<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:59:55.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm and Shoes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-5686736854777643936</id><published>2008-07-01T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:40:19.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What always happens</title><content type='html'>is that my blogger account goes unused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like me (you really like me! Sorry, it was too easy), go here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/for_sure08"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uber-sarcasm.livejournal.com/"&gt;Livejournal also gets ignored, but there's a lot there from the past&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ironical08"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you want to be my facebook friend...find me on myspace or twitter first. Then you can try spelling my last name hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-5686736854777643936?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5686736854777643936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=5686736854777643936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5686736854777643936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5686736854777643936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-always-happens.html' title='What always happens'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4244657117964801646</id><published>2008-06-26T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:42:14.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So we’re graduating tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Or we're being graduated. I never really got that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird that I think this is one of the first times I've ever used "we" in reference to myself and all my classmates? I use "we" as "the six of us" quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does show the little cliques that exist in the school, whether people acknowledge them or not. For example, "Tim and I" or "Emily and I" are not a "we." But in other instances it seems perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drifting. It's 11:22, but I'm nowhere near tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of the books I want to read this summer (none by the Collins sisters, for once), but the library only had a few of them. Incredibly frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've read "Waiting," a biography that wasn't on the list but I'm glad I picked up. I'm working on "Pale Fire," and am discovering that it's a book I want to have read, but not a book I want to be reading, necessarily. Lots of flipping back and forth between pages to check things in the index and forward during the cantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Plans for tomorrow. I'm debating going to Chris' after the ceremony. I'll probably go at least for a little while, but I'm having trouble figuring out where I'd like to spend my time after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4244657117964801646?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4244657117964801646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4244657117964801646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4244657117964801646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4244657117964801646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-were-graduating-tomorrow.html' title='So we’re graduating tomorrow.'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-916574513068954306</id><published>2008-06-19T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:36:06.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Blah&lt;br /&gt;I'm very blah today. Amanda is a thrill and we had too much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to MGR to see All Shook Up (which I only kind of liked), but on the way home THERE WAS A DEER. LIKE ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. And I couldn't swerve because there was a car coming on the other side. We freaked. But we're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and watched Clue, sleeping through different parts of it. Best movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we drove to Eastview and did shopping. Amanda got a lot of cute stuff, I got makeup at Sephora. I haven't shopped at Sephora in a while, as I've sold my soul to BG. Then I dropped Amanda off and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, I decided I needed to shop some more. So I went to J.Crew. And got a skirt that was ridiculously on sale. Literally, 95% off. And I walked around in the rain because I was blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kind of avoided my friends. I've needed the solitary confinement recently.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see them tomorrow. Senior Dinner Dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-916574513068954306?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/916574513068954306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=916574513068954306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/916574513068954306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/916574513068954306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-369632570049397601</id><published>2008-06-17T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:17:31.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're that into my life, go to twitter or something because I get lazy. Sorry.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've spent a lot of time moping around, but I'm pretty much over it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a car!! It's a 2008 silver Hyundai Elantra SE. Now, I don't know anything about cars, but that's what I've got. It gets me from place to place and it gets awesome gas mileage, so I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Godspell. It was ridiculously fun. If you don't know anything about Godspell, let me just tell you that (1. It's about Jesus and bible-y stuff, but (2. There's a lot of opportunity for innuendo and whatnot that makes it hilarious. And my knees are all nasty and bruised from kneeling and listening to Jesus. Pictures are up on my Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cast party was too much fun. We all went to Toby's and had fun but then it started to rain. We were fine at first (I love it when it's hot out and it starts raining), but then the thunder and lightning came and we picked the indoors over the little metal canopies. Everyone was crammed in the den to watch the Tonys (theater dorks, we know). J-Hark and I kept getting "Tony-shushed" and she and I sat in the doorway with Chet from Jersey and Lesley. I had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and somewhere in between getting a car and Godspell, I finished high school. So there ya go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-369632570049397601?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/369632570049397601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=369632570049397601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/369632570049397601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/369632570049397601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-youre-that-into-my-life-go-to.html' title='If you&apos;re that into my life, go to twitter or something because I get lazy. Sorry.'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1140788425998117834</id><published>2008-06-01T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:55:09.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in pictures...kind of</title><content type='html'>a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.&lt;br /&gt;b. Using only the first page, pick an image.&lt;br /&gt;c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd's mosaic maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;11. One Word to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your flickr name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/animenut/360383157/"&gt;DSC00936 - Jana Cova&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/naladahc/27858375/"&gt;July 22, 2005 - Kitchen of Love Repairs&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/trailerafire/1355807779/"&gt;substratum&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/andidfl/236699418/"&gt;Purple fingers&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/snlfreak5104/10468598/"&gt;Me and Seth Meyers&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/harrisonfamily4/2177307209/"&gt;Hi, I'm Lisa.......I'm Addicted to Diet Coke  [Day 8/366]&lt;/a&gt;, 7. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/cverwaal/2009374985/"&gt;Wreaths and New York Rhythms&lt;/a&gt;, 8. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/8258115@N08/512580503/"&gt;Rhubarb and strawberry pie&lt;/a&gt;, 9. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/hillyblue/2484697652/"&gt;Mel Brooks' latest madness&lt;/a&gt;, 10. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/angelav/64129202/"&gt;Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;/a&gt;, 11. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/alicemariedesigns/531825702/"&gt;Purple Lips&lt;/a&gt;, 12. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/prettypony/1795309654/"&gt;The Devils Advocate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1140788425998117834?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1140788425998117834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1140788425998117834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1140788425998117834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1140788425998117834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-life-in-pictureskind-of.html' title='My life in pictures...kind of'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8307132952795081331</id><published>2008-06-01T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:25:30.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To paraphrase The Peaches...."Shop the pain away."</title><content type='html'>So I went to the Outlet Mall on Friday instead of school. Best. Move. Ever.&lt;div&gt;Of course, my shopping meant I didn't have enough money to go see SATC after, but that's fine because rehearsal was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/catalog/product.jhtml?id=prod91377161&amp;amp;catId=cat303179"&gt;Solid Kelly Shirts&lt;/a&gt; in Pink (which I'm not seeing here) and Regal Purple (aka blue)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/catalog/product.jhtml?id=prod88464161&amp;amp;catId=cat303260"&gt;bangle&lt;/a&gt; in Deep Lagoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/catalog/product.jhtml?id=prod95453161&amp;amp;catId=cat303259"&gt;necklace &lt;/a&gt; but with an anchor on it...I can't find it on the site. I also can't find a really cute navy blue anchor shirt I bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's just the stuff I bought from J. Crew. I also hit up Eddie Bauer and a bunch of other stores...I don't even remember at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today is Ashley's baby shower. Here's what I'm wearing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long-sleeved navy Abercrombie shirt (I only own 1 thing from Abercrombie, just as a disclaimer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Khaki Express miniskirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Return to Tiffany heart necklace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diamond earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandmother's class ring (I wear these 4 pieces of jewelry everyday, so nothing new there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://opi.com/Classics/Classics-n.asp?LcolorType=Rose&amp;amp;id=65"&gt;OPI Japanese Rose Garden&lt;/a&gt; (a lot darker in person) on my fingernails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.duwop.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=121"&gt;Duwop Stiletto Toe Polish&lt;/a&gt; (the red one) on my toenails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/templates/products/sp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY15107&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD1622"&gt;Mac Foundation&lt;/a&gt; in NW20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blush from Too Faced's Jerrod's Picks Quickie Chronicle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cream eyeshadow from Too Faced's The Plaything of Passion Quickie Chronicle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P55312&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true&amp;amp;categoryId=1958"&gt;Bourjois Liquid Liner &lt;/a&gt;in Black 21 on my upper lids (best eyeliner ever!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P206900&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true&amp;amp;categoryId=1254"&gt;Clinique Lash Power Mascara&lt;/a&gt; in Intense Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The brown shade of &lt;a href="http://www.paul-joe-beaute.com/en/products/face/face06.html"&gt;Paul &amp;amp; Joe Dual Eye &amp;amp; Lip Pencil&lt;/a&gt; in 05 on my lower lids &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P2862&amp;amp;searchString=pillow%20talk"&gt;Nars Lip Gloss&lt;/a&gt; in Pillow Talk (favorite gloss ever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Haven't decided on shoes yet...hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, well that made me feel better. I've gotta finish my French project before the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8307132952795081331?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8307132952795081331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8307132952795081331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8307132952795081331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8307132952795081331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-paraphrase-peachesshop-pain-away.html' title='To paraphrase The Peaches....&quot;Shop the pain away.&quot;'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8285071776304397965</id><published>2008-05-29T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:54:27.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be an adult about this, but I won't</title><content type='html'>In fact, I plan to be super immature. I plan to be rude and pouty and generally disagreeable toward all my friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm skipping school tomorrow to go shopping. I also plan on sitting alone in a dark theater to watch Sex and the City for 2 hours and 15 minutes, and then driving myself to rehearsal for two hours. My day will be spent alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8285071776304397965?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8285071776304397965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8285071776304397965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8285071776304397965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8285071776304397965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-should-be-adult-about-this-but-i-wont.html' title='I should be an adult about this, but I won&apos;t'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8518151813958345616</id><published>2008-05-18T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:32:17.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Dances and How to Be an Awful Person</title><content type='html'>Last night was the dinner dance for a scholarship I got. The Boy and I got all dressed up and went. It was fun. The not-as-lame-as-we-had-originally-thought band played Moon River, we danced. We danced some more, decided to leave, people came up to us and said how nice it was that we were staying and dancing, we felt like we couldn't leave, danced some more, and left. OH! And at dinner, we sat with the uncle of our 9th grade science teacher. Yup. He was not happy to be there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we met The Good Girl, The Bad Girl and The Geek at Denny's. Ordered an entire coconut cream pie, which arrived frozen solid. The Boy and The Bad Girl still ate it, The Good Girl and I ate the meringue. The Geek ordered a burger and fries. We then headed to WalMart for some mischief. Why do we not own the Sixties Cardio CD? It's fabulous. I totally plan on returning to buy it at some point. No lie, it was amazing. We ditched The Geek who was talking with his ex-girlfriend's sister. What a pair. Pretty much headed home from there. Oh, sang Leaving On a Jet Plane on the way home. Oh, and I forgot there was this one couple at the dinner dance who must have planned choreography at home. Really sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The relatives were here this weekend because my cousin had a crew meet. Which was today. It was rainy. I stayed in the car and read Harper's Bazaar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo, rehearsal has been cancelled left and right here. Friday was cancelled (movie night with The Good Girl and The Boy at The Bad Girl's house [27 Dresses without The Boy, Empire Records with]), and Sunday was cancelled too. I can't go tomorrow because I have another scholarship banquet, this one for Lion's Club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the awful person-ness, I am just not well at the moment. I kind of want to scream and confess to someone. Like, I feel like I'm gonna vomit, not literally, but in that just guilty way. I haven't done anything wrong....I just feel icky. Ugh, I'm giving myself goosebumps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I'm plucking my eyebrows and going to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8518151813958345616?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8518151813958345616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8518151813958345616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8518151813958345616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8518151813958345616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/dinner-dances-and-how-to-be-awful.html' title='Dinner Dances and How to Be an Awful Person'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-752988235390815300</id><published>2008-05-09T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:02:52.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 18 and such part II (In which I realize I suck at using my free time wisely)</title><content type='html'>So. Friday was fun. But back to the day of hellishness that I was describing, oh, about a week ago. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So that doctor's appointment? To get that TB shot thing that should have taken like 10 minutes MAX? Took nearly an hour and a half. Ohhhh I was not happy. I literally raced from the doctor's office to walmart to get stuff for The Bad Girl's surprise party 7th period. I got some disney princess tiaras and matching napkins and those weird straw-things you blow into and then purposely hit people with? You know? Whatever. So I'm buying them, and the lady at the checkout says "Oh, someone's having a party?" And I say "Yeah." and am like smiley and nice, because she seems like a sweet lady, and she says "Oh, is it your daughter?" and I was like "Nooooo." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then thankfully I had exact change and booked. I booked to the plaza because The Brother had demanded gummy peach rings for the bus to his baseball game. And I am nothing if not accommodating. (I didn't know that word had 2 m's in it. It just took me like 2 minutes to spell that correctly. Sad.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, got the peach rings and sped to Dunkin Donuts to get the dozen donuts for 7th period and 2 chocolate cake donuts for The Brother and The Boston Kid. There are literally 5 parking spots at this particular Dunkin Donuts location, so I couldn't really park well (not that I ever can...). Some guy tried to like guide me in my parking, which was nice, but then he wanted to talk about the Scion's gas mileage, and I just did NOT have time for that, so, sorry nice person, but I'm kinda in a hurry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I then drove to Wendy's to get takeout so The Brother and I could, you know, eat lunch, and did that successfully and headed back to school. It was like 12ish by this point. So I missed some calculus, big deal haha. Buuuut, I didn't have time to go &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;across town&lt;/span&gt; to the credit union, and my dad was kind of upset. I said I'd just go after school, and he was like, "Well they close at 2." Which I didn't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The rest of the day went smashingly. As did the weekend. And the week. Rehearsal nearly every night at 7. I'm just jazzed because I can drive myself to and from rehearsal this year...because I'm 18 and CAN DRIVE AFTER NINE! I got my unrestriced license in the mail this week, which was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow, I'll head to the mall to get a party dress for a dinner dance. I got a scholarship, and they invited me to a party on the 17th, so The Boy and I are going to class it up. The Stroll-a-Thon is also that day. Whatta thrill. Can't wait for The Geek to shut up about that. I'm all for helping others (usually...hahahaHA, no but seriously), but I just don't like The Geek and would prefer it if he never again held a position of authority, lest his ego grow any bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The 17th is also the weekend that the relatives are coming. My cousin's got a regatta (is that what they call a crew meet? It's something like that) in Syr, so they're visitinggggg. Should be fun, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, tomorrow. Shopping. Sunday, rehearsal and Mother's Day (Oh, I've gotta get my mom a present at the mall tomorrow, too).  Monday, journalism field trip, rehearsal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and 25 DAYS LEFT OF SCHOOL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-752988235390815300?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/752988235390815300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=752988235390815300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/752988235390815300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/752988235390815300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/turning-18-and-such-part-ii-in-which-i.html' title='Turning 18 and such part II (In which I realize I suck at using my free time wisely)'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-411997469309162528</id><published>2008-05-02T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:24:21.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 18 and such...</title><content type='html'>So I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; realize I never got around to giving the second part of that post, but whatever. Someday when I'm not so insanely busy I'll write about it. As for right now, bullets. Because I need a date for the IA Dinner Dance and apart from that stress, The Good Girl's picking me up in 15 minutes to go out for The Bad Girl's birthday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today's plan was to leave school at 9, get a TB test (required for college; it's just a shot) at 930, hit WalMart (for party supplies), Staples (drop off cartridges, buy dry-erase markers), the Credit Union (deposit birthday money), get lunch for my brother and myself, and be back at school by 11, 1130 at the latest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh. The Good Girl left her license in her parent's car, and they just left. I have to drive. I'll finish this later (no, really)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-411997469309162528?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/411997469309162528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=411997469309162528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/411997469309162528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/411997469309162528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/turning-18-and-such.html' title='Turning 18 and such...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-3477836763872170481</id><published>2008-04-19T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:35:15.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I do realize I haven't written anything substantial in about a month, but...well, no I don't have an explanation. I'm a second-semester high school senior and I have five study halls a day and now I'm on spring break so you can all just deal.&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Prom was the first weekend in April. I didn't go, but some of my best friends did. Oh, I should explain that this wasn't technically my prom to go to. Since my school is sooo tiny, we only have a Junior Prom that only Juniors and their dates can go to; so mine was last year. The Geek and The Laugher were king and queen last year, so they went again (only they're not dating now...awkward) The Geek took The Good Girl and put the moves on her, leading to my receiving a phone call from her in tears over the whole thing. So there was drama and we froze The Geek out for a few weeks. This is the first weekend he's been invited to things in quite a while. Oh, and The Ginger was kind of slutty and annoying but we've come to expect that. I can't deal with her drama and she is effectively phased out. Have I already mentioned that? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I picked a college! Did I mention I picked a college? Because I did! And a roommate! And which dorm I'll live in! I'm getting my life all figured out yo! In August I'll be attending Hofstra University Honors College, on a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; full tuition&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scholarship. Yep. Originally it was Vassar all the way, but I'd have to take out 34 THOUSAND dollars a year in loans. For NYU it was 51 THOUSAND dollars. That is one hell of a lot of money. But my lovely, lovely, amazing parents have not only agreed to pay all my housing/books/food fees, they're paying for me to fly (!!) home several times a year. Goodbye, Amtrak and your trains which consistently run an hour-and-a-half late between Chicago and NY! Oh, and I'm getting other scholarships! One of them is for $3,000/yr! So I'm jazzed. In case you were wondering about the total accepted/denied tally, here it is: Yale=denied (saw that coming, couldn't really afford it anyway), Albright=Accepted and full tuition scholarship, Vassar=Accepted, Amherst=denied, Columbia=waitlisted, NYU=Accepted with Honors, and HOFSTRA! (Where Madeline Kahn went to college, though I'm sure I've mentioned it haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so skipping over a few weeks, it is now Spring Break! Around 30 kids from the senior class went to Myrtle Beach and are probably driving home as I type this. The Bad Girl and her family went to Aruba since she's a senior, and The Mallrat, The Laugher, The Genius and I went to NYC! First of all, did you know you have to be 21 to reserve a hotel room? We did not. We thought it was 18 right up until we were trying to make reservations. Now, The Mallrat and The Genius are already 18, and I still have a week to go, but I'm the only one of us over 5'5", and it's generally understood that I look quite old for my age, so we doctored up my college ID. Oh yeah. And when the woman at check-in wasn't sure if she could accept it, I almost had a heart attack. But she did and we had a fabulous time. (I should mention that it's not like I used the ID to get booze or anything...nothing serious. We just needed a place to sleep for a few nights. And The Mallrat and The Genius are straightedge anyway, so.) So in NYC we did lots of shopping, ate at Whole Foods several times a day, and saw Spamalot! Which was amazing! It's my 2nd favorite bway show now, tied with Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and just under Young Frankenstein. The Star was in NYC with her whole fam the same time we were, so while my darling amies were sleeping in until 10am, I went to the Today show with The Star. Well, the two of us went, then left for Starbucks. Came back, got a free copy of Juno they were handing out (the dvd came out that day and there were a bunch of guys dressed up like Michael Cera in the movie), took The Star's younger sister to Starbucks, where the rest of her family met us later. I was gonna just go back to the hotel, but younger sister asked me to go to the American Girl store with them, so I went. If this had been there when I was like 8, I would've died! As it was, it was cute (there were only 5 American girls when I was little, and now there are like 15 or something ridic.) The Star's dad saw bitty babies and said "They make these for boys? What so then they grow up queer? Psh. American Gay Dolls." It was hilarious. Oh, so then my friends finally called (at 10!!!!) and said they were up so I took a cab back to the hotel. Okay, I've ranted for a while. I'll finish this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-3477836763872170481?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3477836763872170481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=3477836763872170481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3477836763872170481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3477836763872170481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-7270994606863299909</id><published>2008-04-19T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T06:08:21.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting until the family leaves for The Brother's baseball game and I get the house to myself</title><content type='html'>A - Accent: I've been told it's clear I'm from NY...but not like The Nanny or anything&lt;br /&gt;B - Booze: I'm probably the only one of my friends that could purchase it without problems&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate: anything outside: raking, shoveling snow, mowing the lawn, weeding...stupid NY and all its seasons&lt;br /&gt;D - Dog or cat: neither&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential electronics: TV and DVR, laptop, iPod, cell phone&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite perfume: Black for Her by Kenneth Cole&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or silver?: white gold or silver...platinum. That's my pick.&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: Upstate NY&lt;br /&gt;I - Insomnia: Yes, thanks for asking&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title: Student&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: mmm...technically I am a kid, so.....&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements: mom, dad, 16 year old brother&lt;br /&gt;M - Most admirable traits: I'm a fantastic liar and I like my hair&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of broken bones: one fractured wrist in 4th grade&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stays: one, but it sucked. Christmas eve yo!