Monday, February 26, 2007

Why does missing you have to hurt so much?

I feel like I'm losing ground
two steps without you
and I'm turning around
staring blankly at the place where you stood
I would call out your name
if only I could
I don't know what to do now that you are walking away
when I would never leave
and you don't want to stay
I dont know who I am, if I'm not with you
after all that time
after all we've been through
And if I said I need you, you make me thrive
would you tell me to find
some other way to survive?
Why does missing you have to hurt so much?
I keep saying I don't need you,
your voice, or your touch
but I feel like I'm losing ground
two steps without you
and I'm turning around
I would call out your name, if only I could
but I see only footprints
in the place where you stood

Monday, February 19, 2007

My attention span is this big ().

I'm drinking my vanilla milkshake, stirring around the contents with my straw and staring down into the cup, when I come to the horrible realization that there is something solid and dark colored in the bottom of my (now nearly empty) cup.




(further investigation)

Oh, its just the cherry.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Yes, I know. First its glass in my mouth and now its a glass desk. . .

Sunday night I knocked my hand against my desk as I went (ran) by. This resulted in immediate bruising and swelling (and tears). As I nursed my wound with an ice pack, I kept thinking "Why does it have to hurt?" Well, today I was watching House (love that show!) and there was a patient that could feel no pain. She almost killed herself because she didnt know when she was doing things that werent good for her. This episode made me re-evaluate the voice of pain. Before, I thought pain was screaming "Ha Ha! Punishment!" but now I think its more "Oh no! Not good! Don't do that again! Thats not good for you! You ARE breakable!" Lesson learned.

Moving on.

I really do hate school this semester. I've decided that I don't want to teach but I'm finishing my education degree. This means that I'm taking seven classes on how to teach. I am SO not interested. I dont have any motivation to do my homework, read, or study. What am I going to do? I don't pay attention in class. I'm doing just enough to get by. I'm expecting the bottom to drop out from under me at any moment. I guess I'll wait and see.

And I feel like I just really want to talk to someone for a really long time. And I keep flipping through people in my head. I cant talk to this person about this thing. I cant talk to this other person about this other thing. I cant talk to . . . Well. What happened? I thought I was being completely me all the time and then somewhere along the line I lost track of who that was. And now I'm a fragmented Sarah Jo with too many silences. And I don't know what I'm going to do to fix it or even if I want to. I don't like not talking about things, it makes me feel like a liar. Hmm. Well. I don't know what I'm trying to say either.

Read my mind! Whats wrong with you?!?

sArAh jO

Sunday, February 11, 2007

"Its terrible and wonderful at the same time! It's freedom in a cup!"

My friends, let me tell you a story:

Once upon a time I made the lovely salsa stuff that Nika makes. Today, I was eating said salsa stuff. Wilst chewing, my teeth made contact with something too solid to be either salsa or chip. Very disturbing. After further investigation (spitting it out) I discovered that the "something" was GLASS. Now, how on earth did GLASS end up in my mouth? And will I ever be able to eat salsa stuff again? These questions shall remain a mystery.

Oh! I know! Do you know what movies these quotes come from?

  1. "Its like riding a bike, only you're crapping on it!"
  2. "I have a strict policy that nobody cries alone in my presence."
  3. "Chi-cken... Good. "

Yay! Now, I'm going to go try to prove my theory that, if I sleep enough, I won't be sick anymore. I'll let you know how that goes.

And just one more. . . "Once there was a magical elf who lived in a rainbow tree/ He lived downstairs from a flatulent dwarf who constantly had to pee/ One day the elf could take no more/ so he went to bang on the rude dwarf's door/ and what do you know, they suddenly both were marrrrried. "

Thursday, February 08, 2007

So I'm pretty much AMAZING. I mean, I hate school, but life is awesome. What else is there to say?

Hey! You should spend some time with me!