Damn You Twitter

You are so cool.

I'm NOT in a good mood.

Which is exactly why I should blog.

Not only does it provide a venting station, but when I have a good day, I can appreciate it.

I guess I'm mad because I've had a crazy stomach ache for 24 hours. Be it the bird flu or just something I ate, I'm not happy about it.

Also, I had a spanish test today. Not only does spanish suck, but I failed the test I'm almost positive.

And I spent almost 3 hours studying today. So, obviously that was a waste.

Not to mention I didn't do my hair or makeup today. Liberating it is not.

Waking up late (for the 3rd time in a row) can really start a day off on the wrong foot.

I cannot get to bed before midnight. The earliest I've been to bed in the last 3 weeks is 11 PM.

It's now 12:33. I still have to shower, blow dry, and straighten my hair.

Awesome.

People's small comments all day have been getting to me. These comments are the core of my bad day.

I just really want people to know that I am awesome at remembering remarks.

Another load that's been heavy on my mind is that I'm just not happy right now.

I'm not depressed. I never have been. 

I'm just not super excited about life right now. I'm excited about things that will happen in the furture, like turning 18 and moving and stuff like that.

But at the same time I feel like my childhood/teenage years are promptly slipping away from me. 

I don't know what bothers me more, the fact that time is going by too fast when it comes to being a kid, or the fact that I don't care enough to try and do something about it.

I really feel like life is just at a stand-still for me. But it's just me who's standing still.

I'm more of hermit than ever. 

And sure, I'm trying to make plans, but I get this weird anixety that I can't even describe when I do.

It's just not good. 

But the more I think about it, I could use more friends. 

Since I tend to get mad at my friends for their choices they make.

But I love them all, I just don't think I'm a very good friend to them.

To sum up my day...

I kept looking at random places when I was walking like a staircase, or the grass, and all I could think was, "If I just layed down there and sort of melted into it for a few months, that'd be fine."

And I don't think that's how I should be feeling.

Maybe it's the weather.

Maybe it's my lack of social interaction from the last 6 months.

Maybe it's the fact that I'm 16 and quitting school and traveling the World isn't an option right now.

All I know is I want to cry really hard tonight.

I want every bad feeling to just pour out with the tears.

I don't even want a hug.

That's how lonely I'm feeling.

La buona notte sono triste

Should-A, Could-A, Would-A

I need to stop expecting things to happen to me that are exciting.

I need to go out and find life-changing moments.

I need to stop having them pass me by.

I need to live by the quote, "Life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself."

I need to change. Alot.

I need to make 2009 a year I will never forget.

I need to do that.

It's a Brand-Spankin'-New Year

Which deserves some blogging.

I have about 15 resolutions, but only half of them I can actually remember.

But the ones that I have decided to stick to are as follows:

-Actually USE my gym membership 

-Write Everyday. And I mean everyday. Whether it be a blog, a journal, or even a letter. It all counts.

-Read more than I do know. I love to read, but I never set time aside for it. Although I always manage to have time to watch Scrubs re-runs and knit a scarf...

-Take 1 picture everyday of 2009. A year in pictures? Awesome.

And last but certainly not least...

-Say "Yes" more.

No, I'm not a Yes Man movie knock-off, I just need to stop turning down my friends to hang out, or not doing stuff when I know I should be.

This is, however, not a slutty say yes more thing. Because I can see how this could be used to my disadvantage...

Just clearing that up.

I would also like to learn and use new word everyday, but let's face it, I suck at that.

I've been trying to fit "naulachaunt" or whatever the hell that word is that means causual into my vocabulary for months, and I still can't say it or spell it.

Maybe next year.

TOMORROW IS MY BEST FRIEND'S 18 BIRTHDAY!

Too bad I can't hug her since she's thousands of miles away.

I wonder how creepy I sound saying my best friend lives thousands of miles away.

Brooke isn't a mail-order best friend...

We became friends in Washington, then she up and moved to Indiana. Becauase she heard they have really good cable reception there, and Brooke loves her talk shows.

Okay...it was for her mom's job.

But we are best friends.

And she is becoming legal tomorrow!

Whoever said this...

"you need more blogs.

-anonymous"

Thank you.

Little comments like that make my day, and I really mean that.

Unless, of course, you are a 45 year old hairy man who reads girls' blogs for kicks, and then STOP READING NOW.

But if you aren't, then thanks. Really.

Son of a bitch.

Brooke just called. It was her who left that comment.

Ugh.

I don't care that tomorrow is her birthday now.

Really.

But the girl's got good timing, I gotta hand it to her.

Julia Nunes Julia Nunes Julia Nunes

You're going to love her.

I guarantee it.

Her cover songs are the best.

And any person that is good enough to open for 4 of Ben Fold's shows is plenty good enough for me.

I like building people up on pedestals.

I don't really enjoy doing it, but I just seem to do it a lot.

There is always that one person (most of the time it's a boy) who I just feel is perfect.

Every single thing about him. And I just make a mental note that me and said perfect man would never work out together because he's just too flawless for me.

And I have got to say there is no greater feeling than knocking that pedestal right out from underneath them.

Just knowing that they aren't perfect, and that chances are we probably wouldn't work out together because they aren't as ideal as I made them up to be is surprisingly comforting.

This is probably something that makes a lot more sense in my head.

It's time to make Sara an omelet.

And I'm going to make one for me too, but I'm not sure how to spell omelet as a plural.