&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobia: creepy crawlies, death, being really alone&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote: "Whoever really wrote it promised that if you cried, sooner or later, you'd &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;laugh&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;R - Religion: Catholic, I suppose&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: one younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;T - Time I wake up: 545 on schooldays. Otherwise...usually around 7&lt;br /&gt;U - Unusual talent or skill: I can touch my elbows together behind my back, and do the splits.&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetables I love: Love is a strong word, but I like most vegetables except for broccoli, mushrooms, and cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: cracking my knuckles or snapping my gum&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays: quite a few&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy foods I make: vegan brownies, cake cookies, kluskis&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: Taurus (and my birthday's in a week!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-7270994606863299909?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7270994606863299909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=7270994606863299909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/7270994606863299909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/7270994606863299909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/04/waiting-until-family-leaves-for.html' title='Waiting until the family leaves for The Brother&apos;s baseball game and I get the house to myself'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8206910585828930041</id><published>2008-04-19T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T05:30:20.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word association</title><content type='html'>Silence :: The Sound of Silence&lt;br /&gt;Wall ::street&lt;br /&gt;Killed :: murdered&lt;br /&gt;Wishful ::thinking&lt;br /&gt;Poodle ::Jack&lt;br /&gt;Sullen ::sulky&lt;br /&gt;Do not disturb ::privacy please&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia ::The Genius&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation ::Carly Simon song&lt;br /&gt;Sidewalk ::it ends where the road begins&lt;br /&gt;Out of place :: cluttered&lt;br /&gt;Helicopter :: the amazing race&lt;br /&gt;Francis :: ford coppola&lt;br /&gt;Ryan :: my cousin&lt;br /&gt;Wedding :: bells&lt;br /&gt;Apalled :: shocked&lt;br /&gt;Historian :: Gettysburg&lt;br /&gt;Powerful :: rich&lt;br /&gt;Sex symbol :: arch your back and lick your lips&lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable :: awkward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8206910585828930041?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8206910585828930041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8206910585828930041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8206910585828930041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8206910585828930041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/04/word-association.html' title='Word association'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6642792012165954721</id><published>2008-04-03T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:52:57.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true life</title><content type='html'>Me (yelling backwards down the hall after the newspaper meeting): Did you give me back my headphones?&lt;br /&gt;The Boy (yelling even louder): Did you give me back my INNOCENCE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our class advisor heard the whole thing. Along with most other teachers. And The poor Genius who doesn't like it when things are awkward. And then we laughed all the way home. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6642792012165954721?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6642792012165954721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6642792012165954721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6642792012165954721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6642792012165954721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/04/true-life.html' title='true life'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1787477902950013940</id><published>2008-03-24T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:38:08.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 day weekends and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, 5 day weekends are the new black (forgive me, I've gotten less sleep than usual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thursday was movie day at my house, we watched Zoolander and Rocky Horror Picture Show (The Good Girl is hardcore into that now. Next time there's a party night I think she'll go as Janet [in the beginning, natch]). Oh! And we found All That reruns!! Like with the good cast. Hello? Vital Information with Lori Beth Denberg? "Lather, rinse, maim"? "When you order a pizza, it's nice to give the delivery boy a tip. It's not nice to say 'Thanks, now help me put this pizza in my pants!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thursday night,Oh well first I went to Rochacha with the fam to trade in the car (there was a crack in the windshield blah blah they gave us a loaner and we went to return it for the Scion....The Brother wanted to keep the loaner. It was fast.), and we went to the mall there. I got a superadorable coat from H&amp;amp;M. It's kinda like a short-sleeved trench in black. Not very functional at the moment, but it should be lovely when spring bothers to show up. Oh, then The Good Girl and I went over to The Bad Girl's house and watched Space Jam. We were like 6 when it came out, and I still can't believe it didn't give me nightmares (I mean, those aliens look scaryyy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friday....I went to the Y? I don't remember. Maybe I already wrote about it on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saturday...also blurry. Well, Saturday night our 6 went over to The Good Girl's house for a good old fashioned movie night. Her Stepford mother made pizza and delicious cookies (with Easter-y frosting!) and it was fun. We watched History of the World and The Emperor's New Groove (half of them knew all the lines! I barely remembered the plot!). The Boy was all anti-Mel Brooks (I KNOW!) at first, and wanted to watch The Heartbreak Kid but we put the kibosh on that but quick. He liked HotW though...and you know Madeline Kahn's my idol, right?(Another reason I should go to Hofstra, but that's another post!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunday we traveled to have Easter dinner with my dad's size of the family like we do every year. Very fun. I like them:) Then we headed home and the went to my aunt's house for like an hour and kinda just sat around. Which was fine, whatever. We headed home and watched an episode of The Office (which the Easter Bunny had brought season 3 of). I was pretty much just sitting around until The Boy called and we made plans to get  the 6 together. Howeverrrr, The Good Girl was already in her pajamas (at 915pm. Hence the name) so she passed, and The Geek had to do something...geeky. Milk cows early in the morning maybe? So he was out. The Genius came instead, and the five of us headed to Denny's (all piled in The Boy's car). The Boy and The Monotone split an entire French Silk pie, I had a slice of cheesecake with cherries on it, The Genius had a cup of tea, and The Bad Girl had a pancake &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;covered&lt;/span&gt; in strawberries. I was sitting across from her and it was all I could smell! We then headed to WalMart (the only other place in The Burn open at 11pm on Easter). I beat The Monotone to shotgun:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;At WalMart we played with lightsabers, sat in little kiddie fold-out couches, bought a Hannah Montana poster and "gang rings" (giant plastic party favors).We also played Hide-and-Seek and...I don't know. We did get The Bad Girl home by midnight, as per her father's instructions. But it was a fabulous night anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I started writing this last night and got super tired. So. I'm finishing it up now. I'm also watching an episode of Kate &amp;amp; Allie (Jane Curtin is one of my idols), at 6 I'll tutor and WOW Susan Saint James is rocking some shoulder pads. With just a SWEATER. How is that necessary?? Sorry, at 7ish I'll go to the train station with The Genius and The Mallrat to get our tickets for April break. I'm jazzed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;No, seriously, Susan Saint James is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;funny at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;. And she kind of looks like one of my teachers...specifically, the one I can't stand. And, honestly, SuSaJames needs to find some new eyeshadow that isn't all white and powdery. Gag me. With a spoon. (See, I totally know about the 80s.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1787477902950013940?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1787477902950013940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1787477902950013940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1787477902950013940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1787477902950013940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/5-day-weekends-and-more.html' title='5 day weekends and more'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4624980904968191145</id><published>2008-03-22T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:36:51.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring day...tonight should be fun though!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="testResultInfo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h1&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: &lt;span&gt;Myrna Loy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h2&gt;You scored 21% grit, 38% wit, 9% flair,  and 38% class!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div id="testResultInfoImg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/850/490/8504912322575776397/mt1124295473.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You are loaded with a quirky kind of class that people find irresistable. Men turn and look at you admiringly as you walk down the street, and even your rivals have a grudging respect for you. You usually know the right thing to say, do and, of course, wear. You can take charge of a situation when things get out of hand, and you do it with great poise and chic. Your wit and sense of fun endear you to your partner and every other man in the room. Your screen partners include William Powell and Cary Grant. You're quite a catch...if you want to be caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8651547809586515731 "&gt;Classic Leading Man Test&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/4621123663119520922/Classic-Dames'&gt;The Classic Dames Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=gidgetgoes'&gt;gidgetgoes&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=gidgetgoes'&gt;View My Profile(gidgetgoes)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4624980904968191145?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4624980904968191145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4624980904968191145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4624980904968191145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4624980904968191145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/boring-daytonight-should-be-fun-though.html' title='Boring day...tonight should be fun though!'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-9154687750664946707</id><published>2008-03-22T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:55:36.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; 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In no particular order, with no reason or anything:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hate List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;ignorance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wet towels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when you get a manicure and ruin it within 2 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jeans shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bad hair days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;disco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;most rap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Jersey (sorry, bad experiences!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 degree days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dirty snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;insomnia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tuna fish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people "crack" their neck (knuckles are fine, though)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paying $7.50 for a movie that sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting sick after eating only Good &amp;amp; Plentys and Diet Coke for 48 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people who are constantly hyperactive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;biased people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;failure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paper cuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being sick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;incorrect song lyrics that people are convinced are correct&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grammatical incorrectness:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;things that cost too much!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweatpants that are too short&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"huggy" people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Love List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bergdorf Goodman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the kind of sleep where you're just so comfortable you could not even imagine getting up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good hair days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really good covers of songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diet Coke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;black coffee with one ice cube in it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;easy decisions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kluskis (polish dumplings. You have no idea!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a perfect manicure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;family reunions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;inside jokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sarcasm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laughing (back-and-forth, at something stupid, at awkward situations, etc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my iPod&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;text messaging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;travel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding sales when you're shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way The Bad Girl and I lie across 4 theater seats and then lean on each other&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yearbooks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;purple things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good &amp;amp; Plentys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8454700868109813020?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8454700868109813020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8454700868109813020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8454700868109813020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8454700868109813020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-i-am-all-about-this-blog-today.html' title='Yes, I AM all about this blog today'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-5829631975180734803</id><published>2008-03-21T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:07:49.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken out of context</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why he said this, as I am sitting in my room, but I just heard The Brother say "Welcome to the part where I have no idea what I'm doing."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story of my life, yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-5829631975180734803?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5829631975180734803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=5829631975180734803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5829631975180734803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5829631975180734803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/taken-out-of-context.html' title='Taken out of context'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4781542690177674383</id><published>2008-03-21T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:45:05.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music thing...I got distracted during this and have been busy on limewire...sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;1. Song that sounds like happy feels:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Love is All Around" cover by Joan Jett. Is that a weird answer? This question took me a long time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Earliest musical memory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I distinctly remember watching "The Elephant Show" (IS that what it was called? With Sharon, Lois, and Bram?) and singing the songs all.the.time. I must've driven my family insane. Oh, and when I was around 4 or 5 I recall being in a dance class where there was a skunk dance (yes.) and singing and dancing to that around the house ("Look at me, don'tcha think I'm cute with my bushy tail and my furry suit!" That was the first line. I dropped out of that class). Oh, and I know The Brother and I would run around the living room to a Drifter's cd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Last cd you bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dowloaded, how about? I just got the soundtrack to Pulp Fiction (I was 4 when that came out! How crazy is that??!!). The last one I physically bought was the Young Frankenstein OBC soundtrack. WHICH I LOVE. Just in case there was any doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Reminds you of school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I Touch Myself" reminds me of walking down the Senior hallway as a Freshman to get to Social Studies class and hearing the twins sing it. But there are tons of songs that remind me of random school events! "Cotton-Eyed Joe," for sure, but I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loathe&lt;/span&gt; that song...."The Electric Slide" for gym class dancing, and "Starmaker" and "Corner of the Sky," but when do I ever hear any of those?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Total music files on your pc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emmm...856, but this computer is fairly new and still needs to get ALL my music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Song for listening to repeatedly when depressed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Suspension Without Suspense" or "Comforting Lie" by No Doubt, and "Super Girl" by Jim Boggia just makes me sob uncontrollably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Song that sounds British but isn't:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What??? I have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Song you love, band you hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Black Parade" byyy...? I'm not sure. I just know I'd never listen to any of their other music, but I have some nice road trip memories associated with that song. Ooh! Or "Love You" by Jack Ingram. It's not personal, I just hate country music, but this song makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. A favorite song from the past that took ages to track down:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhm, well it took me a while to find the Will &amp;amp; Grace version of "Unforgettable"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Bought the album for one good song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I may be exempt from this since I've grown up in the era of iTunes. I mean, I bought the Spice Girls' original cds, but I loved all the songs, so.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Worst song to get stuck in your head:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll go with that "Every morning there's a halo hanging on the corner of my girlfriend's four-post bed...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Best song to dump a beer on someone's head to, then storm out of the bar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I still have a few years to go before I can legally drink, so I'm not too sure about this. However, I think that beer tastes disgusting, so I totally see the merit in dumping one on someone's head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4781542690177674383?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4781542690177674383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4781542690177674383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4781542690177674383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4781542690177674383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/music-thingi-got-distracted-during-this.html' title='Music thing...I got distracted during this and have been busy on limewire...sorry!'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-2887001733356946048</id><published>2008-03-11T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:27:25.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently, I have a lot to say today</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone's ever seen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;On Golden Pond&lt;/span&gt; (well, I mean, obviously, someone has seen it, but...), but it is kinda icky. Old people shouldn't say "sexy" or "suck face" (not that anyone ever says that anymore, please God). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but it is fun to make fun of Jane Fonda's hot outfits. When someone wears a bikini-top and denim short shorts, you know it's back-flippin' time! And we did like how someone so skinny managed to create the illusion of fat simply by cinching the waist of her skirt ridiculously tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the combination of all this during a Communications class prompted The Laugher and myself to speak the lyrics to Baby Got Back one line at a time, starting with "Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Fun. In communications class. I never thought it possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-2887001733356946048?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2887001733356946048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=2887001733356946048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2887001733356946048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2887001733356946048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/apparently-i-have-lot-to-say-today.html' title='Apparently, I have a lot to say today'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-579154235399223125</id><published>2008-03-11T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:43:05.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College!!....Again</title><content type='html'>Soooo yesterday I got a "wink letter" (or whatever) from NYU basically saying that I'll be receiving my admission letter next week!!! And NYU offers scholarship money to National Merit Finalists, which is really great because it means I have an option other than Albright. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. The Genius and I are off to finalize Spring Break plans!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-579154235399223125?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/579154235399223125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=579154235399223125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/579154235399223125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/579154235399223125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/collegeagain.html' title='College!!....Again'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-3283998356293635065</id><published>2008-02-12T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:51:40.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College!!</title><content type='html'>So like an hour ago, I got a phone call from someone from Albright College. I'm accepted! And they're giving me a minimum of $21,000 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a year&lt;/span&gt;! Like, for real. I'm so thrilled. I only really applied there because they had rolling admissions and I'm sick of everyone else (except The Good Girl) knowing where they're going next year. So chances are I won't go to Albright, but hey, all te money is definitely attractive, and now I can ignore all my French and Spanish homework with the knowledge that I'm accepted somewhere other than Arizona State (or Oklahoma State...). And, hey, if I went to Albright, I could party with The Genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-3283998356293635065?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3283998356293635065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=3283998356293635065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3283998356293635065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3283998356293635065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/02/college.html' title='College!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-869279628395695933</id><published>2008-02-11T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:27:05.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Statement</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my 18th birthday is coming up. Yeah, I know it's still like 2 months away, but it's kind of a milestone thing so I'm allowed to start thinking about it early, right? So I've decided that starting April 26th, I'm going to do a new thing every day. And hopefully record it here! I mean, I'll be starting college and stuff, so I'm guaranteed at least a few new things:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo for now, I'm watching the last 10 minutes of last night's Family Guy with The Brother. I took a "mental health day" today (skipped school) and wrote scholarship applications and was just generally happy not to be going to Spanish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-869279628395695933?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/869279628395695933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=869279628395695933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/869279628395695933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/869279628395695933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/02/mission-statement.html' title='Mission Statement'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-364983028907271086</id><published>2008-02-01T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:40:58.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Believe</title><content type='html'>...should you ever find yourself wondering.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People should be able to marry regardless of their sexual orientation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Average" inseam lengths on jeans should be longer. (And so should "long" inseams)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There will be a female president in my lifetime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New York is really abusing the whole idea of standardized testing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't call me your friend if you don't know my favorite movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents should not bring young children to restaurants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter is overrated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should have to take a test to vote.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or at least be able to name the candidates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I missed out on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dynasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madeline Kahn was a genius.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half the stuff you learn in kindergarten is crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like, you don't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to forgive people if you don't want to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people were born without athletic ability.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I have to follow the rules, so do you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't have to be nice, you just have to be civil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's healthy to hold a grudge once in a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should have ridiculous laughing fits with your friends as much as possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inside jokes are fantastic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who post emo song lyrics are not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone should invent a no-chip nail polish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-364983028907271086?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/364983028907271086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>You know what kind of sucks about having an iPod Touch?</title><content type='html'>The fact that the album cover pictures are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giant&lt;/span&gt;, which means that my guilty pleasure music choices are no longer secret to anyone withing viewing distance.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-5855127185150369199?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5855127185150369199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=5855127185150369199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5855127185150369199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5855127185150369199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-know-what-kind-of-sucks-about.html' title='You know what kind of sucks about having an iPod Touch?'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6882796121072473256</id><published>2008-01-10T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:43:50.