The Voodoo Girl

Her skin is white cloth
And she's all sewn apart
And she has many coloured pins
Sticking out of her heart

She has many different zombies
Who are deeply in her trance
She even has a zombie
Who's originally from France

But she knows she has a curse on her
A curse she cannot win
For if someone gets
Too close to her

The pins stick farther in . . .

everything back but you . . .

The handle on the living room door is broken, and I'm watching my mother fix it. It makes me realize how far we have come since he left. He's gone. Of course I still wish he was still here and it was the same as before but he's gone.

He's gone, she's fixing things and we don't need him.

mark ryden

missing

maybe someday you'll look up,
and barely concious you'll say to no-one
isn't something missing?

isn't someone missing??

painted faces fill the places i can't reach . . .

a lil' bit of an insight :)

Three Names You Go By

1. Sarah
2. Weeez
3. Sazzle

Three Screen Names You Had

1. Riot~Girl
2. EvilVampirePenguin
3. BillieBobJebus

Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself

1. Hair
2. The girls ha ;)
3. Tattoos / Piercings

Three Physical Things you dont like about yourself

1. Skin
2. Whatever it is about me that makes people think im japanese. . seriously WTF?!?!?
3. Everything else

Three Parts of your heritage

1. Cabra
2. Ballyfermot
3. Bit of more cabra

Three things that scare you

1. DEEP WATER
2. pigs!
3. midgets/children

Three of your everyday essentials

1. music!
2. soup/ugos panini
3. phone

Three things you are wearing right now

1. BFMV tshirt ha
2. Jeans
3. Purple bra

Three of your favourite bands or musical artists

1. Paramore
2. Foo Fighters
3. H.I.M.

Three of your favourite songs right now

1. Paramore - (all their stuf) but their cover of Use Somebody, in prticular for now
2. H.I.M. - the funeral of hearts
3. Seether feat Amy Lee - broken

Three things you want in a relationship

1. Love
2. Laughter
3. Trust

Three of your favourite hobbies

1. music!
2. drawing/photography
3. going to comedy shows

Three things you want to do really badly right now

1. Robert Pattinson
2. Sing along to paramore SO LOUD!!
3. Check my farm

Three careers you have considered

1. Pathologist (seriously haha!)
2. Chef
3. Social worker

Three places you want to go on vacation

1. FORKS!
2. New Zeland
3. Finland

Three Names you like

1.Akasha
2.Benji
3.Hayley

Three things you want to do before you die

1. grow a beard!!
2. Robert Pattinson
3. learn how to play my guitar

Three Ways that you are a stereotypical girl

1. eh . . . i like playin with make up
2. umm. . ..eh . .
3. no thats as girly as i am . .

Three fantasy dinner guests

1. Hayley Williams
2. Ville Valo
3. Cartman

Three must haves

1. iPod
2. Photos
3. drawing stuff

fat day in bray BRE!!

So, myself and The Daily Dreamer, on one of our days of cameras, wandering and LOTS of food resuts in this :) . . . .

well, i guess ill make my own way . . .

mmmmmmmmm hayley williams!!

are you happy out there, in this great wide world??

I'm sitting here, looking out of my window. . . There's a strange man standing beside a shiny black car parked right outside my house. He's waiting for something. I walk towards the window to get a better look, hiding behind the curtains so he doesn't catch me watching him. How embarrassing would that be??

This man is my father. His face telling me the story I'm so desperately trying to forget.

It's funny how relationships change. One day hes my hero, my role model, every bar of the person I want to grow to be.

But now its been 4 yrs, and I'm looking at this man who I don't know.. .

I see my brother walk up to him, get in the car and they drive off. . . chatting I assume, about school, and . . um I dunno, what do fathers talk about with their children again?? . .

But I'm watching this scene and I'm feeling ashamed of how relieved I am that I don't have to do what my dear brother just did. .

just let them think, theres no place else youd rather be . . . .

It's midnight. I.m waiting to cross the road, all of my attention, transfixed on a vivid red, golden leaf falling from a sycamore tree, floating gently towards the ground.

It's Autumn, the season of change. I can sense it, it feels mysterious, exciting! But as i continue walking, leaves crunching beneath my feet, i find myself thinking, what exactly is changing??

I don't usually do the whole new years resolution thing, but this year i made an exception. Yes, by 31st of December 2009, everything will be different. I was going to change my life completely, my general outlook, my attitude, my total defensiveness. I will be a different person by the end of the year.

I have always believed that there was some sort of plan laid out for me, and because of this, i felt sort of. . .invincible. Like no matter what came my way, i would overcome it. No matter how down or depressed i got, I'd always come out of it because that's not part of 'the plan'

but now . . .I'm not too sure. . .

It's been a difficult few weeks. Life seems to be throwing everything at me, pushing my limits simply to see where my breaking point is, and it seems that at any moment, life is about to break me.

Yes, I promised myself things would be different. But, looking out the window, I see Summer is very quickly changing to Autumn. I'm watching the leaves falling from the trees, the nights get longer, colder. The skies get quieter as the birds escape the gloom of winter.

I'm standing here, completely still, stuck . . .living the same day over and over again and again, watching everyone else around me grow and move on with their life.

The year is coming to an end and I'm not keeping any of my promises to myself.

If change is so good, why am i so afraid??

and then it rains . . . .

So I'm sitting in the cinema . .thanking god for the darkness as the tears stream down my face. . .iv become that girl.

