No one fucking talk to me.

An Incentive to Blog

Apparently Francis is trying to beat us in the amount of posts that we have...a ridiculous notion, as we have well over two hundred now, I'm sure....but anyways, perhaps it will be even more of an incentive for us to post because boys are icky and can never be allowed to win...(considers the consequences of that statement, weighs them, grimaces)....just kidding, boys.

I haven't felt the best today...had a headache when I woke up, and my mood steadily worsened as the day wore on. But I think it's clearing for now, so...we shall see.

Yesterday was really funny. We took my family to eat Chinese food...oh wow. My dad ordered so many different things for them to try...they weren't too big on the shrimp, but seemed to do well with the other things. It's funny all of the things that we take for granted as Americans. I mean...my cousins totally cannot see the point in basketball, they've never been bowling, and they had never tried Chinese food prior to yesterday. And they don't have an appreciation for ice, but I already knew that. So...yes. Ahh the delights of living with foreigners.

Night all! Mucho love-o

YNatalieY

Herpes, Crabs, Chlamydia, Ghonneria, AIDS

i dont think i know how to spell...thats ok its been a VERY klutz-y day. just ask lindsay. omgosh lindsay i wrote down that quote too! pricess diaries 2 is amazing!! man o man...liz's birthday party. wow. that was so fun! i havent laughed that hard in a long time. it was great. i dont know any other way to describe it other than to just list the memories. so here goes! Krissy: Did you know we are in a 70s porn movie? (cuz of the music playing) Maria: How? we're not naked! while watching Joe Dirt, about the mullet.... Maria: I wonder if that thing smells... Rhianna: Instead of sending food and money to a 3rd world country, we should just send a McDonalds. Rhianna: Let's all get STD's and give the to Maria! Krissy: I call AIDS! as they are sharing chapstick...] Krissy: I have herpes. Maria: Nuh uh!! Me: She took like 12 pills... Maria: 12 years old? me(i think i dont remember): yeah, they probably share the same foot massager... maria: yeah, its probably all covered with foot germies! did you know that you can get crabs from sharing boxers? and this blog is dedicated to Megan, Tiffany, and Jackie. One night of crazy fun...may they rest in peace. =) hahaha. cuz i'm sooo in love with him! wow. it was crazy. and today lindsay and i went to the mall, and american eagle frightened tim and he had to leave, then we ate sbarro (mmm'mmm fat kid-ness is so much fun) and to borders and i got a new book. so yeah to gift cards!! the past two days have been so funny. all the stuff that happened last night/this morning is so unreal. people are so funny. toodles! *~SaraH~* ps. i remembered today that Sarah Dessen has another book. it's called Keeping the Moon. I think that was the first one of her's i read...its not bad if i remember correctly.

Christmas is over.... but break is still going!!!!

Oh isnt christmas break amazing??? oh yeah it is... sleeping in everymorning, not getting home until late on weekdays!! ahh its so much fun!! Well last night was fun. Went up to dominic's basketball game (where we did not do so well, but hey my hopes were not so high) um... I ran into Michelle Rapagnani (? dont know how to spell her last name to well). Oh i do love that girl, she is amazing. I miss all of our fun times in biology. I hope she is doing ok with her crazy boyfriend of hers. And after the game we went out to steak n' shake with everyone and natalie's two austrian cousins. That was amusing. It must be really hard to go to another country for the first time and have to sit there and try to understand a language that you understand very little of. Well Christmas was all together a good thing I suppose. I love spending time with my family. It always proves to be interesting. Tonight, Sarah and me are going to drive out to Liz's house for her party. And stop by Tim's house for a couple minutes to say hi. So tonight we will be very fun to see a lot of people that I havent go to hang out with for a long time. Yay!!! -Lindsay The heart does things for reason that reason does not even know.

first of all, i would like to say merry -belated- christmas to everyone, and i am sorry i didnt get a chance to update on saturday. secondly, to natalie, i am so glad that you liked your book. isn't sarah dessen amazing? i strongly suggest the rest of her books, That Summer. Dreamland, Someone Like You, and The Truth About Forever. The Truth About Forever is probably my second favorite, and then the rest are kind of tied, because it's been a while since i've read them. the movie How To Deal (with Mandy Moore) is a mix of That Summer and Someone Like You. But i'm so glad you liked it! now i have to steal it so i can read it again! ;) and i finished the notebook on thursday, and wow that was great. theres just something about nicholas sparks books that makes me bawl...they're wonderful. ahh behold the power of [good] books! and thirdly (wow its like im writing an essay or something) christmas was great. it didnt entirely feel like christmas until yesterday (when we celebrated it with my mom's side of the family) but it was good nonetheless. and i received soo many nice things. my uncle, who's kind of starting a framing/matting business, took a picture of my great-grandmother(who died a few months ago)from when she was seventeen, and framed/matted it for me. its so beautiful. i almost cried when i got it. it's amazing. and to those of you who know of my obsession with aladdin, i finally got the two-disc dvd special edition, and spent two hours the morning of the 24th watchign all the extra stuff. haha. thats just how big of a loser i am. =) oh well, thats why you guys love me, right? oh and i went to target to pick up some things for my mom and get liz's birthday present (natalie and lindsay- u guys are going tomorrow, right?) and guess who i ran into? none other than mrs. batenhorst. only at target could i run into mrs b. haha i almost plowed her over with my cart. she can barely see over the top of the basket. oops. lol. and fourteen people have made blogs? that is crazy. i would just like to remind everyone that it started HERE first!!! thats right- HERE! lol. we're so cool. lol. ok anyway. thats about it...ive gotta go start on making liz's present. *~SaraH~* ps...are we doing anything for new year's?

