I haven't been to the bank in awhile and when I walk in every teller was like, "You're hair is one color!!!! I really like it like that...didn't like the two colors...blah blah blah..." I hate living in a small town. Everyone knows me and my business. That's mostly because of my mom...she's a talker, yes she is...however, some of the bank people didn't know I existed until I got an account. They were like, "Goaley?? Are you related to Tammy and Cheryl??" and I was like, "Yeah, they're my sister and mom..." "I didn't know Cheryl had another daughter!!!"
Thanks mom.

My hand looks like it has been attacked by graffiti. Gang signs, code words, random messages... So, um, why didn't we use paper, Zach? I know our hands were convenient and all, but uh...yeah, I got nuthin'. Dang it.

Apparently I'm pretty obvious this time around with the guy? People have been making comments... Sometimes I think he likes another girl (of course he might), so like I said before- I just don't want to get attached again just to get my heart defecated upon. I realized that I have slight jealousy tendancies with him...why? I don't know. I'm pretty easy-going, but he was talking about another girl and I found it mildly irksome. Note to all guys- don't talk about another girl around a girl friend, unless a.) you have been best friends with that girl friend since infancy, b.) the girl friend has a boyfriend, c.) she brought the other girl up first, d.) other girl was recently in the presence of both of you, or e.) you are absolutely certain the girl friend doesn't have a "thang" for you... Mike's blog says that "guys are pansies, then they're jerks". Is that the order it goes in? If so, that makes so much sense...for all guys....wussy jerkfaces. =)

I'm off like Suzie's pants at a frat party...





...I didn't say that. I LOVE YOU SUZIE!!! :-*

This is the sweetest poem. It's sort of bittersweet, but I literally swooned today in class... Here's a note- anyone and noone are people... =)

"Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town", by E.E. Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.

Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

Melissa Keathley! I just wanted to let you know that your latest blog entry was very inspirational and true. It was really great, and I wanted to let you know...


In other news, I hate how flighty I am with guys. It seems like I fall in and out of crushes within days... It's disgusting! I guess what I'm saying is that I've moved on from the last guy. I mean, he's still one of my favorite people and I'm so glad he's my friend, so yeah- woot for him. It's just, I'm sort of smitten with another guy (aaah!!!). It totally wasn't intentional, and sorta just happened. It wasn't like I left the house thinking, "I'm done with boy A, and now I like boy B." It certainly seems that way, but it didn't happen on purpose. It's so annoying to me, but my feelings are genuine, even though they're sporadic...

Things would be so much easier if I had a little control over my emotions. It would also be easy if I could just say how I felt. I guess I'm afraid of getting too attached again and getting to hear the "I like you as a friend" spiel. Isn't it great how the past can screw the present over? Sure you learn from your mistakes, but it can also make you hesitant to proceed with anything good. It freaks me out a little. We all know how sugar-coated I make things in my mind, which then gets me hurt in the end...I'm tired of hurting myself. I can't blame the guys for hurting me, because they have no idea...it's all me. Dang me and my girly tendancies...Bah.

Donnie Darko is a really good movie. All those naysayers out there are crazy. Watching it with Zach was fun because he's seen it so many times, and he was all into it and like, "oh, this part is good...this part too! oh, and here!" and saying the lines and stuff. However, he ate two HUGE hamburgers and a ton of tater tots...I almost puked...I'm puking just thinking about it... (psst. I'm a vegetarian...)


Today was the knighting ceremony for speech team. It was the corniest thing in the world. The only entertaining thing about it was knowing that Antonio had shelfed the handle of the sword before the ceremony began...dirty.

I also got my palm read, and this is what went down:

~my life line is muttled in the beginning, but goes nearly to the front of my hand which means that I'm gonna live to be really old. The muttledness means that I didn't really know my family and such when I was born, which is totally crazy since I'm adopted and all.

~my character line is straight and narrow- not choppy...which means I have a strong/independent personality and don't care about what others think. It also doesn't interfere with my life line, and is just as long, which means that I will be successful.

~my love line was a mess (ha! big surprise there!)- it's choppy, and even goes away later on, but comes back in a solid line towards the end, next to my life line. Weird stuff, yo.

~my palm also told me that I might have one kid...if that.


...iiiinnnnteresting.

I'm all, hey- I have voicemail...look at me being popular. So I use Chrissy's phone to check it because my phone is bunk, and what do I get-

THE MOST OBSCENE PHONE CALL EVER

*shudder*

...I hate Aaron, I hate Mike, and even though he was the caller and I should hate him the most, I only slightly hate Chris. The three of them are going to hell. Yup. ~~HELL~~

...done...


Speaking of hell, I'm going over to Zach's tonight to watch Donnie Darko because he's using it in his poi. I've never seen it, but people (minus Aaron Stanley) tell me that it's good. We shall see...


Guess what I learned today in Environmental Biology... mules are neither male nor female. They don't have reproductive organs of either type. I knew they were sterile, but I did not know they didn't have a gender. Neat. Also, kangaroo rats urinate in solid form. Ya learn something new every day.

hell, boys...HELL

Last night I went to a Super Bowl party. Apparently it's a football game? I don't know about how many home runs were scored, but wow- when they were running down the court with the puck...

