i got accepted to new college

so i'll be in sarasota for the next two years, starting next fall.

i don't have much to say lately.

i'm over here > http://peachbee.tumblr.com/

"Hollow hopes and empty dreams And blind pursuit of worthless schemes - That's all there is to life, it seems, unless you prove me wrong - please do!"

I've been formally asked to be a girlfriend, ho ho ho, jolly day.

On another note, Tim had a nice lil dream with me in it:

"It was a monday, but it was a holiday. But it was one of those holidays like memorial day that people only care about because its a day off of work/school. I had been chatting with you on aim, and you were like "we should do something" but I'm like, no no I really need to get to a grocery store. I dont remember why. But, I had to take the bus there, and I had to go to the one in Davie...

so I get there, and its closed, because its the holiday, so im like "shit what now!" sooo i called you, and you were like "hey well im at this park that is nearby" so i walked there... and it was nice, but then we realized that neither of us had a ride home. So we go back to the grocery store parking lot, and you're like "oh here!" and you hop in the back of some redneck lookin pickup like "lets see if these people will give us a ride when they get back"

so the people come back, it was two guys, and they sorta talk to each other, and then they say "... hm yeah we'll give you a ride, but its gonna be the craziest ride of your life" and we're like "oh shit... okay" so they start driving fucking crazy and offroad and shit and we're in the back like flopping around, and then they start going up these stairs that go back and forth

and so i fall out the back and im hanging in the air by this rope, and they're going like vertical up these stairs, but theres all these rusty metal fences in between the layers of stairs, that im getting dragged over so im like "fuuuuck guys shit this is bad im gonna get tetanus"

aaaaand then you fall out the back, and fall like 30 feet, and your arm is going at this weird angle, and you're like sobbing like you're seriously injured and dying or something so im like "oooh shit oh no
and i start holding you and try to comfort you, and then you go "hahaha, you idiot im just messing with you, im fine"
yeah that was mean sarah...

anyway, the dudes finish taking me back to where our station wagon is, and then i remember i was gonna go to this concert thing, and i get there and its like, a ska show for terminally ill hospital patients, and it goes on for a while, and we leave, but we cant find the car... and then my grandad pulls up and he's like super pissed and he goes "ITS FOUR IN THE MORNING TIM YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO RETURN THIS CAR I HAD PLANS TONIGHT" but he's talking in this like gurgally voice, it was weird, and im like "ohhh shit im so sorry, but wait, you dont even live down here and you gave that car to my dad like 8 years ago, why do you need it?"
but anyway i get in the car, and motion for you to get in, but yr like "naw i dont want to mess with your angry grand dad," so you just stand there and we leave
i dont know what happened to you... the dream ended there"


Lack of posts > lack of life > lack of time > lack lack lack

hi this is me

Today was not a good day.

When the librarian at BC checked out my three succulent and cacti books, JD and his friend walked by. JD held up a half opened palm, and the corners of his mouth almost made a smile, and his friend laughed.

When I walked to my car, I tiptoed through pools of really dirty water. One step away from the door, with my legs awkwardly opposite, a huge spider swam on the surface through my legs and beneath my car.

When the cashier at Lowe's grabbed my tiny pot of pachyveria powder puff, her acrylic nail pierced it's thick leaf. It bled and the severed tip hung limp.

When I sat on the couch with my coffee and Tim, the tips of my curls dripped onto my already soaked jeans. The lamp on the coffee table was unplugged.

*

Please stop talking to me about college.

"What happened was, I got the idea in my head- and I could not get it out- that college was just one more dopey, inane place in the world dedicated to piling up treasure on earth and everything. I mean treasure is treasure, for heaven's sake. What's the difference whether the treasure is money, or property, or even culture, or even just plain knowledge? It all seemed like exactly the same thing to me, if you take off the wrapping- and it still does! Sometimes I think that knowledge- when it's knowledge for knowledge's sake, anyway- is the worst of all. The least excusable, certainly." Nervously, and without any real need whatever, Franny pushed back her hair with one hand. "I don't think it would have all got me quite so down if just once in a while—just once in a while—there was at least some polite little perfunctory implication that knowledge should lead to wisdom, and that if it doesn't, it's just a disgusting waste of time! But there never is! You never even hear any hints dropped on a campus that wisdom is supposed to be the goal of knowledge. You hardly ever even hear the word 'wisdom' mentioned! Do you want to hear something funny? Do you want to hear something really funny? In almost four years of college—and this is the absolute truth—in almost four years of college, the only time I can remember ever even hearing the expression 'wise man' being used was in my freshman year, in Political Science! And you know how it was used? It was used in reference to some nice old poopy elder statesman who'd made a fortune in the stock market and then gone to Washington to be an adviser to President Roosevelt. Honestly, now! Four years of college, almost! I'm not saying that happens to everybody, but I just get so upset when I think about it I could die."

-upon rereading Franny and Zooey, I can see why I picked it up again in the first place.

I would really like to work both days this weekend, but I haven't slept in for more than a week. I think I've been cutting my sleep more and more every day. I really don't want to leave in one minute, to be gone for eight hours in the heat of the Everglades. But I need money, which is why I want to work tomorrow. But I don't. I don't know, really. It is just sad. Last night I had some crazy mind freaks about the meaninglessness of life, and structured that, broke it down, rebuilt it, towered thoughts, etc. But I can't remember, boo. Woops, 2 minutes.

I've been doing way too many things to document. I can't write about it anymore, so I just use them as stories to tell to friends.

School started Monday, my classes are aiiiight.
I need to get some voice recordings of my computerz professor, because she is just fucking ridiculous.

Today felt so college-y. After college classes we drove to the beach. Then at the beach, with no beach equipment of course, we wrote essays for our english composition 2 class. The essay was the "college essay," to use when we apply for colleges to finish the last 2 years off. We brainstormed some great ideas about how people are the ocean, or somethin.
It was good. I am glad I am talking to Eric again, and Tim is just being lovely.
Lovely little Timothy.

My bug's bumper got royally fucked by debris that this giant coke truck ran over in front of me, in a situation that I truly could not have avoided. Soooo it's going in the shop tomorrow, let's all hope the best for lil' Charles, cause he's been such a trooper his whole life.

I'm tired, goodnight!!!!