Do you know how many people have family bogs? I think it is quite crazy. Especialy since they have a tone of followers. Do people really follow family blogs? Why? Well maybe that sounds rude. Anyway...



There is no one reading this. No one. Why? Does no one like me? Am I boring? Do I ask to many questions? Maybe it's because I don't talk about boys. I suppose that could be true seeing as though I only read the blogs with boy problems in them. The thing is though, I don't really like anyone. I mean THERE ARE NO CRUSH-WORTHY GUYS IN STEILACOOM. Or at least not like any... Reasonable ones... (tee-hee).



So I decided to start taking down other peoples boy problems and writing a blog on them. I shall still write on these however I am pretty sure no one is going to read it. Any way the new URL is

Mother's Day Poem

I close my eyes to prtend for a while.
That my theme song is really playing and makes you smile.
That my book (whish I haven't started) is finished.
That mom's would never feel underdiminshed.
That this day was more than once a year.
That I never have another fear.
That all of my dreams come true.
That I'm just like you.
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I've laughed and sneezed and chocked and coughed.
But you've always been there with love and tissues so soft.
You've held my hand tight through things really hard.
You've been my teddy bear and my princess guard.
You're always my mommy. My Mother. My Mom.
You'll be there to kiss the boo-boo on my plam.
And to give a back rub to when you've had a rough day.
As long as you have the 5 bucks to pay. : )

Chapter 2 Gretch

I sat down quietly in the seat next to the boy's. He had his head slumped down, in a tangled silver-y blond mess and his eyes closed. I almost grinned at the fact he was tapping his toe with no music playing. But I didn't. I don't grin at all anymore. Not since the nightmares.


"What are you here for?"


I swivel my head around to see the boy. Now hair pushed out of face to see his--stunningly, wow-ingly even--green eyes. "Wha-what?"


He smiled a slow... smirk. Like he was mocking me before I had said more than 1 and a half words. Oh wait.



I try to correct myself. "My school consular said this would be good for me and my uuh, resume. Hanging with another person. You know. How many people are in the program anyway?"



He rolled his eyes, like I was slow. He was starting to annoy me but who was I to say anything. I was no one to say anything. See Dad. I DO pick up on these things. "Like, 2. Me and you," My eyes must have grown wide and he laughed, "God, you should see your face. Naww there are a lot of people. But we are getting paired up with just one other and have to go threw like.. trust counseling or whatever. Not like I care."



Well. I guess I don't have to Wonder why he is in this program. I'm here for my resume. That's it. The consular told me to come here for my college resume.



"Oh. Yeah." I say remembering that I was in the middle of the half conversation. You know him talking me rambling and mumbling. Maybe I should be in an speech class for good credit on the college stuff. "So are we ever meeting in like a group or something?"

Another dark laugh from the light boy beside me. "Suuure. I bet there gonna love a good little school girl like you. Bet you'll like them too. Well maybe Marissa." He flipped some long hair out of his face and turned his head slowly to face me. "But of course. She likes squirrels."

I gulped in a little bit and try to make in unnoticeable. He noticed. "Oh, don't worry. I'm probably the worst when you get down to, you know," he bends close to me and turns the greens eyes on to my brown ones, "Fallowing up on my threats."

Chapter 1 Robin(who is a dude)

I looked at the ground from the cold leather seat of the therapist's office. 'The therapist.' Ha. Like I don't know the guy. I guess I'm just rolling into character. Wait no, not character. Just me being stupid. Never mind.

I'm pretty sure she's about to walk in.

Marissa reported dutiful from the cell phone she carried every where. She's been watching the girl--Gretchen?--all day. The only thing she wouldn't tell me is anything about her appearance which happened to be the only thing I needed from her. She said that I'll know who she is when I see her. God, My life is annoying. Or just my... family(?). Or what-ever they are. A lot of them wanted to play a long with me.

"Gretchen Johnson?" A soft voice seemed to question from the window. I closed my eyes and let that voice circle me for a minute. It was cool and soft and scratchy in the best way. Not what I had expected. But I guess I had to get used to it. Though it wasn't my choice.

"Ah, yes. It seems you have the three o'clock for the new program?" Margret replied pretending to run through files for her information we didn't have. "Just have a seat next to Robin on in the waiting areas."

There was a quick silence. Ha. She was about as excited as me. Grand. "Sure."

Today I...

Went on an ADVENTURE with Sabrina to the dock where we had random conversations about random things like always.
Read 2 books and got mad at Scott Westerfeild.
Sent a long e-mail of which no one replied to.
Studied for a map test on Friday I don't want to take.
Smiled.
Heard several stories from my friends I have already heard a ka-ba-gillion times.
Made salsa in Spanish class.
(Sorry I ment MANGO SALSA!!!!!)
Watched a lot of you-tube videos.
Got a MADD belly ach.
had to leave the post... now!

People Watching in the WAshington Outlets

I was people watching in the outlet's food court on the way home from San Juan Island which I spent the week-end watching Bones on Hulu, and reading boos about dragons. You don't even have to tell me I'm a nerd I know. Anyway I wrote them all down on paint chips because I had no paper. In all it was pretty awesome except for the fact I lost Tiger Lily, Vigilante, Spiced Sugar, and Wishful Thinking because they are covered in random facts about people I was semi stalking from the past hour. I'm a nerd as we have established.

