Current mood: Crazy
Sarai: *singing Imogen Heap* I'm dying to know, what's in your head.
Donnie: I'm dying to know what's in your appendix!
Sarai: Fingernails.
Donnie: I would fight a rabid hyena for your vagina!
Hannah: *confused look* But Jesus doesn't have a penis!
Sarai: Forgive me dictionary, for I have sinned and fallen short of the glory of Grammar.
Sarai: I can't go to hell because Satan still has a restraining order against me.
Sarai: THERE ARE NAKED WOMEN FALLING OUT OF THE WINDOWS!!
Trent: Where? I want one.
Sarai: I may or may not be having an asthma attack. May or may not.
Sarai's Mom: I'm thinking it's may.
Sarai: Really? Because I'm thinking it's September.
Sarai: Puberty makes my sister bitchy.
Trent: Now you do, and knowing is half the battle. The other half is violence.
Sarai: That was Harvey Keitel.
Sarai's Mom: I know.
Sarai: I've seen his penis.
Sarai's Mom: Thank you for that.
Trent: I am not amused and I'm a lover of irony. Which creates it's own form of sinister irony.
Judes: I tried to take a boobs-in-mirror pic, but it kept flashing
Judes: Yes... that's right. TWO crags.
Sarai: I actually said I'd never drink again, lol... when I was praying to the porcelain gods.
Sarai: Apparently I'm Ava Gardner.
Trent: LoL
Sarai: I'm glad I make you lol
Trent: Baby, you lol me like no one else
Sarai: Um, Look! A DISTRACTION!! *follows the distraction*
Trent: All Sarai heard in her addled head was something about breast-milk-omelettes and it drove her to run even faster.
Sarai: I have no appropriate responses for this situation.
Kid: Goat milk de la titties!
Monday, September 28, 2009
HELLO FANS!!
Current mood: Animated
Hello Everyone!!
Sorry I haven't written here in a while, been a little caught up with stuff going on in my personal life. But, I am back and better than ever. As you can see I posted a blog before this one. It is a story I wrote last night, I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm hoping to post more of my writing on here, so that everyone can read it. ^^
Also, I'm planning on starting up a news blog and a song of the day blog again. It's going to be a little hard to stay on top of, because I am SO DAMN SPACEY, but I will do my best. If anyone has any news to contribute, I would be more than willing to add it. Or if you have a song, that would be great too.
What I would really like is for everyone to send me their awkward questions at broken_rivers@hotmail.com so that I can start working on my ALL Awkward Questions episode. ^^
So, your song of the day is 2-1 by Imogen Heap. This song is from her newest album "Ellipse". It is a very deep song and I absolutely love it. So listen to it and let me know what you think!
Now, as for the news this is pretty much what I have right now:
*Marilyn Manson has the Swine Flu. He says that he is "Unfortunately" going to live.
*A woman gives birth to a baby boy after being implanted with the wrong embryo at a fertility clinic.
*The Death toll rises in the Philippines after a terrible tropical storm. So far 140 people are dead.
*Another woman gets pregnant whilst pregnant! She is carrying two babies, conceived at two different times! Don't believe me? Go to www.msnbc.com
*A 16 year old student was beaten to death outside of his school in Chicago. It isn't clear yet, what the exact circumstances are, but family members believe it was because of his refusal to join a gang.
That's all for now,
I'm Sarai and I'm as out as last week's egg salad.
Hello Everyone!!
Sorry I haven't written here in a while, been a little caught up with stuff going on in my personal life. But, I am back and better than ever. As you can see I posted a blog before this one. It is a story I wrote last night, I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm hoping to post more of my writing on here, so that everyone can read it. ^^
Also, I'm planning on starting up a news blog and a song of the day blog again. It's going to be a little hard to stay on top of, because I am SO DAMN SPACEY, but I will do my best. If anyone has any news to contribute, I would be more than willing to add it. Or if you have a song, that would be great too.