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdowns and Breakups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;repare yourselves for a rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Two days ago The Good Girl showed up at NHS Induction all blotchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Apparently she didn't think you could tell she'd been crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We could tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She said she was crying to her sister about, I don't know, something and about "being a prude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because we call her Prudence McPrude, the Mayoress of Prudey Town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because we love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But we were talking about boys and such at the Rock-a-Thon and I think her relative inexperience kinda freaked her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Recently, I "failed" (that's really the best way to put it) at something I'd been working toward for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It wasn't college, or really anything crucial or important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was just something I wanted to do, and now I really can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My friend's mom was really nice to me about it, and was supportive and was all the things one would like a listener to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Like "You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; deserved to do that, and if it were up to me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was pretty depressed about it, and I asked my mom what she thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She said that maybe if it weren't for my attitude, things would've ended in my favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Which pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm still a little angry about it, and plan to be that way until March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because I fucking can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Boy is probably going to date someone who would be terrible for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We all kinda hate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Except for The Ginger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But honestly, we're not completely fond of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; either, at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Actually, I truly HATE this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I make no secret of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Leggings are not pants and should not be worn as such)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This girl has been sent to the office for not wearing pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Doesn't that seem like a no-brainer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6882796121072473256?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6882796121072473256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6882796121072473256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6882796121072473256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6882796121072473256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/breakdowns-and-breakups.html' title='Breakdowns and Breakups'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-9019009445001797405</id><published>2008-01-06T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:58:14.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sad pathetic excuses for not posting, and a general update on my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I know excuses totally suck, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; actually been kinda busy. Here's what I've been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until the first week in December, I was holding book for the middle school musical (Aladdin). It was cute, but I once again felt the need to apologize to my mother for making her come to every single kids show I was ever in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to Florida for Christmas to see my grandparents, like we do every year. The weather was gorgeous, but unfortunately I hadn't been able to find my shorts (they were in the attic, I only checked the basement. Bummer.) so I wore white Banana Republic capris probably more times than was appropriate:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Year's Party at The Boy's house. Waaaay too fun. I kicked some ass at Balderdash, we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blazing Saddles&lt;/span&gt; because The Laugher had never seen it before. The Boy had gotten a camcorder for Christmas, so we recorded ourselves being ridiculous. I discovered that I sound like Lillith, from Frasier, on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got an iPod Touch for Christmas!!! I still have to upload all my music. I have a LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was The Star's birthday yesterday. She went to NYC and saw Legally Blonde (again), and cried during it (again!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had the French Club Rock-a-Thon. I was the only one of my friends that didn't sleep from 7pm-7am. But I rarely sleep anyway because of this ridiculous insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! I got my license!!!! December 7th! "A day that will live in infamy," as my father reminded me. I was pretty sure I'd failed when the the lady had me return to the start of the test, and I was like on the verge of tears. But I passed!! Barely, but I passed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and The Diva, who is a year and a half younger than I am, get her license about a week before I did. 2 months exactly after her birthday, when she got her permit. I passed my road test 1 year 7 months and 10 days after I got my permit...and in 4months I can drive after 9pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got rejected by Yale. But I totally saw that coming, so it wasn't a huge disappointment or shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to a Rocky Horror Picture Show party last weekend, before all the boys went back to college. I was Magenta. It was ridiculously fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-9019009445001797405?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9019009445001797405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=9019009445001797405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/9019009445001797405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/9019009445001797405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-sad-pathetic-excuses-for-not-posting.html' title='My sad pathetic excuses for not posting, and a general update on my life'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1676697260737773775</id><published>2007-12-17T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:01:40.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This can't be healthy</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I wandered into Bergdorfs.&lt;br /&gt;It was early. The store had just opened maybe a half-hour earlier.&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmastime. I wanted to beat the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;I immediately headed for the escalator down to the basement level.&lt;br /&gt;I took one trip around the floor, then took the elevator to 5F.&lt;br /&gt;Almost bought some underwear. Decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Almost bought a cupcake. Decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Took the elevator back down.&lt;br /&gt;I walked around some more under the pretense of finding the perfect dark raspberry winter lip.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that's my color for the season.&lt;br /&gt;I walked around the entire floor, ending up back in front of the Paul &amp;amp; Joe counter.&lt;br /&gt;The SA was busy with a customer, so I looked at lipsticks and waited.&lt;br /&gt;I looked in their mirror.&lt;br /&gt;I was already wearing the color I was supposedly searching for.&lt;br /&gt;It's Clinique.&lt;br /&gt;Raspberry something.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to YSL and bought a light purple lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;Pink Cashmere, I think?&lt;br /&gt;I could live there.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, this can't be healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1676697260737773775?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1676697260737773775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1676697260737773775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1676697260737773775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1676697260737773775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-cant-be-healthy.html' title='This can&apos;t be healthy'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-5464666208314098341</id><published>2007-12-04T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:54:06.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day!</title><content type='html'>The first snow day of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started my application essay for Amherst, or finished my article for the newspaper (which is due on Friday), or cleaned my messy room or, really done anything productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;, however, shoveled half of the driveway, watched 2 episodes of "The Nanny," fooled around on myspace and Facebook, bought some stuff online, and wrapped all the Christmas presents. So that last part was productive, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-5464666208314098341?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5464666208314098341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=5464666208314098341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5464666208314098341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5464666208314098341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow day!'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-7883159085463951174</id><published>2007-11-26T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:42:38.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I posted this because, you know, it's fun and such:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Fill it out lovers. Also, $10 ho dollars to people who can tell me what the subject is from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear janabelle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I _____ you. You have a nice______. You make me _______. You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should _______. Someday I will ______. You + me =________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you now I'd __________. I would build a _______ just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you. If I could sing you any song it would be _________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could __________ under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. ______________.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPOST THIS "DEAR (YOUR NAME)" AND SEE WHAT ANSWERS U GET... this lots of fun!! and you can really make someone's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got this back from my secret lover The Mallrat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear janabelle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to nyc with you. You have a nice sense of style unlike that teacher. You make me laugh in calculus because we hate our new seats and i actually talk in that class now . You should buy me make-up from sephora because you love me. Someday I will let you buy my 15 kids fancy things from tiffany's and other fancy stores you shop at. You + me = big sluts. If I saw you now I'd air hug you because i know how much u hate real hugs. I would build a mall in your backyard just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be baby its cold outside. We could sing girl scout campfire songs under the stars and invite A.B.'s mom because she's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mallrat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. movie night soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahaha I love that girl. For real. Today has been really good despite new seats in calculus, failing a french test (yeah I'm like 99% sure, as all of the third page was total bs), aaaand, oh I had to go to Spanish. And then tutor and then rehearsal for the little kid musical (Aladdin, it's cute). So, fun. Oh, and the subject of the bulletin was "make me laugh some more" from Canteen Boy and The Mallrat owned that one too&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-7883159085463951174?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7883159085463951174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=7883159085463951174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/7883159085463951174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/7883159085463951174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-posted-this-because-you-know-its-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8110502787523319143</id><published>2007-11-16T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:41:18.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest ever?</title><content type='html'>All-County, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I was complaining to The Role Model (formerly The Senior) that this was essentially my first AC ever without her (8th grade doesn't count--A.B. and I were friends and bad dancer girl didn't sing funny), and how bored I was going to be, the extreme suckiness, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;For one, no assigned seats!!! Score.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I was still totally "Two more hours. If I can get through two more hours of singing, I can have a 15 minute break. Okay. I can make it. Two more hours..." and so on.&lt;br /&gt;But L.A. and I played hangman (no "nose" comments this time ahaha), our director was the least annoying AC one I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;J.P. got a solo (ew/whatever)&lt;br /&gt;His sister was a funsucker on the bus ride home (get off the phone and let us sing!)&lt;br /&gt;But the breaks were hilarious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Break #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I saw L., from summer camp? I'm pretty sure it was her, but I think she was there for a volleyball scrimmage, not AC. So, I texted The Role Model to tell her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BAD GIRL: Who was that?&lt;br /&gt;ME: L. We went to band camp together like five years ago. We love her, but her sister's a slut.&lt;br /&gt;THE BAD GIRL:*sarcasm* Say that louder.&lt;br /&gt;ME:*semi-loudly* Her sister's a slut.&lt;br /&gt;our music teacher: What!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Break #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were all talking about the next mother-to-be in our grade (which we all found out a few days ago), and we weren't telling The Diva who it was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DIVA:*as we're walking down the hallway* "Teen pregnancy." &lt;i&gt;(No lie, that was the entire phrase, like"sigh, teen pregnancy.")&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same teacher, hysterically: Why is it always my group?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was pretty hilarious. Most of the stuff I post here is You-had-to-be-there moments, I've noticed. Oh, well. Pretend you were there. Imagine the hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the singing on the bus ride home was fantabulous. The Geek led us in a rousing (arousing) rendition of Big Balls, then We Will Rock You, then we had my iPod and speakers for Summer Nights, Dancing Queen, For the Last Time I'm Dominican, aaand...what else? Oh, we sang the theme from Titanic, Build Me Up Buttercup, Armed Forces Medley, Corner of the Sky, and, naturally, what little we remembered of Starmaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8110502787523319143?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8110502787523319143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8110502787523319143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8110502787523319143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8110502787523319143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/11/greatest-ever.html' title='The greatest ever?'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8999394142255815599</id><published>2007-11-11T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:39:13.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Philosophy</title><content type='html'>Retail therapy is tres theraputic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found a great winter coat after scouring all of Eastview and Carousel malls. I got it at the Lord &amp;amp; Taylor at Carousel. It's black, Calvin Klein, quilted, but not puffy. It's like Carhartt material, but much much cuter. They had fantastic sales. I almost got a royal blue cashmere blend coat, too, but my parents would only pay for part of one coat, not part of two. Even though it was amazingly cute. I should go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand I got new nail polish. It was necessary. I was going to go Dior, but then I bought &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.amazon.com/Skull-Candy-SC-INKD-Pink-Headphones/dp/B000WAT79S/ref=sr_1_48/104-1599795-5123952?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=electronics&amp;amp;qid=1194838529&amp;amp;sr=1-48"&gt;skullcandy headphones&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -944px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at FYE (on sale for $10!!!!), so I got &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://opi.com/Russian.asp"&gt;OPI's Siberian Nights&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -944px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It looks a lot purple-r in the bottle. I'll fix my nails tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand I've decided to take a whole "zen" approach to the school musical thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that doesn't work out, I'll just be a raging bitch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8999394142255815599?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8999394142255815599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8999394142255815599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8999394142255815599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8999394142255815599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-philosophy.html' title='My New Philosophy'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1725360786402169413</id><published>2007-11-08T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:28:38.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahaha I'm loved,</title><content type='html'>And funny. The Gay Boy posted this as a bulletin on myspace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                     I love janabelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a qoute about me from her. We we eating chocolate fondue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, you have chocolate dripping down your lips. You slutty dirty whore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1725360786402169413?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1725360786402169413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1725360786402169413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1725360786402169413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1725360786402169413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahaha-im-loved.html' title='ahaha I&apos;m loved,'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-3392076876313395554</id><published>2007-11-08T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:37:54.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something wicked this way comes.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been so..."overcome" isn't the right word, but just, like, there are so many emotions and they're so strong that you think you might just laugh, cry, and vomit at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, today was the first meeting for the school musical. I did have the class to leave my size 9 tap shoes at home to avoid any potential "accidents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the beginning, they gave a long speech about how the school has had a long history of giving priority to seniors when it comes to lead roles. The speech was to announce that this practice would end this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I have complained about this &lt;u&gt;forever&lt;/u&gt;. For all of 9th grade, it was my main issue with the system. Then director came and I had like twenty thousand new things to complain about. Now that the freaking thing is finally in my favor, it &lt;i&gt;changes&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disgusting. I have goosebumps all over my arms and legs and feel like I am literally going to choke on my own tears so much that I start laughing hysterically right before my hands get shaking so badly that I can't even type anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-3392076876313395554?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3392076876313395554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=3392076876313395554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3392076876313395554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3392076876313395554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/11/something-wicked-this-way-comes.html' title='Something wicked this way comes.'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6075124311525949687</id><published>2007-11-02T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:37:10.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little fall of rain...</title><content type='html'>This week has been five years long. And I didn't even go to school on Tuesday. It was actually awesome up until Thursday. Let's face it, Halloween is like the best. It is a holiday for friends, and not familial obligations (not that there's really anything wrong with that). We watched &lt;i&gt;Heathers&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Young Frankenstein&lt;/i&gt; and trick-or-treated. It was a thrill. And kinda sad that it's the last year for this party that we've had annually for the last 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Thursday. Okay, Thursday is my favorite day of the week. Always. But this one sucked. Enrichment was cancelled, so I was out $20 for the week, but I tutored and babysat, so I have money--that wasn't really what was wrong. Anyone who's met me knows that I love chorus lessons (almost as much as Halloween), and this one was terrible because someone (Folder) invited like 4 other people. There ended up being 17 PEOPLE in the L-room. It sucked. It pissed me off royally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today blew too. I love Economics because it's not difficult at all, just as a first period class should be. Oh, and I hate spanish, have I mentioned that? I had french today, and it was, I don't know, fine I guess. Living in America made me mad because the stupid library computer wouldn't let me log on because it said I was already logged on somewhere else in the school, but I only used the ELA computer yesterday, so I logged off again, but it still wouldn't let me, so I had to start my project over. Which kinda sucked. Fourth period I worked on that, too. Fifth was chorus, which was fine. But every time L.M. and I made snide comments about J.P., H.E. would like turn around and glare at us. whatever. She's got an attitude. Sixth I had calculus. Apparently I missed something important on tuesday, because I'm kinda lost. wow, like deja vu from two years ago. I still don't understand that circle stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, The Bad Girl and I decided to possibly go to the mall after 9th period and see a movie, so we went with The Geek to the chorus room to practice all-county music since we'd miss it 10th. It's fun with just the three of us and the teacher. We're the best ones anyway ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love that The Bad Girl and I will go and do whatever the other says. It sounds sick and codependent, but it makes life easier. If I just say "bowling?" I know she'll meet me at Falcons at 10, no questions asked. And, unlike my parents (and some other semi-friends), if I want to bitch, she'll just listen and not be like "Oh, it'll get better." I want to be like "&lt;i&gt;Shut up.&lt;/i&gt; I know it'll get better, but it's not better &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;, and that doesn't help me &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;. Just let me be freaking angry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so 8th period was when I started to get like emotional-angry. The whole time, the communications teacher has said that if we &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; don't want to read the morning announcements, there is something else we can do to fulfill the requirement. At first, I was just like, whatever, but now I've decided it's something I really don't want to do. But now the teacher won't let me. She's been saying that I could just read the pledge, and my group's week starts monday, so I asked her just to confirm that the pledge was all I was responsible for, and she was like, no you have to read some other things. Then she asked me how doing the announcements was any different from having one line on stage, and I said I didn't know, and by this point I was almost crying, because honestly, I just &lt;i&gt;didn't. want. to. do it.  &lt;/i&gt;But she was like, well, there was a miscommunication *insert Hey, don't you teach communications? thing here* So I got really upset, and I know that she'll take this into consideration when she casts the musical (oh, right, she does that too), so if I'm "nervous" about this, I'll totally be nervous on stage. Which is bull, but whatever. Oh, and the other day she told The Boy that the douchy director said that she could give him and advance copy of the music for the musical and his audition piece. I fucking hate the douchy director. I know I'm rambling, but, ugh, whatever. Then 9th, The Good Girl and I were supposed to go to the music room, but she bailed because she said she had french homework, but she just ended up watching Willy Wonka in study hall, while I sat behind her and &lt;i&gt;did my french homework&lt;/i&gt;. Which made me even angrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad Girl and I didn't go to the mall, so then I felt bad about skipping all-county rehearsal. I told my parents about the whole communications thing, and my dad basically said "life's tough." And now I'm freaking crying again. I need to get the hell out of The Port.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6075124311525949687?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6075124311525949687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6075124311525949687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6075124311525949687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6075124311525949687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-fall-of-rain.html' title='A little fall of rain...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-5444417338509925565</id><published>2007-10-31T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:34:23.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halloween is the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Halloween motif on livejournal is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read/Watch &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/2007/10/well-played-our.html#more"&gt;it.&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -944px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-5444417338509925565?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5444417338509925565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=5444417338509925565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5444417338509925565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5444417338509925565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-is-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-3278007283609169336</id><published>2007-10-15T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:33:48.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to...</title><content type='html'>Ok, for French class, we're supposed to do a "How To" presentation. It's due tomorrow. It must have a handout and props and notecards. And I have yet to pick a topic.&lt;br /&gt;Possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to use sarcasm as a weapon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to not swear in front of the music teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to annoy A.B.'s mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to favor children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to do origami (yeah, I tried this one, but trust me, it's not gonna work)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to set a tv show to record on Tivo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to participate at home to the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to skip a year of French without actually speaking the language&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to throw the world's best Halloween parties&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to apply lipstick correctly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;No lie, all of these except 1, 4, 7, and 8 were considered as actual possibilities. I think I'll go with the last one. The Laugher says it is my gift to the world haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-3278007283609169336?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3278007283609169336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=3278007283609169336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3278007283609169336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3278007283609169336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to.html' title='How to...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4139969076586953775</id><published>2007-10-14T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:33:05.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best way to get people to stop asking you to babysit for their kids is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; to call C.C. a bitch really loudly at Parker's on a Sunday night and make sure the kids hear you. Yeah, that should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the play was this weekend, and I thought it went really well. Last night it was amazing (and I had a really cute black shirt on), and today's matinee was as good as could be expected at the M. Opera House at 2pm. It doesn't have the same feeling because you can see that it's light outside, and it loses the purgatorial feel that we needed for the play. Anyway, I had so much fun. V. was Catherina of Aaragon, C. was Anne Boelyn, L. was Jane Seymour, E. was Anna of Cleves, C. was Katherine Howard, C.C. was Kate Parr, and I became the (youngest) chosen wife, Margaret Mannox. Oh, and M. was King Henry the 8th. It was all pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and so for like part of the climax of the play, Margaret tells Kate that Thomas Seymour only married her to get with her stepdaughter, Princess Elizabeth, and Margaret gets called a bitch. So that's where the "bitch" part comes in. Hilarious. C.C. makes me laugh, and C. makes us cry with her death scene. Okay, I'm tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4139969076586953775?