This is for all of my nearest and dearest! I miss you!

I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason,
Bringing something we must learn,and we are lead to those who help us most to grow if we let them,
and we help them in return.

Well, I dont know if I believe that's true.
But I know I'm who I am today because I knew you.

Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun,
Like a stream that meets a boulder half way through the woods,
Who can say if i've been changed for the better?
Because I knew you I have been changed for good.

Couldnt be happier?

I couldnt be happier,
no...I couldnt be happier.
Though it is I admit, the tiniest bit not like I anticipated,
But I couldnt be happier,
simply couldnt be happier...well...not simply
Because getting your dreams, as strange as it seems, it's a little, well, complicated.
There's a kind of, a sort of a... cost..
There's a couple of things that get lost.
There are bridges you crossed you didnt even know you crossed until you crossed them.
And if that joy, that thrill,
Doesnt thrill like you think it will,
Still, with this perfect finale, the cheers in the valley,
Who wouldnt be happier?
So, I couldnt be happier.
Because happy is what happens when all your dreams come true...
Well isnt it?
Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true.

Well I dont think that I ever loved you more,
then when you turned away
when you slammed the door
when you stole the car
and drove towards mexico
and you wrote bad cheques
just to fill your arm
I was young enough
I still believed in war.

But me I'm a single cell,
on a serpents tounge
there's a muddy field
where a garden was
and im glad you got away
but im still stuck right here
my clothes are soaking wet
from your brothers tears.

the end of paralysis
I was a statuette
now im drunk as hell
on a piano bench.

"Let me see your funky chicken!" I call out to the group of sixty or so children, eyes eargerly glued to my dancing frame, waiting for a response."what's that you say?" The response is immediate. "I said let me see your funky chicken!" My shirt proclaims "YMCA- we build strong kids, strong families, strong communities" my fake smile manages to stay in place through funky chickn, the princess pat, pomme de reniette....countless songs,games crafts, books....for the next four hours I'll play I'll lead, i'll dicipline and encourage, ill stress the ymca's core values and social skills. But as soon as the last kids parent comes to get them, i'll put on my coat and ill leave, then i'll go home. I'll go for a drink or....10.......haha....we'll get trashed and stumble home at 3 am, we'll get high and giggle well into the night....i'll roll ot of bed the next morning, looking like shit, feeling slightly worse....but i guess thats life....its kind of funny......all the different roles we play. 

facebook

so yeah....if you want to see my pictures and find people you forgot existed and want to be mhy friend then sign up. or else....were so not friends anymore

www.facebook.com kicks ass.

just search sarah dauphinee...you'll find me

busy busy bee is me

What HAVE I been up to?

welll......lots of stuff i guess.

Settling into the nicely framed portrait of my coupley-university-y-reality has been difficult. But I did it. I now shop only at banana republic/gap and attend parties only with students from prestigious universities.....and i am slowly going crazy crazy going slowly am i.

i swear to god if my 16 year old self could see me now, she'd KICK.MY.ASS.

I love my life, really, but at this rate ill be in a cubicle in 5 years.

I  alistair though. because he kicks so much ass.

PS-ben update or else im dumping you.