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Name: Sarah
Birthday: 1/10/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: acting, movies, jogging, political science, history, philosophy, music, piano, singing, writing, poetry, anything vintage, shopping
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AIM:  Anniepotato1
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6/17/2004
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| You know you're bored when...
you shower just to shave your armpits.
you're listening to toni braxton's self-titled album on repeat for the third time.
you have two facebook windows open as if that will make something happen more quickly.
you consider starting to read a book by JOHN SCOTT for your history class.
you've watched so many episodes of "how i met your mother" that you've started to think in sitcom rhythm and hear audiences laughing at the jokes you make in your bed.
you've visited the russian vocabulary blog a total of 100 times in one day. you will never forget that высказать/высказывать means to speak out/have one's voice heard.
you've spent a total of 70 dollars on vintage shoes (+ shipping) from etsy.com in the last 24 hours.
you consider buying an antique porcelain dalmatian salt shaker off ebay for 30 dollars.
you eat an eighth chocolate just to have something to do.
you... wait for it... wait for it... ORGANIZE YOUR ROOM. WHAT.
you watch "mata hari" for probably the 20th time and don't even fast-forward to the garbo scenes.
the thought of visiting jezebel.com's homepage one more time makes you want to throw up.
the thought of sitting in bed for one more hour makes you want to throw up.
I SWEAR TO GOD, IF THE FLU DOESN'T KILL ME, BOREDOM WILL. | | |
| I still have a temp of 101 and a hacking cough and it feels like knives to swallow, but I'm listening to Mariah Carey at 9 AM instead of sleeping and that counts for something, right xanga?
The purpose of this entry is to record the dream I had last night. I was walking around campus and I ran into this girl who in my dream was the combination of all the Bryn Mawr lesbians I find attractive enough to kiss and enjoy it, and we talked for a while, and then we made out. It was a really good kiss, but I wasn't turned on at all, and I was really disappointed. There go my dreams of my love life ever being easier before graduation. | | |
| Apparently I do have swine flu and it gets worse before it gets better. It hurts so bad to do anything, I'm surprised I'm typing right now. I can't talk. I spent the entire day in the health center on one of their really sick people beds and it took them until 7 to get me dinner and I hadn't eaten anything before that and I wanted to die the whole day. I now have the flu plus pneumonia and there's hardly anything so lonely. After this day I hope I will never see another nebuliser again. | | |
| But the health center is making me be in isolation because I have a temperature and all the symptoms. It's kind of nice because I get to sleep instead of going to class, but it sucks because I feel shitty and the more I sleep the more crazy dreams I have. Last night I slept for 12 hours and my dreams included:
having Joseph stay in my house with me, sleeping in my brother's room. being awkward with Joseph, seeing him to bed, accepting the fact that he has a girlfriend. then he runs to the shower after I put him to bed. then I walk in on him in the shower, realize he has a boner for me, then have sex with him in said shower. I can see into his mind that he likes touching me because I'm not bony like his other girlfriend;
forgetting if Junie died or not and then having her run around the house, morphing into Annie and then back again, and then running towards a car and I had to grab her by her fur so she wouldn't die;
watching a comedy show with Zach doing monologues with his friends and being expected to recite a monologue about the dream I'd had where Joseph had a boner for me, but I opted out because my parents and grandparents were in the audience;
flirting with Dan, the hot model from Middlebury, and eventually finding out that he wanted me and we had sex while eating caramel popcorn;
getting lost outside of some kind of mall and realizing there was a shoot-out and I was right in the middle of it and had to start shooting my gun at everyone.
So, needless to say, I'm sort of happy to be awake now. Except those sex dreams were fucking good.
I've been having Facebook issues. I (very drunkenly) deactivated my account for a night because I was on a drunken feel good about myself spree, and I realized a day later that I had defriended some people by mistake (NO IDEA HOW THIS HAPPENED) and it was awkward. I guess the thing I realized from this experience was that I'm too bored to deactivate my facebook account.
The good thing that came out of it was I'm no longer friends with Joseph, so I don't have to see his awful pictures come up on my newsfeed anymore. I wish I could do that for everyone I didn't want coming up on my newsfeed. Honestly, I was talking to mom about it, and she felt so bad for me that I'm growing up with this technology where I'm getting pictures of my ex-boyfriends and the boys I've loved who haven't loved me back KISSING and POSING with their current girlfriends. It is the most hurtful thing ever. I can exercise enough self-control to stop searching for them, but then they just come up on someone else's profile sooner or later, especially when you're in mutual circles of friends. I think that had a lot to do with why I decided to deactivate my account.
I need to clean my room. It's really hard for me to move my body. It hurts. The Motrin helped, but I still hurt.
I was doing such a good job of fighting these viruses and flus floating around. It could be worse, but being isolated in my room is no picnic. I'll probably write in here a lot today. | | |
| He still tryin' to get back like the soldiers
Dreamin' and it's time to wake him up like Folgers
Classic girls night. Emma, Lucy, and I went to Christopher's and ate nachos and drank beer and danced to loud music in Hubbel and got back at a very reasonable hour. Then I watched the 30 Rock, Always Sunny, Office, and Grey's from this week. Now I'm listening to Pete Yorn and vintage shopping on etsy. Classic times.
Last night Emma and I saw Pete Yorn live at the Electric Factory. He was awesome. It wasn't busy and we got really close. He was so on-key it was amazing. And the sound was ridiculous quality. I made a vow to Emma afterwards that I'm never going to Lunt again. I'll just keep paying for tickets to good concerts and go broke.
Last night I watched the best movie ever, Moscow Doesn't Believe in Tears (Москва Слезам Не Верит). Filmed in '79 but about life in Stalinist times. The most interesting thing about it is the way everyone lived. There was absolutely no family structure and everyone lived together in what was essentially a great big dorm. In the movie it seems like the coolest thing ever. Probably because the movie was propaganda.
Yesterday Joseph's facebook status read: "more ass = morass. understood." Then he deleted it before I looked at his profile this afternoon. WHAT A DICK. WHY DO I EVEN WRITE ABOUT HIM ANYMORE? All the men I've ever liked in my life are morons and I don't know what I was ever thinking. I need an adult who actually gets me because we're both adults, not morons who post about getting ass on our facebook statuses. I listen to songs on the radio and I think to myself that I've never had anyone who means enough to me to write a song about. I don't give enough of a shit about anyone to even write a cheesy chorus about him. And I don't know if I ever gave enough of a shit about anyone ever. Sure, I wrote a story about Joseph in this thing. But in reality, the night that I wrote about kind of sucked. And I was never that attracted to him. I've never been that attracted to anybody except Cain, who I didn't even want to be with despite the fact that we had the best sex ever. I guess what I'm trying to get at is I can't wait until I find someone who blows me away. I want the best sex of my life because it's love. I want someone who gives me a reason to care.
He'll come soon enough. Now I just have to focus on practicing my Liszt and writing my thesis. And having fun once in a while. | | |
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