I'm only kidding- silly kids. I know it was a diamond, not a court.


I hung out with Mike, Aaron, Teri, Amy, and Erin last night. The guys are my homies, and I talk about them all the time, but this was the first time I hung out with the girls. They are way fun and tease Mike as much as I do. Heck yeah! Teri sorta befriended me when Mike wasn't there yet and Aaron had made a trip to Kroger, so that was way cool. They are some cool chicas.

Zach hit me with a pillow and knocked my glasses off. It didn't make me angry, but I did almost punch him. That's no way to treat your friend, so I held back. However, I'm going to hit him some day with "spite" and "anger"...just to make him happy. That's what friends do to friends- happiness.

In today's news...Chrissy and I actually went to Bio. today. What the crap?? We were amused by our nerdiness because we are supposed to study birds, trees, and wildflowers to identify on the final, and Chrissy knew all the birds and I already knew most of the trees. We do have L's on our foreheads, by the way.

Chris and I did our duo in front of the class today. I think it went over pretty well. We got laughs and approval, so it's all good. We just need an intro and blocking, and all that business. It's cute.

That's it. I'm du...duu...uhh...duuh..uuh...DONE. (i hate you all)

"When scissors were invented...they did not have you in mind..."

This is what my mom said when she found a sweater I had cut up. I laughed alot when she said this because a mass amount of truth lies within that satement. Ever since I got my first pair of Fiscars, I've been a cuttin' fool. Paper products cowered when they saw me. The best Barbie I ever got was Hollywood Hair Barbie because I could cut her hair up sooo many times! I cut up socks and made doll clothes- wait, Barbie clothes....regular dolls creep me out. *shudders*

Glue is also something that wasn't invented with me in mind. One can get so creative (or do so much damage) with scissors and glue. I'm super content when I have something to cut up and something to glue things to. Decoupaging is the best thing ever. My room is filled with my "art" (ha!), and almost all of them involve cutting and pasting. Some involve coloring- yes, coloring. I'm six- I color, I order cheese toasties, and I'm learning to write in cursive. Some involve my nail polish art, which I have blogged about before. Various other projects involve paint...I've talked about this before, so I'm shutting up now. =)

I like to cut things up, because it's like creating something new out of the old. The sweater Mom found used to be a hip-length, pull-over sweater, but it fit me funny, so I cut it up so it's shorter and jacket-like. I'm not a clothes person, so that was a horrible description of what it looks like now. I actually made it for Sadie Hawkins, but wore something else instead.

I spy, with my little eye, a magazine that is fully intact. Something needs to be done about that. Where are my scissors, yo? =)

*note to EVERYONE with blogs...*


REPUBLISH YOUR FRIGGIN' ARCHIVES!!!



that is all

Zach "found out about my blog" (whatever that means) and told me today that it's kinda creepy that his name has been mentioned all over the place lately... "It's kind of odd," he said, "considering we're mortal enemies and all..." Ha! When he says 'mortal enemies' he really means to say 'best friends'. You've been mentioned a lot, friend, because best friends spend a lot of time together, and we have lately. You are the epitome (that's how you spell it! ...I looked it up) of friendship...or all things evil- whatever. =)

Is anyone else cold? My spinal fluid is frozen. THAT'S how cold I am... One might say that's impossible, but then again, Aaron officially asking Chrissy out seemed impossible- but oh! He finally did it. WOOT FOR CHRISSY AND AARON!!!! I would like to take a bow for the hand I had in this for the first month or so, give Chrissy a pat on the back for firing me and making Aaron work on his own, and give Aaron a high five for FINALLY sealing the deal. *sigh* I can remember when that kid was running around in circles somewhere in Russia... (that only makes sense to him and me ~ignore it~) Oh, how quickly they grow...

Hooking my friends up makes me happy. I've accepted my role in life- I'm the hooker, not the hookee. Um, take that as you will.

Oh, and just to creep him out:

zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach zach

Ha! Take that, ham salad/stretch mark!

Wrestling is dumb...


So why have I been addicted to Tough Enough III?? I'm watching the finale now, and so far John has won. He's the hotttttest beefcake-type boy ever. I usually like geeky, unathletic boys with rockstar tendancies, but dang...rowr for John. I was kind of dissapointed that Jamie was cut. She would have rocked...DIVA. =)

I'm avoiding responsibility right now. What better way to slack, than blog about slacking?

Oh! *crossing fingers for Matt* He's too pretty, but he's really good at this wrestling stuff. Suzie wants him... It better not be Jonah, though.

A guy named "Maven" is presenting the second winner... Are they kidding? "Hi, I just got my ass kicked by a guy name Maven." Who can keep wrestling after that?

...drum roll...

YAY!!! Matt won too!!

My boyfriend won, Suzie's boyfriend won...our wrestling boyfriends won! Heck yeah!

Bring on the reruns! This is MTV after all...

Want to hear something funny?

