sara with no h

Fri, 29 Oct 2004 12:51:34 GMT

if you never hear from me again,
know that it's because i died of anxiety in the middle of my ear training midterm.

Wed, 20 Oct 2004 16:25:45 GMT

i only seem to make time to write things down here when i'm upset.

so just for the record: i love my dorm, i love my friends, i love my classes (with the exception of english because i can literally feel the life draining out of me when my teacher speaks, and music tech because i feel like it's something i need to teach myself, and sitting in a classroom with forty other people does not make me feel any better about "garage band" or "reason" or whatever the hell else we've been doing), and i really like boston. it's not new york. but that's not a bad thing.

there's a stevie wonder tribute concert tonight in the BPC that i really want to catch (at least part of it), and after that.. i need to study for midterms (and play pool with michela!). really.

Wed, 20 Oct 2004 05:19:38 GMT

happy birthday to anthony!,
you are my starshine and you make my world brighter.
(i wanted to call and sing obnoxiously into the phone, but it is MIA.)

i hope you are having a lovely evening, check your mail next week. <3

Sun, 10 Oct 2004 15:05:53 GMT

happy birthday, Christina!

check your voicemail. :)

Fri, 08 Oct 2004 19:48:04 GMT

so, my dad's sitting in traffic on the mass pike.
what the fuck, red sox. i want to go home NOW. a little over a month ago, if you had told me i'd want to go back to a little place called long island, i probably would have choked on my laughter. but i need a weekend away from here.

if your name is anthony joanna (caitlin, christina?) or domenick, or if you plan to be in the nyc area tonight, you need to call me when you're done with classes and let me know when i should take the train is. i'm expecting to walk out of penn and be greeted by fucking BANNERS, guys. and a marching band. :)

see you soon!.

Tue, 28 Sep 2004 21:53:01 GMT

you know what's not fun?
walking in the rain with your new umbrella and still getting soaked.
you know what's even LESS fun?
walking in the rain with your new umbrella and getting soaked FOR NOTHING because your class was cancelled.

it happens.

&

to the six people this concerns:

i'll be in nyc the 8th and 9th of october.
i'll be on long island the 10th and 11th.

please plan your schedules accordingly.
that is all.

but it never really mattered,

Sun, 12 Sep 2004 18:16:01 GMT

i have never been so intellectually bored in my entire life.

boston is lame. berklee is lame. the fact that commonwealth's internet never works when i need it to (like right now when i have to type up e-mails and entries in "textedit") is lame. this shoe box size dorm room with the peeling paint and nails jutting out of the wall just above my bed is lame.

but i got a pedicure yesterday. and then i saw damone for free at the half shell. and that's not lame.

not ever.

Mon, 06 Sep 2004 00:00:39 GMT

i don't like it here.

Sat, 21 Aug 2004 22:09:21 GMT

anthony is funny because he makes amazing sound effects while he is being scalded by hot water and choking on uncooked brownies, simultaneously. carrie is funny because she tells us cute stories and thinks the marshmellow fluff sings some kind of hallelujha chorus when you take the lid off. if you don't believe me, come to cold stone. you will see for yourself.

i worked 9-(almost)5 but i can't really complain about it because the majority of my morning was spent with just them, dancing and singing to ben jelen and the postal service. who else gets to do that, and be paid, really?

i'll give you an example of what "work" consists of in the morning, before costumers come in: carrie let anthony imprint his face on a tray of brownies. yeah.. i don't really get it, either.

i am working tomorrow from 10am-4pm. you should come in and visit me. i can't give you free ice cream because there's a new notice on the wall stating that i will be "terminated" if i do that. you should want to see me anyway.

i did not create the stakes, i just happen to like apples, and i am not afraid of snakes...

Sat, 21 Aug 2004 01:36:54 GMT

it seems that a cricket has taken up residence in my room. i haven't slept in my own bed for the last two nights because of him and his incessant chirping. i wouldn't mind it so much, but i have to work tomorrow...9-5.
in nine days i'll be out of here and he can have it.

you know, i've been looking forward to getting there so much that i somehow forgot to be sad. in certain respects, i'm actually happier than i have been in a long time. i'm going to miss certain people, of course. but it isn't as if i'm never going to see them again. the people i love know that i love them, more than anything, and i'll carry them with me wherever i go. but i have a feeling the time will fly by so fast, that i'll be home again before anyone even has a chance to notice i was gone.

this whole process has been rather frustrating, though. the housing waiting list and taking out loans, especially. hopefully everything is finished going haywire and what's been worked out will stay that way. everyone is telling me about their roommates and classes and i am jealous because i won't be moving into my dorm until september 7th. i also don't know who my roommate(s) is (are), and i won't know until then. but i will live with it, because i have to.

i saw john mayer and maroon 5 at jones beach on wednesday night. watching the sun set over the water with jimmy v bouncing around the stage, i thought about how long island isn't all that terrible of a place sometimes. but that doesn't mean i have to stick around it.

something ~~profound~~ trivial would normally go here, but i am through attempting to be "deep." i just want to get out of here.

berklee-ites, only nine days to go. can you believe it?

