Sarah's an uber fan girl today.

Today, I am extra extra fan girly. I don't know why.
I made a doll of Doug Walker, my long term husband.
I hugged it all day.
And watched his videos (Nostalgia Critic)

Tonight, I am reading my favourite articles and quotes by Kris,
while simultaneously staring at my desktop background of him with his rosy cheeks.
Or as my friend calls him, the Chameleon.
Hm. OH WELL.
Here's my favourite excerpt from an article.

I was a huge, huge, huge fan of Michael Jackson. Almost too big of a fan. He’s one of the best ever. I would sit in my room and put on a hat and try to dance in front of the mirror. All this stuff on my own, never in front of people. I was too embarrassed.

Thanks to KA Nation for that one ;D
Kay, bye all.
Sorry for my ranting.
And fangirldom.

Sarah's Ozzy

Yesterday, we got a new kitten.
This summer my father talked about how much he wishes we had a lap cat, which our older cat is not. We still love our 11 year old cat, but we wanted even more cuteness to love, besides our two rabbits.
My brother's co-workers were giving away free kittens, and we fell in love with the little black one with the white nose and feet.
I wanted to name him MJ in honour of Michael Jackson but SOMEBODY didn't like that idea.
We decided on Ozzy, from a rather long story, and I'm too lazy to tell it.
Our cat is, indeed, the prince of darkness.

Today friends Nemi and Anthony are coming over to check the cat out before their vacation for three weeks. Then we're taking him over to their house tomorrow.

OMG, FAMILY GUY IS ON.
Also, Billy Mays died, so what the hell?
Is the world killing off the people we love and sort of took for granted?
I miss them.

I'm tired of seeing all of his commercials. They make me sad.

Sarah had a late night, and dreams haunt her.

I stayed up late last night.
Why, you ask?
Well, I was watching CommunityChannel on YouTube.
Yup.
Until 2:30 am.
I really need a life.

Anyways, post-MJ sadness is still a bit dark for me.
It almost doesn't feel real.
It feels like I'm going to wake up and laugh at how stupid my dreams are.
And how random.
But, alas, the sun will never shine again.

But really, my dreams are weird.
Usually depressing for me, but incredibly hilarious to others.
In the fact that they laugh at the so-called pain I possess through them
For example, last night I had a dream that we went to the airport for our Kauai trip,
and I forgot Kris. Brought Adam, but not Kris.
This is extremely dreadful because it may be just a silly doll, but I love that thing. And the fact of going on a trip without it is heartrending.
How would my life go on?

Earlier in the dream, there was a rebroadcast of the American Idol finale, only it wasn't.
This time they were playing lacrosse in the rain.
Why, you ask? I have absolutely no fucking idea. Perhaps I might have heard something about lacrosse the other day, and it leaked into my mind.
My brain is insane.

Then even EARLIER in the dream, I was in the movie theatre enjoying a movie.
When all of the sudden, these guys in the back start making fun of this guy in a Power Rangers costume.
Why Power Rangers? Beats me. Perhaps it's because there are PowerRanger-esque outfits on Gaia that just came out. Who knows?
But anyways, the guy gets up and I'm thinking, Oh, maybe he is going to go complain, but no. He gets up, gets out a gun, and proceeds to fire away.
My father signals me to go down in my seat to avoid being shot, so I do.
Then this alarm goes off and these guys in colourful suits come out to take him away.
I then forgot what movie I was seeing.

The point to all of this ranting and raving is my dreams... are never normal.
Seriously. Once I had a dream my mother had to amputate her legs, and we kept them!
That's not even the weird part, randomly, these legs would catch fire, and my father would say, "C'mon, kids, time to get the bucket."
I must have had a strange childhood or an imagination above comprehension.
Anyway... in conclusion, if you no longer wish to be fascinated with stories of my dreams, never sleep over at my house.

Sarah's day of sorrow

MICHAEL JACKSON DIED.
This day is absolutely dreadful, and mournful indeed.
I can't even imagine life without the legend.


...oh, and Barbara moved today, also.

Rest in peace, MJ.
As well as Farrah Fawcett.