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the best night ever?

So completely ignore the fact that I failed my blog everyday for a month. Let's get to the fun stuff.

Last night was amazing. My friend's mom took my friend and I to the world premiere of Stephen Schwartz's (he wrote Wicked and some other musicals) new opera, A Seance on a Wet Afternoon. This was my first ever going to an opera and honestly, I had no clue what to do, say, wear. So I decided it would probably be fancy so I wore this blue sequined dress by Betsy Johnson and an over sized black cardigan from American Apparel. Turns out I dressed perfectly and my friend and I almost looked identical except her dress was more of a sea foam green. Before I leave the topic of clothes, I'm just going to tell you that I hate fancy dresses so i felt pretty uncomfortable most of the night but I still had a blast. We get the the show and wait outside the theatre while her mom gets her ticket (we already had ours 'cause I bought them in advance.) And since it was the world premier, there had to be a red carpet. So we strutted down the red carpet throwing in leaps and quite a few hand hearts.

The theatre was absolutely gorgeous. It looked like something you'd find in New York City. The theatre had just recently been reopened because of a renovation and I hadn't gotten around to seeing it yet so I was awestruck. We found our seat which were great in my opinion. My friend hated them. But you know how you just imagine things and you have a certain idea of what it is going to be like? Well I always imagined that at the opera I would sit in the balcony so that was where we sat and it was great.

The music! My God the music was spectacular! The lead had a sore throat but she still did the show so she occasionally had a few cracks here and there but no one really minded.

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Is it just my friends and I but aren't racist jokes kind of funny? Don't get me wrong, half the jokes I hear are terrible but still somewhat funny. Maybe we are just messed up children, maybe not. But my favorite thing about racist jokes is when people of that race are telling it. My friend who is Jewish is constantly telling me the worst Jewish jokes. God, I love irony.

So it's almost midnight so I'm trying to finish this blog before it becomes tomorrow but the VMA's are on rerun on TV and I felt so out of the loop with everyone talking about it and I can't sleep so it's perfect. Right now Katy Perry is performing and it's pretty great. Funny thing about Katy Perry. She and my sister went to high school and elementary with each other and my sister is famous for having her cooking nights at our house and Katy used to come. I love when people do crotch grabs.

I think I might mention my unexplained love for British people. I just really love them. They say trousers which are way cooler than pants and they just are brilliant beezes. Not really sure who that dude hosting the VMA's is but he seems pretty spif. What the fuck is Lady Gaga wearing? I mean I love expressing yourself through clothes but she's wearing a fucking bird. Some rap dude just came on and I now remember why I hate pop culture. But I cannot deny the fact that Taylor Lautner is hot. This blog would make such much more sense if you were watching the VMA's with me.

Oh and what is up with Taylor Swift's music video? You can only get guys if you don't have kick ass hipster glasses? Just because you don't have glasses on doesn't mean you are a super model now, sorry love. But I do feel really bad for her because Kanye West is a prick. I would have kicked him in the balls and told him to suck it. People these days need to get guts. And since when is Eminem a brunette? Am I really this behind in the world? Lyk omg! I lyk ttly lurv twilight!!!!1111!! That's me making fun of Twilight fans. The books are shit, end of story. I could go one for hours how Bella is a Mary-Sue (perfect character = no flaws) and how the books are droned on fan fictions but I shall save that for another blog.

Au voir.

am i a failure?

So yesterday was day two of my blogging for a whole month thing so naturally I forget to blog. It's was a Monday, 'kay? Monday means 7:30 chorus (which I almost never go to because of said time), no more weekend, easy ass homework that they pass off as A.P. crap, and then after school there's dance and Greek. So it's a pretty busy day for me even though I had hours to write the blog. Bu I didn't because that's how badass I am. Tell you that I'm gunna blog all month and then BAM. Second day and no blog. It's not like I am doing this for my one follower who as I said before, never reads this. No. I am doing this for myself so that I can feel acoplished because I never seem to finish things. For example; the two novels I started writing two year, the knitting project I abandoned because the internet cannot show me how to kit, my past two birthday parties that never happened, and I could really go one for a long time but then I feel even more like a loser. Starting today, I shall do the shit I say I'm gunna do. And I'm gunna finish all my projects I started though I may hold of on the book til NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month for those of you who know nothing) comes around in November. Au voir until tonight when I write again.

hello there.

So I just decided literally a minute ago that I will blog everyday for a month. Yes, a whole month. Yes, I am quite aware that the only follower I currently have is my best friend who never reads this bad boy 1. because she never comes on blogger and 2. because I never post here. But tonight, that is going to change. So a blog everyday until October 13. This should be fun.

So you want to know something that pisses me off? Probably not but I'm going to tell you any way. So my friend will literally check my wrists for cut marks. What's the big deal that I cut ONCE? Oh my gosh! I could have died! Waaah waaah waaaah. I cut on the top of my wrist where there are no major veins. I didn't even cut deep. People who over react like that annoy the piss out of me but she's my friend so I just have to deal. And tomorrow she'll be all pissed at me because my friend wrote on my arm with a shitty pen that didn't work well so she had to basically carve the words 'duck tape diva' into my arm and now the ink is gone but you can still see it. I can just hear it now. "Sarah! Are you cutting?" And then I'll have to explain myself, which I hate doing. It's my life, why should I have to explain myself to anyone. By the way, I'm a teenager so I'm pretty filled with angst and complaining all that fun stuff that make teenagers teenagers.

So on another note, why is life so awkward? Wait. Let me rephrase that. Why do guys have to make life so awkward? So I told my friend that I like him. Big deal. It's not like I said that I stalk him and want to marry him and I already have a our children's names picked out (which I don't at all.). All I did was tell him that I like him and BAM. Awkwardness. Can't guys just learn to get over that crap and live with it. And after he told me he didn;t like me, then I stopped liking him. That's just the way it goes. I just needed to know if I was wasting my time liking him when I could be with someone else. Guys make life so much more complicated.

I could keep going on for ages but I will spare you and stop this ranty blog. Au voir. Yes I am quite aware that it is au revoir but I like it without the re because then it feels like I'm doing it again. So again. au voir.