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4139969076586953775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4139969076586953775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4139969076586953775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4139969076586953775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-way-to-get-people-to-stop-asking.html' title='The best way to get people to stop asking you to babysit for their kids is'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-3623672043060256127</id><published>2007-10-06T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:30:21.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can’t wait to get out of The Port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could write that for my college essay. Just that I want to leave. That whatever college accepts me, I’ll be there, and I’ll do my best. I’ll do my best because it’s not The Port. I’ll try at things, I’ll make new friends. I feel like I’m begging places to accept me, like I’m making deals; “I promise I’ll be good, just let me go. Get me out of here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m supposed to be writing my college essays right now.  So far, I have two out of four done. I’m not thrilled with what I’ve written so far, but I don’t care. Until I’m out of CNY--the dead-end road for dreams--I am apathetic. I know that with essays like these I’ll never go somewhere nice, but I no longer want to go “somewhere,” I want to go “anywhere.” Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere. I don’t care if I hate college. I don’t care if I have the worst roommates in the world. I don’t care if the classes are too easy or too hard or anything. I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care because I am ready. I have been ready since I chose my first-choice school in fourth grade. Since then, others have come and gone, but one or two have remained. Mount Holyoke sounded right until two years of summer camp there make me felt that it had been done. I desperately wanted to go to Wagner for a while, but when I visited it I wished someone had told me before that Staten Island is basically a landfill. However, I have my final list of choices now. Applications are being filled out, it’s too late to change. Not that I want to.  But I promise I’m ready. I feel like I’ve been preparing for college since 5th grade. I’m so ready that I’m angry at my parents for refusing to let me skip a grade in elementary school. I’m wasting my senior year taking classes I don’t care about with people I don’t care about in a town I don’t care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am people. Accept me. Save me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-3623672043060256127?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3623672043060256127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=3623672043060256127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3623672043060256127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3623672043060256127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-wait-to-get-out-of-port.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4107821351263410410</id><published>2007-09-26T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:29:06.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am involved in too many things.</title><content type='html'>Most of which I really want to do, but when I have a day where I just have one thing right after the other, I kinda wish I had scheduled in some relax time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4107821351263410410?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4107821351263410410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4107821351263410410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4107821351263410410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4107821351263410410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-involved-in-too-many-things.html' title='I am involved in too many things.'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-5864416117799911499</id><published>2007-09-25T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:28:41.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For future notice...</title><content type='html'>If you ever find yourself with a recently broken toe that just seems to be starting to heal, it is not really a good idea to wear black patent leather wedge shoes (even if they are more sensible than your high-heeled black shoes) just because they go &lt;i&gt;perfectly&lt;/i&gt; with your 80s day outfit of opaque black cutoff tights, a khaki miniskirt, a black polo with a popped collar, and a white sweater tied around your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I looked totally 80s prep, and with E.M. being 80s club, A.B. being 80s workout, and The Ginger being kind of 80s crazy, we should get our picture in the yearbook:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p75/ironical08/Random/80sday.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genuis is behind us, A.B. is in front, and from L to R, we're The Mallrat, The Good Girl, K.L., E.M., The Ginger, Me, The Boy (not a good picture for him), and The Geek kinda got cut out (earning his name)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-5864416117799911499?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5864416117799911499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=5864416117799911499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5864416117799911499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5864416117799911499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-future-notice.html' title='For future notice...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p75/ironical08/Random/th_80sday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4883585294233934966</id><published>2007-09-16T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:23:55.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Blogging the Red Carpet.</title><content type='html'>So the family has kicked me out of the living room and stolen the big-screen for some football game. Hence, I am Carrie Bradshaw-ing it with my laptop in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:04pm-Yay! Debra Messing! I love her dress this year. Ralph Lauren. The black-and-white theme kind of reminded me of the one Angela Kinsey wore last year. Also, Glenlivet is her favorite drink and that made me laugh. And I think her makeup looks really classy and kinda understated. Oh, and how pretty did Bailey from Grey's look??&lt;br /&gt;6:12pm- Ali Larter is super pretty!!! And she was in Legally Blonde right? I think so. Oh, now Ryan's talking about Varsity Blues. James VanderBeek = love.&lt;br /&gt;6:13pm-Why is Ryan covering a man in whipped creme?&lt;br /&gt;6:14pm-Oh, Jesus. Ryan's gonna sing during the awards.&lt;br /&gt;6:15pm-I don't know who these people are. Oh, wait it's the Ugly Betty guy. Now, I totally love Ferragamo, but I'm not thrilled with either of their outfits. And OHMYGOD her shoes are uggggly.&lt;br /&gt;6:16pm-Ahhh! It's Dwight Schrute!!!! What a fox hahaha. I love the old school pictures.&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL.&lt;br /&gt;6:22pm-John Stewart is a pretty funny guy. I'd totally rather have him host than lame old Ryan Seacrest.&lt;br /&gt;6:22 and 30 secondspm-Yes! Tina Fey! Oh, right, back to Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;6:23pm-Kyra Sedgewick. Her outfit is puzzling....I need to see the full length. Enh, It's not bad. She wears it well, but I'm not in love with the ruffley-stuff on the bottom. All I know about her is what I've seen on Inside the Actor's Studio.&lt;br /&gt;6:25pm-Wow, I love Tina Fey. She is like my idol. I think she looks pretty classy. I love that she's downplaying her nominations. And how cute is it that Elmo sent her a video message? Yeah, Elmo has taught me everything I know about acting too. Niiice.&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL&lt;br /&gt;6:29pm-Ok, I really don't like Ugly Betty, but I do like the color of her dress. Her hair looks a little prom-y, but her eye makeup and earrings are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;6:31pm-Kathy Griffin absolutely kills me. And she is rocking that dress. Her whole look is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;6:32pm-Hayden Panettiere. Wow, I do not like her dress at all. Like &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt;. And she looks orangey. Haha, look at Kevin Bacon with his cool aviators. Every time I see him, I immediately go-Footloose.&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL&lt;br /&gt;6:37pm-some weird contest winner with someone else I don't know. Her dress is v. v. glam. Oh, the sister from Ugly Betty? She looks wayyy pretty off the show hahah!&lt;br /&gt;6:39pm-To me, Tom Selleck will always be Richard Burke from Friends. He's so classy. I love the dresses of his..daughter and uh, wife? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;6:40pm-Eva Longoria always look amazing. Seriously. She could not look bad ever. I don't like her purse, but I'm not gonna hold it against her. Oh, pics from her wedding. I was in Paris like right after. I guess we went to Paris Disney the day after she and Tony did.&lt;br /&gt;6:42-Jennifer Love Hewitt. Her dress is kind of, well not simple, but understated. It's &lt;i&gt;classic&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL&lt;br /&gt;6:47pm-Shut up Guilianna or whatever your name is. I don't care that you're married. I want to hear Kate Walsh! Sooo Kate, I love the earrings, makeup, and the dress to a point, but your hair is not working for me. She was &lt;b&gt;incredibly&lt;/b&gt; gorgeous last year in Ellie Saab. I desperately need to see her shoes. Oh wow we totally have the same nail polish color on.&lt;br /&gt;6:49pm-I don't like Jaime Pressley. I don't like her dress that much either. Her hair looks classy though.Cabbage soup detox sounds disgustingggg.&lt;br /&gt;6:51pm-Duh, Debra Messing is gorgeous. Totally stylish. I'm glad Carson and Kimora agree with me! Yeah, and we all agree on Kate Walsh's hair too.&lt;br /&gt;6:52pm-Blahblahblah, House. Never watch it. No one looks outstanding. I do like the one shoulder slit gown on one of the women though.&lt;br /&gt;6:53pm-blahblah Dennis Leary. I like your silver tie. Aww they said hi to their sons. Wow, let me date their son Jack!&lt;br /&gt;6:55pm-I wonder if Portia de Rossi ever feels like she has to be stylish enough for two people since Ellen always just wears a suit. I love Portia's dress though. Ellen, ditch the lasso around your neck.&lt;br /&gt;6:57pm-Stephen Colbert, another funny guy. His wife's pretty. I wish her shoes had back straps. Nice bracelets, guys.&lt;br /&gt;6:59pm-blahlah Omar Epps. It's been established that I don't watch house.&lt;br /&gt;7pm-Al Gore. If 10 year olds could vote, I would have voted for you, man.&lt;br /&gt;7:01pm-Glamcam caught Julia Louis-Dreyfus. LOVE her purple dress!&lt;br /&gt;7:02pm-Filliam H. Muffman! She looks gorgeous. I love the raspberry color of her dress. I didn't know she wrote a book! "If you wanna get lucky, fix something" haha nice.&lt;br /&gt;7:03pm-Julia again! Love the dress sooo much. She was so nice when I met her in Paris (and probably ruined her vacation) Her bag is like the color my prom dress was. God, de Pandi, stop talking about diets.&lt;br /&gt;7:05pm-Joely Fischer looks gorgeous in yellow. Her shoes are a little blingy in my opinion, but her hair, dress, makeup, earrings, purse, all sooo beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;7:06pm-Steve Carrell. I hope The Office wins stuff. Hey, is that his wife? Didn't she play his ex-girlfriend Carol on The Office? I think so. hahah Steve kills cats because he's rich.&lt;br /&gt;7:08pm-Guess what? I don't watch Heroes. I don't care. I do like Kristin Bell's pretty blue dress. It's like a deeper sky blue, and I love that Gretchen has to like lean way down to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL&lt;br /&gt;7:16pm-John Krasinski is really wearing that tux. Oh, wow, for a second there I though his pregnant agent was his pregnant wife.&lt;br /&gt;7:17pm-blahblah Entourage. I lost interest in that show when Jeremy Piven started looking creepy.&lt;br /&gt;7:18pm-Marcia Cross is always gorgeous too. Seriously. I really really love her style, her intelligence, her character on desperate housewives (and melrose place, duh)&lt;br /&gt;7:20pm-Jenna Fischer. I like her hair and earrings, but the giant bow on her dress is a little much. I can't wait for The Office to come back!!!! And I love that she knows about the youtube stuff like JAMmed or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;7:22pm-Ok, enough about House. Hugh Laurie is pretty cool though. He was really funny when he hosted SNL. I feel like unless someone really looks icky, there's not much to critique about a tux.&lt;br /&gt;7:23pm-Rashida Jones looks pretty on the glamcam, but should've toned down her lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;7:24pm-Vanessa Williams. I like the color, but wow, the feathers are...fluffy. It balances out I guess. I really really like the color, and her hair is spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL&lt;br /&gt;7:30pm-I didn't realize Guilianna changed her last name when she got married. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;7:31pm-Aww Neil Patrick Harris. I would make out with him hahaha. I really do hope he wins. And he did "suit up!"&lt;br /&gt;7:32pm-Heidi Klum's hair is doing the same thing Kate Walsh's did. And their dresses are kind of similar. Loving the dress, the kind of brick reddish color. I cannot wait for Project Runway.Hahaha Heidi Klum is a bra expert.&lt;br /&gt;7:35pm-I like the color of Rebecca Romijn's dress. It's very flapperesque. And omg I looooove her shoes (thanks to the stiletto cam!)&lt;br /&gt;7:36pm-Mary Louise Parker. Love the red corset dress. I kinda get her and Mary Stuart Masterson confused. Not like they look alike, but their 3 named-ness is similar.  PS-Glamcam..Helen Mirren is amazingly pretty.&lt;br /&gt;7:37pm-Katharine Heigel. I love her white dress with her matte red lips. It's all very crisp and clean with great lines. Her hair is super pretty too. She's cool. And she "loves food so much."&lt;br /&gt;7:40pm-Awesome, I've already mentioned that I love Tina Fey. Haha she can play "The Hustle" on the flute.&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL&lt;br /&gt;7:45pm-Ryan Seacrest hasn't even started hosting and I'm already tired of hearing his voice.&lt;br /&gt;7:46pm-Ellen pompeo bores me. I like her dress, but I don't like her jewelry. Her hair's a little martian-esque. AHhh! I just saw Matthew Perry on the glamcam. Ellen's gonna elope. Good for her, I don't really wanna hear about her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;7:48pm-Charlie Sheen is looking unkempt. He's a little shady...especially his hair.On the glamcam, Teri Hatcher's dress is pretty, but is just an all-white version of what Julia L-D wore last year. She's a little botoxy.&lt;br /&gt;7:49pm-Sandra Oh. I kinda wish her hair was more together, but her dress is gorgeous. Not liking the gladiator shoes with heels. I don't care if they're comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL&lt;br /&gt;7:55pm-Simon Cowell and Randy Jackson. Enh. I don't really watch American Idol either. Glamcam's Sara Ramirez looks gorgeous in the pinky lavender. I can't wait for her CD to come out. Queen Latifah is really pretty too. I like the red--daring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok kids, it looks like it's over. I'll post with my comments on the official show later.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's Kanye West, Way to show up on time buddy. AND WAY TO WEAR SNEAKERS. THAT'S DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, right so, I'll charge my computer now and type my thoughts up later, courtesy of my darling darling TiVo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4883585294233934966?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4883585294233934966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4883585294233934966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4883585294233934966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4883585294233934966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/live-blogging-red-carpet.html' title='Live Blogging the Red Carpet.'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-5515724487153732912</id><published>2007-09-14T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:21:19.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to remember...</title><content type='html'>So today after school, The Genius and The Mallrat and I were gonna go mini-golfing, but after cheerleading practice, Mallrat said it was too cold/windy out, and that we should go wreak havoc in WalMart and hit Dunkin Donuts instead. Soooo, despite constantly stating otherwise, Genius did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; answer her phone (as always...haha) so N.W.. drove me and Mallrat to WalMart and M.M. met us there. It was really fun, just generally being annoying, taking mirror pictures, reading directions loudly in Spanish...we're obnoxious. Mallrat and I rocked our "Sunglasses at Night" so N.W.. bought a pair, I bought new square earrings (one of mine became lost forever in the carpet this morning), and (after wearing them over her jeans all over the store) Mallrat bought girl-boxers. Then we went to Donuts, and I got a really delicious donut that I totally did not need. Thennn, Mallrat wanted fries so we went to MickeyDs, which was totally packed from kids going back and forth from The 'Burn's football game. I don't know who won (but the D-days beat the Brooklyn people 4-1 apparently...), so then we followed this car around the city, until it started to head for the lake, and we decided to turn back. since M.M. had ridden with us and left her car in McDonald's parking lot. She went home, and the three of us tried to go to the mall. We got there at 9:14pm. The mall police guy told us it had just closed (laaaaame). So we pretty much headed home.&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, I had totally forgotten how much fun N.W.. is. We haven't really been close since like 8th grade, since we had absolutely zero classes together. We reminisced about the coconut, ignoring people, and, naturally, ghetto beats. Oh, ok, I forgot. My favorite part of the whole thing was when we were driving down Genesee St. and N.W..(driving) points to the left and goes "Hey! That's my insurance place! Look at me go! Hahahah!!!" Ok, so you probably had to be there, but we laughed for an inappropriate amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;    Oh, and speaking of laughing: Today in chorus, it was a B-Day so technically I wasn't being graded for anything, so I was like looking through the old Rolling Stone magazines that are piled in the shelves under the windowsills, and I found one with a &lt;i&gt;giant&lt;/i&gt; advertisement for Jockey underwear, with a bunch of construction workers wearing boxer briefs and hard hats. I shrieked, held it up, the teacher screamed and shielded her eyes, and then The Bad Girl goes "Ohmygod! It says 'I Like Your Jockey Pouch!'" And we're all like, wow these magazines of yours are totally appropriate (NOT..haha) and she goes "They're not mine, they're the other music teachers'!" So we left her the ad with a nice post-it note explaining the situation and signed all our names (janabelle, Mallrat, Good Girl, Bad Girl, Diva). When she saw it she laughed so hard and posted it on the bulletin board. Loveeee it. The only thing I'll miss here is chorus, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;    K. I have French homework to be emailed to the teacher by midnight. I'd better get on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p75/ironical08/stnili.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallrat and N.W.. in Walmart. Check out the boxers on the one on the left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-5515724487153732912?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5515724487153732912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=5515724487153732912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5515724487153732912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5515724487153732912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/try-to-remember.html' title='Try to remember...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6106546349142513265</id><published>2007-09-12T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:15:40.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am exhausted. To the point where I can barely keep my eyes open to type this, so it'll be quick. After that lovely rant yesterday, I got a little better. Well, I kinda got better today. Senior class picture was taken 1st period outside (in the semi-cold!) in front of the press box on the football field. I sat between The Good Girl and The Bad Girl and a bunch of us made Derek Zoolander "Magnum" faces for the crazy camera lady.&lt;br /&gt;    The rest of my classes just kind of passed by. Everyone says senior year goes by really quickly, but I think it's going to be really long, I just won't pay attention to any of it. Oh, and then we had to get our individual pictures taken for "photo ids" which they tried once before when we were in 7th grade, but we never got any id cards. The Good Girl, A.B., E.R. and I didn't wait for the announcement 9th period, so I was the first one to get photographed (gotta get back to 9th period study hall so I can read the really exciting (and well written!) Jackie Collins novel "Hollywood Divorces!") Oh, and during 7th period lunch I had my interview with the adviser for editing manager of the school newspaper. He said some nice stuff to me about my application and qualifications and whatever, which was nice to hear considering that the parents have had me on the road to college for so long that it seems like not much I do is worthy of more than like, reimbursing me for my semiformal dress (not that I don't appreciate that, because I do...)&lt;br /&gt;    So whatever. First lesson of my last year of high school is tomorrow first period. At the last lesson, I'm probably going to cry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6106546349142513265?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6106546349142513265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6106546349142513265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6106546349142513265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6106546349142513265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6548478240748689397</id><published>2007-09-10T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:14:20.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear all seniors at The Port HS:</title><content type='html'>I'm thrilled we're seniors. But to be completely honest, there are less than ten of you that I will actually miss. I hate you, and I hate that you've practically ruined my senior year for me already. I know it's not completely your fault, but for the most part, it is. I want to let you know that the minute I have that diploma in my hands, I am out of here. I'm applying for summer jobs out of state, so hopefully, we'll never meet again. I hope you have long successful careers as sandwich makers at Jreck's Subs. Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;-janabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6548478240748689397?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6548478240748689397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6548478240748689397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6548478240748689397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6548478240748689397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-all-seniors-at-port-hs.html' title='Dear all seniors at The Port HS:'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8591666209010710389</id><published>2007-09-05T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:13:30.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok I was going to make a post about how I'm angry and list the things that suck about my &lt;i&gt;senior year of high school&lt;/i&gt;, but I'm lazy. I'm going to watch scrubs or america's next top model and listen to music and ignore things. because that is what will work for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8591666209010710389?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8591666209010710389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8591666209010710389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8591666209010710389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8591666209010710389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok-i-was-going-to-make-post-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4852499582567661390</id><published>2007-08-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:13:04.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am incredibly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, don't get me wrong, there are still things that supremely suck, but I'm not really thinking about that now, there'll be time later.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a thrill. The show went okay, but we had a total blast. There are people that also suck, but the number of people that don't suck is a lot bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have amazing friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is not a total waste. I'm a senior. Did I mention I have amazing friends? And amazing cast parties, and an amazing lack of respect for people who take themselves too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm incredibly happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4852499582567661390?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4852499582567661390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4852499582567661390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4852499582567661390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4852499582567661390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-incredibly-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1680259308324501719</id><published>2007-08-14T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:12:07.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My summer's getting better. I mean, obviously, France was incredible, but apart from that (and shopping), things have been kind of lame.&lt;br /&gt;But, getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw my (tentative) schedule, and it looks pretty awesome. Also, it's nice that if you bug the school enough, you can pretty much get your schedule whenever you want. haha, jk...kind of. Anyway, I only have that teacher I didn't really want for the second half of the year, so that's good. Maybe, I'll even have my  license by then, and with 1st period sucking m(totally taking advantage of the 15 allowed absences), and study halls 2nd and 9th, I'll only go to school from 10am-1:30pm. Score.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, that's assuming that a college actually accepts me. I really really do not want to start filling out applications. Early Action. So.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mall with The Bad Girl tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rehearsal's going well. I hate the stage manager, but whatever. People 5 months older than I am should not be ordering me around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;STAGE MANAGER (yelling): I am the nicest person in this room. I would hate to have to yell at all of you for leaving your garbage in the black box. But I will yell at you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ME (as she walked away): Your knockoff purse is ugly and your socks don't match.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hahaha...I'm funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. dinner then rehearsal. I am going to kick J.P.'s ass at Friends Trivia....oh, he has no idea what he's gotten himself into. Well...they tried to warn him:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1680259308324501719?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1680259308324501719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1680259308324501719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1680259308324501719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1680259308324501719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-summers-getting-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8049130027499372967</id><published>2007-08-12T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:11:01.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Bought Today</title><content type='html'>Yayyy! I had money. Now, not so much. I've been going insane with rehearsal, babysitting, French homework (over the summer?!), going to the movies/bowling/mini golfing out just about every night. And I'm in one of those moods that come every couple of months where I feel like I am going to die in this town. Since my next NY fix isn't for another month, something needed to be done. Something called DestinyUSA. Oh, yeah, they've started the renovations or whatever on the Carousel Mall, and within the next 6 years, it's going to be &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.destinyusa.com/"&gt;AMAZING&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -944px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, I would come back to central NY for it. So, back to shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://shop.pacsun.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10001&amp;amp;catalogId=10001&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;productId=60445&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=10002&amp;amp;categoryId=12704&amp;amp;pageNumber=1&amp;amp;sortBy=0"&gt;Boardshorts&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -944px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from PacSun. These aren't exactly them--mine are blue and green plaid on white. Anyway, they look cute over my black halter bathing suit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://shop.pacsun.