Why yes, school starts tomorrow, at an ungodly 15 minutes earlier than normal. Not that it matters because I used to get up at 5:30 and I'm probably gonna be getting up later as I really feel no need anymore to mess with make up and clothes and that stuff ( Read more... )

Heather suddenly claims she's never been able to turn the computer on ( Read more... )

As soon as I get out of my shower, Catherine comes out of her room, first in only underwear and a tank top, and then dressed (I think?) set on Annoy Sarah mode ( Read more... )

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No Catherine, Dennis and I do not want to go to the Renn Fair with you and Coleman.
My chair is in a puddle of water and I didn't realize it. Awesome.
I don't care if there is cheesecake on a stick or cheesecake in the fridge.
Father, must you try to get Heather to bitch at me? Don't tell her I said shit I didn't...
Family.
I hate family.

You know ( Read more... )

All I have to write about in my journals is how annoying my family is and how much I hate old people diseases and I feel like such a stereotypical bratty and whiney spoiled teenager ( Read more... )

So, since I have to go...
I feel so lame going to the Festival without my pretty Celtic cross. That, or I'd like the 40 bucks I spent on it in my pocket.
Or my fancy clauddah anklet that has been missing since I don't even remember.
Oh well.
Less to get broken in a drunken mosh.
But no alcyhol for Sarah! Oh, no no no!

I hate spiders.
My hair feels like horse hair.
I hate Misty.
Fucking cat.
I like Mexican food.
I hate acid reflux.
And RA.
And fibro.
I'm alone.
I like it.
But I'm lonely.
And hearing things.
And I'm delusional.
And hullucinating.
And I'm missing something.
But hi.
I'm Sarah.
I have issues.
And messed up hair.