Her last meal was a turkey sandwich.

A 16-year-old died from her injuries Tuesday after she was struck by a vehicle in southeast Edmonton on the previous night.

Police found the teenager after they were called to 34th Avenue and 58th Street at 7:35 p.m. Monday with a report that a pedestrian was hit by a minivan.

The minivan had been heading eastbound on 34th Avenue, police said, when the teen started to cross the street against the light, possibly outside the crosswalk.

She suffered serious head trauma and other injuries, and was taken to hospital, where she died the next day.

Police said the 29-year-old driver of the minivan wasn’t affected by alcohol nor did he appear to be speeding.

The teen is Edmonton’s 23rd traffic fatality of 2008.

I cannot believe this happened. It doesn’t seem fair to the world that her life was taken. My heart hurts. My head hurts. My stomach hurts.

It could have been me; it could have been you. But it wasn’t. It was her.

The only deaths I’ve been faced with personally have been from people of old age or immense sickness, which in a sence prepared me for the inevitable. Death isn’t the inevitable for the sick or old, though. It’s inevitable for you and I also. Everyone dies.

Looking at these circumstances just made me realize two things:
1. Life is very, very fragile; and with every step we take, we’re emitting ourselves to danger.
2. The technicalities of life; our own mortality (as morbid as that may sound)

I didn’t get much sleep last night at Mili’s house. I took a nap once I got home. I had a dream I was going to jump off the CBC building in downtown. It was a parachuting class, but I decided not to use my chute.

Rest In Peace, Lyndsey Syrnyk. You will be greatly missed by your family and friends.

10/13

I’ve never been happier for you than I have been today. Every moment was just so cute; I felt like a proud mom…but I don’t think that your mom would be proud of you for this. Haha.

…call it human nature, or whatever else, but I can’t help but to feel a tad jealous. Not jealous that you found such a great person, but jealous of the fact that I feel I won’t ever find him.

Who is he? Who is he?
I don’t know. You don’t know. No one knows. …everyone nose?

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I opened up to two people. I haven’t gotten the answer I want from either of them. I just need to hear one person say the answer, and then everything will fall into place; or so I hope.

On a completely unrelated note [...yet it perfectly relates to these circumstances] I apologize. Without you in my life, I wouldn’t be here. Literally. You make me want to be a better person. I just would die if you got hurt by someone who is just in it for the thrill of the game.

Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul

I feel b-l-a-n-k.

I don’t mean to jump on the bandwagon…

…but this is necessary. Compulsory to us, as citizens of North America; no…compulsory to us as citizens of Earth. If you have been living under a rock for the past eight years, then I suggest you wikipedia ‘American History’ or just get back to your rock.

The Presidential debate was tonight, as most of you (I’m hoping) already know. I, being a woman with a strong left-wing political view, am rooting for Obama in the presidential race. I’m not rooting for him because of his ethnic background, or all the publicity that he is getting, but for the fact that I believe American citizens need him, deserve him to help reform their corrupt country.

Ten Trillion. Can any of you count to a trillion? What about a million? I highly doubt that anyone would even have the patience anymore to count to a hundred. That is Americas debt. HALF of that debt resulted in our favorite (insert sarcasm here) president, Mr. George W. Bush’s “decisions”. Five trillion US dollars! Please, someone TELL me what he has accomplished with that amount of money? The only thing I can see is many, many lives lost and a hell-hole for future generations to try and fill.

There are a lot of things running through my mind. The most major one is this. The media is way too influential. If you start telling people that there is a market crash, when there is a minor fluctuation which is normal, then everyone WILL panic, withdraw all the cash they can, trade in their stocks and the market will fall. If Americas economy falls, then the global economy will fall; and that’s where we are at right this moment. I live in Canada and I thank God that I do. The only result to the economic crash that I will probably see is [another] increase in gas prices which is QUITE routine at this moment in time. That is my view on the major American economy situation.

McCain. COME ON. Obama says “If Pakistan does not want to help find Bin Laden, then I think that we should”, and you turn it on him and say that Obama wants to invade Pakistan!? Newsflash: YOU ARE AN IDIOT. Please do not vote for McCain. He is a WHITE man born and raised by Americans that doesn’t even know how to speak his native tongue. “Are” and “Our” are TWO DIFFERENT WORDS, OKAY? He can’t formulate proper sentences, either. I know there is a lot of pressure on him when millions of people worldwide are watching him live on television, but if Barack Obama manages to maintain his stature, then why can’t you?

This is my rant that I wrote right after the debate, and forgot to post. Let’s hear your thoughts.

AHMADXSTARBUCKS

A lot of my blogs lately have been just random thoughts going through my head, nothing really connecting it all like my old posts. There’s just too much going on to focus on one topic.

I’m basically writing this in my sleep (please forgive any spelling mistakes). I’m toast. I was KOd when I get a call from someone at an acoustic show (who goes to acoustic shows on saturday night?). It was weird. Then I started getting the routine Saturday night drunken txt messages.