Germish

So see, the more you talk like a Austrian, the more you become an Austrian, well thats the theory of my madre. However, I beg to differ. But thats not the point, about Gilmore Girls. We have been trying to watch the DVDs but it hasnt been a success....and Natalie, Jess is so much better than Dean! Spanglish is a movie that just came out resintly that i dont really want to see, but again not the point, Germish is the movie we are working on. Natalies duckies are staring at me......theirs one with devil ears on them.....and a pirate that i dont thinks very friendly.

-love, the Anonymous Writer-Y

When Austrians Invade....

Take cover! Take your Chocolate Fondue lotion and your Gilmore Girls DVDs and run for cover! The family is in town!

Yes, it is true. My Austrian family (my grandma and two cousins) has arrived, and Nikki and I are hiding down here in my room because we don't speak German and no one understands us. My mother, who doesn't speak German either, is in Pretend-to-be-German mode, where she just pronounces english words with a German accent, expecting the family to understand her. And my dad...well...he gets pretty mixed up in translation. He could be carrying on two conversations at once, one with me and one with my grandma, and all of a sudden he turns to me and starts talking in rapidfire German, and it isn't until either a) he realizes that I don't understand a word he's saying, or b) I smack him over the head with something heavy, ie. a boob-shaped purse belonging to my sister or a bottle of lotion, does he revert to english. It is particularly interesting when he just blends English and German together haphazardly, so that no one knows what he's talking about. Trust me...he did that all of the time we were in Europe two summers ago...it gets old, although it's hilarity remains.

In other news...Nikki and I went shopping today...sigh. Ah the excellence. Yeah Gilmore Girls DVDs...we haven't gotten to sit down and watch them yet, but...well, it goes without saying that we will know every episode by heart one day, just as we do Boy Meets World.

Well, that's all for tonight. Gilmore Girls calls my name...oh, and everyone, we have a guest entry for tonight. It is....Nicoletta Picolletta Nicolleta Nue, my darling dearest delightfully delish sister. Enjoy.

Peace, love, and Creme Brulee.

YNatalieY

A Very Blogger Christmas

Merry Christmas everybody! It's been great so far, I'm excited for the rest of break. Nikki and I are going shopping tomorrow to take advantage of our gift certificates to the mall and to Bread Co (yummmmmy), so I'm looking forward to that. In other news...Lindsay, Sarah. Do you realize how many people that I know about have created blogs because of ours? 14. 14. 14. Sheesh. I feel like a proud parent. Sigh... and in a couple of days, our blog will be in its second year. 2005! Yikes. I'm....really proud of us. I think now that this year, finally, will bring much better things than this past one. I think that everyone will be able to grow and learn and be better friends, and just live stonger. I love you all! Merry Christmas again! Natalie

This Lullaby

Ahh Sarah, you were so right. This book is absolutely amazing. I started reading it this morning, and...wow. Amazing.

It's not like it even really pertains to my love life one bit. Not even a little bit. But the things that Sarah Dessen says about love in general? Wow. I seriously would not let anyone interrupt my reading today because I really wanted to see what happened. Her characters were so wonderful...even though they weren't me, they were real to me in a way. And I loved that, loved living in their world for today, especially as mine isnt the best at the moment. I loved everything about them, and I really want them back...I want another book about them, just to learn more things. Seriously, my favorite part of the whole thing was when they all threw their drinks at Don's car...completely classic, I can't wait to do that to someone. And I knew what was going to happen between Patty and Don at the start, when she was crying so much...well, in any case. I just loved everything about Remy and her friends, her family, everything. And Dexter. Wow Sarah. Just...wow. Thank you so much for a Christmas present that practically glued me to the sofa for hours on end, and that will undoubtedly do so many many more times in the future.

Merry Christmas eve everyone!

Peace, love, and Christmas trees that fall over every five minutes!

Natalie

as much as i hate to admit it, ive been neglecting the blog. just so much has been happening and i cant put it in here. i feel really bad about that...but i just cant. xanga calls, ya know? and nobody will get that, but oh well. i just thought id explain. but ive gotta go now, cuz im gonna look at this girl's picture that megan is in love with. silly megan. -sarah merry christmas eve!

Christmas Eve Eve

Ehh sorry I haven't been writing lately. Hasn't been much to tell. I'm so amazingly glad that exams are over...I barely have an A now in anatomy as a result, but at least it's all over for awhile. I really need this break, sooo badly. So much going on in my mind...heh, well, it's a complicated place up there.

I'm tired. And I don't really feel too well.

Night night. Merry Christmas-eve eve!

Natalie

in response to megan's comment, i bet its not what you think. trust me. and theres been more since then...it'll be ok...i promise. man i think ive been saying that a lot lately...sooner or later i'll probably believe it. hopefully sooner. wow that sounds really...depressed. im not depressed i promise. (see, i do promise a lot) but its ok. for real. there, thats better.

Let It Go

Sarah, let it go. And yes I do. eight simple words. but thats all i needed.

Exams, Day 1

I haven't written in forever...shame on me...but don't expect a real entry until Wednesday, exams come first...or second...or somewhere. Today's Exams: Acting: yeah monologue written as other people were performing theirs Pre-calculus: easy breezy?? oohhh yes wow first time a math exam is easy Creative Writing: please... I live in constant awe of Cara Dineen. She wrote and sang the most amazing song...she told me she would give me a copy of the lyrics tomorrow, so if anyone wants to see them, ask. She...is my idol, lol. Natalie

S Club 7

heh, oh yeah, anyone remember these guys??? heh thats awesome... well i dont know here's one of their song lyrics that I kinda liked and thought maybe you guys would like too....

