long post, sorry in advance.

You are a RSYG--Reserved Sentimental Physical Giver. This makes you a Nice Guy/Nice Girl.

Oh, poor RSYG. You're the one all your friends of your target sex *should* be dating when you have to watch them go out with jerks. You're the sweet one that the lead in a romantic comedy ends up with after s/he learns a valuable lesson. You're the best friend, the chaperone and the shoulder to cry on when you should be the lover. Well, no one ever said people were smart.

You dislike conflict -- you prefer to express yourself through action, not discussion -- but you know it is necessary. This means you are more likely to tackle an issue before it grows, but you're also more likely to stop fighting before the issue is resolved to your satisfaction. This isn't necessarily a bad thing -- it's kind of a nice compromise between fighting about everything and fighting about nothing -- but you have to remember to look out for your own interests sometimes.

You have a strong sexual appetite, but it seems so out of place with the rest of your persona that people find it hard to believe. Often they try to shield you from sexual content -- it's ridiculous, but you can use it to your advantage: everybody wants someone clean in the kitchen and dirty in the bedroom. That's you.

You don't want to cheat, but you might. Especially since it's only when you're in a relationship that you start getting the attention from your target sex that you should have been getting all along. Your experiences could make you misanthropic if you weren't so tenderhearted.

A lot of RSITs think they're RSYGs. They're not.

You'll end up with someone who deserves you in the end.

Of the 51783 people who have taken this quiz, 4 % are this type.

eerily accurate.  and sadly accurate.  :(

Well, I had a long talk with alex on the phone yesterday until my mother came into the room and I had to tell her she was fat to make her go away.  Baisically, i kicked horny boys out of my room for him and he hung up on jessicachang for me, so we're even steven!!  But, look what he wrote, and I think he owe's me one...

alexshiozaki: actually one of my friends at ucla commented on how many hot girls there were at ucla.  apparently they have their share. uh not that you should be worried or anything... 
alexshiozaki: maybe i should discreetly switch topics
alexshiozaki: guess what color the Brown envelopes are?

saralex is no more.

Taken from Ben’s Xanga:

"Basically, for all of us, what profession, other than the one we want to pursue, can you picture all of us doing. For ejemplo (for example)... you couldn't say hoe for Sara"

Well, that is a very interesting question indeed. The results?

Andrew says,

"Sara- first female asian president"

Lisa says,

"Sara: Strict, violent violin teacher by day, dancer by night."

Ben says,

"Sara: Eternal Jr. Miss"

Jippy says,

"you can be...my trash collector"

A very wide range indeed. The question arises, "DOES ANYBODY KNOW ME?!" I'm so going to be a personal Ian Thorpe tamer!! 

OH yeah, I'm not going to Andrew (the Monty Andrew)'s house today, because I don't feel like it.  Oh, and if I seemed out of it yesterday when you called me about it Ben and Andrew, i was sleeping and was really groggy.  But, I'll definitely go to Frisco with y'alls Saturday! 

Sidenote: Eric's xanga: www.xanga.com/dollaranite.  I designed it, and am very proud!!  I couldn't think of a good name tho...  Btw, that's eric

and I also have an x rated pic of him, playing the guitar, dressed as a ninja, with a fat ass boner, dancing on top of a washing machine with elliott inside. 

Sam's xanga for Euro pics: www.xanga.com/sammmiee... I miss europe like I miss your mom.   

And i'm off!! like your pants

Here’s a list of 10.5 ish people who mean the world to me, so look for yourself, and don’t read what I put by other numbers too carefully. EDIT: I only included people who actually read this xanga.  That means no memories of Sarosh! Oh yeah, the pictures kinda give it away, but it’s not like you guys wouldn’t guess who the numbers represent anyway!

1. We go back a long way... Back to guitar strumming and cool ‘cats’ made out of decrecendo’s and accents. (Chen is such an asshole!) I still cannot believe you went wading in the fountain... In PUBLIC, and I have not gotten the courage to return to that store where you broke the violin and ran out without paying for it! Haha, I thought Timmy was your boyfriend because you kept on talking about him in your sleep! How was I supposed to know he was your dog? Wow, we spent two hours searching for a smoothie in Vienna, and yet we had to settle for four dollar Fanta in a fancy glass...Some smoothie eh? I really really am soooo glad I got to know you, and you are seriously the nicest person I know. Some people might say that’s a bad thing, but it’s not, and it’s the reason why I love you! Muwah! Thanks for understanding in Europe, and washing clothes was certainly interesting! Wow, I just remembered we went through like ten boxes... I’ll miss you!!!!