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10001&amp;amp;catalogId=10001&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;productId=57474&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=10002&amp;amp;categoryId=25917&amp;amp;pageNumber=-1&amp;amp;sortBy=0"&gt;Tank top &lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -944px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from PacSun. In pink, which I'm not seeing on the site. 70% off. $3. Seriously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.oldnavy.com/browse/product.do?cid=34553&amp;amp;pid=507712&amp;amp;scid=507712082"&gt;Trapeze tee&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -944px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.oldnavy.com/browse/product.do?cid=34553&amp;amp;pid=507712&amp;amp;scid=507712082"&gt;Sweetheart tee&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -944px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, both in a really gorgeous dark purple, and a &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.oldnavy.com/browse/product.do?cid=34553&amp;amp;pid=507722&amp;amp;scid=507722012"&gt;Bell-sleeve trapeze top&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -944px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in grey, all from Old Navy. Love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.thebodyshop.com/bodyshop/browse/product_detail.jsp?productId=prod4010020&amp;amp;categoryId=cat20065"&gt;Body Butter&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -944px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.5.1/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from The Body Shop. I cannot live without this stuff. I bought a bunch of the minis for my locker and gym locker (ewww....school)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ok, I bought more, but I'm stopping now. It's my last chance for the big screen before R.V. and The Boston Kid come over and the three boys spend the night in front of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8049130027499372967?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8049130027499372967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8049130027499372967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8049130027499372967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8049130027499372967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-i-bought-today.html' title='What I Bought Today'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6747602627350865657</id><published>2007-08-01T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:09:51.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 completely random (and true) facts about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I chew gum just about every waking moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite color is purple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never seen "Titanic" all the way through&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate non-mechanic pencils (like, regular pencils)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have only seen 1 episode of American Idol, preferring instead to watch reruns of "The Nanny"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't think Johnny Depp is all that hot. He's actually a little creepy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;think I'm better than others because I've never read a Harry Potter book :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am angry that I was not alive for any of the original airings of &lt;i&gt;Dynasty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought three pair of shoes for prom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I legally &lt;strike&gt;changed&lt;/strike&gt; added on to my middle name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever a salesperson asks me for my name (like at Starbucks, or the dressing rooms at Old Navy), I give a fake name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't whistle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Clue" is my favorite movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know all the musical numbers from "Addams Family Values" (my second favorite movie)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It bothers me when people sing the wrong lyrics to songs and are convinced that they're right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends and I were once almost kicked out of Denny's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the most part, I love being in airports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd really like to never drive again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" is possibly the greatest book ever written&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6747602627350865657?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6747602627350865657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6747602627350865657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6747602627350865657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6747602627350865657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/20-completely-random-and-true-facts.html' title='20 completely random (and true) facts about me.'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-867172704530067026</id><published>2007-07-31T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:08:58.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Should Go To The Drive-In More Often</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; The Diver (and The Ginger, K.Sch., The Mallrat and her brother, The Genius, and D.P.) picked me up from rehearsal at Willard to go to the drive in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C.W. (and E.D. and M.G.) met us there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Simpsons Movie was awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C.W. and I totally called some things about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spider-pig, Spider-pig, does whatever a spider-pig does. Spin a web? No he can't, cause he's just a pig.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The "intermission" cartoon was amazing. For real.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone said "look at the moon" (or something to that effect), so C.W. and I (where was The Ginger???) harmonized the super-classy song from footloose. And laughed. a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We counted down 60 seconds when the nice entertaining cartoon told us there was ONE MINUTE UNTIL THE MOVIE!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live Free and Die Hard (or whatever, I've got nothing) was confusing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the 30 minutes I watched of it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we didn't stay for all of it (or any of The Silver Surfer thing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C.W. and I determined that Bruce Willis was really angry that his daughter had a jean jacket, because he TOTALLY wanted one. it was just inconsiderate of her. So he went on a rampage to find other jean jackets (True Fact: Jean jackets are harbingers of disaster.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-867172704530067026?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/867172704530067026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=867172704530067026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/867172704530067026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/867172704530067026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-i-should-go-to-drive-in-more-often.html' title='Why I Should Go To The Drive-In More Often'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-484112846457180319</id><published>2007-07-21T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:07:06.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's late and I'm sick</title><content type='html'>I'm tired and sniffly (cold, allergies, whatever. I've been gross all day). Here are the high points of the last few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (or 2 days ago, maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;BHV, ot BHT, or BVT, idk some giant department store had a ton of their Make Up Forever cosmetics half-off. So I got lip gloss for 9 euros. It made me sooo happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Louvre was pretty lame, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carnival next to Louvre was super fun. Giant ferris wheel, and giant cotton candy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And at the carnival? I totally saw Julia Louis-Dreyfus. I got my picture taken with her, and I was super jazzed, even though I'm sure I looked like a giant loser.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Today:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We chilled for a while and went to Versailles. It was sooo pretty. We rented a golf cart to see the gardens. Amazing. So was the hall of mirrors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For dinner we ate at a mexican restaurant (!) called La Perla. It made me laugh bc La Perla is also the name of a really famous NY (and I thought paris)  lingerie store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me+french pastry=true love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;k. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-484112846457180319?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/484112846457180319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=484112846457180319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/484112846457180319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/484112846457180319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-late-and-im-sick.html' title='It&apos;s late and I&apos;m sick'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1214903568243513208</id><published>2007-07-19T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:06:21.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>France Part 2 of ?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't really remember the last thing I wrote about, as my days are all messed up. So here's what we've done recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday we went to see the Eiffel Tower all lit up. It was really pretty! We were going to go up it, but there was a 4 HOUR LINE. So, no. We were going to go back this morning, but we all slept in, so we'll do it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;German MTV is hilarious. It has random shows in english, and some dubbed in German.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;French "Simpsons" is also funny. Mr Burns sounds like a little girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know if I wrote about our new hotel yet. We stayed at the one near Disney for 2 nights, then we went to the Hotel Muguet, which is in Paris. It's amazing! We have free internet, and The Bad Girl has hew own little room, it's totally cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;French Sephora angers me. Bourjois lipstick costs $14 at home, and it's 16 euros here (which is like $20ish US)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I heard the song "U+ Ur Hand" and that made me angry too....I thought I was escaping it when I left the US:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of American music. Which is usually fun, because I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are a lot of really awesome fresh fruit and chocolate stands near us on the Rue Cler. I fully approve.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Date my Mom" is on with German subtitles. It's freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think we're going to Montmartre today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;H.R. and Solene (the exchange student that came to NY last summer, and again this past winter) are in France too now. Actually, they're in the south of France now, but we'll get together after they get back on Sunday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;that's all for now. Oh, and S. I mailed your postcard today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1214903568243513208?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1214903568243513208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1214903568243513208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1214903568243513208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1214903568243513208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/france-part-2-of.html' title='France Part 2 of ?'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-2496671126128523858</id><published>2007-07-18T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:05:09.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>France....because I told Sara I would</title><content type='html'>Okay, S. told me to update this, but things are pretty crazy. Here goes. Bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got here with really no problem. We were delayed in Ro-chacha, but it ended up just being two hours less that we had to spend in Newark, which was good as we all know how I feel about New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flight there was fine. I guess they showed Astronaut Farmer and She's the Man, but we all mainly slept. (oh, yeah, and I read a really classy Jackie Collins book "Chances." Read it. Trashy novels are fun)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FYI: Baggage claim in Charles-DeGaulle is located in the inner circle of hell. Seriously, it was 4,000 degrees in there, and our luggage was like half an hour in coming off the carousel. It worked out okay though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first two days we stayed in a hotel near Disneyland Paris. It was pretty nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We all woke up at 2am, though we went to bed at 9pm. So we taught my mom how to play BS and went back to bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disney was really fun. Space Mountain here is ten million times better than the one in florida. So that was good. We went on a bunch of rides and saw the Fantillusion parade.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;More later....we only get one english channel in this hotel (with german subtitles), it's MTV and "Engaged and Underage" is on, and I want to see how it ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-2496671126128523858?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2496671126128523858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=2496671126128523858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2496671126128523858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2496671126128523858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/francebecause-i-told-sara-i-would.html' title='France....because I told Sara I would'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8914275190740640704</id><published>2007-06-18T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:55:52.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case anyone was wondering...</title><content type='html'>...I'm freaking out. I have 10,000 things to do and like 3 days to do it all. I have a Physics practice Regents (giant NY state test) tomorrow at 8am, US History Regents at 12pm, a final essay due for Women's Lit. on Wednesday, and a Physics Regents (please, God, let me get at least an 80) on Thursday. That's also the day The Relatives leave, so I will be able to breathe again. Ohhhhh, I need to do that paper. Oh, and I need to start getting ready for the trip to France, possibly buy plane tickets because I hate taking the train into the city (NY, not Paris, obviously), and do seriously one million other things. I'm freaking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8914275190740640704?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8914275190740640704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8914275190740640704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8914275190740640704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8914275190740640704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-case-anyone-was-wondering.html' title='In case anyone was wondering...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-7651274237034532400</id><published>2007-06-05T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:59:38.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Angry</title><content type='html'>1. The Diva made out with The Mallrat's date at afterprom. We've totally been phasing her out the last few days. She's been crying. I feel bad, but I think I have to take The Mallrat's side on this...oh, and I forgot to mention, I was holding The Diva's phone, and her almost-boyfriend called a bunch of times. I answered it once, said she'd call him back (she didn't), and then he left at least one voicemail....sooo. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I say stupid things and immediately regret them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Being stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last night, there was a meeting about next year's Quebec trip for school. I guess The Diva's mom threw a fit because she was worried that her daughter wouldn't get a good part in the play if she missed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one weekend &lt;/span&gt;of rehearsal. Today, The Good Girl freaked out over the same thing. It just made me angry. Later, The Genius tells us that the ELA teacher/producer said there wouldn't be a problem. 9th period, The Good Girl and I were waiting outside the Soc.Psych. room, and La Prof comes by and talks to us (but not really me). "I talked with ELA teacher, and she said there wouldn't be a problem. I was like, 'Are you sure? It's The Diva and The Good Girl,' but she said you would be just fine." wtf was that, right? Every time I think about the school musical, I get nauseous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-7651274237034532400?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7651274237034532400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=7651274237034532400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/7651274237034532400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/7651274237034532400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-that-make-me-angry.html' title='Things That Make Me Angry'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6182200541130010021</id><published>2007-05-30T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:03:34.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up until now things have been fine, temporarily...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so today was majorly sucky (root canal, physics homework, online class, freaking out about everything, etc), so I've decided to write about Friday, which was pretty awesome...wait, did I write about this already? Whatever. Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First period&lt;/b&gt;--French. 1/3 of the class was gone...we didn't really do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt;--Gym. 8 people. Dodgeball. I, as always, tried not to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third&lt;/b&gt;--Physics. No one was there. I hung out in the music room with the Music in Our Lives kids (ie L.M.). Oh, and I did the teacher's sudoku puzzles and apparently made her feel dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fourth&lt;/b&gt;--Precalc. Only class of the day for Seniors (did I mention it was senior day? And The Ginger didn't come to school), so we didn't do anything, so I once again went to the music room. Little (middle school) kids had music. They watched Grease. I was appalled that they didn't know what it was. One of them asked if it was based on a true story. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fifth&lt;/b&gt;--Chorus. Like 10 people. We rocked out. I love spending all my time in the music room. Nothing's ever really required of me there:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixth&lt;/b&gt;--Lunch. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seventh&lt;/b&gt;--APUSH. I honestly don't even remember doing anything...we prolly just talked about the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eighth&lt;/b&gt;--Spanish. La Catrina Dos. I haven't been paying attention. I just read the packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ninth&lt;/b&gt;--Social Psychology. Awesome. 6 juniors sitting around eating fudgesicles (it was S.J.'s 1/2 birthday...not that she came to school) and talking about 17 magazine, how everything relates to Grey's Anatomy, and the titles of the Lifetime Movies of our lives. I'll write them down with the folder stuff at the end of the year (8 more days of actual classes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenth&lt;/b&gt;--I think we stayed in the ELA room. It sounds about right. That or the music room. No, it was with ELA, because they got 4 new computers in the room and I changed the desktop pictures to Grey's Anatomy, Dynasty, Will &amp;amp; Grace, and The Office. He only kept the last one. The Dynasty one was pretty awesome, though. I'm really bummed I missed out on the '80s :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6182200541130010021?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6182200541130010021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6182200541130010021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6182200541130010021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6182200541130010021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/up-until-now-things-have-been-fine.html' title='Up until now things have been fine, temporarily...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-2931274630908915827</id><published>2007-05-21T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:32:03.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 9 days...</title><content type='html'>9  more days of school....! Seriously, it seems like this year has gone by pretty quickly, which can only mean that my senior year will last approximately three decades.&lt;br /&gt;We had election for NHS officers today. The Good Girl and The Geek ran for President. I nominated The Geek, he asked me too, and then The Ginger nominated The Good Girl. For VP, it was the blonde sophomore who was in French II with me last year (she's President of the Class of 2009), the girl I sit next to in French IV this year, and The Cheerleader dropped her nomination today. It was me v. The Boy for treasurer, and The Ginger v. The Diver for secretary. I voted The Geek (I felt bad, but I think he wants it more), the sophomore, me (Yes, I have no shame), and The Diver (again, I shouldn't have, but I would rather she win, even though I know she won't). Ok, that was long and pointless. I really have nothing to say, I just want summer to be here:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-2931274630908915827?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2931274630908915827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=2931274630908915827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2931274630908915827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2931274630908915827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-9-days.html' title='The last 9 days...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8457824353538330552</id><published>2007-05-17T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:01:47.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>As I was writing this title, I saw a little bug thing on my desk and freaked out, grabbed a tissue to squash it, and missed it. Now I am freaked out because I'm pretty sure the stupid little thing is hiding behind my dvd collection....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Today. College thing at HWS for the F-L Scholars. 10 from The Port. Only 4 of us went. (this may or may not be in complete sentences). AP review this morning, we picked The Good Girl up, blah blah AP, The Good Girl's mom was going to pick us up at 8:15, whatever. But we were supposed to have a lesson 1st period until the teacher totally ditched us. So, we told the french teacher we had a lesson and convinced the other music teacher to let me, The Good Girl, and The Ginger hide in the lessons room until it was time for us to leave. Good stuff. Pit Stop for coffee, Dane Cook singing the car alarm song, blah blah HWS. Pronounced "Napier" 14 different (incorrect) ways in front of admissions person, got split into different groups. Met for lunch. Filled out a card so HWS could contact us. J.O. goes to "Chuck Norris' School of Hard Knocks," his hobbies are roundhouse kicking, and his extracurricular activities are three hour naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, got the bug....ewwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then we decided that the campus tour was optional, and told the person that The Port didn't have a bus, but had to leave (yes, we were the only school that sent unchaperoned students...niiiice). We walked around campus for like 10 minutes, The Good Girl (living up to this moniker) freaked out every time we passed an actual tour group. The Ginger's mom came to get us. We assume J.O. got picked up after...hope he didn't go back to school lol. We convinced The Ginger's mom to take us to, well, first WalMart so The Ginger could buy cheap eyeshadow and fabric markers for softball senior recognition shirts (the markers, not the makeup). Then Ginger drove us from there to the outlet mall (HER MOM: "The light is yellow, turn. Turn!!! You're in the middle of the intersection!" THE GINGER: "I'M DRIVING!!!!!! I CAN DO IT!!!!!" good times). I bought her old navy flip flops, she and I got matching black babydoll dresses, The Good Girl got a cute sundress, then we tried to go underwear shopping, but I was the only one with money left. So after that we just went home. Well, I went home, they went to softball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 I tutored, at 5 I babysat (and the baby slept the whole time.....fabulous! 3 hours of tv:) Then I came home, watched The Office, talked to my aunt (while attempting to watch The Office), watched Grey's Anatomy and a tivoed Gilmore Girls, and now I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a pretty awesome day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8457824353538330552?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8457824353538330552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8457824353538330552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8457824353538330552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8457824353538330552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6240243157476924683</id><published>2007-05-15T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:58:10.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news, I may not make it to June 11th...</title><content type='html'>Sooooo...long time no. My computer crashed last night, and I lost all music, documents, websites saved, etc. It was traumatic, and it was like the 2nd time this has happened in the last year. But whatever. It's better, I'm getting over it, and I'll have a new computer by this time next year (for college sucka). That is, assuming I survive these last five weeks of school. Well, three weeks and random days of finals/regents. One math final, one physics final, one physics regents, and one us history regents (have I mentioned how much I hate America due to this class? seriously....it just angers me).&lt;br /&gt;    My aunt and cousin are coming on Friday because the cousin has a crew meet (game? what do you call a crew event?) in S-ville on Saturday. Visiting relatives puts my mom in cleaning mode, which is fun for no one. I "cleaned".....I vacuumed two rooms. That's good enough for me. And the French Club car wash is saturday, too. H.R., C.J., The Good Girl, and I are going out to breakfast before I think....oh, and I need to go to the mall to get some cute board short deal things to go with the purple french shirts.&lt;br /&gt;    OK, I have 5 minutes to finish this blog, or at least I'll come back to it later. It is the &lt;i&gt;series finale&lt;/i&gt; of Gilmore Girls. Am I as obsessed with it as I am with Will &amp;amp; Grace or Friends? No. Have I watched it from the beginning? No. Will I cry? Enh...probably not. I can make no promises. I do know that I am going to sit in a dark room and not talk to anyone for an hour while I mourn the passing of yet another one of my favorite tv shows. Seriously, they are dropping like flies. Alright. I'm off to go watch tv. I'll be back in an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6240243157476924683?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6240243157476924683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6240243157476924683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6240243157476924683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6240243157476924683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-other-news-i-may-not-make-it-to-june.html' title='In other news, I may not make it to June 11th...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-7963560954593643807</id><published>2007-05-05T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:56:35.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, this week. I was pretty sure it would never end. Luckily, I was able to talk my way out of a few classes:) Tuesday, The Brother had an orthodontist appointment (only 2 years with braces??? Lucky. I had to deal with 5 years of that crap....not that I'm bitter), so I convinced my mother to take me out of gym and instead drop me off in The 'Burn to buy Will &amp;amp; Grace Season 6 on DVD (the day it came out. I am so on). So that worked out wonderfully all around. Then we somehow convinced the French department at school that going to French before I took the Spanish SAT IIs would only confuse me, so I got out of gym on Thursday (for Spanish 5) and French on Friday (Spanish III). Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more important news, I AM DONE WITH THE SAT'S FOREVER!!!!! Are you impressed? One time taking the old test, four times with the new test, one Spanish, one Literature, one Math I, and I am finished forever. Like every girl in my grade took them today at the 'Burn High School, but The Good Girl, The Genius, and I were the only ones (of 10) taking the SAT IIs. And The Good Girl and I were literally the only people who stayed for three subjects. But I'm doooooone. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to see "Pirates of Penzance" by the private school kids aka The Star and The Dancer. I'm not going out after, though, because The Bad Girl's birthday was Thursday (exactly one week after mine, Happy Birthday Us), and her party's tonight. We opted for no presents for each other this year, saving our cash dollars for our big France trip instead. I'm really excited about EuroDisney, too. I should prolly teach her some French at some point...at least, "How much does this cost?" and "Do you have these shoes in a different size?", you know, the important stuff. Wow, this post is so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good tv night Thursday, not that that's related to anything that I was just talking about. The Office and Grey's Anatomy = love. Also, DVR = love, now that it's not broken anymore:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-7963560954593643807?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7963560954593643807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=7963560954593643807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/7963560954593643807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/7963560954593643807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4805652384412812622</id><published>2007-05-05T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:38:23.