We have painters in our bathroom and I really have to pee. Blast the timing! Blast it to Guam! To make matters worse, a bottle of water is sitting next to the keyboard having its way with my emotions...I just punched it- take that, bottled water!

The bathroom has been pink since we moved here 12 years ago- pink toilet, pink sink, pink bathtub, pink walls...pink pink pink. Yeah, so my mom decided that the bathroom walls should be purple now. Everything else will still be pink. Pink and purple. It's so girly, it has it's own vagina. Yup- my bathroom has a vagina. I know you're jealous...

penis penis penis- CUT IT OFF- vagina vagina vagina ...flyyy awaaaayy... I think only Zach would get that, even though I don't think he reads this...meh...everyone else in the world does though-

A-nonny-nonny-mous...who you be?

I gave blood today and didn't pass out!!!!! Heck yeah!

I helped out with the blood drive at RCC today, well Zach and I did- alllll daaaaayyy looooong. 9-3! It was just him and me until about 10:30 when Mike showed up...way to be responsible. Also speaking of responsible- Aaron didn't show up until around noon.

We had a nice turnout, though and booyah- I gave blood! All they had to eat at the cantina was MEAT, but the guy made a cheese sandwhich for me. He was way amused.

Um, I just smelled myself, and I smell like that Axe deodorant spray...dang you, Sam Davis, I smell like a boy!

Anyways- after the blood drive was speech team. We got our shirts today- they're really nice but kinda hoakie. I'm not a fan of baseball shirts, though- especially for a speech team. "Hi- I stand around and interp stuff...look at me in my athletic-looking baseball jersey..." Chris and I practiced our duo, and I think it's gonna be fun. It's amusing and cute all at the same time.

Then...Zach, Dan, and I went SLEDDING!!! It was alot more fun than I thought it would be...however we realized that it was cold and we are old. We lasted for about a half-hour and then I drove us around to go see Lyndsey at the All Star Diner in Mt. Zion. Then we went to McDonalds and I watched Zach as he became hypoglycemic and his arteries hardened, and Dan as he ate a catchup/pepper combo that killed me when I tried it. The two of them are going to invent splash-guards for urinals...neat...

After that we went to see short films at the Avon theater. The first two were not all that great, but the last two were. Chris Hazlehurst was in the last one, and he rocked the house down. Go, Chris! =)

That is all- well, except Dan is not allowed in my car ever again...unless he is NOT on a sugar high.

So, after that ever-popular rant...


Today was a random day...

~a day of Zach Schultz. It's on like Donkey Kong, sir. He and I are in a war that involves wads of paper, obscene notes, blunt pencils, harsh words, and Zach running around like a girl...an uncoordinated 5-year-old girl... Ok, that was a little harsh- he was running around like an uncoordinated 5-year-old girl with an 8th grade reading level... Is that any better?
I'm only kidding...slightly- it's all in good fun. Zach's feisty.

~a day of mohawks. Two new ones have appeared at RCC. Aaron and Dan are the proud owners. It all went down in an RCC office around mid-afternoon. Lyndsey is an artist and Mike is a broom biggot... =)

~a day of sporadic people. Chrissy knows what I'm talking about. It was another super-friendly-overly-popular day again. Gah.

~a day of slacking. I skipped two classes today. TWO!!! I went to two, though, so I did have a reason for being there.

~a day of the RHV hoodie. I'm wearing it every day this week... You think I'm kidding, don't you? Tee hee. Look out!


"She's been picking pieces of her heart up off the floor..." Woot for RHV. =)

Why is it so easy for some people? It’s like one boyfriend/girlfriend after another. I’m a great friend, and I know this…it’s a character flaw of sorts. Maybe I should work on that?

The friend side of my life is a huge party. It’s the best, it’s fun, it’s a freaking rave. The relationship/love/whatever side…

*cricket chirp*

*rolling tumble weed*

*sneezing due to dust build up and cobwebs*

I hate being angst-ridden and filled with self-pity, but frankly- I’m irritated, annoyed, impatient, and [insert list of various negative adjectives beginning with vowels here].

I know you’re going to say, “Sandra, you’re an amazing person and any boy would be lucky to be with you…blah friggin’ blah…”

I KNOW THIS!!!! I would make a fantastic girlfriend, damnit. Girlfriend- one word. I’m good at being a girl friend, but seriously…YAWN…I need a change of pace. Variety is the spice of life, yo. I guess I just need to stop it with the crushes on boy friends…which makes no sense to me, so I guess I’ll just be an old spinster with 50 cats and twenty-thousand married couples to hang out with, but only because they pity me and are like, “You should get out more…meet new people…and by people we mean something that doesn’t walk on all fours or licks themselves inappropriately when company is around…”

Hmmm. Either that, or maybe I should get that mole removed that’s covering my entire elbow…that other set of ears growing out of my neck…oh, and that second nose on my forehead… So I have a grotesque freckle and a few more body parts!! Boys shouldn’t be so shallow… =)

Blast me for being a friggin’ drama queen.

Yup- I am still enamored of this. I can't stop looking at it!


