Been a while, eh? Well. A lot's happened since I last posted! Let's see if I can try and get it all in order.

Er...well, I was in beauty school for almost 3 weeks, and it was...eh, alright. But now, er, I'm not. Let's just say my instructor...wasn't the nicest person, haha.

I'll be going back in November, though! Until then, I'm applying for jobs and nursing my beauty blog back to health - I don't want to just sit around twiddling my thumbs for a month! Also doing all the pages in my workbook, so when I go back, I'll have virtually no homework. Bam! In your face, menopausal esthetics instructor!

Hm, what else...oh, there's a boy now (we'll call him Beau from here on out). He's really cool. Our relationship is long distance...but it has many upsides. Sure, there aren't many snuggles...but there's an emotional connection that just can't be beat. We should be seeing each other soon! Hooray hooray for us.

Little brother had his birthday last week! Ironically, it was the day after Beau's birthday, on the 25th. He's three now! Jesus. Why can't he stay little!? I'm proud of him though - he's hella smart! He speaks very well, and he knows his ABCs! He's still working on numbers, though. Once he gets them down, I'm gonna try and teach him his numbers in spanish! n.n

Hrm...well what do you know, I think that's it! Haha. There's a LOT more that's happened, but I'd rather not type for an eternity (or at least, until I gave up and went to bed). I still have posts to type for the beauty blog - I've neglected it for way too long!

Hope all's well with you delightful little folks!

PS. Thank God I graduated high school already - its a requirement!

These days I've been losing weight and loving it. People are noticing that I'm more slim, and that I've been taking note of what I eat. Normally when I have cravings for sweets, I either pick up a bag of trail mix or munch on celery, carrots or olives. Yesterday was a bad day - I had four ice cream bars! And today, instead of sticking to celery and tea, I picked up a wine cooler instead.

Yeah, bad idea. After downing most of the beverage with my supper, I said to Mom: "Hay....I hadda wine cooler...and now I wanna take a nap."

Her response: "Mmmph. DRUNK."

And I said: "Whaaaat nahhhh."

But its true. Although I'm not drunk to the point that I can't form proper sentences, I'm still kind of wobbly, and I'm giggling at stupid shit even more than usual (which is a LOT). Even the thoughts in my head are slurred. "Waaaat dah fuck wasss I thinkinnnns?"

Moral of the story? Stick to the celery. Trust me on this.

Mom told me that her next doctor's appointment is on the 29th, and that they'll be doing tests to make sure the cancer is all gone. However, if cancer is still present, then there's nothing they can do, and Mom will have only one year to live.

This pisses me off.

First off, they used DIRTY TOOLS on my mom during her surgeries...she put her life in their hands thinking they would help her and they've caused her more grief than the actual cancer has. They sent her home with an infection for HER FAMILY to deal with...can you imagine? Thank God there's a lot of nurses in our family, or we'd be fucked.

Second...they never do what they say they will. They put off Mom's surgery for MONTHS...she was constantly in pain...these doctors are lazy, and only do the minimum amount of work to try to help their patients instead of the maximum. Again, we're doing things the DOCTORS should be doing...

I told Mom that the "one year" thing is BS - with exercise and healthy habits, she can live well past the given year. But thanks to that gaping wound in her tummy, she can hardly move. Who do we have to thank for that, huh?

I just want to make sure my little brother doesn't have to say "bye bye" to his Mom before his 4th birthday. Is that so much to ask?

Been exhausted lately - going back and forth from chores, taking care of mom, and keeping an eye on my little brother has really been taking a toll on me. Mom has ovarian cancer, and she had her second surgery last week. However, the surgery was botched because the surgeon didn't use clean instruments. So now the incision going down her tummy is infected. And guess who had to learn how to clean/stuff it?

Yeaaaah.

Of course, I didn't mind. I've had to clean mom's wounds before. No big deal.

Or so I thought...

Not gonna lie, it was scary as hell. I mean, I saw the lining that was keeping her insides inside of her! What if THAT got infected? I'd be saying Bye Bye Mommy ten times over.

I was going to clean it today, but since I was at school taking my AP test, she did it herself. That had to have been an ordeal: dad was at work, and she was all alone with my little brother - who took it upon himself to tear apart the kitchen while mom was bedridden. He got a stern talking to when I got home from school.

...And a whack across the head. You know how much mopping I had to do? Half a bottle of Pine-Sol, gone!

And my AP test?...well, it didn't go so well.

First, since the counselor didn't order the tests on time, we had to come back to school a week after we thought we'd never have to again.

Second, the kids were joking around a lot, and the counselor said, "Sarah's the only one that hasn't said anything!" Of course I'm not saying anything - Its 7:45 in the morning; I'm tired and I don't like these people. I should be at home caring for mom. But of course, a classmate I like to call Little Miss Fat-Ass says, "That's cos Sarah's a kiss ass!"

Oh, so being exhausted and respectful of adults makes me a suck-up? Well. Better off a suck-up instead of a fat whore.

You know...just saying.

Third, I didn't even get to finish the writing section. I had plenty of time, but my other AP-mates finished early and bitched at me because I "was taking too long"...not to mention LMFA running her mouth in the corner. So I only completed one essay instead of the required two. The counselor told me I could stay and finish, but I wanted to hurry up and get away from them all.

After tomorrow - GRADUATION! - I'll never have to see them again.

The only good thing about my day was that I got to see my favourite teacher today - my math teacher! Ironically enough, I failed his class horribly, but he understands why. Plus, he's the only one that really cares to ask about my mom. I really appreciate that, and I'll miss him once all of this is over.

Moving on...

I'm thinking I'm ready to get back on the dating scene, but at the same time, I'm not so sure. I've been through too much bullshit, and I've yet to meet a guy that genuinely likes me and doesn't want to get in my pants. Where's my perfect guy?

So for the past few days, I've been checking out Lovelyish. At first, I really liked it...now, not so much. After reading the posts, I noticed that every other comment I see is some girl patronizing the poster as if the sun is shining out of their ass. As a beauty blogger and aspiring makeup artist, that annoys the shit out of me. You read these types of blogs to learn something. If you don't like or agree what's being said...keep your mouth shut - or, even better, close the page. Its easy (really, it is).

From now on, I will be limiting my time on Lovelyish. I'm better off staying within the Blogger community where everyone is actually friendly, and have nice, constructive things to say.

Don't go getting used to me all smiling and being jolly and shit...

Ah, what a lovely day. The sun is out...the birds are chirping...there's a whore or two walking about the street corner...oh yes, summer is a lovely time of year. Especially since I'm finally out of school. May I get a complimentary "woot woot"?

...Damn, guess not.

Either way, I'm glad to be out of high school. Unlike my classmates, I am not sentimental at all, and I will only miss a few of my fellow pupils and teachers. I always felt out of place in school. I mean, I got along with everyone alright. But I didn't belong to one group - there's the yearbook folks, the football dudes, the "dragon" kids, the dumb bitches, and then there's...me. That One-Weird-Girl-That-Always-Wears-The-Hat.

The good part, though? I'll soon be heading off to college, and will never have to see their faces again. The bad part? I'm going to a college I hate. But I'll elaborate on that another day. I have other blogging duties to fufill, and mom is back from the hospital.

In closing: goodbye, dearest high school - we hardly knew ye (and never really cared to).