What I would really like is for everyone to send me their awkward questions at broken_rivers@hotmail.com so that I can start working on my ALL Awkward Questions episode. ^^
So, your song of the day is 2-1 by Imogen Heap. This song is from her newest album "Ellipse". It is a very deep song and I absolutely love it. So listen to it and let me know what you think!
Now, as for the news this is pretty much what I have right now:
*Marilyn Manson has the Swine Flu. He says that he is "Unfortunately" going to live.
*A woman gives birth to a baby boy after being implanted with the wrong embryo at a fertility clinic.
*The Death toll rises in the Philippines after a terrible tropical storm. So far 140 people are dead.
*Another woman gets pregnant whilst pregnant! She is carrying two babies, conceived at two different times! Don't believe me? Go to www.msnbc.com
*A 16 year old student was beaten to death outside of his school in Chicago. It isn't clear yet, what the exact circumstances are, but family members believe it was because of his refusal to join a gang.
That's all for now,
I'm Sarai and I'm as out as last week's egg salad.
1961 (a short story)
Current mood: Creative
Present
Looking back, glancing over his life.
The past and the regrets.
Quiet and calm, he holds the gun to his temple and pulls the trigger, he holds her picture to his heart as the blood stains the pillow, his head falls backs.
Clutched to him, she is frozen in time and memory.
She is not his wife.
Past
A string of pearls encircle an ivory throat. She stands in front of the hallway mirror, gazing off into space and time, dreaming of nights long since forgotten in the abyss of memory and life. She tries to tear her eyes away from the pearls against her skin, tries to forget the reason they will never be her own. She looks into the dark blue eyes of a stranger, her doppelganger and twin, but a complete stranger. Her hand, coming up from her hips, falls back from those white drops of sand and lies placidly against the fabric of her skirt.
A voice calls somewhere in the distance, she turns from the mirror and another hand comes up to remove the pearls that now threaten to strangle her. She tears them away from her skin, the string breaking and pearls bursting from their captor’s hands to scatter on the mahogany floor. She doesn’t even stop to pick them up and, instead, runs away from the voice and out of the house. She tries to erase the image of pearls hitting the wooden floor, tries to un-hear the sound of them tinkling and the voice calling.
She loved him.
Past
He stands next to the reverend performing the ceremony, flanked by four gentlemen in black tuxedos. He watches his bride, on the arm of her father, float down the aisle. She is beautiful. Long, silky, blonde hair flowing down her back, tiny violets entwined in twin braids tied behind her head. She smiles at him, a timid smile, a rosy blush deepens across her face. Light blue eyes flick from the floor to him, barely meeting his gaze. As she turns to receive a kiss from her father, those eyes never leave his, blazing and bright.
He takes her hand, facing her as his performance begins. This will be his most brilliant of pieces. He feels her tremble, watches her lips move as she repeats the words given. He stares at her lips, not comprehending, refusing to understand what she says. He parrots the same words, a smile plastered to his face. He hears his voice and doesn’t know who is speaking. Cold metal is produced, he slides it along her finger. Such a sexual act, he thinks. He thinks of another girl as they kiss and turns to greet his audience as they are pronounced man and wife.
He doesn’t love her.
Present
She reads of his death in the newspaper. She knows, without looking, he is survived by a wife and three sons.
She reads how he was clutching her picture.
She drops the newspaper, her hands shaking and her heart reeling.
She looks over at the softly snoring figure beside her. She smiles warmly, recovering from shock a little at a time. She snuggles closer to the man beside her, withering and wrinkled hands entwining. She knows she made the right choice.
She sheds a tear for the man who lost her.
Present
Looking back, glancing over his life.
The past and the regrets.
Quiet and calm, he holds the gun to his temple and pulls the trigger, he holds her picture to his heart as the blood stains the pillow, his head falls backs.
Clutched to him, she is frozen in time and memory.
She is not his wife.