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week has been far too long.</title><content type='html'>So, this week. I was pretty sure it would never end. Luckily, I was able to talk my way out of a few classes:) Tuesday, The Brother had an orthodontist appointment (only 2 years with braces??? Lucky. I had to deal with 5 years of that crap....not that I'm bitter), so I convinced my mother to take me out of gym and instead drop me off in the 'Burn to buy Will &amp; Grace Season 6 on DVD (the day it came out. I am so on). So that worked out wonderfully all around. Then we somehow convinced the French department at school that going to French before I took the Spanish SAT IIs would only confuse me, so I got out of gym on Thursday (for Spanish 5) and French on Friday (Spanish III). Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In more important news, I AM DONE WITH THE SAT'S FOREVER!!!!! Are you impressed? One time taking the old test, four times with the new test, one Spanish, one Literature, one Math I, and I am finished forever. Like every girl in my grade took them today at the 'Burn High School, but The Good Girl, The Genius and I were the only ones (of 10) taking the SAT IIs. And The Good Girl and I were literally the only people who stayed for three subjects. But I'm doooooone. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tonight I'm going to see "Pirates of Penzance" by the private school kids. I'm not going out after, though, because The Bad Girl's birthday was Thursday (exactly one week after mine, Happy Birthday Us), and her party's tonight. We opted for no presents for each other this year, saving our cash dollars for our big France trip instead. I'm really excited about EuroDisney, too. I should prolly teach her some French at some point...at least, "How much does this cost?" and "Do you have these shoes in a different size?", you know, the important stuff.  Wow, this post is so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good tv night Thursday, not that that's related to anything that I was just talking about. The Office and Grey's Anatomy = love. Also, DVR = love, now that it's not broken anymore:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4805652384412812622?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4805652384412812622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4805652384412812622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4805652384412812622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4805652384412812622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-week-has-been-far-too-long.html' title='This week has been far too long.'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-3192922828329890371</id><published>2007-04-30T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:19:53.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cast of Characters</title><content type='html'>I should probably introduce my friends...or at least what they'll be known as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Brother&lt;/span&gt;-Uhm, duh, my brother. He's 16, he plays every sport he can, and rocks all of them. School's not his thing, but he's still pretty smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Parents&lt;/span&gt;-Again, pretty self-explanatory, my parents. My mom works in a school and my dad has a white-collar job in an office. They're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bad Girl&lt;/span&gt;-My best friend. We've known each other forever, to the point where we finish each others' sentences. She is also the one I call for advice when I want to hear what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; do. Hence the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Good Girl&lt;/span&gt;-This girl is amazing at everything. School, sports, chorus, band, she is incredible. We bond over tv shows. She's the one I call for actual advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Senior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Practically my twin (if I were two years older and blonde), she's my chorus buddy and my preferred partner in gossip. Oh, and did I mention we went to band camp together when we were little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boy&lt;/span&gt;-No, not boyfriend, but my best guy friend. He's also amazing--class president, lead in the school play, I won't be surprised if he wins prom king. Anyway, one of my very best friends, and the only one I would ever have a "crying contest" with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Geek&lt;/span&gt;- The Boy's sidekick. We're not actually friends, per se- we only get along if we're insulting each other. Good times, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mallrat&lt;/span&gt;-Seriously, she is at the mall more than I am. But I adore going shopping with her, because we can kick your ass at mallwalking. I've known her since we were 5, and stuck at an awkward birthday party together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Genius&lt;/span&gt;-I love her to death, but even though she is incredibly smart, she is a total perfectionist. She always has her hw done, but she actually has a social life. Oh, and she's hardcore vegan, which is cool. And honestly, vegan cake is not that bad (vegan frosting, however, is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boston Kid&lt;/span&gt;-Biiig fan of the Red Sox. He's The Brother's best friend, and together, they're Mutt and Jeff.  I've babysat for him and his siblings for the last 5 years or something, so they're kinda like family. Oh, and I taught his youngest brother how to say "Yankees"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 'Burn&lt;/span&gt;-Ok, this is a place, not a person. That would be a terrible thing to call a person, wouldn't it? It's the biggest town closest to out little suburb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Port&lt;/span&gt;-Where I live. Small town...kinda like Stars Hollow on Gilmore Girls. That is the best comparison I can make. We even have our own version of "Luke's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dancer&lt;/span&gt;-Private school kid. My age, can dance like woah. She is in summer kids shows with me. We crack each other up on stage...like anyone takes kids shows seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Star&lt;/span&gt;-Private school kid. She's four years younger than I am, but you would never know, except for how short she is:) She's crazy talented, and the only other kid in the area who has seen as many Broadway shows as I have--I call her from tkts and ask what I should see next....we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ginger&lt;/span&gt;-Duh, a redhead:) She's also supersmart but kinda ditzy. We sort of treat her like she's younger than we are, but she is crazy and a constant source of entertainment, so we love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Diver&lt;/span&gt;-She's a totally amazing diver; she made varsity in 7th grade...impressive, right? Anyway, she moved here in 6th grade, and we all kind of hated her at first (ok, we tried to get her kicked off of the basketball team...), but now she's fun! She goes to shows with The Mallrat all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Diva&lt;/span&gt;-One year younger than me. Well...she's a diva. Most of the time I love her. And I think that's about all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Laugher&lt;/span&gt;-I love this girl. She has the most contagious laugh ever, and laughs constantly. I've known her since 4th grade when we were in Girl Scouts together. She has the same crazy French/Spanish language schedule as I do, only she is better at speaking the languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Monotone&lt;/span&gt;-The Boy's other friend (even he says he only has 2 friends). He speaks in a very monotonous tone of voice, and...well, I'm not sure. We're really only friends through The Boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more to follow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-3192922828329890371?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3192922828329890371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=3192922828329890371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3192922828329890371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3192922828329890371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/cast-of-characters.html' title='The Cast of Characters'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6493850956131470285</id><published>2007-04-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:36:12.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for spring.</title><content type='html'>I love New York. I really do. In that cheesy, t-shirt wearing, state-fair attending, greatest city in the world kind of way. However, I'm not totally in love with the way that it snows most of the year. But I think today- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; - spring is here! It was nice, like 60ish out, no snow (!), and just made everyone happy. We had Physics outside (like we were going to get anything done anyway), which was nice. So I had a good day. I really have nothing to say. Oh, and The Good Girl and I just could not keep it together for anything. Starting in 1st period French, and ending with 9th period Social Psychology, we could not stop laughing. To the point where we were about to get sent out....so, yeah, a pretty good day:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6493850956131470285?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6493850956131470285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6493850956131470285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6493850956131470285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6493850956131470285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay-for-spring.html' title='Yay for spring.'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-2392354986185370500</id><published>2007-04-29T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:30:48.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The College Application Process, Part I of far, far too many</title><content type='html'>So everyone thinks that you don't have to really think about college until your senior year in high school. WRONG. It is intense. I guess you could say I've been looking at colleges since fifth grade, when I went to summer camp (Johns Hopkins Center for Talented Youth) at Mount Holyoke, and decided that was where I absolutely must &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; go to school. Well, I'm in 11th grade now, and poor Mt. Holyoke is out of the running.&lt;br /&gt;    But seriously, you should see how much junk I get from colleges. At the very least, I'm getting three brochures/letters a day. At the most, seven. It's unnatural. My favorite one was from the university of marine biology (or something) in Florida. In their letter, they mentioned how they know how I love working with animals (WRONG) and love the outdoors (EVEN MORE WRONG). It's gotten to the point where everything that's not from "The Chosen Six" gets thrown out.  Oh, so "The Chosen Six" are: Vassar, Yale, Amherst, Swarthmore, NYU, and Northwestern. My dad says if I go to Northwestern, he'll disown me. I'm pretty sure he's just kidding. And, yeah, the only reason I'm really applying there is because a bunch of my idols went there (Megan Mullally, Julia Louis Dreyfus, etc). I've never even looked at the campus. Hell, I've never even been to Chicago!&lt;br /&gt;    Ok. If I'm ever going to pass that AP text (I won't), I should write those essays (which I'll do in lunch tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-2392354986185370500?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2392354986185370500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=2392354986185370500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2392354986185370500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2392354986185370500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/college-application-process-part-i-of.html' title='The College Application Process, Part I of far, far too many'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-9008012950084634988</id><published>2007-04-26T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:52:38.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much better, thanks.</title><content type='html'>Tonight was great. Really. The Star and I hit up Forbidden Broadway, and it was just as funny as it was on Broadway. I liked the new Edith Piaf-C'est Magnifique-Les Mis deal ("Go smoke...some crack...'cause guess what's coming back la la la la....les miserablahhhh") And they had a whole mix of things from old shows that I'd only listened to, but never seen. So it was good. AND, I had like a actual nice10 minute conversation with J.T. If you had told me a few years ago that that would happened, I would've laughed. But we had fun, then we went to Applebee's for dessert. It was like deserted, and it still took them ages to bring us our food. Good times though. So, overall, a pretty good birthday:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-9008012950084634988?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9008012950084634988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=9008012950084634988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/9008012950084634988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/9008012950084634988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/much-better-thanks.html' title='Much better, thanks.'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8634188191212110538</id><published>2007-04-26T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:51:53.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sort of a disappointment...</title><content type='html'>So today was mostly a letdown. It's mainly my own fault for building it up for no apparent reason, but I think today was worse than...whatever, this post isn't making sense anymore. From the moment I walked into school, it was just stupid. The biggest disappoints were probably third period, when, ugh, it was like...angering. No one cared about the prism thing or whatever, and I didn't want to say anything about the concert because someone else was kind of monopolizing that whole area. Which....I shouldn't even be mad at her. I was like unnaturally excited about having a lesson today though-it's the only time I will ever have one today (unless she changes the lesson day, but I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; don't want Friday lessons). Oh, and fifth period was like majorly sucky. I honestly thought I was going to cry when I walked in and saw The Senior. She's like the only one of my friends I cry in front of, and by 5th I was about to just collapse. This is especially stupid because the only classes I even like are all in the first half of the day. The second half of the day, things kind of got better, but then The Senior drove me home and I got really stupid and emotional again.....I hope tonight's better. It can't really be worse.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized this sounds really self-pitying and all, and I really don't feel like that. It doesn't have anything to do with what day it is, today just pretty much sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8634188191212110538?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8634188191212110538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8634188191212110538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8634188191212110538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8634188191212110538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/sort-of-disappointment.html' title='Sort of a disappointment...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-5198783139717392581</id><published>2007-04-20T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:50:48.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So here's the deal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;After buying one pair, and then almost buying three more, I've finally picked out my shoes for prom. They're ones that I've had for like, months, but have never worn, because they have been hidden in the shoe mountain that is my closet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why am I cleaning? Because the "party" is tomorrow, and, yeah, the cleaning isn't going so well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was genuinely sad that Liz and Floyd kinda broke up on 30 Rock. &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; is sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention I found jewelry for prom too? Vintage. And diamond. Yay for the mother/grandmothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have an essay and a half to do for AP. I already told my parents they were done. They probably won't be done by Monday, so I'm thinking I'll just do them during lunch. Wow, my life is pathetic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On break my mom and I were going to drive all over New England to look at colleges, but we had snow, so we narrowed it down to Swarthmore and Vassar (to sit in on classes), but then when we were in PA, Swarthmore had no power (like, traffic lights were out), and in NJ roads were flooded, so we went to Swarthmore and called it quits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm hoping this week goes by pretty quickly. Hopefully we'll just do nothing Monday-Wednesday, big party day Thursday, and Field Trip/Rock-a-Thon Friday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wow, my desk is organized. It's scaring me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing else in my room is clean except for this desk and the top of my tall dresser. Everything else is possibly messier than it was when I started. Not that anyone cares.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention, school has stripped me of all creativity. But I'll write about that later. I am really tired for having done like nothing (except fake clean) today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-5198783139717392581?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5198783139717392581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=5198783139717392581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5198783139717392581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5198783139717392581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-heres-deal.html' title='So here&apos;s the deal...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8870427437254629261</id><published>2007-04-05T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:18:14.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Mallrat and S.R. left for Florida today. Jealous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid math quiz. Stupid boiler was stupid fixed stupid yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lab was...(wait for it)...&lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; today. I know, weird, right? Well, it was only fun because The Good Girl and I already had the lab done, so after The Boy and The Geek finished we all just sat around talking. And making fun of some disease that we are all far too immature not to make fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah. Then The Boy and I hit J.O. with our shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gym teacher is totally winning our Kiss The Cow fundraiser. By, like, a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really have nothing to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Rilo Kiley and I'm wicked upset that they don't have the shirt I want in my size.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's funny that I had to explain to the Social Studies teacher what Benetton was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gilmore Girls was finally new last night. "Rory's there?" "Damn." "What?" "Damn..straight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to go to the chorus concert tonight and I don't know what I'm wearing. So I should probably pick something out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8870427437254629261?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8870427437254629261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8870427437254629261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8870427437254629261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8870427437254629261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/mallrat-and-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-7439246509605081479</id><published>2007-03-29T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:15:32.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like I should write in this like, daily, but I really have nothing to say....sad</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty proud that I've successfully made cupcakes for OMWH Day tomorrow. I was gonna buy some, but we didn't have time to go to, so I actually baked, and, most importantly, didn't burn a batch of cupcakes. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep lunch table thought for the day:&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone realize that the Pussycat Dolls are basically strippers that think they can sing? That "Beep" song is dirty, and N.W. is the only person on the face of the earth who likes it. Dirty bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-7439246509605081479?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7439246509605081479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=7439246509605081479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/7439246509605081479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/7439246509605081479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-like-i-should-write-in-this-like.html' title='I feel like I should write in this like, daily, but I really have nothing to say....sad'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4925279721594046702</id><published>2007-03-25T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:49:22.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawnnnnnnnnnn</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, The Senior and I got up at 3am to leave for Liverpool at 4:30am to get the bus to NYC at 5:30am. Thrilling. Long bus ride. It was like all old people, The Most Annoying Family You Will Ever Meet, and us. They played Ice Age 2. The Senior slept and I listened to "The Boy's Good Mix" about eighty times. Oh, I forgot to say that Friday was Sr. High All-County Band, and after they got back, C.W. took me and The Laugher to Thrifty Shopper/Marshalls/Salvation Army (it was closed) to find a prom dress. She was mostly joking. Then we hit the talent show (after intermission = free entrance lol), where The Senior, The Diva, the Freshman, and the yodeling lady were awesome. Oh, right, my point was that sometime between the talent show and Saturday morning I developed a cold. Fun. So I was like disgusting. Anyway, we got to the city. Walked from Macy's to Times Square, hit the big M&amp;amp;M store, Colony, then walked up to Rockefeller Center for lunch at that soup place. We then went up to the fashion district and annoyed every Sales Associate we met, except one. We got makeovers at Bergdorf Goodman's (my favorite place in the whole world. No lie.) at the Jemma Kidd counter. I got a lip gloss. It's good. Oh, I forgot to say we went to Sephora in Times Square. Whatever, I'm tired. In no particular order, we also went to Hard Rock (just for fries lol), Sephora on 34th (Paula Dorf stuff was half off, so I spent the rest of my money on that and a copy of InStyle with an article about Debra Messing's favorite things), and walked around Macy's for like 3 hours. Good times. Oh, and lots of Starbucks, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;    We got home at like 3amish this morning, and I woke up at like 12:40pmish this afternoon. I had a voicemail from C.W. telling me that everyone was meeting at WalMart at 2:30 for the movie (Ninja Turtles, duh). I met everyone at the theater at 3 for the movie, which was actually not as exciting as we had hoped it would be. Donatello, the best one, hardly even had a part. Bummer. Then we went to Applebee's and I annoyed the waitress when she didn't give me the correct change. She was being kinda rude, and walking me though the receipt, and then she realized she was wrong, and was just like, "Whatever. Here." Not really, but you get the picture:) Then I got a ride home with The Boy, who drove really slowly because J.P. was behind him. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;    Awesome, awesome weekend. Still sickly, but very awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4925279721594046702?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4925279721594046702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4925279721594046702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4925279721594046702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4925279721594046702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/yawnnnnnnnnnn.html' title='Yawnnnnnnnnnn'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1896342438186447006</id><published>2007-03-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:13:24.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I've done the last few days instead of writing this or French essays or math notes or anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, we had the play. Then the play was over, I caught whatever The Sendior had, and was really sick, missed a few days of school, and almost failed a math test today. So, ya know, I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't really have much to say. And I'm lazy (shocker), so I'm bulleting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a French project to do. Ick. I have to write down everything I eat/drink for a week. Sadly, most of the foods I eat don't translate. Apparently sushi, hummus, and tootsie roll pops are not common French foods.  Who knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's sad how I made a really long gift registry at Sephora for my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got the Mutual of Omaha joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! The Boy and I kicked butt at swing dancing in gym class. It was funny, because everyone knows I suck at all sports, but dancing's not really a sport, so whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See, I thought I was gonna be able to write a really interesting thing here, but I can't. I just went to The Brother's basketball game, and now everyone's watching the college basketball game out in the living room. Blah. I'm not crazy about sports. (Which is repetitive. And redundant:) I'm lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We got the DVDs of Footloose yesterday, and I look like a total dork. Luckily, the sound quality is so bad on the DVD, you don't really focus on how terrible 80s fashion is/was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know people who think they're your friends for no apparent reason? People like that kind of bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, okay, I know something funny that happened! The Senior and I went to Parker's Wednesday night, at like 9. So, we were talking and she's like "Sigh. I wish, *sigh*, uh, I wish...."  And I'm like "What? What's wrong?" And she goes: "I wish I knew how big the quesadillas were." So we both found that really funny for some reason, and then the waiter comes over, and her was kind of cute, and checking The Senior out, because, hello, she looks 22, and he asks what's so funny, and we say the quesadillas, and I think that scared him off. So we finished eating and talking about people we hate, and then we walked to Wegman's at like 10ish. And we just walked around there for like ten minutes doing nothing. Anyway, it was really funny. I guess it was only funny if you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really have no life. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm mailing S. a dollar tomorrow, along with a dull note I wrote in study hall. Seriously, who makes a study hall with only four people in it, especially when two of them never show up? I'm gonna stop showing up! Not like anyone'll notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail the Science Regents. And maybe the Spanish regents, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dilemma: If you heard your friend's mom telling someone (a teacher) about your friend's love life, would you warn them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I watched "The Pact" It was pretty good for a Lifetime movie. Okay, I really liked it, alright? And then I summarized it for The Good Girl in janabelle's Movie Summaries. They're fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1896342438186447006?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1896342438186447006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1896342438186447006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1896342438186447006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1896342438186447006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/stuff-ive-done-last-few-days-instead-of.html' title='Stuff I&apos;ve done the last few days instead of writing this or French essays or math notes or anything'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6251018917425067839</id><published>2007-03-15T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:47:15.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March...ness</title><content type='html'>So...it's March. The play's over. It went fairly well. The numerous and unofficial cast parties helped offset the lameness of the show. I must say, however, that our cast (minus one person) got along exceptionally well. We all hit applebee's/denny's/walmart/C.M.'s house together multiple times. Good stuff. The party finally ended on Sunday night, when J.E., The Boy, A.S., The Ginger, The Senior, M.R., and I decided that it was maybe time to stop watching disney movies, taking random pictures, drawing tattoos, and go home. Good stuff. Oh, and The Senior and I sang "My Strongest Suit" for the last time before a show, as per our tradition. I'll cry next year. Like, way, wayyyy too much. So she's coming backstage and singing before the show. It's been decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my internet has been stupid (no service at all except the one in the living room) for like 2 weeks, which is why I never post. It'll get fixed the 22nd, when our DVR returns...YAY!!! But I'm actually pretty busy. Full weekends and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This weekend--The Mallrat's birthday. I'll get her an eyeshadow in ny from sephora :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next Weekend--talent show on friday. I was just going to be a tambourine girl for S.D.'s band, but the organizer is apparently desperate for more people to sign up, so The Diva and I are going to sing something. We'll figure if out tomorrow. Maybe. Then on Sat, at 3am, The Senior and I are driving to Liverpool, and from there going to ny for the day. yay us. yay shopping (new tiffany's bracelet, always more sephora makeup, dozens of magnolia's cucakes:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weekend after that--cast reunion (like we never see each other). Ninja turtles movie. Bandanas and are not optional. