The Issues

I know I've been slightly absent for the last week and a half, but to make up for it, here is a video Dad showed me that made both me and Aideen laugh hysterically. My favorite part? "LEAVE THOSE POOR SICK MONKEYS ALONE THEY'RE SICK THEY GOT PROBLEMS ENOUGH AS IT IS!" Or maybe it's at the end, when the guy on the left goes "And we drop the beat...... and we bring it back UUUUUUUUUUUUP!"



Your welcome. I'll give you a real post later. Now watch that video one more time. You know you want to. :-)
Sarah

Sarah's iTunes Wishlist

These aren't in any particular order, and most are from watching SYTYCD. (Which by the way will probably be mentioned in almost every post from now until whenever it ends, because the competition is getting HOT! Watch it on FOX, Wednesdays from 8-10 p.m. EST and the results show on Thursdays from either 8-9 or 9-10 p.m. EST. I don't know the exact time because I always record the episodes and watch them the next morning.) And I typed them in the colors that I wrote them on my door. On a piece of paper, of course. If I actually wrote on my door, I would get my keister whupped. Is keister a German word?

• Love the Way You Lie- Eminem (feat. Rihanna)
  
• Rock That Body- Black Eyed Peas
  
• Piano Man- Billy Joel
  
• If I Had You- Adam Lambert
  
• Dynamite- Taio Cruz
  
• Beautiful Monster- Ne-Yo
  
• Somebody to Love- Justin Bieber (So sorry Jon! I love this song! I can't help it!)
• Heartburn- Alicia Keys
  
• Outta Your Mind- Lil Jon & LM*AO
  
• Collide- Howie Day
  
• Hot N Fun- N.E.R.D.
  
• XXXO- M.I.A.
  
• Long Time- Shakira
  
• Squander- Skunk Anansie
  
• Marjaani Marjaani Kasame- Billu Barber
  
• If I Were a Boy- Beyonce
  
• Amy Amy Amy- Amy Winehouse
  
• How Low- Ludacris

Believe me, the colors look much better on this piece of paper.
I'm at Six Flags all day tomorrow! HOLLAH!
Sarah

Cinderella, Cinderella..

... night and day it's "Cinderella!" THAT is how I feel right now. Like I've been cleaning all day, all week, all year. Spring cleaning started in the summer, like usual, and I tackled Julia's bedroom first and foremost. That room could give a person nightmares if they weren't accustomed to the horrificness of it all! I cleaned her closet, and that includes getting rid of the clothes that she doesn't like, organizing her shelves and shoes, and taking out the crib full of old stuffed animals and baby dolls. She got rid of a TON of that stuff, and now there is next to nothing in her huge closet! We refolded all of the clothes in her bureau, which I folded once upon a time when I did the laundry. We cleaned out under her bed, (anyone want a very little used acoustic guitar?) and now all that remains is a large bin full of birthday cards, seashells, and stationary. Now there's no danger of her guinea pig choking on anything when she runs around the room! Her nightstand is dusted, her guinea pig cage is scrubbed, her basket of CD's and random crud is organized, and her rug is vacuumed. Peace reigns once again. In my room, I picked the clothes off the floor that have been lying there for a week, and I cleaned off my bureau which was covered in random iPod and headband stuff. I removed the binders from my desk, which have been sitting there since June 16. I took out all the remaining notebooks and papers in them and stacked them neatly on my desk for my mom to glance at if she so wishes. I removed the childish animal posters from my door and GooGoned the tape marks away. I took some off the stuff from the front of my binder out (my panda tracing, my ice cream cone, my sheet full of random doodles like the failure strawberry) and posted them on my door. In the center, at eye level, I put an 8x10" picture of me from JCPenney, because no one ever gets anywhere in life by being modest. On my door is a list of songs that I want from iTunes, which I may put here one day, along with a wish list of all the things that I need to either buy or wish to own. I started a puzzle with my mom, because we're cool like that, and now I am being banished to my room.
Au revoir!
Sarah

Daaaaaaaang.

