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writing down the dream [24 Feb 2002|07:09pm] [ mood | fascinated ] [ music | Deftones :Around The Fur: ] so, I've been working to interpret my dream from a few nights ago. here's what the ivillage.com dream dictionary and the dreammoods.com dream dictionary have to say about some elements of my dream. ( maybe? ) post comment

sparkling [23 Feb 2002|01:49am] [ mood | energetic ] [ music | Alien Ant Farm :Movies: ] I wonder how many people realize that snow doesn't just sparkle in the sunlight? it sparkles in the moonlight, too. I took my telescope outside so I could look at Jupiter and Saturn next to the moon. shining waxing half moon. shining stars. dark blue sky. sparkling snow. so beautiful. I found about.com's science section!!! I guess they didn't remove it after all, it's just not on their front page any more. I was so bummed when I saw it got removed, but it turns out it's still there, I just had to do a little digging to find it. yummy. I love about.com. *smeeze*smeeze* I am sarah, hear me whisper. post comment

maybe we'll see on the fourth of july [23 Feb 2002|12:09am] [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | Better Than Ezra :Good: ] What is your meaning of life? Better Than Ezra :Good: this song makes me wanna dance and smile and sing and laugh! dance and smile and sing and laugh with me :) post comment

yeah!!! [21 Feb 2002|10:51pm] [ mood | happy ] [ music | 2Pac :Changes: ] isn't it great how lj says that you have 30 days to undelete your journal or it will be erased forever? and then, over 6 months after you deleted your journal, you can just log in and undelete it and all your entries will still be there? I had fun looking at them all ^_^ deleted most of them. kept a few. they're pointless, but they're my past :) post comment

DESPITE ALL MY RAGE I AM STILL JUSTA RAT IN A CAGE... [27 Jun 2001|07:08pm] [ mood | apathetic ] [ music | Smashing Pumpkins ] the world is a vampire... I love the smashing pumpkins. too bad they had to break up. Damn Billy Corgan. but he rules too. I fought with my sister for an hour today, she hasn't fed her hamster in days or cleaned out his cage for a month. she says she doesn't want to because she hates him. so I'm taking him home wit me, no matter what my mom says. My report card came saturday. all E's. gee, what a surprise. My mom is livid. I don't care. I'm going to be all alone here in just a second, my sibs are going to the library. *yaaaaay* I'm so hungry. kind of crabby too... I'm reading a very, very boring book. it's 900 pages, and about 5 of them have interested me so far. I'm on page 734. it's called "The Mists of Avalon". It's supposed to be awesome. I wouldn't recommend it. I've been so cynical today, it's like everything I say is dry and without a hint of happiness. I'm simply blank, without awareness. oh well. byebyes, peace Sarah post comment

[27 Jun 2001|01:56pm] [ mood | content ] [ music | The Armageddon Theme ] "Mr. Harry Stamper? We have a matter of national security here, you're going to have to get on the plane." "Harry, I swear to god, she never told me her age!" "It's all right, it's for me." "Oh...umm...nevermind..." "My favorite dish is Haggis...heart, lungs, liver, brain, you shove that all in a sheep's stomach and then you boil it...that'll put some hair on your ass..." "I suffered a major head injury in high school." "I am NOT CRAZY. I'm just a little emotional right now. I mean, y'all throwin all this stuff at me...after this is over, can I like get a hug from you or sumthin...?" "I won the westinghouse prize at 12. Published at 19, big deal. I went to MIT, got a double doctorate, chemistry AND geology. Why do I do this? Because the money's good, the scenery changes, and they let me use explosives, ok???" "FAILED. FAILED. DEPRESSIVELY FAILED. 1 toxicology scan revealed Ketamine, a VERY powerful sedative." "Sedatives are used all the time, doc..." "WELL THIS ONE'S USED ON HORSES!" "Some of these guys are pretty big..." "BEAR! I'm trying to teach you how these DATs keep your ass on the ground. So if I were to kick you in the balls up in space, what would happen?" "I'd float away." "And when do we start training for that?" _________________________________________________ LOL those quotes are all from the movie Armageddon...ok I think I'm the only one who finds them funny. but still. heehee. ok. I'm done. luv y'all! Peace Sarah :) post comment

