Things That Irk Me...

I think the title of this post is pretty self-explanatory. So let's cut to the chase and just get on with the list, shall we?
I AM GREATLY IRKED BY...
-people who don't say "God bless you" when someone else sneezes
-people that leave ONE cookie in the package, just so they don't have to walk to the garage to recycle it
-pickles
-people that swear to get attention (we know who you are!!!)
-dependent people
-foot/leg/hand cramps
I GET FRUSTRATED WHEN...
-I'm lying on the couch reading and SOMEONE just SITS DOWN ON TOP OF ME and turns on the T.V.
-the last person to scoop the poop from the cats' litterboxes leaves old litter/poo on the floor for ME to clean up.
-people don't replace the juice in the refrigerator after they finish it. Therefore, I have to drink warm apple juice at 6 in the morning.
-I get guinea pig bedding on my bedroom floor
-I slip on the ice when I'm going down my driveway in the morning.
-I'm trying to do a puzzle and the last piece is missing.
-I'm in science and discover that my pencil is dull. (I can't use the science room's pencil sharpener because it eats my pencil.)

It may SEEM as though I have a lot of anger problems, against people and the world, but I don't. I'm really a very sweet girl. I just wanted to rant like a crazy person. Now you tell me. Did I succeed?

What IS that???

Ack! You know how teachers always make fun of kids for having B.O. problems? I think they have a point. Yesterday, (the ever-loved Friday) I walked onto my bus after school and promptly wished to hurl into the nearest trash receptacle. My bus smells like week-old fish. And not the live kind. Dead, smelly, DEAD fish. I was mentally picturing myself whipping out my cherry-scented chapstick and smearing it all over the seat in front of me. It was THAT bad. I had to go to my happy place, where it rains sprinkles and the trees are made of money. Honestly, is it that much to ask the high schoolers to put on deod0rant, say, weekly? So, I was thinking, as all good American children do, what kinds of car fresheners haven't been invented that would be mucho helpful in this smelly situation? Here are my thoughts.
AWESOME AIR FRESHENER SCENTS
-Super Hot'n'Cheesy Nacho
-Bruschetta Bread
-Newborn Baby Head
-Whiff of Windex
-Perfume a la Pizza
-Dad Going Out for the Evening
-Warm Laundry
-Clean Feet
-Spring Barkmulch

And a side note: Thank you to the kidnappers of the world for smothering the urge to kidnap me, on Mondays or any other day of the week. I appreciate that greatly. The picture of Happy Bunny is for you, stalkers, to demonstrate my gratitude. It was selected with you in mind. I love you all!

Numbers

IN my extremely bored state of mind, I have come to inform you of some numbers I found in my closet and bureau. Please enjoy. (And if you can somehow locate where I live using these numbers, please refrain from doing so. I like my life, most of the time, and Saturdays are when I do my chillaxing. So, if you must kidnap me, please do it on a Monday, that way the worst part of my week will be over with sooner. Thank you.)
IN MY CLOSET I HAVE:
-32 sweatshirts
-10 pairs of jeans
-11 pairs of shoes, including slippers and dance shoes, not including the shoes in the downstairs hall closet
-7 belts, plus the one I'm wearing
-8 boxes
-18 skirts
-51 books
-83 hangers

IN MY BUREAU I HAVE:
-58 short sleeve shirts
-25 pairs of socks, plus socks w/o matches
-37 tank tops
-24 long sleeve shirts
-2 pairs of pajamas that actually match. The others are miscellaneous shirts and pants.

"Go Shawty, It's Your Birthday!...

