah?"

I have hours of work yet to do...

and my ipod is frozen...

and all the batteries for my CD player are dead...

*dies*

Sarah's life Guru is ...



Gary Coleman



(because of their mantra ...)



"I'm flame retardant"



'Who is your life Guru?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Hokey-dokie then.






In the event of a lottery win, Sarah should buy...



A Pirate ship



'What should you buy if you win the lottery?' at QuizGalaxy.com

I coulda told you that.








Which freaky subway person is Sarah?



The guy that stares at you when he thinks you're not looking, but pretends not to be when you make eye contact.



'Which freaky subway person are you?' at QuizGalaxy.com

I rode the subways in London.  It was scary.

My grandfather finally died on Sunday morning, after living for about a week without food and water.

I thought the funeral was going to be on Wednesday, the day I have no exams, but I was wrong.  It is tomorrow.  So I guess I won't see my few friends in physics and Latin tomorrow.  And there will definately be no Fazoli's Night this week (not that there was going to be for me even if the funeral was on Wednesday).

Anyways.

Today, the world sucks.

I feel less crazy today.  Hooray!

Congratulations to the Oakland grads who got their diplomas this morning. ^_^  And early congratulations the Seigel grads who will get their diplomas in a few hours.

Couldn't find many of my friends this morning. If you graduated today and I didn't see you and hug and tell you I love you, I'm sorry. Crowd was too thick.

Graduation party at Becky's!  Wooot!  Lots of good food, cool people, and of course - car tagging! On Megan's car I wrote "I wanna sex you way hard" and "I <3 -->" (the arrow points to where megan would be sitting in the car. And on Brian's car I wrote "I hate you.  You suck. <3 - Sarah"  And a smiley face.

Guuuh. Still have to do all that work.  Guess I'll go home and get started on some of it.

I feel all crazy all of a sudden.

I don't know what's got me screwed up, but it's bad.

I feel like there's no point in trying at all, even though I know that if I just push myself these last two or three days that I can pass Latin and physics and get the year over with and start over fresh in the fall.

But if I don't... Then I'll fail.  Yes, I will fail both Latin and physics for the semester. And since I only made something like a 70 or 71 in each class the first semester, I will also fail the year, meaning I would have to repeat those classes.

And last I checked, physics and Latin aren't offered over summer school.  I dunno, maybe for some reason the school just assumes that only smart and dedicated non-apathetic students would take intellectual courses.

I have to keep going.  I have to do makeup work.  I have to do projects.  I have to study and pass my exams.

If I don't, my entire senior year will be ruined.

I the consequences are so bad, how come I'm not motivated?  How come I want to give up and watch myself fail?

I think it went rather well!  I haven't exactly had a lot of job interviews, so it's hard to say.

I get to find out some time after Sunday whether I merit a second interview.  And then a week after that possible interview is when I would find out if I get a job or not.  Whoo!

I'm excited.  Now I just have to wait.

Hurrah!

I'd given up on all the applications I turned in at the end of March.  I assumed that I was never going to hear from any of those places.  But lo and behold...

Hot Topic!  I got a call from them today!  I have an interview tomorrow and I'm HELLA EXCITED!!!

I've wanted to work there for ages.  I'm thrilled just to get an interview.  I'm not giving up on applying at other places, but I'm certainly hoping against all hope that Hot Topic hires me.

My fingers are crossed.

I knew that cramming the words "naked"  "tapdancing" and "ice cream truck" into the same sentence had to get me some kind of reaction.  Good, good.

Applied for a job at Toys R Us last night.  Wooohoo!  Hope I get a call back *crosses fingers*

Today is a partay at my grandmother's house (the one who lives here).  My Dad is turning 42 tomorrow, my cousin Diana is turning 1 later this week, and tomorrow is Mother's Day.

Yippidee-freakin'-do.  I'm in a rotten mood.  I can't help it.

Blech.  I feel like something not-good.

...And according to my internet, I'm missing the first few minutes of the Auntie Em marathon I promised Grace I would tape.  Ciao!

What does a girl have to do to get some comments around here?  Tapdance naked on top of an ice cream truck?

Umm.  Nevermind.

Anyways.

Grandfather:  extremely sickly, extremely stubborn.

He wants to cease treatment.  His intuition tells him that if he doesn't have surgery and just goes home that he'll do just fine.  The doctors think he's a little nutters.

When we left at about 1:30 eastern time this afternoon, he still had to talk to his priest, his family doctor, and the psychiatrist that his hospital doctor summoned for consultation.  I don't think that any of them will be able to convince him that he needs to stay in the hospital and have the surgery, but whatever happens will happen.

The only time I got really upset was when they told me I couldn't go in the room because I've been coughing for the past two weeks.  My mom gave the head nurse the "Her grandfather's going to die and she hasn't seen him in five years" speech and I got to put on a surgical mask and go inside.

I was in there for 10 or 15 minutes before he even realized it was me.

First he thought I was Koren, my brother's fiance.

Then he thought I was one of his nurses.

When I pulled my mask off for a few seconds and my mom said, "Umm, no.  Your grand-daughter Sarah," he laughed a little and looked kind of embarassed.

Silly man.

If there's a funeral, it'll probably be in the next three weeks.  If one isn't needed, I'm going to go see him again after school gets out.

If there's one thing I hate about a family crisis, it's how you get a billion voice mails, followed by a billion phone calls.

Looks like my grandfather's dying.  Some clever combination of esophogial (sp?) cancer, double pneumonia, and kidney failure.

Not exactly the stuff that inspires great road trips.

Going to North Carolina.  Be back tomorrow afternoon.

I got me a new toy.  I'll give you some hints:

It takes pictures.  It takes videos.  It plays music.  It can access the internet.  It would get taken up if I had it at school.

Haven't guessed yet?

Boo-freakin-yah.

Sarah's old cell phone is now in a recycling bin.  Say hello to my new gadgety friend.  If you wish to contact me, have no fear.  The number is still the same.

It's ovah!  The APUSH exam is no more for me.

I think I passed.

I think.

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

PARRRRRTAY!  El Torero.  5 PM tonight!  Be there or be an equilateral quadrilateral...  Hahah.  Try saying that five times fast.

I don't even know if that the right math-speak way of saying that.  Whatever.

Or at least a very annoying rash.

Three weeks three weeks three weeks.

I keep chanting that to remind myself that it's almost over.  But then the smart voice that sometimes speaks up from the back of my brain says, "But you have an assload of makeup work to do if you want to pass the semester!"  And then I reply:

Crap Crap Crap Crap Crap Crap... (and so on).

Hey!  YOU!  Yeah, the dumb one on the computer.

There's gonna be a celemabration to commemorate our liberation from the APUSH exam and Mr. Huffman's way-too-entusiastic lectures.  (Or from the APUSH exam and whatever your teacher's-name-is's lectures if you don't got to OHS.)

Or just a celemabration to commemorate the fact that you like eating Mexican food.

EL TORERO on Memorial Blvd.  5 PM on Friday. 

There will be joy, merriment, and tortilla chips.

The RSVP'd so far are:  Megan McDonald, Sarah Vermillion (that's me, dummies), Becky Amonett, Leah Hodgins, Kelsey Shearen, Rachel Summar, Heather Nagy, Michele Royer, Cassidy Slover, Brian King, Danny Jones, Erin Hall, Emily Hall, Ben Moser 

If you hate any of those people, you proably wouldn't have the maximum amount of fun.  (But you're still invited.)