I taste a liquor never brewed/From Tankards scooped in Pearl

Sorry, Mateo, but I think I beat your weird hometown claim to fame...

*clears throat* Attention, everyone! Attention! I would like you all to know that your semi-beloved and quasi-cherished Two claims the Beer Tent Capital of the World as her hometown.

I don't know whether to laugh from the absurdity of it or cry from the embarassment.


"The time has come," the Walrus said/To talk of other things

Or maybe it's just time to talk, period. I haven't posted much of anything lately, and what I did post was either banal or a quick, "I'm still alive; more later." And once again, this is gonna be a quickie. I think. Depending on how long expressing the following takes.

I am about to disappoint my parents. Well, not about to, exactly--it'll be around Christmas time that I finally work up the chutzpah to talk to them--my mom, anyway--about stuff. And not about to, exactly, because it's been going on for, oh, about four years now.

It scares me. I've never really disappointed my parents before. I was always the good, well-behaved child....I was known as "the responsible one." Not "the funny one," not "the smart one," not even "the weird one." I went to church, was in a Bible study, active in youth group, accepted Jesus and was baptised (by my dad, no less). I never got into trouble at school (never even got a detention, and the only times I was sent to the principal's office was to pick up school supplies or something like that), always did my chores, never snuck out, never rebelled, never did drugs, alcohol, tobacco, nothing. I was the model daughter.

And they still think I am. Most of it hasn't changed. Most of it. I'm still a drug-free, responsible student who respects her elders and obeys the rules, even when I don't agree with them. But what will break my parent's heart isn't that--it's my total disillusionment with...things. I hate to think of how they'll react when I finally tell them what's been going on since I was 16, but I know I have to. Grr. Stupid conscience.

This went on longer than I thought. G'nite, all.


Six miles from earth/Loosed from the dream of life

Stolen (from Mateo) and a bit Stupid.

A - Age you got your first kiss: 17

B - Band listening to right now: Bond, "Sugarplum"

C -Crush: Erm. Not saying.

D - Dad's name: Ted

E - Easiest person to talk to: Dan, Austin.

F - Favorite bands at the moment: Bond

G - Gummy worms or gummy bears?: Bears

H - Hometown: Muskegon, MI

I - Instruments: Kazoo, piano, voice, really want to learn harp and cello

J- Junior High Memories: DayOne, First Priority, Sarah 1, The Guys, Dith

K - Kids: Um. No.

L - Longest car ride ever: Holyoke, MA to Galveston, TX

M - Mom's name: Juli. Not Julie.

N - Nicknames: 2. Two. Sarah 2. Sars. Norby. Norbs. Kala. Psycho. Costa Rica. PMS. Darth Saraious. Darthy. Macha. Machita.

O - One wish: Erm....go to Europe.

P - Phobia[s]: None I'll ever tell.

Q - Quote: "Engage in bloodthirsty combat with mortal foes. Win fabulous prizes!

R - Reason(s) to smile: Sleep, Coke, chocolate. Erm.

S - Song you sang last: "Holiday"--Green Day

T - Time you woke up [today]: 11:30 AM

U - Unknown fact about me: I can touch my elbows together behind my back.

V - Vegetable you hate: Squash.

W - Worst habit(s): Snacking, and Procrastinating.

X - X-rays you've had: Fingers, shoulder, knee, shin(s), nose.

Y - Your worst nightmare: My life.

Z - Zesty food you like: Aji.