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new life. new journal.???

please. feed me with your back. ;)

I know it's literally been like a month since I last updated but things have been extremely busy what with this temporary apartment being internet deprived and I have to walk a mile to get onto google! It has been a blooming nightmare!

But enough of that I'll talk about school. It was a lot less painful than I had imagined and was even a little fun. My classes were hella cool and the teachers happened to be really nice. My math teacher was on the telly yesterday night and I was like, collapsing with laughter becaused he looked so different on the screen. Why he didn't mention his algebra class I don't know but I'll have a word with him later.

I'm currently babysitting the cutest kids on this planet. I have an american BFFLWGSAASTA. I've no idea what it means but whatever sounds more ridiculous. Ooh this is gross. My parents have got to stop sharing lame knock knock jokes. Shoot. Got to go, my dad wants a go on the internet on this Blackberry. <3

oh my oh my oh my.. it's only TWO days, until I move.  excited. so very excited. i've been listening to a lot of Tegan and Sara as usual, and realized noone else i know knows them so go listen NOWHHH BETCHHH. so yeah, i am PROPER buzzed today. :] 1. because i made best friends with more toddlers who adore me for providing them with chocolates and nail polish! 2. i am watching the dark knight with rory tomorrow and then we're walking on the beach and swimming out to the rocks in our clothes where all the seagulls live. <3 i am plenty happy just now and cannot wait until i move, get my legs tanned, learn to play the harmonica, and make a friend on the plane. august '08 sounds a lot of fun. <33

i took like a BILLION photos for you so


its a lotta pictures i know. :] and they're all so pretty lookin! i took'em with the good camera :] not much editing, except for spots and annoying freckles on arms. ;] LOVE YOU. :]




......
an entire week later...
currently waiting for the stupid at&t box so i cna get the bloody internet here in Houston.
Currently in the office of my dad's, just back from a mock trial with a bunch of what Clare would call 
"American Children", and I built a bridge that held TWO soda cans!
Yes, am on the internet on my dad's computer(s) where he supposedly looks up Chris Crocker on Youtube.
So yeah, this would prolly be the last post until we finally get internet so watch this space, mmm?
I'm missing Aberdeen. Scotland weather is just a little (alot) more different than Houston weather.
The humidity, the heat, the sun, oh and guess what? 
WE FOUND A HOUSE. <3

speak to you in a couple weeks. <3
 

oh my oh my oh my.. it's only TWO days, until I move.  excited. so very excited. i've been listening to a lot of Tegan and Sara as usual, and realized noone else i know knows them so go listen NOWHHH BETCHHH. so yeah, i am PROPER buzzed today. :] 1. because i made best friends with more toddlers who adore me for providing them with chocolates and nail polish! 2. i am watching the dark knight with rory tomorrow and then we're walking on the beach and swimming out to the rocks in our clothes where all the seagulls live. <3 i am plenty happy just now and cannot wait until i move, get my legs tanned, learn to play the harmonica, and make a friend on the plane. august '08 sounds a lot of fun. <33

i took like a BILLION photos for you so
its a lotta pictures i know. :] and they're all so pretty lookin! i took'em with the good camera :] not much editing, except for spots and annoying freckles on arms. ;] LOVE YOU. :]

currently v. v. busy. today was fun!
http://www.bebo.com/dyeknowsoar
feel free to lurk. <3 most of the pictures are there anyway.

i decided one word was not enough to describe this day so BEHOLD, i have procured one list! :) bon appetite.
1. i bought a pin, a paisley thing, and a cheap sweater.
2. i smell of benefit perfume.
3. i ate junk foods today which included 'churros', little dutch pancakes, a blueberry muffin and a mcdonalds happy meal (s).
3. my nails are blue.
5. i bet you didn't realize i put 3 down twice.
6. i have gladiator shoes.
7. i found my old ipod nano... in my wellies.
8. i miss my frendzs.

i love you dudes.

www.theblackforge.net/alterego
there's something a little eerie in that this game is ttly boss,
and i am completely WELL obsessed with it, baby. :)
went to the international market today, had tiny little dutch pancakes, a box of olives (marinated in stuff), garlic potatoes and cheese samples with emma and rachel. saw helen, eilidh, siouxsie, and julia outside the fairtrade shop.
legs feel like lead, feet covered in blisters. ran 3 miles yesterday and may have had a little daydream. <3

