Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

i remember i was shopping for guitars when i met sara (with no h), she told me my future....Oh wait thats the song, whoops. I really dont know sara (with no h) but im sure she is a great person. You know who else is a great person, Jason over at TKF, come check it out after you finish writing about sara (with on h)

"Post hijackers from Knoxville invaded a neighboring website today, causing mass hysteria and anger amongst H-less Sara's across the Misconstrued country..."

AP

I met Sara at that Incubus show in Alabama, I think. Good times. I remeber that other time where we were walking through a forest, and we stumbled upon a cave. So she was like, "We can't go over it" and I was like, "We can't go under it" and she said, "we could go around it" and I said, "That's not you're line. You're supposed to say that we'll have to go through it" and so she said that instead. So we went inside and sure enough there was a dragon in there, and he was all like, "Wuts kikin p0z0rz0rz!!!!! JWNED!!!!! I BE 1337 h4rdc0r3z0rz!!!!!!!!!!1one" and I pulled out a sword and and was all running up to him and screaming my most fear inspiring battle cry, and then he breathed fire on me and that hurt quite a bit. So I was like, "Ouch! That hurt quite a bit!" So Sara and I ran out of the cave and my hair was all singed and I wasn't feeing too hot (pun intended) so we saw a lake not too far away and I was like, "Hey! A lake! Even with that whole dragon ordeal I forsee no problems whatsoever with me swimming in it to cool off!" So when I got into the lake I saw that, sure enough, there was this stupid laviathin living in there. He batted me with his tail and I flew about 500 yards due east. Sara was like, "Glad he can't get me up here on land!" but the laviathin had legs because he lived dangorosly close to a nuclear power plant and he hopped out of the water and said, "Yo, I've got legs because of living next to that nuclear power plant. In fact, me being able to talk is another result of that. Isn't it cool how instead of like, growing extra arms and legs the effects of the radioactive waste was totally beneficial? Go figure!" So Sara was like, "Well crap!" and then the walking talking laviathin hit her with his tail and she flew about 500 yards due east and she landed pretty close to me, actually. So I was like, "Yo" and she was all like, "Word" and from there we went to the movies.

Good times! I'll remember that hike for a while.

Ahhhh, Jon.

D.A.

Word, yo

i've only had the privilege of hanging out with Sara once. it was at Darcie's grad party! i remember standing and looking at a anonymous cell phone watching it ring wanting to answer it but we didn't cave into temptation. hee hee then there was the chicken nuggets from wendy's ....those were yummy .....even though we innocently ate them with out telling others that they weren't ours to eat :)
Hope to hang out with you again sometime soon!!!

Ah yes, Sara, who intriguingly enough, has no H in her name. Twas a long time ago I met Sara. And I couldn't remember her name. I don't particularly know why, but I was at a serious loss to remember exactly what Sara's name is. What did I think her name was? Well, I can't remember, but I always would say, "Hello. . .um. . .hi!" And Sara, being the highly perceptive person she is, was like, "You don't know my name do you?" And of course, I was trapped. After that, she'd always ask me if I remembered her name and of course I didn't. Sometime later I recall saying that I don't remember things that don't interest me, and guess who was around to hear me say that. Needless to say, Sara didn't take that too well. So Sara doesn't talk to me anymore. . .its a shame really, because I can remember her name, and she hates me. Okay, I made up that hating part, because anyone who know's Sara knows that she is incapable of negative emotions. I call her Sara Bear, because all she needs is a illustration of some happy character trait on her stomach, and she'd be a Care Bear, fighting the ills of bad attitude with cheerfulness and a strange power to form a rainbow with others of her kind. Sara. . .good times good times. Incidentally, the only way I could remember her name was to associate her with that song from the 80's you know, it was like Sarah, Sarah, no time is a good time for goodbye, or something of that nature. I'd tell you more but after about 15 minutes searching for the name of the group who did it, all I've found out is Sarah's a popular girl. And so is Sara, cause she's keen cool. And that's much better than cool. Much better.

I met Sara when... um when she was born. Memories.. memories.. let's see. Nope, I have none!

Good times sitting out on the porch at 1 in the morning in Georgia complaining about immature friends, for reals!
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Only 2 weeks from tomorrow!

We should change her name to Sarai, meaning contentious!

Starship sung Sara (they didnt emphasise without an h though) I remember I was in 3rd grade and we were building our Kingdom Hall at the time. Oh and I must also include the fact I assumed Scott and Sara were married when I first met them... but I didnt conclude the next part of most peoples assumption... that Micah was there kid.

Ahhhhhh my dear friend Sara. I have to remember to change her name in my phone. i thought it was wiht an H. ahhhhh well. lets see if i have any stories. o yea. think it was last year when the guys from new york came and challanged us for that video contest thing. and i was tryin to convince sara to come to our team. she was like "i'm not sure. but what do yall have in mind." Quickly i thought and said. " I cant tell you. you might take out idea!" and she was like " Man." and then i said. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE" you cant fool me! then we said goodbye.

OH MY OH MY!!!!! Sara! boo Yah! okay...first memory of sara would be in the kingdom hall at about 7 yrs old for sara maybe less...i dunno..
and aunt jeanette going "is he the one you like?" yeah..that still makes me chuckle. then the big event...when i was playing baseball with what all kids at 10 yrs old play baseball with....rocks! well sara decided to jump in front of my baseball (rock) and bam...she got it right in the eye. that was bad...i felt bad. ask her for the scar...its right there underneath her eye. thankfully my trajectory was just right to not hit her eye, otherwise it'd be sara(with no i). then there were all her days at dairy queen and i'd go get ice cream just so she'd have someone to serve.most recently was her graduation party -- most superb. great fun there with all the ice cream and such in her face. yes, super times sara, super duper times. your a great friend, and thank you for being a help...

There's too many stories to tell about Sara. Riding on a fake cow with tourists watching, backup singing for Brian, hours of Yahtzee, Skippo, and Frustration and of course the endless list of "it" guys changing each week with each new place she visits. Some of the greatest moments have just been singing Dixie Chicks and Bjork out in service, Shh, Shh. Good times Good times (How did that get so popular anyway?) But I'll always remember Sara at her best: Eating ice cream for breakfast and dancing with a mariachi band. Aahh the power of good music.
She's still only the fourteenth favorite cousin. Sorry brat!

good one elise! Good one! she is a sorry brat..hahahaha