I, Sara England, love Sarah Kenoyer -- even though she is a bitch ass mother fucker. Amen. Hallelujah! Amen.

sometimes i like to call it thursday. but the day after my birthday almost surpassed the actual day of for one particular reason. i recieved a package from haim milman, my hottie hot hot hot nature buddy from econ camp that i met in seattle from israel. he sent me a letter (in english!), pictures, and a dvd with him singing huhppy birssday (the ( Read more... )

so as of 4:36 a.m. i am officially seventeen. gee. i'm just elated. really it's been a good day so far. i ruined my surprise this morning by arriving earlier than usual, so i found haley k and christina just as they were leaving the parking lot with my birthday fliers and tape and flowers. so i helped put them up. marge made me brownies, andrea ( Read more... )

my birthday is on wednesday! whoo whoo! i am going to be seventeen! whoo whoo! yay me! whoo whoo ( Read more... )

i have a lot to do today. And i'm going to do it.

i think this is hilarious! but a quick word before you read it: i love geeks! no matter what this says. oh and i've never given head. not that i can recall ( Read more... )

i would like to divulge the fact that my senior year is a joke. i do not like people. i do not like classes. i do not like faculty. i do not like Ta II. i do not like it gosh darn-it. i do not like it at all. i had to change my cuss words in the play. i think i found my costume. my classes are ridiculous and the only point i can see to my ludicrous ( Read more... )

not really, but i got your attention, didn't i? well anyway, today won't be that great until 10 o'clock pm. i have to go to work and i hate work. i have to be in school which inherently means i can't sleep and i hate going to school and not sleeping. i forgot a lunch and i hate not eating and i can't go out because monday lunches are reserved for ( Read more... )

sarah, this is all for you and your retarded needs and yet you refuse to acknowledge that i am using this piece of crap abstraction of a journal. i need your constant recognition when i do things like this for you. it's degrading. i love you no the less and i demonstrate that love with pervertions like this. i hate you. call me.

i need to subject myself to the unfortunate and disappointing world of on-line journaling. i have an embarrassing story to tell. and it seems better to share it here. i feel like a loser. embrace me. i am slowly transitioning to one of you. be merciful. i had an embarrassing boy moment. the one i love will hate me forever. or fear me. i don't ( Read more... )