Tuesday, November 29, 2005


I made awesome chocolate cake. No, it wasn't the regular "good" chocolate cake. This was applebees triple chocolate meltdown good.

And I took my botany notes in cursive because I was using my mermaid pen. Trust me, that makes complete sense. Anyway, the result is me not being able to read my botany notes.

Amber Romance smells SO good. I now have this scent in many products. Apparently its "A warm, alluring blend of Black Cherry, Creme Anglaise, and Sandalwood." I just learned that.That's so a word I cant think of right now. Remember that black candle from Target that smelled wonderful? It was Sandalwood too. I guess I like sandalwood. Yum.

And I played my song and strummed the cords for it on an autoharp. It felt very campfireish.

I have that jingle The Jolly Green Giant in my head.That'ss because I like "Demolition Man" too much.

HEY! Did I tell you that my Classical myth prof talked about 7B47B today? Oh, for those of you not completely obsessed in completely healthy manner,that's Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. We've also talked about Xanadu and mannequine. I cant spell that last one.

I'm telling you, my hands smell so very nice right now. That would be because of the Amber Romance, of course.

I was thinking about hands. In church one Sunday Chad was talking about how important hands are. They are the symbol of our strength, but also of our tenderness. You build things with your hands. You defend yourself with your hands. You break or fix things with them too. You can discipline or even talk with your hands. But you also hold people, draw them near, comfort them, touch and caress them, with your hands. How close are you to someone when you can hold their hand? How much closer does it bring you? What about just touching them? Patting them on the shoulder, slapping them on the back, touching the hair, the cheek? I think I could measure how close I am to people by how comfortable I am with touching them, them touching me. I grabbed my dads hand today. I cant think of anyone I'm not related to that I would feel comfortable just grabbing their hand.

My dads hands are rough and stained. His labors show on them. All the years of deep cuts and machine grease leave their mark in black slashes and calloused fingers. My brothers hands are begging to look that way with bruised knuckles and red palms. My mothers knuckles and joints are swollen. Her fingers are unwilling to straighten. Her skin is dry and cracking in protest to the cold, dry winter air. My hands, well, right now they smell nice. What do your hands say about you? And what will you do with them?

Sarah Jo

Sunday, November 27, 2005

I meant the Hershey kind.

I can hardly wait until we are out for Christmas break. Mostly, no, almost entirely because I hate homework so much. I don't mind being in class at all, but when I'm at home I just don't want to be doing stuff for class again. Darn it. So I have this paper to write about Down Syndrome and its due tomorrow and I haven't started it yet and its 9:30 and I hate homework. Procrastination is a cruel, cruel friend.

Sarah Jo

Thursday, November 24, 2005

I feel violated.

I'd like to share that we have been burglarized.

What am I thankful for? The bolt-lock on my office door.

Sarah Jo

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

He said that I'm refulgent.

Monday, November 21, 2005

"That means you're going to have a baby"

Last night I dreamed that I died when I was three years old and my whole life since then has been a fake memory thing of what my life would have been like if I hadn't died. In my dream, when I finally realized that I was a ghost of some sort and not alive, I tried to go to my blog to prove that I hadn't died. My theory was, if my blog was there, I must have been there. But my blog wasn't there. GASP. So I decided to make a new blog called "Dead Girl" where I would tell the world my story about dying, daydreaming, and being tangible enough to accesses the internet. Alarm goes off. Am I really here? Weird.

today's word was aberration. My dream was one of those. Other forms of this word would be: aberrant, aberrance, aberrancy, aberrantly, aberrational. Just thought you would like to know.

And I STILL haven't written those darn papers. Oops.

Night then.

Sarah Jo

Saturday, November 19, 2005

"Just hear those printers printing and keyboards typing away!"

We had our thanksgiving party for my Dads side of the family today because Grandma is having surgery Monday and will probably still be in the hospital on Thursday. I didn't have too much fun. I felt pretty invisible. All my cousins are grown up and married and they treat me like a child or just ignore me completely, whichever is more convenient at the time, I suppose. But, I won't talk about that anymore.

I had a ridiculously good time at work yesterday. We decided to have a word of the day and use it as much as possible. Yesterdays word was "exceptional" and today was "plethora" if I spelled those right. I'm picking the word for Monday. Robbie and I were giggling quite uncontrollably toward the end of the day. It was much fun. I wrote a BMV song to the tune of sleigh ride and sang it. Today was great too. So far. Ashley and I are going to go see Harry Potter in a little bit. After that, who knows? I do know that I'm sleepy and I have too much homework to do to have this much fun.

