Sheep is in pain.

I got sunburn all over my back and legs. I guess the good news is that my legs aren't GROSSLY pale anymore. Oh well.

Seriously.

How many more celebrities are gonna die? It's awful.

Dad, I'd love for you to shut up sometimes,

Seriously. This past week, he's just been putting me down. Immensely. And I'm hurting, which he apparently doesn't care about. I understand the whole "hey, I'm so manly. emotions are for sissies. shut your mouth, you're a failure in life because you're not exactly like me." ego thing, but I'm not a boy. Yes, girls are full of crappy estrogen and cry over everything, but that does NOT give you the right for kicking a puppy when it's already down. Yes, I hesitated for A SECOND to call a chinese food place, so I have no social skills whatsoever?

But that's not the worst part of it. You know why I'm so sensitive about my voice? Because every time I fail an audition, I get angry over it. And then my dad finds out about it and makes fun of me, telling me I can't do it.

Thanks for the support, Dad. Love you, too.

I think I messed up my clock.

Wait...I don't think I messed it up. I DID mess it up.

Actually, it's one of those things you can get really deep into. (like the Life cereal thing) Because once you think about, when you mess around with the hours and minutes, sometimes it feels like you're springing yourself into the future, as long as you don't have any other clocks around. Know what I mean?

Anyways. I just changed the time around on my clock by accident because I was trying to change the alarm so I was like "blehblehblehscrewit" and now I dunno. But either way, I'm probably not gonna fix it. Maybe I'll mess it up even more later.

Hannah and her need for Domino's.

I'm stuck with 6 slices of pineapple pizza. Not that it tastes bad, but she just freaking forgot to take the pizza home with her. D:<

Who am I in love with this week?

Mumford & Sons
Wintersleep.



Freaking amazing bands. <3

It's hot out recently.

Like, really hot. Stupid mother nature....

CRAP. THE NAZIS WON, WHAT THE CRAP. WHAT. THE. CRAAAAAAAAP. D:<

I'm so mad right now.

My 100th post extravaganzaaaaaaaa!

I'm not sure what to put here, honestly. It's a lazy Saturday evening (although I'd rather say afternoon, whether if it's evening or not. Afternoon just sounds fancier to me.) and Ferris Bueller's Day Off is on Vh1. Yaaaaaaay.

Hannah and I just ate 2 pizzas from Domino's because she was just going ON AND ON AND ON about wanting Domino's ALL FREAKING DAY. Really.

/yg cftghc gvbnju/ ybh ujybnujmnh ui gybh njm k,v.

She just did that.

Aaaaaaaand the inside of my hip kinda hurts a little, whatevs.

We're listening to Circa Survive. Hannah likes them a lot. She does NOT want to kill them because thatd be retarded lol (from hannahdg fjkbgjdskbfjkasdfjdx dog poop)

I seriously have to stop letting people keyboard smash up my blogposts.njygt7rugyhjkloujinmk

^Like that, see?^

Oh well, her phone just vibrated. And now she has to leave soon.

My phone is currently on top of my head.

And she's abusing me with it. But not as bad as Dan Noe.

Hannah is awesomeeeee jus sayinnn...

(and you all know I don't type like that.)

nugget......?

I feeeeeeeeeeel like a windchime,knhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....................................zero tolerence for bullying says audubon high school. lies ow sam bit me. she makes fun of my typos i am a whore i made sam say she's a WHOREBUCKETPOOPLIONPICKLEEGGSALADSANDWICH she also pronounced egg as "iiieeeg" buttpoopy i love the new millhouse

farmville

xoxoxooxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Gossip Girl

Hannah is in my house.

dear lord.

If I were to have an indie band,

I would name it something along the line of Wax Angels or something. After that old tale with the dude and his son that made wings out of wax feathers, but the son got too close to the sun when he was flying and the wax melted, so he fell from the heavens.

Anyone remember that story? It was one of my favorites as a kid.

Prom's tonight.

It's these kind of nights where I wish I had someone to just goof off with and maybe go to Storybook Land with. Because that just seems like an awesome thing to do, dontcha think? It's also kind of weird because it just seems like time is flying recently. This morning, I woke up thinking it was Wednesday. But when I found out that it was Friday, I was like, "Good Lord. Time, what's up with you recently?"

Of course I never got an answer back, because time can't speak.

Or can it? Hm...

Just a quick thought after Bible Club.

