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Name: Sara
Country: United States
State: Iowa
Birthday: 2/3/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading, Crochet, watching tv, daydreaming. My biggest intrest is JESUS!! Yes Jesus!! He is the coolest
Expertise: sleep.. i do it a lot
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
MSN: sara_e_03@hotmail.com
Member Since:
11/8/2005
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| So my morning started off like any morning in my life. I woke up to the sound of an alarm in the distance and wondered why Emily was so inconsiderate and not shutting off her alarm, so I open one eye and look over at Emily in her bed. What do I discover but Emily is not in her bed and the alarm that I here is my own and it sound distant because it is bear-ied under a teddy bear. So I do what any Sara would do, I hit the snooze. Four minutes later it goes of once again and I fall out of my bed.... literally I tripped and fell trying to get out of bed. Once I get off the floor I do the whole shower, dress, eat breakfast, check the weather, try to remember what I was doing four times routine. Since God decided that last night Omaha needed snow dumped on it I had to shovel the stairs and clean off my car. As I was going out I made sure that I had my keys so that there was no chance of locking myself out of the house.(I have a problem of locking myself out) (The reader will find this ironic in a moment) I do the whole shoveling thing and I decide to start my car and lock it and warm it up while I finish getting stuff around in the house to leave. (This is possible because we have two sets of car keys) I go back in the house and begin getting my backpack packed and realize that I have something that I want to do on my computer. This job will take me a while so I decide I better turn the car off. I grab the extra door key to open the locked door, I put on a stocking hat since I had wet hair still and I also have a cold. I decide to slip in a pair of slide sandals since I had just shoveled and the car was right in front of the house. I don't grab the rest of my keys since I am just running in and out. I step out and close the porch door behind me; I check the door and find that it has locked. That's right folks once again Sara has locked her self out of her house!!! So what am I to do? I am not dressed to be outside, I don't have my phone, or my purse, or my license. All I have is a running car and the key to get into it. Well there is only one thing to do. I hopped in to the car and drove to Grace and to get Emily's keys. Well up to this point I have been lucky and the snow has been moved so that I don't have to walk through it. When I get to Grace there is no place to park that is close and doesn't involve going through a snow bank. So I park the car in the lot across the street from the library and run while jumping over snow drifts and manage to fill my sandals with snow. I go in tell Emily the story and get her keys. When I go out to go back home I manage to jump into, not over, into three large drifts of snow and cover my feet in snow. I got home and the rest of my day went as planed. I guess God must have had a good laugh at me! It had to be pretty funny seeing me lock myself out, in sandals and then when I tried to miss stepping in snow I managed to step in the deepest snow that there was around. | | |
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I would like to say that as a fifth year student I find being surrounded by Freshmen to be totally Annoying!!! ARRRRRRRRGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!! | | |
| Sara the Whore
Some of you may be perplexed and stunned by the title of this post but hold on to you hats because soon you will see why I am a whore.
Well as some of you know, and the rest of you are about to learn, I have not had a job since school ended in May. There are many reasons for this but I don't feel the need to get into them right now. Just leave it as I have been terminally unemployed for the summer. Well as unemployment goes one does not get a pay check and therefore one struggles to pay ones bills. Well May bills were okay, June bills semi okay, July bills: Sara and Emily up the Buffalo (the crick that runs through our Dad's Farm land) with out a paddle... You get the picture. Well being the desperate person I am i tried to find things to sell to make money fast. What is it that i am selling for quick money you ask? MY PLASMA!! Yes i am selling my bodily fluid twice a week just to make $60. And when you go in to sell you plasma you have to go thought a physical and answer a zillion questions about yourself including you sexual practices. One particular questions is if you have ever had sex for money of drugs. I haven't but i could just as easily say "I sell my Plasma for money!" Therefore i feel like a Plasma Whore. Anyway that's that!
Maybe in the Next post I share about the interesting things one sees when one sells plasma! | | |
| My lovely sister posted this on my xanga as a comment
¡Sí! De hecho yo soy la persona femenina para quien usted cocina, platos de lavado, y hace ropa sucia. ¡Soy su roomie!
Word translated it this way: Yes! In fact I am the feminine person for whom you you cook, washing plates, and it makes clothes dirty. I am its roomie!
freetranslation.com translated it this way :Yes! In fact I am the female person for whom you cook, dishes of wash, and does dirty clothes. I am its roomie! (where sh got the translation from)
What emily meant : Yes, As a matter of fact i am the female person for whom you cook, wash dishes, and do laundry! I am your Roomie!
When I had the time to make her clothes dirty is beyond me!! | | |
| I really want to know who the person for CA that is reading my xanga is!!! PLEASE TELL ME WHO YOU ARE O KIND PERSON!!! | | |
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