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September 29, 2003
So deep it's meaningless
Keeping my tradition of getting far too excited about the tiniest observation, I am positively thrilled, thrilled I tell you, that the underside of my hair is almost the exact same shade as the upper part. You must understand, this typically is not so.
Also, I must remember to brush my hair throughout the day, as it leaves it nice and shiny, generally non-scraggly, and thus doesn't require me to always stash my hair in an inconspicuous bun-type ponytail. Good plan, good plan.
Sarae at 06:21 PM | Comments (0)
September 27, 2003
Crazy
Dear Cold;
I hate you. Please go away.
Love, Sara.
Dear DayQuil;
I love you! You make me LOOOPY! LOOOOPY! Gracious.
Love, Sara.
Dear Sara;
Stop ignoring company.
Love, Bitch.
September 26, 2003
Chapstick of doom
My horoscope, for today:
As usual, the bubble of confusion is clouding your reality and making it difficult for you to decide what to do next, Sara. Be careful that you don't tie your stomach into perpetual knots, due to the tension that your mental confusion is creating. Problems with indigestion are likely at this time because of your worries over what your next step in life should be. Relax and go with the flow. Things will work out fine.
To this I haven't much to say, as it confuses me far too greatly. (Ha, appropriate!)
However, I would like to pose the following question: what is the point of owning chapstick if you perpetually leave it at home? Why buy more chapstick, when you will just leave that at home, as well?
September 23, 2003
Oops
I realize lately that, while planted firmly in the land of no God, I have been referring to the universe as a power lately. (Much like this Sep 21 post.) Specifically in the terms of karma - and how I'm going to get so much bad karma biting my ass any moment now. Things have been good, yes - so I must have done something right, in the past.
But now I'm just tempting things with incessently snarky comments about others' writing and overwhelming pride in things I create. I'm getting cocky and used to having my drawings be held up as an example in class, or getting these little out of the blue compliments that fuckin' rock my socks. (Not that I wear socks, yet. It's not cold enough.)
And the bad karma has begun.
I do believe that I've managed to delete a full month and a half of posts, in the attempt to fix some missing posts. Let's hope not.
P.S. Yes. They're gone. Fuckfuck.
Sarae at 12:35 PM | Comments (0)
September 20, 2003
Schoolin'
Reading far too many of my archives , including the non-public ones of '01 and '02, has resulted in several conclusions:
- I'm damned cryptic. This pisses me off.
- I am beyond addicted to Dove products. I mention it constantly. (There may be a problem here.) I should get money. Hear that, Dove?
- Italics are so last year. So are color backgrounds and the word "sucker."
- I get funnier the older I get. Likewise, I'm too vain - it's not polite to find yourself this amusing at time. I will go to hell for this.
- Lists are fuckin' fun.
Sarae at 05:14 PM | Comments (0)
September 19, 2003
I think it’s great
I think it's some strange testament to my love of imperfections and/or crippling inability to be fully pleased with things I produce, but I often find myself more fond of the thumbnails on my photolog than the photographs themselves. At least in hindsight.That, or it's just my mood painting things pessimistically, when I should instead be painting figures in exciting and new manners. Or asleep.
Sarae at 12:10 PM | Comments (0)
September 16, 2003
Over-Analyzing
Whenever I read one of those studies which claim to filter your personality down, to pinpoint exactly what type of person you are based on something that seems so random and unlikely. Perhaps I'm a sucker for validation.The problem is that I can never decide which I am. In the case of this study, I don't know how I sleep. On my side at times, yes. Sometimes curled, sometimes not. On my back, or on my stomach. It depends nightly. In others, I can never pick just ONE color. Or ONE pattern. Or ONE answer.
I think this is proof that I'm a) highly indecisive b) annoyingly mutable.
Sarae at 11:51 AM | Comments (0)
September 15, 2003
Jingle-Jangle
For the past two days, Cher's "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves" has been intermittently stuck in my head.If you walk past me and I'm humming it, do not be alarm. Instead, please belt out a lyric to some other song I know. It will be greatly appreciated.
Sarae at 11:58 PM | Comments (0)
September 14, 2003
Woo
No, it wasn't that exciting at all. But please consider that my morning had so far consisted of waking up in an alarmingly chilly bedroom, a so-so warm shower followed by a low-pressure drenching, coupled with a bus that spirited me away too early for work. Dropping me, once again, into the ankle-soaking puddles that you forget about til it's too late.That said, the highlight of my day thus far has been walking across Library Mall holding a Chai in the rain and listening as the sweeping wind made a tiny little whistle on the sipping hole of the lid.
It's the little things, really.
Sarae at 11:35 AM | Comments (0)
September 13, 2003
Proof
Excerpts from my freshman year journal.8.31.00
"This is my delightful new journal."
11.12.00
"I have decided to be a journaler. I will write."
6.18.01
"Journaling is highly overrated."
Yes. That is the first line from each of the three entries. The only entries.
Sarae at 10:20 PM | Comments (0)
September 09, 2003
Nightmare
I never suspected the day was coming. My worst fears (or rather, one of them) have been realized.I've become a wearer of that least holy, the tennis shoe.
Not only that, but now once I remove the dreaded, dreaded apparati (with SOCKS! The insult!) from my darling feet, they yearn for that shape. It seem my feet, those damned rebels, do not rightly loathe the confines of the ugliest shoe ever, but instead delight in the concoction of fabric, rubber and laces. Instead, they revolt when placed back into the open, unrestricting glory of the sandal.
I am rationalizing that it is not that my feet adore these abominable things, but rather are merely embracing the covering which will keep them safe from sawdust and splinters, power hand tools and large, unwieldy blades (which could certainly result in toe-death.)
Because if my feet turn against me, what's next? These shoes truly are remarkable. Besides their amazing ability to look positively DREADFUL with capris, they also reek of an unintentional post-American Idol tie-in. On the tongues, quietly displayed is "850" which just smacks of Ruben Stoddard.
Sarae at 11:41 PM | Comments (0)
September 04, 2003
Cold Turkey
I've done the unthinkable. TV is, more or less, dead to me. Goodbye Big Brother, I'll learn of the pointless twists and turns through CBS and emails from my mother. Ciao, OC, we had a brief and fickle summer fling. Considering your plot, this is remarkably fitting. To my late night kings I send apologies; Conan, Jimmy and Craig, you'll always be dear.Sweet, sexy HBO, you know I will not leave you. I will turn to you on idle weekend afternoons, or exhasted weeknights, anxious for a brief escape.
And hot, addictive as hell 24? You are my mistress, the show I will fight tooth and nail to tape weekly, and demand utmost concentration from my tired little skull whenever I view it. Because you truly are crack, and my most favorite of them all. You have three hot (alebit a bit old) men in fairly substantial roles, and to this I say bravo! But why oh why do you not start until the end of October? Are you trying to drive me mad with desire?
Also, if it's wrong to want the CTU ringtone , I don't want to be right.
Sarae at 11:34 PM | Comments (0)
September 01, 2003
New
New month, new design, new year complete with a sparkling schedule, all rolled up in one action-packed week. Or rather, one action-packed two days. A two day extravaganza, if you will.Today saw hot dogs, family interrogations, naps, bittersweet phone calls and mildly anxious preparation. This year I am taking the proactive stance to state that this will, in fact, be the Best Year Ever. Look for exciting thrills and chills to come! Things like, gasp, football (which I have decided will be undefeated) and tentative, beyond exciting plans for Christmas break. Oh yes.
Sarae at 11:10 PM | Comments (0)
