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Kanadienne becomes somewhatabstractelf

Fri, 29 Dec 2006 20:27:53 GMT

so it's been forever. Yes, i know. well the thing is my Kanadienne account here is really really really messed up and makes my computer go haywire hopefully this thing will work this time. anyhow i just gave it up for awhile and now today i felt like writing. so i made a new account. i think. i'm really bad at all this computery...stuff. anyhow, can i just say that xanga used to be simpler??? what is all this stuff?

Anyhow i'd love for people to keep reading whatever junk i write, so...If this works: somewhatabstractelf is my new xanga name i think....Okay, guys, bear with me. i sent a couple invite things i think. but i'm not sure. darling. it's been fun. Oh. help.

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Sun, 20 Aug 2006 17:05:57 GMT

i'm back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and tomorrow is school. :(

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Sun, 13 Aug 2006 14:49:30 GMT

i just got back from camp yesterday. it was amazing....so incredible drawing near to God. Thumbs up to Life Support, an awesome christian band that played all week. although i had an awesome week, the first two days i did something stupid. I tried not to make friends. because i was sick of saying goodbyes. This is something NOT to do.

Finally God got sick of me doing this and when i was done praying at the alter with about a hundred other teens, i sat back down, and i'll let you in my head for a minute.

God: hey sarah

sarah: hey God!

God: see that guy over there?

sarah: *looks over and sees cute guy crying, head in hands.* yeah i see him awww, he looks like his heart's broken. i feel so bad for him wonder what's wrong?

God: Mhm. Now, get up, go over there and lay hands on him and pray for him.

sarah: what?!!!!

God: get your butt over there, girl!

sarah: no, he's just gonna think i want to like....you know and then...

God: what, you might make a friend?

sarah: yeah...besides how do i know this is You talking anyhow?!! If you realllly want me to go pray for him,...give me some kind of sign. hm, like he has to get up and go all the way over here and sit down on the steps. And then *smugly* then i'll pray for him, okay?

God: Okay. *the guy gets up and goes and sits over nearby on the steps, still crying and trying not to*

sarah: arghhh......*drags herself over and kneels down, puts a hand on the guy's shoulder and starts to pray for him out loud*

maybe half hour later.

i stop, the guy turns and looks at me. awkward.

sarah: hi...

guy: hi...

sarah: GodtoldmetoprayforyousoIdid...*smiles nervously*

guy: well, you know what's weird?

sarah: yeah?

guy: when you started praying for me...i felt better. i feel better. like...i don't feel guilty anymore. i feel...like it's okay.

sarah: REALLY?! i'm sarah.

guy: i'm jude.

We hugged for a long hug then. And then we were friends. And no, it wasn't romantic or anything but after that i just made friends and i'm happy about that! and God spoke to me but i gotta go and i'll write more later.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Fri, 04 Aug 2006 17:45:04 GMT

leaving newfoundland. :(

today i stuck a dandelion in my hair. and i was beautiful. reason being is no one can be ugly with a flower in their hair. even me. this is one of my theories.

i really like dandelions. they're weeds, but they choose to be beautiful. no one likes them and mows them down all the time, yet they pop up on the lawn, exploding yellow beauty everywhere that no one appreciates. i feel like since they're weeds, they should be nasty looking. But they don't care that they're weeds and hence they are stubbornly determined to live and be lovely. they're not like tulips, which must be pampered and watered and specially treated to live. tulips do not look pretty in your hair. i think i have a grudge against them.

and maybe i should end my ramble here, with the statement that i really loved being here in newfoundland. and i will miss a lot of people. as usual.

finallyyyy

Fri, 14 Jul 2006 12:40:48 GMT

i am in NEWFOUNDLAND FINALLY! YAY! on rodney's computer :D and all is well. finally. and now i'm going to go into rodney's closet and try on clothes. ok bye.

The Doll

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 00:00:22 GMT

(a story-poem i wrote awhile ago, gonna illustrate it, what you guys think?)

