It’s taken me a few days to recuperate after the last week of school. Despite my irrational fears going into Friday, my exams went fine. Unfortunately, everyone finished the History exam with about an hour left before the bell would ring. Now, normally this would be fine, but this meant Veronica was bored. Very bored.

Mr. Prather graded our exams, and I learned my grade. Very exited, I began to jump around. Veronica, who had gotten hold of a red overhead marker, decided to write, “I got an A!” on my forhead. Ok, so I would look weird all day, so what? But you see, Veronica did not stop there. She then proceeded to take a bottle of white out and draw lines all over my face with it. Next came flowers, hearts, American flags, trees, piercings, and that was just on my face. Mr. Prather spent the time amazed that I let Veronica do this to me. Then she got the idea that she should show my rippling muscles. My arms desplayed her beautiful artwork of a monkey, his house, clouds, rain, fireworks, “I’m a ripped GOD”, cows, and random lines. Oh yeah, and a unicorn. With utters.

And now, the pictures:

And this is AFTER I washed my face.

Flowers. Straight out of a truth ad.

At least I think it’s a cow…

Clouds and trees gracing my glorious flesh.

As soon as Hello stops being stupid, I’ll post the rest of them.

explain “bow down before me woman!” RIGHT NOW.

Ah yes, I guess I haven’t talked about that yet. Last Tuesday in History, everyone was getting all emotional and hugging and crying (mostly fake, but there you are). Mr. Carey’s class (no idea how to spell his name) was in there as well through some random happening. Frankie was there two, so I went over the her and Veronica and started the whole, “My Florid Queen” “I will wait for you, my Norman Prince” thing from our Dessert Theatre scene. I got carried away, and deviating slightly from the script, I ended up shouting, “Bow down before me, woman!” at Veronica, right after the room had gone very silent.

That’s pretty much it. I’ve shouted it at her every time we’ve met since.

michael those pictures were hott.
can i bow down to you?

You poor child of a person. YOU LET VERONICA DO THAT TO YOU?!?! Why don’t you just bow down to HER?! Oh yes, I love the pictures. They’re fuzzy, but that’s the internet for you.

Foooood…

excuse mara, your crazy post-stalker.

Michael, i would worship your rippling pectorals anyway, even without the radiant hand of Veronica enhancing them with her sacred cows.

(mara was the one who commented before me… thats what i meant by post-stalker…)

Mara isn’t a post stalker. I was the one who posted under “who me? it couldn’t be.” See the “Foooood…” part would be a clue at least to Michael that it was, I, the Infamous Lunch-Nabber. Oh Lee. Sorry I do have some uh… respect. I do have a “term” of sorts… I did hear you have been referred to as “hunnybunny”… So my term at least to Michael is the Infamous Lunch-Nabber, because alas I would take his lunch (after usually asking in my persuasive, sexy way… haha) and then (oh no!) I would eat it. To Michael: AND NO! I will not flip my hair for food anymore. I will not have my feminine qualities taken advantage of… and no blackmailing me mister! Adios.

~Sarah

P.S. Lee - We really should get together sometime this summer, preferrably soon. I am experiencing withdrawal symptoms from not seeing you for a week. Maybe downtown for some of that tea? We could tag Helen and Mara to come and yes, maybe even Simon and another guy if you feel that you would be a part of a… minority. Or we could just grab tea ourselves or ice cream… No. I am not asking you out on a date. Sorry Lee. Just to make that clear… but I am experiencing a void in my heart… there is also a special void for Mara and Helen. My heart is black with voids.

AHH!! I LOVE FRESHMEN WHO ARE NOW… oh great…. SOPHMORES. Dear me. What a revelation. Or more like: I heart rising sophmores. Okay. That kind of term or whatever you call it has always confused me. Shouldn’t “rising sophmores” refer to those who are becoming a junior next year? So confused.

So after a long comment…

Sarah shuts up.

False alarm.

Michael - see I would suggest that we do something… but you DO live 20+ minutes away and I must say that doesn’t work well.

Helen - I still love you.

Mara - we need to finalize a time to have that manicure/pedicure or whatever you call it party. I don’t really want to go downtown since it’s all hot and sticky and gross and all that adds up to one cranky, sick Sarah.

WOW.

I MISS YOU ALL!!! I AM SO LONELY AND BORED AND I’VE SPENT THE LAST 5 DAYS CLEANING MY ROOM AND YES IT HAS TAKEN THAT LONG AND I AM STILL NOT DONE.

‘Tis sad.

OKAY. NOW I shut up.

Poor micheal. When i saw the photo on Lee’s blog I thought you were trying to do another make up design. Maybe a bloody foot ball player. You should be a foot ball player! I can see you now; center field, he’s got the ball, with one mighty blow knocks the Intolube-Chimles off the field and uses their meak little bodies through the stratosphere and off into space where they sit bewildered atop the space station. He then charges down the center with a ball tucked beneathe his arm and a frierce look adorning the warrior’s face and POW a touch
down.