Everybody's got something

They had to leave behind

One regret from yesterday

That just seems to grow with time

There's no use looking back or wondering

How it could be now or might have been

All this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go

I never had a dream come true

'Till the day that I found you

Even though, I pretend that I've moved on

You'll always be my baby

I never found the words to say

You're the one I think about each day

And I know no matter where life takes me to

A part of me will always be with you

Ooooooohh yeah

Somewhere in my memory I've lost all sense of time

And tomorrow can never be

'Cause yesterday is all that fills my mind

There's no use looking back or wondering

How it should be now or might have been

All this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go

I never had a dream come true

'Till the day that I found you

Even though I pretend that I've moved on

You'll always be my baby

I never found the words to say

You're the one I think about each day

And I know no matter where life takes me to

A part of me will always be with you

You'll always be the dream that fills my head

Yes you will, say you will, you know you will, oh baby

You'll always be the one I know I'll never forget

There's no use looking back or wondering

Because love is a strange and funny thing

No matter how I try and try I just can't say good-bye, no, no, no, no

I never had a dream come true

Till the day that I found you

Even though, I pretend that I've moved on

You'll always be my baby

I never found the words to say

You're the one I think about each day

And I know no matter where life takes me to

A part of me will always be

A part of me will always be with you

Ooooooohh

Yeah so hope y'all enjoy that... heh so yeah exams are super fun.... heh.... but the good news only two more days left.... heh oh yeah great news....

-Lindsay

God Bless My Country Music

man o man. i saw him today. first time in six months, and it was today. during my morality exam. he's all the same. a little taller, and skinnier perhaps. (if thats even possible.) but he was there. its so unreal. it was almost, as much as i hate to say it, awkward. it was just weird being right there with him after so long. after wanting so badly for just that to happen. and it did, and i have no idea what to think. oh gosh. its the very beginning of a roller coaster...the slow, up hill climb before it all starts rushing down... what would i do without my country music... Ain't it wild what a little flame can make you wanna do I melt every time you look at me that way It never fails, anytime, any place This burn in me is the coolest thing I've ever felt I melt Don't know how you do it I love the way I lose it, every time What's even better Is knowing that forever you're all mine The closer you get, the more my body aches One little stare from you is all it takes -Rascal Flatts and a new LeAnne Womack song i heard on the radio today...this is just bits and pieces of it... everybody has someone that they cant help but want... i know its wrong, but it aint easy movin on... im gonna hate myself in the morning, but im gonna love you tonight... oh boy. -sarah

i talked to him today, and i think everything is ok. im not angry or sad or anything; this is actually for the best. it turns out all the thoughts i was having, about it being awkward, he was having too. except he actually did something about it. we're still going to be friends, and talk and hang out. and im not gonna let it just be the "oh we broke up and said we're gonna be friends but its actually going to be really weird between us" scenario take place. i am serious about us still talking and creating/maintaining a good friendship. so yeah. and exams are actually happening...i still dont like that they are before christmas...but i guess that i will like it when they are over? who knows. but i do know that i havent studied as much as i have today in a long time. so lets keep our fingers crossed that we all do excellent on our exams! -sarah

J's

so does this delete the J problem? or does it make it worse?

Blessed.

When i think howlife use to be

Always walking in the shadows

Then i look at what you've given me

I feel like dancing on my tip toes

I must say that everyday i wake

and realize you're by my side

I know i'm so Blessed

Blessed for everything you've given me

Blessed for all the tenderness you show

Do my best with every breath that's in me

Blessed to make sure u never go

There are times that i test your faith

Til you think you mite surrender

Baby I'm, I'm not ashamed to say that

my hopes were growing slender

You walked by in the nik of time looking like an anwsered prayer

You know I'm truely Blessed

Blessed for everything you've given me

Blessed for all the tenderness you show

Do my best with every breath that's in me

Blessed to make sure u never go

Blessed with love and understanding

Blessed when i hear you call my name(when i hear you call my name baby)

Do my Best with faith that's never ending

Blessed to make sure you feel the same

Deep inside of me you fill me with your gentle touch

You know I'm truely Blessed

Blessed for everything you've given me

Blessed for all the tenderness you show

Do my best with every breath that's in me

Blessed to see you never go(never never never go)

If you get there before I do, don't give up on me. I'll meet you when my chores are through, I don't know how long I'll be. I'm not gonna let you down, darlin' wait and see. And between now and then, when I see you again, I'll be loving you, Love, Me. -Collin Raye

Dog Hair.

Apparently my hair is like a dog's shiny fur coat. lol. well at least thats what rob told me today, and i am incredibly amused. just picture me wiht like german shepherd hair or something...hahaha. funny, isnt it? well i thought so. anyway. cheer tonight. heh yeah cheer. it wasnt too bad, except i definately have the worst cold ever and i kept doing backhandsprings...dont ask me why...and we lost by two points. bummer. oh well. the losing part doesnt bother me too much, (well not at all, actually) but the yucky feeling in my stomach does. :( and im starving cuz i havent eaten since lunch, but at the same time nothing sounds good. so im kinda screwed. and we have to cheer tomorrow...and im kinda worried about that...i dont know what im gonna do...eh thinking. oh and i found out some good gossip today about a certain hot soccer coach teacher. its mighty juicy if i do say so myself...but what i kind of person would i be if i posted this gossip on the internet? a horrible person, thats who. so ha im not gonna say it. ;-) heehee. and this week is going soooo slowly. i dont know why but it is dragging on and on and on. i bought a really cute outfit for school mass friday. its so not me, but its really cute so i love it. and im getting new boot shoes things tomorrow. they remind me of natalie shoes cuz they're pointy toed and heeled and stuff. so yay for new shoes! but i really do feel sick right now, so im gonna get going...hmmm sleep sounds good. =) loving someone require a leap of faith, and a soft landing is never gauranteed... -from a review of the Sarah Dessen book This Lullaby 'night! *~SaraH~*

Binary Code

Ok, so, I figured out the binary code in Joe's blog in about 32 seconds. The alphabet. Heh wow that was so easy. Plus....ahem....someone didn't convert all of the bases correctly...lol ha so there. Yeah me. My turn to write something in the code, and just watch....I'm sure that I converted the bases correctly. 01110.00001.10100.00001.01100.01001.00101 01001.10011 10100.01000.00101 00010.00101.10011.10100 (.) are to distinguish between letters, spaces between words...take that! Hah yeah math...lol, just lying...but I now know binary code! Yeah me! Peace, love, and the fact that I win....:-D Natalie

