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New journals are the new hot. Dec. 9th, 2005 @ 04:52 pm
I need a change.

School is hard and change is great.

New journal: socialretardx.

I was loathe to add the x at the end, like everyone and their mother is doing these days -- but "socialretard" was already taken.

Just think of my new username like Mutant X... except my super power is doing the robot in public and filling in awkward conversational moments with colourful stories about my cat.
feelin' : refreshedrefreshed
listening to : Sweet Ones / Sarah Slean

100 Things About Me, bitches. Dec. 6th, 2005 @ 10:17 pm
1. I am 22. Somedays I feel 100. Others I feel 12. Perhaps I should just start rounding off.

2. I love collecting journals that I hardly ever use.

3. Because of the internet, writing things out has become both hard and overly complicated. I need to learn shorthand. Or how to retain information a la Mr. Memory.

4. I love my cat. We spend a lot of time together. Someday it will be just me and him and the bourbon.

5. Boys are hard. Being single is ten times easier than any relationship.

6. I am afraid of strange things. Elk, for instance. And worms.

7. I tried Lavalife once. Our brief love affair ended because people are crazy.

8. I love Marianne Faithfull. And Janis Joplin. I wish I was one and I identify with the other.

9. Even though Marianne Faithfull had this whole junkie thing going. Whatever. Marianne Faithfull pre/post drugs.

10. I like to make new words out of pre-existing words. Like "asshattery", "social retard" and "cak".

11. I love hats. Hats do not love me.

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Dec. 3rd, 2005 @ 03:43 pm
Had the shoot today.

Wore fancy mittens. I get retardedly excited about winter wear, just go with it.

Everything went pretty awesomely. Will be dropping off equipment soon.

Woke up at 6:20 this morning.

Am pretty much ready for a nap three hours ago.

Viv and el are my cold weather heroes.

Thanks, bitches.
listening to : I HUNG MY HEAD, FUCKERS / JOHNNY CASH. DEAL WITH IT.

Songs that float my boat -- Dec. 1st, 2005 @ 06:08 pm
Lately I've been listening to --

Who's To Say - Vanessa Carlton
I Hung My Head - Johnny Cash
Fancy - Reba McEntire (Shut up.)
Eve, the Apple of My Eye - Bell x1
Fall Behind Me - The Donnas
O Sailor - Fiona Apple
Sound of Silence - Emiliana Torrini
Cellophane - Amanda Ghost
The Gentleman Who Fell - Milla Jovovich
Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin
Skinned - Blind Melon
When I Was A Young Girl - Feist

And listen to "I Hung My Head" AND TRY NOT TO CRY. TRY. I DARE YOU.

Dear Fucktards on the Road, Nov. 29th, 2005 @ 10:15 pm
How about you don't ride the ass of my car on slippery roads under snowy conditions? The sound of my tires squealing against the ice? And then me kind of skidding around the intersection? MAYBE NOT FOR FUN. This is not Stars on Ice, and I don't look good in leotard.

I hate to dust off an old chestnut, but this is not prison, my car is not that hot, so how about you don't ASS RAPE MY VEHICLE.

Also, to the guys who thought dressing in black in the middle of a snowstorm and running out in front of my car was superb idea, FUCK YOU ALL.

ARE YOU RETARDED? Seriously. Maybe you should just get back in front of my car because YOU DESERVE TO BE RUN DOWN.

STOP BEING RETARDED.

Lots of love,
Sarah
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» Bella

Bella
Originally uploaded by goodbyepisces.
I was going through some of my Nan's old pictures earlier tonight. The woman had a lot of pictures.

I don't know who everyone is -- I'm generally not as close with my mom's side of the family as much as I am with my dad's side.

When I was a kid, my Grandma used to sit me at her big wooden kitchen table and go through books of photos with me, telling me tales of drama and love -- forbidden marriage between a Lady and the Coachman, an ancestor who travelled with Florence Nightingale but was sent home in disgrace after getting pregnant, the young Sovereign girl who was the last victim in an "Angel of Death" case, and Jonathan Sovereign, who murdered almost his entire family with an axe.

