Canobie Continued

<----- Megan's face morphed with an alien's. Now that I'm sitting here at my computer over 24 hours after the actual trip, I can't think of anything that you would want to read that is worth mentioning. I'll probably say some stuff anyways, because in all honesty, EVERYTHING I type is a bunch of meaningless hobo snot. Except my words are germ free and don't require Kleenex. Unless you're bored to tears... but I'd rather think about more pleasant things, like our celebrity sighting of Michael Jackson yesterday! I was not aware of this, but recently, Canobie Lake Park installed an eight foot tall statue of Michael Jackson right by it's entrance. Hold on, let me Google it and insert it below: Nevermind. I can't find an image of a Michael Jackson statue from that park. But that's beside the point. The point is that I saw Michael Jackson's reincarnated being at the park yesterday! Except it was female and was working as a person who picked up trash. But the lady had the same weird stringy black hair, pale complexion, oddly shaped nose, and was even wearing ONE WHITE GLOVE. It was eerie. I would've shown Megan and Shannon, but they were in line to get food and such. When we were in line for the StarBlaster, we were stared at by this child whose gender we couldn't identify until an adult figure said her name, which I forget. We saw Her in line for the water slides too. Along with Afro boy, who, needless to say, had an afro. We tried the game where you wack a small metal stump with a mallet and try to get the light to shoot up to the top. I got it the highest, to 87 (I used my want for the cute little monkey prize as fuel) and both Shannon and Megan got in the lower 70s. Arms of steel, right here!

Just to clarify, I'm the one with the jacked arms. Boom! Boom! Fi-yah pow-ah!
Anyways, I didn't win the monkey. You had to get at least 100. And I asked the bored looking teenager if he could get it to hit 100, and he just nodded at me. I raised one eyebrow in a very cool fashion, challenging him to prove it. I laughed when he hit it the first time and it only went to 82. But I think I irritated him, because the next time he hit it, the light reached 108. I felt like a jerk AND a weakling. And when I asked if he got a monkey because he got over 100, he gave me a look that said "Keep walking, Squirt". I should learn to not converse with strangers. Even if it's only through raised eyebrows and muffled laughter. When we went down the water tubes, Shannon went first, smiling happily at the relief of water after an hour of waiting in line. But then... oh, Megan. She hadn't even rounded the first bend when she screamed at the top of her lungs, like she was on the Tower of Terror or something, instead of a two story tall water slide. Everyone around me started yelling "Holy shoot! Who was that girl?" And being me, I turned to the Asian man next to me and said, "I don't really know her." He just laughed at me. I'm pretty sure that's all we did that was semi-worth mentioning. Plus, Julia and her friend want to video chat their other friend.
Peace, my homies!
Sarah

This Ride is Not Suitable For...

...pregnant women, those with heart and back diseases, those who experience motion sickness, or those under four feet tall. I am not pregnant, I don't have heart or back diseases, as far as I know, and I am certainly taller than four feet. Motion sickness... even the words make me nauseous. Roller coasters are fine, and any ride that involves getting soaked to the bone is definitely in the "In" category, but I swear I would lose my stomach on another spinny ride. After a local carnival where you lay down on your stomach and are spun in the air as though you're dizzy SuperMan, I vowed to never step onto another rotating ride for as long as I lived. So today, before we even reached the park, I made it loud and clear that I would not be accompanying neither Megan nor Shannon on any ride of such nature. They were fine with that, and I was fine with hanging out with Megan's mom while they boarded the Ultimate Frisbee. (Megan's mom is SUPER cool! And she and her daughter schemed together so I paid as little money as possible. So I WILL do something uber-fun and expensive with Megan in return. But since I'm the reigning queen of the anti-socialites, that may be more difficult than it sounds.) AHHHH NEW SONG THAT I CAN'T TYPE DURING BECAUSE IT'S SO CATCHY!!! THIS WILL RESUME IN APPROX. TWO MINUTES.

I LIKE YOU A LOT LOT, ALL WE WANT IS HOT, HOT!
BOYS BOYS BOYS!
WE LIKE BOYS IN CA-ARS!
BOYS BOYS BOYS!
BUY US DRINKS IN BA-ARS!
BOYS BOYS BOYS!
WE LOVE THEM, WE LOVE THEM!

