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[Friday
August 10th, 2007
7:45pm] |
My God. I'm glad I didn't just accidentally post my social security number for the entire live journal world to see.
Fricking hell I'm smart sometimes.
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[Wednesday
July 4th, 2007
3:53am] |
Songs to Burn to CD for Grad Party:
-Panic!
-Emergency
-Whoa
-Dumb Girls
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[Tuesday
May 1st, 2007
5:53pm] |
Your Name: Sarah
Famous Music artist/group: Sister Hazel
3 letter word: Spa
Street name: Salina
Color: Sky blue
Gifts/present: Spoons
Vehicle: Ssssss....uhm....Ssssbuick!
Movie: Sweet Home Alabama
Country: Spain
Boy Name: Samuel
Girl Name: Samantha
Alcoholic drink: Screw Driver
Occupation: Singer
Flower: Sweetpea (hah)
Celebrity: Sean Paul
Something found in a kitchen: Spork!
Reason for Being Late: Sleeping late
Something Scary: Serial killers
A Feeling: Sorrow
Animal: Snake
Something you shout: Sweet!
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[Thursday
January 4th, 2007
6:12pm] |
Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band::
BAND:: Ani DiFranco
Are you male or female:: Joyful Girl
Describe yourself:: Distracted
How do some people feel about you:: Minerva
How do you feel about yourself:: Shrug
Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend:: Oh My My
Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend:: Superhero
Describe where you want to be:: Sunday Morning
Describe what you want to be:: Shameless
Describe how you live:: Imperfectly
Describe how you love:: Out of Range
Share a few words of wisdom:: What if No Ones Watching?
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[Monday
December 11th, 2006
8:24pm] |
( Jesus, I'm boredCollapse )
P.S.
I can walk in three weeks.
I can half walk now.
I got into Caz! (too bad I don't wanna go, but still, yay!)
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| Oooooh Myyyyyyyyy Goddddddddddddd |
[Friday
December 8th, 2006
7:22pm] |
Dear Sarah:
Based on the recommendation of the Long Island University/C.W. Post Campus Admissions Committee, it is my distinct pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted into the freshmen class for the fall of 2007 semester.
I'm GOING TO COLLEGE!!!!!eleven!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!11!
P.S.
I stole this from  dismaldamsel who stole it from glitterhips:
Today, Bristol-Myers Squibb, the pharmaceutical monolith that charges nearly $1,000 for a 30 day supply of one of its HIV/AIDS medications, is donating $1 to the National AIDS Fund for each person who simply visits their website and "virtually lights a candle."
Please, please take a minute to "light a candle":
www.lighttounite.com
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[Friday
July 28th, 2006
2:04am] |
Who has plans March 30th, 2007?
Mmmm yeah, that'd be me. Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet.
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[Monday
July 10th, 2006
2:15am] |
Hmmmmm. So my room is haunted :)
Around midnight I think, I started hearing this radio-ish noise. I heard it, and got a little freaked out. So I wanted, but nothing happened. So I got distracted by my computer again, and a few minutes later I heard the noise. So I turn off my sound, just to make sure it's not part of the song. And I heard it again. It sounded like someone tuning a radio, and every 20 or so seconds for like 3 minutes it happened. So I got thoroughly terrified and left my room. And about 20 minutes, I heard this toy axe I have make noise. I got a little more scared. And then it did it again. And again. And again. And then constantly for about 10 seconds.
I came into my room, and with the (real) sword my brother gave me, I poked the toy axe (hoping that the censor had just been hitting something since I had moved it this morning) and it stopped. It has been about 30 minutes since it made a noise, so I think the...whatever that was haunting my room is gone. But wow, scary much?
I just find it odd that I was in my room for 2 hours and the axe didn't make any noise, but as soon as that radio thing happened, it flipped out.
I keep looking around. I'm terrified to sleep.
I need to watch less scary movies. I have to be up in like 9 hours. oy vey.
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[Monday
December 26th, 2005
12:11pm] |
Well it's vacation, and that obviously means that I have to be sick. I've felt it comming on for a while but I was in denial. It's not that bad. I'm just annoyed that I can't be healthy.
Going over to Dave's tonight with some people. We were supposed to play in the snow and then go inside and warm up by the fire, but since the rain kind of got rid of almost all the snow (which I'm QUITE pleased about) I'm not sure what the plan is. I may just sleep instead. I'll figure it out around 5.
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[Sunday
December 11th, 2005
6:39pm] |
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I've always wanted a friends only journal :)
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[Saturday
December 10th, 2005
6:46pm] |
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So this thing is like crack. Where I really don't wanna give it up, but I just don't give a damn enough to post. Okay so I have no idea quite how that is like crack. But it is. Because I said so. I'm really lazy too, so for info about how semi went, go here. haha. And for pictures, look at Everyones myspace. Because I'm too lazy to put them on photobucket and then put them here
This week was overall okay. Wayyy too long though. Seriously the week needed to end on like tuesday. Monday even.