2. Although you may be the world’s biggest slut,  and I totally OWN you at Gongi, we have grown closer during sixth period,  and I certainly do appreciate you breaking the monotony. Somos modelos! Uno, dos, tres, POSE! Haha, I remember you doing your model pose while standing upright... And yes, I believe I do have a picture of that! And a picture of you looking very sexy indeed in that sari... But that’s besides the point. The point is, WE WILL BEAT JARED! No, that wasn’t it. The point is, thanks for always being there to point out how stupid I can be, and thanks for being my first. Haha, first genuine SLUT I’ve met that is!

3. I can honestly say that I’ve never met someone so like me!  And oh yeah baby, that’s a good thing! From Anne of Green Gables (I won’t say any more uncharitable statements, I SWEAR!) to agreeing about how to balance school and... other stuff, I just cannot believe how incredibly lucky I was to have met you and gotten to know you better. Haha, we are sooo lq’s all the way! (I can see Alex shaking his head in disgust...)

Thank you so much for consoling me, putting up with my bitchings, and over all, being the greatest, bestest friend I could ever possibly dream of. Seriously, you are just awesome, and I can’t believe we weren’t closer friends before. I miss hanging out with you!! We still need to have that shopping/sleepover day. And, this is totally besides the point, but did you know Jeff got kicked out of his second music camp (the one he went to after tour) because of his drinking problem? Btw, you still need to moon someone... And tell Wes I love him!

4. My sexy orange friend! Thanks for practicing how to walk like a skank with me in the mall. You should have bought that plaid sweater thing! I have never seen you look better! You are such a good friend, and I will go to the next movie group... Maybe... If I feel like it... Man, you are the friend who always keeps me grounded. You drag me to movie groups when I don’t want to go, and force me to smile when I’m having shitty days. I have a feeling this year is going to be good because you’re in so many of my classes!

5. Opah! Sorry I made fun of you for the better part of the summer... I really regret it (not). Haha, I still maintain that if ever there was a cum guzzeling gutter slut, that’s you!  Naw, seriously, you have witnessed some of the absolute shittiest moments of my entire life, and no matter what, after I talked to you, I always felt better! Whether when you hid behind a curtain (was it to avoid the smell of Tobin’s feet?) so I didn't feel like baggage  or when you cheered me up two days ago, your advice/coolness has really helped me out a lot. Thank you. Haha, I still remember that day when while taking the underground you insisted that ‘real men don’t use maps’ and you crumpled up our map and threw it on the ground. Thank God Andrew picked it up! Opah, sorry for spilling your soda in Cologne, it was totally unintentional. Omg, I just realized how we met... When number 1 and I knocked on random doors to see who was up for a conversation! Then we went to that Internet Cafe and ate our first of many ice cream cones. Well, dubious beginning or not, you’re officially cool, and you’ll always be my brother! Oh yeah, I do not practice the violin on my right side.

6. Well, you were my teacher, and it did prepare me well! Your profound thoughts certainly made their lasting mark on mr brubaker, and on me as well. I remember your essay on how Romeo and Juliet were two hedonists who only wanted luvin... That was a kick ass essay, and you are a kick ass person! I heart Express as well, and we need to go shopping! Omg, that certain someone in our biology class is so hot whether josh will admit it or not! Well, we have both done Jared, so that makes us milk sisters eh? Haha, just kidding everybody! What, has nobody seen Y Tu Mama Tambien?!

7. Man, you kept me sane in Europe. From artichokes  to your two left feet (literally), we had some awesome times. Sorry for making you sleep on the ground all those nights! And for taking your innocence. I so corrupted you... And you liked it! Haha, just kidding! But seriously yo, staying up with blankets in the hallway of that Hilton, spying and talking about abortion is my fondest memory ever. I cannot believe that hotel reflection... Well, you know what I mean vs.

Thanks for telling me all about those copulating moths, yeah, that made my day! And that gushing water in the pool was certainly interesting, thank god you weren’t taller or instead of hitting you in the stomach... Well, as a result of hanging out with you, I have listened to hours of songs through one ear,  kicked two horny boys out of my hotel room so you could get some sleep, jumped on tobin for two euros (it was so worth it!)  went on a ferris wheel,  found my twin  (but we really need to work on out name. I mean come on now, Saralex is not the best name, especially when you say it outloud... Or was the point?), did laundry in a bathtub , boiled artichokes in a coffee maker , stolen butter by placing it in a hollowed out roll of bread, played soccer with random frechmen, walked through the alley of dog shit in Paris, beat you MISERABLY in air hockey, and overall, had the greatest, most fantastic time EVER. All thanks to you. Ps, your abs? HOT HOT HOT!!