One day, I will learn about all the Gods people believe in currently, and maybe even some that people believed in before, but not anymore. (Rhyme. :D) It's funny because when I was a child, I actually sort of believed that someone just used up his whole lifetime making up the Bible and convincing people to believe it, then just somehow vanished off the face of the Earth like he was never there and this stuff DID exist.

Of course, that's not the case anymore. But I don't like to get into deep thought about things I don't know much about. I have to focus on a few other things, rid myself of a demon or two, and not worry about the world around me so much. Save it for when it's really needed.

I feel GOOOOOOOOD.~

Saturday. Best day ever.

Or at least one of them.

You can bring your boyfriend, meet me in a hotel room...

My back hurts, dude.

A lot.

Happy May 13th, by the way. It's the 28-day-mark, I believe. I've had a few hopeless days of depression, but I'm fine now. I especially feel so much better that I finally got that paper done. Unfortunately, now I have a second rough draft and a final draft to do eventually. Sob.

Well, for right now...I'm really proud of my paper (except the crappy title) because I merged together the book 1984 and the album/movie The Wall. I feel made of super win.

Hopefully I can stay up later tonight so I watch Whose Line. I keep falling asleep before it comes on and it makes me mad. ):<

This is nice.

People should really try cutting out illustrations of seashells whilst listening to Vienna Teng. It's really REALLY quite nice. Trust me.

Good morning, May 9th.

I believe it's Mother's Day, so I'll be having to actually get up and do things soon. In the meantime...

Last night was so great. But I kinda feel bad for the people at the diner because we were being a smidgen immature. However, a lot of funny stuff went down, some of which I can't even remember. And I still have Leia's various drawings somewhat on my arm. The only thing that sucked is at 3 in the morning (I was home by 11:30, don't you worry your pretty little heads off), my stomach hurt so freaking bad. I woke up and I was just like gauerilhguierhgile. But I don't think it was caused by that delicious chocolate cheesecake I ate, it just happens every now and then and it's gone within a few hours.

Aaaaaaanyways, 'bout 22 days left. I'm actually starting to become more and more patient, which I fear isn't a good thing. But I shouldn't think about that.

Nonsense

lphmnyuj]k'muhyj/ yhjuln hjymu.

OHHHHHHH, CALEDONIA! STERN AND WILD.

It's May 7th. Nothing yet.

'Tis the sixth of May.

And yet, all that has come up is ceramic ducks. I'm not really sure what that has to do with getting your driver's license, but hey. There are...Four Lights!

No. There are 25 days left for an appearance to happen. I'm crossing my fingers.

Sheep, who are you?

So I was on my Formspring looking at all these questions and people insulting another to look cool. I have no idea why that made me think of who I am and what I like, but I decided to write it down here so that everyone knows who I am. No smokes and mirrors, just me. Inside and out.

My name is Samantha Alyse Lewis. I'd like it if you called me Sheep. I'm sixteen years old, I dye my hair red, and I have the ever-so-cliché blue eyes. I'm actually not all comfortable with my weight, I hate my stomach.

I got the nickname "Sheep" from my ex-friend's older sister's friend, and I was supposed to take her "high school legacy" for her after she graduated, but she didn't really have much of a legacy to begin with. You see, here's how it went down: The older sister had a group of friends, and they were all seniors. My ex-friend and I were chosen to be their "successors" after they left, and we needed names, apparently. I was named Sheep, since I was all quiet and timid in the 7th grade. And it just kind of stuck, I guess.

I am a music person. I have been since I left elementary, although I loved music so much even before then. My variety changes, but I mostly like to center my taste around the 50s to the 90s. Or foreign bands that nobody's ever heard of. Until recently, singing was everything to me. I thought I was on top of the world, until I started failing everything. And the last audition I went to was the final straw, so I gave up on it for a while. The only thing I can't really give up on is my school's choir. But everything else, I'm done with for now.

I don't have a very good relationship with my parents. My mom's pushy and annoying to me, and my dad thinks I'm going to end up nowhere in life. I'm also not a fan of where I live. At all. But does this mean that my life is completely horrible? Of course not.

I like to make a lot of stuff up about me that isn't true. Not like rumors you would hear in school, but ridiculous things that are probably humanely impossible.

I'm slowly on my way to becoming a vegetarian. Dad's also unhappy with that.

My cat is probably my best friend.

I'm probably leaving a few things out, but that's why there's an edit button. But yeah, these are just the basics of me. In case you wanted to know.