Past
A string of pearls encircle an ivory throat. She stands in front of the hallway mirror, gazing off into space and time, dreaming of nights long since forgotten in the abyss of memory and life. She tries to tear her eyes away from the pearls against her skin, tries to forget the reason they will never be her own. She looks into the dark blue eyes of a stranger, her doppelganger and twin, but a complete stranger. Her hand, coming up from her hips, falls back from those white drops of sand and lies placidly against the fabric of her skirt.
A voice calls somewhere in the distance, she turns from the mirror and another hand comes up to remove the pearls that now threaten to strangle her. She tears them away from her skin, the string breaking and pearls bursting from their captor’s hands to scatter on the mahogany floor. She doesn’t even stop to pick them up and, instead, runs away from the voice and out of the house. She tries to erase the image of pearls hitting the wooden floor, tries to un-hear the sound of them tinkling and the voice calling.
She loved him.
Past
He stands next to the reverend performing the ceremony, flanked by four gentlemen in black tuxedos. He watches his bride, on the arm of her father, float down the aisle. She is beautiful. Long, silky, blonde hair flowing down her back, tiny violets entwined in twin braids tied behind her head. She smiles at him, a timid smile, a rosy blush deepens across her face. Light blue eyes flick from the floor to him, barely meeting his gaze. As she turns to receive a kiss from her father, those eyes never leave his, blazing and bright.
He takes her hand, facing her as his performance begins. This will be his most brilliant of pieces. He feels her tremble, watches her lips move as she repeats the words given. He stares at her lips, not comprehending, refusing to understand what she says. He parrots the same words, a smile plastered to his face. He hears his voice and doesn’t know who is speaking. Cold metal is produced, he slides it along her finger. Such a sexual act, he thinks. He thinks of another girl as they kiss and turns to greet his audience as they are pronounced man and wife.
He doesn’t love her.
Present
She reads of his death in the newspaper. She knows, without looking, he is survived by a wife and three sons.
She reads how he was clutching her picture.
She drops the newspaper, her hands shaking and her heart reeling.
She looks over at the softly snoring figure beside her. She smiles warmly, recovering from shock a little at a time. She snuggles closer to the man beside her, withering and wrinkled hands entwining. She knows she made the right choice.
She sheds a tear for the man who lost her.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The First Episode of Sarai's Crazy Show!
Hey everyone!!
I discovered that I CAN upload videos from my mom's phone. It isn't the best quality, but it works. I have two episodes up at this link www.youtube.com/saraicrazyshow
So, now you will get your dose of Sarai. ^^ I'm hoping to make a new episode everyday... Let's see if I can do it. Let everyone know so that we can get a ton of views!! The more views the more I'll do for the show. ^^
Sarai
I discovered that I CAN upload videos from my mom's phone. It isn't the best quality, but it works. I have two episodes up at this link www.youtube.com/saraicrazyshow
So, now you will get your dose of Sarai. ^^ I'm hoping to make a new episode everyday... Let's see if I can do it. Let everyone know so that we can get a ton of views!! The more views the more I'll do for the show. ^^
Sarai
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The fate of the Crazy Show...
Current mood: betrayed
As many of you know, Pomegranate has left the crazy show. We won't go into the whys and the hows, but it has happened.
I am sorry that you are no longer able to view previous episodes on the YouTube. Whatever I have still saved to my computer I will post on here for people to see.
If anyone has any questions or anything that I can help you with I would be glad to answer them.
I may or may not start my own show. I don't know yet. If I do, there will be a blog. For now I just want to get more viewers back on here, as 26 people decided to leave with Pomme.
All for now,
Sarai
As many of you know, Pomegranate has left the crazy show. We won't go into the whys and the hows, but it has happened.
I am sorry that you are no longer able to view previous episodes on the YouTube. Whatever I have still saved to my computer I will post on here for people to see.
If anyone has any questions or anything that I can help you with I would be glad to answer them.
I may or may not start my own show. I don't know yet. If I do, there will be a blog. For now I just want to get more viewers back on here, as 26 people decided to leave with Pomme.
All for now,
Sarai
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