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, it is tv. Hello, it's Thursday. And, I think I may have the house to myself, since The Brother's band is playing at the S., and they need rides. Which is cool. yay them. AND yay me:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6251018917425067839?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6251018917425067839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6251018917425067839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6251018917425067839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6251018917425067839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/marchness.html' title='March...ness'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1470700933734905805</id><published>2007-03-12T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:10:29.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This beats cleaning my room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;8ish ( but I didn't go to bed until 3am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls?&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds, always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;The Pink Panther on Valentine's Day with The Good Girl, The Bad Girl, and The Diva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;SNL or Friends or Will &amp;amp; Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you have for breakfast this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Italian pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's your favorite cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What foods do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;steak, broccoli, cauliflower, liver, tuna salad, there are lots more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite chip flavor?&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat potato chips anymore...I guess tortilla chips? But that's not really a flavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's your favorite CD at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really liking anything by Jim Boggia (Fidelity is the Enemy), but I will always love Phantom Planet and Fountains of Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;I will drive a PT cruiser come April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;pbj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What characteristics do you despise?&lt;br /&gt;pompousness, lateness, backstabbing-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite item of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;tshirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;idk...maybe Italy? Or Ohio to see my awesome friend S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What color is your bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;The upstairs one is pale yellow. The downstairs one is white and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite brand of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;AE, probably...PacSun for jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where would you retire to?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite time of the day?&lt;br /&gt;Late at night in the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was your most memorable birthday?&lt;br /&gt;My 13. I had rehearsal, where we all had donuts, I took 2nd place in the spelling bee, and then I spent the night at K.L.'s house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite sport to watch?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really watch sports...if I had to say, I guess basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who do you least expect to send this back to you:&lt;br /&gt;It's not really being sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Person you expect to send it back first:&lt;br /&gt;see #22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What fabric detergent do you use?&lt;br /&gt;The question is, which detergent do my parents (the people who do the laundry) do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Were you named after anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Someone my mom went to college with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. Well, technically really really early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you were another person, would YOU be friends&lt;br /&gt;with you?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you a daredevil?&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do looks matter?&lt;br /&gt;no way. But, hey, don't, like, not shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How do you release anger?&lt;br /&gt;listen to music, cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where is your second home?&lt;br /&gt;rehearsal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What were your favorite toys as a child?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know. Maybe my American Girl dolls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What class in High School was totally useless?&lt;br /&gt;Biology/Earth Science. I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you use sarcasm a lot?&lt;br /&gt;uh, yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle, Grease (and the sequel is hilariously bad), Romy &amp;amp; Michele's High School Reunion, Casablanca...lots more. I'm a movie-aholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What are your nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Janica, Dammit Janet, Jane, "dammit woman" (to The Boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you think that you are strong?&lt;br /&gt;physically--no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What's your favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;um, twist? I'm not really an Ice cream person. I like sorbets or gelatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What are your favorite colors?&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Who do you miss the most?&lt;br /&gt;uh....idunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you want everyone you sent this to send it Back?&lt;br /&gt;cha...whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What color pants are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;the Dane Cook thing The Senior has on her myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;a mini easter tootsie roll pop..it was grape, but I survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. If you were a crayon what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;wtf? Seeing as that will probably never happen, I'll just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...The Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;how funny they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite Drink?&lt;br /&gt;diet root beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Favorite Day(s) of the Year?&lt;br /&gt;the first 2 weeks in december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Scary Movies or Happy Endings?&lt;br /&gt;happy endings (sundaes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;summer...only because I don't have to walk home from school in snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Hugs OR Kisses?&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What Is Your Favorite Dessert?&lt;br /&gt;ummm...I gave up chocolate for Lent and this question is taunting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What Book(s)Are You Reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live From New York&lt;/em&gt; (and, as always &lt;em&gt;The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What's On Your Mouse Pad?&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. What Did You Watch Last night on TV?&lt;br /&gt;we had the SU game on during the play, and then when I got home (around 1ish), I watched the SNL I had tivo-d before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. What are your favorite Smells?&lt;br /&gt;Black for Her by Kenneth Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Rolling Stones or Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;Beatles, no question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What's the furthest you've been from home?&lt;br /&gt;uhm...Mexico, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been warned, I'm gonna do a lot of these. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1470700933734905805?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1470700933734905805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1470700933734905805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1470700933734905805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1470700933734905805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-beats-cleaning-my-room.html' title='This beats cleaning my room'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-2586232055229283058</id><published>2007-03-11T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:45:09.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite all odds, today didn't totally suck...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so SATs this morning. The Genuis picked me up at 6:45, and her dad took us and E.M. to the high school. There were wayyy too many people there. E.M. and I were in the same room, but The Genuis wasn't--it was by last name, so apparently there were a lot of McSomethings. (not McDreamy-s or McSteamy-s). The test was alright. It's my 4th or 5th time (I seriously lost count), so I honestly didn't try that hard. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home, watched a What Not to Wear marathon (for 2 episodes) until 4. Got ready, showed up for call at 5. The play went surprisingly well. The Mallrat and I played Disney Princess Uno (Three words: indian. fighting. tactics. or slap. a. ho.), The Bad Girl stressed, The Good Girl stressed but did awesome, I did the cool kids' makeup. The Good Girl's sister has been named my apprentice, and will inherit the train case when I graduate. S.W. saw the show and brought me flowers..she said it was good, and I believe her, so. Then, The Good Girl's parents let her (gasp) go out with us. We all hit applebees (seriously, almost everyone), The Senior beat up S.D. with her car keys in the parking lot, The Good Girl rebelled further by going to wal*mart for 15 minutes, then we went home. Oh, and the prom situation has been solved. The Senior is going with me, C.W. is going with The Good Girl, E.D. is going with M.M., and that will be sooo fun. The Laugher's still taking J.E., but I don't think he wants to be in the limo. The Bad Girl is in trouble, she needs to figure things out. And I need to take these Crest White Strips off and go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-2586232055229283058?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2586232055229283058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=2586232055229283058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2586232055229283058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2586232055229283058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/despite-all-odds-today-didnt-totally.html' title='Despite all odds, today didn&apos;t totally suck...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-3822478375503116473</id><published>2007-03-06T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:41:48.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No School...</title><content type='html'>and I almost kind of wish there was. Since this is like our 6th snow day, I think we're going to have to go to school next Friday, which we were supposed to have off. Also, things are crazy with the play. They canceled all after-school activities yesterday, and The Good Girl had a mini-breakdown that there was no rehearsal, even though she has nothing to worry about. She's amazing as the lead, and she knows all her lines and everything. I wish I could say that for everyone, but...whatever. We were supposed to practice from 4-9:30 tonight, which would have been just gross. Oh, and I haven't posted in forever, but A.B. did something totally nice last week--C.M. has been the understudy for the brides, and learned everything for it, and then she wasn't even going to be able to be in the show as a senior, so A.B. gave C.M. her part for the last night. So A.B. will be Liza on Friday, and C.M. will be Liza on Saturday for senior recognition and everything. I've decided that next year, I would rather not participate in Senior Rec at all than give people I hate flowers. So, I get the music director or choreographer, or I let The Ginger do it. I cannot think of one nice thing to say about.....whatever, hopefully we'll get a new director next year anyway. So, obviously, things have been v. stressful and crazy, and on top of it all, I have to take the SAT's before the play on Saturday, which means that I probably won't be able to go out on Friday. Which is just stupid. I figure, I've taken them 4 times already, what's one more?  My last score wasn't terrible, and I honestly don't think I'll be accepted to Yale anyway. I'm not being pessimistic, or angry, or anything, just lethargic. I need to do something!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-3822478375503116473?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3822478375503116473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=3822478375503116473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3822478375503116473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3822478375503116473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-school.html' title='No School...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1059587718199773673</id><published>2007-02-28T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:40:06.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff from the last few weeks because I have no time to post because the play has become my life,</title><content type='html'>which is depressing because I hate the play, ergo I hate my life. I don't really, I just hate a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, rehearsal = lame. Our director should get his act together, quite honestly, and figure out what is going on. I don't want to do South Pacific next year. We just did a Rodgers+Hammerstein-esque show. My vote goes to 42nd Street. Yay Maggie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Boy had on a shirt today that said "Kicking brass and taking names" with a picture of kids playing the trumpet on it. It was, as they say, the shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to do insane amounts of physics extra credit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;End of 5 weeks. 15 more go. Then 40 more. So, 55 more weeks to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;55 weeks, two regents, one AP test, and one college english course to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have three weeks to find a prom date, as I do not want to bring a 20 year old who really probably doesn't want to hang out with a bunch of 17 year olds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also shoes, I need shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I need to do the summary for my AP project, which is due tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;omg, the other day in chorus 5B, I laughed so hard I almost died. No lie. The teacher decided to read us the lyrics to Pippin's "Corner of the Sky" so that we could fully understand them. It went kind of like this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    Teacher: This prince didn't know what to do. He didn't fit in anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;    The Good Girl: Even in the snow!?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;   ...&lt;br /&gt;    Teacher: "Cats fit on the windowsill," ok, that's true. That's fact.&lt;br /&gt;    The Senior: yeah, I've seen it.   &lt;br /&gt;    C.W.: Not if it's a really fat cat. It should be "some cats fit on some windowsills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, C.W. made an "F" out of a heart shaped pretzel, and pointed at people. This means "Pretzel you!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have the best text message conversations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;C.W:No&lt;br /&gt;ME: You scumbag! I just paid 10 cents for you to tell me you wouldnt stop stalking me!&lt;br /&gt;C.W.:?what?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;C.W.: Where's my song ho bag?&lt;br /&gt;ME: I was going to sing to you until you called me a ho bag! I think youre the ho bag.&lt;br /&gt;C.W.:Poop on your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In other news, we are four years old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should really do that AP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1059587718199773673?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1059587718199773673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1059587718199773673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1059587718199773673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1059587718199773673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/stuff-from-last-few-weeks-because-i.html' title='Stuff from the last few weeks because I have no time to post because the play has become my life,'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1608174906710887016</id><published>2007-02-09T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:37:58.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can still hear "Grito, Senor" ringing in my ears. It is not pleasant.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today I only had to go to school for four periods because I had area all state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First Period--Chapter 3 of "Chemins Dangereux" which I barely understand, and I understand less when the French people go to Mexico to smuggle Mayan artifacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gym--Lame. At least I'm better at basketball than I am at volleyball. Mainly because I'm tall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third Period--Physics test. Ew. Physics is killing me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FourthPeriod--Math. Ha. I left early and went to Music Theory, where they were sitting eating Chex Mix. The Geek and I explained our complex relationship to everyone (we can only spend time together if we are absolutely horrible to each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As I was walking out to the bus, they called my name over the announcements with like 40 other people. I think it was for top 10. So, um, I guess 39 other people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bus ride. Will &amp;amp; Grace. Yay. BS. Yay. Sharing a seat with The Diva who cannot sit still if her life depended on it. Not really yay, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hours of singing. 1:00-4:30. Draw your own conclusion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner. Not terrible. Good coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Count of Monte Cristo sign!!!! Called S.W., who didn't recognize my number because of my new phone. Good times, though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; hours of singing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;THE DIVA: I have to go to the bathroom. Come with me.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Fine. Senior, call me if you guys leave the auditorium before we get back.&lt;br /&gt;THE SENIOR: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten minutes later, &lt;/b&gt;The Diva and I walk into the auditorium and they're gone. We find J.P. and W waiting for us by the frozen bridge.&lt;br /&gt;ME, on the phone to The Senior: You and me, we're through.&lt;br /&gt;THE SENIOR: Ohhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I heart her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bus ride home. Best part.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The songs we rocked out on the way home:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Build Me Up, Buttercup&lt;br /&gt;Baby, It's Cold Outside&lt;br /&gt;It Had to be You&lt;br /&gt;You're So Vain&lt;br /&gt;Mickey&lt;br /&gt;Don't Stop Believin'&lt;br /&gt;We Are the Champions&lt;br /&gt;We Will Rock You&lt;br /&gt;My Girl&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be&lt;br /&gt;and lots more I can't remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course, courtesy of S.D., Big Balls.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It makes me terribly sad that S.D., The Senior, C.W., and M.B. won't be here next year. Like, to an unhealthy extent. And I'll be responsible for the songs. I'll let The Diva help because she's cool, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ew, I'm going to be a senior at the Alls next year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1608174906710887016?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1608174906710887016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1608174906710887016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1608174906710887016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1608174906710887016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-can-still-hear-grito-senor-ringing-in.html' title='I can still hear &quot;Grito, Senor&quot; ringing in my ears. It is not pleasant.'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6427813419197593649</id><published>2007-01-31T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:33:41.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I cannot get it together</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, I haven't written in forever. Here's the summary of the randomness, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;NYC was fun. I don't remember if I wrote about it yet or not, but I think all the pictures are up on facebook and photobucket, so....I don't know, check them out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch yesterday (ie last tuesday, when I started this post) was insanely fun. The Geek wants to go to "Kansas City," after he was rejected by "Santa Monica" (now "Southern Washington"....also, Kansas City is trying to get rid of....Juan Puerto Rico (The Boy: "Is that even a place?")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As of right now, The Good Girl knows she is Kansas City because The Geek like stalked her at the semi-formal. Kinda deja-vu of last year with me and someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Semi was pretty fun. I was miserable all day saturday, due in part to fabulous rehearsal. I sat there for three hours. I couldn't get my hair done (and my attempt to do it myself was laughable..I would've laughed has I not been so miserable) because my salo closes at three and guess when rehearsal ended??? 3!!! So, whatever. I remember talking with The Bad Girl, S.D., and A.V. about orphans, and making fun of them or something. Oh, I was going to write a book on how to hurt an orphans feelings. Yes, that was it. So I went home and was depressed. Went to The Mallrat's house before Semi, felt stupid. I was really really glad that Z.W. didn't come because I truly hate him. Then we all went to the dance. It was okay. the Sendior was supposed to do the refreshment table with C.M. and me in the beginning, but she threw up on the way to C.M.'s house, so she came like an hour late, and then I felt bad. Overall, though, I had fun. Then we went back to The Mallrat's house and had fun. Then K.Sch. came and brought drama. She, S.R., and The Mallrat were insanely loud, so they went upstairs, The Diver and The Ginger slept, and The Good Girl and I did the drunk/sleepy talking thing (where you're so tired that you don't think about the words that are coming out of your mouth, and you occasionally regret things in the morning, hence the drunkness...no actual alcohol (which we talked about too, but whatever)). Then I went home at 9am before everybody else got up to "hit the mall." Good times. Wow, that was long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday we had a snow day. Yay. My mom went in to school for a few hours and I was her secretary. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday was lame. I am sick. I did no homework at all over the weekend, so I desperately tried to do it between classes and during lunch and it actually worked. Yay me. Also got report cards. My gpa was considerably better than last time, except for the fact that physics is kicking me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today. I am disgustingly sick. I went to school to take a physics quiz which got moved to tomorrow. I stayed until lunch when my mom picked me up. I came home, started to watch will &amp;amp; grace and then fell asleep on the couch for almost two hours, and woke up when the fed-ex guy rang the doorbell. new cell phones, yay! I got a red razor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6427813419197593649?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6427813419197593649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6427813419197593649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6427813419197593649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6427813419197593649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/wow-i-cannot-get-it-together.html' title='Wow, I cannot get it together'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1082436059349386529</id><published>2007-01-20T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:30:07.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>1-Woke up to blueberry pancakes. yay.&lt;br /&gt;2-Rehearsal cancelled. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;    2.5- Side Note (Am I still in the play?!?!?! wtf? ONE rehearsal....whatever, I'm fairly over it now.)&lt;br /&gt;3-Bus ride to French restaurant. Boo. Too many little kids, too much getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;4-French restaurant. I guess yay. Food was alright, people were not terrible. No coffee/starbucks. Boo. But that's no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;5-Bus ride home. Interesting. M.E. and I ranted about our lame school and worried about colleges. Pretty much similar to study hall 9B.&lt;br /&gt;6-Procrastination. Yay, always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1082436059349386529?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1082436059349386529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1082436059349386529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1082436059349386529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1082436059349386529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-3350031764983005836</id><published>2007-01-16T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:29:11.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;4 jobs I've had&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Babysitting, Tutoring, Shelving books for the school district, andddd...that's it. Well, I'm on the YAC for Do Something, but I mostly get paid in benefits:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 movies I'd watch over and over:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchorman&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;br /&gt;Clue&lt;br /&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 places I've lived, apart from where I live now&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, L. Street. Same town, about six blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 TV shows I love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Will &amp;amp; Grace&lt;br /&gt;SNL&lt;br /&gt;The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 places I've been on holiday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida&lt;br /&gt;Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Vermont&lt;br /&gt;Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 websites I visit daily:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty Addict&lt;br /&gt;Go Fug Yourself&lt;br /&gt;Blogdorf Goodman&lt;br /&gt;Delush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 favorite foods:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polish dumplings&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's French Fries&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla cupcakes with chocolate frosting from the Magnolia Bakery&lt;br /&gt;Perecca's bread with Lemon Italian ice (all of these are totally unhealthy and oddly specific)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 places I'd rather be right now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;Sephora&lt;br /&gt;NYC&lt;br /&gt;At the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 books I enjoy re-reading:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood&lt;br /&gt;Ten Little Indians/And Then There Were None&lt;br /&gt;Lolita&lt;br /&gt;Earth to Matthew (ha...I'm 10!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 CDs that never leave my rotation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe in Sound by Jim Boggia&lt;br /&gt;Big As a Berry by the Supreme Music Program&lt;br /&gt;any one of my many soundtracks to Grease (musical, movie, new cast recording, etc:)&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Interstate Managers by Fountains of Wayne (actually, any of their cds)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-3350031764983005836?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3350031764983005836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=3350031764983005836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3350031764983005836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3350031764983005836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/4-jobs-ive-had-babysitting-tutoring.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4085239893687337515</id><published>2007-01-11T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:27:30.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What else would it be?</title><content type='html'>Today was alright. Lesson 8th, funnish.&lt;br /&gt;Then The Senior said something 10th. Well, she kinda ranted.&lt;br /&gt;She's awesome. I speak vicariously through her rants....or something. Anyway, she said stuff I wouldn't have been brave enough to say. Really. I heart her. Long story...I'm mostly over it. Enh...I think there's gonna be a tragic/angry ending to this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4085239893687337515?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4085239893687337515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4085239893687337515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4085239893687337515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4085239893687337515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-else-would-it-be.html' title='What else would it be?'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-5616338712067725435</id><published>2007-01-04T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:26:29.