CAN NO LONGER TYPE THE LYRICS...... MUST..... DANCE!
Mama mia, that was invigorating.
I have to listen to it again.

*Excuse Sarah's spaciness. This doesn't happen all that often.*

What was I saying? I totally forget. Will I have to scroll up again? Ughhhhhhhh. Oh yeah. Megan. Canobie. Right. Ummm. On the way there, I demonstrated my superior rapping skills by singing along with B.O.B. and Hayley Williams, but mostly B.O.B. Megan and I came to a disagreement when Monsieur Rapper says

"And when you starin' at that phone in your lap
And you hopin' but them people never call you back"

Megan thought he said

"And when you starin' at that phone in your lap,
And you hopin' but them people never call you black"

And I went "Whoa. Megan. Racist much?" But she had honestly thought that's what he said, so I forgave her. I hope you do too. Anyways, I won't describe every single ride we went on, and every single line we waited in, and every single bloodcurdling scream Megan released. (There were a lot of those.) On the Yankee Cannonball, Shannon sat next to Megan, and she tried to have a conversation with her, but Megan screamed every time Shannon tried to say anything. There was the hour long wait for the Boston Tea Party, but it was well worth it. We saw lots of people we knew, such as people from the dance studio Shannon and I attend, our friend Keely from school, the son (or is it nephew) of the man who owns the local farm where you can pick your own produce, along with Flubber Dude, from our bus. I was the one who volunteered to sit with strangers every time, because I don't mind. I stood in line for the Corkscrew in the aisle NEXT TO Flubber Dude and Produce Boy, and when I said "Hi. I'm going to stand right here", to them, they didn't acknowledge me. :-( But when a girl about my age got in line behind me, and we were assigned to ride together, we had this whole conversation about the scariness/awesomeness of this ride, which went something like this:
Sarah (S)- Is this your first time on this ride?
Random Girl (R)- Yeah. I was here about three years ago, but I was too short.
In Sarah's Head (ISH)- Yeah. She's kind of short.
S- Well, it's SO worth it. But brace your head really well, because mine rattles between the bars (motions to the bars that strap you in) and I lose some brain cells.
R- Are you a screamer?
S- It depends on how sick to my stomach I'm feeling. But SHE (points to Megan, who is in the aisle next to them) will scare the bejeebies out of you.
ISH- Did I just say bejeebies?
S- (talking to Megan and Shannon) See how I can have an awesome conversation with a complete stranger, and these guys (crazy motions to Produce Boy and Flubber Dude) who we kind of know ignore me?
*Everyone smiles, except Produce Boy and Flubber Dude.*
R- Could you put my glasses in the compartment over there? I don't want to climb over you.
ISH- She is SO polite! I like this girl!
S- Of course! (Sarah puts heart shaped glasses in the compartment as far away from used gum as possible.)
Ride begins
S- Let's do this thing!
Megan (M)- For Jason Derulo!
S- NO! Are you ever going to let that go???
Ride ends
S- Yup. Definitely killed some brain cells (Rubs head and now-sore ears) I don't know if it was Megan's screaming or those stupid bars.
Random Girl smiles
We exit the vehicle

I'll finish this later if I feel like it. But I think that's enough for now, and I think someone else wants to use the computer.
TTYL!
Sarah

I can feel the pulse in my feet. And I'm not even touching them! There's bruises on them from where the straps of my flip flops rubbed against them all day. And you can't really tell, but in that picture, Megan's in the top right corner, and Shannon is in the bottom left. Their faces don't really look like that.

Tuesday/Wednesday

NEW YORK
Where hobos recite Shakespeare

Tuesday
I was woken up at 9 by my padre, and I rolled out of bed onto the floor with a saddened moan of "I don't wanna get uuuuuuuuuuuup." I didn't have much of a choice though. Once I'm awake, it's impossible to go back to sleep. After we picked up Christina and her bagel, we traversed to the movie theater to watch "Imagine That", starring Eddie Murphy. For the greater part of the movie I was trying to figure out where I'd heard his voice before. Near the end, I realized he was Donkey, and not the zebra from Madagascar (1 and 2, mind you). "Imagine That" was remarkably like "Bedtime Stories", the one with Adam Sandler and the guinea pig with HUGE eyes? But my favorite part was one that was in the previews... when the kid says "Scones? Whadda I look like, the queen of England? GET THIS FOO'!"


