just another day in the pickett household!

hey everybodysssss! (wow. that was annoying) just chilling here. has anybody else noticed that it's super swell cold outside? my papa and i believe in global cooling now. i promise it's happening! run for your lives! so murray's a pretty chill place. durping around. hanging with friends, driving max (my car..yes i named him). being a teenage girl. teenage girl! speaking of teenagers.. i found some blemishes on my cara! oh no! sara the rockstar (don't tell anyone) pickett does not get blemishes. how is this possible?! then my good friend helped me realize that i wasn't getting enough fresh air. i said to my friend, "friend, thou art wise." he said, "yes, yes i am." so then i head outside to go mess around. specifically to my backyard. the only worthwhile thing back there is the tramp. no i have not named that. so i get on the tramp with my friend and we hop around. he shows me his mad skills..and i get jealous of those mad skillzzz. not particularly jealous. i just wish i could do those. so i pull out some cool flips and then he goes on and does a back flip. i say, "duuuuude!" and he tells me to do one.. i cannot. (i had a bad experience) so he leaves and later on that night i get on the tramp. by this time im bound determined to do one. i tell myself that i'm not going to be a pansy. my dad sees me struggling. he gets on the tramp, pulled out a back flip and goes back inside. i have to do it now. i can't let my dad pass me up.  so i FLIP! and i LAND! sara pickett gets gold! there's no stopping her!   and that's my exciting story.
i'm obsessed with the olympics. i love everything about them. i'm going to go one day. whether i compete or spectate, i'm going. you may come to!

lols you  just got bras dropped off on your doorstep. and you're a dude.

  so spanish is going to be the end of me. i have about 22 (2 terms in office) hours o' homework tonight because of that bl_asted class.
   my sister just dumped bleach all over my dirty clothes in the laundry room. black shirt? not so much. oh no! my mom is dizzy cause she went down to the laundry room and inhaled all the bleach smell. this is so funny! now i have just found out that there is no laundry detergent or toothpaste. andi an evil mastermind? i think she's making a bomb. the plunger is now missing. jk. it's IN the toilet. wow. andi is my hero. she can make my mom cry by not saying or touching her. i think i'm going to call andi p.t. that stands for pro terrorist. i likes it.
   welp! (not a typo. i don't dso those here) ;) gotta get off before my mama wakes up my papa and WW VI occurs. good day peoples!

I'm sorry.

i'm to those that don't understand my blog.
i'm sorry to my spanish teacher for thinking she's the devil.
i'm sorry to my best friend for being a drama queen.
i'm sorry to my mom for making her feel stupid all the time
i'm sorry to my dad for being such a smart alec and loving every minute of it.
i'm sorry if i offended you.
i'm sorry, mom that i have to eat 2 pb&j sandwiches for lunch everyday.
i'm sorry to allen... i can't find your def leppard t-shirt.
i'm sorry that i don't talk to you as often as i should.
i'm sorry for not understanding.
i'm sorry to all those that have tried to listen to music with me.
i'm sorry to my legs for making you work so hard-you too feet.
i'm sorry to bradley because i can't ski.
i'm sorry to teal for not following your stretching exercises.
i'm sorry i can't dance.
i'm sorry to myself...
i'm sorry to love- i didn't mean to betray you.
i'm sorry to my cousins for not bonding more as kids.
i'm sorry to sophie for being rude because i enjoi making you cry.
i'm sorry to andi for being my favourite.
i'm sorry to marcos, when you were little.
i'm sorry to megan for annoying you with every little problem i have.
i'm sorry for all those times i was rude.
i'm sorry you can't trust me.
i'm sorry i didn't write.
i'm sorry for a lot more things.
i just don't want to list them all. :T
i'm sorry for being a rockstar. life happens. :)

Angsty Much?

i have no idea what i'm going to write about but my finger felt inspired to move and to get something down. i want to inform you all about my life but i feel that it isn't as fun as writing some cheesy, drama queen life story as i normally do. you all saw my slo-mo battle. awesome. i haven't giggled so hard at my house for a long while. i have a few things in my mind as of the moment.i'm thinking of him and her. (code names could be necessary) and about how they manage to..no. i'm not sure what i'm getting at. i mean, how can they stay together? they're so far apart and..gol. i hate it when i don't know what i'm trying to get at.
it's you and me. that's all that matters..right? we rock. kevin's rude. but i'm pretty sure he's just kidding. :) i want to write about you but i don't know what to say. you're perfect..or pretty dang close to it.
this week reminds me of an old valentine that was written for me. should i write it on here? sure! so this was written for a school assignment and quotes from different love stories were compiled to make this. tis cheesy but that's how it's supposed to be.
"So long as i can breathe or i can see, so long lives your love which gives life to me." My devotion is eternal, I yearn for thy sweet company. How i look from afar, longing for thy presence close to me. How i wish i were the rays of the sun so i might touch that gentle face. "Parting is such bitter sweet sorrow, that i should say good-night until it be morrow."   --thanks for writing this. it was a great year.
now it's time to move on. i'm sorry for your loss. she was a great girl. i'm sure you can find another like her..dots dots... you're a great guy! she just wasn't right for you. focus on what you need to do. be strong.
i always wondered what life would be like if i traded places with someone else. life is crazy..crazy is such a generic term. life is old and new. old as in the same old things everyday but new as in everyday with you is new. life a breath of fresh air of an essscape from life.
i wish i could be famous. i don't care what negative things people say about it. i want to be famous. i want to be in a movie. i want to do something to be noticed. i'm so tired of fitting into the crowd. sure i'm being myself but i want to do something legendary. i want to be on the red carpet sporting the latest fashions and people asking for my autograph. that will have to wait. for now, i'm a girl from utah that sits in her kitchen..typing. secretly hoping no one will read this so she doesn't get judged. a girl can have dreams? i sit in my kitchen while my siblings run around me and my mom asking if i can set the table. i'll be content. i'll be fine..one day though, i'm going to find my way out and i'm going to b r e a t h e.