I saw a man today... and that man had the Nastiest unibrow I have ever encountered, at least personally. Right in the middle of that infamous uni, it was parted so that there were two pointed spikes of brow-hair, kinda like those penguins with the huge arches of whiskers sprouting from their faces. I wondered if that man uses gel to make them like that...

Men, theres a fine line between being a hairy guy and a guy who fits in with gorillas. Please take advantage of the tools available... Excess hair, not a friend, it's an enemy.

Anyway, going to the Fallout Boy concert this weekend in Urbana (Champagne) Illinois with three amigos of mine... Paul, Pete, Pedro... haha Pedro... cept he doesnt even look like a pedro. It kinda sounds like im being accompanied on this trip by the Apostles... Cept Pedro ruins it all. haha anyway Concert is on Saturday night. We are going down there Friday night.... I'm sure it will be a good time though.

B.T.W. It always bothers me writing a day followed by night. For example: Friday night... Saturday night. It seems redundant to have day in there. So from now on im going to refer to it as Satnight, Frinight. and if im talking about a date in the future it will  be referred to by the specific abreviation of that date. Fri. Sat. Sun.           I dont care if you say it or not, but I, on the other hand will. Therefore, i will have extra milliseconds to spew excess useless verbal banter.

I hope everyone is getting T.L.C.,         suck it :)

Sarah

Im so fucking pissed off right now... i am seething... if i were animated, i would have billlowing smoke coming out of my ears at this very moment.

I could feel the anger rising when i had to talk to this really annoying person this morning. He is annoying due to the fact that he is soooo incredibly stupid. To give you an idea, he's one of those gotta have my collar popped guys. What a gay.... I'm sure it is due to the way his genes were mended together and that he can't help it. However, I'm also sure that he has just as much himself  to blame for his continually lowering IQ, for as how much he drinks, im sure he's pissing most of his IQ points into the toilet, and there they go swirling down. I try to avoid him; however, occasions arise where it was necessary, and today was one of those days. So, we interacted. And as much as I didn't want to, I got thoroughly annoyed.

So the mood is set.                                                                              and its not good.

Okay then i get home... i have to find my uniform for today. We have a game at Kaskasia College, which is located in Centralia, i think. I have to bring not just the part of uniform that we are wearing because that would be too fucking easy, but all of it so that they can surprise us with some random picking of which parts of the uniform we are to wear. I wish wed just go nude and get all that outta the way. I found every last fucking piece of clothing except for my black warm up shirt. to give you a sense of how much we have to bring

          3 different pairs of spandex (1 blue, 1 black, and 1 black with tiny white stripe) 2 different jerseys and 1 cover shirt, 2 warm-up shirts: one black, one gray... god damn black warm up

IT is nowhere at all to be seen. i looked in EVERY place. everywhere. You may not believe that I did, but i most certainly did.  My car, my recently CLEANEd room, my sisters room, the old room we used to share, EVERYONES laudnry basket, everyones hampers, the washer, the dryers, underneath couches and recliners, behind cabinets, in my car including the trunk, in bathrooms. I even went to my brothers room, and i shudder at the recollection. NO where. My mom heard me looking so she proceeded to look herself. What annoyed me was that she looked every single place i looked, even if i told her i looked there, but i didnt say anything due to the fact she was trying to help.

After triple checking i stopped looking. I sat down on the couch. I texted my sister and asked her if she had it--- no she said. Meanwhile, im wondering when and if my boyfriend cary would call like he said, we had gotten into a bit of a tiff the night before. My mom walks in and starts asking me why i have to act like such a bitch and that it is because of my irresponsibilty that my shirt was missing. Okay i wonder... how the fuck is what she saying going to help... the shirts already missing... im obviously extreemly pissed off... i know its my fault its missing. Was what she was saying supposed to make me have a better attitude about my shirt. So while shes yelling, I turn on the t.v. and start playing the drums on my legs while simultaneously blowing puffs of air out of my mouth....... -> more yelling ensued. The main reason im mad about my shirt is that im probably gonna get in trouble for not having it. If i get the other girls in trouble, then im def. screwed. and another reason im mad... how in the hell can a shirt just disappear. It boggles my mind. I absolutely dont get it. Im so impatient and being confused increases my impatientness.

Ive given up. Im just not gonna have it. Oh fucking well. HOwever, now im even more mad cause Cary called after i talked to him on-line. I wasnt really talking cause i was writing this... ihad to get it out. It was making my stomach hurt. He just had to know what was wrong and i told him i didnt want to takl to him about it right then because in all reality id probably cry... pathetic i know. Anyway, he thought it was about him. it wasnt. i told him that but he didnt believe it because he brought up last night. That, i definitley didnt want to talk about as im sure you could imagine why with the state i was in.... I told him as much. He didnt like that so he brushed it off and said he had to go to close followed by the word bye. i couldnt say anything

so i just hung up.

Unfortunately, in addition to feeling pissed off i also feel bad because he is probably one of the greatest people in the world. Just in the cross fire.

On a good note... even though he may not think that i feel this way currently, he is coming home after his two oclock class. Albeit he wont be here until about 6, and at that time ill be at Kaskasia, but he will be here when i get hom and im thrilled about that. I miss that young man so freakin much and it just pisses me off when hes gone.

Will i ever go to anger management.... no

who the fuck has time for 12 steps?