Hi! I'm Sarah, and I talk too much! Really, it's true, ask anyone.
I'm seventeen, and my birthday is November fifth. Yes, really. That is why you should "Remember, remember the fifth of November." It has nothing to do with Guy Fawkes, or movies starring Natalie Portman, or the creepy Anonymous hackers that troll politicians.
I live in a very boring town in the most boring state in the U.S., Oklahoma, where cows outnumber people at a ratio of ninety-three to one. Eventually, so I'm told, my good grades and general plucky, ABC Family heroine approach to life will probably get me somewhere. Anywhere. Preferably a place with books and coffee and easy access to the nearest take-out place.
Basically, when I entered my freshman year of high school I entered a semi-permanent state of existential crisis that resulted in my desperate need to rant, and since I've never been a diary-keeping type of girl, I got a blog instead. And it's kept me out of the nuthouse and juvy for the last three-ish years.