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Despite all odds, the play might not totally suck this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NYC next weekend with The Mallrat, The Bad Girl, and The Bad Girl's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New episode of The Office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not failing APUSH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or French&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or Physics, as far as I know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got some sweet cds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Belated Whatever!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-5616338712067725435?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5616338712067725435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=5616338712067725435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5616338712067725435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5616338712067725435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-im-happy.html' title='Why I&apos;m Happy'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1355316256360038691</id><published>2006-12-21T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:31:39.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Yay-I left school at 1:30 today.&lt;br /&gt;Boo-The cast list comes out at 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;Yay-I had a chorus lesson with a huge party third period.&lt;br /&gt;Boo-I should not have eaten that delicious donut.&lt;br /&gt;Yay-Florida.&lt;br /&gt;Boo-Lots of tests.&lt;br /&gt;Yay-We didn't do like anything for most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Boo-Social Studies Midterm.&lt;br /&gt;Yay-I think I actually did pretty well due to the chorus study group of me, The Ginger, and The Good Girl&lt;br /&gt;Boo-My SAT scores were kind of lame.&lt;br /&gt;Yay-Except for reading.&lt;br /&gt;Boo-Seriously, did I mention the &lt;i&gt;2:30 Thursday&lt;/i&gt; cast list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1355316256360038691?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1355316256360038691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1355316256360038691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1355316256360038691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1355316256360038691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1018528023985595072</id><published>2006-12-11T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:14:06.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auditions</title><content type='html'>Auditions tonight. I think I did okay. I mean, I think it went well. New piano player. The Senior got yelled at. We (I) got really snarky really quickly. Enh. Everything was fine, I guess. We may have kind of overreacted. Whatever.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1018528023985595072?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1018528023985595072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1018528023985595072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1018528023985595072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1018528023985595072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/12/auditions.html' title='Auditions'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-2355345220144448064</id><published>2006-12-08T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:13:31.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bugsy Malone was totally cute. The show. Cute. I apologized to my mom for making her sit through probably a few too many of my own junior shows. It can be painful at times. You'd think some people (cough) would've learned their lessons. This makes no sense. I don't care. There were a lot of people I hate there. Lots of cool people, but then mean people who are suddenly everywhere. I can no longer form coherent sentences. We went to the rest of the girls varsity bball game after (we totally won), and the vice president of total assholes was there. I hate him, and it made me angry. Whatever. The Good Girl and I had fun making fun of sports/bad clothing choices/weirdness. Oh, and the programs for the show were amazing. Newspaper-like. Def a bazillion times better than the lame ones the high school gets. I don't want to audition on monday and tuesday. It's by freaking last names (girls and boys separate), so all my friends are in the second group (a-m, n-z) and I'm alone with pretty much just freshmen in the first. I'm going to try to switch groups. I hate lameness. OTC should be fun tomorrow. Cold, though. Lots of snow today. My mom's school had a one hour delay, but apparently being 15 minutes away means that we DON'T get a delay, which is just dumb. Alright. Tired. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-2355345220144448064?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2355345220144448064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=2355345220144448064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2355345220144448064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/2355345220144448064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/12/bugsy-malone-was-totally-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4307602044336452955</id><published>2006-12-01T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:23:59.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;An 18 year old girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;More importantly, an 18 year old who doesn't really like to drive all that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A college freshman&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm really sarcastic.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm a New Yorker&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Not like a city kid, but a suburbs one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A total Sephora addict (and shoes and shopping in general)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Despite the fact that I don't technically have a steady job&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm a pretty good student, advanced classes and all&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;But that doesn't mean I'm a total nerd&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I love tv, music, movies--I'm a total pop culture junkie&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Friends/Will &amp;amp; Grace/The Office/SNL/etc&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Though I wasn't technically alive for any of the 1980s, I Love the 80s is still a really great show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I listen to a random mix of music, mostly alterna-pop&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Rilo Kiley/Phantom Planet/No Doubt/Fountains of Wayne/etc&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;No country, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I also listen to a lot of show tunes&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I've seen 20 or so Broadway shows&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;And counting&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I love to sing/dance/act&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;But I'm not one of those annoying showbiz kids, and my parents are so not stage-parents&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I know I'm only mediocre at best:)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm majoring in Industrial Psych.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I go to Hofstra University Honors College&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Did I mention I love movies? I'll watch just about anything.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Except war movies.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;And anything having to do with sports. Except basketball. And maybe baseball.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm so not athletic. Dance and swimming are the only things I don't totally suck at.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I love to travel.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sometimes I like the trip itself rather than the vacation.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;On my perfect vacation, it would rain the whole time.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;That way I wouldn't have to sightsee or anything, and I could just shop or read or watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I've only been to three other countries (Canada, Mexico, and France)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I speak Spanish and French&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I tend to over-think things&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I only sing in the shower when no one's home&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I try not to be a "mean girl"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm not really mean, just gossipy &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My friends are awesome.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;So is my family (mom, dad, 16 year old brother)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I feel like high school was waaay too long&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;But I'm terrified about the future.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm liberal.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm also pro-choice.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sorry if that offends you, but I'm not going to get into an argument over it.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I hate chipped nail polish.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Lip gloss makes everything better.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm not as superficial as I sound&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I think that everyone needs a mental health day every once in a while&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4307602044336452955?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4307602044336452955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4307602044336452955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4307602044336452955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4307602044336452955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-i-am.html' title='Who I Am'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6985270148167549302</id><published>2006-12-01T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:20:17.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Started This Blog</title><content type='html'>To be honest, this is the third Blogspot account I've had in like four years. I've also gone through two livejournal accounts, one myspace, one Facebook, and one My Yearbook that I still can't figure out how to work. I like to think I've gotten a little older and wiser with each deleted account, so here's my latest attempt. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6985270148167549302?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6985270148167549302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6985270148167549302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6985270148167549302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6985270148167549302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-i-started-this-blog.html' title='Why I Started This Blog'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8742728891111136544</id><published>2006-11-28T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:11:27.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 for Today (really fast because I have to go watch the Gilmore Girls I tivoed)</title><content type='html'>1. French Class-E.W.'s birthday-French Toast. The Good Girl brought milk because she was supposed to. B.B. brought milk because after orange juice, it's the next best thing. Blahblahblah, Good Girl's was unopened, long story short, it's still on the roof of the school.&lt;br /&gt;2. blahblah classes&lt;br /&gt;3. Apples to Apples in Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;4. blahblah lunch&lt;br /&gt;5. BLAH AP BLAH 71, blah beat The Geek, not that I'm mean or anything, just a little retailiation:)&lt;br /&gt;6. blahblah spanish&lt;br /&gt;7. YAY study hall. It took us like half an hour to figure out that the weird noise we were hearing was not bowling balls in the chorus room, it was the diving board. Still, yay.&lt;br /&gt;8. Jazz Choir. Heck Yes. Good times all around. The Bad Girl and I can't spell our names right. She's dirty. The Geek's terrible. I hurt my foot. We're all too fun.&lt;br /&gt;9. 5 hour with The Senior and The Bad Girl. Ewwwwwww..... Gross. Totally cheated on that quiz. I should never drive.&lt;br /&gt;SENIOR: "I told you I'm a genius"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "If by genius you mean totally stupid."&lt;br /&gt;SENIOR: "No, I mean I've taken this test before!"&lt;br /&gt;10. Dunkin Donuts afterward. It's like 56 degrees out, nice. Gingerbread Latte=caffeine! Not gonna study, though. Mainly going to watch Gilmore Girls:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8742728891111136544?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8742728891111136544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8742728891111136544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8742728891111136544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8742728891111136544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-for-today-really-fast-because-i-have.html' title='10 for Today (really fast because I have to go watch the Gilmore Girls I tivoed)'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-4381146479924349007</id><published>2006-11-17T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:09:35.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All-County</title><content type='html'>All-County today. S'okay. The whole first part of the rehearsal, The Senior and I played hangman, tic-tac-toe, and the box game. (We totally got into the rehearsal room early to switch numbers around so we sat next to each other. Duh.) Then we sang. And sang. And sang. And complained. And talked about what people were wearing. And whether people had gotten nosejobs. And why some people were even there in the first place. And sang. I tried out for a solo which I knew I wouldn't get but I'm glad I did it anyway. And sang. Overall, not a totally bad day. The only class we did anything in was French. Then I had gym (badminton, S.T. and I won 2 out of 3 games), then Physics (movie), then PreCalc (substitute=we did nothing), then Study Hall (I escaped to Chorus), and then lunch, and then left for cow-town. Good times. After our lovely rehearsal, The Senior and The Good Girl came over. We were going to watch Elf, but Senior left it at home, so we watched Wedding Crashers and ate pizza. Then we made those weird Betty Crocker microwave things because while we were watching the movie Senior decided she wanted cake. Then we finally got a hold of The Mallrat (who had been taking a nap), and she came over. After the movie, it turned out Elf was on regular tv, like USA or something, so we watched that too. And gossiped. So that was fun. And it's S.'s birthday! Yay for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-4381146479924349007?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4381146479924349007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=4381146479924349007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4381146479924349007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/4381146479924349007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-county.html' title='All-County'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8727293626594570533</id><published>2006-11-13T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:08:05.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the four day weekend totally shot my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining. It was really like 5 days because we didn't do anything Thursday (except get yelled at fifth period, but that's really irrelevant.)&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to do my physics homework.&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to do my french homework.&lt;br /&gt;I did my APUSH extra credit. But I should probably do more because I definitely need it. My average is going to be wicked low this quarter. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;Parent teacher conferences today. My parents only have two for me, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;Physics-should go okay. I'm not failing. I do all my work, even though my average is prolly only like a 90 or so...I hope&lt;br /&gt;Spanish-ew. I'm past caring though. I have a pretty good grade in that, which I'm pretty sure is all my mom is really worried about right now. The Brother's gonna have a higher gpa than I am. So I'll never hear the end of that. But if I was bribed, I'd probably work harder. Stupid Playstation 3, it costs like $600. OMG Sephora Monopoly is out and I. Must. Have it. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I actually put my hair up in rollers today, and it is still stick straight. I was gonna do it like that for semi until it came out the same as it did when it started. So that kind of sucked.&lt;br /&gt;This is so random. I love this song. It's one of my favorites.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8727293626594570533?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8727293626594570533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8727293626594570533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8727293626594570533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8727293626594570533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-four-day-weekend-totally-shot-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-6637909247411994434</id><published>2006-11-07T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:06:55.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight = fun-ness</title><content type='html'>The Bad Girl, The Laugher, A.B.and I were going to go to the stupid 5 hour driving thing, but when we got to the poolhouse (I know, right?), there was a sign saying the guy was sick so it was cancelled. YAY! So we convinced my mom to drive us to the mall, and we stayed until like 7:30. We made The Laugher buy clothes, and I think everyone spent the course money, except A.B. because she had a blank check and had already voided it. Bummer. But it was fun. We went to the lame arcade for a while, and then tried on ugly dresses at DEB (pics later if A.B. sends them to me...mine was black with a red pleather belt). Then The Laugher and I walked around just ripping on everything, saying what the clothes were meant to say (This shirt says I take karate, but I work the corners on the side). So that was fun. Oh, A.B.'s dress was a really ugly burnt orange, Laugher's was an odd green print kind of like the one Mallrat wore that one time, and huh...I don't remember The Bad Girl's. I just know it fit really terribly! So, yeah, we had a lot more fun than we would have at the 5 hour. But The Senior couldn't go because of the stupid USO show. I feel really bad for her because that thing is going to be a trainwreck. Ehh....it gets me out of PreCalc, so I'll tolerate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-6637909247411994434?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6637909247411994434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=6637909247411994434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6637909247411994434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/6637909247411994434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/tonight-fun-ness.html' title='Tonight = fun-ness'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8416368321976151027</id><published>2006-11-05T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:05:10.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Event: Movie Party at The Diva's to watch Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Fact: That movie is lame if you do not have a cool kid commentary with which to accompany it.&lt;br /&gt;Fact: You can make that movie sound extremely dirty if you play all the sub-text on the top;)&lt;br /&gt;Fact: The phrase "skanky ho-bag" would really make it more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Fact: The Geek's truck is two different colors.&lt;br /&gt;Fact: The Boy dialed my cell phone and left a mean voice mail because I was ten minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;Fact: The voice mail included the phrase "Fdarn You!"&lt;br /&gt;Fact: He had the area code wrong, and left the mean message for someone in the 318 area code with the same phone number.&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I have cool friends.&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Life's good right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8416368321976151027?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8416368321976151027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8416368321976151027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8416368321976151027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8416368321976151027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/event-movie-party-at-divas-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-3651608597264224189</id><published>2006-10-30T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:02:50.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Musical...</title><content type='html'>Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;Still determining the anger factor about this one.&lt;br /&gt;The asshole factor has already been established.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, The Senior and I have a super-secret-super-cool plan.&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't work I will cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-3651608597264224189?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3651608597264224189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=3651608597264224189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3651608597264224189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3651608597264224189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/school-musical.html' title='School Musical...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-8847124185065585691</id><published>2006-10-28T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:02:09.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JFK Airport</title><content type='html'>So. I'm just stuck here in the JFK airport. It's 9:52pm and I've been here since about 6:30pm. Yeah, now the flight is delayed and we're not supposed to leave until 11:55pm, sooooo. Yeah. The livejournal Halloween thing is pretty cool. I'm soo random. I bought a bag of White Chocolate-Peanut Butter Drizzle Dale &amp;amp; Thomas popcorn, with 8 servings in it. It was totally stale, but I still ate about half the bag. Which is actually really sad. I think I stopped tasting it. I kinda just want to go home. But I am really glad my mom has her laptop and jetblue has free internet. (See how random?) The meeting today was pretty good. I went with Matt to get sushi during lunch, so that was fun. ughhhh I'm so bored......lalalalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-8847124185065585691?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8847124185065585691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=8847124185065585691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8847124185065585691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/8847124185065585691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/jfk-airport.html' title='JFK Airport'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1681113060959835687</id><published>2006-10-20T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:01:08.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain and randomness</title><content type='html'>Another day off. Cool. I heart staff development days. And then I only have to go until thursday first period next week because my mom and I are going to the city for the weekend. I have a meeting for DS, we're going to visit Wagner, go to Magnolia Bakery, and then Barney''s so I can pick up my prom dress. Should be pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love not having school, but it is kinda boring to sit at home for hours. It's rainy out. Adam is mad because I don't have my license yet, but that's just because he wants to do something and he can't find someone to drive him. I just watched the Megan Mullally show, and there was someone named janabelle in the audience, so I felt special. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;Party at S.W.'s tonight, she's home from college for the weekend. I was going to curl my hair, but my rollers are lost in my room somewhere. I was also going to go on the treadmill until I realized that I really really didn't want to. I'm so lazyyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1681113060959835687?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1681113060959835687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1681113060959835687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1681113060959835687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1681113060959835687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/rain-and-randomness.html' title='Rain and randomness'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-3705786233813114795</id><published>2006-10-18T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:59:55.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSAT's and such</title><content type='html'>Soooo, PSAT's today. I sat next to The Geek and in front of C.P., who I never get to see anymore, so that was fun. I discovered that the ELA teacher's red jawbreakers taste &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; like maraschino cherries, so we all had like three. The Geek noted how nice it was that we'd reached a point in our friendship where we could randomly open our mouths to show each other what color jawbreaker we had. I'll have to upload some sweet pictures at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Precalc today. I definately appreciated that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus, fun as always. The Boy changed the words to the (formerly patriotic) song "Over There" to be offensive and mean, and we pretty much spent the whole period laughing about that. Today was apparently a dirty day for him, because instead of doing our AP homework during lunch, we just read out of the book in suggestive voices. Thomas Jefferson and political cartoons can all be very dirty when you read them the right way:) lol Of  course, The Good Girl had already done her AP. she's good like that, while I am lazy and prefer to watch television:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP was enh. I'm bad at social studies. How I ended up in AP is a mystery to me. Spanish was also enh. I hate singing in spanish. I have a bad attitude. I sit with The Mallrat and K.D. in the bitter corner. It's fun there lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th in the music room. We drew up a binding legal agreement about project runway that I will def. have to scan in. One music teacher refused to sign it, so we got the other one to sign it for her, making her agree to bring in cupcakes for next week's lesson if Uli wins. If Jeffrey wins (ugh) I'll bring in cupcakes, if Laura wins, Mallrat will bring in her awesome cake cookies, and if Michael wins, we'll just have a big party. Fun stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-3705786233813114795?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3705786233813114795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=3705786233813114795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3705786233813114795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/3705786233813114795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/psats-and-such.html' title='PSAT&apos;s and such'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-1710536116045861513</id><published>2006-10-16T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:58:05.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazyyyyy</title><content type='html'>again with the lists....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lame Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;French Guyane. I have to write a report on it. So I think it's lame. It probably isn't, it's just that reading about it for like four hours is VERY lame.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to sleep on the floor in a hotel in Allentown all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allentown was cold. And I couldn't go to the mall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mathletes tomorrow (shiver)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math class bites. I don't hate math. And I don't hate the teacher either. But I hate almost everyone in that class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things That Are Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;NYC next week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An extra day in the city&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My totally awesome Halloween costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studio 60 is on tonight.....wow I love that show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I GOT TO LEAVE SCHOOL AT 11 THIS MORNING BECAUSE THE POWER WENT OUT!!! (I still had power at home, though. Ha. K.D. gave me a ride home and we were the second car to leave the school. It was pretty awesome....:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-1710536116045861513?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1710536116045861513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=1710536116045861513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1710536116045861513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/1710536116045861513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/lazyyyyy.html' title='Lazyyyyy'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261453504811419503.post-5947215117225667190</id><published>2006-10-09T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:57:03.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's gotten sad when...</title><content type='html'>even days &lt;i&gt;off&lt;/i&gt; from school kinda suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261453504811419503-5947215117225667190?l=sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5947215117225667190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261453504811419503&amp;postID=5947215117225667190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5947215117225667190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261453504811419503/posts/default/5947215117225667190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasmandshoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-its-gotten-sad-when.html' title='You know it&apos;s gotten sad when...'/><author><name>Jana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya8oo3CGRjA/SM2whSWu6FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yuby5c0826M/S220/Photo+65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
