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oh... my ... god. I am so tired.. I just want to fall asleep for 100 years, my day in a summary(as best as Sarah can):
It started at 7.. when I responsibly woke up to my alarm clock.. yes.. good little sarah.. I was dressed by 7:20 and then my mom woke up.. we drove to the YMCA.. I was dropped off.. this is where the "fun" began.. well... the YMCA is all about "team builidng" skills.. so OF COURSE we had to place some silly, humiliating games.. we all got YMCA bandanas and a slip of paper with an animal.. we were supposed to blindfold ourselves and then make the animal sound to find the rest of our group... now... I have just been curse in genes.. seriously.. my dad has a HUGE head... so yes, my head has a larger circumferance...ugh.. the damn bandana kept falling off.... oooh such a tumble to my itty bitty ego... so I was walking around.. hooting, because I got an owl.... jebus.. I was so embaressed..... so after that fiasco.. our "groups" went on a super lame scavenger hunt.. it wasn't fun.. it wasn't for like.. stuff they set out for us to find.. it was like.. "what are the hours of the post-oak YMCA" "get a signature from the janitor on duty" .. it was awful.. so that was over.. we went back.. and then they divided us into our branches.. seperating the kids camps from lifeguards, etc.. oooh... this led to MORE team-building.. so we got in our groups and went upstairs where we had to wait for the kids yoga class to finish.. the yoga instructor was MORE than a bitch.. so we got snapped at several times... ~_~... sooo evenutally we got in.. and started off with your typical game of "person scavenger hunt", you know.. they have questions like "someone who is left handed".. blargh.. then we did the "shoe" game.. we took off one shoe and threw it in the middle.. then someone else would deliver it and prompt you with four questions: 1) Name? 2)School? 3)Which celebrity would you be? 4) Which celebrity would you date? .. I was ok with the first two.. but I felt like a coniving bitch on the others.. I said.. "it doesnt matter... I'd just want to be rich and not NEED to work" and "I would never want to date a celebrity" of course the deliverer of my shoe WAS THE ONLY PERSON I RECOGNIZED FROM THE OUTSIDE WORLD.. this sorta jerk guy named stephen presley who was in my homeroom in middle school for 3 years.. it sucked.. then we went over this loooooong packet where everything repeated itself.. like.. "good touch" "bad touch" .. rules.. etc.. then we had lunch.. its so weird.. I can't eat pizza in public.. I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS.. I just.. cant.. I mean.. with my family, sure.. but with people my age (not friends).. I just.. cant.. but I was starving and I had a really small piece (it was papa johns ^_^).. so.. we went over more packet.. then we had a tour... my mom met me in the hall.. (I'm not going to go into this.. but the people kept picking on me.. like.. I had to do this impossible task, heels against the wall and try to pick up a pen like 1 ft in front of you..then I had to share what I learned about my person in the shoe game first... and the woman was like.. all chipper "All right ya'lll ::huge grins::! Yeah!! Eyes on Sarah! YES EYES ON SARAH ::bigger grin::.. I was like... dont you flucking look at me...(not out loud of course ^_^;)".... so .. i dont know.. yeah.. sometimes it was fun.. but.. well.. it was training.. I think I will make a good counselor.. I was just so tired this morning).... ok... so I got picked up... on to the next event
today was nora's first communion.. she had a dress that looked like a wedding dress but her hair and the way she carried herself made her look SO much like a boy.. of course my mom could not get her ass in line so nora could do it with everyone else.. she had to do it all by herself... ugh.. so we sat in the first pew (it also happened to be our head priest.. now a new bishop's last homily or something.. oh.. and it was specially dedicated to nora).. so that happened.. he had such a boring homily.. and I was SO tired.. I feel asleep even though he was hovering around our pew... so.. that sucked.. ok.... I gotta go.. yay.. dinner.. taste of texas.. I love that place.. maybe I will bitch some more later... it has just been such a long day... and I am so exhausted.... plus I feel sad.. and lonely... soooo... life sucks at the moment.. -Sarah