Pink Guitar

I'm feeling really productive today. I read a lot in Ordinary People for creative writing, and typed up three of my poems so that I have something concrete to show Mrs. Potthast if she asks tomorrow. I also finished another one of my anatomy packets and colored all of those diagrams. I think that I'll do some studying for anatomy tonight, and then I'll get to sleep early. That was my intention last night, but it didn't really happen because I couldn't fall asleep for awhile. Odd. Ahh any news to share? Nothing much here, really. Nikki just bought a pink electric guitar on ebay...heh, lovely...it is really cool looking. One of her Christmas presents. I can see her playing in now...lol...aww it's going to be so cute. She is definitely the type of person who would love something like that, and love being good at it. Natalie

The Most Unaccountable of Machinery

"My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery – always buzzing, humming, soaring, roaring, diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?" - Virginia Woolf My view of the human brain differs greatly from the facts and diagrams listed in my anatomy textbook. I ignore scientific talk about the cerebrum or the cerebellum; only a person bent on confusing poor students would name two areas so closely located names that sound virtually the same. In reality, the brain is made up of countless rooms, much like the rooms of a house. In these rooms, memories and dreams are stored, just waiting to be examined and revisited. The brain’s first room is the room of knowledge; its appearance bears a strange resemblance to a slightly cluttered office. Knowledge tumbles into the room from what appears to be a mail chute: historical facts, new words, and interesting trivia are then sorted into their respective bins. A large file cabinet attracts my immediate attention; its label tells me that it is filled with useless trivia, such as football statistics and song lyrics. Every category of useless knowledge that I own has its own file, and they range in topic from the answers to KLOU’s mystery movie quotes in the morning to horoscopes from Seventeen magazine. The room’s second most prominent object is a desk, piled high with Charlotte Brontë novels and favorite poems. Nouns, verbs, and, heaven help me, punctuation marks sit in little labeled containers on the desk in place of pens and pencils. An ever-growing dictionary houses a vocabulary that I wish were slightly more impressive; yellow post-it notes on a bulletin board over the desk prompt my memory with uses for iambic pentameter and notes on the correct way to divide polynomials. The desk drawers themselves house many objects of interest; boxes of prime numbers, bottles of primary colors, and jars of rhyming words sit among the clutter of state capitals, quotes from T.S. Eliot, and the names of Henry VIII’s many wives. My eyes travel to the room’s one irritating spot – a small hole in the center of the floor, through which items of knowledge, such as the quadratic formula or the purpose of mathematics in general, seem to enjoy falling. The hole remains there day after day, and no amount of cramming seems to be able to plug it. The second room of the brain is more like a garden: a memory garden, to be exact. Memories grow like flowers in their separate flower beds. The first bed houses rose-like memories, memories sweet to recall now, but that were not obtained without their share of sorrows, hence the roses’ thorns. Falling in love is one of these memories, surrounded by the thorns of loss. Then there are the daisy-like memories – compliments, happy conversations, and good advice grow in this bed, little spots of sunshine in a full garden. Poinsettias grow along the garden’s fence; these memories are poisonous to remember, memories of past embarrassments and fights with friends. Poinsettias always tend to show up in my memory garden, no matter how I struggle to eradicate them. The best that I can do is to make sure that they don’t affect the rest of the garden’s blossoms. Lawn gnomes appear here and there throughout the garden, although I have not yet discovered a purpose for them; they do, however, serve as awfully handy items for tripping over. In the center of the garden there is a small pond – a reflection pool. In this pool, images of past decisions and thoughts swirl by, as I decide whether or not I acted wisely in certain situations. A tall tree grows in the corner of my memory garden; the "Lessons Learned" tree, it is called. Consequences of breaking a promise, of telling a lie, of revealing a secret are forever carved into its surface, preventing me from making further blunders in those areas. Other lessons – coping with the death of a loved one, the pain of being betrayed by a friend – are etched only onto the tree’s green leaves. These lessons are perennial, and must be forgotten at some point and learned once again in the future; only in this way is it possible to forget the pain of those lessons and to be able to trust and love once more. Next, I enter my thought room; it looks very much like my own family room, with comfortable sofas, a television, and a stereo system. My thoughts roll across the television screen at lightning pace, intermingled with images sent to the brain from my eyes. Sounds of my life form a continuous soundtrack that issues from the stereo; dogs barking, whispered conversations, and Frank Sinatra form the melody in the background. A cheerful fire burns in the fireplace, slowly turning logs labeled "Prejudice," "Hate," and "Resentment" to ash. On the mantle above the fireplace sits a row of framed photographs, the faces of the people I cherish most. A newspaper on the coffee table lists new ideas, all of which I intend to consider before accepting or discarding their merit. An elegant chess board draws my attention; each move represents a decision I must make, smaller choices being the movement of a pawn, while larger decisions call for the strategies of the queen. Dreams deserve a room all their own. As I enter the room, I see that it resembles a trophy room most closely. Glass cases line the walls on either side of me. The cases are filled with childhood dreams; an Olympic gold medal awarded to the world’s best gymnast is placed next to a certificate claiming me to be the winning jockey in the Kentucky Derby. To my left, countless adolescent manuscripts boast shiny golden Newbery medals, and an Oscar sits in the place of honor. At the end of the room, one case is illuminated more brightly than the others. This case houses the dreams of today. An official looking college diploma, the university’s name of which is still quite blurry, congratulates me for my hard work. A miniature doll house, a lovely Victorian with a secret passageway and a turret, represents the house I want more than any other. A small diary holds the rest of my dreams, the ones I dare not tell anyone else just yet; to these, only I hold the key. I climb a spiral staircase to the brain’s attic, where I enter a room filled with things I have forgotten. Uninteresting book plots, seldom used telephone numbers, and a year’s worth of chemistry formulas sit in their respective corners, quickly gathering dust. I kneel in front of a dusty wooden chest labeled "Childhood Innocence;" in it lay hours of restless waiting for Santa Claus to arrive, a knowledge that at some point during the night, the Tooth Fairy would replace my useless baby tooth with a crisp dollar, and countless Easter mornings spent hunting for my basket, only to find it under my bed or in the washing machine. Those childhood feelings are often forgotten; I must continually dust them off in order to recapture the feeling of being a young. A large cardboard box houses the glory of major events that have passed; seventeen years worth of Academy Award winners and Superbowl champions bask in forgotten victories. Dusty yearbooks contain faded photographs of grade-school teachers and second grade valentines. Their faces, blurred by time, are almost as forgotten as the periodic table. My last destination, my comfort zone, looks almost exactly like my bedroom at home. In it, I am surrounded by all of my favorite things. The movie Grease plays continuously on the television, interrupted only by home videos and the occasional "Boy Meets World" rerun. The air in the room alternates in smell from my mother’s perfume, to chocolate pudding, to a certain boy’s cologne. Under my bed, different shoeboxes store inside jokes, favorite sounds, and a never-ending supply of Hershey kisses. My comfort zone is the place to which I retire when I need to relax; it is where I go to take a load off of my mind. I suppose that my view of the brain differs from that of most people. But honestly...who really cares where the cerebellum is located? It is our memories and our thoughts that make our brains special, our hopes and our dreams that make us individuals. The brain really has nothing to do with anatomy whatsoever; instead, it is the main factor that distinguishes one human being from another.