Anyhoo, excuse my nullness but what is Florid?

florid = of or relating to flora

i miss you too sarh, but the truth is summer only comes along onve a year and i desperately need to recharge by isolating myself, so i can only see people occasionally… perhaps we can discuss this further at the DFF, or via AIM?

That had to do with a line from Dessert Theatre in which I exclaimed, “Oh, My Florid Queen” to the oh so florid Veronica.

i love sarah. sorry, occasionally mara calls out for food and i got confused. would it be possible to use your name so my head does not hurt so much?

lee needs his heaps and heaps of me-time. we must respect him in this. just as we must respect helen’s need to tune her drum RIGHT NOW BECAUSE SHE’S PLAYING SATURDAY YESYESYES

anyway. veronica’s hair is kind of florid. flowers are red. some of them, anyway.

Okay. Just want everyone to know that I am dying of boredom, especially since I’ve been living in my room for the past few days. I got out today for a walk with my mom, but that was miserable because of the heat and humidity. Can we uncomfortable, sticky mess? Yes.

Okay. Lee you need space. Mara sanity. Helen needs “genni” apparently (according to her away message). I need a social life. Michael needs… me to take his lunch.

My house is boring. It was made in 70s (blah), we don’t have cable (grrr), we have the internet (yay), we don’t really have any movies (we usually just rent), and my sister is out, my dad is at work, and my mom is taking a nap. Mara is 1/4-way across the hot, humid town. Helen is somewhere. Lee is in isolation. Michael is miles away. My church friends live out in those subdivisions like Forest Lakes, Hollymead, Glenmore, and Dunlora. Plus I think my AHS friends are still in school (haha). Yarden is probably over with Savanna. Miranda is oblivious. Meetra is across town. Hmmm… Najat maybe? Maria maybe? Najat is 1/4-way across town and Maria is a little farther. Audrey (sorry “Audréy”… really annoys me “it’s ‘odd-dray’ not ‘odd-dree’”) is in Hollymead. Dori is oblivious (her brother is cool and her dad too). Then there are “friends” who are really just aquaintances who I really wouldn’t actually want to do anything with outside of school anyway. Catherine lives miles away too. Ammanda is where Michael is (probably). So far the most likely candidates are Miranda, Najat, Mara, and Maria. Fun. Then again I’m busy today and watch them be busy the rest of the week. I’m busy tomorrow with finishing my room. I think I’m supposed to have that pamper party thing with Mara on Friday. I’m busy Friday evening with an end of school party at church (if it’s still on). Saturday I have volunteering and family night and chores.

See how bored I am? All this rambling? Exactly.

See the difference between Lee and me? He likes isolation (probably because his house is fun) and I hate isolation (probably because my house is boring).

Bye. Salut. Adios.

OHMAHGOD YOU HAVE A HOUSE BUILT IN THE SEVENTIES?!?!?!?!

:ragingenvy:

i loooooooooooooooove 60s/70s architecture and the wonderfulness of basements with wood-panneled walls and straight-to-the-ceiling bookshelves, with very used, beat-up green couches and their random pillows, some beaded, some about to fall apart. An ancient TV set in the corner, board games, some magazines and books without dust jackets, and fancy radio/LP-playing equipment. Insulated rugs or whatever they’re called, as in they go all the way to the wall, no wood tiling. Half a window is visible from the top of the wall, and people can watch other peoples’ feet walk by as the sunlight streams onto the dusty couch. I AM SOOOOO BUILDING A HOUSE LIKE THIS.

it has to be in the woods. in suburban woods, mind you, with lots of neighbors, but in the woods.

near a lake.

OHMAHGOD

that things audrey does annoys me to no end as well, sarah. and my house is cool, but its not 60s/70s cool.

That perfectly describes my house in Minnesota. Of course, everything in Minnesota is cool, even if it wasn’t built in the 60’s/70’s. Now I live in a house that’s almost 10 years old, is infested with bugs, where the yard is a haven for wasps without a home. Oh, did I mention the living 30 minutes away from Bodo’s? The horror!

Sorry Lee. It doesn’t have the wood-panneling and the straight-to-the-ceiling bookshelves. Nor the “very used, beat-up green couches” But we do have “random pillows,” not beaded and some of them are even about to fall apart. Our TV is maybe from the 90s. We do have a lot of board games and magazines and even some books without dust jackets. No fancy radio/LP-playing equipment. We do have those annoying built in “insulated rugs or whatever they’re called, as in they go all the way to the wall, no wood tiling.” No “Half a window is visible from the top of the wall, and people can watch other peoples’ feet walk by as the sunlight streams onto the dusty couch.”
I live one-mile (exactly) from CHS and there are woods behind my house and yes I have lots of neighbors. No lake though.

We do have the awful (in my opinion) original doors, carpeting, windows, kitchen appliances, and yes even the curtains in the living room are original.