And I wanna play hide and seek, give you my clothes, tell you I love your shoes, sit on the steps when you take a bath, and massage your neck, and kiss your face, and hold your hand and go for a walk. Not mind when you eat my food, and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day. Talk about your day and laugh at your paranoia. Give you tapes you don't listen to, watch great films... watch terrible films. And tell you about the TV program I saw the night before, and not laugh at your jokes. Want you in the morning, but let you sleep for awhile. Tell you how much I love your eyes, your lips, your neck. Sit on the steps smoking 'til your neighbors come home. Sit on the steps smoking 'til you come home. And worry when you're late, and be amazed when you're early. I'd give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance. Be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me. Look at your photo's and wish I'd known you forever. Hear your voice in my ear, feel your skin on my skin. And get scared when you're angry. I tell you you're gorgeous. And hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you're hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you, and whimper when I'm not. Smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't. Melt when you smile, dissolve when you laugh. But not understand how you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you. And wonder who you are. But I accept you anyway. And tell you about the tree angel and enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you. I'd buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it but I always have from the first time I asked you. I wander the city thinking, but I'm empty without you, but I want what you want and think I'm losing myself.
But I'll tell you the worst me and try and give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less. Answer your questions when I'd rather not. And tell you the truth when I really don't want to. And try to be honest because I knew you prefer it. And think it's all over but hang on for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life, forget who I am. And let me try and get closer you.

... And somehow communicate some of the over-whelming, undying, overpowering, unconditional, all-encompassing, heart-enriching, mind-expanding, ongoing, never-ending love I have for you. 

anyone know where i cna grab a manuscript of this play? <3

i found something in my old diary from yonks ago
that charms me. :]

lets go for spontaneousity. first we'll grab a sundae from one of our favourite malt shops, you'll order the soup of day and i'll order a cheeseburger, and we'll swap meals because you know how much i adore minestrone. maybe today you'll wrap you arms around my waist and bring me in so our noses touch and our eyes meet. while you're at it, you'll sing me purple rain by prince just so i can laugh at your 'prince' face which includes your girly little smile that really makes me giggle. i'll see you on webcam during the summer, we'll play our guitars together doing some beatles song and you'll absolutely shred your guitar imitating tom morello, and when nighttime comes and you persuade me to come online, here's hoping you serenade me please with a song you wrote yourself, you'll state that it isn't perfect but anything you write will be perfect enough for me. maybe during these long, hazy days of summer we'll go riding bikes together so we don't change your tires every five seconds because you car is prone to flats or empty out your entire wallet for gas in your car. we'll sing the sound of music soundtrack and i'll race you to the pier, and we'll also make out under that apple tree surrounded by those pretty flowers some sweet old lady planted herself, bike helmets on our heads to prevent the fruit doing isaac newtons on us. tulips and two lips. maybe when we get round to the couple last days of summer, while the cherry blossoms start to blossom and the gold and brown are standing out, maybe we can get into some big adventure with music guiding the way and iggy & the stooge's album as our soundtrack. <3

apparently i love it. i wish i could write again.

so yesteryesterday i was gallivanting around union terrace gardens with the tramps that are jessica and freya and paraded around the shops holding up a 'free hugs' sign only to be dissapointed by hug-deprived people who unfortunately didn't care for a hug, not even a free one! so we were dissapointed and were slightly pissed when a group of 'stoners' thought that we thought that we were talking about them which we weren't. freya went slightly mad so we left them to their crackhead habits and cigarette smoke. :] we finally decided to settle in union terrace gardens and stare, drool and talk about the hot people there and bitch about complete whores that i'm pretty sure i wont miss when i move. we videorecorded us acting a little high (freya was on viagra) and took numerous pictures, one that jess even commented, should be a deisel advert. very very chuffed thank you. so for the rest of the day we snacked on reeses, hershey goodies and a weird german chocolate bar that we never actually tasted. but right now you're probably wondering "where the hell are the pictures sarah?"

 a quicky to tell you tomorrow shall not be a quicky.

