I'm the holiday armadillo!

Today was beautiful. I started it by sleeping in. Then, because I could, I ate cake for breakfast. This turned out to be a horrible idea, but now I know that cake for breakfast doesn't work.

After my morning girl-hygiene rituals I watched two terrible old musicals: Xanadu and Grease 2. Now, I love musicals, but these two were just unbelievable. It was like a four hour cringe.

So, you can imagine how exciting the prospect of a walk at smith park sounded when Ashley J. calls me. We walked. When we got to the skate park I saw Aaron, a guy I used to have a crush on. After the hello's and how have you been's, we continued walking and I had a girl moment, giggles and all. Ashley promptly reminded me that I am, in fact, a girl, and am therefore entitled to girl moments. Needless to say, Aarons presence at the skate park was reason enough for a second lap around, but sadly, I did not see him again. *sigh* I remember how it felt to like him, he made it so easy, but I do not know him now. I know how much I have changed, I can only assume the same is true for him. Still, it takes me back to eighth grade. . .

Well anyway, I do believe I was going to work on that science project today.

I heart you,
Sarah Jo

Last night I dreamt of airports.

I'm tired of being distracted by boys. In this culture, there is something wrong with a girl if she doesn't have a boyfriend. Buy this perfume and the boys will like you. Use this moisturizer and you'll be perfect, and you'll have the perfect guy. No, no, no, I cannot blame things on the media. That doesn't work. Blaming doesn't accomplish anything.

One too many romance novels leaves this girl disappointed with reality.

I would really like to talk about this, but its a subject best discussed with other girls, and not my daily monologue.

In other news: Joanie gave me copies of her pictures from China. It was so strange to look at them. You see, I know my pictures. I know what to expect when I look through them. But then here are pictures of things I do not have. Like, I did not expect to see a picture of me sitting in O'Hare. And looking at it takes me back there, to that moment. I had a book in my hand because we had a long layover. I had my luggage between my legs because it kept falling over. When this picture was taken, I had only been on that short flight from Dayton to Chicago in the tiny, tiny plane. There were so many things I would experience just after that photo was taken. I was tired, excited, nervous, impatient, and a few other things. The intercom kept repeating, "Please do not leave luggage unattended. Any luggage left unattended will be taken away by. . ." and then again in Spanish. I can almost feel the straps of the backpack-purse digging into my shoulders. . . So many things from a photo.

And to think, one day I will look at the picture and hardly remember anything.

I still dream of it.
But one day the experience will stop echoing in my dreams and I will lose myself in the routines of daily life, the safety of it, and never think of the beauty of adventure.

Clues that it's time for bed:

So, here I am sitting at my computer listening to music when I think, "Oh my gosh! I don't have a seatbelt on!" And then I come back to reality and realize that I'm not in the car.

Sarah Jo

You'll never guess who Joe and Henry are!

Last night was great fun. Katy was home for the weekend, so I went to see Hitch with her, Ashley J., and Abby and Lilly. Then, we went to applebees. It felt so refreshing just to be with friends. I never realize how much I miss people until I see them. I realized that with my friends I can talk about things that I dont discuss with my parents, like God. And it. . . I needed that. I needed it. And they agree with me on things that make me feel so isolated sometimes. Erm, I cant really communicate it very well, so I won't.

Tonight, Madison decided to name several of my body parts. It was amusing, but I won't go into detail. I will say that some of the names were Penelope, Lucinda, Regis, Kathy, Alex, Joe, Henry, and Sally.

Hey did you know that Sally is a nickname for Sarah? Why?

So, goodnight,

Sally Jo (I guess)

Apparently overdone, but still amusing.

What does it mean?

Another awesome thing: Spongebob Squarepants, the movie.

First, I would like to say that last nights orchestra concert was very awesome. I very much enjoyed The Curse of the rosin eating zombies from outer space. It sounded like something straight out of a scary movie. Then it was time for Beethoven's Fifth. I had not read the program at this point, so when it begins I think, "I know this one!" and then. . . That was just cool.

The end.

Sarah Jo

Good morning.

I walked down the stairs this morning to find the plumber in the living room. I'm completely comfotable with strange men seeing me in my pajamas with my morning hair. Or not.

Sarah Jo

Sarah Jo, straight from the filter.

I like the movie Waterworld, it warms my heart.
Why do I have a dozen pens that don't write?
My new obsession is how much whiter my teeth could be.
I don't like to floss, it hurts. Stupid close-together teeth.
I joined a team for relay for life and now I must sell things.
You really shouldn't smoke, its bad for you.
I'm stressed out about the schedule making.
Spring break is next week and I do not have to work.
My room is always either too cold or too hot.
Mmm, I love the smell of clean laundry.
I think I'll watch the episode of Extreme Makover: Home Edition that I made my dad tape for me.
On my pajamas, teddy bears are having a pillow fight.
I have a purple rubber-like bracelet that says "Hope" on it.
I decided Beethovens fifth symphony sounds like Genesis.
I have a plethora of yellow paper on my desk and I don't particularly care for yellow.
I make lists and never follow them.
One of those sheets says "106.5" and I don't remember why.
I store my digital camera in a white sock with purple heels and toes.
I like being by myself, but not for very long.
My mommy made me lunch today.
I hope James moves out soon, I don't enjoy his company at all.
I think I've said enough, although I did not say what I wanted to say at all.
I wonder what your thinking, there on the other side of the screen?
Don't you think your teeth could be a little whiter too?