This whole "write every day" thing? Yeah. It's not working out.
June 28
Catherine and Christina came over. We swam in a whirlpool-like motion for a half hour.
June 29
I slept until 11 and Megan came over. We went to see Eclipse at midnight, walked the red carpet that was rolled out in front of the theater, and I posed with cardboard Edward. Megan chose Jacob, which was totally not right. He may have a six pack, but he's like "I want Bella, wahhhhhhhh!" Loser.
July 1
I went to the eye doctor and the orthodontist. I changed the colors of my braces to Fire Red and Blue, 'cuz I'm spirited. And the eye doctor says I don't need glasses until I drive, because he fears for the safety of those on the same road as me. If and when I get a car, wear a helmet whenever you're out and about. It's for your own good.
July 6
I went to somewhere in NH to Christina's lakehouse. She, Catherine, and her dad met me and my dad in front of Petco in Concord, I think. There were some really cute hamsters in there! When I got into their car, we drove for another 45 minutes to wherever we went. I tubed for the first time there, and I didn't fall off once! (But I did get wicked elbow burn from scootching forward so many times because I kept slipping backwards.) Me and double C's slept in a tent that night, and played Truth or Dare for hours. At one point, I had to bite Christina's toe. That was something to remember.
July 7
I ripped my pants. Not good. BTW, that blue thing? A headband, not my underpants.
July 8
I came home from Christina's, ate a MB pop tart (called Toaster Pastries) an MB powdered donut, and watched Wednesday night's SYTYCD. LOOOVED Ashley's hip hop and Lauren and Kent's contemporary piece. I still say Lauren and Kent are the strongest competitors. Sorrell called and invited me and Julia over her house. We came, played some street hockey, which I am very good at thanks to my agressiveness (not sure if that's a word) and ate the most supremely tender chicken in the world, with cheesy rice and salad! Yummo! After all that, the fo-ah of us went upstairs to Sorrell's room and called Catherine. She came over at 9, because we were GOING to watch New Moon. Turns out, we couldn't because Julia and Sorrell's lil sis weren't allowed. :-( Instead, we went with Alice in Wonderland, and I consequently ate lots of Reese's Pieces.
July 9 (today)
Nana picked us up from Sorrell's house at 1:30ish, and brought us home. Mom had just hopped out of the shower, and we all (Mom, Nana, me, and the sibs) drove to Concord, MA to see the "Apricot" house. Mom and Dad let we wee ones write a list of two or three things we each want to do this summer. Julia has stuff like going to Six Flags, Water Country, Aruba, and the likes. IDK what Nick wrote, but all I want to do is go to Plaster Fun Time! I haven't been there in forever, and I like painting little ceramic kitties or S's. Anyways, Mom wants to go to Plimouth (Plymouth?) Plantation, and today, to Louisa May Alcott's house. We dubbed it the Apricot house because that's what Dad called it mistakenly, and quite frankly, I would rather take a tour of an Apricot house than an Alcott one. We met my other grandmother there, along with a cousin once removed or something like that. Thank the gourd that this house had AC, because I wanted to die of overheatedness. And it was cooler than I thought, (haha, get it? It's a pun!) although the tour lady kept laughing nervously. Nervous laughter irritates me. If you're feeling like a socially awkward penguin, SAY you're nervous, and everyone can laugh and we can be over that. NOT. DIFFICULT. Afterwards, we went to Bedford Farm, where I got PB fro-yo in a sugar cone with chocolate sprinkles. (Jimmies are for southerners!) And here we are now. I watched LAST night's SYTYCD, and I cried when Alex was voted off because of his Achilles injury. I will miss that boy! Check out his AMAZING hip hop dance from last week right here! CLICK IT! Twitch and Alex Lose It! The people at the very very end clapping are NappyTabs (Napoleon is the man, Tabitha is his wife and co-choreographer). In case you don't know, Alex is the Asian kid and Twitch is the huge African dude.
I ate a banana for dinner.
Sarah

Movie Sunday

Today, I saw an interview of 2 girls that are fans of the Twilight movies. They said that they would do anything to find out if Bella picks Jacob or Edward, and that the suspense for the next movies to come out is killing them. I wonder if they know they can accomplish this and solve their problems by reading the books.