Tue, 27 Jul 2004 09:32:49 GMT

x.

x. someone needs to tell anthony and anna to stop discussing me and spreading rumors when i'm away. seriously, it isn't nice.

random snippets of conversation from 2am ish:</b>

me: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM MY LIFE
anna: hi sara
anthony: ewww
anthony: she's being all loud and capitalized

anna: aw james and his cute accent
james: how do you know it is cute?
james: maybe it's ugly.
anna: aw, i am achy now
me: because it's british
me: it's not ugly
anna: ew,
anna: < has the ugly accent
anna: i just sound like i'm 4
james: oh okay.
anna: sara sounds 8
anna: anthony sounds
anna: clueless

james:sarah open our im box.
anna: oh no
anna: take back
anna: the h
james: oops.
james: bad habit.
anna: before she sees it
james:: just type a lot.
anna: there,
james: so she can't see it, haha.

(so this is where "space" started. aha.)

anna: hmm she's
anna: going to get
anna: a wort
anna: or whatever it is
anthony: i know
anthony: i was thinking the same thing
anthony: genital warts
anthony: for shame
anthony: but they have cream for that
anna: ew,
anna: she's going
anna: to kick you
anthony: that's why
anthony: we make
anthony: lots
anthony: of
anthony: speaaaaaaaaaaaaace
anthony: like last time
anthony: don't volunteer all at once

[anthony should also remember that i know where he lives and he is going down.]

james: sara died...
anna: i think so,
anna: SHE PROBABLY
anna: FELL ASLEEP
anna: ON ME
anna: AGAIN
anthony: it was all that horny toad sex
anthony: and
anthony: once
anthony: again
anthony: let us
anthony: all join hands
anthony: and make
anthony: space.
anna: haha
james: do you
james: really think
anna: that's so funny
james: she fell asleep?
anna: yeah
james: that's kind of
james: lame.
anna: she often
anna: falls
anna: asleep
anna: on us
anna: this late
anna: i hope she doesnt
anna: go back and read this
james: that'd be pretty lame if she did that too.

x. the bourne supremacy was..ok. i'm not into action movies with lots of gore and violence and a story that could be shortened to fifteen minutes without all those car chases and guns being fired off. but if that's your thing...see it.

x. my paid account (<3 thank you again, soso much) expires in eight days and that will probably be it for this journal.

x. the sun is up, i think it's time for bed.

Tue, 20 Jul 2004 19:48:39 GMT

This Land is My Land.

you want to click that link. really, you do.

Sun, 04 Apr 2004 19:41:16 GMT

"When you first meet somebody you find out they like you. A friend of a friend of theirs says 'He or she really really likes you,' and it kills you, floors you, you've gotta pick yourself up off the ground. Then you get their phone number and you call them up, and you say, 'Yeah, this is a great phone conversation. Can I see you sometime?' And then they say 'I'd like that.' And 'I'd like that' makes you fall on the floor again, your heart's about to stop because of 'I'd like that.' Nothing feels better than 'I'd like that.' So now your blood pressure's going, you're six feet off the ground, you can't sleep because of 'I'd like that.'

Then you hang out for a while. You talk on the phone all the time but then you drop what feels like the bomb. You say, 'You know what, I've been thinking about you a lot.' And she goes, ''Hohhhleavlajvla' And you go, 'What happened?' and she goes 'I'm sorry, I just, I just, that's, I've been thinking about you, too!' BAM! Higher into the sky. But now, I'd like that, psh, done. Now you're up to I'm thinking about you.

A number of months pass that make you feel comfortable saying it, you say, 'I gotta tell you something,' and they go, 'What?' and you go, 'I'm in love with you.' And nothing in the world sounds better than 'I'm in love with you.' And then maybe she starts crying or maybe he goes 'Hohhhleavlajvla' and all of a sudden, you're like, 'I'm in.' But what doesn't work now? 'I'd like that' and 'I've been thinking about you.' Now we're at 'I'm in love with you.' Then maybe someday we go up to, 'I love you.'

Fast forward, now you're like, 'I love you a lot, I love you more than anything in life.' Now 'I love you' doesn't work. It's a threshold, it keeps moving up. Fast forward six months, six weeks, whatever the case may be, now you're on to 'I wanna marry you, I wanna impregnate you with my love, I wanna just send my love to you, damn it! Words don't work anymore!' And then you say this line - and you know you've used this line before - 'I just wish they'd put a new word in the dictionary bigger than love because love doesn't describe what I feel.'

Now he or she starts asking, 'Do you love me?' And you start going, 'Of course I love you!' 'Well then say it.' And then it becomes, 'Say it twice, say it three times!' And then, you cross a really interesting point, where all of a sudden it becomes, 'I hate you.' And you go, 'Oh my God, she hates me.' And now it's 'I hate you more than anything.' And then it's like, 'We're over,' and then they go, 'No we're not,' and you go 'Yes we are.' And now the words completely do not work at all, you're left with nothing. You're throwing punches underwater, you're done.

You know what the moral of that story is, if there is one? Never, ever, ever, ever underestimate the power of, 'I'd like that.'"

- John Mayer.