1. Creepy guy in red wheel chair at table ahead of me staring at random people. Old-ish, Gray hair and some sort of Asian I am not sure of. People watcher ?
2. Four girls behind me. A Mom, Daughter and 2 mom friends. Mom gets mad at daughter a lot. They are behind me and it is hard to get a god look at them all with out looking like a creepy stalker.
3. 20 or so Asian Dude at the longer table. Another guy with about the same profile across from him with lap-top and a back-pack. Lotta Asians here come to think of it. Lots of 'e. Weird. Convention?
4. Family of four all Caucasian. A little girl, a little boy (older by only a couple of years), a mom, and a dad. The little boy is running up and down on the chairs of the long table down that the Asian boys are gone. Daughter is counting on fingers quite loudly.
5. Mom's friend from #2 is now complaining about not "hitting enough stores". Wants to go to Coach. She is about as snotty as Mom. And come to think of it the little baby. And the only nice one as far as I can tell hasn't even said anything. Ooh. And I think she's that Grandmother.
6. A Long brown haired girl in her teens walks down and sits were the two Asian dudes were. She has really strait hair and is eying my curly blond hair in... could that be jealousy? Hah. I am sooooo putting this on Blogspot.
7. Scary dude with about 7 earrings on only his left ear just walked by. He was wearing all black and a black base ball hat. He is also Asian. God what is up with that? I am purely asking this out of curiosity ot out of like, racism, but still why so may?
8. Asian family (Boy my age, girl 7-ish, Dad middle age-ish) standing in front of my table contemplating Subway sandwiches with thick accents. The boy has one of these trippin' super hero shirts that I want really bad. Tooo bad I doubt they sell 'em at outlets. too bad.
9. Brown haired (jealous) girl now has a man and women and sister(?) with her. Family I assume. Not as constantly looking at my hair sigh. Of course there are more people looking at me though I think that has to do with my whole "Harriet the Spy" Aura I am giving out by writing things on paint chips about random people in a food court. God. I'm losing it.

Well Tata me lovers.

~Sarah

Rules to Live By Written During Fantastic Mr. Fox During Super 6 When We Got Good Grades and Got to Just Sit There and Watch a (Really Weird) Movie

Introducing The Cast...

Mac (The one you can't trust with shovles because she will either kill someone with it or nurture him like a child and name him and creep us all out. *Hey Clim Jr. 1,2,3, and 4.*)

Kadence M (The One We Can't Trust With A Shot Gun because she would shot things when-ever she got bored. I'm not kidding when I say this. She really would without reason.)

Sarah M. (You know what? It's Me we can't trust with... well any sharp objects at all. Because I usually end up like... hurting my self majorly. Or who ever is standing next to me. )

Zoe was also here but, we can trust here with anything. Darn Trust worthy person.
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1. Don't sing along (or even Hum) alone to show-tunes in front of Kadence. (Sarah)
2. Don't criticize the ones with knives. (Kadence)
3. Criminals=Hotties. Especially the ones with tattoos.(Sarah)
4. Don't skip more than three parties a week. (Kadence)
5. When people say "Don't Do That!" do it anyway. It almost always Pays off. (Sarah)
6. When ever asked where you were last night answer "Watssit to ya! Wassit even matter to ya! God! Get off my back! Why's you always on my back!?" (I'm guessing it's obvious)
7. Or Say, "You know... That one place... We went there once with those... you know... people that one time. Hey I love you shoes!" (Sarah)
8. Sometimes the villain does win. They just don't want you to see that part in the movie. (Sarah)
9. Don't mess with the psychotic old guy. Ever. (Sarah)
10. Don't ever trust people who try to tell you what to do with your life. (Mac) (What took you so long?!) (Sorry! I couldn't think of any!)
11. Don't become a human shield. Pain coming your way. (Mac)
12. Being held hostage is not fun. Neither is eating coats. (Both Kadence and Sarah.) (Sarah you have never actually eaten a coat.) (I did in My dream last night!) (That is not the same thing AT ALL.) (I still feel scarred.)
13. Referring to #1, don't snap along eith. Kade is a Meany fish. (Sarah)
14. Referring to # 1 and #13, apparently those rules don't apply to her. Grr. (Sarah)
15. Being Different in the brain can be good. I should now. (Sarah)
16. Don't---Always---Don't---Always---Don't! Give Kadence a Shot Gun. (Sarah and Kadence)
17. EVER (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). (Sarah)
18. All good were-wolves are named Sam. (Sarah) (Really?) (What?) (Were-wolves?) (What about them?) (THEY DON'T EXIST.)
19. Were-wolves, vampires, unicorns, and pixies do too exist! (Sarah but Mac agrees and I bet Zoe does too if she would answer me.)
20. Tell your husband you're pregnant when you're about to die. Always. (Mac about Fantastic Mr. Fox)
21. When Mac Says, "Oh No! She's Moved from lightning to tornados!" get worried. Get very worried. (Sarah)
22. Don't listen to rule 19. I didn't mean it like that. (Mac)
23. Still worried. (Sarah)
24. Dance in empty super market just to kill Kadence's. (Mac and Sarah)
25. Never read Roald Dahl's books. I don't believe in him. Against my religon. (Kadence)
26. We already know that religon means nothing. Kadence doesn't even believe in unicorns. Hah! (Sarah)
27. Never eat mushrooms. My religon declared them evil. (Kade)
28. Whack-Bat is Sarah's new game because all people do is run in circles. (Sarah declared by Kadence and Zoe)
29. Booze (the dude) is awesome. (Mac)
30. Wait! Booze was evil! What the heck are you talking about? (Sarah)
31. No! Booze is only evil when he is mad. When he's not he's all sweet. (Mac)
32. Fur is scary. (Kadence on Fantastic Mr. Fox Special Effect Video)
33. Everyone loves Booze cus he's hot. Specially Jacklin. (Mac)
34. He killed her!!!!!!! (Sarah)
35. Middle school is not all it's cracked up to be. (Kadence)
36. The British Firefighters are HOT!! (Mac)
37. Sometimes sarah can agree with Mac when it isn't about killer boyz. (Sarah)
38. Never trust Therapists. (all of us.)