Later that day, I went to Emily's and hung out there for the rest of the day, eating a burger, some DELISH homemade fries! Mrs. K went out and bought some ice cream from the best ice cream place in these United States, which we ate as we watched "Remember Me". The end was so so so so sad and out of place and I did NOT see it coming. We went down to the basement after that, and Aideen and I set up our bed stuff on the twin mattresses, allowing Emily to take the couch. It ended up being that Emily slept between me and Aideen because her yellow lab pushed her off the couch. I woke up in the night several times to find my face being kneaded by cat paws. I tried to pet fluffy Jasmine, but then she bit me. Me-OW.

Wednesday
We woke up at 7:30, ate french toast with multiple fruits and juices, and waved goodbye to Aideen because she had to leave at 8:30. She's VP of her student body next year! Can she get a woot woot? "WOOT WOOT!" Emski and I grabbed jump ropes and tested my theory that jump roping is harder on a trampoline than on grass. My theory proved correct. We got some amazing cardio, until about five minutes later when I collapsed on the ground, panting for air. I am more of a summer swimmer than a summer cardio-er. Emily also showed me a video of a kid who is certainly very unique. He made an entire video on youtube dedicated to his unibrow. I was singing the Unibrow Song for the rest of the day. At 4 I went to Aideen's. We swam in her pool and had a water balloon fight with our sisters. It's weird because if you throw a water balloon AT water, it doesn't pop. I tried to drown my sister several times, but luckily for her, I was hit by a different balloon and went after her slightly taller (but equally evil) partner in crime. Later that night, I went to Aideen's basketball practice, where I met one of her friends from school (Aideen and Shelby DOMINATED that court!!!) and Julia changed her name to Jenny. (Long story short: a small child asked what her name was, she didn't want to give her real name, she said Jenny.) We went to get ice cream after that, and I chose moose tracks fro-yo. Hereditary health conditions (cough, cough, MOM) guilt me into getting fake ice cream every time we're out. I can't taste the difference though, so that's supposedly a plus. Aideen took me home, I brought her to my room to show her my awesome Brick o' Glass, and I believe she was secretly pleased to know that my room isn't always as perfect as it is when she is scheduled to come over. My neat-freak habits are slipping. Sniff, sniff.
Tomorrow: Canobie Lake with Megan and Shannon
Bugbites currently bothering me: 6
WATCH BOSTON MED ON THURSDAYS AT 10! TRY TO SPOT MY MADRE, NOT THAT YOU KNOW WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE YOU 50 YEAR OLD CREEPERS!
I'm watching you...
Sarah

One Little Button

HEY Y'ALLLLLLL. Guess'm what? Y'all know how I couldn't do much of nothin' what with my last here post? No fancy doodads or whatchermercallits? I figgered it all out so now I can do this here stuff-

IT'S REALLY HARD TO TYPE IN A SOUTHERN ACCENT!!!

It has been "suggested" by my parental unit that my siblings and I write down what happens in our day-to-day lives over the summer, so we can look back and see all of the stuff we did. I really dislike my "printing" as some people refer to it, so I'll just type it here for you to view. Here's to you, Mom.

Wednesday
(The Last Day of School)