I think the house was built at least between 1969 and 1975. Somewhere in there. We even have the original hideous wall color in the living room, dining room, AND the kitchen. Argh.

we looked at a house kind of near the school that was EXACTLY LIKE LEE’S DESCRIPTION except it smelled LIKE PEOPLE DIED THERE. they might have, there was a very, very old couple living there. windows, couches, pillows, walls, bookcases, everything. not woods, but alot of foliage in the yard and you could watch the feet.

you also know that the family room in my dad’s house is wood paneled, has windows like that so you can see people walking up the path, and also has two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves which are my best friends. we also have wall-to-wall carpeting in… everywhere.

ok, my current house kind of resembles that.

nice.

Yo-da-lady-who didn’t write any posts for 6 days straight. Boo. I know that this yo-da-lady-who has creative energy and probably could write over 1,000 words about nothing (like I did the other day). Piece a cake.

So anyone have a vacation this summer they’re excited about and want to brag about?

i am going nowhere.

except my new house, my old house, downtown, around town, and the CHS track. maybe Jen or BJ’s house.

To: his royal hottness (AKA michael)
MARA IS IN FLORIDA AND MARA WILL BRAG ABOUT BEING FLORIDA. (Well Sarah asked if any one had anything to brag about).
~Mara

Oh, so you’re in FLORIDA! Well guess what? I, er, um I have… I’m sitting at my desk! Ha. You’re feelin the envy now, aren’t you?!

well on TUESDAY Michael and i will be sitting on Lee’s SUV-sized couch SO THERE.

and in about 10 minutes i will be in my POOL

Well then, I’m going to Raleigh, North Carolina in two weeks for a mission trip with a group from my church. It’s hard core stuff I tell you. Then two weeks or so after that I am going to Jefferson City, Tennessee for another Christian camp-thing. Woot woot. In August I may be going to Florida to visit with some relatives (just about EVERYONE from my dad’s side of the family, except Lucy).

Mara - I hope you’re enjoying yourself you lucky duck!

I’M watching Dolores Claiborne. It’s weird and kinda sucky, but also kinda good. Kathy Bates is corny, but good-corny. Soon I will be writing a review of Secrets and Lies for the festival, but I’m too lazy at the moment. I love summer.

all the fun things for me to do are packed away. turns out the Tranks move out TOMORROW so we can start bringing boxes over there tomorrow afternoon… the moving truck for bigger stuff comes on the monday after this one. thats good, it means i’ll be moved in that much sooner.

the only movie that’s not packed up is The Prisoner of Azkaban. i’ve watched it 4 times in the past 3 days and sunk so low as to watch Full House last night. eew.

does anybody want to come to the Better Side of Edgar/ Benvolio concert at Gravity Lounge tomorrow?

But Full House is the best show ever?

I eagerly await to watching it drunk, THEN it will be the best show ever

Hey, don’t diss PoA. It’s 100000 times better than the other two

Speaking of that, is anyone doing the stay-until-midnight-for-Harry-Potter schpeal other than Veronica? I’m considering it just because it’ll bring back so many memories (but it’s the day before I leave for New Mexico)

i’ve grown away for my love for Full house..
but you know what show they should put back on? reruns of Growing Pains.
man i love that show.

well, as much as i love Full House, i’ve already seen all of them because i was a crazy-obsessed child.

uh, i might do that, i dunno. I’M ONLY DOING IT IF YOU’RE DOING IT, to be childish.

EVERYBODY COME TO THE BETTER SIDE OF EDGAR CONCERT TONIGHT AT GRAVITY LOUNGE

come on guys

I wanna come! Oh dang michael i am so tottally jealus of you and that desk! Man, your desk is tottally better than mine.

Tell me how the concert is. Today three people, in ten minuets, ask if i was a teen mother! it bothers me, never push a stroller in the mall. Twas strange.

Michael needs to post more!

I wanna come! Oh dang michael i am so tottally jealus of you and that desk! Man, your desk is tottally better than mine.

Tell me how the concert is. Today three people, in ten minuets, ask if i was a teen mother! it bothers me, never push a stroller in the mall. Twas strange.

Michael needs to post more!

minuets. mara, i had no idea you were so musically inclined!

i can imagine how that must have looked- a brown, curly-haired girl pushing a red, curly-haired baby around a mall alone.

but why would they ask?

is michael going to make a new post record? mine is 41, thanks much in part to liza duplicating her post like EIGHT TIMES.

love you, liza

speaing of teenage parenting, MY MOM TOTALLY THREW AWAY THAT BOOK ON PREGNANT TEENAGERS WE GOT AT THE RECYCLING CENTER, HELEN! How rude. I tried to explain to her that I needed it, but my mother, who interrupted by asking how I got pregnant, made me crack up before finishing. Hmph.

I wonder if the encyclopedia indexes are still in Gravity Lounge? Helen look for them tonight!

OH MY GOD I LOVED THAT BOOK! MY BOOK!

lee, you totally should have explained that the book wasnt really yours and belonged to… Helen… your ex-girlfriend? well, not really but it sounds SUPER incriminating. i did so love that book.

i ended up not going, but i’ll go back and check on saturday or something when I’m downtown. you should go too, I want to do the picture-taking thing for Colin’s book then. I’ll send you an email with the info.

also… do you still have the other ones? i forgot which ones we got in the end