Bringing Up the Bones was a very good book. I finished it today. It's short, though. As I started it today. It's so. . . realistic. The writing style. The ending made me sad and happy at the same time. Anyway.
I watched The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers last night with my step-dad, as he wasn't able to watch it due to prison. Later on we're going to watch Return of the King. Not that I have an illegally burned version on CD or anything. I'm a good kid, I'm a good kid. . .
I haven't really done anything as of late. I really need to clean my room, but I don't even want to go in there. I mean, having that space where I can just get away from everything would be soothing, but then again, I don't want to be in there. I want to be alone, but I don't want to have to get away to do it. My mum said she would help me clean it, but I don't want her going through all my stuff. I mean, maybe she will find something to use against me. A note. A drawing. A poem. A story. Soemthing like that. She wouldn't do that, though. Only my dad. So why do I feel like this? She wants to help so she can be closer to me, I'm assuming. But then again, I've assumed some pretty stupid shit and got fucked for it. Not literally. Though that doesn't seem like a bad idea. I should just become a whore with no feelings. Hm. . . the possibilities.
Well, according to Timmy, I'm hot. Wow. Uhm. . . yeah, there's not much I can say except. . "Huh-what?" Yep. That lad will never make any sense to me. Ever. Oh well.
I got to debate today. Yes. I was furious, so it didn't get me anywhere, really. I know I won, because before I stormed out of the class, everyone was like "O_O" yeah. *sigh* I hate people ;_;
Sorry this is so short. I've really nothing to say. xoxo
It's almost St. Valentines Day. . . and you all know what that means. . .
TRACK TRYOUTS ARE NEXT WEEK!!!
Angelica told me because I had absolutely no idea when the tryouts were. I am going to do it. I vow. Dammit. I want to get out and do something. I want to get in perfect shape. I want to compete and prove how
good awesome I am. I did it in 7th grade and I was wonderful, so how much could have changed? Besides the fact that my knee is totally fucked. But let's forget about that for now. I'm going to get crutches and all will be well with the world, because you held my hand. . . and saved my brain.
I'm going to bake cookies for St. Valentines. I told Craig he could have some, and I told Miles he couldn't. Miles is so mean. But we had a funny conversation today about vaseline. . . in the bathroom. . . alone. Yeah. That's pretty much all that was said. I was like "Ah! I don't want to know!" but everything we said somehow led back to that. Hehe, it was funny. And then he (miles) was like "The corner of your eye is so. . . sexy. And white. Yeah. . because it's not burned." *thud* He's so weird. Now let us randomly quote Monty Python, shall we? Didn't think so.
It hurts to type because it's so cold. Hm. Maybe in school tomorrow I'll draw a Valentine for everyone & post it on deviantart. Does anyone want one specifically for them? Let me know! ^_^
My face hurts so bad. I am not going to school tomorrow, either. Well, if it looks any better I will be. It's just so horrible! I'd be crying, but, you know, the salt from the tears would make it hurt even more. Le sigh. It's very depressing. My lips are puffy like balloons.
I'm so sick of everyone yelling here! Agh. I hate coming home to this fucking dump of a house, too. And then my grandmother says "You need to help her clean!" Uhm. Okay. I spent two days cleaning this house. And it was trashed in less than that. So I really don't feel that I need to waste my time when no one cares.
My lips are bleeding x.x Something tells me that I shouldn't peel the dead skin off of them. Hm. . .
So, did anyone watch the Grammys? I was kind of disappointed with some of the winners, but I think I was more pleased than angry. I was angry about Evanescense, though. Sarah no likey them.
I'm back from skiing. I have a second degree burn on my face. Well, not second degree. It's more like a one-and-a-half degree burn. There are blisters in both cheeks, my nose & chin. T_T It hurts so bad, it makes me want to cry. I'm not going to school tomorrow. It's too bad and I don't want people to see me like this.
I got really good at the end. I go really fast, though, and I get scared. Crashing is always fun, though. And no, that isn't sarcasm. I really like crashing! Except now I have bruises all over and can't do anything without SOMETHING hurting. Like right now, typing hurts my forearms. It hurts to tilt my head back to take a sip of soda. It hurts to turn over when I'm lying down. It hurts to eat. It hurts to do absolutely anything.
I did dance last night, though! That was really fun. I wasn't hurting then. There was a jumping annnd. . . yes. I made this guy dance (Jon or John), and it was really funny. Before that, he and I were outside in the snow naming continents. There were patches of land, and I would jump on one and write (for example) Ireland with an arrow pointing to the land in the snow. Yeah. I made South and North Korea far apart from each other. And there was no South America, but there WAS a Sarah-land! Yay!