Unnnnnhhhhhhhh.

From December of 2007:

Today I went offroading. True offroading, like the sort of thing you see in truck commercials, zigzagging in a tipsy Raider all over the rugged country side. I am pretty sure we should have had a manly theme song accompanying our steep climbs twisty turns over slippery peagravel. Melissa is an awesome driver, cackling with glee as we soared over bumps, jostling around like the inside of maracas. Red, 1987, speedy maracas.



It used to be that I did things because I was afraid of them -- challenging them with passiveness, or taking them headon to tackle my fears, but these days, I'm not entirely sure why I do the things I do. I don't know if it's to prove anything to myself or to anyone else -- maybe I just feel the need to take a little bit of every experience and horde it for myself, create stories from new great events, build memories of the thing I've done, rather than the things I've seen, knit myself into the fabric while it happens, instead of hearing about it later, or reading it somewhere in a book. I can't see myself growing roots just yet, settling, simmering down. I feel like I've only really just begun.

From the end of November, 2007:

Today I :

- Pet Melissa's golden rat, who curled up on my chest like a content little cat. I want to get a rat of my own and name it Sarah. I think this would be hilarious. Which, in other news, I guess now is a good time to tell you that Melissa has a golden rat, whose name is Samson. Like from "Dazed and Confused". At first I was a little creeped out, because I have a strange phobia of rats and their little sharp rat feet and squirmy long rat tails, but after gradual pettings I have realized he is possibly the greatest rat in all the land, and given him free reign to do adorable things... like climb up on my shoulder and wander through my hair.

Or as this picture demonstrates, my uhm, bosom.



- Wore a construction hat. Hottest thing this side of Exucon. My head is not as big as I thought it was, which bodes well for hat shopping. Particularly because I am going to single handedly bring back the beret.

Or not so singlehandedly, since they are selling tons of them in stores now.

- Learned some cool lab things. The other day I was fitted with an i.d. bracelet for training purposes ... only I forgot to remove it, and so have been walking around for nearly two days wearing my name around my wrist. This will be great if I suddenly experience a concussion, though. Which is possible because I run into a lot of things.

- was really tired. Which is why I'm up at midnight again, I guess.

- Accidentally mooned all of downtown. I need to find pants that fit me, or I need to just give up the fight and walk around pantsless. It's the QCI, and really, I can't be the first person whose ever tried to introduce a pantsless, accepting world.

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I never posted these, mainly because they were saved somewhere in the annals of my laptop computer, but it's weird to see perspective. A lot of things have changed for me in the past few months, and still, many things have stayed the same. Living with my parents can be challenging, but then again, so can algebra, and honestly, I would rather be putting up with mother-daughter squabbles involving the state of my closet or drinking the last cold Diet Pepsi than attempt to do anything that requires a knowledge beyond grade two math.

On Monday, I mowed lawns. You can all prepare yourselves to react in shock, because I have never mowed a lawn... much less a lawn meadow. I kept putting in self-propelled and then freaking out because the lawn mower took on a MIND OF IT'S OWN and wrenched itself out of my hands and started like, gunning towards the pansy bed with next destination: A CHILD'S PLAYGROUND. Or, no. No. But still. I worked with Brad that day, and let's be honest, he did the brunt of the work, as he is hardcore about his lawnmowing. He kept using his Tae-bo muscles to lift the lawnmower off the trailer, kind of nonchalantly, like any second he was going to whip out a '57 Chevy and lift it with the LOWER HALF OF HIS JAW.

Monday night, I got really, really, really sick. The kind of sick where you kind of collapse where ever you are, and NO ONE is going to move you. With that kind of sick, you don't care who it is. Jesus could like, come on down with the hopes of hanging out, maybe watch a little bit of Oprah, and you kind of have to be like, "Unnnhhhhhhhhhhh", which roughly translates to "No. I think I'm going to pass out in the hallway for a good four hours and groan incontrollably and irritatingly about how sick I am. Maybe next time, Jesus."

Labels: Sarah Land, Travels