"I want a hippopotamus for Christmas,
Only a hippopotamus will do,
Don't want a doll,
No dinky tinker toy,
Only a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy."
"Hippopotamus for Christmas"
-Gayla Peevey
"'Cause I feel like killing myself for Christmas,
I never got along real well with my mom or dad,
Yeah, I feel like killing myself for Christmas,
It'll be the best, the best, the best Christmas they ever had."
"Killing Myself For Christmas"
-Sick Puppies
BEST. CHRISTMAS SONGS. EVER. Here they are:
Hippopotamus For Christmas
Killing Myself For Christmas
Oh my gosh, so much has happened since I last posted, my almost sort-of imaginary friends! The concert in Detroit was epically awesome, my friend's Christmas party was an emotional roller coaster, I got a Duncan Keith sweater and tickets to last Sunday's game, which rocked beyond words, and my boy Dunc even scored a goal! WOOT! That, and I'm going absolutely insane with boredom, I have to find presents for mom, dad, grandpa and Shortie and I have to finish the Christmas parody for Christmas Eve. *Inhales and exhales* I'll start at the beginning.
Okay, so I got to skip school to be stuck in a car with my mom on the way up to Detroit for four and a half hours. You can imagine how fun that was, I'm sure, considering earlier that week we got into a huge fight over what else but Glee. (On a side note, they repealed Don't Ask Don't Tell! Yay!) Anyway, I didn't talk to her for three days, and she did all but chain me to my bed with a slice of bread and a glass of water. She even threatened to take away my concert, so I sucked it up and apologized. Anyway, after we got up there, we stood in line for over two and a half hours, since we had GA tickets, and I quite literally couldn't feel my feet. I was egging on some seniors from a high school nearby by making fun of the Redwings (The Hawks' archrivals from Detroit) who we were playing in the Mad (Madhouse on Madison, aka the United Center) later that day. (We beat them 4-1.) Also, standing near us were two girls from all the way up in the U.P. who drove 8 hours just to see MCR. My mom didn't realize one of them was a girl until later, when she freaked because they were obviously dating. Fun times.:-D
Anyway, the concert started off slowly with Middle Class Rut, who was okay, but their music sounded the same to me, like I couldn't distinguish on song from the next. Then, on came SICK PUPPIES!!!!! WOOT! Their first songs were epic, but then my dear beloved Shim decides to shake it up a bit...
"I want you to put your hands on the shoulders of the person in front of you, I don't care if you hate that person, I don't care if they smell like piss. They probably should. This is a rock 'n roll concert."
Yeah, he really said that. And then we had the craziest bounce-off this side of the universe has ever seen. It was insane. After that, a bunch of drunk dudes started moshing their way to the front, causing the entire, tightly packed crowd to start swaying, which started to get scary. Some doofus even grabbed my butt. I did what Duncan Keith would do and elbowed him on his right cheekbone hard enough to make him go down (I doubt Dunc has ever had his butt grabbed, but you get the point). And he did. It made me feel good. But then the real chaos started. You could see holes in the crowd if you looked around where people fell and had taken people down with them. Then a crowd surfer fell near me, and both my mother and I got sucked into a hole that had formed. People stumbled backward and fell on top of me, and I was kicked and stepped on and was scared of something getting broken. Eventually, I just started screaming and someone dug me out of the pile, pulling me up and pretty much saving my life. It was crazy. I still have bruises all over. After their set, my mom dragged me out by my hair, considering that 90% of the people in there were there to see MCR, and if they were that crazy for Sick Puppies, they would be 90% worse for MCR. They weren't, simply because the second the lead singer, Gerard Way, got onstage, he told the crowd they needed to calm down because they didn't want someone getting hurt. Aw, how sweet. Sick Puppies want us to die. Oh well, I still like them better.
After the show, we went back to our 4-star hotel room with a view of the entire city (mom freaked out and bought the best room she could find since it IS Detroit, the armpit of the world. And I'm not just saying that because I'm a Hawks fan. Okay, maybe I am) and ordered crappy pizza and fries literally served on a silver platter. It was epic. They also have the best beds in Detroit. Who knew, right? But our pizza is still the best in the world.
The ride back the next day was decent, considering I slept through most of it. (Since i was a little kid, I've always fallen asleep really easily in the car, and it's never gone away...) But when I got back, I had to go to the @%#@$^$# Family Christmas Party at my stepdad's parent's house. I've said it before and I'll say it again: yay, in-laws. Fun, right? It wasn't that bad, considering I got a Hawks sweatshirt as a present and got to leave early to have my dad take me to a party. My friend was having a Christmas party, yes, and everyone showed up. I was still an hour late, however, and my friends have always made fun of me for being late, so this wasn't helping. I had an awesome time, except for the fact that my best friend started talking about him and another good friend joining the Marines/army when they got out of high school. Considering Tim, it freaked me out considerably, so much so that I made him promise me that he'll at the very least do his research and check out all his options before doing anything stupid. He then gave me a hug, and that was that.
Day three: I went to brunch with my dad's girlfriend, my dad, Shortie (my little sister) and my grandpappy, which is always fun, but was even more fun because my dad's girlfriend got both Shortie and me a present. Hers was at-shirt, Blackhawks of course, and mine was a Dunc sweater (jersey) and tickets to that game!! EEP!! (The sweaters are close to $150 and she bought it herself, which was impressive.) I almost choked on my Dr Pepper, which is not as easy as you might think it is.
Long story short, we went to the game and it was awesome until the last four minutes when the drunk dude next to us barfed and we had barf-smell wafting towards us for the rest of the game. (He was an LA Kings fan, if that says anything. Man, I'm just hating on everywhere today.) In any case, we beat the Kings 3-2, and Dunc scored a goal, which just made the whole thing that much better. I'm going to bed now, considering it's late and I get to chill with my old man tomorrow all day since he has the day off. So yes. Bye.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Zzz...
Well if you wanted honesty,
That's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down,
Or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks,
The photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot,
From jumping out the second floor?
"I'm Not Okay"
-My Chemical Romance
Hello, you crazy kids. I'm not myself today. Mostly because my two best friends slept over at my house last night, and we goofed off among other things. We also called my best guyfriend and talked for three whole hours about random nonsense, including three guyfriends of his that sound perfect for us. My "match" is a hockey-playing drummer who likes Sick Puppies and bands of that sort. He doesn't have a Facebook because he doesn't want to be part of the generation of technology-addicted teenagers who do feel the need to put their entire life online. His mom died last year, so he tries to take care of his little sister and is so devoted to her it's a sin. If this dude was vegetarian, I'd be in love. I'm not sure how I feel about getting set up, however, just because I've never met this guy and he goes to a different school. Oh well, I trust this really good friend of mine, and who knows? Maybe it'll work out.