I've changed my mind . . . .its not worth it.

thats what you get when you let your heart win . . .

As i was walking home from work today, i came across a young girl walking towards me. As she passes me i can see she is obviously crying. . . .and i cant help but imagine myself in her shoes . .and wonder . . . why??

Suddenly, I'm the girl, walking down the road, head down, trying to hide my tears and broken heart as i brush my hair back over my eyes. As i assume this is the reason for her tears, i realise how terrifying this is. . . .

To give yourself completely to someone. To willingly give them the power to hurt you more than anyone else in the world. Your heart is not yours anymore, but theirs, to do with, what they will.

But can you fully blame them when they do hurt you?? . .when you are the one who gave them the power??

I picture the girl in my mind and find myself thinking . . . .is it worth it??

i think so. . . .

Blue Skies!! . . . . .

So i did it!! I threw my ass out of a perfectly working plane for no apparent reason whatsoever . . . and lived!!

Then a man who I’m pretty sure was named Roger came over to me. . . .He’s the man I would be attached to as I plummet to the ground! . . . FUN!! He tightened my harness and talked me through what I had to do.

We were ready to go!! . . . We walk out of the hanger. . . It’s raining!!

We would have to wait for the weather to clear before we went up! . . .

So we waited around for about an hour, getting more nervous with every minute that passed. Sorting out my last will and testament, you know, just in case I died. Everything would be fine now that my tortoises had a good home to go . . . . I was called. It was time . . .

By now 3 more people arrived so the plane was full on the way up. It was decided that I would be 3rd out. We got to 10,000ft and the door was opened.

FUCK!!! . . . . . . . . . .

The wind gushed into the plane and the noise of it was deafening. The first pair jump. . .

The second . . .

Roger tells me to kneel on the floor, I do, put one leg out of the plane, and I do that too. . . . . .Now jump!

So I’ve just jumped out of a plane! But instead of falling straight towards the ground like all the others, I’m spinning and tumbling all over the place! . . . And I’m thinking,

WOAH I TOALLY GOT THE BEST JUMPER DUDE!!!! . . .

About 10 seconds after we stopped spinning, the parachute opens and I start floating towards the ground, I land. AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m detached from Roger and he asks me what I thought of all the spins and twirls when I got out of the plane. .AMESOME!!! . . . .But apparently they weren’t planned, and I had kicked him out of the plane nearly killing us both. OOPS. .

Only me!!

loves the funeral of hearts . . .

The Viking Ship . . .

On holiday in Portugal. Visited a place called Zoomarine. They had one of them Viking Ship ride thingys . . . EXCITEMENT!!!

I had never been on one before and it looked quite amazing, so I begged the aul siblings to go on it with me. My sister and I on one end. My brothers on the other. This was going to be AMAZING!!!

It started to swing . . . . I started to cry . .

After like two swings I was lying across my sister’s lap screaming. Everyone was laughing at me. MORTIFYING!!

And I’m supposed to be jumping out of a plane on Sunday!

Im scared to know . . .Im always on your mind.

i fell in love with this song! . . . so i said i'd share :)

an hour of COMPLETE TORTURE!!

So, I’ve organised to meet Sharon at half past seven, going to my kickboxing class. As I’m leaving the house I do the usual checks. The four items I just can’t leave the house without. Phone, money, iPod, keys. All are present and correct. I leave.

Deciding to go with bullet for my valentine I delve right into my own world, on stage, doing some AMAZING shredding, in front of tens of thousands of adoring screaming fans. Until, I’m distracted buy a dodgy group of loud obnoxious teens. I keep my head down. Continue on my way. Back into my head.

I get to the GAA club and think maybe I should ring Sharon, to make sure she’s on her way, as I didn’t fancy standing outside Spar on my own like a complete weirdo! . . . .

Phone nowhere to be seen! . . . . Start to panic! . . . . .

All that’s left to do is back-track my steps. So walk all the way back to my house, searching every inch of the ground like some kind of bloodhound. No luck.

So, there’s not much else I can do, phone is gone, DEVASTATED!!!! . . . I start walking back towards spar, to meet Sharon. With no clue what time it is, all my numbers gone, photos, messages, MUSIC!!!. All gone! I decide to just get over it and continue walking, I was sure she’d be there on time. I get there. No sign of Sharon. I walk around for a while. Waiting. Until I see her coming round the corner. So I tell her about my . . . episode. . and just after I’ve finished ranting about ‘LOOSING MY POXY PHONE!!!!’ , her phone starts ringing, and apparently I’m the one ringing her. So she answers and a young girl is on the other end. Telling her that she found this phone and she was the last number I had called and if she met up with her could she give it to her to give to me.

SHOCKING!!! . . . .She said she could meet us at the bridge to give it back to me.

We walk to the bridge, and standing in front of us, is the three ‘loud obnoxious teens’ I had passed earlier on the way.

Appearances can be deceiving.

MY FIRST BLOG EVER!!!

Well hello everyone, so im Sarah, and as youve probably already guessed from the title, this is my first blog! . . .excitement!! . . . iv been thinking about setting this up for a while, and i’ve finally done it!! . . . and as I’ve been described as a ‘complete technophobe’ by many people it’s not at all unusual that I’m finding this fairly confusing and scary . . . .so be nice hehe

I suppose this is where i tell you about myself?? . . . but, i dont really have time for that at the moment so thats what my NEXT blog will be