It was, as stated above, the last day of school. I brought in a t-shirt from the year before that I made everyone sign. I washed it later that night, and most of the Sharpie remained intact. Some of the red bled a little, making the area around the words pink, yet still legible. Aaron's heart has been completely destroyed, thanks to the power of Sunburst's Sunsational Scents with Cuddle Soft Power laundry detergent. I believe that our laundry detergent is one of the few items in our household that is not MB brand. I dumped my binders and other school stuff on my desk in my room, and it has not moved since. My bedroom is dying a slow, painful death of clutter, as I neglect to pick up clothes off the floor and schoolwork continues to build up on my desk, spilling onto my unmade bed. Oh, adjectives. I love you so. I went to a pool party, but was so late that I never went in the pool, because it was cold and late. Allison, our hostess of sorts, Jon, some people whose names I have already forgotten, and I wrote a MAGNIFICENT song. We rehearsed for hours, grueling over the notes and making sure everyone sang on-key. JK. Things are more fun when they're unplanned, yes? So after about 10 minutes, our crowd gathered, and while we sang, I jumped around in the background, shaking my phalanges and mouthing "JAZZ HANDS!" I ate some food, somersaulted across the elementary school field, and bruised my hip bone. I guarantee that because of that fall, I'll need hip replacent surgery when I'm old and gray. Or old and Gray-Hair-Dyed-a-Natural-Looking-Color. I realize as I type this that I mentioned all this in the previous post, down below, and now I feel stupid. Great. On to the next day of interest.

Friday

I don't remember how Friday started. All I know is, I was about to walk out the door to Megan's, but we were delayed, so I ended up being a half hour late. Not that I shouldn't have expected that. I had a B-L-A-S-T at Megan's, partly because her family is so nice, partly because she has a ginormous pool, partly because everyone there was so weird, and partly because she has really good food. I ate until I burst, and did more James Bond somersaults, because I wasn't smart enough to learn from my previous experience, and therefore smacked my knee against the grass. It was painful to walk up and down the stairs all weekend. Later that night, Jon, Megan, and I went to see Les Miserables, which was really good, and really loud, and difficult to follow. I guess I should have expected that. After all, our theater teacher is certainly NOT known for being a hugger. Or even a high-fiver. Nope. She's more of a "Either you ace my class or fail it" kind of person. I have not been daunted. I refuse to be daunted! Afterwards, Megan slept over my house, and we watched the Cosby Show and Thursday night's SYTYCD results. (I think Kent should win. I love how when he was told he wasn't cut he said "I guess they taught me something back at the farm!" I didn't know Ohio was known for its farms.)

Saturday

I went to my cousin's first birthday party. IDK. Not much to talk about there. A lady came and showed us her woodland animals. She keeps over 100 animals in her home. And she lets her pet SKUNK run around her house unsupervised. I think she's a few chicken nuggets short of a Happy Meal myself, but I'm not one to judge. I am telling you, Tori got more clothes in a half hour than I get all year! Not that I mind. I don't think there are enough days in a year for her to wear all her new outfits. They're all so cute though! On the way back home, Mom and Dad dropped me off at Christina's house, where she was having a Pig Party. Her family bought an entire pig, with eyeballs and everything, and cooked it in their backyard. That is $900 worth of pig. DIS.GUS.TING. Lucky for me, I arrived hours after they cut it up, so all I saw was some nice looking ham sitting in a tinfoil pan. For hours we swam in Christina's pool, and she and Harley (randomlysmileing.blogspot.com) taught me how to dive. My next goal is learning how to do a flip off a diving board. Yiiiiikes. Catherine came at 8, and we gathered all the wee children for a game of Cops and Robbers. This is not your average game of Cops and Robbers. NO. This is Super-Mega-Intense Cops and Robbers. There are no flashlights, it is pitch dark, and you can use the entire neighborhood (the states streets). That is, you could use the whole neighborhood until Christina couldn't find Catherine and I and she thought I was lost and/or kidnapped. Then we were limited to Oregon Rd. All I had were my fancy shoes from Tori's party, so I ran down the streets barefoot and scraped them up pretty good. But it is so unbelievably fun to squint into the darkness, then dive into some stranger's bushes, thinking you saw a Cop. There was no way a Cop was going to catch me though. I think the oldest one was 8 or 9. I even climbed a tree to avoid the nasty little coppers! At one point, when I had to catch the robbers with about five other kids, I heard Christina whispering in the bushes as I chased Catherine past. Catherine is super-speedy, so I knew I wouldn't catch her. I pretended to keep running, but turned around, located Christina in the bush by her white pants, and jumped on her. I screamed. She screamed. She called me something which I cannot put here, for this is a G-rated site. And then I dragged her to jail as I laughed and fought for my breath. That was the most priceless moment of my life.