I'm still kind of sleepy, so this isn't going to be a long post. I'm watching the Hawks game, and right now they're up 3-2, with 2:57 left in the period. Before we get to the hawks, however, let's talk about the Bears being 9 and freaking 3. Then again, they were playing the Lions. I didn't get a chance to actually see the game, but I heard about ANOTHER really bad call against the Lions in which Cutler got an elbow to the head, but on further review, wasn't actually an elbow to the head. I guess it set the Lions back and got the Bears a first down. Hey, the Bears won, I'm not complaining.
All right, I'm gonna watch the last period and head to bed. Night night.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
That's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down,
Or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks,
The photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot,
From jumping out the second floor?
"I'm Not Okay"
-My Chemical Romance
Hello, you crazy kids. I'm not myself today. Mostly because my two best friends slept over at my house last night, and we goofed off among other things. We also called my best guyfriend and talked for three whole hours about random nonsense, including three guyfriends of his that sound perfect for us. My "match" is a hockey-playing drummer who likes Sick Puppies and bands of that sort. He doesn't have a Facebook because he doesn't want to be part of the generation of technology-addicted teenagers who do feel the need to put their entire life online. His mom died last year, so he tries to take care of his little sister and is so devoted to her it's a sin. If this dude was vegetarian, I'd be in love. I'm not sure how I feel about getting set up, however, just because I've never met this guy and he goes to a different school. Oh well, I trust this really good friend of mine, and who knows? Maybe it'll work out.
I'm still kind of sleepy, so this isn't going to be a long post. I'm watching the Hawks game, and right now they're up 3-2, with 2:57 left in the period. Before we get to the hawks, however, let's talk about the Bears being 9 and freaking 3. Then again, they were playing the Lions. I didn't get a chance to actually see the game, but I heard about ANOTHER really bad call against the Lions in which Cutler got an elbow to the head, but on further review, wasn't actually an elbow to the head. I guess it set the Lions back and got the Bears a first down. Hey, the Bears won, I'm not complaining.
All right, I'm gonna watch the last period and head to bed. Night night.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Thursday, December 2, 2010
You ARE Real! I Knew it!!
Lyrics of the Day:
"Odd one I wish I was you,
You're never concerned with acceptance,
We are all desperately seeking out,
And fitting in, with anyone,
Who will except us,
But not you, odd one,
Hey, it's gonna be okay,
Hey, we're gonna laugh at this one day."
"Odd One"
-Sick Puppies
Hello my not-so-imaginary friends!
Guess what? I have a follower!!!!! YAY!!
That means someone's reading this... oh crap I hope I don't know them in real life... Yes friends, there is an actual world beyond your computer screen, I promise. I live in it every single day. I've said some things on here though that I wouldn't want certain people to read... (Hint hint my mother) So there's a shoutout to you, follower numero uno. Now that there's one, not to violate my morals, but tell your friends, 'kay? If I have one, I might as well find more.
Speaking of the real world, guess who really only has 15 days 'til a huge concert?! I DO! (Can you tell I'm a little HYPER!? No? I didn't think so.) I'm seeing those guys up there ^ in the Lyrics of the Day, MCR, who I do not hate anymore, American Bang, (wouldn't it be great if they were actually from, say, Canada?) and some nobodies called Middle Class Rut. Well, everyone has to start somewhere, and I'll come on here and tell you all about it as soon as my fingers hit a computer, don't you worry.
Anyway, HOLY %$#%^%&*$& the Bears are 8-3! They beat the Eagles! How did that happen?! I don't bloody know, but I don't really care either! They play the Lions on Saturday, so hopefully we'll get lucky and w-word that one too. (It's bad luck to say the words W-n and l-se before a game.) The Hawks are 14-11-2, which doesn't suck either. They had a great Circus trip, and Crawford's been great lately, except for Tuesday. (He gave up 5, even if we did win 7-5 in the end.) For those of you who aren't from Chicago, poor devils, the Hawks leave the Mad (Madhouse on Madison, aka the United Center) because the circus comes to town and occupies the Mad for 2 weeks, hence the name Circus trip. See, now you're all going "Ooh, I get it now!" You smart people, you.
Here's something new; have you ever see one of those "My life is worse that yours" fights? You know, the one where two people start throwing everything bad that has ever happened to them at each other to prove that they have the worse life? Two girls at my table went at it at lunch today, and really, some of that stuff was not as bid a deal as some things I've either read about or have heard from my friends. Who cares if your dog died when you were four? At least you're alive, your family's healthy and you don't live in a third-world country begging on the street for scraps. No one counts their blessings anymore...
Last thing; it snowed! As small-child-like this must sound, snow always makes me really happy for some reason. You step outside on a snowy night and everything's silent, and white, and beautiful, and clear. It makes me just feel good, it always has. I don't know. Go make a snow angel.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
"Odd one I wish I was you,
You're never concerned with acceptance,
We are all desperately seeking out,
And fitting in, with anyone,
Who will except us,
But not you, odd one,
Hey, it's gonna be okay,
Hey, we're gonna laugh at this one day."
"Odd One"
-Sick Puppies
Hello my not-so-imaginary friends!
Guess what? I have a follower!!!!! YAY!!
That means someone's reading this... oh crap I hope I don't know them in real life... Yes friends, there is an actual world beyond your computer screen, I promise. I live in it every single day. I've said some things on here though that I wouldn't want certain people to read... (Hint hint my mother) So there's a shoutout to you, follower numero uno. Now that there's one, not to violate my morals, but tell your friends, 'kay? If I have one, I might as well find more.
Speaking of the real world, guess who really only has 15 days 'til a huge concert?! I DO! (Can you tell I'm a little HYPER!? No? I didn't think so.) I'm seeing those guys up there ^ in the Lyrics of the Day, MCR, who I do not hate anymore, American Bang, (wouldn't it be great if they were actually from, say, Canada?) and some nobodies called Middle Class Rut. Well, everyone has to start somewhere, and I'll come on here and tell you all about it as soon as my fingers hit a computer, don't you worry.
Anyway, HOLY %$#%^%&*$& the Bears are 8-3! They beat the Eagles! How did that happen?! I don't bloody know, but I don't really care either! They play the Lions on Saturday, so hopefully we'll get lucky and w-word that one too. (It's bad luck to say the words W-n and l-se before a game.) The Hawks are 14-11-2, which doesn't suck either. They had a great Circus trip, and Crawford's been great lately, except for Tuesday. (He gave up 5, even if we did win 7-5 in the end.) For those of you who aren't from Chicago, poor devils, the Hawks leave the Mad (Madhouse on Madison, aka the United Center) because the circus comes to town and occupies the Mad for 2 weeks, hence the name Circus trip. See, now you're all going "Ooh, I get it now!" You smart people, you.
