Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Everybody Vogue!

Shockingly scary eyes in my Vogue.

What do I need?

I normally don't do this sort of stuff in my blog, but I know I have readers out there who would think this is cute.

Basically just type "[Your name] needs" into Google and take the top ten results. It's kind of comical the stuff that you get.

Here's mine:

Sarah needs. . .
  1. To get her life back and establish herself as a person in charge!
  2. To be hooked up to a respirator in order to survive.
  3. You.
  4. A cold shower.
  5. A Livejournal.
  6. To hand him one of those weapons that went off without warning.
  7. Your manly vote!
  8. Support now.
  9. Your help.
  10. To play!

Monday, February 26, 2007

Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this.

It’s a weird thing these wars.

People are usually shocked to hear that the US led invasion of Iraq has been going on longer than the First World War. I know I was. Doesn’t it seem like just yesterday that George Bush announced he was going against the UN’s wishes?

People are curious about how long this war in Iraq is going to last and what the consequence of it is going to be.

Here’s Sarah’s guess (we’ll have to come back here in some time and find out if I’m right):

Length of war: More years than I am willing to count.
Consequence of war: A whole nation destroyed, US oil tanks full and a generation of people completely disillusioned with their government (though the vast majority will do nothing about this).

Here’s the story: this war is either going to be brought to a slow halt by the next government in 2008 or it’s just going to keep going. Let it be known that once you’ve stuck your hand in the blueberry pie, the stains last quite awhile.

Wars keep getting longer. Four years for WW1, six for WW2, eleven for Vietnam and what feels like a million for the Cold War (actually it was something like forty-four).

It’s so simple to start, but all consuming to end.

As for the consequence of this lovely raid of Iraqi soil, will we ever truly know? Trillions of dollars lost, thousand of lives, thousands of homes, thousands of refugees.

Whether it’s a great depression or its soldiers coming home and shooting their brains out in their laundry rooms, to every action there will be an equal and opposite reaction.

So what’s it going to be this time around?

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Who shot that arrow in your throat?

Justin Trudeau say what?

It's sad that I need my dose of Friday already. But I will be having another big study weekend, there's no way I can't.

Essays, research projects, quizes, exams. They all happen next week. They all make me have this headache I have right now.

Oh yeah, my face is broken. My eyes can't stop crying. I have a blister on my cheek. My nose is either always running or stuffed up. And of course, this massive headache.

I am just amazing.

In other news, we's all be sexy bitches.





Monday, February 19, 2007

With the man who sold the world.

Special story time!

Once upon a time, there were these four really cool people.


Two of them, Leah and Dave, had awesome flying contraptions.



Another, Robert, had a really neat elephant to ride.


Holly was really jealous because she had no elephant or cool flying contraption. So she jumped off a cliff. But in doing so, she realized she could fly!


Being a nice person, she taught her other friends to hover.


But eventually thanks to bribes and flattery, she taught them the secret of flight.


THE END.