Once there was a maker
He loved to create things
Smiles, and butterflies,
Stars and angelwings
And then he made a doll
A girl, so lovely as to
make the flowers cry
The one thing she couldn't do was fly
She had feet for wiggling
and legs for running
arms for hugging
and eyes to make the sky seem dull
Her cheeks were pink
Her lips were red
And curls hung all around
her head
The maker grinned
that smile of his
and said
"what a wonderful girl this is!"
the doll was happy
and free
crazy about her creator,
you see.
She liked lemonade
and daisy-chains
and rainbows stuck on the sky
but most of all
she loved birds...
cause they can fly.
The maker said so delightedly
"she is my girl
and she is like me."
And all was well until...
One day she met a strange young man
as white and pale as the maker was tan
He was sometimes tall
big like the maker
but she was frightened when she saw
he was also sometimes
rather small
So she pretended not to see him
and watched the sky
trying to see if the birds
would fly.
The man looked at her
for a long time, smiling
that smile that wasn't quite like the
maker's.
"I can fly too," he said.
The doll was amazed
It never entered her head
That someone, not a bird
could soar
"But the maker said..." she cried
"The Maker? What a bore!"
the young man lied.
Suddenly he seemed quite tall
"That man knows nothing at all!"
he grinned cheekily, his eyes bright black,
the doll found herself grinning back
But her smile felt strange on her face
as she follow the odd man to his place.
The young man was handsome
and very fun
How strong he was
and how fast he could run!
"You can run like me too,"
he said, and her eyes opened wide
"But first, from the Maker
you must hide."
So the maker came at nightfall
Searching for his doll
In vain did he look
In vain did he call
As the maker wept, she felt shame
she wanted to go to him, but "it's just a game,"
the young man told her, unbidden
once the maker had left, and she had hidden,
She found she could run
faster and further
than she'd ever done
But her legs burned
and her eyes burned
with wet she didn't
quite get...
The next day
her friend said "You can FLY too,"
This could only be good, she knew
so she listened hard to what the man said
Ignoring the aching in her head.
The man explained it would take a while
and hurt a little, but not to fight
In the end it'd be all right.
She stood patiently and he put a string in her arm
strings in her legs
and strings on her head
Day by day the strings spread
Hooked in her skin, they
cracked her and bled
But the man assured her
it was for her own good
she'd forget the pain, when she could
fly...so be strong, he said
"and don't fight, in the end,
it'll be all right."
Finally, after a long time, he tied
the strings to himself, pulling
and she became twisted
and broken
and wished she had died.
"Now," he said, "now we will fly."
And he smiled that twisted smile
and ran, ran into the sky
he flew and so she flew
soaring so high
"I can fly!" she thought
but the strings pulled and caught
and ripped and down to the ground
she fell out of the sky
knowing now she would die
The ground rose to meet her
and broke
her feet for wiggling
legs for running
her arms for hugging
and her eyes that made the sky seem dull
were covered with wet
she didn't quite get
"Maker!" she called, and there he was
she waited for anger
she deserved it, it was true...
but he picked her up so gently
and said "I love you... will you let me fix you?"

The End

remember, guys...always let the Maker fix you.

CANADIA! COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD....

Sun, 11 Jun 2006 13:21:25 GMT

HERE I AM IN MONTREAL, CANADA AND IT IS SO FREAKIN COLD!!! COLD! HOW THE HECK DO PEOPLE LIVE LIKE THIS?!!! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE SUMMER!!! I'M FREEZING! MY NOSE IS NUMB!ARGGHH! RIDICULOUS!

...and breathtakingly beautiful. tomorrow we fly to moncton! yay! warmer! I miss the beach....Dakar...beach...beach..beach....

But still, it is really fun being here. I love Canada so much. Everyone is so friendly and polite and has funny accents that are the greatest eh? Not like in New Jersey, people were so rude. but the city lights of New York as we flew above were the most spectacular thing I have ever seen...like a dragon's hoard of gold and jewels winking, and shimmering trains of cars....so beautiful in the night. it took my breath away. Just like this COLD does.

praise God for making this awesome country though! so amazing! like another planet! AND STARBUCKS! in a few minutes, coffee, baby, here i come...

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Tue, 06 Jun 2006 22:25:26 GMT

school is pretty much over.

Know what I think? if i could fly, things would be better. A lot.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Tue, 30 May 2006 15:47:13 GMT

FINAL EXAMS! PRAY FOR ME! PLEASE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

or shoot me, because that would be nice.

So, the Mashburns are here. They're staying at my house, except I never see them because they are never here. Anyhow, that's okay, it's cool that they are here. Drew and Brock became TALL. and Foday became football playerish but still Foday to the core, hehe. Brock is like 6"2. This is not that incredible, cept he's fifteen.

Anyhow, i really want to see Moulin Rouge because the music is INCREdible, but it's prolly a bad movie. What do you think? has anyone seen it? Sigh, i'm such a sucker for beautiful music...

I better go study now. SOW. ugh, hate exams.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Fri, 05 May 2006 22:19:22 GMT

it's official. I am a drummergirl. And for all you sexist guys out there who don't think a girl can drum. I can drum. YAY! YESSSS!

YEAHHHHHHH! BOO YA!!!!!! i love life! i am going to be a drummer! yes! yeahhhh!

(in other words, today i had drum lessons.)

The charlie brown musical went pretty well. I did makeup. Fun stuff.

hey, everyone put down their favorite song/s, the title and who it's by, (whatever genre you like EXCEPT country music, which, of course, is just an oxymoron, sorry cara...) :D