Here's something new; have you ever see one of those "My life is worse that yours" fights? You know, the one where two people start throwing everything bad that has ever happened to them at each other to prove that they have the worse life? Two girls at my table went at it at lunch today, and really, some of that stuff was not as bid a deal as some things I've either read about or have heard from my friends. Who cares if your dog died when you were four? At least you're alive, your family's healthy and you don't live in a third-world country begging on the street for scraps. No one counts their blessings anymore...
Last thing; it snowed! As small-child-like this must sound, snow always makes me really happy for some reason. You step outside on a snowy night and everything's silent, and white, and beautiful, and clear. It makes me just feel good, it always has. I don't know. Go make a snow angel.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Boredom on Thanksgiving Break
"Are you locked up in a world,
That's been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool,
Without a use,
Scream at me,
Until my ears bleed,
I'm taking heed just for you."
"She"
-Green Day
Wow, two posts in 24 hours. You imaginary friends are so spoiled.
Anyway, last night (I forgot to include this in my last post) I went to see the movie Tangled with my little sister and my mom. I'm big on the whole fairytale parody thing, and Shortie wanted to see it, so we went. Here's what I learned:
1.) Horses have way more personality that I first thought
2.) I will never date a guy who gives you the Smolder
3.) No one appreciates how great a weapon a frying pan actually is. (I wrote a story over the summer with one of my friends and one of the girls knocks her stupid-drunk mother out with a frying pan. That made me happy.)
This was a really funny and cute movie, and I'd totally recomend it to anybody with little girls who like princesses. (Or even older women who need to fill a friday night. Whatever floats your boat.) My mom and I were busting a gut the entire time.
Anyway, the Blackhawks play the LA Kings at 9:30, so I'm hoping my stepsisters aren't watching something when I take over the basement. Blackhawks trump Jersey Shore reruns any day.
I'm writing a new story currently, but am stumped as to where to take it next. It's irritating.
Okay, well, the pizza my stepdad ordered is here, so I'll be eating that now.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
That's been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool,
Without a use,
Scream at me,
Until my ears bleed,
I'm taking heed just for you."
"She"
-Green Day
Wow, two posts in 24 hours. You imaginary friends are so spoiled.
Anyway, last night (I forgot to include this in my last post) I went to see the movie Tangled with my little sister and my mom. I'm big on the whole fairytale parody thing, and Shortie wanted to see it, so we went. Here's what I learned:
1.) Horses have way more personality that I first thought
2.) I will never date a guy who gives you the Smolder
3.) No one appreciates how great a weapon a frying pan actually is. (I wrote a story over the summer with one of my friends and one of the girls knocks her stupid-drunk mother out with a frying pan. That made me happy.)
This was a really funny and cute movie, and I'd totally recomend it to anybody with little girls who like princesses. (Or even older women who need to fill a friday night. Whatever floats your boat.) My mom and I were busting a gut the entire time.
Anyway, the Blackhawks play the LA Kings at 9:30, so I'm hoping my stepsisters aren't watching something when I take over the basement. Blackhawks trump Jersey Shore reruns any day.
I'm writing a new story currently, but am stumped as to where to take it next. It's irritating.
Okay, well, the pizza my stepdad ordered is here, so I'll be eating that now.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Friday, November 26, 2010
It's 12:17 and I don't feel like sleeping...
"Hair back, collar up
Jet-black, so cool!
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you
Come on!
Well you wanna be a movie star (come on!)
Play the game and take the band real far (come on!)
Play it right and drive a Volvo car (come on!)
Pick a fight at an airport bar (come on!)
Kids don’t care if you’re all right honey
Pills don’t help but it sure is funny
Gimme, gimme some of that vampire money
Come on!"
"Vampire Money"
-My Chemical Romance
Hey people that aren't really there!
I currently don't feel like sleeping, so y'all get an update.
Isn't y'all a great word?
It is a word, right?
Y'all is now officially a word. Deal with it.
Things have been kind of insane here in my corner of the world. For one, my new favorite song (which is featured above) came out on My Chemical Romance's new album, Danger Days; The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys. I listened to it a bunch of times already today, and I like it a lot. :-D A close runner-up was Sing, which is also on Danger Days. I like that song a lot as well, even though the music vid is really stupid at the end.
Here's some links; Sing Music Vid
Vampire Money
Anyway, as far as Chicago Sports goes, the Blackhawks won 4-1 today against the Anaheim Ducks, which was pretty epic. They looked good today, and my boy, Duncan Keith scored a shortie goal, which was epic, since not only were we shorthanded, but he's a freaking defenseman. So yes, there's that.
And I have some big news. Guess what? I'm going to Detroit on December 17 to see Sick Puppies and My Chemical Romance live! Isn't that amazing?! I'm thrilled. And you want to know the best part? My homophobic mother has no idea that Gerard Way (MCR lead singer) and Frank Iero (MCR rhythm guitarist) like to make out and grope each other on stage. That will be a fun concert. *grins evilly* After seeing how she flipped out when the gay guy on Glee, Kurt, got kissed by another guy, she's pretty likely to fight her way out of there, dragging me with her. Of course, I'll find a way to escape her and run back into the mosh pit, but I can't wait to see her face! It's also my first time in GA (yes, the daughter of a punker is a GA mosh pit virgin) so I'm going to try not to, you know, die.
As you all know, it was Thanksgiving two days ago for most people, non-turkey day for me. It was my first vegetarian Thanksgiving ever, and I didn't even want any turkey at all. We were stuck at the in-laws, which sucked, but I got through it. My stepdad's brother's kids WOULD NOT STOP SCREAMING the entire time, however, and their parents did nothing about it. So yes, it was another colorful family Thanksgiving. Yay.
Holy crap the Bears are 7-3. I'm as shocked as you are. They beat teams that can actually play, not just the Lions. I can't believe it. Cross your fingers that they'll beat the Eagles on Sunday. (Yeah, right.)
Anyway, I feel like sleeping now, so night night.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Jet-black, so cool!
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you
Come on!
Well you wanna be a movie star (come on!)
Play the game and take the band real far (come on!)
Play it right and drive a Volvo car (come on!)
Pick a fight at an airport bar (come on!)
Kids don’t care if you’re all right honey
Pills don’t help but it sure is funny
Gimme, gimme some of that vampire money
Come on!"
"Vampire Money"
-My Chemical Romance
Hey people that aren't really there!
I currently don't feel like sleeping, so y'all get an update.
Isn't y'all a great word?
It is a word, right?
Y'all is now officially a word. Deal with it.
Things have been kind of insane here in my corner of the world. For one, my new favorite song (which is featured above) came out on My Chemical Romance's new album, Danger Days; The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys. I listened to it a bunch of times already today, and I like it a lot. :-D A close runner-up was Sing, which is also on Danger Days. I like that song a lot as well, even though the music vid is really stupid at the end.