Dashboard Confessional

Dashboard Confessional is amazing. i found it in my cd case and put it in and layed in my bed for an hour just listening to the words...man o man... heres some of it: chasing the ghost of a good thing...its getting a way from you again, well you're chasing ghosts...i guess its luck but its the same. hard luck uve been trying to tame. maybe its love but its like u said, love is like a role that we play. but i believe in u so much, i could die for the words that you say. man o man. -sarah

Hillbillies Rule

Elly and I just got done performing our hillbilly skit from "Coming Around the Mountain" in acting class today...lol so hilarious! We got over 100%, so yay for us! We had to speak in hillbilly accents...and aww....it was just so fun. Elly was Elviry, also known as Maw Judkins; she was waiting for her husband to return, as he had gotten lost somehow. I was Ann, an elderly mountain ranger hunting for a masked bandit. Some of the things said in that play...ha....seriously, the funniest thing ever. Now....close your eyes....imagine me and Elly as hillbillies....hehehe Lots to do tonight. I have cheer practice right after school today, then I have to finish writing my lit paper and get started on the week's work. I have lots to do before exams...I should really organize time periods for working on things, which I'll probably do sometime today. Things are really getting down to the homestretch in the exam department...I'm sure that over Christmas break, I'll be very happy that we had exams beforehand, but right now...yeah pressure. Cheer schedule for the week....games on Wednesday and Thursday, and the one on Wednesday night is here. I don't think I can cheer the one on Thursday night; that one's in Borgia, I believe. Sigh....at least it's basketball. I cannot tell you how much I prefer cheering bball to cheering football or soccer, especially when its so cold out now. The windiness today is absolutely ridiculous. Puh. Eek I just remembered the crazy amount of French homework that I have to do for tomorrow. Blah. Oh well. I'm still in a pretty good mood at the moment...I really hope that it lasts for awhile at least. Peace, love, and hillbillies.... YNatalieY

Ahh The Weekend

It is now over. :-\ I wish it didn't have to end. Back to school, and to the reality of work, tests, projects, and exams. Sigh.

Today was really good. As Sarah said, she, Lindsay, and I went Christmas shopping at Mid Rivers, and we got some really good stuff. Joe Siebelts is the easiest boy in the world to shop for, lol. We got him some good stuff. :-D Ahh but it was nice to go shopping, the three of us and all. I miss that. We need to do that more often.

Good talks with Sarah. Everything will be good at some point. It has to.

That's all for tonight. I love you everybody! Night night!

Natalie

All Good Things End In Bread Co.

ahh today. it was wonderful. i slept in, and when i woke up i talked to natalie and we made plans to go shopping. and lindsay got to come too, which made the day even better. so we trekked (trecked?) to the mall and and embarked on a great shopping day. we bought some good presents, and i have to say the one for dana is the best!! yay! i have no idea what i am going to get lindsay or jeff...and im kind of worried about it. i refuse to take the easy way out and just get cologne/ perfume or bath and body stuff or something like that. thats sooo....generic. presents have to mean something. so im not sure...something will come to me. and after we dropped lindsay off around 4 natalie and i went to bread co, where we talked and ate and talked some more for an hour. it was great. we talked about everything. it was awesome. and i cant wait for girls night. we have to have one over christmas break...and oh man christmas break. i have a feeling that christmas break is going to bring a lot of new things...and the new year will definately be a new beginning...just as last year's was. oh gosh. it should be interesting, thats for sure. i just really hope and pray that i dont screw anything up. eeks. *~SaraH~* amazing amazing song... my life is like a roller coaster ride The ups and downs and crazy turns along the way It'll throw you off if you don't hold on tight You can't really smile until you've shed some tears I could die today or I might live on for years I love this crazy, tragic, Sometimes almost magic, Awful, beautiful life

Short Post

This is just going to be a short post to say...well...that I just had a really good weekend. I haven't done any work yet, which I'm sure I will regret at some point, but I've just had lots of fun with my friends and everything. And I've really just needed this weekend. Friday I went ice skating with Katiebug and Krissy and Joe and everyone, and...although I am horrible at it...I really had a great time. I also discovered that Red Robin's has the best fries ever and really good milkshakes. Today...Josephville school Christmas play, Journey to Bethlehem, Dairy Queen, Blockbuster, and finally, home to watch movies. Hopefully I will get to go Christmas shopping tomorrow with Lindsay and Sarah, if they are still going. I just feel pretty happy right now, and I like it. Natalie

a scarred wound has been ripped open...and the blood just keeps coming...

horoscopes.

i dont believe in horoscopes. yeah, i love to read them and they usually amuse me. but its quite scary when they kinda make sense with what is going on in ur life... here are two different horoscopes from two different magazines. seventeen: at a special party you might run into an ex that still makes your heart fultter. but you'll have to use your intuition to decide if its worth trying him again. marie claire: make pease with a memory that haunts you, and support will be forthcoming from someone who loves you and then in the love catgegory of the marie claire magazine: show courage and caution simultaneously (a lesson learned the hard way) and you'll find what you need the most. kinda creepy, huh? *~SaraH~* and this was inspired by something i read in a magazine: believe what your heart knows, not what your brain thinks.