My mom is back home. Bah. The second she got home, she wanted me to help her count her inventory. I'm ok with this because all I have to do is sit and keep a tally. However, I hate the job because she is the most unorganized person ever. Now, my obsessive/compulsive behavior has been brought to people's attentions lately- Suzie can feel me on this... OCD, wha what! Anyways- I'm trying to keep things organized, but then she throws something at me from seven pages of inventory ago. I yell "STOP!!!" because I remember that we've already counted this item, and she gets all upset and is like, "This is gonna take forever. Why don't you just write it down again after what we just counted?" What?? That makes no sense to me. Why would I do that? Things would get confusing... I try to keep things in order from broad to narrow, but obviously our brains do not comprehend eachother. I'm going to rewrite everything when we are done...if we ever get there. Gah!

Last night Chrissy, Aaron, and I watched Toy Story 2. I had forgotten how much I loooove that movie! Chrissy and I giggled...alot...over the same thing... Aaron just sat there and smirked at the fact that he hangs out with big nerds. I'm almost tempted to have a Disney movie marathon or something. I seriously have an urge to watch the first Toy Story, Aladdin, and The Lion King. My sister took the last one with her, so when I go visit her- I'm stealin' it.

Speaking of my sister... she wanted me to go with her to a monster truck rally thing (I know...) with her new "boyfriend" and his kids (I know, again...). This is February 1st... the same day as the RHV show at the IMC. Yes I know I see them all the time, but this is a CD release show! Guh. She knew I wasn't too keen on this "mullets o' plenty" shindig, so I don't know how upset she'd be if I skipped it and went to the other. Buuuuut- her birthday is the 2nd, and I don't think she's coming home for it. ~sigh~ I'm having a moral dilemma here... I need to find out what time the truck thing is. HMMM.

Ok, I'm officially smitten with my new look. If you don't like it, I don't care because it makes me smile. -------> =) Just like that. I turn my head parallel to the ground and grin like a parenthesis.

It went through many looks which have been labled "Sock Hop" (black and fleshy pink), "Torture Chamber" (brown/green/grey/horrifying), and "Easter Bunny" (pink, blue, green). I don't have a name for this look...well, maybe "Friggin' Awesome".


YAAAAAYYYY!!!!!!

I think I want to try to give this bad boy a new look. I like the layout, but the colors are getting kind of old... I'll play around with it and see what happens. When you talk to me on AIM, you'll notice that I changed my font/color. I'm kind of attached to the Comic Sans, so I don't know how long it'll last. Also- please tell me if the orange is obnoxious. =) SJGBluClu3


*fiddling with the template*

So about Sadie Hawkins... holy cow! It was eventful and sooo much fun. To top it off- I wore a skirt. What the freak?!?


~Taking money with Zach was fun. He's quite a character, that Zach Schultz fella. I was given the job of marking people's hands...had they known the consequences of this, I don't think they would have let me... Because, as everyone should know, the second friday of every month is Vagina Day (spread the love, not the vagina) and Vagina Day and Sadie Hawkins coincided this month...I wrote "V-day" on everyone's hands. Some people asked and some did not.

~Zach and I got some relief so as to rock out to the Killowatts. I did just that. No one else was going crazy, so Chrissy, Suzie, and I did it for them. I LOVE the Killowatts. They played alot of new songs this time around, so I couldn't sing along, but I shook my butt nontheless. Mike said that he was trying to find me because he knew I was probably in a maniacal mode, but alas- I am short and hard to find in crowds. By the way, my neck hurts this morning. Maybe I have whiplash? I'll go to the doctor and they'll be like, "what were you doing?" and I'll say, "rocking out, man! I'm a slave to the music!" Anyways- Tom (drummer) is definitely our favorite Killowatt. We befriended him awhile back and hadn't seen him for awhile since then, so he hung out with us while RHV played and when the show was over. He wanted us to come to a party with him, but we went to Steak and Shake with Mike and Aaron instead...correction- we ate at Mt. Zion's S&S first, and then we met up with them in Forsyth. Why they go to that one, I have no idea...

~Our money-taking job was taken over all together, so Zach and I took advantage of that and walked far away from the table. Encounter fans are insane. I tend to stand on the edge of their crowds so I don't get kneed or elbowed from all the skanking. They're awesome no matter where one stands, so woot for that. Aaron stole Tom's K-watt t-shirt and wore it. I fear the fate of the next person who smells that shirt...

~RHV rocked my world. We stood on the other side of the speaker with Tracy- you know, where the friends of the bands stand... I felt cool. Tom hung out with us too and proceeded to throw pennies at Tyson. He also yelled out things like, "Tyson's short!" and "Tyson's bald!" We love Tom. He's our favorite. =) They also played alot of new songs and I loved every one of them. I'm happy we found out about this band so long ago. Every show is a great treat! I also like that we "know" the band too. David Gerkin smiles, waves, and talks to me everytime he sees me. When I went to buy a hoodie (AWESOME hoodie), he was giving out free CD's and he was like, "I already gave you this last time I saw you, right? At the IDF?" That makes me happy because for some reason I feel like he will forget who I am and I'll be the dork wavin' at him. =) Trevor, however, did not say a word to us this time around. Maybe he's shy? Who knows...we still like him.

