1. I know that's bullshit.

2. Kiss my grits.

3. I'm ready when you are.

::pony up already. we both know it. admit it. be honest with yourself. it's time we stopped lying to each other. communication::

All I have to say... 
Uuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Nobody puts me on hold. Except you.

Well, I got home from Maine officially yesterday. It's soooo nice to be back...it was super boring, and I thought that I might die from having nothing to do, or anyone around to even talk to about doing nothing, besides Mom, with whom I spent pretty much the whole time talking about how unbelievaly boring Maine is, and how we could leave early because it sucks up there.

The weather was really bad, pretty much not a single day had decent lake weather, except for one, the first full day we were there,and then the rest of the days were bad, the lake was super choppy. And it was cold up there, I wore a fleece every day, and windy and rainy most of the time. 

So thank God I'm home.

Well, today started out not so great, but it seems to be looking up. I really miss Ryan (still) and I'm not looking forward to going to Maine in 2 days, but ... there's not really anything I can do about it.

For now, I have to run a bunch of errands, which is totally annoying, and then I have to finish my laundry for the trip, enh, and then just chill out, and when Mom gets back she's going to make me clean one of the bathrooms. Jenny doesn't have to do it because she doesn't know how, and she's practically Jesus, so she doesn't have to learn, either. Bitch.

So, I haven't really done anything lately, I've been pretty bored, as usual.

I have to go to Maine a week from today, which I'm partly really looking forward to and partly really dreading. So I guess it balances out.  It will be nice to not be in boring old Lexington for a while, but it's going to be awfully annoying to be stuck in a house with only my family and no where to get away from it all. But there is always the cute 55-year-old real estate guy that I seem to run into every time I go to the grocery store =]  Haha...just kidding, sort of. I haven't been there in two years, so who knows if he even exists anymore. 

But...on with another day in the most uninteresting small town I've ever been in.

Oh, I look so asian in this picture, I never look asian anymore...



Today I'm changing my hair color, I'm not totally sure to what yet, I think I'll probably go darker, actually...

But I'm really bored. And I can't stop eating/thinking about/craving chocolate...ugh. It's not helping me lose the 10 lbs. that are plaguing me, have been for the last 9 months. Yuck.

And I miss Ryan, but I should be getting a letter from him today, so Yay!

I'm SO sick of being home.

Seriously, I think I'm going to go insane before the end of the week, I might kill someone. I'm way too ready to NOT live at home anymore!!!

Dear the Library in Lexington,

You're a bunch of assholes. Ever since you stopped using the stamp things in the back of the books, I don't know when the Fuck they're due. As a result, I've paid you about $5.00 in late fees (for books that no one else wants anyways)since you started doing this shit like two years ago. Sounds like BS to me. I don't want to keep your two-foot long reciepts for weeks at a time the same way you don't want to keep a jar of my feces in one of your 70's-era display cases. What do you want me to do, pin the piece of paper to my shirt for a month just so I know that whatever novel I checked out last week is due on the 20th? It's a load of crap. Oh-by-the-way, my tax dollars pay your terrible salaries, you ignorant Fucks. Do me a favor and Stamp my Goddamn due dates.

Love, Sarah

The library is completely horrible, they don't have any good books to begin with.

And my sister is dating a completely unworthy idiot idiot idiot who's waayyyy too old for her and she thinks he's fantastic. At 22, don't you think that you wouldn't 1. Talk about a notorious relationship that ended 3 years ago in highschool, 2. On the first date with someone else, 3. Especially when the someone else is 6 years younger?!?!

Seriously, someone do something to piss me off this afternoon and I'm going to rip your trachea out of your skinny pencil neck and use it to drink a margarita.

Today was going well, but Jenny left an absolute mess in the kitchen, and it smells like vinegar. She's dead meat.

And Ryan is still gone. =[