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Golden Paradise
Child Of the Sea
Sir Winston Churchill High School
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Luvliness.net
Loobylu.com
Puckish
In Focus: A photojournalists journey through kidney failure
Robot Frank
Uniquity.org
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2xy.org
MilkyElephant
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Minipops
Persona
Jinsom
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Shotdead
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Miscellaneous
Name : Sarah
Nick : Pyra*, Silver_Spider, pyrofly, pyrafly, rose16, spydra, firefly
Age : I'm almost 18. Yay! However, right now, I feel 12. {Birthday March 12!!}
City : Thunder Bay, CAN
Status : While in math, I find myself going down in flames.
Colour : orange.
Zodiac : 
Book : Rose Daughter - Robin McKinney / Haunting by Ruby Jean Jenson -- still working on these two. [Recently, reading 'The Princess Bride' {abridged} by William Goldman]
T.V. : Gilmore Girls, Survivor, er
Movie Rental : Clifford, Paranoid, Black Sheep, The Big Lebowski, Mad Love, Excess Baggage, Fight Club
Just Purchased : Movies; Legend, Ferris Bueller's Day Off. More Gum [Spearmint, yay]. White computer paper. Pens. Pencils. 24 pack oil pastels.
Song(s) : Coconut/Harry Nilsson, You're So Vain/Carly Simon, You Can Do It/Ice Cube, Drive/Incubus, Porno Mouth/Holly McNarland
Drink : White Hot Chocolate, Brownie Frappacino
Future Profession : Photojournalism (?)* I've decided I'm in love with photography.
Would Like to Be : A stowaway.
Weekend Plans : Friday - dinner w/ ppl who I'll pretend not to know, Saturday - go out w/ mel and sar and some guy who i dunno, Sunday - relax. Or drive to the French Riveria. Is that possible.. ?
Upcoming Calendar : March 8 - Biology Test [Mitosis, Meiosis, Ch. 22], March 9 - Anniversary of Linda and Grandma's deaths, March 12 - My BIRTHDAY!! yay!!; Keri's birthday; Mel abandons me for the sordid world of Calgary, March 14 - Miles' Birthday
Players
Sarah : Pyra : I - Mostly you'll hear the frequent insane ramblings of me. And the occasional screwed grammar, as well.
Mel - My bestest friend. We've been friends since we were about 3 years old, when we used to taunt other neighbourhood children together. We are both hideously evil.
Sarah E : Sar - The quintessential girl next-door/good girl. She's my other bestest friend. She finds things like scooters and hot dogs and the word 'ignorance' hilarious. She's a sick puppy. :)
Tanya : Tan - Me and Tan used to constantly fight over control of Sarah, as Sarah was once quite controllable. She's an Internerd, but of course, and is much smarter than me when it comes to codes and stuff. I taught her how to place an image on her page tho, so there! *thpppt*
Gen - Gen is my cousin, hence I am Cuzzie. That makes me ultra cool of course. She could kick my ass in a millisecond tho, so that also makes her slightly frightening. I could never call her Genny. Calling her Genny would result in the breaking of my other wrist. Or some other more horrible fate. *Shudders*
Brad - Brad is my brother. He's a dick. And right now he's really bitchy cos he's trying to quit smoking, but he's on the patch. But I love him anyway. yay Brad.
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The Day Before the Big Day
Somehow, I thought I'd feel more cool at 18. Then again, I also thought I'd have a boyfriend named Todd, frizzed out big hair, and tons and tons of eye makeup. I won't even begin to mention the whole Tiffany dream.
My plans today:
Stay in my pink jammies for a ridiculous amount of time.
Clean my room {as I've been so apt to do lately}
Do some painting.. maybe watch a movie.
I'm just gonna relax. yay!
Last night was fun.. I scared some poor driver driving beside us by smooshing my face up against the window and then waving. I also danced to the Backstreet Boys, did the YMCA, shuddered in embarrassment as Sarah made us play Abba, and then bowled a spectacular game of -wow- 67! Go me!
Also, I coined the phrase, "Speckled Breasts" {an effect from the bowling alley blacklights}, butchered a perfectly well-going game of pool, and rambled on about drawing pictures of Satan.
OHHHH YEAHHH! :) And I *do* expect birthday cards!! I will also accept major credit cards!!
Sunday, March 11, 2001 01:48 p.m.
Countdown to MY BIRTHDAY-- 2 days!!
I spent an extra-heinous amount of time getting ready today. In about an hour and a half, Sarah will be here with some of my other cronies, we'll go pick up Mel and then head over to "The Hang-out of the New Millenium" -- that being Mario's Bowl.
I s'pose it truly is too much to ask that some sort of bus crashes into our car, harming no one, but involving us with some very nasty drug dealers from Colombia, where we engage in the most freaked out, wonderful and crazy adventure of our lives.
