It's raining

Logan's shindig made my week, quite possibly my month. :-D

As of now, I'm planning on having my film fest the last weekend of June but depending on if I get my DVD back by then, this could change. Until then, on Monday at 7pm at Pollack Tempe Cinemas I'm going to see Vodka Lemon. It's in Armenian, Russian and Kurdish; I have no idea what it's about. It's $7 and I'd love company :) ...comment or IM me if you're interested!!

I'm thinking of having a foreign film fest at my place sometime this summer. Comment if you're interested in coming. I have Life is Beautiful and I'll be renting some, so if you have any suggestions, suggest away :)

the computer is "fixed" but it's not letting me access my e-mail account or aim. I miss talking to you guys until odd hours of the night complaining about school work...and stuff ;)
I want this week to be over...PROM...excitement! haha, my cell phone was in my carpool's car...
I think I'm going to finish off what's left of my birthday cake :)

We saw Sin City for Julianne's birthday, I liked it very much. They refered to women as dames, and since David started calling us dames I've had "There is nothing like a dame" from South Pacific stuck in my head...I'm gonna go watch that...now... :)

Your dating personality profile: Practical - You are a down-to-earth individual who is not impressed with material excess. You care about the stuff of like that really matters. Big-Hearted - You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love. Conservative - You take a conservative stance on most issues and aren't shy about saying so. Your political views are an important component of who you are.

Your date match profile: Religious - You seek someone who is grounded in faith and who possesses religious values. You believe that a religious person can enhance your life. Conservative - Forget liberals, you need a conservative match. Political discussions interest you, and a conservative will offer the viewpoint you need. Traditional - You need someone who is a bit old-fashioned. A person with traditional values and beliefs will perfectly compliment your lifestyle.

Your Top Ten Traits 1. Practical 2. Big-Hearted 3. Conservative 4. Religious 5. Intellectual 6. Traditional 7. Outgoing 8. Adventurous 9. Wealthy/Ambitious 10. Athletic

Your Top Ten Match Traits 1. Religious 2. Conservative 3. Traditional 4. Practical 5. Shy 6. Intellectual 7. Big-Hearted 8. Funny 9. Athletic 10. Romantic

Take the Online Dating Personality Quiz at Dating Diversions

Camelot was fantastic! Everyone who was involved deserves much praising and anyone who hasn't seen it must go see it on Saturday. I command you all! Mahahahahahaa! But really, it was wonderful.

I have chocolate frosting...darn, past tense..had chocolate frosting. :-( Double darn, I missed my soap opera...oh man I sound old.

Oh, I love this song...

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...

Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own


I'd honestly die without music...you're like "U2...gee" haha because all of you say "gee"...I need to get out more...any takers?

I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again
And pass your door
But you don't live there anymore
It's years since you've been there
Now you've disappeared somewhere
Like outer space
You've found some better place
And I miss you-
Like the deserts miss the rain
Could you be dead ?
You always were
Two steps ahead of everyone
We'd walk behind
While you would run
I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you
Shout down to me
Where I always used to be
And I miss you-
Like the deserts miss the rain
Back on the train
I ask
Why did I come again ?
Can I confess
I've been hanging'round
Your old address ?
And the years have proved
To offer nothing
Since you moved
You're long gone
But I can't move on
And I miss you-
Like the deserts miss the rain


sad songs make me cry, but they don't make me sad...and I love it

Stolen from Fred...

[01] Reply with your name and I will write something about you.

[02] I will then tell you what song/BAND reminds me of you.

[03] Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.

[04] Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.

[05] Put this in your journal.


I colored Easter eggs today. Fuzzy bunny stickers were included in the coloring package that we bought...they make me smile. :)

David took me to Urban Outfitters last night because he was somewhat outraged that I'd never been there. I finally found Life is Beautiful on DVD! You have no idea how happy this makes me; I've been looking for it for forever and a day. Well, maybe not quite that long...but who's counting?

