Why I love Brea part II

Brea says: Sick as a dowg…

Sara says: is it your glands? the one you were sucking on last night?

Brea says:hehe yesss… my nose is super stuffed and i have a sexy voiuce

Sara says: ooooh sexy voice... *is turned on*

Brea says:i know yui'd like it… now im trying to figure out my digi camera and get these pics on my comptuer

Sara says: i'm anxiously sitting here looking at eBay waiting to be informed that i've won this auction thinger… what kind of camera did you end up buying from her?

Brea says:ohh for what product?

Sara says: 4 coldplay tickets

Brea says: umm NO. SARA….

Sara says: hahah what?

Brea says: dont buy them!

Sara says: why?

Brea says: shiza .. i was going to keep this a s uper secret ...

Sara says: uh oh...

Brea says: your coming home present .. i got you a coldplay ticket

Sara says: *GASP*!!!!!!!! for which day?

Brea says: jan 26th… the friday

Sara says: thursday or friday.... oh shit.... OH! i'm getting them for THURSDAY the 26th

Brea says: what is the friday?

Sara says: my mom and dad are taking the family.... The 27th

Brea says: WHAT! Shiiiiiiit

Sara says: which day do you have them for???

Brea says: umm ..

Sara says: cuz if it's for the Friday…

Brea says: 27th

Sara says: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Brea says: but your going on thrusday?

Sara says: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS COLDPLAY TWICE!!!!! *FREAKS OUT AND FREAKS OUT AND FREAKS OUT*

Brea says: lol what! that is crazy!?

Sara says: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!!!!!! awwwwwwww reeegieeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

Why I love Brea

[warning: dirrrty]

Brea says: uhh my glands r soo swollen

Sara says: oh no... why? Have you been sucking on them?

Brea says: im not sure .... yesssssssss

Sara Says: well then STOP

Brea says: i cant!

Sara Says: is it addictive?

Brea says: maybe.

Sara Says: maybe i''ll suck on MY glands and see what happens. Yeah they’re not swollen. You smell like soot and poo.

Brea says: I KNOW I DO SHUT IF OFF

Sara Says: *slaps you* don't you talk to me that way BreANNE

Brea says: i can and WILL! saRA

Sara Says: i'll kick you in the face

Brea says: ill punch you in the ovaires!

Sara Says: when i get back i'm going to get you drunk and then fight you

Brea says: bring it!!

Sara Says: it'll be dirty and there will be lots of inappropriate touching

Brea says: i excpect NOTHING less… weeeeeeeeheoeooooooo

Sara Says: hahaha you and your noises… you’ll have to demonstrate some of them live for me

Brea says: lol... jen who i work with ... i talk to her on msn and shes like MAN brea .. you type just how you talk. I’m like I KNOW.

Sara Says: weaahoohhhhhhhhggggg.

Brea says: lol just like that

Sara Says: yay me. YAY ME.

Brea says: yay you. YAY YOU

Sara Says: don't mock me, breANNE

Brea says: shut if off saRA

Sara Says: do you want me to stab you in your left ventricle?

Brea says: umm possibly. Do you want a swift kick to the groin?

Sara Says: as long as you steer clear of my family jewels i think that i would like that very much

Brea says: i cant make any promises

Sara Says: well then. NO DEAL.

Brea says: YES DEAL

Sara Says: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THREATENING ME?!

Brea says: TO DO IT AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE…

Sara Says: i will set your ENTIRE BLOCK ON FIRE

Brea says: that would enclude yours SO BE MY GUEST

Sara Says: i don't live that close to you breANNE

Brea says: yes you do saRA

Sara Says: that's it. i am going to vomit all over your car when i get home.

Brea says: good that is what i want. It’ll add character

Sara Says: and SMELL

Brea says: GOOD

Sara Says: YES GOOD… i am so saving this conversation

Brea says: you better or I’ll break your left nut

Sara Says: HEHEHEHE

Brea says: GOOD

Sara Says: NO. BAD.