I won't write about Sunday. Because I'm tired of typing, and I know you're tired of reading. So, it's best that we end here. I'll try to do this daily so you don't have to read for 20 minutes about my life. I'll try to limit myself to taking only 5 minutes of your life a day. After all, there are 70 days left of summer. (I just counted. And by summer I mean the days when I'm not going to school, not today until September 21.)

This post came out looking all wacky, because I copy and pasted some words from a Microsoft Document. Soz! (Soz- interj. A made up synonym for "sorry". Sprinkle it into your daily conversation. It makes life more fun.)
Going to eat more pudding.
Sarah

Tidying Up

I don't know where to begin. Or where to end. It all kind of happened in a big blur, like when you're on a roller coaster and you can't look over the side because everything is happening too fast for comprehension. But... I'll always have my lists.
THINGS ON SARAH'S MIND THAT SHE HAS BEEN TOO LAZY TO TYPE

1. I am now upset because Blogger redesigned the setup of everything, so I don't know how to center/color/enlarge my list title. Sarah=sad. :'-(
2. I won Performer of the Year at my dance recital on Saturday! There have only been 14 DOTY, one every year, and I was one of them! My jaw positively dropped to the ground when the RDE called my name. But I couldn't pick it up because my hands were full of my other awards! For my tenth year, I got a super awesome glass brick that has "Congratulations on Ten Years of Dancing" or something like that engraved
into it with another engraved ballerina above it. With my Brick o' Glass came a pedestal that lights the brick up in different colors. If I liked nightlights, that I would definitely use that one. But I light it up to show my friends, nonetheless. Not everybody has a Glass Brick, ya know. I got a certificate for being Dancer of the Month, a plaque for DOTY, and a drawstring bag for DOTY with three shirts in it! And who doesn't love shirts? My bestie Shannon won Most Improved Dancer! Those are the only two major titles given each year. We were unique!
3. IDK if I mentioned this before, but I'm a newly published poet! Hollah!!!!!!
4. I won MVP of the year in my geography class. The MVP has the highest grade point average on the team of about 80 kids. As a reward, I received an OB doll, one of those things that you squeeze and the eyes and ears pop out. Here is a picture to explain what I am doing awful at explaining. -------->
HOLY GUACAMOLE, I CAN'T INSERT PICTURES!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD??? IT'S A SIGN OF THE APOCOLYPSE!
NVM. I just pressed some more buttons. I can insert pics, but it's still a zilcho with the color/center/enlarge thing.

Everyone's saying "That's all you got for having a 98 average? That's stupid." But I kinda like it. I just name it completely randomly, using fictitious names like Julia, Nubs, or Lindsay Lohan, and squeeze the life out of the already lifeless body. Or blob. It doesn't really have a body.
5. SCHOOL IS OUT BABY! BRING ON THE WATERMELON, CORN, AND OTHER SUMMER RELATED FOODS! During this first day of freedom, I made an entire friendship bracelet, which I gave to myself, played more games than I wish to count with my siblings, walked/jogged down my street, ate at the local Longhorn Steakhouse... I guess I haven't done much of anything. Wow, I'm a loser. I DID however go to a party yesterday. Oh, good memories there. Water balloon fights gone awry, a badly sung song with me in the background shaking my hands and stage whispering "SPIRIT FINGERS!" and some AMAZING guitar playing done by your very own Jon. Not to mention I hit a ceiling fan, somersaulted across the elementary school field, and attempted to do a James Bond-like shoulder roll. The fan didn't break, by back didn't break, and I merely bruised my hip imitating the best spy to ever walk the big screen.
6. I cut my hair. I still don't know if I like it yet. It's requiring a bit too much effort in the morning, although it shortens the length of my shower time quite nicely.
7. Going to another party tomorrow. And one the day after that. Someone call me. I don't want to spend Sunday playing games with Nick and Julia and walking in circles in my pool with a library book. Let's make this summer one to remember, eh?
Love you guys!
Sarah

This looks so boring without colored words. I'll try to fix it for next time. I'll try to post in a more timely fashion.

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice?

