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Finality
:: 10:58 p.m. ::
:: Wednesday, January 23, 2002 ::

"Thank God, I've always avoided persecuting my enemies."
Adolf Hitler, 1941


ALL ITEMS MUST GO! ALL SALES FINAL!

*sigh* That word seems to find me, no matter how hard I try to hide from it.

Finals! Joy! </sarcasm>

Actually, this year they haven't been that bad. Theory of Knowledge final consisted of watching The Matrix (happy dance!), history was a pseudo-IB paper (indiffernt dance!), and my German final was a vocab test (gleichgu:ltig dance!) and a conversation with Herr Diddy (dance of ANGST!). My Econ non-final-but-still-test only took me half an hour, instead of the recommended 2 hours. Haven't yet decided whether or not this is a good thing. I'm just over half-way through with this semester's finals. All I have left is English and Physics... which I should be studying for, but to BLOG is more fun than to STUDY, right? (Ah, the joys of senioritus.)

After finals end, I get to take the SAT II's again. I'm trying to beat my old physics and math IIc scores. Shouldn't be that difficult, but I'll probably do something stupid the night before like decide I want to learn how to rollerblade without any pads and kill my brain. Fun times!

Hm. "Lucky Denver Mint" by Jimmy Eat World is a fun song, when you're in the right mood. Go! Leech, my reader, leech! (If you're not interested in Jimmy Eat World -- hey did you know that the acronym for Jimmy Eat World is JEW? Cool, huh? -- then you should leech other good things. Gorillaz. Nickelback. Offspring. Wierd Al. "Matrix," "Moulin Rouge," "Gladiator," "Lord of the Rings," "Rob Roy," and "Stigmata" soundtracks. I'll keep going until you leech something!)

SENIORITUS! I feel like a little kid putting her forehead on a warm lamp, so that her parents will think she's sick and she won't have to go so school anymore. My teachers need to start falling for the "my senioritus ate it" and "I'm afraid I just couldn't find the will to care about your busywork assignment" excuses. They really, really do, 'cuz I lack the will to come up with other ones.

Have I mentioned SENIORITUS and FINALS yet?

Murple
:: 11:59 p.m. ::
:: Thursday, January 3, 2002 ::



murple. muRplE. MUrPLe. MURPLE!

Hello, alles.

Long time, no write. Saje is a slacker.


Take the What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be? Quiz

(this was my second go at this quiz... I liked the first results better, but I seem to have changed between now and then... so this is the current me)

Solstice (the Winter celebration of my choice) was great fun, but quiet. We opened presents on Solstice and Christmas (no, I don't get more presents that way, they just get split up). I got many cool things, including a new Remy Zero CD, the Beatles' "1", spiffy shirts, and lots of chocolates. Chocolates make Saje happy.

New Year's was also quiet. My sis and I went down to Pioneer Square, but left before the dropping of the disco ball disguised as some sort of cool "countdown" thing (a la Times Square). I would love to say that we left because we had cooler, better places to be, but the truth is Saje had a serious headache and had to go home. It's kinda sad; there were parties I wished to attend, as well, but I could not.

Sis is, even now, packing up to return to Boston. This is a sad making thing. She leaves tomorrow at about 10 AM. I'll go to the 'port, then come home and work frantically on homework until Sunday night.

Murple.

Actually, I'll probably skip the "doing homework" step, and just jump straight to the "Sunday night, waking up on the floor of a strange room and wondering where I am and what I did for the last 48 hours" step. Fun times!

That was the bulletin from the SajeZone(tm). It's scary here. Move along, don't make eye contact, and for gods' sake, DON'T FEED THE LOCALS!

Tomorrow, Today, Again
:: 12:12 a.m. ::
:: Friday, December 14, 2001 ::

"For tomorrow will be as yesterday and a thousand other todays that pass in the blinking of an eye." -- Anon
"Time is and is not, for it exists only as long as an infinitely small moment exists, and then re-creates itself anew." -- Anon

I think that maybe (just maybe) I'm obsessing about time and repetition today. Some days just slide into the days around them until you feel as if your entire life is one giant slippery slope, and there isn't anything at the bottom.

I think someone said something like that before me, but I can't remember who.

Today's been about a 6 on the Suck-O-Meter. I'm not dead or in the hospital, so it can't really get above an 8. My backpack is currently residing in the trunk of my parents' '88 gray Toyota Camry, where it is apparently caught in the lock mechanism. Luckily, I have both my physics and my TOK folder here with me, otherwise I'd be very unhappy at the moment...

Unhappy-er, I guess.

Ben just gave me a can of Bree on AIM. I'm somewhat better now.

:: Saje-isms ::
:: 05:49 p.m. ::
:: Wednesday, December 12, 2001 ::


Run away. Run now! Flee!

You didn't take me seriously enough. Now you're in for it.

So, why is Saje (am I) creating this? She honestly has no idea. There was an old online diary of Saje's that has since been lost to the 'Net at large, and Saje wasn't sad to lose track of it. Since then, she hasn't developed any particular need to express herself online... after all, no one wants to hear (read, really) what's going on in her life.

So, for now, this is just a very plain, very boring site. I'll update it sometimes, and change the layout later if I feel like it.

I should go work on my German essay now. I really don't want to, but I've delayed it as long as I could.




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