I'm back...for revenge.

okay... so, i'm back for some more venting. some people are such JERKS! you know they're talking about you and they know you're listening.... it's just, BAH! i'm not a liar. you're just an emotional jerk that can't handle the truth. everything i told you was the truth. i told you what was going on and you could handle it then but you couldn't handle it when it was put in action. now this is me being a jerk cause i know you're going to read this. so, read away. eat your heart out. have a nice life. i'm better off without you. we had fun but i wasn't what you expected. i never am. you're better off without me. my dad was positively, absolutely, 100% right. you're much too immature and this is me not being able to handle you now. so, enjoy life without me. i'm not hurt. just angry with how you dealt with it. next time a girl comes around, relax. everything will be perfect when you relax. i'm not the girl that's going to worship you because i know that's what you want. i can't give you that. i'm me. absurd, ridiculous, bonkers, impractical, foolish, odd, and even peculiar, but i'm not a liar.

lolz people

ha ha dear people of the earth, if you think a blog post is about you, it probably isn't. and! if i wanted to discuss a blog post with you, i wouldn't post it here. i would actually talk to you about it. everything on here is not meant to be talked about with me cause i can't say anything else besides what is posted here. sorry. i'm not much of a talker. think of me as a puzzle. put the clues together. you never ask sherlock holmes directly cause he hasn't put it together himself. le duh! (that's french for duh) so there you have it folks!
   i found a new love for japanese food. everything is so fantastic. even fried tofu...who would've thought.. more dots. i work at a japanese restaurant. silly, eh? and i'm not even close to japanese, as much as you guys thought so..not! tis all a lie. don't hate me. i'm just argentineaniticanese. i'm gonna go put on some cute clothes now cause work clothes just won't cut it if you're a rockstar. ;) peace, love ,death & destruction!

Our Bet

so! if sarah palma gets married in less than 6 months, i owe you arby's. if she gets married in over 6 months but less than a year, you owe me arby's. whew! good thing you reminded me. okay. so, if i'm not married by the time you get back from your mission, you have to play and sing THE song to me. if you don't, someone will be in massive trouble.
the end.

Dusting

     goodness! where am i to start. it feels like my blog needs some dusting and i should explain why i was gone for so long. you see, being sara pickett takes a lot of time and energy.. poo. that's all garbage. i felt as though i had nothing to write, nor i had the desire to write anything about my life. too many things were complicated and i wasn't sure what to do. i can officially say now that most of my life is cleared up and i feel significantly better now than i did 6 months ago. graduating from high school is always a +. soo... college. i'm almost positive that i am headed to SUU in cedar city. i just need to find a job down there to pay for tuition because money does not fall from the sky, as i have sadly learned. i have a place to stay... just no money for school. it's just complicated. that's the only part of my life that's a mess. cross my heart. pinky promise.
      i recently got my tonsils cut/sliced/ripped/esploded out of my mouth and i have been bumming around the house for a while. it's not cool. i'm very much ready for an adventure. since tomorrow is my birthday, i will have that adventure and do what i want. i'm so stoked! i'm going to be 18. what does that mean? yes! i can buy dry ice! ha ha nah.. i'm not sure what 18 means. is it just another number? people always say that you feel exactly the same from when you were a certain age to the next one up. i disagree. cause tomorrow, i won't feel 17 anymore. i'll be 18. now i feel, it's the right time to explore the world and to grow up. i can't keep acting little. i mean, i know i should have fun and be silly, it's just different. my fun is different than that of my 9 year old sister. let's just say that i'm thoroughly excited to grow older. i'm excited for what life holds in store and the challenges that await me. now i can carve my own path. :)
      moving on to lighter business....boys! i know everybody loves hearing about that part of my life. well, that's also something unexpected. some people have come along that may have changed the course of my life. and i'm so grateful for them. :] ha ha he teaches me so many things! it's ridiculous. he even taught me, the awesome sara pickett, how to have fun. to enjoy everything! i still can't get over it. tis crazy! but.. thank you. this is so cheesy, even on my cheese scale, but this makes me think of the rascal flatts song. it says "others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars". ha! oh teal, thanks for breaking my young heart. it was very much worth the joy i have now. maybe if some guys weren't such JERKS!.... haha that was for you quinci. nah. you just have to find the right one. it's all about timing. oh quinci! i hope you have a most splendid time in europe. do everything you want to without regrets. :)
      Andi! she's still my favourite. shhh. don't tell sophie. she might cry. dear allen, i miss you like a 13 year old girl misses her cell phone. you're the greatest. i love our weekly chats that last 20 mins. well, when you email my phone. you'll be home soon enough. (p.s. everybody..these are thoughts that just run through my head at random. they have no order. don't ask me about any of these thoughts or ideas or entries. you shouldn't even be reading this! ;) peace and love)
      what else is streaming through my mind.... world cup soccer! argentina is out. it's a most sad time for the argentina nation. today, spain and germany play. i hope germany loses with all my might. they're the ones that knocked argentina out. that is no fun. beat someone with a spoon! oh. thanks for letting me beat you with a spoon. my mind just went to the time that we got ice cream and walked through the lettered streets. that seemed like such a good time. one day, we're going to the top of the church office building! we'll do it! cause we're unstoppable! like superheros that wear tight spandex and wear capes. unless the cape chokes you. then "no capes!" -- edna. tomorrow, i'm going to dress like a rockstar! why, you ask? cause i am one.. shhhh. it's a secret. okay. if you're going to get me anything for my birthday, don't get me a panda. they take a lot of work. get me a book. sign it and date it. something memorable. i want to keep it forever. read it always. cause i'm that sort of person.  awesome! some may even say bodacious.
    ok. now i'm rambling. i'll be done. happy birthday saul! the end.
    until next time, my friends!