~Of course, the night ended at S&S. Mike Hagan and Aaron Stanley need to keep their smelly food away from us! That's right! SMELLY. Mike left and we talked about him... Then Sam, Aaron, and I were singing songs from cartoons that Chrissy and Suzie didn't watch because they played outside as children. Yeah, I don't know what that's about either.


All in all, Sadie Hawkins, and the night in general, was one of my favorites. I wanna do it all over again!

I'm so giddy, I'm almost to the point of quacktastic. QUACKTASTIC!!! Sadie Hawkins is tonight!! Zach and I are handing out tickets. I was just informed of my job today...thanks, Aaron. Unfortunately, Suzie is my only date. =\ Amanda can't come! It'll be ok- we can shake our butts without her. *shaking butt*

The first week of school has been a great week. I've been all good-studentlike. I don't know how long it'll last, but so far so good. My goal is to not slack...I did have to wake up at 6:30 Thursday morning to get my poetry homework done, buuuut- I got it done, didn't I?? Yes I did! =) Procrastination and I...we're like *this*.

On another note, I need to get my wisdom teeth removed. I'm teething and cranky. I know I've been saying this for years, but really- I can bite down with them, and I don't like it. I've tried gnawing on a cold carrot, but it only reminds me of my mom and sister tormenting me, and Suzie and the carrot bag...I can NEVER take carrots seriously...

EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sadie Hawkins is tomorrow, and I'm really excited. It's gonna be so much fun! I haven't gone to a rock show in quite awhile, so I'm ready to jump around like an idiot to my favorite bands. No, I don't have a date, and no I didn't ask anyone... "Why not the boy?" you ask. "I have my reasons," I reply. Oh well- it's gonna be Suzie, Amanda, and me. We're gonna be cute- with or without boys! =)


So this African American History class is quite enjoyable. I honestly know nothing, so I just sit and absorb everything that is said. It just gets me thinking, though, about all the history I've ever learned... It's like we're taught one thing at one point, and then it's disprooved at another point.
For example: in grade school we were taught that the Pilgrims and the Native Americans got together and had a happy little thanksgiving dinner- they sang and laughed together, and had a grand old time. They even made Stone Soup!
Of course we are young, and didn't realize that the European white man came in and stole land right and left without feeling bad about it, and pushed the native people off their homes. We were taught that little tidbit in later history classes, having our happy memories of buckles and feathers harmoniously living together flushed down the pooper.
That also leads me to think about other cultures. World history was only one year, so not every person/place/thing was covered. I learned the heck out of French revolutions, society during Medieval times, some Chinese dynasties, a little bit of Egyptian culture, etc... I learned more in this one class period on Africa than I ever had in any other class. I guess that's the point, though.
I really like this class. It's the first time in a long time that my brain feels refreshed instead of bogged down with useless information. I like the heated debates we (ok- everyone else) got into today. It made me feel like the hick little white girl, but it's all good. I'll speak up if I have something knowledgeable to say, unlike some people *cough*kim*cough*, that way I won't get verbally slapped down to the point of having to say, "well I didn't mean it like that...". Things were civil for the most part, but there were times when I thought Kim was gonna get bitch slapped. It's great that she has her opinions and isn't afraid to voice them, but when you don' t have true facts to back up what you say...expect backlash and suck it up! I really want Matt to take this class so that he will open up that narrow mind of his and stop it with his "theories". Dumb boy.

Today was an eventful day, but that's all I care to blog about for now. Perhaps I'll post more later.

Boom shakalaka boom!

I don't know, I'm slightly discouraged with the boy. I mean, I go from talking to him nearly every day... to not at all- even when I see him in person, and even when we're both online. It's kind of bizarre. I don't want to impose myself or anything like that, so who knows. Perhaps the aloofness is what I need to move on. I don't necessarily want to, but...*shrugs* whatever happens...happens. Nothing will because nothing ever does, but I've got that annoying hopeful/idealistic thing going on. Bah. I can't be a cynic, can I?


On an upbeat note- one of my favorite things to do is ride in the car with Suzie... I love her road rage. She cracks me the freak up. We were listening to some mellow music and I'm all zoning into it- not paying any attention, and then she yells, "GET IN THE OTHER LANE!!!! YOU WILL DO IT! GO! (car didn't do what she wanted) DAMN!!!!" Then on the way back home, this huge truck with a possible NRA member driving was being all pissy, so Suz passes it and the bastard turns his brights on! So what does she do? She slows down...alot...in a very long no passing zone. I love her.

Your feet stink.

That is all. =)

Awww, man! Ken left the Plain White T's!!! Harumph. This probably means that they won't come into our area very much anymore. They have a show at the IMC on February 25th, but still... It won't be the same! The guy looks like Stephen King, but he's the 2nd nicest member of the T's (the first being Tom). ~sigh~ Any bass players need a job??