You know that saying about girls and how we're all "sugar, spice, and everything nice"? What I say to those people is-
What deep, dark hole have you been living in for the past century? Girls are catty, mean, and two-faced. Minus the occasional angel. ():-)
And have you honestly ever seen a boy running around with a severed puppy dog's tail in his hand? Snakes and snails... those are more common. But when you see a boy running around with Fluffy's tail twitching in his palm, I don't care how understanding you are, you better call the cops. Because that young boy is PSYCHOTIC.
What does this have to do with anything? Nothing. It was just a thought that wandered into my mind. Like those annoying radio jingles that get stuck in your head, and refuse to leave.

"1-877-KARS 4 KIDS! K-A-R-S CARS FOR KIDS!"

This week is a long one, for more than one reason. Reason One: Only FIVE more days left of school. I can count the number of times I have to wake up at 5:15 on one hand now! Do you know how EXCITING that is???
Reason Two: It's dance recital week! It's one of MY personal favorite weeks of the year, second only to the week that I buy school supplies and new clothes for school. Because I'm a freak who loves the smell of new school supplies. And clothes. Have you ever really sniffed a Crayola crayon before? It smells of hopes and good wishes, and drawings that will almost certainly fail if the crayon is in my hand.
Enough about my freakish nature. Dance week kicked off Monday with pictures. Pictures are two high-energy hours filled with squeals of "How does my hair look?" "Is my costume on right?" and "WHICH FOOT DOES THIS SHOE GO ON???" Fun stuff, right?" Reeeeeeeeeal fun stuff. Recital 2010 will be different for me because this is my 10th year at my studio, so I get an award (Yay!) and I was Dancer of the Month in November, so I get an award for that too! This is also my first year where I'm in more than two dances. I feel special! Last night was rehearsal night, and it was hectic, as per usual, but I got really pysched, also as per usual. I ran almost all of my dances perfectly, except for the last one, where I blanked on what I was supposed to do halfway through the dance. And I did accidently hit Tessa on the head when we were practicing our ballet... sorry Tessa! I'll try to avoid your head on Saturday!
Do any of you know what actually goes on backstage? Do you? I bet you don't. You would never guess. Are we practicing our routines? No. Stretching? No. Doing homework? HECK NO. We are, in reality, gorging ourselves on food, especially Twizzlers, and jumping up and down to try to calm our nerves. That, or blasting our iPods to drown the voices in our heads screaming "FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!"
I CAN'T WAIT!
Sarah ;-)

Me wearing my ballet costume! I think that one is my favorite, just because it swishes on my legs when I walk! Swish, swish, swish, swish...

Rain, Rain, Go Away...

Here we are. One week is gone. Another is on its way, and hopefully this one will be about 20 degrees cooler, with less humidity and pollen. Yeah. That would be nice.
I really should be working on my social studies project. I haven't done anything with it all weekend, and after nagging my group to MAKE SURE they finished their assigned slides by Monday, I'm the one who hasn't so much as logged onto Google Docs.
Oh gourd. Now I feel guilty. Who invented that lame emotion! GO AWAY GUILT!

THINGS THAT MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY

• When I eat the last brownie.
• When I eat the last brownie and there is a perfectly good banana sitting in front of me.
• When I take the nice yellow looking banana instead of the mushy one with brown spots.
• When I eat half a box of cereal that could have fed someone else in my family at least twice.
• When I take a twenty minute hot shower that should have lasted ten minutes.
• When I forget to feed Charlie.
• When I haven't changed the cats' water for a loooooooong time.
• When I walk into Julia's room and see Butterscotch sitting in her cage looking sad, lonely, and bored.
• When I walk AWAY from Butterscotch without changing her water, giving her some fruit, or trying to play with her.
• When I press the invisible button on AIM so it appears as though I'm offline and people won't talk to antisocial me.
• When I don't post for a long time.
• When I hear people saying mean stuff about other people and I stand there doing nothing.
• When I sit at the computer for hours and it's sunny outside.

I'm done here. Peace out!
Sarah

Daaaaaang. My face looks fat in that picture. It's probably because the ribbon around my head is squeezing my brain into my hair and cheeks. Yup. That's gotta be it.