Sarah Jo

Don't let a cheese-filled suitcase become your giant fork and spoon.

I am suppose to be listening to Beethoven's fifth symphony. I'm not really very excited about it.

I looked up the classes I need to take next semester on Bannerweb. It looks like my schedule will be a bit crazy, involving taking classes at Lakota and/or Hamilton and a summer class. Three out of the five I need are night classes. This is so crazy. But alas, it is only one semester and at least I have the opportunity to get a(free) college education and I should not complain about the details.

That said, I'm off to spend an hour with Beethoven.

Sarah Jo

That dead cat on the other side of the yard.

Am I becoming who I wanted to be? Or is this a warped misconception of what I thought they wanted of me? How many times will I reach out for humanity, get distracted, and miss completely? I think I know what I want, but I know it would not satisfy me. I'm terribly inconsistent, full of irrationality. And even as I wonder what is wrong with me, I see, it's only the distance between us.

It involves cutting off one of your fingers. Still interested?

I've been spending way too much time on the internet. I did get some homework done though, and way before it was due! And that's all I've got for progress.

I'm feeling disappointed right now, but I can't tell you why without telling you something embarrassing, so I'll just leave it at being disappointed.

Last night we had a sleepover with the girls. Ashley painted the fingernails and toenails, because I'm handicapped in the area of all things cosmetic. If I had tried to paint those miniature nails of theirs, I would've gotten the whole appendage covered in sparkly red polish. Not so good. So I just watched, amused. Those girls sure are something else.

I played Barbies with Kaitlynn and Elisabeth. Kaitlynn just kind of shook hers and kissed it every once in a while, much to my amusement. Elisabeth decided her Barbie was Mommy and mine was a "sister." So she told my barbie when to wake up, go to school, go to bed, ect. She was yelling the whole time and I said to her, "Elisabeth, I'm right here; you don't need to yell" and she says, "Sarah, mommies yell." LOL!

I always have so much fun in math class, and today was no exception. Kaitlin and I always have a great time talking and laughing instead of listening. (Note: Kaitlynn does not equal Kaitlin) Today we were talking about Sue Johanson, if you understand. If you do not understand, we still talked about Sue Johanson. Very funny times.

I heart Ellen. Have you seen her talkshow?

I'm really tired just now and not in a terribly good mood. So, instead of sharing, I think I'll just go away.

Love you,
Sarah Jo

I need to DO something.

It's pretty pathetic when you get excited about junk mail.

"If that didn't wake you up, go back to bed"

These would be some quotes from MUS189 today:

"Feel the fire in your souls, shame on you!"
"I always wear red on Beethoven day."
"Violenter, twitchier, nervouser"
"You puny human!"
"I always picture a wagon rolling down the road. Oops! It hit a pothole"
"I don't know, I have no more words."

And it also said I think like a man.

I took a personality test today. Apparently I am an observer. This is what the test says about me:
"Like all Observers, you strive to find inner peace in a world that's anything but peaceful.
You were born with a quiet, gentle, and cautious nature that has always set you apart. Being different and somewhat of an "outsider," you've become selective about what you do and say. So you typically stand back and observe people and situations, then decide how you want to contribute.
This style has been especially useful in your career. While others on a team are talking, arguing, and often making impulsive decisions, you can see the underlying issues and make objective recommendations. Although there are times in your job and personal life when you should assert yourself more, people are relieved to find someone like you who doesn't pick fights or create drama.
You don't spend your life running around from one social event to the next. You prefer quiet evenings with your close circle of family and friends. Since you're shy and very modest, it can take a while to get to know you and see the "real" you.
You need time alone every day to "recharge" mentally and emotionally. Enjoying your own company and being comfortable with solitude is considered a sign of maturity and good mental health."

Well, thank God I found that out because I never would have known otherwise.

Where is my (random object)?

Oh dear, my mother found it necessary to come into my room and "clean" it. But by "clean" she means to rearrange everything in a way she finds more efficient, oh, and dust. I'll be searching for things for days. On the bright side, I wont be sneezing.

In other news, the several signs I put up in the bathroom and outside the bathroom to remind the boys to flush the toilet have proved ineffective. My only conclusion: they cannot read. So hereafter I will be giving random vocabulary lessons including the words "please" "flush" and "toilet"

Do I still want half a dozen children? Yes. Do I want them to be boys? Um, maybe one if the lumberjack I plan on marrying insists.

Well, I shall go to bed now before I make up any other scenarios that will never happen, like my lumberjack being a centaur and we run away together to partholon, or something.

Goodnight my sweet (Insert your name here.)

Sarah Jo