Today was a really long day. EIGHT THIRTY IN THE MORNING!!!!! Luckily Dan is in that class with me too, so I have a friend to suffer with. Gap Comercial Day is also in there- meh.

So, I'm not the only white person in Af Am, so ha! Unfortunatley, Kim "I'm only talking to you because you're the only other white girl in here and we were once on the speech team together" Carpenter is in there. Greeaaat. Do you know why she quit the speech team? "I got sick of the boys' power trips." WHAT?!? I totally never noticed any "power trips". If she was talking about Mike and Antonio's spiel that one day- they were only doing it because Huff made them. PLUS- what they said was true. Truth hurts sometimes, huh? Also- I said that there were only 4 girls on the team now...Julie, Skylar, Lyndsey, and me...and that I didn't much care for Julie or Skylar, and she was like, "yeah- I didn't like any of the girls either...except for Sarah- oh, and you of course." Um, Kimberly dear, I don't care if you don't like me because I really don't like you. No need to hide it behind fake smiles. SHE is in that group of girls I was talking about, Aaron. Don't know if that explains anything any better. Probably not- girls are complicated and weird. =)

So, then I came home around 3:30 and slept until 8:30. Woot! I don't have to be to school tomorrow until 3, so I'm very excited about sleeping. I LOVE WEDNESDAYS!!!! =)

More good news:

SADIE HAWKINS IS BACK!!!

FRIDAY 1/17/2003
7:00pm-11:00pm
at THE SPEC

JUMP SUNDAY
THE AMAZING KILLOWATTS
ENCOUNTER
THE RED HOT VALENTINES

7$ AT THE DOOR


Horray! =)

Today was the first day back to school... I have one word:

OVERWHELMING


Holy cow, I was exhausted after all was said and done. Apparantly I have alot more friends than I realized because I spent maybe a total of 5 minutes by myself. I didn't mind the entire time, but I'm used to being dorky-weird-girl-in-the-corner-reading-a-book-and-minding-her-own-business Sandra. Today I was social-popular-talkative-joking-around-with-ALOT-of-friends Sandra. SIGH. I can only last so long before I fall over in a seizure. I guess I have to stop being so darned likeable. =)

So about the classes-

~Tracy Hickman is in stats with me!!!!!! I missed her! She was one of my favorite people to work with at the zoo. We had many moments together... picking up the elephant-sized man poo...me nearly killing her with the tagging gun...twice...her falling off the crate and nearly spraining her ankle and me trying to "catch" her, but we both failed... YAY. Also in stats, we were shown the most ridiculous video in the world. Donny Most aka RALPH MALPH from Happy Days was the host! What the freak?!

~Environmental biology only lasted 15 minutes so I don't quite know how to save the world just yet...give me time!

~Speech team was, well, speech team. Same old crazy antics ensued. I really missed Tony though. His head is all shaved now, but he's still a stud. He gives the BEST back rubs on speech trips by the way...for future reference. =)

Oh! One of my classes got cancelled, so I'm now taking African American Studies. I'm about as white as Vanilla Ice, so this should be a learning experience for me. I'm expanding my horizons and becoming cultured or something deep like that...

Ok, now that I've vented, I decided that I missed seeing everyone on the couches and whatnot. This semester is gonna be fun! I can feel it.

Wootcha!

My birthday is in three months!!!!! YAY.

Stephy's is tomorrow. Everyone IM her and tell her happy birthday- Thomp1384... She'll be 19.


I don't really have much to blog about. Crazy late-at-night antics are coming to an end. School is tomorrow. I'm ready for it, but not really. I have a good feeling about how this semester is going to go. My mind doesn't seem nearly as groggy as last semester, and I'm in a much happier mood. I had some deep and depressed moments going on, but even though we're only twelve days into the new year...things are much more positive. If not, I'm willing this semester to rock. I need to do well.

This doesn't seem to be the same for everyone, so to those of you who are down and out- keep your chins up because things WILL get better...you're just on the down dip of this roller coaster. Life is as predictable my no-bake cookies. Sometimes they're solid...sometimes they're not...sometimes they're really hard...sometimes I don't make them at all...

Wow- this is why I'm not a motivational speaker. Did that motivate any of you at all? I mean, besides to run screaming in the other direction, arms flailing about, tears streaming down your cheeks...?

I suck at this job. I quit. =)

I'm kind of disapointed in the new Foo. The single off of it makes me shake my butt, but the rest of it is kinda boring. I bounced a wee bit, but not as much as their past CDs.

Something all of a sudden smells like barbeque sauce... What is that about?

Anyways- Taproot, on the other hand, is rockin' good. I like it!


School starts Monday- rar. The first half of break was forever long, but after New Years it has gone by way too fast.

I found the source of the smell! My SamGoody bag... WEIRD.

This has been the most random blog ever.

That is all.

SIGH...



NO means NO!!!!


You know what? It's not even like he's being annoyingly persistant or anything, but when I hear stuff like "he's so in love with you" when I have repeatedly said "not gonna happen"...

Guh!

He was a waiter boy, he said see ya later boy...


