I realize this is my second post of the day. Get over it.

You would be adorable picking up your future daughter in your two door mercedes.

So i'm having a theory making sesh right now, where " What If I Could Catch You, Before You Fall" typa thing. For real. Because it's not one of a motor skills i have yet developed, and i'm pretty sure it would a excellent skill for life. Remember that time that time you fell over the curve, while carrying our beers? In front of incoming traffic? I could of saved you if i had the chance. Another memory that comes into mind about how this could be nice,was this time, where I was waiting to be picked up from school after choir one night, and mister Julian HG just walks ontop of those medal pole things, where the buses are, and he just completely face plants it moments later. You guys have a moment in common, Maybe that's why you guys were prom dates.

Speaking of that, I havent talked to my prom date in aaaaaaaages.

Cats used to harmonize, like OOooooOOOoooo

ok. So tomorrow I have my last exam until midterms next semester (February?) and all a girl can want right now is a little peace and quiet and a comfortable seat. Maybe a lock on the door and a room of ones own. Of course today is the day that Sarah NEEDS to go on a cleaning rampage, complete with loud Rufus Wainwright, and the floor guy NEEDS to drag all his scruffy friends with loud jokes through the house. And.... aaarafhfhfhhfh. I don't even like linguistics. I can't see a future in which I will need to map out a phrase using the xbar schema, or know the exact definition of a m-fing vowel.

Weird thing: I had a dream that my brother started reading the blog and was pulling all this intimate information out of it, somehow. Like: "So you guys got wasted and.... hey?" (it's a little blurry here) for some reason I feel like my brother is always taunting me, like he's storing up information to use against me or something. And my parents probably don't even know I drink.

I'll be home either tomorrow or the next day. Counting the seconds, sister.