Comment if you want to do something over the break with me!

I threw a water bottle at Julianne's face today, then I fell off the chair. It was wonderful (...and magical...). I don't feel like doing my french culture. I really don't understand that class anymore, it's quite sad. But then again, I don't try...that could be it. I love my art class, it makes me very happy. I have a current fascination with arrows; with my current project I have arrows going in different directions. To me it represents confusion and frustration...and quite possibly estrogen. Haha, I should title it "Estrogen."

I was all excited that I was getting out of chemistry for a counselor appointment, but she left for a doctor appointment. My counselor stood me up.

My computer is working, not very well, but it's a start. I was on AIM last night! I can't access it today...the hatred is mutual.

We rented Twisted and Girl with a Pearl Earing. The latter was the better of the two, but eh.

Hey, if you want free lemons I have a whole tree full...and a garbage can full...we need homes for the lemons...can you provide a good home for them? It makes me sad when I have to throw away the moldy lemons, they need more love than I can give them. Wow, please take them away before I grow emotionally attached.

I messed up the computer again, so no more posts or aim until it's fixed...so I'm thinking at least a month, probably more...I'm updating at school...I feel like a nerd...well, more so than usual.

Lunch today was fabulously wonderful. I love my friends so, so very much.

I feel like I should have something profound to say...but I don't...obviously.

The confirmation retreat was last weekend. We went up to Tonto Rim, I had so much fun...I'd say more about that, but I'm kind of spacey today...so maybe next time.

Our strobe lights came in yesterday! It was like Christmas. We've got 18 mini strobes, it's going to be seizure-enducing. You should all come and see it, and you shall marvel at the lights for they will be marvelous. I did some wiring yesterday...but I'm sure you don't care about that. :)

I felt like such a rebel last week...I went out for icecream on a school night...with a boy!

Your Icecream Flavour is... French Vanilla!

You're a smooth and silky suave type! You exude class and you believe in tradition. A classical taste who doesn't like things to be too flashy or showy. Climb the Eiffel tower of taste with a spoonfull of you! Oui Oui!

What is your Icecream Flavour?

Find out at Go Quiz

my phone was making funny sounds today, I think it's mad at me for going over my limit...I hope the bill isn't too ugly...

my friends threw money at me during lunch today. ali got a quarter in my shorts.

my valentine's day candy is almost gone, it makes me sad. my mom went to cvs and bought "the good candy" aka russel stover, because it was on sale. not that any of you care about what kind of candy we buy...

I think I'm gonna end up going to nau instead of somewhere out east. it's much less expensive than out of state colleges, it's far enough away from home that it doesn't feel like arizona, and flagstaff reminds me of connecticut. also, my uncle will pay for my books if I stay in state and that is a very wonderful thing. we're going to spend the weekend up there for the open house on monday...I'm excited.

Little child,
search for your soulmate.
When you fall and scrape your knee,
you can cry
but it won't ease your pain.
I can't protect you,
but I can love you.
Will that be enough,
Little child?

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go ahead, dazzle me.
take me somewhere dark
where we can make the stars our own;
we can paint the moon.

show me your soul.
I can't promise that I won't get scared,
but I won't cringe or run and hide;
I'll never run away.

if you want my heart
it's yours for the taking,
yours for the breaking.


isn't it funny how we write these verses on love, pain, sorrow, heartache when we should be perfectly fine. in a sense we are perfectly fine, but that's just it: we don't want to be perfectly fine. we want more or less, because nothing is ever good enough. then we think "why can't we settle for good enough?" but if we settled for good enough, we wouldn't want to strive for anything. isn't it funny...