It started at 7.. when I responsibly woke up to my alarm clock.. yes.. good little sarah.. I was dressed by 7:20 and then my mom woke up.. we drove to the YMCA.. I was dropped off.. this is where the "fun" began.. well... the YMCA is all about "team builidng" skills.. so OF COURSE we had to place some silly, humiliating games.. we all got YMCA bandanas and a slip of paper with an animal.. we were supposed to blindfold ourselves and then make the animal sound to find the rest of our group... now... I have just been curse in genes.. seriously.. my dad has a HUGE head... so yes, my head has a larger circumferance...ugh.. the damn bandana kept falling off.... oooh such a tumble to my itty bitty ego... so I was walking around.. hooting, because I got an owl.... jebus.. I was so embaressed..... so after that fiasco.. our "groups" went on a super lame scavenger hunt.. it wasn't fun.. it wasn't for like.. stuff they set out for us to find.. it was like.. "what are the hours of the post-oak YMCA" "get a signature from the janitor on duty" .. it was awful.. so that was over.. we went back.. and then they divided us into our branches.. seperating the kids camps from lifeguards, etc.. oooh... this led to MORE team-building.. so we got in our groups and went upstairs where we had to wait for the kids yoga class to finish.. the yoga instructor was MORE than a bitch.. so we got snapped at several times... ~_~... sooo evenutally we got in.. and started off with your typical game of "person scavenger hunt", you know.. they have questions like "someone who is left handed".. blargh.. then we did the "shoe" game.. we took off one shoe and threw it in the middle.. then someone else would deliver it and prompt you with four questions: 1) Name? 2)School? 3)Which celebrity would you be? 4) Which celebrity would you date? .. I was ok with the first two.. but I felt like a coniving bitch on the others.. I said.. "it doesnt matter... I'd just want to be rich and not NEED to work" and "I would never want to date a celebrity" of course the deliverer of my shoe WAS THE ONLY PERSON I RECOGNIZED FROM THE OUTSIDE WORLD.. this sorta jerk guy named stephen presley who was in my homeroom in middle school for 3 years.. it sucked.. then we went over this loooooong packet where everything repeated itself.. like.. "good touch" "bad touch" .. rules.. etc.. then we had lunch.. its so weird.. I can't eat pizza in public.. I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS.. I just.. cant.. I mean.. with my family, sure.. but with people my age (not friends).. I just.. cant.. but I was starving and I had a really small piece (it was papa johns ^_^).. so.. we went over more packet.. then we had a tour... my mom met me in the hall.. (I'm not going to go into this.. but the people kept picking on me.. like.. I had to do this impossible task, heels against the wall and try to pick up a pen like 1 ft in front of you..then I had to share what I learned about my person in the shoe game first... and the woman was like.. all chipper "All right ya'lll ::huge grins::! Yeah!! Eyes on Sarah! YES EYES ON SARAH ::bigger grin::.. I was like... dont you flucking look at me...(not out loud of course ^_^;)".... so .. i dont know.. yeah.. sometimes it was fun.. but.. well.. it was training.. I think I will make a good counselor.. I was just so tired this morning).... ok... so I got picked up... on to the next event
today was nora's first communion.. she had a dress that looked like a wedding dress but her hair and the way she carried herself made her look SO much like a boy.. of course my mom could not get her ass in line so nora could do it with everyone else.. she had to do it all by herself... ugh.. so we sat in the first pew (it also happened to be our head priest.. now a new bishop's last homily or something.. oh.. and it was specially dedicated to nora).. so that happened.. he had such a boring homily.. and I was SO tired.. I feel asleep even though he was hovering around our pew... so.. that sucked.. ok.... I gotta go.. yay.. dinner.. taste of texas.. I love that place.. maybe I will bitch some more later... it has just been such a long day... and I am so exhausted.... plus I feel sad.. and lonely... soooo... life sucks at the moment.. -Sarah