Here's some links; Sing Music Vid
Vampire Money
Anyway, as far as Chicago Sports goes, the Blackhawks won 4-1 today against the Anaheim Ducks, which was pretty epic. They looked good today, and my boy, Duncan Keith scored a shortie goal, which was epic, since not only were we shorthanded, but he's a freaking defenseman. So yes, there's that.
And I have some big news. Guess what? I'm going to Detroit on December 17 to see Sick Puppies and My Chemical Romance live! Isn't that amazing?! I'm thrilled. And you want to know the best part? My homophobic mother has no idea that Gerard Way (MCR lead singer) and Frank Iero (MCR rhythm guitarist) like to make out and grope each other on stage. That will be a fun concert. *grins evilly* After seeing how she flipped out when the gay guy on Glee, Kurt, got kissed by another guy, she's pretty likely to fight her way out of there, dragging me with her. Of course, I'll find a way to escape her and run back into the mosh pit, but I can't wait to see her face! It's also my first time in GA (yes, the daughter of a punker is a GA mosh pit virgin) so I'm going to try not to, you know, die.
As you all know, it was Thanksgiving two days ago for most people, non-turkey day for me. It was my first vegetarian Thanksgiving ever, and I didn't even want any turkey at all. We were stuck at the in-laws, which sucked, but I got through it. My stepdad's brother's kids WOULD NOT STOP SCREAMING the entire time, however, and their parents did nothing about it. So yes, it was another colorful family Thanksgiving. Yay.
Holy crap the Bears are 7-3. I'm as shocked as you are. They beat teams that can actually play, not just the Lions. I can't believe it. Cross your fingers that they'll beat the Eagles on Sunday. (Yeah, right.)
Anyway, I feel like sleeping now, so night night.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA...
"Let me tell you 'bout the sadman, Shut up and let me see your jazz hands,
Remember when you were a madman,
Thought you was BATMAN,
And hit the party with a gas can,
Kiss me you animal!"
"Na Na Na"
-My Chemical Romance
Hello, creatures of Earth and beyond!
Thing's have been kinda crazy in my neck of the woods. Marching band is over, for one, which means I don't get to see Asian Guy anymore. And, the Lone Trombone is a senior, which means as far as drill goes next year, I'm totally screwed. Of course, I won't be with the saxes next year either, hopefully, so I'll have a clue of how to march the right way as a flute instead of making it up as I go along.
As far as the incident with Soccer Ball goes, it's all blown over and I don't make eye contact. He never even apoligized, even though I did. Whatever.
But, on a lighter note, I have a new fave song!!
It's really amazing. It's called "Na Na Na" by My Chemical Romance.
I can hear you imaginary friends already saying, "But My Chemical Romance is stupid!! Wah!!" Well, hold on to your tube socks, they made one good song, and the vid is pretty awesome too.
Here's the link: Na Na Na
In two weeks, I played that song 117 times. Yeah, it's THAT awesome.
Well, I have no school tomorrow thanks to Veterans day, so I can stay up as late as I want. :-P I had a bit of a breakdown earlier this week thanks to some pictures of soliders and stuff like that... It's a long story. See, my brother (not biological, but close) was a solider who was murdered outside his barracks by a fellow solider a few years ago. Here's the link to the facebook memorial his twin sister set up if you imaginary people would like to know.
Tim's Story
So yes, even though I can sleep in tomorrow, I think I'm gonna turn in for the night. Sleep well, rest of the world. :-D
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Remember when you were a madman,
Thought you was BATMAN,
And hit the party with a gas can,
Kiss me you animal!"
"Na Na Na"
-My Chemical Romance
Hello, creatures of Earth and beyond!
Thing's have been kinda crazy in my neck of the woods. Marching band is over, for one, which means I don't get to see Asian Guy anymore. And, the Lone Trombone is a senior, which means as far as drill goes next year, I'm totally screwed. Of course, I won't be with the saxes next year either, hopefully, so I'll have a clue of how to march the right way as a flute instead of making it up as I go along.
As far as the incident with Soccer Ball goes, it's all blown over and I don't make eye contact. He never even apoligized, even though I did. Whatever.
But, on a lighter note, I have a new fave song!!
It's really amazing. It's called "Na Na Na" by My Chemical Romance.
I can hear you imaginary friends already saying, "But My Chemical Romance is stupid!! Wah!!" Well, hold on to your tube socks, they made one good song, and the vid is pretty awesome too.
Here's the link: Na Na Na
In two weeks, I played that song 117 times. Yeah, it's THAT awesome.
Well, I have no school tomorrow thanks to Veterans day, so I can stay up as late as I want. :-P I had a bit of a breakdown earlier this week thanks to some pictures of soliders and stuff like that... It's a long story. See, my brother (not biological, but close) was a solider who was murdered outside his barracks by a fellow solider a few years ago. Here's the link to the facebook memorial his twin sister set up if you imaginary people would like to know.
Tim's Story
So yes, even though I can sleep in tomorrow, I think I'm gonna turn in for the night. Sleep well, rest of the world. :-D
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
A Bully??
Sorry I'm not my usual happy self today, but my life has officially spiraled out of control.
Today was supposed to be fun. A good day. I had a late arrival day, so I got to sleep in, even though I missed the sunrise (Insert sarcasm here). I'm not a morning person, so sleeping in an extra two hours did not suck, that's for sure. I got to school and walked into the lunchroom, which was like walking into a holding pen for zoo animals. There were easily 500 people in there, of all shapes, sizes and colors. I finally found my group of friends, who were spread out between two tables, but there were still no open seats. I tossed my bag onto the table and milled about, talking to friends and chilling while we waited for them to let us into the school. I was talking to a friend when one of my friends, let's call her Zebra, said to a guy friend of mine, let's call him Soccer Ball, "Hey you're not allowed over here." I asked Zebra why Soccer Ball wasn't allowed over here and she told me that he'd broken up with his girlfriend, Ladybug, AGAIN. He'd been doing this make-up and break-up thing since May, and we were all sick of it. So, I pretended to slap him, by just tapping him on the chin. And here's where it spiralled out of control. Soccer Ball suddenly hits me on the right side of my head three times, and it wasn't lightly either. My head still hurts from it.
So I got out of there pretty quickly, tears already in my eyes. My friends were quickly rallying around me, trying to get boyfriends to go beat him up, or even threatening to do it themselves. I got out of the lunchroom only by telling the guy guarding the door that I had a "feminine emergency" that I needed to go to the nurse for. He practically jumped out of my way and I made it to the nurse's office, where I told her what happened and asked for an icepack. The Dean was called, I told her what happened, and she called Soccer Ball in too. He claimed I was bullying him. Sure, we goofed off and shoved each other around, but it went both ways. I never, never, NEVER thought I was bullying him. I would never want to. He was like a brother, and I feel awful that I hurt him like that. I can't believe this got so out of control.
