here I am, with my bruised knees and crooked smile.
Yo. Due to my nocturnal behaviour of late, I shan't even be sleepy until about 2:00. I've had 2 Rockstar Energy drinks, a bag of sour skittles, a candy bar, a slice of pizza, and several other sugar-filled carb-filled items, and I also took a 3-hour power nap earlier... and I'm doing great. I probably won't wake up till about 2 tomorrow unless mommy wakes me. Wow, this summer is gonna be such a WASTE.
Don't expect any poetry in this entry... I've had something of a writer's block. Or a writer's tomb, maybe. Meh...
Anyway,I got a haircut, and I LOVE it. Mommy doesn't. Bleh. It's not that short, just to my shoulders, and layered and choppy and I got my sideswept bangs back. I can fix it all different ways, because it's one of those, like, convertable cuts... but I am partial to the way I'm wearing it now... straightened, falling over one eye and messy with this great hair glue stuff I bought.
I don't want summer to end.
I might be in the Miss Grant County pageant! I know, this isn't like me... but I hate to see the same girls win every year. I want SOMETHING different to happen, even if all I get to do is give 'em a smartass answer. Plus, even if I don't win anything, my hair will look great for the rest of the night.
I can't wait till Ross comes back in a couple weeks. He's taking me to my first show! We're going to try to go to Blindside. I really wanted to go to Scallywagon, but it's at Bogart's and it's just 18 and up.
I'm starting to warm up to Tsunami Bomb. It's hard for me to respect bands with girl lead singers... I hate Lillix, The Donnas, and I never really liked No Doubt. But I DO like The Distillers and Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. ::shrug:: Dawn on a Funeral Day is a good song, I think.
My mom is the sweetest but most uptight person I've ever met in my whole life. I'm STILL not allowed to walk around the mall by myself, I'm hardly allowed to go ANYWHERE with boys, I'm not allowed to go to any clownless parties [so to speak], activities such as camping, fishing, or boating seem to be completely off limits, and any of my friends over the age of 15 are the enemy. I mean, I know she's trying to protect me, but I feel so suffocated. My good buddy Russcull invited me to go to Warped Tour with him, Richard, Anna, John, Ben, and Chrissy. They're ALL my age, and there will be girls present. I'm not even interested in Russel like that... and I asked mom, and she's all, "BOYS! LOUD MUSIC! DANGER! DANGER! SPAZ OUT! DANGER!" I love her, but this is too much. We're past reasonable.
::twitch::
Okay, I'm done.
Always,
Sarah.
Don't expect any poetry in this entry... I've had something of a writer's block. Or a writer's tomb, maybe. Meh...
Anyway,I got a haircut, and I LOVE it. Mommy doesn't. Bleh. It's not that short, just to my shoulders, and layered and choppy and I got my sideswept bangs back. I can fix it all different ways, because it's one of those, like, convertable cuts... but I am partial to the way I'm wearing it now... straightened, falling over one eye and messy with this great hair glue stuff I bought.
I don't want summer to end.
I might be in the Miss Grant County pageant! I know, this isn't like me... but I hate to see the same girls win every year. I want SOMETHING different to happen, even if all I get to do is give 'em a smartass answer. Plus, even if I don't win anything, my hair will look great for the rest of the night.
I can't wait till Ross comes back in a couple weeks. He's taking me to my first show! We're going to try to go to Blindside. I really wanted to go to Scallywagon, but it's at Bogart's and it's just 18 and up.
I'm starting to warm up to Tsunami Bomb. It's hard for me to respect bands with girl lead singers... I hate Lillix, The Donnas, and I never really liked No Doubt. But I DO like The Distillers and Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. ::shrug:: Dawn on a Funeral Day is a good song, I think.
My mom is the sweetest but most uptight person I've ever met in my whole life. I'm STILL not allowed to walk around the mall by myself, I'm hardly allowed to go ANYWHERE with boys, I'm not allowed to go to any clownless parties [so to speak], activities such as camping, fishing, or boating seem to be completely off limits, and any of my friends over the age of 15 are the enemy. I mean, I know she's trying to protect me, but I feel so suffocated. My good buddy Russcull invited me to go to Warped Tour with him, Richard, Anna, John, Ben, and Chrissy. They're ALL my age, and there will be girls present. I'm not even interested in Russel like that... and I asked mom, and she's all, "BOYS! LOUD MUSIC! DANGER! DANGER! SPAZ OUT! DANGER!" I love her, but this is too much. We're past reasonable.
::twitch::
Okay, I'm done.
Always,
Sarah.