8. You are the tricky one. I don’t know how things are between us right now, but you do mean so much to me, so I have to include you in this list! Cologne... I would give anything to be back there right now. Walking through the masses of drunk Germans, watching fireworks, and getting horribly lost (dorint? Dome?) Fun times! I cannot believe that night I slept with a wet towel. Haha, but, we didn’t get in trouble with Jennifer did we? Well, not on that day anyway. I’m looking at the duck you bought me right now, and it reminds me of Cory.  But that’s besides the point. We’ve had about a years worth of shit all compacted into the space of a month and a half. Crazy times, up, then down, then neutral, and now this. You know what? I still wouldn’t trade all those memories for anything else in the world. Cologne, at the Dorint, swimming, seeing you high as a kite (and I do NOT look like a marshmallow!), crazy rabid seagulls, the beach, the golf course (and my mom... Aiyah!), movies and more movies... Sigh. As my first everything, you were really the best, and I wish you luck and happy... ‘stuff’ at UCLA. Oh yeah, AVP still sounds crappy no matter how you try and explain it! Happy almost birthday, and thanks for mailing my book back! Mm... coolwater!!

9. Hey! Thanks for helping me out in math class! You are always the go to guy whether in spanish, math, english, history... Umm.. Well, you get it. I always love seeing your smile in the mornings, and your renditions of the pledge of allegiance. oh yeah, blond hair?  way sexy!  

10. Haha, you... I heard that song you did for your talent, and I started dancing to it! I couldn’t help it!  The only bad thing was I was missing the basketball, so I baisically pretended to dribble and then took off my pants... Just kidding! You were my best buddy through those cake eating, nail biting times, and thanks for keeping me down to earth. Tell Sherwin I love him!

11. I love you! You will know who you are after you see these pics...  and that is why you don't put Eric and my underwear in the same room.  or eric and wax... .  haha, aww!

12. Sydney! Mrs. Gimpy! Lopsop! From volleyball to your being Josh’s twin and all, I really cannot fully express how much your friendship means to me. So I won’t even try. You know how great you are, and I do too!  10 things all the way!! 

I'm officially single, and the only reason I'm putting this on xanga is because I don't want to talk about it in person.  Ever. 

So, I made slight revisions in my top ten list of things to do before I die. 

1) Run over a watermelon with a golf cart
2) Slap someone in the face with a fish
3) Bake pot brownies
4) Put a condom on my foot
5) Strip (preferably when I'm not alone...)
6) IAN THORPE!!!!
7) Get a tattoo on my butt that says "scratch and sniff here"
8) Get someone to actually scratch and sniff there
9) Act like an octopus in a crowded public restroom
10) Take a crap on Mrs. Aballo's lawn

I smell like Coolwater and it makes me sad.

something is terribly ary regarding my computer!  It crashes and stalls, and does all sorts of other horribly fantastic things (when you consider it is after all inanimate).  This is just great, I have to computer shop which is (and I say this with utmost deference to my brother the computer engineer) the most BORING task ever.  The problem is, all computers tend to look the same to me.  Besides the color.  When I tried to explain to my parents that my new computer needs to be silver I got extremely blank stares.  GAH!

On Sunday I tried to get my parents in a good mood to break it to them that Andrew was coming over whether they liked it or not.  (and the answer is... not).  So, I said to my dear ol pa, "Dad, tell me a joke."  And what does that flipping bastard say?!  "You're California's Jr. Miss... BAHAHAHAHAH!!" And he proceeds to nearly crap his pants because he was guffawing so hard.  Yeah, I hope that laugh made you nice and constipated you undeserving wench! 

Today was the first day of school.  It was sucky, but that was to be expected.  I have some of the worlds stupidest people in my classes, so we all know what that means... uncontrolled eye twitching every two seconds!  Joy...

However, I guess I do need to be back in school mainly for these reasons:

1) I didn't respond the first time when someone referred to me and Josh as Sarosh. 
2) Someone was smoking weed in the bathroom and I could tell .
3) I started 'playing' Hoe Down in the middle of my english class using my pencil and binder
4) I talked about yesterday at Eric's house as though it occured months ago (that dog was raping me I SWEAR!!)
5) When someone asked me what grade I was in, I replied instinctively '11th'

The one good thing was that I discovered I have classes with a bunch of people I've never had classes with before.  Or that I've never had many classes with before.  The one bad thing was I will not be witnessing any breaking of bones this year because sadly the Gimpy is in only one of my classes.  Sadness... and with Marvin gone (to Thailand was it?) there will be nobody to gesticulate the motions for aNiMoSitY!  And no naming random feathers Sydney... and no death threats in my math notebook... :(.  I will miss those death threats wholeheartedly.  Death by pink sparkly dildo is not an option any longer! 

Well, I'm off to bed like a good little girl.  Lunch was interesting, let's not hang out with the ho's again please!  omg, i never noticed what a good complexion Martin has!  Kelley, I have to agree on this one... too bad he's a dick!