Nevertheless, I got suspended for two days and was threatened with arrest. So was Soccer Ball, but that's besides the point. I won't learn the last part of Avatar in marching band, and I might not get to march the full halftime show with all my band friends. I just wish he would've SAID SOMETHING!! if he felt like I was bullying him. I wonder what Asian Guy will think, when he hears I got hit. I hope he'll ask me what really happened, instead of listening to the rumors. I hope he won't pity me, like everyone else. I hope his friend, that stupid sophmore sax player, doesn't jump up and down and say, "See, I told you she was an awful person!!" I hope my friends don't hurt Soccer Ball that badly, since he already broke his collar bone playing soccer. I hope life will go back to normal after this.
Well, as normal as my life gets.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Today was supposed to be fun. A good day. I had a late arrival day, so I got to sleep in, even though I missed the sunrise (Insert sarcasm here). I'm not a morning person, so sleeping in an extra two hours did not suck, that's for sure. I got to school and walked into the lunchroom, which was like walking into a holding pen for zoo animals. There were easily 500 people in there, of all shapes, sizes and colors. I finally found my group of friends, who were spread out between two tables, but there were still no open seats. I tossed my bag onto the table and milled about, talking to friends and chilling while we waited for them to let us into the school. I was talking to a friend when one of my friends, let's call her Zebra, said to a guy friend of mine, let's call him Soccer Ball, "Hey you're not allowed over here." I asked Zebra why Soccer Ball wasn't allowed over here and she told me that he'd broken up with his girlfriend, Ladybug, AGAIN. He'd been doing this make-up and break-up thing since May, and we were all sick of it. So, I pretended to slap him, by just tapping him on the chin. And here's where it spiralled out of control. Soccer Ball suddenly hits me on the right side of my head three times, and it wasn't lightly either. My head still hurts from it.
So I got out of there pretty quickly, tears already in my eyes. My friends were quickly rallying around me, trying to get boyfriends to go beat him up, or even threatening to do it themselves. I got out of the lunchroom only by telling the guy guarding the door that I had a "feminine emergency" that I needed to go to the nurse for. He practically jumped out of my way and I made it to the nurse's office, where I told her what happened and asked for an icepack. The Dean was called, I told her what happened, and she called Soccer Ball in too. He claimed I was bullying him. Sure, we goofed off and shoved each other around, but it went both ways. I never, never, NEVER thought I was bullying him. I would never want to. He was like a brother, and I feel awful that I hurt him like that. I can't believe this got so out of control.
Nevertheless, I got suspended for two days and was threatened with arrest. So was Soccer Ball, but that's besides the point. I won't learn the last part of Avatar in marching band, and I might not get to march the full halftime show with all my band friends. I just wish he would've SAID SOMETHING!! if he felt like I was bullying him. I wonder what Asian Guy will think, when he hears I got hit. I hope he'll ask me what really happened, instead of listening to the rumors. I hope he won't pity me, like everyone else. I hope his friend, that stupid sophmore sax player, doesn't jump up and down and say, "See, I told you she was an awful person!!" I hope my friends don't hurt Soccer Ball that badly, since he already broke his collar bone playing soccer. I hope life will go back to normal after this.
Well, as normal as my life gets.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
MUSIC VIDEO!!!!!!!!
Lyrics of the Day:
"Maybe it's time to change,
And leave it all behind,
I've never been one to walk alone,
I've always been scared to try,
So why does it feel so wrong,
To reach for something more,
To want to live a better life,
What am I waiting for?
'Cause nothing stays the same,
Maybe it's time to change."
"Maybe"
-Sick Puppies
OH MY SWEET POTATO CAKES GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!
THE MUSIC VID FOR "MAYBE" CAME OUT!!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
That's right boys 'n' girls, the best band of all time, SICK PUPPIES has finally released the vid for their latest single, "Maybe." I love the song, the vid, all of it is A-MAZ-ING.
Here's the link: Maybe Vid
Now you know what it takes to make me squeal like a 12-year-old girl at a Justin Bieber concert.
No offense to the 12-year-old girls.
Anyway, today was pretty epic because I found out I am NOT, contrary to popular belief, failing Bio, (an A- doesn't suck) for some strange reason, I kept passing Asian Guy in the hallway, (He was all dressed up for some reason... it made me snicker :-D) and I got to piss off the sax player that sits behind me in 5A band.
What happened was the aforementioned sax player was talking to one of the flute players I sorta knew in the tiny band hallway, and for some reason was she was poking him. They were right behind me when I heard the sax player (who is really full of himself and kinda makes me want to smack him) say, "If you poke me one more time, I'll..." So, of course, I couldn't resist poking him in the back and turning back to what I was doing. He turned around and said, "Was I talking to you?...Look at me when I'm talking to you freshman." At that point, I grabbed my stuff and walked away. He got all upset and was like, "Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" But i did anyway. Tee Hee. The sad part is that he's one of Asian Guy's really close friends, so I have to be careful. But pissing him off is just so much fun!! Stupid cocky sophmore sax players...
It's also weird because sax player constantly flirts with the FRESHMAN that sits next to him. Just saying...
Even though tomorrow is a late arrival day, I value sleep to much to not shower and catapult myself into bed this very second, so good night!
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
"Maybe it's time to change,
And leave it all behind,
I've never been one to walk alone,
I've always been scared to try,
So why does it feel so wrong,
To reach for something more,
To want to live a better life,
What am I waiting for?
'Cause nothing stays the same,
Maybe it's time to change."
"Maybe"
-Sick Puppies
OH MY SWEET POTATO CAKES GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!
THE MUSIC VID FOR "MAYBE" CAME OUT!!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
That's right boys 'n' girls, the best band of all time, SICK PUPPIES has finally released the vid for their latest single, "Maybe." I love the song, the vid, all of it is A-MAZ-ING.
Here's the link: Maybe Vid
Now you know what it takes to make me squeal like a 12-year-old girl at a Justin Bieber concert.
No offense to the 12-year-old girls.
Anyway, today was pretty epic because I found out I am NOT, contrary to popular belief, failing Bio, (an A- doesn't suck) for some strange reason, I kept passing Asian Guy in the hallway, (He was all dressed up for some reason... it made me snicker :-D) and I got to piss off the sax player that sits behind me in 5A band.