Reality, Ideality, Artistica [16 Jun 2001|07:20pm] [ mood | nostalgic ] [ music | Smashing Pumpkins "Disarm" ] whimsical: whimsical \Whim"si*cal\ 1. Full of, or characterized by, whims; actuated by a whim; having peculiar notions; queer; strange; freakish. 2. Odd or fantastic in appearance; quaintly devised; fantastic. whim?si?cal (hwmz-kl, wm-) adj. Determined by, arising from, or marked by whim or caprice. Erratic in behavior or degree of unpredictability: a whimsical personality. whimsical adj : determined by chance or impulse or whim rather than by necessity or reason whimsical adj. - dreamy, idealistic, fanciful, capricious, fantastic whimsical: 1. given to fantastic thoughts or notions. 2. erratic, unpredictable, capricious ____________________________________ ca?pri?cious (k-prshs, -prshs) adj. Characterized by or subject to whim; impulsive and unpredictable. capricious \Ca*pri"cious\, Governed or characterized by caprice; apt to change suddenly; freakish; whimsical; changeable. capricious adj 1: changeable; "a capricious summer breeze"; "freakish weather" [syn: freakish] 2: determined by chance or impulse or whim rather than by necessity or reason; "a capricious refusal"; "authoritarian rulers are frequently capricious"; "the victim of whimsical persecutions" [syn: impulsive, whimsical] capricious: 1. subject to, led by, or indicative of caprice or whim; erratic; mercurial. 2. fanciful, whimsical. ________________________________ caprice adj. : 1. a tendency to change one's mind without reason or motive. 2. whimsicality, capriciousness. ________________________________ mercurial \Mer*cu"ri*al\ : Having the qualities fabled to belong to the god Mercury; swift; active; sprightly; fickle; volatile; changeable; as, a mercurial youth; a mercurial temperament. ________________________________ I was told I am a very whimsical, so that led into an odyssey of figuring out what whimsical and it's synonyms meant. It's starting to not sound like such a good thing! at least I'm fantastic ^_^ hehehe brittany if you're reading this bring your tarot cards to class monday! or don't, either way, it'll be our last day, and I'm gonna cry :( :( :( :( the absent committee is out...with your man...or woman...or dog... hehe... ok, I'm sad now... Peace Sarah 1 comment|post comment

Chipmunks [16 Jun 2001|07:08pm] [ mood | chipper ] [ music | Joydrop ] Brat always smiling? how ditzy tight shirt? how slutty self esteem? how concieted witchcraft? how satanic opinionated? how bitchy labeling me? how insecure __________________ *smiles cheerfully* life's almost going my way, amazing today. aight, peace out. or maybe just peace. Love, Happiness, and Dandelions -Sarah P.S. my own personal question of the ages - do I dye my hair black, white, pink, green, or blue? gotta bleach it first though, bleh. I have my dad's permission. not my mom's, but we'll see what we can do ^_^ Luv y'all! 1 comment|post comment

Haha [03 Jun 2001|04:50pm] [ mood | anxious ] [ music | the voices still squeeking, squeeking ] sooooo something *extremely* cool happened last night, and I aint sayin what it is. well maybe. does anyone really care? it's kind of not so cool now that I look at it, but it was cool then. Peace Sarah post comment

[02 Jun 2001|07:57pm] [ mood | surprised ] [ music | Kittie "Paperdoll" ] I haven't actually written any of my thoughts down for awhile, so here we go. I bit down on my tongue while eating dinner so hard it is now bleeding all over and it hurts like hell. I tripped over the ground (a flat surface) and hurt my knee. I opened up a cabinet, the door swung around and smacked me in my face. yesterday, for the 15th time this month, I tripped going up the stairs, now I have a huge bruise on my arm. I go up stairs, down stairs, across stairs, I can't even look at stairs without tripping. hehe. I'm a klutz. And a whiny klutz. I don't mind though. hehe. owwww my tongue is like bleeding all over. *frowns* I'm watching Grumpy Old Men. I love this movie! I'm listening to napster. I downloaded about 40 songs today. I downloaded the entire Kittie CD. It's awesome. I also downloaded every Smashing Pumpkin song on there. The first time I ever went to napster was today, I'm in love with it now. I don't hafta go to church tomorrow! *glows* now I need to go figure out when the new moon is. and excuse me while I bleed to death. I hope I didn't bite off all my tastebuds. peace love happiness & music :) Sarah post comment