Sarah Jo

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Gmail and stuff.

I finally got a gmail account. And my ear is sore from all the phone-talking. And I STILL havent written those papers. . .

Sarah Jo

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

"Casting on" and other foreign terms

When I close my eyes I can see interlocking loops of thread. I still feel the coarse texture slide between my fingers, and the back and forth rhythm of the needle. I've been crocheting all day. I'm not even sure if that's a word. I've also been singing Christmas songs. My favorites would be Winter Wonderland, The Most Wonderful Time of the Year, sleigh Ride, Carol of the Bells, Let There be Peace on Earth, and Oh Holy Night. I could definitely go on and on. I love Christmas music. Its just so happy. Speaking of happy, I took a quiz about what's your theme song? And mine is Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles. Its a happy little ditty. Is that how ditty is spelled? Here comes the sun do dun do do . . .

I won a gift certificate to Dads restaurant. I've only ever had their vegetable soup. I didn't like their vegetable soup. Lima beans = unhappiness.

All my projects are due at the same time. I probably wouldn't be so stressed if I didn't procrastinate so much. Like taking online quizzes when I should be writing papers. Or writing in my blog when I should be making a power point presentation. . .

Night kids,
Sarah Jo

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Bowling with a high of 84

I had all this stuff to say about how wonderful my day was and how much fun I had bowling, going to the Hometown buffet, the b-day party, the coffee shop, and almost learning how to crochet. But then I got distracted and now I'm too sleepy and my fingers and toes are cold and I need to brush my teeth.

Sarah Jo

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

What do Down Syndrome, Greek textiles, Asian music, and Sharon woods all have in common?

*warning* Please Excuse the horrible spelling errors. Apparently I baffle spell-check.

I joined the Christmas choir at church. I've never been in a church choir before, but it makes me miss A cappella choir much. Its so beautiful when there are a hundred voices all working together to make music. Anyway. . .

Last night my dream was so vivid, I could still feel it when I woke up. It kind of moved back and forth. It was three different dreams all in one because I would walk into a room and forget all about everything that happened before I walked in. It was a new experience as soon as the door closed. I bought train tickets. I was running away. They found me. I went into this building to hide, forgot all about being chased. Stuff happened. We went outside and had to plant some trees because someone cut them all down. I was so sad about all the tree stumps. (This is probably a result of watching Fern Gully)

They watched a movie in pychology today. It was Crash, I believe. I decided to sit in the hallway and read my textbook. I am glad of my decistion. I got a lot done.

I'm a little stressed. It will get much worse before the semester is over with. I have all these projects due one after another after another and then exams the next week and and and. . . breathe.

Now I'm sleepy. The bed is calling me. I need to change my sheets. White isn't working for me anymore. I'm thinking. . . pink? It was blue, then it was white. . . yeah, pink will do. I don't have any money for buying any new sheets or it would be tan and brown. Kind of like the autumn. But pink will do. Pink will always do.

I was bored in nursing class last night and I drew a picture and it looked just like. . . or maybe it was my imagination because I'm a terrible artist.

Friday I'm going on a field trip to the Freedom Center. I think it will be fun. Oh, and Matt Hosey and Dustin. . Dustin something are playing at Fourth and Maine. Its a cd release party thing? Hmm, I dunno. I guess I'm going. And Saturday has something. . . work and. . bowling. Yes, we are going bowling. This shall be a good weekend. Sunday, church, grandma's, choir practice. Too bad its only Tuesday. . .

Sarah Jo

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Ladies and Gentlemen:

I paid off my car. *bows* Thank you very much.

Sarah Jo

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Episode I:

This morning there was a spider on my pajamas. (A set I wasn't wearing.) I thought I would be brave and kill it myself since there were no males in the house to call upon. My plan of attack was to squish it with toilet paper. I carried out said plan. I opened up said toilet paper; no spider guts were found inside. Is the mysterious vanishing spider dead? Where did it go? Will it retaliate?

to be continued. . .

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Is it weird that I associate you with gyros?

Good day. Started off amusing, got even better.


Yesterday at work a customer tells me, "you're kinda cute, you know that?". That might have been flattering it was from someone my age, and without the "kinda", but it came from a 53 year old man. Nice. I also had a man tell me I would make a good wife once. . . yes, an OLD man. What's with that?

Sarah Jo