Poor Ryan got hit on by our gay waiter at Olive Garden this evening. He should have milked it and gotten something for free. Ew- read that in the most "rated G" way possible.

Tonight was a dirty dirty night. Here are some of the things that were said:

"Stop groping me, and just put it in!"

"Oh no! I'm getting it from both sides!"

"Boobs in a bag?"

"Carrots to oral?"

"He likes his breadsticks dark...'in the closet' dark."

"I just killed Sandra!"

"No one likes a dry willy!"

"He likes the butthole..."

That's all I can remember for now. Ryan was stuck with the four of us crazy girls. Sometimes I wonder what other groups of girls are like. Are they as raunchy and dirty as we, or are they all sugar and spice? I mean- we can definitely make a boy uncomfortable, but yet they're always sucked back in. Why??

...they like it. ;-)

"Richland has taken up to twelve weeks to contact people..."

Why doesn't that surprise me?

I paid my ticket today, kids. I will be taking my traffic class in, oooh- twelve weeks?!? My goodness. At least it is finally paid off and I have my license back...with the holes o' shame punched into it. Bah.

I'm banning us from Steak & Shake for at least a month. My room smells like S&S!!!!! Why?? I've been there about six times in the last two weeks, and all of my clothes that are scattered about my room smell like smoke and cheese fries! Yes, I do need to do laundry, but for now there might as well be a bean crock sitting on my desk.

Oh yeah- and the one in Mt. Zion isn't open twenty-four hours... It's open twenty-four hours whenever they feel like it. "Closed for cleaning"??? What? This disheartening sign on the door made Mike, Suzie, Chrissy, and I have to go to the ghetto S&S on Pershing. It's not the same... =\

Ok, so I lied. More bucket nights are in the near future, I'm sure, which always seem to lead to Steak & Shake- hours of neither steak nor shake, but always hours of fun.

See you there! =)

She's home. She didn't notice the window, however she did notice the ladder which I forgot to put away...

Mom: "Why is the ladder out? Were you cleaning out the eave troughs?"

Sandra: "Um, no... I had to break into the house."

M: "Break into the house?!? Did you break anything???"

S: "The basement window."

M: "With the ladder?!"

S: "No, I had to crawl through the window..."

M: [incoherent muttering about me being 19...where was my head...I should know better...blah blah blah] *goes outside to look at window*

S: *rolling eyes, waiting, and expecting to hear "Well, you're gonna pay for the new window."*

M: *comes inside* "Well, you're gonna pay for the new window."

S: "I know this, Mother. Would you rather I left Grandpa and the dogs to fend for themselves? This was Sunday night- they'd be malnourished by now!"

M: *dirty glare*


We take the entire window out- frame and all, and she takes it to the window repair store (or something like that...). Final price: $10.

Heck friggin' yeah! Breaking that window was not a horrible investment. All is well, kids, all is well. =)

Can I have a break please? Can something, for once, not be so drama-filled and insane??


Tonight I locked myself out of the house. I walk out of the door and shut it, and as I hear the satisfying sound of safety- a door that's NOT gonna open or be broken into, I look down at my hands. I LEFT MY KEYS INSIDE!!!! I cussed. I cussed alot. I was on the phone with Chrissy, but I don't know if she heard the bombs that were dropped.

So then I try all of the windows, and oh yeah- they're locked! ALL OF THEM. My mom is not home and won't be until Tuesday, my grandpa is old, and my dogs and cats have no opposable thumbs. I am locked the ef out.

I call Chrissy back, and within minutes a car pulls up. "Wow, that was quick!" I said to myself. I walk to the driveway and it's nonother than Aaron Stanley! Chrissy had called him and he came to my rescue.

We then met up with the Whit girls and went to see Drumline (excellent movie, by the way...). The entire time, though, I was thinking- "please don't let my house burn down...please don't let my house burn down...". Why was I thinking this?? Not only had I locked myself out, I had left my curling iron on in my bedroom. I realized this mid-movie because I had intended on straightening my bangs, but never got around to it and forgot I had left it on. (I'm not really an idiot, I just play one on TV).

Sooooooo- the movie gets over and I decide that I need to get home and break a window. The Whit girls make the trip to Macon with me, and we do just that. I broke one of my basement windows with a wrench wrapped in a T-shirt (I don't know- I saw it in a movie once...), and shimmyed my way down. One cut finger, several bruises, and a swollen elbow later...I'm in!!!

We plug the window up with a rug, some blankets, and an old dirty sweatshirt. The cold air won't get in at all, I'm sure.

For now, I'm fearing the wrath of my mother. Perhaps I'll make up a story? Nah- I'll just tell her I locked myself out...again, and pay her back for the window. Nothing like making a poor girl poorer...

~~SIGH~~

I know she reads this now and then, and I don't know if she'll read it any time soon...


But for what it's worth-



HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELLISA!!!!

You're 20. Dang, we're getting old...

Girls Night + three guys = crazy fun.


We didn't get to do all the girl things we had intended, but we still had a lot of fun.