We gon' party like it's yo' birthday!" But it's NOT your birthday. It's not mine either. It WAS though, and that's the purpose of this post. My _ _th birthday was Wednesday, and it was super-spectacular-oso! Yeah, I still had to go to school, I still had homework, I still have an ever-growing hatred of pickles. The first person (besides my dad) to say Happy Birthday to me was my bus driver. Bus drivers know all. I went to school, and had "Happy Birthday" sung to me 2.5 times. Catherine started singing it to me on the bus, but I made her stop halfway through, and once in C.S., and once in geography. I got a very cool note in the middle of math class, one minute before I turned _ _, and I got another very cool card from my boyfriend after geography. THEY ARE EQUALLY WONDERFUL. (In their own special ways.) At home, I saw I got an email from my uncle, which had a lizard dancing to "In Da Club" across a highway. Luckily, Lil' Lizard made it across w/o being squashed by any oncoming cars. That had to be the funniest e-card I ever saw, because he would bob his head and move his legs to the beat. I went to dance, and when I got out of the studio, my dad was holding some flowers for me! I thought "Awww that's so sweet!" (Dad isn't one to show emotion.) When I got home, my mom was making my dinner of choice, chicken stir-fry, and we had to eat it before 7:00, when I had MORE family coming over. Of course, my nana is notoriously on-time/ early, so we had just sat down when she arrived. I had chicken, baby corns, noodles, water chestnuts, and peppers in there. It was very monotonous in color, to be quite frank. It looked VERY unappetizing. Looks can be deceiving though. Remember that! After dinner, and once my uncle, aunt, and cousin arrived, we ate this delicious minty pie with Andes Candies bits in it! It had a yummy chocolate crust, and we mixed the Andes with vanilla ice cream and froze that. Then we melted the rest of the Andes Candies and spread it on top of the ice cream. Talk about yummilicious! I opened presents after our pahhhh (Bostonian for pie), and since you know me sooo well, I bet you know how I will display them! ;-)

SUPER SARAH'S STUFF (I couldn't think of another "S" word.)
-an iHome
-Animal Crossing! :-) :-) :-)
-Andes Candies COOKIES, which didn't last 24 hours in my house
-a necklace with my birthstone

We're gathering with Dad's family this weekend. Not that I'm EXPECTING presents from them or anything, just, you know..........

I'm Falling Behind

Good evening, ladies and gents. I apologize profusely for my lack of a follow-up on my New Year's Eve post. Profusely, I say. I will now continue with my story of this past Thursday, more commonly known as "New Year's Eve Day." (I don't remember what I put in my last post, so I'm just going to wing it here.) Yes, I went out with my grandmother and younger sibs to an oldies diner for breakfast. (We are currently in search of the best breakfast diner in our county.) We have so far visited two out of however many there are. I got some French toast, but it was a small plate because I was full from all of the food I had eaten at Emily's the night before (quesadilla, burrito, nachos, lemonade, fortune cookie). (Have you noticed I like parenthesis?) I ate some of my brother's pancakes though, because he got four that were the size of his face, which is quite large. Nothing eventful really happened there. I tried to make interesting conversation, but failed because I was tired and there was nothing interesting to talk about. WARNING: Never wake me up before 9:30 on vacation, unless you enjoy the Evil Eye and physical abuse. I got home with an hour before Aideen (one of the Fab Four) came to pick me up so we could go to the Museum of Science. In case you were wondering, the Fab Four consists of me, Aideen, Emily, and Sorrell. We are fab. We are four. Because we live in good ol' New England, we were having some good ol' New England weather. We traveled at 20 mph down my street, and the drive to her house took twice as long as it should have. That is no exaggeration. I watched her make a PB&J sandwich for 20 minutes, which she then ate in five minutes. I was STILL full. When we heard that Boston was all clear, for the most part, we picked up Aideen's sister's friend and headed to the big city. We wandered around the museum for awhile, catching a live owl show, which was very cool, and then went to the Harry Potter exhibit, that had props used from the actual movies. I, being a Freak of Nature, have not read nor seen ANY Harry Potter books/movies. Call me crazy, but I just haven't. I got home at about seven, and people were starting to arrive for our New Year's party. It was kind of a drag, because half the people we were expecting didn't show up. My sister, my other friend and I danced around the house to Britney, the Black Eyed Peas, Kesha, and Beethoven until 11, when said friend left. I was wearing my snazzy 2010 glasses, which I lost somewhere in the commotion that was our dancing. 2010 came at the exact time I knew it would. I was exhausted, and my neighbors wouldn't leave. When they finally did, I said good night and happy New Year to my fam, and went up to my room and crashed. I stayed in my pajamas for the next 24 hours. Which, in my opinion, isn't a bad thing.