He was a very spur-of-the-moment purchase, but is still loved (until it sinks in just how much money I spent).
Friday, June 02, 2006
Picture perfect.
So a new edition has been made to 'Sarah's Electronic Family'! Meet Joe, my new digital cam:
He was a very spur-of-the-moment purchase, but is still loved (until it sinks in just how much money I spent).
He was a very spur-of-the-moment purchase, but is still loved (until it sinks in just how much money I spent).
Losing your sex drive?
Holly and I participated in our favorite summer past time today. . . Sex Car! Now it's not as bad as it sounds. Basically we get an ice-cream, sit out on the Golden-G patio and watch for Sex Cars.
To be a Sex Car, you must meet the following criteria:
1. Both back and front windows must be tinted black, the darker the windows, the better the car.
2. A truck cannot be a Sex Car.
3. An old van with curtains is by far the best Sex Car.
4. Mini-vans are the secret sex cars (married couples do it too!).
5. Preferably, it should be driven by a male (most likely going through a mid-life crisis).
6. The crappier the car, the more likely it's being used as a sex car.
If you too would like to participate in Sex Car, Holly and I will be offering tutorials throughout the summer!
Our dreams, they are made out of real things.
So I had a fanatical dream last night, and I mentioned it to a few people today and they were intrigued. Thus me deciding to post all about it! Here is a semi-detailed synopsis of what happened:
So basically, it took place in my home. Present was myself, my mother, my father, two or three random guys and an uncle I have whom I don't like. My mom was in the kitchen, my dad and I in the dining room, one or two guys in the living room along with my uncle and another guy in the hall. We all had guns, with the exception of my mom. These guns were really weird, in order for them to be fired you had to pump them (kind of like a water-well-pump-thing).
One of the guys had a rocket launcher, and everyone was scared of him. He was standing in the hall way (the end where my mom's room is) and I came into the hall through the kitchen/hall door. He tried to shoot me, but his gun failed so I shot him first (several times), he fell to the ground so I went up to him and took his rocket launcher. At this point my dad comes into the hall via the same door I had just come through, and I shoot at him. After I do this, I realize that I will probably catch the house on fire with this rocket launcher, but I don't.
The guy on the floor next to me starts laughing, like one of those disturbing laughs that make you cringe. He has two beeper-like objects, one stuck to each of his legs. He takes one off, and for some reason this frightens me. He throws it and it lands on the other side of the hall and this some makes me realize that I have to get out of the house. I grab my mom and dad and we go out the door (it is nighttime), I jump off the steps and into a snow bank, commmanding my parents to do the same thing. My dad does it, but my mom doesn't understand what's going on. I tell her to turn around, and through the kitchen window she sees that our home is in flames. So she jumps.
As we're sitting in the snowbank, she starts to moan about losing our possesions. I think about my laptop and iPod and realize that I have to get them. So we get up and go to the otherside of the house where my bedroom window is. On this side of the home it's twilight, not nighttime and there is no snow. We go to Ray's (my neighbor) and look in his backyard for his ladder, we can't find it but we find two stilt-shaped poles. [I should take the time to mention that in Ray's backyard there were three guys from our school, I don't know their names except one of them was Jeff, Candice's old boyfriend.]
I use the poles to get up to my window, I take down the screen and break the window. Right under my window is my bed, and on it are all of my worldly possessions including a couple of tote bags. I reach in and start shoving my laptop and iPod into a bag along with some t-shirts. My mom while I'm doing this, is asking my dad to go phone the fire department. He won't do it because if they came the fire men would make me stop getting stuff and he wanted me to get as much stuff as I could.
At this point I woke up, it would have been funny to see where it went from there, but I guess we'll never know! I'm open for interpretations if any one wants to pick apart my dreams. :)
So basically, it took place in my home. Present was myself, my mother, my father, two or three random guys and an uncle I have whom I don't like. My mom was in the kitchen, my dad and I in the dining room, one or two guys in the living room along with my uncle and another guy in the hall. We all had guns, with the exception of my mom. These guns were really weird, in order for them to be fired you had to pump them (kind of like a water-well-pump-thing).