oh my nubs.

sara pickett is a rockstar. shhh. don't tell anyone!
so, let's start off with the hilarious things that are poking a hole in my side right now. so for april fools day, i put saran wrap over my brothers toilet seat. oh man. the pee bounced back and hit him in the belly! (i did not watch any of this. it was an account retold by the boy himself) haha! can you imagine?! i'm totally picturing like this wet spot on his belly and he comes upstairs all confused like. what a sad boy. or what a sad life. that's been my highlight so far.
        oooo! and the fact that i get to go surfing...indoors! yea i do! what now suckas! sorry. super excitement going on there. i'll try to contain myself. thanks to the radical reed. umm.. recently had spring break. hung out with friends and went to the hindu festival of colours.. quite cool. like on a scale of 1 to 13 it was a 12. hung out with alex de la paz. figured out that i'm going to s.u.u. for college... um, my body is old. jk! i'm so alive right now it's ridiculous! or not. most people are so it can't be. lols
    tomorrow is my abuelitas birfday. happy birthday. sorry. i don't know how old you are. i stopped keeping track after 60. you stopped aging then. :)
    it's 4th term.. i just need to survive 2 more months of school then i start the best adventure of my life. i'm so stoked that i'm doing a huddy happy hand dance. right....now!
     i'm not doing the senior talent show cause my talent can't be shown on stage. and yet my talent is 38x better than some silly dance!.. bluff. big bluff there. dancing is the bomb .com. the end. ok no. not the end. just being a teen.
     sorry. no guy stories to date. just being awesome. it's kinda a hard thing to do so if i don't pull it off correctly much of the time, don't give me a hard time or blame me. i'll beat you with a spoon and recently i started carrying one in my backpack and a smaller one in my purse for portable beatings. oh man! i make myself giggle.
    sorry westminster coach. i didn't mean to keep cutting out on you on the phone but that was the bets conversation i had with you EVER! we should do it again sometime, or not. :)
      well i want to be done writing cause i want to shower super bad so i can hang out with you. shotgun no battles!  yes! i win! isn't that the best feeling ever? winning? yes it trumps all. i don't care what you nubbies say. the end. love..................sara p. (thanks mom for the most lame-o nickname on the face of this planet) (but i still love you cause you keep the girls quiet) ..(or not) official the end no battles tap tap. :}

it's a day

i don't even know.

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.

images from our epic slo-mo battle. be scared.