I did some research, and Elizabeth Bathory aka the Blood Countess tortured girls and bathed in their blood because she was convinced that their blood would make her more beautiful. Pretty trippy stuff...I want to read a book on her now...just to creep myself out. Virgin has this fat book about Jack the Ripper that I've been wanting to buy for a while...it's so fascinating.

it rained today.

it was quite happy.

you all much come and see the fourth wall! i'm the window. the show is free; it's in the west pod at 7 on thursday and friday. you must come because it is fabulously wonderful! we're competing at some school in apache junction next saturday, wish us luck!

my hands smell like burrito.

i want to dance...with someone. dance with me?

today feels like it should be thursday...i wish it were thursday.

my hands don't smell like burrito anymore because i killed 99.99% of the germs with purell hand sanitizer. mmmm, they smell like rubbing alcohol...*continues to sniff hands*

i want someone to:
talk to
laugh with
dance with
smile about
watch the sun rise and set with
watch movies with
watch soap operas with
eat messy food with
walk to the park with
drink coffee with
hug
write a letter to
sketch
read the paper with
ponder the concept of love with
have deep philosophical conversations at 2am with
share everything with

post if you want to be one of my someones...maybe you already are ;)


damnit, my hands smell like burrito again...kills 99.99% of germs my foot, i'm sure there's more than .01% of stinky burrito germ left...i can smell it

inspiration comes and fills the room...bringing you poetry!


we trust
we love
we lie
we hurt
we scream
we cry
we hide

we become someone else

the gentle flow becomes a raging river
sweeping us away
drowning us in its cleansing waters

gaining a new consciousness
we are made new
as we emerge
from the whirlpool
dry


here's another one...untitled as well...

Oh sweet wind
Carry me away
Far from the days
Far from the nights
Close to the one I love

Bring me something new.
Something I can love.

Bring me someone new.
Someone I can love.

I will share my happiness with you,
only if you ask.
The sun rises and falls with beauty;
I dare you to mimic its every move.

It usually starts to feel like Christmas when the department stores break out the trees and ornaments, but lately nothing's had an effect on me. It doesn't feel like Christmas; it feels more like a birthday. Obviously it's the most celebrated birthday ever...but that's not my point. My point is that I've been doubting things that I used to never question. Things that just were because, period. Christmas hasn't felt the same since I was little, and not in the sense where presents gave me the warm fuzzies. Christmas used to feel different; not good different and not bad different. I feel like the world around me is moving, but I'm staying stuck. I feel like there's something I'm supposed to understand before I can move to the next square on the gameboard...but I don't know how to pick up the question card.

Does anyone know why we put up Christmas trees? It seems so random...and I can't research it because the internet keeps crashing...

Merry Christmas!

Round and round the mulburry bush the monkey chased the weasel, the monkey thought t'was all in fun...POP goes the weasel!

I think the monkey got the poor weasel so frazzled that the weasel POPed in spontanious combustion...hehe...FIRE

I get to go shopping with my papa today...yay. Honestly, it takes him two hours to get all of his Christmas shopping done and it takes Mom and me two weeks.

The moon has been kind of freaky lately. I can see it through my window at night and it seems so bright to the point where it hurts my eyes...it's awesome. La lune est belle.

Food calls me...so does Mommy...I feel popular.

where'd you wanna go to
with nothing beside you
but webbing and curfews and rain?
and everything that hurts you
is locked up inside you
like butterflies with wings
and other perfect things

we go swimming in the sunshine
dangling from clotheslines
separate and fall into me
and did you ever see me
me absolutely?
me, but all you, but still me?

butterfly in reverse::counting crows


through the years I've grown to love you
though your commitment to most would offend
but I stuck by you holding on with my foolish pride
waiting for you to give in

you never really tried, or so it seems
I've had more than myself to blame
I've had enough of trying everything
and this time it is the end

in the terms of endearment
in the terms of the life that you love
in the terms of the years that pass you by
in the terms of the reasons why

there's no more coming back this way
the path is overgrown and strewn with thorns
they've torn the life blood from your naked eyes
cast aside to be forlorn

the path of thorns (terms)::sarah mclachlan