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I need an adviser in my life. One that advises me in everything I do as to what is right and wrong. Actually, I already have one of these. Several of these in fact. My family members for starters. But I want one that I can ask a question of and receive no judgement. That would be cool. I guess that is what our conscience is for. Our own personal adviser. I sometimes thing we all actually know the right answer but cause ourselves so much turmoil by tossing up the correct and incorrect answers.Posted By Sarah On 07.12.2012 @ 4:34 am
the suggestion of architecture came one day to me in math class whilst doing loci. The suggestion came from my own mind. I was relieved to know that i had finally somehwat begin to decide what my future career would be. The more i thought about it the more i was affirmed in my decision. Blah blah blahPosted By sarah On 07.11.2012 @ 3:40 am
His suggestion hung in the air like thick fog that never clears.
Stay or fight? Take the easy way out and flee or do the right thing? Run away like the coward everyone believe I am or fight, while trying desperately to prove that I am more than who they think I am?
His gorgeously green eyes, almost as beautiful as he himself, bore intently into my own as I try to make my decision. He, of course, will fight like the brave soldier he is, but a weak commoner like me? Is this what fate has in store for me?
In that one moment I make my decision; the decision between life and death. I will stay with him, I will fight.
It is as if I had no choice in the matter from the beginning.Posted By Sarah On 07.10.2012 @ 6:17 pm
Buckets…they’re buckets? I don’t know, haha. There’s a cliché that’s “Can’t carry a tune in a bucket.” First thing that popped into my head. It also describes me…I wish I could sing. I can play the piano though. That’ll have to do. UUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……………buuuuuuuuuuuckeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeettttttttttttttttttttttsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. bucketsbucketsbucketsbucketsbuckets.bPosted By Sarah On 07.08.2012 @ 9:50 pm
Buckets are great, They can carry stuff. Sand, water, small animals. And they last forever. Plus if you’re short, you can stand on them. How brilliant is that? I love buckets, but not when they break. At least there’s a song you can sing about that. Plus, duct tape can mend anything.Posted By Sarah On 07.08.2012 @ 2:43 pm
I’ve never been in detention before, because I am a rule follower. I hate disappointing authority. My standards for myself are too high. I would probably cry in detention, and I might even cry myself to sleep that night because I would feel so guilty about whatever I had done, or angry if I had been put there unjustly.Posted By Sarah On 07.07.2012 @ 9:51 am
I remember one time, wasn’t that long ago actually, just after I got my blackberry.. One time I wanted to get WIFI on my phone but I didn’t know the password to our wireless so I went to reset the modem and ended up somehow fucking up all the internet within the area and my family was super pissed because they’re all internet addicted freaks and yeahPosted By Sarah On 07.05.2012 @ 9:27 am
modem is something used in technology or to do with people or something. i don’t really work under pressure. oh shit, i know what it is. it’s something that connects you to the internet. some sort of thing to do with the internet. i definitely do not sound dumb in my previous statements.Posted By sarah On 07.04.2012 @ 1:07 pm
He was thinking about the view. He knew better than to do that. He knew he was going to psych himself out, but he couldn’t stop looking, and the chills he was getting didn’t help. He shuddered. Looked back down. Back up. His feet. The ground. Passing cars. The breeze against his goosebumps. He couldn’t jump, but, well, he couldn’t exactly stay where he was, either. A strong breeze hit and he wavered, almost stumbled off, but he regained his composure, steadied himself, and contemplated the options of his that remained.Posted By Sarah On 06.30.2012 @ 6:18 pm
He was thinking about the view. He knew better than to do that. He knew he was going to psych himself out, but he couldn’t stop looking, and the chills he was getting didn’t help. He shuddered. Looked back down. Back up. His feet. The ground. Passing cars. The breeze against his goosebumps. He couldn’t jump, but, well, he couldn’t exactly stay where he was, either. A strong breeze hit and he wavered, almost stumbled off, but he regained his composure, steadied himself, and contemplated the options of his that remained.Posted By Sarah On 06.30.2012 @ 6:15 pm
I don’t know what this word means. I feel like it has something to do with putting things together if I’m correct. It doesn’t really make you feel a certain way. But if it means things are being put together then I’m happy for that. Unless it’s a tourist plan about world domination, that wouldn’t be such a nice configuration.Posted By sarah On 06.27.2012 @ 9:40 pm
the man in a church who gives away those little cakes and that sharp wine and you’re on your knees in front of him and he just gives you this blood and flesh you dont really want. you dont want to eat this dry cake and that poison wine. religion is so beautiful and moronic. he’s the distributor. he is. the bishop who gives you those treasures.Posted By Sarah On 06.26.2012 @ 9:00 pm