i've 8 minutes so I might as well tell you:
i didn't receive any hugs today. :(

no no that is a strawberry, lily. <3

So yeah, i know I wanted myself to do a WHORE-SLUT shoot but I just couldn't bring myself to be obscene just for the relief of scratching it off the list so I thought, a close-up of my mouth, a pout and maybe some big sunglasses would suffice. Maybe next time I should really make things more specific but I don't think PORN would be any good either. Actually no, I'd rather not eb a porn star thank you. HA.So what ahs been happening? Well Rory came over and we climbed trees and watched clouds for most of an afternoon in my back garden (yep, the smoke and chav filled one) but we found a small secluded forest with a heap of trees that looked lovely. Then we might've gone to Co-Op and bought some tastey chocolate and we shared my headphones, and rocked to Iggy & The Stooges, Wall of Voodoo and Jans Lenkman and I might have hugged him for ten minutes for no reason at all. We went to Union Terrace Gardens (because we always do) and ate fruit salads, sandwiches and a big bottle of Dr Pepper that we shared. :] It was fantastic fun. But you don't wanna hear what happened for the other 3 days so I'll just move on to what's happening just now, innit?

I just realized how EASY that show Don't Forget The Lyrics, know what I mean? All you need to remember is a couple words from a song while you sing the rest of it. And like, if you forget the words right? Well next time you come on, hack into the shows computer system and store all the songs on it and study it overnight and you'll be a cinch to win. Well, if your not planning to cheat either, then don't go asking me for advice plz plz plz thnkzz. :] Because knowing me, I would prolly seduce Shane Richie and get him to tell me everything. No wait, Shane Richies ugly... I think I'll pass. 

am living on carbonated caffeinated drinks and chinese takeout, i swear if i have another aromatic duck pancake, cheung fun or veggie spring roll i will SCREAM. ahh ooh PUSH IT. *sings

aruba... jamaica
ooh I wanna take you
to bermuda 
bahama
come on pretty mama,
key largo
montigo
baby why don't we go,
DOWN TO KOKOMO. 

innit. *snuggles each and everyone of the beach boys*
and to finish off an inspiring quote from a close friend:
"it isn't possible to have a boner if you are a girl,
unless of course your sarah or a transexual."
my friends are lovely. *cute face*
 

I remember the first time
you named me “Good morning.”
I remember the first time
you named me “Good morning.”

And how, the night before,
you considered my ceiling,
where the passing cars outside
the passing cars outside
the passing cars outside
cast their shadows and liquid lights
through the slats of my blinds.

You said: “Hey Romeo--
your CD player is skipping again...
but your ceiling’s like fireworks for poor folks!”
And I liked that.

I like the tall pauses you take
when you tell your nephews knock-knock jokes.
And I like your theory
that men and women’s shirts button on opposite sides
so that couples can get dressed facing each other
after making love.

You seem to season your seasons,
your days, your time
with rhyme, not reason,
I’ve seen you. Daily. Nightly.
I’ve watched you housebreak a puppy
just by asking politely.

And your remedy for insomnia?
Is to pile every pillow and blanket into the tub
and you nap there like you’re taking
a patchwork bath,
and I said once: “Oh--I wish I had a PICTURE!”
and you said: “Oh--I wish you and I had HOT SEX,
YOU gave ME a PEDICURE,
and then ELVES showed up at our doorstep,
with a PIZZA, to tell us JESUS just built a TREEHOUSE
in the backyard, and he’d like to meet us both,
so HOP IN HOTSHOT!”

You’re weird,
with a capital “WE.”
And I’m grateful, I marvel,
you’ve helped me hammer
some of my worst manners into manhood,
but I still admit--I like the way your shorts fit,
and how, overall, you’d call me “smart,”
even though sometimes
I do really stupid shit.

And I like how you giggle with your lips closed
like you’ve got a secret little moon in your mouth.

But I’m not insisting you’re some kind of goddess,
(I know you’re suspicious of unspecific love poems).
You’re more like a sunflower,
growing in the courtyard of an old folks home--
you mean things to people on a daily basis,
and this petty poem won’t explain
just how “my favorite” your face is,
(but I wish I’d been your bathroom mirror
the day they took off your braces).

