I am a goddess. You may kiss the bride.

That made no sense. I just wanted to put it down.

Actually, I AM a goddess. Look at this wonderful icon I made!
 

It took forever, but it was worth it. I love it to bits. Words cannot describe my love for this icon. Well, they can, but I don't feel like using all of them because I am far too lazy. Hah. Lazy. Rearrange the letters and you get... hmm... azly. Yazl. Zyla. Lyaz. Zyla sort of sounds like Xela the warrior princess, hah hah hah! Oh, I love my friends.

I just did my math homework and found it easy. This makes me nervous. Either it really was easy, I thought I understood it but in fact I actually did it wrong, or I got the wrong worksheet. I am very much so hoping it's the first one. Because if it was one of the others, then that would just suck.

I put down my first and last names on Xanga as Alex the Wonderful Beauty Queen, thus proving my inflated ego.

(He has been here.)

SMILE MORE AND LOVE! Oh, I do have cool friends. This cool friend is called Rachel. Oh yes. Dublai, death dimaow. (I suck at speaking Simlish.)

Today, I did yard work with my parents and practically lost feeling in my fingers. Meanwhile, I thought of Sar a lot. That prevented me from yelling at my parents, "Hey, er, I'm gonna go inside and stay in there for the rest of eternity, because my fingers are absoposilutelitively freezing." Though I don't think I would have said that in the first place. I just think I would have said, "I'm cold."

Then we went to the mall. THE MALL! Hah, sorry. Why can't I be like a normal teenage girl my age and spend all my money on clothing and magazines? Me, I spend my allowance on books and it is very rare for me to actually WANT to go to the mall. Today, I bought The Pact at Borders in the mall. (Why am I saying the word 'mall' every other word? It's getting mall, like, so mall annoying.) I am a Jodi Picoult freak, shut up, but it's because I finished The Tenth Circle this morning. I am a bookworm and PROUD OF IT. While I was at Borders, there was a five-year-old kid there or something who was running around the store and generally being loud. His dad started yelling at him, and then the kid got into an argument with his mother and sister after he wanted to get a wallet thing and then his mother showed him one and he was like, "THAT'S A GIRL'S PURSE," and his mother was like, "NOBODY SAID IT WAS A GIRL'S PURSE" and then the kid started screaming and so they went out of the store.

Man, I feel sorry for that kid. It's not his fault. Yeah, okay, he was loud, but you're only five once. It sucks to have an adult yelling at you in public like that. Moreso when you're a teenager, but when you're five it still hurts.

Whoever said "sticks and stones may break my bones but words may never hurt me"? Yeah, I'd like to have a word with them. It's one of the stupidest phrases I've ever heard, along with "It's in the last place you look" and "No news is good news." I'm serious. That person was obviously never bullied or called names. Ever. Like, in their history of their life. They must have never seen a kid being torn apart by words in their high school. I bet they were living on Antarctica or something, and the most they saw was a penguin slapping another penguin. (There aren't penguins in Antarctica... are there?) Like the person who said "No news is good news." Like Lemony Snicket has pointed out, the person who you are trying to reach that hasn't gotten through to you might be drowning while you are worrying about them. Or they could be kidnapped by Count Olaf. Or Al Funcoot. (You pick.)

And of COURSE it's always in the last place you look! "Hi, oh yeah, I found my research project but I'm going to keep looking for it. It's on my kitchen table but I'm gonna go check under my bed." Um, no. Nada. No way. Zilch. Zippolini. Look, I'm making up words! All hail the mighty Bigmouth, he is our king! :A

So I thought about Sar a lot today. Like, while I was waiting at the bookstore, and while I was doing the yardwork, and while I was doing my math homework. That's a lot. I like mashed potatoes. Don't you? (Where did THAT come from?) Anyway. Back to the whole Sar thing. I know a lot about him, but I don't talk to him as much as I probably could. (Did that make sense?) Hence the whole STALKING thing. I know what sort of music he likes from his AIM profile, his birthday, and his schedule (this is what happens when I get very bored during my free periods, heh). But somehow, that isn't really all that helpful.

I don't know what I'm trying to say. I know a lot about a guy who doesn't really give that much about me, other than I'm just someone he knows. Life is confusing, but if it wasn't then we'd all be robots or something, and I have a secret fear of robots taking over the world and replacing our emotions with more brainpower. Emotions get in the way, but they are fantastic anyway. (Who's a poet?! I AM!)

I think I am going to post this because Rachel desperately wants me to blog and I am listening to The Fray and so I'm pretty good.

Yay Sar <3. And MRAZ.

And the Sabres. Don't forget the Sabres. The game last night was amazing, just because Briere is my hero (Vanek too, but BRIERE...) and whatnot. We thought we would lose, and then BAM! Briere is like, "Cool, I'm gonna score twice." And Stafford was so cute when he scored, cause he didn't know what to do. SABRES! Meanwhile, the Bills... eww, the Bills. Sorry, Bills, but you're losers.