Enter the boys: Aaron, Chris, and Sam... Steak & Shake people didn't know what they were getting themselves into with the six of us insane girls, plus the three of them- one slightly more insane than the others. I don't think our waitress likes her job very much, but she did warm up to Sam...

The night was a give and take of teaching and learning. I don't know if I feel enlightened, as much as I feel...dirty. We got a little insight into the world of the penis (thanks, Sam), and they were given the full-frontal "finger bowl salad" and an explanation of the rusty fish-hook (I'm so ashamed...). Genetalia were named, bathroom etiquette, hovering, etc... Four hours I'll never get back. Just kidding, kids- it was a blast!
We didn't get to sleep until 6am. THAT'll get my sleeping patterns back on track, I'm sure...


On another note- I'm watching Fight Club right now because I haven't seen it in awhile. Brad Pitt is pure sex in this movie. He's friggin' hott...but only in this movie. Ok- also in Ocean's Eleven, but not so much otherwise. Anyways- back to the movie...I've decided that the book will be equally brilliant and I plan on reading it when I'm done with the other 500 that are on my list. I think I can only handle Palahniuk in small doses. If I read him back to back, it'll start messing with my head.

We don't want that to happen, do we now?

Wow, so I woke up at 10 o'clock this morning to take care of my grandpa and the dogs. I fully intended on staying up and getting stuff done...

...yeah, it's 3:00 and I just woke up from the nap I took instead of getting stuff done. Dang I'm responsible.


I need a job.

I made a new friend tonight. His name is Copper and he's Stephanie's dog. He's the coolest. He seems to have forgotten that he's no longer a little puppy, but rather a huge gangly dog that is not meant to sit on laps. I forgive him for this flaw, because after all- we must look at the good and not the bad. I smell like him now, but that's what I get for wrestleing him on his couch. I'm pretty sure Stephanie was getting jealous because I had momentarily stolen her dog, but I have no comment. Dogs/animals in general love me!


...bah. If only boys had the same reaction. =)


Just kidding. I'm not THAT hard up. I'm just impatient.

Maybe I've jumped to conclusions about the boy thing, but I have the tendancy to do that sometimes. Eh- what are ya gonna do? I'm a girl.


School starts in 10 days... Why did this break all of a sudden speed up? That's insanity. I feel as though I have accomplished nothing. My sleeping habits are severly out of whack now. I'm so screwed when we have to go back. I have a class at 8:30 in the morning! I haven't seen 8:30 since the morning of my history final...THREE WEEKS AGO. Yikes.

At least the break has been filled with friend time. I heart my girls! Viva!

So, about the boy...


Even though he likes the other girl, I still like him. Pretty stupid, eh? I really like being his friend, and don't want to bruise the dynamics of that relationship by saying anything, buuuut- sometimes we gotta take risks, right?

On the other hand, I'm a chicken*. What the freak am I gonna say?

~~~~~
Dear boy,

Do you like me? Please circle yes or no.


YES NO


Sandra
~~~~~

Yeah, I'm thinking no.

And about the other girl- I've only seen him and her together one time, and they barely spoke. This was not too long ago too. He talked to me more than her...not that I was keeping score or anything...I'm just observant...

Oh well, no need for dwelling. A wise friend of mine once said, "Pining is wasted time. It gets better, it really does...". I believe that, but for now...I'm just a dork with a crush on a boy who has no idea. Better to be friends than nothing at all. =)


*Not to be confused with "chicken head"- def: a form of a rap "groupie" who will do ANYTHING/ONE to meet someone famous...

This New Year's was the best. It was supa dupa fun. We had things to do and people to see... In the words of Mike Hagan, "Friggin' ROCK!"

Events of last evening/this morning (note: "we" = Suzie, Chrissy, Stephanie, and myself):

1- We go to Carlos O'Kelly's to eat and run into Erin Evans and Ashley Younger. They told me that they read this and laugh a lot, so I'm gonna say hi- "HI ASHLEY AND ERIN!!!!" =) It was nice to see them because I hadn't since graduation. Wow.

2- We head to Dalton City to catch some of the Stereotype show. They were actually really good, and we got to see a drunken Jeff Novota dance while wearing a 'do rag'. Stephanie gets groped.

3- Our next stop is Mowequa to go to Nicole Puckett's. Everyone there is intoxicated, including Susannah Cutler- not something I ever thought I'd see. We had a blast catching up on things. Stephanie gets groped.

4- On to the Encounter NY's show. I got to see a lot of people from RCC who I hadn't seen in awhile. Those Encounter fans are insane, yes they are. When the show is over, we chill in the church until about 2... Stephanie gets groped.

5- Jumpin' Java is really nice to let a bunch of crazy kids hang out there until FOUR IN THE MORNING. Even though everyone was barely coherent, it was a lot of fun to sit around and make fun of Aaron- I mean talk. Yeah…talk. I got to see a much-missed argument between Mike and Aaron over programs board stuff, rufies are explained to the boys, finger bowl salad is still a mystery, and Minott is fun- we like him. Stephanie gets groped.

6- Sleepy time at the Whit house. She doesn't remember, if she even knows, but... Stephanie gets groped. Wha cha!