within my first five minutes of living at luna's, tragedy struck. HER TAPE PLAYER ATE MY TAPE! 

look at this goodness i no longer have!!! 

 

 

there's 120 minutes of great music. depressing, isn't it? i know i cried. 

i also became upsessed with luna's ipod, and spent the whole weekend with it (i also uploaded lots more music onto it, so it went from 1gb to its full capacity) 

i love mp3 blogs

i love mp3 blogs so much. i don't think i've ever written about how much i love them. from some blog that i can't remember the name of (it's in my favorites though, so it's all good) i found an mp3 of this band, some by sea (go out and google them. there are mp3's on their site). they happen to be a local seattle band. and they're really good. and playing at the seattle art museum on september 29. i'm so hyped about it.

my sister moved out today. we got up at 4:30 am and drove her to the airport (with my mum, my dads flying out after my orientation) and we said goodbye. it was wierd. me and my sister were crying because we wern't going to see each other for months, and it's interesting to be one of those people you see in airports who's crying, and you know you shouldn't look, so you look and pretend you arn't...that's what everyone was doing.
and now it just kind of feels like she's away for the weekend or something, even though i know good and well that she's gone for a lot longer than that. but that's what it feels like right now.

i'm going to be living with my friend/bandmate mrrnda for three days when my dad goes (for two days before that i'm living with luna) out to michigan, and i'm really excited to get there and start writing. it's going to be interesting to write songs with other another person, and another instrument, because i've never done it before and i have no idea how. but i'm excited to fill in the cracks in the songs and make them fuller. then we're going to gets sky's bass, and max's drums (even though max lives in west seattle far away which could be a problem because the parents won't feel like driving there all the time...).

guess what! i'm really allergic to dust mites! i got allergy tested yesterday. i had to lie down on the wierd table thing in one of those annoying hospital gown things that's open in the back, and she drew a little chart thing on my back. then she put droplet samplings of the tester stuff by each number, and then she scratched the surface of my skin to let it into my system. it itched SO bad where the dust samples were. gah, i had to lie there for ten minutes with all this itching and burning on my back and i couldn't move. and my mum kept on coming over, and watching my reaction grow. finally the doctor came back in and graded each of my reactions (i'm also kind of allergic to maple...). at last, i looked at what the dust did to me. there were these freaking HUGE welts on my back from the test stuff! it was so nasty! and way awesome! and i'm really pissed that i didn't get pictures of them. oh well...

dreams!

woah! it's time for an update on what's been going down while i get me some beauty sleep!

ok. i'm going to start off with the little dream i had that involved the Chop Suey, the Math and Physics Club, standup comedy, and halloween. why this dream happened i don't know, because i wasn't even thinking about these things before i went to sleep. anyway. so i was at the chop suey, on halloween, and i was like "lalala, i'm at the chop suey," right? 'cept it's NOT the chop suey. it's some wierd school. i think this was backstage at the chop suey. and then i came upon Charles (singer for the math and physics club, who from now on we're gonna call MAPC) sitting in this chair looking really depressed. and i was like "hey man, what's got you down?" this part where he answers gets fuzzy, cause this dream was two nights ago. anyway. then he's like "you better get out, i don't know if the security guards would dig it if you were back here" and so i go out into the club, which looks way more like the chop suey than backstage did. i strike up a conversation with this really, really tall woman in this ugly white unisuit. she was nice. and then charles and kevin come over and are like "hey there, sarah! you ready for the show to start?" and i'm like "hell yeah!" and then kevin and this really tall woman (who's like a foot taller than him) start making out. and they keep on making out for like, ever. and i'm looking at charles like "what the fuck?" and it turns out it's kevins wife! and i'm like "woah!" and then they get all gross because he keeps on whispering tottaly nonchalantly into her ear "you wanna do it?" like some eager little high schooler who's never had sex before and wants to get it over and done with. and she's like "when we get home."
so then they go away, and me and kevin's wife sit at this table, because it's time for dinner. and then we don't eat. instead, the owner of the chop suey gets up and is like "for our annual halloween celebration, we'll have some great standup!" and these REALLY crappy standup comedians get up and start doing way scripted stuff. and it sucks, and i'm all "man, i saw this last year." then i get pissed off and leave. suddenly, i'm walking across the street with my friend lauren, and kevin and his wife are behind us holding hands, and he's just like "wanna do it? wanna do it?" to her. and me and lauren are like "jesus christ, hold yourself back until you're in your apartment!" and we start laughing. then i morph dreams.