What happened was the aforementioned sax player was talking to one of the flute players I sorta knew in the tiny band hallway, and for some reason was she was poking him. They were right behind me when I heard the sax player (who is really full of himself and kinda makes me want to smack him) say, "If you poke me one more time, I'll..." So, of course, I couldn't resist poking him in the back and turning back to what I was doing. He turned around and said, "Was I talking to you?...Look at me when I'm talking to you freshman." At that point, I grabbed my stuff and walked away. He got all upset and was like, "Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" But i did anyway. Tee Hee. The sad part is that he's one of Asian Guy's really close friends, so I have to be careful. But pissing him off is just so much fun!! Stupid cocky sophmore sax players...
It's also weird because sax player constantly flirts with the FRESHMAN that sits next to him. Just saying...
Even though tomorrow is a late arrival day, I value sleep to much to not shower and catapult myself into bed this very second, so good night!
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Homecoming Hangover
Lyrics of the Day;
"You make my teeth clinch,
And my hands shake,
Do you ever see,
What you do to me?"
"Impossible"
-Anberlin
Hi friends.
Ugh. I'm tired and confused. First of all, one of my really good friends, my section leader I knew from Girl Scout Camp, told me on Monday that she was gay. Not that that was a big deal, I just never would've guessed she was. Apparently, her mom is giving her shit for it too. I feel bad for her.
In other news, homecoming was last night. It was crazy. My mom put me in a gorgous dress, put a couple pounds of makeup on my face, threw some stripper heels at me and pushed me out of the car. I stood up, dusted myself off, wobbled in my heels and started walking. When I got to the school, I was attacked by my friends, who were as shocked as I was to be found in a dress, let alone heels. I am very anti-heel. Either way, I got a lot of reactions, including, as my one friend put it, "Dayumn, you look hot when you try." That pretty much summed up my night, along with some weird looks from guys who asked me to dance. Of course, a few weren't looking at my face, (pigs) but it wasn't that bad. For those of you that are just dying to know, Asian Guy missed homecoming, so he willl probably never see me looking like an actual girl. I'm not exactly crying over it, but I did look "hot," if I do say so myself.
Asian Guy has been on my mind a lot lately. I don't know what it is, he just makes me feel all giggly and adorable inside. I wish we hung out somewhere other than marching band, because that's the only place I see him. Oh well. I'll figure this out later. Right now, I'm about ready to pass out, so naptime it is! The drama of my life will continue another day.
Good night,
Sarah Snarky
"You make my teeth clinch,
And my hands shake,
Do you ever see,
What you do to me?"
"Impossible"
-Anberlin
Hi friends.
Ugh. I'm tired and confused. First of all, one of my really good friends, my section leader I knew from Girl Scout Camp, told me on Monday that she was gay. Not that that was a big deal, I just never would've guessed she was. Apparently, her mom is giving her shit for it too. I feel bad for her.
In other news, homecoming was last night. It was crazy. My mom put me in a gorgous dress, put a couple pounds of makeup on my face, threw some stripper heels at me and pushed me out of the car. I stood up, dusted myself off, wobbled in my heels and started walking. When I got to the school, I was attacked by my friends, who were as shocked as I was to be found in a dress, let alone heels. I am very anti-heel. Either way, I got a lot of reactions, including, as my one friend put it, "Dayumn, you look hot when you try." That pretty much summed up my night, along with some weird looks from guys who asked me to dance. Of course, a few weren't looking at my face, (pigs) but it wasn't that bad. For those of you that are just dying to know, Asian Guy missed homecoming, so he willl probably never see me looking like an actual girl. I'm not exactly crying over it, but I did look "hot," if I do say so myself.
Asian Guy has been on my mind a lot lately. I don't know what it is, he just makes me feel all giggly and adorable inside. I wish we hung out somewhere other than marching band, because that's the only place I see him. Oh well. I'll figure this out later. Right now, I'm about ready to pass out, so naptime it is! The drama of my life will continue another day.
Good night,
Sarah Snarky
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Ugh. In-Laws.
Lyrics of the Day:
"We are the rock kids,
We don't want your pop shit,
We want something hard to rock to,
Not some fucked up, programmed pop tune."
"Rock Kids"
-Sick Puppies
Hi again, people who don't exist!
My stepdad's brother's son's birthday party was today. I hate going to those things because I know my stepdad's parents don't like my mom, and I'm pretty sure they're not in love with me either. It's aggravating to be stuck with people who hate your guts.
Anyway, I'm excited because I, along with another girl I met recently, get to design and operate a haunted house this year!! There will be somewhat small kids, though, so it can only be creepy, not scary. My grandma, who I was very close to before she died a year and a half ago, was a historian at an old house that was preserved and moved near our house. We had a haunted house there the year before she passed, and haven't had one since. I'm excited, because it should be bigger and better than before. The three other girls I'm working with had some great ideas, and I'm excited.
In other news, at school there is this really cute asian guy that I like a lot. He's really funny, and can hold an actual conversation, unlike most guys in high school. He's also a sophmore, and I have no idea what he thinks of me. He plays sax in marching band too, so you see where I met him. I'm clueless about this interaction called "dating," so wish me luck.
Time for the sports section; PRESEASON HOCKEY HAS STARTED!!!!! My Blackhawks look pretty good, and those new guys aren't too bad. Marty Turco is pretty awesome in his own right, and I have a bit of a grudge against Antii Niemi for ditching us after we won him a Stanley Cup. Whatever. I won't waste my fingers over him.
The Bears have a 2-0 record! I know, how the heck did that happen? I, along with most of Chicago, are clueless as to how, or why, but we're not complaining. I honestly don't care if we never win another game the rest of the season, as long as we beat the Packers tomorrow.
Lastly, I living in fear right now because my family is planning on throwing me in a dress and forcing me to go to homecoming. I'm not exactly the "dress" type of girl, but I honestly get no choice now. I hope my asian guy is going, but not with someone else. That would be bad. I don't know. Bad music, dancing and trying to act like you're having the time of your life doesn't sound too appealing to me. I'll try and survive it, for my friends.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
"We are the rock kids,
We don't want your pop shit,
We want something hard to rock to,
Not some fucked up, programmed pop tune."
"Rock Kids"
-Sick Puppies
Hi again, people who don't exist!
My stepdad's brother's son's birthday party was today. I hate going to those things because I know my stepdad's parents don't like my mom, and I'm pretty sure they're not in love with me either. It's aggravating to be stuck with people who hate your guts.
Anyway, I'm excited because I, along with another girl I met recently, get to design and operate a haunted house this year!! There will be somewhat small kids, though, so it can only be creepy, not scary. My grandma, who I was very close to before she died a year and a half ago, was a historian at an old house that was preserved and moved near our house. We had a haunted house there the year before she passed, and haven't had one since. I'm excited, because it should be bigger and better than before. The three other girls I'm working with had some great ideas, and I'm excited.