Why is my life soooo very unexciting..? Its somehow disturbing that I anticipate buying Clean & Clear at the local Safeway.
Whoa-o here she comes! Watch out boys, she'll chew you up!! Whoa-o here she comes!
Argh. If only.
Saturday, March 10, 2001 06:02 p.m.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
The house is a mouse. I mean mess. {one too many children's books for today :S} The kitchen: piles of dirty dishes, a disastrous stove, mountains of papers on the table and the floor is atrocious. The basement, which was formerly s'posed to be cleaned for its soon to be spectacular gutting, is scattered, as I'm sure one of 400 of you have seen quite regularly, with cds, clothing, papers, books and other sloppy paraphenilia.
The living room, has a slanted coffee table. The chair is frozen with it's foot rest sticking out, the televisions on the most annoying channel ever created in the history of Cabledom and the floor, is so much like the other rooms, that I shudder to contemplate it. Pastels on the couch, and slip-covers off the arm rests, slanted pictures in dusty frames and boots abandoned on the threshold from the seldom-used-what-its-supposed-to-be-used-for coat room.
Tonight, my friends, I must clean. This house is horrendous. Not that it wasn't hideously ugly before, but now, it looks like it was converted into a junkyard heap. Truly.
Plus I have many many many pent up frustrations, which is so unneccesarily unfair, as my birthday is now in 3 days... by the way, I do expect you to take special note of that y'all. Okies..? Ooo....!! Sarah just signed in.. toodles!
*Forgets to clean for the rest of the night* -- Prediction.
Friday, March 9, 2001 08:21 p.m.
I'm bored out of my mind, well-ly and truly.
So here I am in this tiny tiny little office, there are spelling things on the bored and entire lists of words and prefixes and morphographs [the only reason I know that particular word is because it's printed on a large sheet of chart paper with words like reuse, replay and reflect on it.] There is a tremendous amount of teal green and the blue from the bulletin board i seen really well in contrast with the white of the walls.
Basically, I'm describing all of this because I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing right now, and this keyboard is driving me nuts. t-y-p-e b-e-t-t-e-r d-a-m-n y-o-u!! Okay, after that small, miniscular outburst, I'm fine. I have math next period, argh. I don't wanna go. :*( However, as you can tell, I have nothing of substance to say, and so, I must go.
Much later:
Wow. What the hell was I talking about in the above statement...? Let it be a warning to the danger of melting into pools of boredom, okies..?
Thursday, March 8, 2001 01:34 p.m.
Ah, the problems with me..
Problem #1 -- I look at way too many sites a day. Besides my ass seemingly permanently attached to my chair, I also overly-frequently listen to 70/80's tunage. Sad, really. Anyway, because I look at all these sites I begin to think of newer designs for this page, and of course, become pretty much disatisfied with my entire HTML effort. So blah.
I *am* going to be screwing around with things for awhile again, I think. There's a total lack of something here that's annoying the hell out of me.. and hopefully once I find it the redesigns will become less frequent.
BTW, someone should tell Leppy that he's no longer 13. Ew.
Wednesday, March 7, 2001 02:32 p.m.
Oh, fart.
Since when did Sarah become such a bad influence on me..?
To skip or not to skip, that is the question.
Blah. silly girl.
Tuesday, March 6, 2001 08:54 p.m.
Do you also have ducks on your monitor..?
I had to send Tan an email to see if her email was working. Thus, i did send her an email but have yet to know whether her email is working or not. Silly not working email! And now I will stop saying email.
But.. here is the EMAIL. ;p
SUBJECT: DID THIS EMAIL GET THROUGH??
Heyyyy!!
I'm assuming that if you're reading this it got through, so good. If not, its lost in the anals of server-dom, and some poor computer geek is sitting at his computer, where he recently hacked, and is reading all of our poor lost mail.
So sad.
Ok then. :)
::sarah::
I'm also assuming her parents are reading this. Did I sound weird..? Cos me and Ben had a really extensive conversation tonight on the fact that I frequently sound as if I'm on crack.
But I'm not.
Or at least I don't think I am. Can that stuff be slipped into drinks..? I'm thirdly assuming not, cos 1) I've never really been to a bar. Legally, anyway. and 2) I'm not the kind of person who ppl would slip drugs too. I look too wholesome.
Laughs evilly.
Alright. Enough of that. But HEY! someone else also quotes 10th Kingdom!! or worships it like I, but I'm not sure on that point yet..
Tuesday, March 6, 2001 07:43 p.m.
yawns, rather loudly.
I have many great things I planned to do today.
So far, none of them have been started, let alone finished.
Blah.
Sunday, March 4, 2001 02:42 p.m.