--i'm going to tell you right now that kevin is not some wierd ass guy who's always being creepy. even though he jokes around sometimes about how he and his bandmates are all crazy druggies. but whatever. and as for his wife, i've never met her, so i have no idea, but i'll bet she's pretty damn normal, and doesn't wear ugly white unisuits.--

this dream i'm not surprised i had, because before i went to sleep i was thinking about seeing benjamin again. anyway. i'm lyon, which is the city where benjamin lives. i go int othe post office, and i ask this old guy "est benjamin dans?" which is probably WAY grammaticly incorrect (it literally translates to"is benjamin in?") and he replies "let me look in back. i think so." and then i get really nervous and go outside. me and my friends sit at this table and start painting, and benjamins sitting there, talking with some friends. he doesn't see me. so i get up, wal karound behind him, wrap my arms aroudn his shoulders and put my head by his neck and whisper "hello" into his ear. he turns around, looks really surprised, then really happy. then he stands up, kisses me, and hugs me for a long, long time. and i wanted to cry, but i laughed instead. he felt so real in that dream, my hands were on his back and he was warm and he smelled really good, in a natural way, not in a gross colgne way. then we came apart and held hands and everyone at the table looked really happy.

i miss him.

today i spent approximately nine hours with my sisters new laptop computer before she goes off to college (in 5 days). we also threw her a surprise going away party.  

i uploaded cd's and hand typed in all the names of the songs and artists (all 42 and some odd hours of it) 

i then made her three playlists (happy-party, love songs, sad songs) 

here's the stack of CD's. doesn't look like much, but oh my god, it was. 

some things i have to say.

1. i have noticed under several of my entries, comments. but they are not so much comments as they are advertisements. please, please, do not post these in my journal. i really don't enjoy your promotion on my journal. this is not a place to put your ads, but a place to put my thoughts, and i would like it if you respected that.

2. i gave them their buttons and i think they liked them.

on the bakc of this sticker... 

...was this autograph from one of the men in my favorite street act! 

i made the "bust it" button so that i didn't have to scream at people to tell them to dance at concerts. there's also a math and physics club quote, some french buttons (one says "we all ahve dreams, i know i do!" and the other says "this is love" they're qoutes from Garden State.) the other is one telling you not to be like my made-up hipster friends (mitch and anne) who don't dance. 

buttons! (the top four are all of Bloc Party, and from L to R on the bottom: karen O, TV on the Radio, Ben Gibbard, Colin Meloy) 

last night i went over to my friend Luna's house. she had a button maker. i went crazy.  

so please, baby, please.

so today i (along with my friend sky, my mum, and my dad) went to this little backyard barbcue/party thing at james' (from the Math and Physics Club) house. it was fun. we played badminton. and there were mashed potatoes. mashed potatoes! have i ever mentioned how much i love mashed potatoes? i don't care that they're really bad for me. its not like i eat them everyday, but they are my favorite food. seriously. if you ever get the chance, have some of my mum's mashed potatoes. she can make 'em like nobody's business. there was this big tree in the backyard, and i was like "now why can't i have a tree like this in my yard?" and then there was the kitchen floor...shiznit. it was so pretty, and crazy and busy and i was like "i want to steal your kitchen floor..."
there was music (live and on cd) and i played, it went ok. there are things i definitly need to work on. it was interesting playing most of those songs for people, because i'd never played any of them (with the exception of "miles" and "mitch and anne (my hipster friends)"). james showed me their practice space, because i needed to put my guitar somewhere, and they gave me posters. i love posters.

i've been really into customizing my clothes lately. this is SIR LANCELOT! i named him that because he's so ugly, and according to The Once And Future King (a must read, for all you out there) he was an ugly, ugly man. lkie this sweater here. i tihnk i'm going to take off the buttons, though...and i need to fix one of his pockets. 

i'm the biggest nerd for this band, but that's ok because they kick ass. 

a design on a pair of pants 

a t-shirt with beads hand sewn onto it.  

my friend lauren went to belgium for her older sisters wedding. she got me some stuff. she got me this record (les succes de l'anee, which means the success of the year, i belive from the year 1971), and a poster which she took off of an electric box on the street. 

the back of the record (i really like the policeman in super tight pants with the lady in the sparkly dress...) 

the inside of the record 

my poster from belgium (the robert owens one) 

nothing much happens

i got back from camp a few days ago. i hate having to go there and get attached to people and then leave so suddenly. all you can hope is that they come back next year. i played guitar at their talent show. people came and sat in front of my cabin every night aftward so that they could sit and listen to me play. it's really sweet, and it's really amazing, and i never know what to do or think. or say. i don't really think about anything when i'm playing, or i'm writing. all i see is a blur, or someone's eyes when we lock and they smile. igriped about not being able to write, and then i wrote a song. i think it's pretty okay. i've got a drummer now. he lives in west seattle, a ways from me. but it's okay. i'm excited. i have seven songs i want to begin working with him on. we're going to work our asses off: music is my life. i hope its's his. if it's not, then to bad. i'm restless. i can't think straight. i translate my thoughts into french as much as i can. i made a decision a bit ago, and i've been thinking aboutu it for a long time before. in my junior yeaar of high school i'm moving to france for either a year or a summer, depending on my money situation, as a foreign exchange student. i'm excited, and i'm rying not to get my hopes up. but really, i can't wait to get the fuck out of this place.