In other news, at school there is this really cute asian guy that I like a lot. He's really funny, and can hold an actual conversation, unlike most guys in high school. He's also a sophmore, and I have no idea what he thinks of me. He plays sax in marching band too, so you see where I met him. I'm clueless about this interaction called "dating," so wish me luck.
Time for the sports section; PRESEASON HOCKEY HAS STARTED!!!!! My Blackhawks look pretty good, and those new guys aren't too bad. Marty Turco is pretty awesome in his own right, and I have a bit of a grudge against Antii Niemi for ditching us after we won him a Stanley Cup. Whatever. I won't waste my fingers over him.
The Bears have a 2-0 record! I know, how the heck did that happen? I, along with most of Chicago, are clueless as to how, or why, but we're not complaining. I honestly don't care if we never win another game the rest of the season, as long as we beat the Packers tomorrow.
Lastly, I living in fear right now because my family is planning on throwing me in a dress and forcing me to go to homecoming. I'm not exactly the "dress" type of girl, but I honestly get no choice now. I hope my asian guy is going, but not with someone else. That would be bad. I don't know. Bad music, dancing and trying to act like you're having the time of your life doesn't sound too appealing to me. I'll try and survive it, for my friends.
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Saturday, September 4, 2010
A Road Trip and Bio Homework
September 4, 2010
Lyrics of the Day:
It's the end of the world as we know it,
And I feel fine
"It's the End of the World"
R.E.M.
Hello, all my imaginary friends!
I would apoligize for not posting in two weeks, but, you know, you're not real.
I am currently road tripping up to Michigan to meet my dad's girlfriend's family over this lovely (and freezing) Labor Day weekend.
Anyway, as of yesterday, I have been a freshman for an entire week. I'm kind of disappointed that whole getting hit by a bus thing didn't work out. Actually, high school isn't that bad. You know, except for having to get up at 6 am, carrying a backpack that weighs more than I do, and having the incredible luck of getting gym right after lunch. Yay.
My very first day was INSANE. I started two days later than my peers thanks to my mom signing me up late. She had trouble sending me to private school because the courts, bless their hearts, said my dad didn't have to pay for it if he didn't want me to go in the first place. It was a close call. Tearing up my uniforms and dyeing my hair green seemed like a lot of work.
Let me take a moment to explain how this town has set up the Educational system. The Junior High I went to gets split 25% to 75% between two high schools, North High School, and South High School. Because my mom decided in her own mind that too many black people went to South, (insert eye roll here) so she used a fake address and signed me up for North. Don't get me wrong, I've made a lot of friends at North, but lying all the time is getting old.
So the first day was pretty insane. I made it a habit of asking the previous teacher I had at the end of class how to get to the class I had next. When I finally got to band, My band teacher, let's call him Mr. Smith, introduced me to the class by explaining that North had broken into the computer system in the middle of the night and stolen me away. I didn't say how correct he really was, but, I was recieved by the people who knew me from my old Junior High with screams and claps and such. It made me feel special. In the next few periods I either didn't know or didn't want to know the people in my classes. Marching band, which was also very exciting, let me meet a bunch of section leaders, including a friend of mine who worked at a Girl Scout Camp with me. She is a seinor, so she's kind of like the big sister I never had. My other leaders include a sweet-as-punch sophmore and another seinor who kinda scares me.
That day, as I learned, was also the first football game of the year. Now, I live close enough to Chicago to have pro teams to root for, (BLACKHAWKS!!) but my community still gets into it, even if our team is pretty bad. I didn't know how to march yet, but I did get a t-shirt and jeans and got to hang with the band during the game. My sophmore leader friend explained to me how band normally works, and I tried to help her figure out how football works. She's not a sports fan. Even so, I got to meet a bunch of her friends, and got initiated into marching band. How's that for a first day? Overall, I had a great time, even if our team got the snot kicked out of them.
So as we speak, I'm putting off the looming threat of biology homework until the last possible second and instead updating you on the events of my little life. Enjoy!
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Lyrics of the Day:
It's the end of the world as we know it,
And I feel fine
"It's the End of the World"
R.E.M.
Hello, all my imaginary friends!
I would apoligize for not posting in two weeks, but, you know, you're not real.
I am currently road tripping up to Michigan to meet my dad's girlfriend's family over this lovely (and freezing) Labor Day weekend.
Anyway, as of yesterday, I have been a freshman for an entire week. I'm kind of disappointed that whole getting hit by a bus thing didn't work out. Actually, high school isn't that bad. You know, except for having to get up at 6 am, carrying a backpack that weighs more than I do, and having the incredible luck of getting gym right after lunch. Yay.
My very first day was INSANE. I started two days later than my peers thanks to my mom signing me up late. She had trouble sending me to private school because the courts, bless their hearts, said my dad didn't have to pay for it if he didn't want me to go in the first place. It was a close call. Tearing up my uniforms and dyeing my hair green seemed like a lot of work.
Let me take a moment to explain how this town has set up the Educational system. The Junior High I went to gets split 25% to 75% between two high schools, North High School, and South High School. Because my mom decided in her own mind that too many black people went to South, (insert eye roll here) so she used a fake address and signed me up for North. Don't get me wrong, I've made a lot of friends at North, but lying all the time is getting old.
So the first day was pretty insane. I made it a habit of asking the previous teacher I had at the end of class how to get to the class I had next. When I finally got to band, My band teacher, let's call him Mr. Smith, introduced me to the class by explaining that North had broken into the computer system in the middle of the night and stolen me away. I didn't say how correct he really was, but, I was recieved by the people who knew me from my old Junior High with screams and claps and such. It made me feel special. In the next few periods I either didn't know or didn't want to know the people in my classes. Marching band, which was also very exciting, let me meet a bunch of section leaders, including a friend of mine who worked at a Girl Scout Camp with me. She is a seinor, so she's kind of like the big sister I never had. My other leaders include a sweet-as-punch sophmore and another seinor who kinda scares me.
That day, as I learned, was also the first football game of the year. Now, I live close enough to Chicago to have pro teams to root for, (BLACKHAWKS!!) but my community still gets into it, even if our team is pretty bad. I didn't know how to march yet, but I did get a t-shirt and jeans and got to hang with the band during the game. My sophmore leader friend explained to me how band normally works, and I tried to help her figure out how football works. She's not a sports fan. Even so, I got to meet a bunch of her friends, and got initiated into marching band. How's that for a first day? Overall, I had a great time, even if our team got the snot kicked out of them.
So as we speak, I'm putting off the looming threat of biology homework until the last possible second and instead updating you on the events of my little life. Enjoy!
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
Thursday, August 19, 2010
In The Beginning...
Lyrics of the Day;
"You say goodbye, and I say hello,
hello, hello,
I don't know why you say goodbye,
I say hello."
"Hello Goodbye"
-The Beatles
Hello, World!
Nice to meet 'cha!