A couple of my own poems [02 Jun 2001|11:28am] [ mood | indifferent ] [ music | Kittie "Paperdoll" ] Red & Green sometimes I just wanna take that pin and run it through my eye but sometimes I don't my blood, so red, wouldn't it clash with the green of my irises? like, so totally absolutely SoCal valley girls, the same faces, the same expressions, like wow ignorant people annoy me catholics amuse me (ignorant and catholic, hand in hand, what a disgusting pair) bitches are my heroes sluts are my friends this game is getting stale lead me away to an early grave that pin is looking tantalizing... Diary there's blood running down the pages of my diary intertwined, intertwining with the bloodstains of old... the message has faded, the truth has been blurred the line between black & white has suddenly become so unclear and I can't stand the scarlet ribbons no, leave me alone you've judged and now you've gone you have no right to wish my dreams have been destroyed this is my life, this is what's now this is the truth that will never bind me the blood runs from my lips my diary is the innocent victim I will never be ook so those are the only 2 poems I had on hand, they were tucked into my backpack. they're kind of wierd, and they aren't exactly Pulitzer Prize winners. I have happier poems! just not with me. 1 comment|post comment

November Rain [27 May 2001|03:53pm] [ mood | distressed ] [ music | BTNH "paper, paper" (it's one of my fave songs) ] "When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained But darlin' when I hold you Don't you know I feel the same 'Cause nothin' lasts forever And we both know hearts can change And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain We've been through this auch a long long time Just tryin' to kill the pain But lovers always come and lovers always go An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today Walking away If we could take the time To lay it on the line I could rest my head Just knowin' that you were mine All mine So if you want to love me Then darlin' don't refrain Or I'll just end up walkin' In the cold November rain Do you need some time... on your own Do you need some time... all alone Everybody needs some time... on their own Don't you know you need some time... all alone I know it's hard to keep an open heart When even friends seem out to harm you But if you could heal a broken heart Wouldn't time be out to charm you Sometimes I need some time... on my own Sometimes I need some time... all alone Everybody needs some time... on their own Don't you know you need some time... all alone And when your fears subside And shadows still remain I know that you can love me When there's no one left to blame So never mind the darkness We still can find a way 'Cause nothin' lasts forever Even cold November rain Don't ya think that you need somebody Don't ya think that you need someone Everybody needs somebody You're not the only one You're not the only one" -Guns N'Roses post comment

[20 May 2001|01:28am] [ mood | calm ] I just felt compelled to tell you all that when the milk is brown and chewy, don't consume it. 1 comment|post comment

Virgin Entry [19 May 2001|01:06pm] [ mood | cynical ] [ music | Def Leppard ] I titled this virgin because this is my first time writing in my journal, making it my virgin entry...hehe. I talked to the guy I like, I waved frantically and said hi in a squeeky voice. He gave me an odd look, said hi very slowly, and mimicked my frantic waving. I was soo fluckin nervous. I still am. It was just a hi, but still. I'm pathetic. I've liked the same guy since the first day of school, when I was walking down the stairs to the buses at the end of the day, and I saw this tall, dark and handsome boy. Crush at first sight. Once again, a testiment to how pathetic I am. As if I need reminding. I want to take a flying tumble down a flight of stairs. I wanna say hi to Bree, cuz she gave me the URL to here! *waves frantically* My mother wants to send me to catholic school! somebody fuckin help me. I'm not even catholic. sometimes life is just way too complicated. Peace out. 2 comments|post comment

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