You’re so pretty.

You’re like a vivid video game
and I’m the idiot kid
just trying to get to your next level--
I like your right-shoulder angel,
Hell, I like your left-shoulder devil.
I admire the lively deeds you do.
So if you come through a doorway again,
in a thrift store poncho,
or a drop-dead evening gown,
twirling and asking:
“Well, whaddya think?”
I’m gonna tell you:

“Shit howdy, Sunshine,
sit your fine self down!
If you’re looking for a compliment--

I think you’ve come
to the right place.”
And how, the night before,
you considered my ceiling,
where the passing cars outside
the passing cars outside
the passing cars outside
cast their shadows and liquid lights
through the slats of my blinds.

You said: “Hey Romeo--
your CD player is skipping again...
but your ceiling’s like fireworks for poor folks!”
And I liked that.

I like the tall pauses you take
when you tell your nephews knock-knock jokes.
And I like your theory
that men and women’s shirts button on opposite sides
so that couples can get dressed facing each other
after making love.

You seem to season your seasons,
your days, your time
with rhyme, not reason,
I’ve seen you. Daily. Nightly.
I’ve watched you housebreak a puppy
just by asking politely.

And your remedy for insomnia?
Is to pile every pillow and blanket into the tub
and you nap there like you’re taking
a patchwork bath,
and I said once: “Oh--I wish I had a PICTURE!”
and you said: “Oh--I wish you and I had HOT SEX,
YOU gave ME a PEDICURE,
and then ELVES showed up at our doorstep,
with a PIZZA, to tell us JESUS just built a TREEHOUSE
in the backyard, and he’d like to meet us both,
so HOP IN HOTSHOT!”

You’re weird,
with a capital “WE.”
And I’m grateful, I marvel,
you’ve helped me hammer
some of my worst manners into manhood,
but I still admit--I like the way your shorts fit,
and how, overall, you’d call me “smart,”
even though sometimes
I do really stupid shit.

And I like how you giggle with your lips closed
like you’ve got a secret little moon in your mouth.

But I’m not insisting you’re some kind of goddess,
(I know you’re suspicious of unspecific love poems).
You’re more like a sunflower,
growing in the courtyard of an old folks home--
you mean things to people on a daily basis,
and this petty poem won’t explain
just how “my favorite” your face is,
(but I wish I’d been your bathroom mirror
the day they took off your braces).

You’re so pretty.

You’re like a vivid video game
and I’m the idiot kid
just trying to get to your next level--
I like your right-shoulder angel,
Hell, I like your left-shoulder devil.
I admire the lively deeds you do.
So if you come through a doorway again,
in a thrift store poncho,
or a drop-dead evening gown,
twirling and asking:
“Well, whaddya think?”
I’m gonna tell you:

“Shit howdy, Sunshine,
sit your fine self down!
If you’re looking for a compliment--

I think you’ve come
to the right place.”

- Rives 

well the week has been WAY WAY hectic and my camera was low on battery so I was camera deprived for a pretty long time which was rather depressing as I really wanted to just have one big photoshoot and post up all the pictures, get my head out of this ongoing rut that I'm in. My summer has been ruined my sunless Scotland and returing accents and i'm getting distressed by the fact that after 5 years i still can't spell aluminum and color like a british person but it doesn't really matter anymore since we're moving.
when we still had the house i could at least go out in the garden and cloud watch for an afternoon but now there's chavs smoking outside in the kids playhouse outside and i can't even lie down on the grass for fear of catching some rare disease. :/ no, not nice. and my brother thinks we're ging to brazil soon. HA. you wish.

i think i'm weird. i'm getting a tad bit obssessed with maths formulae, the sims and crap jokes. please... get me out of this flat. <3

so i've decided to scar the 'SUMMER' checklist alltogether. Its more now of a 'LIFE' checklist but then again, most checklists/to dos are.. :] and i've added a summer reading list as well, only the books that i'm reading are all going to be pretty random. i've read two so far but hey, you can't rush literature, unless of course it's crap and you absolutely have to. <3

oh, i've also been forced rather brutally to watch this by my parents.
char-MING. :/

i promies i'll post a huge one tomorrow. <3