Brea says: shit ok

Sara Says: . I win. BreANNE

Brea says: no you don’t!!!!! You smell a LOT

Sara Says: you look like kenny rogers

Brea says: you smell like him

Sara Says: "I'm Kenny Rogers and this is the MILK STUNT" you smell like his left nut

Brea says: you ARE his left nut

Sara Says: well then you smell like me!

Brea says: dont MAKE me come over there and beat you

Sara Says: do it. i dare you.

Brea says: well NOW im offended

Sara Says: i'll buy you a plane ticket as a gift so i can meet you at the airport with a nailgun and hula your ass

Disappointed...

So, David Gray is coming to Vancouver, and I, having not been in Vancouver for the last six months, didn't find out about this until now. I have discovered that the show (at the Orpheum, my fave venue in Vancouver) is sold out. Makes me want to cry a little. The closest he's been since I've been a fan is San Diego, which was three and a half years ago.

I will find a way. But it would have been nice if I could have just bought a ticket plain and simple. Now there's so much more to consider. Burying bodies, extra equipment. Sigh. The things I do.

Merry Christmas!

I really have no idea if I'll have internet until I get home now, so I'll say it again:

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

When I get back I am going to take in a service at PPAC. There is something very exciting about the prospect of singing at the top of my lungs and worshipping in a sea of people. Oooh just thinking about it makes me very happy!

Karana quote of the day: "I want to take a picture of those sailors' butts, because I think it would make a really cool black and white photo... but, I can't quite get the angle right."

Memo From God: Sara, We Need To Talk

This is a continuation of my last post.

Last night I got locked out of my room. I had suspicions that I had left my key card in the room before dinner, but I had no way of knowing, and the office was shut until 8 am the next morning. Very unhappy, I searched and searched through my bag, but still no success. I couldn't very well go to sleep, because I had been typing up some stuff and burning pictures using my laptop, which I was no lugging around with me. After someone stole my Nalgene, I figured going to sleep with a laptop in my arms maybe wasn't the brightest idea.

I knew I had roommates; I had seen their stuff earlier. 11 came and went, and I started to wonder if I would have to stay up all night, a thought that made me really grumpy. So, I was sitting there in the common kitchen feeling sorry for myself, not having anything to do, when I decided, 'well, I might as well try to have a chat with God about all this "mememememe" stuff.' It felt like a chore, something I didn't want to do, because I know I've been bad. We all fall short, but in truth I haven't even been giving it my best shot lately. I've been too concerned about myself.

As soon as I started writing, my mood changed. I started to say sorry with my heart not just on paper. I always find it so ironic when I need God's help to truly confess to Him. Anyway, long story short, I finished, knowing I was forgiven, and felt heaps better about the prospect of staying up; it would only be one night, and I feel like I'm being dragged (willingingly) back on track this morning.

The thing is, no less than 15 seconds after I closed my notebook up, I heard noise in the hall, and saw two girls who just happened to have keys to my room. After hours of waiting, there they were.

Maybe I'm reading too much into this. But Maybe God decided that since I wasn't about to stop and take the time to make things right, He was going to give me an obvious reminder that He is in control. And that He loves me. I'm serious when I say that the only reason I decided to start writing out an apology (although it became much more sincere as I went along) is because I had nothing else to do. And yet for that He rewarded me with a place to sleep and the knowledge that He's wiped the slate clean.

I love experiences like this... it just cements for me that what I believe is true, and Who I believe in is real.

Um... Well... Hmm...

Something shameful that I realized today: I can't remember the last time I spent a chunk of time devoted to anything, or any One, other than myself.

An embarrassing (and sad) confession, but Dean's right. When we blog, we are aware of our potential audience. I'm thinking that that realization in itself will keep me more accountable??

Off-topic, but The Flaming Lips are starting to grow on me.