The Nose Knows

ok keep in mind this is a rough draft...i havent really edited it yet, and ive got a headache so it probably wont be edited for a while. but i really like this one, and i hope you do too!!! Random, every day experiences trigger memories. A small phrase recalls an “inside joke,” a brief noise suggests a funny time, and “a picture is worth a thousand words.” All of these have ways of transferring us to a different time and place, and causing us to relive memorable events. But a simple photograph does not reincarnate anything for me; scent is my strongest memory trigger. Simply smelling a certain aroma causes various memories to float into my head, and the smell of certain colognes and perfumes brings back adventures and experiences I hope I never forget. My father’s parents live in Alabama on the beach. The first thing I do when we arrive at their twelfth floor condominium is run to the balcony and breath in the salty air. Smelling the ocean clears my head. It sweeps away momentary problems and relaxes my mind. Gliding over the ocean on my grandfather’s Damn Boat forces the salty air into my nose and spreads a smile across my face. The smell of the ocean is the scent of summer. It is constant— always salty and thick, warm, but cold and moist at the same time. No matter how much I change, how much I grow up, or how much I learn, the smell of the ocean is always the same, waiting for me summer after summer. The salty tanginess of the ocean reminds me that no matter what happens, my family always has Alabama. And if just for a week, we are as calm and relaxed as the ocean on a sunny summer day. My Grandmother Joan, my mother’s mother, lives in a 150 year old house in the city of Quincy, Illinois. It is the picturesque “Grandma’s House,” and literally “over the river and through the woods.” The smell of my grandmother’s house is unique— musty and tainted with history. It smells of a roast slow cooking in a crock pot, and double chocolate brownies baking in the oven; corned beef cooking on the stove, and bread toasting in an old toaster. The air is clouded with the scents of my family—the various perfumes of my cousins and me, the hairspray from my mother, and the different deodorants of my father and uncles. The culmination of these scents creates the unique atmosphere of my grandmother’s house. Each scent separately is nothing spectacular, but when combined they create the powerful ambience of my grandmother’s house. Nothing describes my grandmother’s house as well as the overwhelming scent of the mixture that is my family. Two years ago I began high school. The summer of 2002 introduced me to high school cheerleading, and three new girls I would be spending the next four years with. Caroline, Megan, Ashley and I had cheered for Assumption, and took on the challenge of teaching Laura, Lisa, and Natalie all that came with the pom-poms. Summer cheerleading camp at Stephen’s College taught us new skills, difficult cheers, and a love for the Victoria Secret perfume, Lovespell. Lovespell was (and still is) the scent of cheerleading. I do not remember who had it first, but I remember everyone wanted it. By the end of the summer, all seven of us had at least one bottle. When school started, and 7 a.m. practices began, we sprayed Lovespell in toxic amounts. When a girl walked into the locker room, she didn’t ask “Who has the perfume?” Instead, she would ask, “Which cheerleader sprayed the Lovespell?” And we would giggle and continue to primp for school. To this day, Lovespell remains the scent of cheerleading. It is no longer my favorite perfume, and I rarely wear it; but when I do, or smell it on someone else, I drift back to Stephen’s College, the dirty dorms, and the scent of Lovespell that brought us together. As shown with the Lovespell obsession, most girls like perfume, or as Dana and I often called it, “good smelly stuff.” Our bond began because of several things: boys, cheerleading, and a love of Tommy Girl perfume. Tommy Girl was our signature scent— a vital ingredient to what made us “Sarah and Dana.” New Year’s Eve, what we call our first adventure, began with a careful spritzing of Tommy Girl. When we first met our then boyfriends, they told us they were drawn in because we always smelled so nice. We even sprayed a get well card to my then boyfriend with Tommy Girl, and when the scent faded away, he made us spray it again. Over time, Tommy Girl became more than liquid in a bottle. Before every outing, we had a routine. We curled our hair, brushed our teeth, applied eyeliner (liquid, not pencil) and mascara, and sprayed on our Tommy Girl. Every time I wear that perfume, I remember the first three months of our friendship. Tommy Girl represents our crazy adventures, our countless inside jokes, our various boys, and unforgettable memories. The crisp, sweet, summery scent of Tommy Girl takes me back to last January when our friendship was just beginning. And even though Dana now lives in Michigan, Tommy Girl perfume crosses the 600 mile difference and joins us together. There are two types of “good smelly stuff.” The kind that bonds girls together, such as the Lovespell and Tommy Girl, and the kind that attracts girls to boys (and boys to girls, I assume.) Curve for Men is one of the second types. The first vivid memory I have of Jake at the musical is standing by the make shift dressing room and him shoving his tiny bottle of Curve into his shoe. “Can’t leave home without this stuff,” he told me. And from then on I associated Curve for Men with Jake. Whenever we went out, he would wear Curve. Just by standing near him I could smell the cologne; Curve’s scent, combined with his effect on me, almost made my knees buckle. While I haven’t been near him in months, anytime I smell Curve for Men I think of Jake and remember the experiences we shared. Those short three months have influenced my life forever, and Curve for Men reminds me of that. The smell of Curve is probably the strongest scent tied to a memory. We are made of our past. Human nature causes us to cling to memories, and we use all means possible to do so. Many people create “memory boxes” filled with old ticket stubs, pictures, or dead flowers. But my “memory box” is my nose. Scents of all kinds keep my past alive. The aroma of food cooking in my grandmother’s kitchen spurs recollections of past family celebrations. The salty ocean breeze relaxes my body and reminds me of my happy family. And the scent of certain colognes and perfumes creates a picture show in my head. A cologne or perfume means nothing without the person wearing it, and the same cologne on two separate people smells differently. The simple notes of a cologne combine with the natural scent of a person and create a symphony of smells. Without that special symphony, a cologne would have no significance. Scents are more than a sensation in my nose; they are the memory box of my life.

