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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