I am, as of right now, offically a blogger. I know, it's so exciting!! Well, let's get to know each other. I'll talk, and you just sit there and act intrested. Okay? Good!
First of all, I am not so self absorbed like my peers to actually think anyone's reading this. Honestly, I don't really care! I'm not the type of person to go on Facebook, or MySpace, or whatever other lame new social whatevers people use to fill up their time. I personally just need something of a diary to keep me sane on the week I'm not seeing my therapist (Yes, I actually have one) and this is more secure than the diary I keep under my mattress.
Second, my name isn't actually Sarah Snarky. If you thought it was, you are a dingbat. I'm using that name so that some serial killer doesn't kill me in my sleep. Hey, it's possible!
Third, if you (yes, you) post mean comments because you are lame and have no life, then I will hunt you down and kick your butt from here to Tuesday. No, I'm just kidding, but I will make a sad puppy dog face at you until you feel so guilty you apoligize. You know, if you are, in fact, real.
Now that we covered that, we can get on to the fun stuff!
Facts of Life: (My life, that is)
I am 14.
I am a writer.
My favorite band is Sick Puppies, with the Red Hot Chili Peppers close behind.
I am a vegetarian.
Here comes the complicated stuff. My family consists of divorced parents. My mom is remarried, my dad has a girlfriend. My dad's girlfriend is awesome. My stepdad is not.
I have a little pain-in-my-rear sister, who, at the age of 11, knows everything and passes gas continually. And I get to share a room with her. Yippee.
My stepdad has four kids. The oldest is 20, lives in California with her Marine hubby and a soon-to-be little girl. We don't know each other very well, which sucks, 'cause I've always wanted a big sister.
The second oldest and only boy is 16. He is either holed up in his room playing video games or "making out" with his girlfriend in our basement while we're home. I will never sit on that couch again.
The twins are two girls and 13, only 10 months younger than me, but ages older in every other way. First off, they are the type of girls who can eat nothing but Big Macs and sundaes and never gain an ounce. Because of this, and the fact that they have big boobs, they are insanely popular and guys worship them. Me? Not so much. Don't get me wrong, I don't really want to be popular, and I love them like sisters, but it's hard not to feel like an ugly duckling. Anyway, they are great people, and are way smarter than me in all facets of being a girl, so they are like sisters to me.
I am going to be a freshman in high school. Let's hope I get run over by a truck before that happens.
I hate, and I mean HATE, Justin Bieber. He is a fluffed up pop star with a whiny voice and no real meaning in the lyrics he doesn't even write. The Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana/whoever the heck she is round off the Evil Three. These three Disney pop sellouts are the three "artists" I would rather be hung upside down by my toenails than be forced to listen to. When I walk near a store playing one of the Evil Three, I physically cringe. Yes, I hate them that much. The antidote to the Evil Three are either System, (of a Down), the heaviest Sick Puppies songs and all things Chili Peppers. As you can tell, music is a huge part of my life.
I am very political, and can and do discuss politics with my dad's family. On my mom's side, however, all we do is argue. My mom and stepdad are horrifically white supremacist, and I have learned not to discuss politics with them, period.
I hope to be published one day. Right now, this is the best I can get.
So, imaginary friend, that is me in a nutshell. Hope you liked that little peek into my soul. If not, that's your problem. Until next time...
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
"You say goodbye, and I say hello,
hello, hello,
I don't know why you say goodbye,
I say hello."
"Hello Goodbye"
-The Beatles
Hello, World!
Nice to meet 'cha!
I am, as of right now, offically a blogger. I know, it's so exciting!! Well, let's get to know each other. I'll talk, and you just sit there and act intrested. Okay? Good!
First of all, I am not so self absorbed like my peers to actually think anyone's reading this. Honestly, I don't really care! I'm not the type of person to go on Facebook, or MySpace, or whatever other lame new social whatevers people use to fill up their time. I personally just need something of a diary to keep me sane on the week I'm not seeing my therapist (Yes, I actually have one) and this is more secure than the diary I keep under my mattress.
Second, my name isn't actually Sarah Snarky. If you thought it was, you are a dingbat. I'm using that name so that some serial killer doesn't kill me in my sleep. Hey, it's possible!
Third, if you (yes, you) post mean comments because you are lame and have no life, then I will hunt you down and kick your butt from here to Tuesday. No, I'm just kidding, but I will make a sad puppy dog face at you until you feel so guilty you apoligize. You know, if you are, in fact, real.
Now that we covered that, we can get on to the fun stuff!
Facts of Life: (My life, that is)
I am 14.
I am a writer.
My favorite band is Sick Puppies, with the Red Hot Chili Peppers close behind.
I am a vegetarian.
Here comes the complicated stuff. My family consists of divorced parents. My mom is remarried, my dad has a girlfriend. My dad's girlfriend is awesome. My stepdad is not.
I have a little pain-in-my-rear sister, who, at the age of 11, knows everything and passes gas continually. And I get to share a room with her. Yippee.
My stepdad has four kids. The oldest is 20, lives in California with her Marine hubby and a soon-to-be little girl. We don't know each other very well, which sucks, 'cause I've always wanted a big sister.
The second oldest and only boy is 16. He is either holed up in his room playing video games or "making out" with his girlfriend in our basement while we're home. I will never sit on that couch again.
The twins are two girls and 13, only 10 months younger than me, but ages older in every other way. First off, they are the type of girls who can eat nothing but Big Macs and sundaes and never gain an ounce. Because of this, and the fact that they have big boobs, they are insanely popular and guys worship them. Me? Not so much. Don't get me wrong, I don't really want to be popular, and I love them like sisters, but it's hard not to feel like an ugly duckling. Anyway, they are great people, and are way smarter than me in all facets of being a girl, so they are like sisters to me.
I am going to be a freshman in high school. Let's hope I get run over by a truck before that happens.
I hate, and I mean HATE, Justin Bieber. He is a fluffed up pop star with a whiny voice and no real meaning in the lyrics he doesn't even write. The Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana/whoever the heck she is round off the Evil Three. These three Disney pop sellouts are the three "artists" I would rather be hung upside down by my toenails than be forced to listen to. When I walk near a store playing one of the Evil Three, I physically cringe. Yes, I hate them that much. The antidote to the Evil Three are either System, (of a Down), the heaviest Sick Puppies songs and all things Chili Peppers. As you can tell, music is a huge part of my life.
I am very political, and can and do discuss politics with my dad's family. On my mom's side, however, all we do is argue. My mom and stepdad are horrifically white supremacist, and I have learned not to discuss politics with them, period.
I hope to be published one day. Right now, this is the best I can get.
So, imaginary friend, that is me in a nutshell. Hope you liked that little peek into my soul. If not, that's your problem. Until next time...
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
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