People generally assume that Americans are couch potatoes. I don't feel particularly offended by that. I like potatoes. Plus, I'm sitting on this chair in front of the computer more often than lying on the couch.
At 12:15 Sunday afternoon, I was irritated and my thighs were stuck to the car seat. We were at a red light on the bridge, and Mom's cell phone was ringing. She let go of the wheel and fumbled around in her purse before finally pulling out the insulting object. She pressed the ON button with a recently trimmed thumbnail. "Hello?"
30 minutes later, my sibs and I were shoving sandwiches down our throats, trying to finish before our uncle came to drive us to Reading, where he had gotten last minute tix to the 1:20 showing of Toy Story 3. Mom made Julia's sandwich as Julia folded laundry, and it was sitting next to my elbow at the kitchen table. There it was. A Fluff sandwich (ew!) with a big, gaping hole in the bread. And by my other elbow was a bowl with one last blueberry in it. Who can resist such a great opportunity? I quickly grabbed a blueberry and shoved it as far down into the Fluff as I could, stuffed the rest of my french toast bagel in my mouth, and bolted out the door when I heard Uncle Dave pull up outside. Julia had to take her sandwich in the car, and it wasn't until we were doing 30 down the driveway that she screamed "EW! WHAT'S THIS?!?! SARAH!!!!!" I smiled uncontrollably at a chipmunk who was watching us. Later in the ride, I glanced over at my uncle's arm, which was resting on the little compartment in between the two front seats, and promptly spit everywhere as a very unattractive laugh bubbled up and out of my mouth. There was a small blueberry attached to his arm with a bit of Fluff. He looked at me like I had just introduced him to my imaginary friend, and asked "What the heck was that?" I just pointed at his elbow as I continued to shake with laughter. Uncle Dave looked confused at first, then lifted his arm closer to his face. When he saw the blueberry, his eyes lit up, his mouth opened up, and the little blue dot was sucked up. I continued with my hysterics for several minutes. When we finally got to the IMAX theater, we speedwalked over to the door. Just when we got there, a man walked out with his two kids and said "If your trying to get into Toy Story, it's sold out." My mood dropped below my feet, and I used my best puppy dog eyes on my uncle. He held up a piece of paper and said "We got them online." HOLLAH! We picked up the pace, skidded into the movie lobby, got the proper accomodations for moviewatching (popcorn, M&Ms, and Slushies for Nick and Uncle) and drew up a game plan for seating. There were zero spots for a party of four to sit next to each other, so we named a meeting place for when the movie ended, I grabbed Nick by the shoulder, and an usher gave us aisle seats. The movie was great, although Julia took all the popcorn to wherever they sat. My favorite part is when Ken modeled clothes for Barbie and he entered to the tune of "Le Freak" by Chic. He did this funky mouth thing that was mucho amusing. Go to the 36 second mark to see Ken's Funky Lip Thing.

And yes, I teared up at the end, when the toys almost died. I knew the movie was almost over so I wiped them away as fast as I could so I wouldn't be red-nosed and watery-eyed when the lights came on. Afterwards, I got a Death by Chocolate ice cream cone, which was chocolate ice cream with brownie bits, chocolate chunks, and swirls of chocolate sauce. Heaven on EARTH!
Later that night, Mom and Dad took us to see The Karate Kid at Chunky's. I got a Pirates of the Caribbean Quesadilla because I can never resist cheesy Mexican food. It was sooooo good, but the bottom was burned. :-( I never would have recognized Jackie Chan if I didn't know he was in the movie. He's gotten to be on the oldish side. I remember him on some Nickelodeon commerical, and he looked 30 there. That must have been, like, three years ago? He's aged forty years in three! He was funny though, so I'm not insulting him or anything. Jaden Smith was a great actor too, and he was what really made the movie funny. Jaden is going to be 12 on Thursday. Maybe I'll stalker-hunt him, discover his address and send him a birthday card with Bruce Lee on the front. Or, I'll procrastinate until Wednesday, then decide I'd rather read than stalker hunt him. THAT is more likely.
Your movie critic in the making,
Sarah