you can work real hard or just fantasize, but you don't start living till' you realize....

god gave rock and roll to you. true story.

twice in one night, i know, i know.

can you believe i turned down the pub when the alternative is staying in alone? i can - because i know me. its not that im addicted or even truly that interested in the internet, im past my fascination with myspace and facebook really, and i certainly dont play world of war craft - but the thing is, im just not up to it! im 18, and im not up to it. though, having said that - ive only entered a pub for anything other than food with the family once - we bought 'Yoda's' which turned out to be satisfyingly disgusting, and lime green in colour, then buggered off home. i love spending time with people, going out, talking to crazy old rockers on the buses - but pubs just arnt my thing, especially around here. i like going out to mass camps, group meetings - bloody scout camps! they were the best... not pubs... not anywhere you have to have do your hair to be honest.

im tired; bath then bed i think - and ill take the lovely David Starkey with me for some reading :) perhaps a cup of tea...

was anyone else cooler when they were 12? dear me.

and she's back on the ice cream.

(Carte D'or coconut - oh my my.)

Reading through my previous posts - anyone who has happened to come across this profile probably thinks that all i do is read, eat ice cream, complain about things i haven't explained properly - and worry about the mortality of characters / people in books who would be dead by now whether or not they were burned at the steak. the thing about websites like this is you only ever actually seem to go on them when you are out of your mind with boredom - that is unless you have some degree of commitment to it.

thats what i intend to do (yes future Sarah (who's probably alone, on a Saturday, eating ice cream and still in her pajamas), you did make that statement) maybe ill take a Bridget Jones approach - of course i wont weigh myself in... i loved that as a part of the book but for me to do it would be obscene, though the other thing is i'm just not sure WHAT exactly i do actually get up to in day to day life. i don't do sport apart from on a Sunday when i go climbing, i don't cook unless you count beans on toast as a culinary triumph, i don't go to dance classes or French classes or play a musical instrument... oh wow say - i've just realized how great that auto save function is, not that i've written anything particularly stirring in the last ten minutes, but what a great little function.

its seven days until christmas - ill try to have something more interesting between now and then. :)

Sarah almost cracks.

well, today i got probably a little TOO irate about the letter that I've been stressed about not arriving turning out to be found buried under someone else's mail... two weeks after it actually had arrived (why? why would you cover it with your own mail then going on holiday for a fortnight without giving it to me!? RAAAAGE) - but my god that thing had been stressing me out! i swear, its going to end up costing me at least an extra £30, three grey hairs and cutting about 90 minutes off my life expectancy. but what was really strange was after the post office hadn't opened on time and id been back and forth to the co-op attempting to purchase stamps, then given up and stood back outside of the post office waiting for either service or death in the miserable north eastern weather - on the verge of having a mental break down - a 1900's steam locomotive drove down the centre of my tiny mining village on the back of a wagon. totally through me off. certainly made it very difficult to remain in a state of violence - especially seen as the very next car happened to be the (late!) post office guy! alright god.... you win this one - it was kind of worth loosing some hair pigments.

yes - trains brighten my day. it really was a lovely bit of stuff :D

I WAS RIGHT TO WORRY!

Wolsey is dead :( but it was nicer than i thought it would be. at least they didn't kebab him like i thought they would. but that was ages ago now anyway... so, life since last month - hasn't changed - i think my IQ has dropped significantly... one of the things I've noticed lately is how when you organise nothing, things get organised for you - and you end up with a full week to a month of things to do planned out even though you didn't actually take any initiative yourself, pretty sweet! anyway. its gotten to that stage now where is quarter past four and I'm still in my pj's, i really need to decide on something concerning my life that will make me a fun and interesting person that doesn't involve creating thousands of friendship bracelets and handing them out like sweets - because i just don't have the string for that anymore - i need to develop some sort of... life? after over a fortnight of NO rock climbing (aka, exercise) its beginning to take its tole so there's ONE thing to sort out.... I'm writing this whilst holding the belief that no one is reading it - and though at first when i decided to do this, i hoped they would - I'm now beginning to strongly hope they're not, because I'm writing a whole lot of rubbish on here, but then, if you're not reading this am i technically talking to myself? not the best way to go about starting to have a life.... I'm going to go now and read some more... maybe even get dressed? thank god i have company tonight - someone to watch the 'feel good' movies with and binge on cereal....

A wobbly Start

So, hi, I'm Sarah and I'm new to this. If I'm honest I'm not really TOO sure what to do with it, so I guess i just write like a journal in here? Thats what I'm planning on doing anyway. I wonder how many people will actually read this.... let me know if you do.

So, today huh? Well, there's nothing to write about today really - it's been pretty nice.... but I think I'll just go read for a bit now, write in this later.... I need to get one of those Iphone things, so I can update as stuff happens - and have an Ihobo. That would be sweet.

(Carte Dore rum and raisin? phwoar. please.)

Anyway, Thomas Cromwell, I'm entering your world (worried about Wolsey - I know what's going to happen is bad.... but how bad? Thank GOD we didn't study this in GCSE History)