Well, here I am.

This is not permanent. I am doing it for the sake of my dearly beloved brother, David Christopher Johnson.

I tried to climb the fence the other day between Creekview and the neighborhood. I fell into the spiky bushes and bruised myself. Why did I even try? Is this symbolic of life?

Also Micah Talyor makes me laugh. *puts extra bowl back**sobs*

And Joel Allen who said if he could give Miranda W. anything for her bday it would be a big ol' sloppy kiss. Same answer for "What if you were a girl?" There must be more than fiber in that boys head, but I am not sure.

Good day to you all. 

I must be honest. I know that I say I don't care what I look like the first day of school, and this is partially true, but deep down there is a little bit of me that says "Sarah, you do care a little bit what you look like."

I know this outward beauty stuff is really, in the long run, a facsimile of a sham. But when we are totally honest with ourselves, we know that other people see what's on the outside first- and therefore we care about what we look like.

Now I just have to pick my outfit for the first day of school. Should I wear my hair straightened or curly?

Maybe I am wrong and I am the only person who cares. But I don't think I am.

Next time you see me, the first impression you might have is that I now have a lurking pimple emerging on my head. That is not so. That is the wrath of Zachary.

I was playing airplane with Rebecca and he came over carrying one of his babies (aka. A dancing Rudolph stuffed animal with a hard plastic bottom). He was looking mighty cute and innocent when the boy raises Rudolph in the air and wacks me with the hard bottom. HARD. On the head. It hurt like billy-o. There were some tears, as Rebecca pointed out later.

Zachary saw the tears to and proceeded to give me a big hug. Which was enough compensation for me. He really is cute.

But now it hurts every time I move my forehead... :)

P.S. I am going on mission trip next year. Just thought you should know. You may go on with your lives now. Oh wait, what lives?

Why do I waste hours of precious life on Xanga?

Lets be honest here- when we aren't spending our time on Xanga, reading totally useless and almost always pointless posts (mine included), we are thinking up our next posts- which will probably be stupid and a waste of life, but who cares as long as it's funny right?

This does not mean that I am leaving the Xanga community, it just means that I expect more comments. :)

p.s. If you don't like the new layout- feel free to let me know. Don't be too harsh though, I did spend an hour making it...

EDIT: how about now?

"Turn to your own armpits before smelling your neighbors."
                                                -David Johnson (jr.)

I won't tell you the context in which this comment was made. Feel free to draw your own conclusions.