What A Day

Gosh what a galoshy day I had! So, I picked Sarah up in my galosh and drove her to the basketball game. On our way there, we hit a galosh! It wasn't our fault...we think it committed suicide. When we got to Troy, I started to galosh inconsolably. Sadly, we were using our galoshes to cheer, and I didn't know, so I looked stupid because I didn't have them. All the cheerleaders around me, shaking their galoshes, and I...didn't have them...it was a galoshy tragedy. So our team totally galoshed the other team...70 to 43 or something like that...and I was in a pretty good mood when, on the way home, some stupid semi was completely galoshing me! Seriously, he was way too close. So I moved into the other lane, stuck my galosh up at him, and kept driving. Sarah told him to stick something up his galosh. He was a meanie head. Then I dropped Sarah off at her galosh, and came home and ate a nice galosh with my family. I am now about to write a galosh for lit class, due on Tuesday I think. Wish me galosh! Sarah...no more galoshing with Jeff... Just galoshing! Natalie

wow lindsay that is so funny. im amused. and if u think about it, we got off school because a lady was conceived on this day thousounds of years ago. heh, yeah old people having sex. haha. cheering in troy...how stupid. we did alright, so thats good. but, correct me if im wrong, but isnt the point of cheerleaders to lead the crowd in cheers? well how can you lead the crowd when there is no crowd? i dont understand. oh well. i just do as im told. thats about it for today....right now im debating whether or not to call jeff...i hate calling boys. as stupid as that is. (well boys im dating that is...not just boys that r friends...) and someone im always the one doing the calling...so who knows. whatever. heh stupid galoshes. *~SaraH~*

Yeah Cheering

Just a quick note to say that I am getting ready to go cheer a basketball game in Troy! I am picking up Sarah in about an hour and taking her, so perhaps this game will be fun. We have Caroline's lib (without a front spot) really well and I am really proud of us. Yay! So that's pretty much all for right now. I'm really glad that we didn't have school today...I had a good time last night and I got to sleep in a bit this morning, which is good, but then I spent most of the day with my family. Yeah untangling Christmas lights. Well that's all for now, I'll write more later if I feel like it. Happy Mary's conception day! YNatalieY

Immaculate Conception of Mary day!!!

Yeah so its wednesday and we have no school because its the immacualte conception of mary and its a holy day of obligation. Woo hoo.... but wow the funniest thing just happened to me. So my neighbor who lives across the street, who i've known my whole life, who ofter forgets her keys to her house so she has to come over and get our spare key set to her house. So she had a half day of school today, and so she forgot her key and came over to my house walks says hi to me and gets her keys from our cabinets, and then comes back and goes wait why are you not at school. Heh and I was like um.... immaculate conception of mary. And she said um.... whats that... and she was like... oh i know its when you catholics worship mary.... (um... shes lutheran and goes to lutheran high school) and i was like.. um.... no... we dont worship mary.... and she said umm... you have a freakin' prayer called "Hail Mary.." .... heh...and shes like wow I am so glad I am not catholic, and I was said... um... why?... and she was like I would so not be good at it... Oh... wow.... crazy lutherans.... -Lindsay

Puh Puh Puh! And....Puh!

I hate: - crying uncontrollably for over an hour - wanting to throw things, doing so, and breaking a lamp - feeling like this will never end - wanting so much to be happy...and then being happy for, like, a night...and then BAM! back to this nothingness again - asparagus - causing other people pain - feeling physical, mental, and spiritual pain all at the same time - the feeling that I really need to get away from all of this for awhile...and then trying to do that...and getting sucked right back into it again - the fact that I'm posting this in the blog, where I know everyone will read it and worry...but don't, please. Nothing new is troubling me. It's the same old song...but, God, it gets old and hurts more than ever, even now. Now that I've gotten all of that out, my intent is to focus on having a good evening. I know that I will be able to, as long as I can tear myself away from, well, every single thing that I am thinking about right now. Tootles! And yay for December 7! Natalie

here's one i heard, thats about dreams...its a little different, but i like it too... sometimes you have to stop chasing your dreams and let them catch up with you

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"dont be pushed by your problems. be led by your dreams." -anonymous

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i found out some...interesting news today. and i dont like it. im really shocked by it, actually. its just...different. nothing i ever thought would happen. or even could dream of possibly happening. honestly, i dont truly understand it. and it hurts. i think in a way its my fault. and i feel so bad about that. i wish there was something i could do to change it...but im really not sure if there is. so if your reading this, im sorry, ok? on another note. cheerleading wasnt bad today. our stunt group is amazing. caroline is probably the best flyer on our squad. and i refuse to base laura. whatever happens, its my fault. its definately not because of her arching and not staying steady....but whatever. i give up. im not gonna worry about it anymore. im just not gonna do it (try to base her, that is.) and i talked to dana today. she is doing good. not pregnant, and on birth control. so yay for that. her family is completely eff-ed up, but theres nothing anybody can do about that. and this is completely random, but i started running today. im gonna do it every day after school. i have got to get in shape for swimming. im sooooo out of shape its not even funny. so i figure a little cardio every day to build up my lungs and stuff is a good thing. cuz theres this thing, with swimming, where you have to hold you breath, and having weak lungs tends to hinder that process. so yeah. haha wow im stupid. but thats ok, cuz thats why you all love me, right? Right. lol. ok well im done. *~SaraH~* ps...joe, practice your aim and get it in the hole...ok? (get you minds out of the gutter people...im talking about a banana and the trash can!)

