Double Stuffed

Oreos are quite delightful! This afternoon my mom bought a whole pack, just out of the blue, along with a new jug of milk. It was such a treat! Rarely, RARELY do we have oreos in the house, and now I think I understand why. The box is definitely pretty much gone, I think I ate seriously like 20, so between my brothers and I...I guess that's what happens when you have roves of teens and one home from college for the weekend. But we did accompany the delicious oreo's with nice, cold, new, milk, which I hear is a great source of calcium.
Why does self-restraint have to be so...restraining? It'd be so much more easy if it weren't!

Impending Doom

I'm on the verge of my last day of freedom before returning from my hiatus from that place called school. Please, pray for me. No, seriously, it's gonna be ugly.

Until then, I don't feel much like talking, so why not take a look at this. It's some pretty sweet stuff.

http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/encyclicals/documents/hf_ben-xvi_enc_20051225_deus-caritas-est_en.html

Jane Austen

I would like to begin by extending my most heart-felt apology and true thanks to Meggers, whom it has been recently revealed that she too is an (avid) reader of the above listed blog "life as a princess". That makes three!

Today was spent in an assortment of leisurely activity, that unfortunately was not in the least bit gratifying, especially for being so leisurely. It would seem that the avoidance of an unlikeable task ruins the whole atmosphere and attitude of relaxation. This is in no way any new revelation to myself, or might I venture to say mankind as a whole, but one who's truth is discovered again and again over the course of a lifetime yet somehow never manages to rid itself of the inherent bitterness and utter remorse of the person re-experiencing it anew each time that such a depressing sinerio occurs.

Such an instance may be likened to stolen chocolate, in substance if not in manner. Or would that be resemblance in manner if not in substance?...Either way the pleasure that normally accompanies the deliciousness of a chocolaty treat is, in fact, negated by the underlying principal that this chocolate came to excite thy taste buds through no natural means but rather due to the un-willing sacrifice of another. For that other party had intended the chocolate for it's rightful owner, the original party. (That's why it is 'stolen' and not 'gifted'). In this instance, the preemptive act of stealing the chocolate demeans the pleasure derived from it, just as the act of relaxing is demeaned by the ever-present knowledge of what is commonly known as 'wasting one's time' in a fruitless effort to escape the inevitable.

And so 'twas earlier this day. In all honesty, I am obliged to admit that so 'twas the entire day, and appears, by all lottable accounts, to remain even until this very moment. I can fool myself no long by claiming to not use flowery language to prolong the dreadful writing of a paper entirely in Spanish. In my own defense, the language may not me used for such a cause of which I moments ago accused myself, however, it is more than very possible that it is indeed inspired by the viewing of a marvelous show earlier this evening that rought the desire to, in one manner or another, live advantageously in an age of beauty, eloquence, and love, to escape to a time that is extraordinary and attractive in most every way for just a few minutes. To slip away and escape in the essence of it by partaking in it as easily as one can, by sharing in the language (or attempting to) when one can not share the screen nor actual lives portrayed thereof, primarily due to the fact that they are fictisous as the the book they were based upon.

But alas! All good things must come to an end, at least while we dwell here on earth, and I can no longer evade the fact that Peter is at a party and that I have to go and fetch him, as is my responsibility as his elder sister.
Farewell. It has been a pleasure.

10th and counting

I had something to say. I think it was intriguing, but I'm not sure. Today I got some stuff done, but there's still a lot left to do and not only did I miss Mass because of traffic, but something else happened that ruined my good mood--only I can't remember what it was!
I'm loosing my mind! But I know it, unlike those who loose their minds but don't really notice or miss it.
I apologize to all of those reading it, ok, lets face it, Katie and I are the only ones who read my blog, so let me re-phrase that, and how about in letter form?

Dear self and/or Katie,
or rather,

Dear Katie and/or self,
first of all, thank you for your continued support. I couldn't do it without you! (especially you, self)
Please forgive me for having such a depressing blog. I'm just glad I dont' have to suffer through reading it every day. I really should make an extra effort to bring some sunshine into your lives, it's the least I can do. So think happy thoughts, for from this point forward, I shall write about them! No more on-line whinning, be gone synical comments and bad spelling! Best of all, no more darn teen-age anxt that is all too familiar.
Ya!
You, dear reader(s), might also note the pretty new format. Isn't it delightful? I sat there, looking at my old blog, wondering how I could lie so blaintanly to you two readers by claiming to be (and I quote) "enchanting and pink" when, in all reality, there was no trace of pink on the screen. So I talked it over with me, and decided to stop lieing. Plus, this is a lesson in not being attached to worldly things, like blog formats or poka-dots, or cucumbers.

Farewell for now, until tomorrow's happy news is lived out.

I had something to say. I think it was intriguing, but I'm not sure.

Happy February, by the way.

On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....

Physics??
For being my true love, they sure are a jerk.

I'd rather not talk about today. I'd just rather not, ok? Staying home isn't as glamerous as it sounds when you have a physics test, paper in spanish, finishing a novel, and an AP essay looming over your head. Not that I'm complaining...but, man, the burrito I had for lunch wouldn't even heat up!!

At least I went to evening Mass with Dad. Even then, we didn't sit by eachother. And the TV show "Lost", which I just last week started to watch now that I have some time to, was a re-run.

But I'm in a suprisingly good mood for having such a distasteful, average, mondane, frustrating, chilly day. Horay!

One Week

Quick blog-- Peter, whom again has urgent matters to take care of that, naturally, depend on the use of the computer.

Today I had dining companions all day long! Horay!
Dad for breakfast, a dear old friend for lunch, family for dinner.

The CT scan went well, I think, they didn't really say anything. But Mr. technishion Steve was there and he's quite the funny guy!
Plus, I didn't have to drink the disgusting "smoothie" one ususally has to. Don't know why, but I've heard of it's horrableness and am glad I didn't experience it.

The past week or so I've been not only craving, but dreaming about taco bell. Is that weird?

By the way, tomorrow is February.

Day the 7th

As you may or may not have noticed, there was no blog entry for yesterday, however I assure you it was not for ill reason.
'Twas a two-fold cause; the probable need for your eyes to rest after Day the 5th's entry and the more impeeding family rule of not turning the computer on any given Sunday so to honor the sabbath day.

I regret to inform you that today's proceedings were practically uneventful. Yesterday I was inducted into my school's first ever chapter of the INTERNATIONAL THESPIAN SOCIETY a ultra-cool, highly prestigeous, refreshingly dramatic theatre society who's aim is excellence in theatre. oh ya!

But that was then and this is now. When all that happened was a call from the doctor ordering a CT scan appointment to figure out why pieces of my appedix are everywhere but together, forming a nice little appendix. We shall see. And the question remains, how long will Sarah's medical condition evade local doctors?

This is alfa 2 signing off, the younger brother unit has pressing CTU matters to attend to.