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Wow, after 9 years of classical music training I still had to sing Julie Andrews' song in my head to write that title. S'okay though. It's a good song. So merry christmas to ya'll. It seems odd for me because we are in Vancouver (think "Olympics 2010") visiting family over the holidays, and there is no snow! At home we have at least 1 1/2 or 2 feet of snow. But my aunt, who is the best aunty in the world by the way, took me and my sisters to "White Christmas" on the 23rd. Watching those actors and actresses sing and dance and then act so normal, like they were born on stage; I'm gonna do that one day. The thing is, I've danecd for two years, my acting needs caoching, and I dropped my singing lessons because of time issues. And almost any great musical has a fantastic tap number. I can't tap dance. So maybe by the time I'm freakin 50 I'll have reached my dream. But at least I'll have reached it, right? Anyhoo.
I can smell the turkey in the oven and it's making me hungry so I'm gonna go eat something little to save room for the good stuff :) Merry christmas everyone!
-Sarah.

And This Is The Part Where my Procrastination Bites Me In the Butt

"Root" and "canal" seem like very innocent words. Scratch that. They sound terrifying. You trip over one, falling and drowning in the other. Together they form "Root. Canal." Aka. @#$@#$@#$@#$)$^^%#$%#%@#$!@!#%!

My tooth hurts. And it's gonna hurt until the end of freakin January! New Topic. 


I don't swear a whole lot. I mean in my head and in my car, I have the mouth of a drunk redneck, but normally in my average day, I don't swear. I was talking to this guy in my drama class that swears ----- often.  I still don't understand what his reasons were for swearing but then again, I don't understand a whole lot about guys. (And they think girls are confusing.) Anyway, our class in putting together our own play about bullying and we are going to compete with it. And because we are dealing with all types of bullying, swearing is involved a lot. Today my teacher voiced my thoughts. Everyone is using the language so harshly and too much that in the scenes where it could be really effective, it's not. I understand that people use it to make a point, and whatever. I don't really care why people swear. It's just that--- it's drama class. Everyone says "Hey, be yourself. Don't fit in. We accept you." But then, when the script I'm given has the F word four times and I skip over it, everyone snickers. And I can just feel them looking at me thinking "What a goody little two-shoes. She probably thinks she's so cool." 
"Did she seriously use the word 'snickers' while not talking about chocolate? wow. She must be homeschooled."
Even my teachers looked at me like "Are you serious? It's a character."
I think every single person in that class feels so out of place and that's why they are all friends. Sometimes I wish I could have gone to school instead of being homeschooled, just so I could fit in. But at the same time, I like that I'm different. I like that I'm not just like every other girl swearing and hugging the guys. It makes me stand out. But do I really want to stand out? I know I want to get out. Of high school. This town. 
I want to find a cowboy. That's one thing I can laugh at with others, I know it's not likely that I'll ever find the perfect imperfect, rugged, legit cowboy. But still. A girl can dream, right? 
Wow. This was a long post. I'm gonna go stare at my chemistry page. 
And I should probably find someone to punch my left cheek and numb it because this tooth hurts like Hell. 
and hell isn't a swear word. it's in the Bible ;)
I sure hope YOU have a wonderful, root canal-less, High-school chemistry- less, happy day. 






There are four cops having coffee at the table in front of me. I feel like they know I was speeding on the way home last night.....

Where is the "Pause" Button on the Universal Remote?

Hello
Just a quick note to let you all know that I am surely losing my mind. The proof of all this started a while back when I began literally falling out of bed in the mornings. To make matters worse, I'm in the loft which means I'm sleeping next to the ladder hole. So, stumbling and standing after rolling off the mattress and having a mini heart-attack from feeling my legs not hitting something solid, I gather my wits and prepare to descend down into the real world. This is when I step on the shirt, scarf, or jacket that I threw on the ladder the night before and slip, therefore creating a loud thump and a moan of "Okay, God. I'm awake now".
That all takes place within the first 5-10 minutes of my actually waking up. Then I usually skip breakfast (I know I know, it's the most important meal of the day) and I begin drowsily staring at my computer screen until the chemistry questions look like they make sense. That's when I conclude I really am going crazy. The rest of my day consists of me procrastinating doing my school work and playing "Flo's Diner Dash - Flo On the Go!" just cause. *sigh* 2 more months until I turn 18 and then I can... do more stuff. I guess. Like go to Alberta and drink! that's actually the only good thing coming at my birthday.
Have a good day!
Much love ,
Your insane blog writer.

whoops. I forgot I had a blog...

Well, hello there. I'm afraid I got caught up in not doing my school that I completely forgot to post a blog entry. Also, I was away decorating a hall at a mine. Awesomest first airplane ride ever, by the way. It was so bumpy and like a roller coaster! I loved it! and the other girls stared at me like I was crazy. So just had to ask "So this is what it's like to travel first class?". (We were in this tiny little plane for 16 people. there was only one class....)

anyway, today I was writing out some Christmas cards. One to my brother in Vancouver, one to my sister in Vancouver, one to my sister in my house, one to my cousin/friend in Houston (BC, not Texas), and one to the very best friend in the world next to Jesus. But I was writing the addresses on the cards and I realized I was quite unsure of how to spell the last name of my cousin. Phonetically it says "Mackwichuck" but it's spelled "makowichuck". I think. I hope. and then my best friend's last name has a easy name except that I can never remember if it's two k's or two r's. I think I should stop eating all these baileys chocolates. it's messing up my brain. Well, it's messing up the part that isn't already messed up. :)

So, the moment I've been waiting for actually happened. my teacher emailed me to ask where all my assignments were. we have 25 days of school left, I'm on week 4 of 18 and he writes "I'm concerned that you may be a bit behind in your assignment submissions." uh, ya think? oh well. Chemistry is easy. I'm doing a week a day. I bought my self this awesomely addicting game called Flo's Diner Dash except she is now trying to make a name for herself on a cruise ship. No I'm stuck on level 15 and I have put myself on lockdown from it. School first. I admit that I've taken a couple breaks. But mostly school first. and except for this blog posting and some random facebook checks to get home addresses for Christmas cards, I've been looking an NH4H2O and like things for the better part of the day.

So, Merry Almost Christmas, and have an awesome month!
I wonder how many times I'll say that before christmas...