Monday, Monday...

Yes it is Monday again...for the most part, I had a really, really good weekend. Lots of studying to do tonight because of the pre-cal quiz tomorrow...I hope I at least know some of the things that I ought to know. Sheesh I really hope so. No school Wednesday! Yay for Immaculate Conception! Blah to the fact that we have to cheer a basketball game that night...and Friday night, too. There's one tomorrow, but....no thank you. Yesterday was really funny. Speech meet...lol...Rob and I got red ribbons, and each time we performed we had to go after these two boys who were absolutely amazing... so I am thinking that we did pretty well. I'm happy, at least...I know that we'll do wonderful again if we do the next meet in February. Lots of craziness at this point in time...I wish that the craziness would stop. Puh. But there is lots of goodness, too. I'm happy that things are going well for a few people (they know who they are), and I am truly sorry to the people for whom things aren't exactly the best (they also know who they are). I am here for all of you. Thanks for always being there for me in return. Natalie

i know i cant believe its december. time has passed soooo fast. these past 5 months have been a roller coaster of emotions for each of us, each in different ways. its been crazy. and we have all learned so much about ourselves, each other, and life in general. i love it, and wouldnt have it any other way! so its december 5...20 days till christmas...26 days till new years...15 days till exams, 18 days till christmas break...13 days till jake...man o man so many countdowns. needless to say, the next month is going to bring a lot of new-ness...it should prove interesting... this weekend was full of work. im so glad it is over. it is sunday night at last...thank God...and now im exausted and have tons of studying stupid spanish words ahead of me...so i suppose i could go do that...meh to school...and next weekend bad, if not worse, working friday and saturday night till 11...there goes my social life...ehhh i wanna sleep... -sarah

DeCeMbEr

Hey all. Just updating because I feel obligated to... No way am I about to start ignoring the blog! Lindsay, Sarah... can you believe that it's December already? The blog is in its 5th month! I am so proud of us. We have, like, a gazillion entries. I am so glad that I've gotten to know so much about you guys through this...we've learned so much about how we think, and what we think... and we've recorded so many different feelings and thoughts and good times and bad times...thank you so much for all of that. I love you both! YNatalieY

It's the Same Old Song

My seeming bipolar-ness is once again in its happy stage. Lindsay and I are good now...I am on good terms with the world in general, I am thinking...and the fact that I finished my history paper last night so I don't have to do anything but the bibliography today definitely boosts my mood. Ahh if only exams weren't on the horizon and I didn't have to worry about those, and about the last minute projects and tests that come before them. This weekend, I will not worry about them. I will do some work, yes, but I am also promising myself that I will have fun and reconnect with the people that I have become distanced from in the past few weeks. For some odd reason, I take a lot of comfort out of being in the computer lab during my morning study hall. It's pretty quiet, and cool....a nice, welcome-to-the-morning-have-a-good-day kind of atmosphere. I have my good classes today, too....all except anatomy, which I should do some reading and work for later in the hour...and lots to do after school today. Rob and I have practice for our scene right after school again...we aren't in speech, but we're helping Mrs. Potthast and doing a scene from See How They Run by Philip Barry for the speech meet at Duchesne this Sunday. It's really fun! The scene is utterly confusing, but really funny once you understand the play itself. Then, later, we have to cheer our first basketball game somewhere in St. Charles, I forget where. Hopefully that will be fun...haven't cheered in a long time, and I think basketball season will be better than football and soccer. Song I heard on the way to school yesterday...fun fun! I really like it, it is very 80s-ish...I'm not usually the biggest fan of 80s music, but I like this song. So...here it is. A present. Love Is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar We are young, heartache to heartache we stand No promises, no demands Love is a battlefield We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong Searchin' our hearts for so long All of us knowing, love is a battlefield You're makin' me go, then makin' me stay Why do you hurt me so bad It would help me to know, do I stand in your way Or am I the best thing you've had Believe me, believe me, I can't tell you why But I'm trapped by your love and I'm chained to your side When I'm losing control, will you turn me away Or touch me deep inside And if all this gets old, will it still feel the same There's no way this will die But if we get much closer I could lose control And if your heart surrenders you'll need me to hold Alrighty. Enough for study hall. I'm done! Ehh and I'm so hungry...food sounds soo good. Bye bye! Peace, love, and peanut butter... YNatalieY

i dont want this week to end. i want school to keep going and the weekend cant come. how messed up is that? saturday i have to work from 3-11. usually i dont mind working. but i hate working super late. and im stuck with beals (who i am convinced has a crush on ashley, even though he has a girlfriend and a kid) and lindsay (who is the biggest bitch ever- and i have no idea why she works at walgreens when she hates all people. oh and this isnt lindsay from the blog...) so grrr. and then i have to work saturday from 11-4, which isnt too bad. and friday night i am babysitting for my siblings because it is my daddy's birthday and my mom and him are going to a christmas party. and i have no problems babysitting-except that my weekend is gonna suck. so im trying to convince them to let me have people over--hopefully jeff, cuz we're not gonna get to do anything any other time this weekend. so i dunno. but its gonna be bad and i just want it to be sunday night so it will all be over. but i must go now...gonna relax a little bit... oh and tomorrow cheerleading starts again. basketball season...woohoo...not. this little break has been wonderful. 'night. ~*SaraH~*

ok...

Well.... Um... Rob... I just found your comment on one of my previous posts.. "not content"... If you could please talk to me about this, I would greatly appreciate it. Because I do not find a blog comment to be an adequate way of communicating these feelings. I'm willing to talk to you. Please do. Lets try to better understand one another... because apparently we dont. -Lindsay