Saturday Night Chutzpah
Oh yeah. I'm feeling ultra cool. I've got my brother's huge earphones on. [see down below] Nothing -- I say nothing! -- is cooler, and/or makes one cooler. I'm still in my pj's.. and my hair is resembling some strange afro, cos I slept on it wet last night. We went out to Chicago Joe's restaurant, where me and Brad preceded to discuss the various uses for cucumbers and our post-high school education. It was quite the exciting night, I gotta say.
 
Anyway, tonight me and Sarah and Mel are going to go out for supper, cos we haven't done anything with just us in awhile. We used to be this group that seemed to be stuck together with crazyglue. Super strong crazy glue, like that kind that you read about in grade four mini-novels where children get stuck to material goods and worry about the possiblility of never, ever, *ever* getting unstuck.
Hold on!! Phone!!
Which is sort of a useless statement, because as you're reading this most likely you did not take the full ten minutes to pause as I talked to Sarah. But if you did, you can obviously now continue reading.
I still have to have a shower, then I have to clean the basement {which is what I've been planning to do for the past five years being stuck in this awful, awful house}.. Mel's coming over between four and five, and Sar around the same time.. yay! I feel like I haven't gone out in a millennium.
I probably also should go to Beacon Hill today. I haven't really mentioned this yet, but my Nanny had to be moved to a nursing care facility on Thursday. We were hoping that she'd get one of her three choices, among those being Pioneer Ridge, or Grandview which both have really good reputations. But because she was on a 24 hour emergency list for those with chronic care, she had to take the first bed available, or would be sent home, which is pretty much impossible, because she's started wandering, and hallucinating, and needs 24 hour care.
Anyway, we had to take the Versacare bed, at Beacon Hill, which is most definitely one of the most horrible places I've ever been. I've truly decided that I'll never grow old. Ever. As soon as I turn 60, I'll jump off a plane and go skydiving. I'll climb a mountain. I'll go handgliding. I'll swim with woman-eating sharks in the aptly named Dead Sea, and hope that my daredevil shannigans will produce some sort of heart attack, or horrible accident, that ends my life before I ever have to worry about becoming an Alzheimer's patient, or having osteoporosis, or being old and fragile and weak.
Sometimes I think growing old is what I fear most.
Beacon Hill has old people lined up along the halls, crying and moaning and drooling. The rooms were meant to be small private rooms, but they've added another bed to each of them, and left one small light for two people to share.
I know that my grandmother never wanted to be in a Nursing Home. And me and my mom feel really guilty about that. Especially that she ended up where she is. When I went to go see her on Thursday, I could barely last a halfhour. She was lying in bed, with this innocent look on her face, like some sort of frightened child, with her long fingers curled over top of the blankets, and her hair wet and matted down, with small wild curls spilling over the pillow.
I swear to God, I nearly started sobbing when she looked at me, as she's started doing lately, as if I'm the only one that understands her or something, or as if I were her mother or her best friend, or her saviour.. and she told me, "Oh no. I can't stay here. It's too chilly. It's too cold. The window's open. I'd just like to go home now. I'll get my coat on and we can go home."
But I know that she's never coming home again. And the house seems more empty. And more hideous then ever.
Saturday, March 3, 2001 01:36 p.m.
March Break Plans
Sarah says:
hey is mel going ot calgary for march break?
pyra says:
yup
Sarah says:
ahh i'm staying here in dumpy t bay grrr
Sarah says:
are you staying heretoo?
pyra says:
no.
pyra says:
i'm going to mexico.
pyra says:
i'm going to hot wire a car.
pyra says:
i'm going to meet a hard-muscled young man of Italian descent.
pyra says:
I'm going to take horrible advantage of him and kidnap him when he's drunk and passed out at Armanis.
pyra says:
Then I'm going to drag him to Mexico.
pyra says:
And he'll become my boytoy. yay!
pyra says:
then i'll rob a bank, give birth to the future president, and tattoo polka dots on my face.
pyra says:
I'll also rename myself Bertha Sun Moon Salinkski
pyra says:
of the Seventh Neptune Quadron
Sarah says:
hahaaha
pyra says:
you can tag along if you want
Sarah says:
hey i'm going to youth worship night tomorow night
pyra says:
if you don't mind the wild parties and bouts of drinking and drugs and strange men in leather.
pyra says:
i know you're into that stuff tho, so you shouldn't have a problem
Sarah says:
and i migth go to church in the pub sun nigth yaay
pyra says:
hehe
pyra says:
you could hand out pamphlets to the winos
I'll probably end up in Schreiber tho. *SIGHS*
Friday, March 2, 2001 12:01 p.m.
 
All content (except otherwise indicated) copyright 2001 Sarah Sovereign. No touchy, no hurty :)
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