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I make fun of people. I admit that. But I don't freakin' blame things on people and then rub it in. And if I do, it's only because that person has done it first. And just hanging around Tammy, Pearl, Trinity, Ashley, and Alexis..that happens ALL the time. Thank God Gina's not like that. But really? Really? Why always blame me if I don't make it on time, or if I don't know where I'm going. I'm not freakin' perfect, you know??? Why then, do they start saying things like, "Sharai never knows where she's going?" or "Yea, I always get lost when I'm with her" or "Sharai's always late for everything, totally ruins it for the rest of us." WHAT THE HECK???!!!! It PISSES ME OFF!! Which is why I get so quiet when it happens. YOU should know this by now. I'm quiet when I'm EXTREMELY MAD. But no...The Sailor Scouts know EVERYTHING and just blame the one that isn't perfect. You know, I just feel like

Okay, so I just read Utada's blog and I'm totally forgiving her. A lot of people told me that she looked really disappointed for leaving so early in the listening party. STILL, I was RIGHT THERE. NEXT IN LINE. My disabled sister and I listen to her music (mostly because I make her listen and she likes it anyway) and I was really disappointed at how everything was handled. Why didn't they just play the single and answer questions WHILE taking photos and such?? HOW UNFAIR!!! I waited HOURS to see her, and now I've got nothing to show for it but a bright orange wristband and an unsigned picture of her. LAME. I blame her PR. No offense, but that could have been handled so much better if everything was more organized. I'm just so upset that I was RIGHT THERE. Oh well, I still love her and her music. Rock on, girl. Keep doing what you do, and I hope to someday get a picture and an autograph from you. This day was just completely bittersweet. Bitter because of afo

Ever been between sizes? Story of my life. haha. I've gained about 5 lbs. since the Christmas show @ Shepherd, and...trust me. It SHOWS. haha. You'd be surprised where all that chubbiness settles. Like Lisa says from "Sister Sister": "Once on the lips, goes down to the hips." And WOW have my hips gotten bigger, not to mention my face. UGH. Okay, not that I'm typing this, that sounds really bad. And I'm not obese, just a little pudgier than usual. I'm normally okay with the way I look, but apparently nobody else is. And I guess that's because they care, or they're just jerks. But I'm a gal that looks at the good things in people. So I'm taking their word for it and going on a diet. I've tried that Special K thing, and it actually works for me. I lost 12 lbs. in a few weeks when I tried it one summer. So that's what I'm going to do again; plus some pilates and yoga. YAY. But I'm wondering what other thi

Well, it's almost 1:00 in the freakin morning. I have a colossal migraine from all the questions people keep asking me, but at the same time, I kinda like it. Call me semi-sadistic, but it feels good to be needed once in a while. I've always been the girl who takes orders and doesn't give any, you know? I'm not the "take charge" kind, and I hate having the pressure of doing anything like that. However, it does feel nice when you know people are going to listen to you. Again, something I rarely experience. So I guess this migraine isn't so bad. Who am I kidding??? MY HEAD HURTS. I'm just typing because now I can't clear my mind and go to sleep. Aaaaaaaagh. Too many things to worry about and I'm only 18. Gosh, I just want to go to the top of a hill and scream until I turn blue. Hence this picture of me. Sweet dreams my fellow worrywarts and insomniacs!

I took this picture coming home from rehearsal one day. I know it's not my place to be blogging about it. I'm just wondering how many of us have thought about leaving. You know, running away from the situation we're in. Running away from the pressure, stress, and pain that we can no longer handle. I don't know who Robyn is. And I don't know Robyn's family or background. But I do know that Robyn is hurting. And I do know that someone is waiting for you, Robyn. God is also waiting. For each of us to come home to Him. We keep running as far away as we can; but He knows where we are. What we're doing with our lives. And His heart breaks that He's not a part of it. He's putting up signs everywhere, begging us to come home. But many of us don't listen. I've run away from God so many times, and it's a miracle that He still takes me back. I know what it's like to keep thinking, "I can't take it anymore." But runni

Myriads of shows have been premiering lately. But for those of us who are hardcore tv junkies, we try to stick with the shows we love the most till the end. This has absolutely nothing to do with me, since I'm definitely not one..a junkie, I mean. I do however take time out of my day to enjoy a few good laughs and scares from shows like Bones, Fringe, and Castle. Okay, OKAY. Maybe I am slightly a bit of a junkie, but I'm a rational one. There's a line, you know? Anyway, I just wanted to vent about these shows because they keep getting switched out for AMERICAN IDOL!!!! I totally understand those who just can't live without their 2 hours of AI every week, but COME ON PEOPLE!! I haven't seen a new episode of Fringe for WEEKS now. And it's not coming back till April. What about people like me who have yet to find out what William Bell looks like or what happened to Mr. Jones?? I'm being a total freak to talk about this, but I really can't live on Do

Sucks to be me!! Yay. At this moment, I am sitting in my living room, with a hairstyle closely resembling that of Don King and Macy Gray, and typing this up because, well...I am in PAIN. I tore up my shoulders, upper back, and some of my neck muscles on Monday after a couple hours of MOVEMENT that I wasn't ready for in my Theatre class. Don't get me wrong, it was COMPLETELY my fault. Didn't stretch after the last class, so I pretty much set myself up for disaster. I can't lift my shoulders, turn my neck or even type this without feeling some sort of throbbing pain. "Thank you, God, for Mr. Tylenol, Advil, Ibuprofen, etc. etc." So now I'm stuck at home. BLAH. Ugh, w/e. I am now thinking about dosing up on Breyer's ice cream and maybe some eggs. Hmmmm, sounds like an interesting breakfast, yea? Haha, you guys are probably thinking, "Ewww, that's stupid, Sharai. You can't eat that." Oh, but my dear friends, I WILL. HAHAHAHA L

Hey everyone, If you came here because of my Facebook, or because I asked you to read this, thanks. I can't begin to tell you how important this is. But first of all, I just want to say..that prayer WORKS. Many followers and believers of the God of the Bible can profess to this, including me. But it doesn't mean that it's always easy. Especially when you have to pray for people you don't necessarily like or agree with. And that brings me to the man who's name is the title of my post right now. Charles. Let me give you some background about Charles before I get into what happened in tonight's Bible study. You had better find a good place to sit, because this is going to be a LONG post...you ready? I'll start with Charles' daughter, Sarah. She's had a tumultuous life, filled with the many empty promises and pleasures the world offered to her as a teenager and young adult. She now has three beautiful kids of her own, but is still struggling with

Struggle. Hard to breathe easy. Where's the reset button? Why does life get harder each day? My eyes are getting heavy is it the pain or the need to get away? People don't know. IT eats away at me My eyes stay glued to what I see Abomination. Wish I could write my own story. Or is this the story I'm meant to write? Is it choice or the way my life is planned out? Alone. In a crowd of thousands. Bustling like a bee hive. Everyone has somewhere to go. Someone to see. Someone to BE. Am I being? or just here? Are these really my eyes? Is this really my face? Does this body really belong to me? Disgust from what I see. I say one thing but mean another Fake. Superficial. Artficial. Product of society. Made in country of Greed, Sloth, Lust Anger, Pride, Envy, Gluttony Oh, how I love my evil. I dress myself in it daily. I wallow with her companions more than I reach for the Sun the Son