Since I don't remember the rest of the week, we'll go with today:
Bio: Umm. reviewed the first period then took the test the second period. I did better than previously expected. But nothing over an 85. I need to buckle down and actually TRY in that class. it might help
Spanish: oh lord I hate her. HATE HER. bsr;ktjgb;sdktbjsk;bjt;kjb. IM NOT 6 YEARS OLD AND I CAN READ A PASSAGE IN SPANISH ON MY OWN. oh my god. She actually spent 15 minutes reading us a passage, then going over each individual question with us. Because you know, we haven't been taking spanish for 3 years. we couldn't POSSIBLY know anything. I hate being treated like a moron.
English: bitched about Spanish test. I hate Miss Serotnik too. bah. Did Gatsby stuff.
French: took the second half of our test. Did okay I guess. I got a 100 on the first part (happy dance) but not as good on the reading/writing part.
Lunch: there were CHAIRS since paul sat somewhere else and danielle and evaS were dead. Mucho fun <3
US: Umm Dave and EvaC left for the Everson. I've finally figured out miss schoff. She's a great teacher, and I actually learn alot in her class, but she's seriously just an a-class bitch. Whatever.
Photo: oh lord that class saved my day times 10. Miss Cross approved my independent study for next year (I get to do it all year instead of just one semester.) And there are going to be TWO new photo courses next year. AP photo and an OCC photo course. 3 photo classes? I can deal with that
Studyhall: handed in my spanish essay, and started reading/taking notes on Gatsby. When you know what to look for, it's actually somewhat interesting.
So that was my day. Mucho fun ness.
Oh, and P.S.
December 20th
5:30 pm - 7 pm
Opening at the Everson
Be There
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[Saturday
December 3rd, 2005
12:23pm] |
So yesturday I thought I had cancer. I had a lump on my ear and I was freaking out a bit (mostly jokingly) and Lauren started making fun of me.
Me: Don't make fun of me because I have cancer!
Paul: Okay, Lumpy.
By far the best moment of the day.
I realized later, that the reason I make so many "cancer jokes" is because it's easier for me to make humor out of it, then to come to terms with the fact that cancer exists, and apparently is out to kill my family.
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[Tuesday
November 1st, 2005
8:49pm] |
I got this from a community I'm in and thought it was so amazing and touching:
If you are a woman voter, thank a feminist.
If your doctor is a woman, thank a feminist.
If you open the help-wanted section of any U.S. paper and see job listings classified by occupation rather than "help wanted - male" and "help wanted - female", thank a feminist.
If your depression is taken seriously rather than considered a byproduct of having a uterus, thank a feminist.
If, in counseling, you aren't assumed to envy a man for having a penis, thank a feminist.
If you can have birth control prescribed to you without first obtaining your husband's written permission, thank a feminist.
If you're allowed to teach school regardless of your marital status, and you're a woman, thank a feminist.
If you're allowed to enter an apprenticeship program, thank a feminist.
If you are told you can become something other than a nurse, a grade-school teacher, a housewife and mother, or a nun, thank a feminist.
If you expect to be considered for admission to university programs based on your qualifications rather than your gender, thank a feminist.
If you expect your qualifications for admission to educational programs to be considered equally, rather than after every male applicant has been admitted, thank a feminist.
If you have ever heard of the crime of spousal rape, and know that there's a law against it, thank a feminist.
If you've heard of the crime of domestic violence, and know that it's illegal, thank a feminist.
If you can drive, thank a feminist.
If you expect to be paid the same wage as a man doing the same job you are, with the same seniority and the same qualifications, thank a feminist.
If you are considered a person in your own right rather than the chattel of a man, thank a feminist.
If you're legally permitted to own property in your own name, thank a feminist.
If you don't expect to be fired because a man "needs your job to feed his family", thank a feminist.
If the phrase "non-traditional occupation" seems a little old-fashioned or, better yet, you don't understand it at all, thank a feminist.
If you can look in the yellow pages of your nearest major metropolis and find a dedicated women's clinic, thank a feminist.
If you hear terms like "firefighter", "police officer", or "postal worker" in everday life, thank a feminist.
If the phrase "she's a woman lawyer" seems odd, thank a feminist.
If you or any person you know receives child support, thank a feminist.
If your parent received child support when you were growing up, thank a feminist.
If you aren't expected to leave the room at a party when the conversation turns to current events and politics, thank a feminist.
If you're a grown woman and don't expect to be called "girl" when you're fifty, thank a feminist.
Feminists brought about all of these things. Before the feminists got involved, the reverse was true in each and every case.
Take some time, today, and thank a feminist.
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