Sarah[902]

Name: Sarah. Nick Name : Sarah. Favourite colour : Green. Favourite animal : Angler-fish. Favourite song : Ummm, thats a REAL hard one. It changes everyday. Right now it would probably be "Hustle Rose" - Metric Favourite Band : Oh god, can't awnser. Favouirite football team (world cup) : I'm not into sports. If you had a kid boy or girl what would you call it: Well, I like the names Patrick, Anna... I like a lot of names. A place you would like to die: Um, somewhere nice. How would you like to die : Peacefull or heroic How many times do you sware a day : Under 10. How many times do u smile a day : Uncountable Your coolest hobby : VIDEO GAMES. O Yah.

"I said it's alright, You know it's alright, I guess it's all in my heart, You'll be my only, my one and only, is that the way it should start" "Dancing Days" - Led Zeppelin

Fan-tastic.

The way I think about it, life is all about the memories you have. I believe that memories are all we really have. To me, life is also about the things that make my heart beat increadably fast. It's all about the rush that let's you know your alive.

I think that if my style ever changes, it's purley subconcious. I hate dressing up, I'm probably a disgrace to girls everywhere in that aspect. I'm usually wearing converse/or vans, old thrift store tshirts and jeans that wont get ripped in the chain of my bmx. Or as I like to put it, my little childrens bike I pedal around on and jump over things. :)

I'm not trying to come off as immature, but when I'm drinking, it sure feels like I'm travelling through time. Even though, in reality, the sparse blocky patched of time, are just time being spent passed out. Although however cool it would be to be able to actually treavel through time, I dont think it could be entirley possible. It woudlnt hurt to try.

I love it when I act like a dork. On purpose or by accident, it's alllll good.

So, today in my physics class, I was just sitting, writing notes. Then this guy who sits diagonally behind me to the left dropped the cover on his pen. So, being the nice girl I am, I picked it up off the floor and sat it on his desk. He says thanks and smiles and junk like that. Then we cue the blood vessles in my cheeks to colour my skin bright red. It was horrible. I never blush that hardcore. I just thought this story about human emotion was amusing. :lol:

:) Thanks muchly.

So.. new. Yeah. Just thought I'd let you all know that I have arrived. Hahahahaha. Just kidding. Have a nice day everyone! :lol: