School school school

Let' stalk about school.

The semester looks like it'll be okay. I don't have money for books and supplies yet, but I'll wing it like I always do. I'll be on campus 4 days a week... that's 2 more days than I wanted, but thanks to art classes... y'know.

Yeah, that's pretty much all I have for school. This week has seemed SO long but it's been good.

Love,

Sarah

Sneaky suspicion

Some things I've learned over break-

Dance parties in parking lots are the best kinds.

If you spend a whole day with friends, you will sail in and out of weeks.

The mere sight of people you love can turn your whole day around.

Just because you can say stuff, doesn't mean you should.

If you don't keep yourself busy, your brain will run amuck and cause more damage than anyone is willing to deal with.

Singing releases stress.

Snow is freaking cold.

Listening to an epic song epicly loud makes for some of the best good feelings ever.

Breakfast with a friend is wonderful.

Pool halls are random, dangerous, but a good time.

The monkey is good.

Never trust teenagers with scissors or your hair.

Deathing it, joining the circus, and moving are no way to solve your problems.

Yeah, baybeh.

Melt

School starts in about a week. I am not too terribly excited about this. Math sounds like the scariest thing ever, but I've been telling myself that I will get through it... even if I have to lob off my arms in the process! Which would be very unhelpful to my art goals. Haha.

Speaking of art, the comic book work has started. I feel like the world's biggest nerd. Ever. No seriously, NERDY. Everyone says I'm nerdy already so... this has kicked it up like 1000 notches. Not gonna lie, I'm stoked that I get to be actually DOING something productive and something that'll make me feel kinda good about myself... but man oh man. A COMEECK BOOOK.

Funny story time:

I rolled my ankle.

The End.

:D

Man, what I need is a trip to Disneyland.

Love,

Sarah

The "I" monster strikes again!

It's funny how so much can change in 2 weeks. I am man-less. It's a hilariously long story, and I won't bore you with details. Basically, boys are idiots and indecisive. They freak out way too much. But apparently, I have to apologize even though I'm the one in a world of hurt. I need to not get so wrapped up in an idea, 'cause I always end up being hurt. This is not to say that he isn't hurt... but I'm tired of saving face for the sake of him feeling better. It SUCKS.

I was dang close to having an art breakthrough today. It would've been brilliant had I sat down for a little bit longer. Sloth kicked in and my brain decided to think about other things. What a wonder.

It's on a night like this when I so badly want a best friend. I know I have tons of friends and family who love me, I know. I KNOW. IIIIII. KNOOOOOW. But, I think I'm ready to have a best friend FOR REALS.

Anyways, I suggest Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs. Freals. DO IT.

Love,

Sarah

Pee Ess, I acquired myself a 'D' in history. My mum's exact words were: ":SMOLDERINGGLARE: THAT IS PATHETIC, SARAH RENE'." which is hysterical to me BECAUSE if I recall correctly, she was the one that said "I don't care what grade you get as long as you learn something." Hey mum, guess what? I learned stuff. mreh.