She puts the weights into my little heart.
I really really really like Obstacle 1 by Interpol. The alternating guitars is genius.
I think my shirt creeped out all the lesbians at Charis last night. It said, "It rubs the lotion on the skin or it gets the hose again." All of the older ladies were like, "That is so wrong." And I just smiled and walked away. I like my shirt, bitches! Kelsi loved it, though.
Do you know what song we're singing in choir?? THE PRAYER. Yes, only the most depressing and most beautifully written song ever! No, seriously. I'm not even religious, but everytime I hear that song I begin to cry. And not the Celine Dion version. I fucking hate Celine Dion. Just typing her name makes me want to vomit. I like the Josh Groban/Charlotte Church one. Everytime someone or something dies, I turn the song on. Immediately. In November of 2004, Terri's dad passed away along with two of my pets. I swear to god, throughout that entire month I just listened to that song. Everything bad happens in November. I hate November. Although, if I named my kid after a month, it'd be November. I like the way it sounds, but I hate the actual month itself. Ok, sorry. Rambling.
So yeah. My eyes look incredibly scary at the moment. I think my mascara is old or something because the last couple times I've worn makeup I've gotten these really really really really red eyes the next day. They don't hurt, but everytime I look in the mirror I start feeling bad because they look like they should. Hahaha. Kind of like the Placebo Effect, but not.
He thought sun rises were depressing. Now, every morning when I watch it come up, I think of him. Somehow, I can connect almost anything to him. That drives me insane. I know it will go away, but for now it really sucks.
I received the best compliment the other night. Hailey, Josh, and I went to Mocabe's and on the way there, I said something funny apparently...(imagine that)...and Josh cracks up and says, "That's what I love about you, Sara. You're so bubbly, but in a fuck you sort of way." And then I got to thinking about it and he's absolutely right.
I really, seriously need to get my sleep schedule turned back around. Going to bed at 9 in the morning and waking up at 3 in the afternoon is really depressing.
I think my shirt creeped out all the lesbians at Charis last night. It said, "It rubs the lotion on the skin or it gets the hose again." All of the older ladies were like, "That is so wrong." And I just smiled and walked away. I like my shirt, bitches! Kelsi loved it, though.
Do you know what song we're singing in choir?? THE PRAYER. Yes, only the most depressing and most beautifully written song ever! No, seriously. I'm not even religious, but everytime I hear that song I begin to cry. And not the Celine Dion version. I fucking hate Celine Dion. Just typing her name makes me want to vomit. I like the Josh Groban/Charlotte Church one. Everytime someone or something dies, I turn the song on. Immediately. In November of 2004, Terri's dad passed away along with two of my pets. I swear to god, throughout that entire month I just listened to that song. Everything bad happens in November. I hate November. Although, if I named my kid after a month, it'd be November. I like the way it sounds, but I hate the actual month itself. Ok, sorry. Rambling.
So yeah. My eyes look incredibly scary at the moment. I think my mascara is old or something because the last couple times I've worn makeup I've gotten these really really really really red eyes the next day. They don't hurt, but everytime I look in the mirror I start feeling bad because they look like they should. Hahaha. Kind of like the Placebo Effect, but not.
He thought sun rises were depressing. Now, every morning when I watch it come up, I think of him. Somehow, I can connect almost anything to him. That drives me insane. I know it will go away, but for now it really sucks.
I received the best compliment the other night. Hailey, Josh, and I went to Mocabe's and on the way there, I said something funny apparently...(imagine that)...and Josh cracks up and says, "That's what I love about you, Sara. You're so bubbly, but in a fuck you sort of way." And then I got to thinking about it and he's absolutely right.
I really, seriously need to get my sleep schedule turned back around. Going to bed at 9 in the morning and waking up at 3 in the afternoon is really depressing.