One of the guys had a rocket launcher, and everyone was scared of him. He was standing in the hall way (the end where my mom's room is) and I came into the hall through the kitchen/hall door. He tried to shoot me, but his gun failed so I shot him first (several times), he fell to the ground so I went up to him and took his rocket launcher. At this point my dad comes into the hall via the same door I had just come through, and I shoot at him. After I do this, I realize that I will probably catch the house on fire with this rocket launcher, but I don't.
The guy on the floor next to me starts laughing, like one of those disturbing laughs that make you cringe. He has two beeper-like objects, one stuck to each of his legs. He takes one off, and for some reason this frightens me. He throws it and it lands on the other side of the hall and this some makes me realize that I have to get out of the house. I grab my mom and dad and we go out the door (it is nighttime), I jump off the steps and into a snow bank, commmanding my parents to do the same thing. My dad does it, but my mom doesn't understand what's going on. I tell her to turn around, and through the kitchen window she sees that our home is in flames. So she jumps.
As we're sitting in the snowbank, she starts to moan about losing our possesions. I think about my laptop and iPod and realize that I have to get them. So we get up and go to the otherside of the house where my bedroom window is. On this side of the home it's twilight, not nighttime and there is no snow. We go to Ray's (my neighbor) and look in his backyard for his ladder, we can't find it but we find two stilt-shaped poles. [I should take the time to mention that in Ray's backyard there were three guys from our school, I don't know their names except one of them was Jeff, Candice's old boyfriend.]
I use the poles to get up to my window, I take down the screen and break the window. Right under my window is my bed, and on it are all of my worldly possessions including a couple of tote bags. I reach in and start shoving my laptop and iPod into a bag along with some t-shirts. My mom while I'm doing this, is asking my dad to go phone the fire department. He won't do it because if they came the fire men would make me stop getting stuff and he wanted me to get as much stuff as I could.
At this point I woke up, it would have been funny to see where it went from there, but I guess we'll never know! I'm open for interpretations if any one wants to pick apart my dreams. :)
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Part of the precipitate.
How do you know when you've become too obsessive with web comics?
When you get them tattooed on your body. Oh Toothpaste for Dinner, I love you, but I don't love you that much.
http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/
But never take advice from someone, who just admitted to being devious, who just confessed to treason.
Today I had the big "final appointment" with my doctor. He was going to inform me if I was indeed broken or not. I'm good! Yay, all those billions of tests were done in vain. He basically said that I was tumor and brain-damage free, which is always nice to know.
Ironically enough, when he said the words "brain damage" I chose that exact moment to bang my head off a wall. The stuffy doctor had a good laugh about that one.
I still might have to go see the neurologist (Dr. Shave I believe, the one Crazy-Enterprise-Lady says is "a hotty") but I think since these tests came through well I can talk mom out of it.
It was all going well until my doctor opened his big and said: "So I know the internist told you that you shouldn't be swimming, standing on ladders and driving. . ." STUPID-FATTY-DOCTOR. Ugh, all I got was the evil eye (mom doesn't like to make scenes), but I know I haven't heard the last of it. But other then that along with my lovely First-Aid training, it was a relatively good day. :)
Ironically enough, when he said the words "brain damage" I chose that exact moment to bang my head off a wall. The stuffy doctor had a good laugh about that one.
I still might have to go see the neurologist (Dr. Shave I believe, the one Crazy-Enterprise-Lady says is "a hotty") but I think since these tests came through well I can talk mom out of it.
It was all going well until my doctor opened his big and said: "So I know the internist told you that you shouldn't be swimming, standing on ladders and driving. . ." STUPID-FATTY-DOCTOR. Ugh, all I got was the evil eye (mom doesn't like to make scenes), but I know I haven't heard the last of it. But other then that along with my lovely First-Aid training, it was a relatively good day. :)
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