I'm sure there was some family drama on my mom's side, but you really can't tell via the pictures.

Bella was my great grandmother and I was named after her. She looks a little stiff and harsh in this picture, but come on. Get a few vodka into this woman and I'm sure she'd rock your world.

» Elvis is my bitch.
Yeah... midnight snack. I think I might just throw up.

I've been super busy. School, school and school. Off around December the 16th, though. Score. I am going to get really, really drunk and wear party hats and dance to Men Without Hats like nobody's business. Usher in the season of giving with some carols and eggnog over at the community hall. COUNTDOWN THE DAYS UNTIL MELLERS COMES HOME FOR CHRISTMAS, SO THAT I CAN MEET HER AT THE AIRPORT AND FINALLY GO GET MY EYEBROWS WAXED BECAUSE GOING BACK TO HER SALON WHEN SHE ISN'T THERE MAKES ME CRY.

Seriously. I made an appointment at her old salon a little while ago, because I thought "Enough is enough, I look like a crazed old professor who might trade sexual favours for mildly upgraded term papers, time to get the ol' eyebrows waxed." But when the time came to go to my appointment, I sat in the parking lot and CRIED. I may just be retarded. THEY ARE OUT OF CONTROL.

Some songs I'm diggin' right this very minute:

The Gentlemen Who Fell - Milla Jovovich
Mend - Jann Arden
Anything from the Home Alone Christmas soundtrack. Deal with it.
Also, Dolly Parton and Kenny Roger's Christmas Album. Hotter by the minute.
Hurt - Johnny Cash
Foolish Heart - Steve Perry!!!!!!!!!!!1111one
Coffee Stain - Sarah Harmer
When I Was A Young Girl - Feist
Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley. That's right.

When I was a kid I used to roller blade around my backyard with a ghetto blaster, and the ghetto blaster played nothing but Elvis Presley's Greatest Hits on tape.

There are three things wrong with the above sentence:

1) Do people even say ghetto blaster anymore? Did I live in a ghetto? Why ghetto blaster? Are they just called stereo's now? All this newfangled language all the teenage hoodlums use. I am overwhelmed.

2) Roller blading. Possibly in spandex. Probably in spandex. Okay. Full on spandex unitard in a sassy print of neon pinks, greens and oranges. The only pictures I have of me wearing it, I'm sitting with my legs open -- always a lady -- and you can actually see my -- well. Nevermind. THAT'S ONE OF THE REASONS IT'S NOT ON THE INTERNET.

3) I have no idea why I didn't get the utter shite kicked out of me back in elementary school. I WOULD INVITE PEOPLE OVER WITH THE PROMISE OF, "Hey, you want to come back to my house? I have some roller blades and ELVIS PRESLEY ON MY GHETTO BLASTER. WE CAN ROCK UNTIL WE DROP, and THEN WE CAN PRACTICE ALL THE CHOREOGRAPHY FROM REBA MCINTYRE'S "TAKE IT BACK" THAT I'VE MEMORIZED BECAUSE I WATCH NOTHING BUT COUNTRY MUSIC TELEVISION ALL DAY LONG."
» Sex Education for Special People
Most hilariously disturbing video ever.

Freakiest thing ever when the woman talking about vaginas sounds like Lady Elaine Fairchilde from Mr. Roger's Neighbourhood.
» Chuck Norris Rules
Forward from dmacgills. Everyone loves Chuck Norris. Even if you say you don't, even if you'd rather slit your wrists than watch "Walker: Texas Ranger" again, deep inside ... deep inside you don't really mean that.

>When Chuck Norris's wife burned the turkey one Thanksgiving, Chuck said, 'Don't worry about it honey,' and went into his backyard. He came back five minutes later with a live turkey, ate it whole, and when he threw it up a few seconds later it was fully cooked and came with cranberry sauce. When his wife asked him how he had done it, he gave her a roundhouse kick to the face and said, 'Never question Chuck Norris.'Collapse )
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