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Sunday, July 28, 2002 ::10:14pm:: Support a good cause. www.beaverpower.com Saturday, July 27, 2002 ::10:46pm:: Though lately I've been trying to maintain an aura of positivity, I have... Two bitty complaints: 1. We tried to get some ice cream today, but my car (after having been left outside for 11 days in sweltering Florida sunshine) wouldn't start. 2. We managed to pick up a tub of the new Blue Bell Boston Cream Pie ice cream (after taking mom's keys to the van), but now I have a tummy ache. Saturday, July 27, 2002 ::2:34am:: I talked to an old and dear friend today after practically a year of no contact, save for a couple of emails and instant messages. Friends always talk about how things will always be the same between them, no matter how much time elapses. I'm not sure that's true. Something about the intimacy of daily exchange, a few laughs, a few frustrations, automatically makes certain friends closer to your heart than those of the past. Or that's what I slightly fear, anyway. When this friend and I hung out, regardless of how monotonous our routine had gotten, we always had a blast. We had grown to be able to predict what the other one was thinking. We had grown to be able to share our dreams for the future and include the other person in those dreams in some way. My heart will break if I discover that we've become those kinds of odd acquaintances that can do nothing but reminisce and share a few smiles about the past. ::1:53am:: Thankfully, our attempt at touring the North was a complete success. We filled 11 days with action-packed touristy goodness -- well, 10 days, if you exclude the 24 hours we spent driving. And I drove nine of those hours! If you know me at all, you know this is quite an accomplishment. Next thing you know, I'll be touring the whole country in Zippy, le Purple People Eater. We filled about ten rolls of film -- so instead of feeding what I'm sure is everyone's overwhelming curiosity (haha) about the events of the past 11 days, I'll wait til everything is developed and concoct a photo journal. Friday, July 12, 2002 ::9:17pm:: Coincidentally (well, maybe it was fated), this was my horoscope for today... Horoscope (by astrocenter.com) - Leo Today, you may get caught up in some family conflicts that you have no desire to deal with, dear Leo. And you may even feel like yelling at other people in order to get rid of all the excess stress, and get yourself out of this situation. But be careful not to overlook the hidden benefits of this day. There may be a kind of treasure in there somewhere. Instead of getting angry, open your eyes! They're open... I'm waiting.... ::9:02pm:: I can't wait to get out of here. I have a limitless amount of love for my family, but for some reason, and much unlike when I was younger, I can't stand to be around them 24/7. We're going up north to Virginia and New York in a few days, driving the whole way. I don't think I'll be able to keep my sanity. I lost 20 pounds after two months of strict diet and heavy exercise. I was telling my mom about my progress. My dad overheard, eavesdropping from another room, and came to tell me that he couldn't tell the difference and that I should lose 20 more. Thanks, dad. Your love and encouragement has always been the cornerstone of my well-being. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... I want to go back to Gainesville. ::2:23pm:: Writing to yourself is supposed to be therapeutic. Dear Self, I know you may not want to hear a lot of the things I have to say, but I'm truly concerned about you. Who are you hiding from? Who are you kidding? You may be able to save yourself from judgment by remaining silent and detached, occasionally making little witticisms so everyone knows you're not dull. But how long can you keep it up? It's not you -- never has been. You're a spotlight girl. No, you're not a leader and you never claimed to be, but you're possessed of an independent soul -- once you learn to break free of authority and expectations. You're the lead guitarist. You're Batgirl. You're Mia Wallace. You're Ricky Fitts. You don't need anyone's fucking approval. That's not all, but I don't have the time or patience to go into it. II'll talk to you later. With love, Yourself Monday, July 8, 2002 I've made minor advancements in what I should have called the "renovation" of this site, instead of the redesign -- more space on the index page for my yammering and an archiving system instead of a completely separate space for the exact same content (what was known as "Sarah Says"). The focus has always been on this part of the site anyway, eh? Well, perhaps not for those of you who happen to stumble upon one profile or another of mine and have come in search of a visual complement. Tough cookies for you folks, I'm afraid. My printer/scanner/copier/fax is not hooked up at the moment and I probably won't get a chance to complete the album until the fall. Persuaded by good friends and motivated by the need for good, wholesome (maybe not entirely wholesome) fun, I spent the weekend in Orlando. I don't think I've fully recovered from Saturday night. We went to Citywalk to listen to some jazz, which was the perfect opportunity for some of my more manipulative friends to pour drinks down my throat and drag me to a dance club. Already tired before the night began, I didn't really put up a fight. I even got down and boogied. I think I had fun for the most part, though after six or seven drinks everything was a blur. The bad part was that I promised myself I would *abstain* from mind-altering elixers. That, and (from what I gathered from what friends told me I said that night through their laughter the next day) the fact that I was, let's just say..."out of sorts." Surprisingly, I can remember most of the events that transpired that night. It gives me a newfound confidence in my memory, which I thought was, to put it lightly, rather fallible. Among other things, I remember staring at a spinning exit sign, stumbling down escalator steps and debating about the fall of Communism. Abstinance will be my personal mantra for a while. And I mean it this time! Dim Sum.. Mmmm.... Strange old guys dancing on your booty.. Ewwww... more of what Sarah's saying >> |
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