There are a few things that I need to get off my chest.

1. You ASSHOLE. You broke her heart, and now you come to realize how perfect she is and you want her bacK? Here is a little advice: FUCK OFF. She’s either going to break your heart ten times worse than you did to her, or I am going to introduce you to my brass knucks.

2. I was really pissed at everyone for along time. I finally open up to you, and what do you do? Completely disregard EVERYTHING I say and start talking to this toolbox, WHICH while you were conversing with him you text me you don’t like. REAL nice, dude.

3. Starbucks + Sarah = $$$$$$$$$$$

I don’t even know what I’m saying. If this makes no sence, than whatever. I’m too tired to care.

xxxooo

-Sarah McFly

ps. YOU + ME SHOULD GO OUT.

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I’m off to donairs with Herrah tonight, which will be GOOD after a long day of fasting. Here’s our phone conversation:

H: Do you want to come to Toys ‘R’ Us to get a birthday present with me?
S: Sure. Is it Hummad’s (little brother) birthday?
H: No. If it was his I’d be going to future shop.
S: Whose birthday is it, then?
H: ….MY TWENTY-ONE YEAR OLD BROTHER-IN-LAW.
S: And you’re going to Toys ‘R’ Us?
H: YES! All he wants is STAR WARS ACTION FIGURES!

Guys are so weird.

DQ

This feels like the start of another boring week at ‘nally. Yesterday sucked. I lost my headphones. Today sucked. It was windy.

I bitched my dad out and made him buy me DQ for iftar/rosa.
MUSHROOM SWISS CHEESE

Everything sucks.

Four of my friends got busted yesterday for possession. I was supposed to go light up with them. Thank the good lord that I went to class instead.

School sucks.

Edmonton sucks.

The weather sucks.

Family sucks.

Boys suck.

Pink nailpolish makes me look darker

Once again, it’s been awhile since I last posted. I’m dying. I am fasting, and ran 5K, ran UP THE RIVER VALLEY, worked out and can’t eat for another…..hour and half. Lame-o.

What happened this week? Not much.

A few days back I was on my way to work out. I see Sam and Krishlene. All of a sudden I found it really hard to breathe. Krish took me to the office and my mom came to pick me up to go get checked out. One X-Ray later, they found out that my lung partially collapsed. WEIRD.

Two days ago I downloaded the Radiohead discography. =) I have almost all their CDs [and cassettes..!] but my A-Trak SIAM dvd is stuck in my computer, so I can’t rip any of my music. It’s shitty. I can’t even take the disc out manually.

Grad is coming up in 7 months…that’s seven months for me to work outttttt. It sounds so lame saying “I want to look good for grad”. Noone’s going to admit it. Fuck them all. I’m getting my dress custom made, like Nadia did. I’m thinking silk gold, which looks great on my half Paki / half Austrian skin tone. I am proud of my curves, so I’m thinking plunging neckline with an ultra low back, or  a mermaid dress that enhances my…assets. lol. I’ve dug through a few In Style mags (c/o Herrah Mohammad) and found a few ideas that I like, so I’m going to meet up with a tailor some time in November to sort out the details.

I applied at Starbucks, with Keith’s recommendation. He said that I might like it, it’s a good environment. I’m down for that. I also applied at HMV, whooooooot. Discount on The Office season four AND GREEEEEEEEKKK.

I. AM. IN. LOVE. WITH. GREEK. Hands down, it’s tied with The Office (WHICH SAYS ALOT FOR MY STANDARDS!) Rusty…err Jacob Zachar, will you marry me?

I hung out with Sam today which was fun. After working out (THESE CLASSES ARE SO LONG) I still had time to spare for a river valley walk. It was good. [NOTE TO SELF: MAKE MR. T STENCIL]

Okay, I’ve been beating around the bush. I’m alot happier than I have been in quite some time. …some boy has caught my eye! (How Jr. High do I sound!?) He’s cool. Really cool. I’m not saying any more or I’ll give it away.

Anywayssssssssssssssssssss, life is looking a little sunnier.

Peace & Love

-Sarah McFly

What I learnt the past few days:

Everything has been so fucked up lately. I’m way too pissed to begin writing what happened…but here are the morals of my week:

1. Don’t keep anything in plain sight you don’t want people to see. This could be anything from ganja, to venerability.

2. No one is really there. They could be your best friend, your siblings, your parents…we’re born alone and we die alone. That’s it.

3. Don’t lose touch with people who mean a lot to you. It might seem weird trying to call them after a few years, but nothing beats reminiscing of the good times where nothing mattered. (Damn, I sound old)

4. Don’t be too nice. Don’t be too honest. Don’t be too mean. Just stay neutral. I’ve tried the whole ‘100% nice’ thing for most of my life. Hasn’t gotten me anywhere. I’ve recently tried being catty. That didn’t work, and I don’t like it either. I’m just isolating myself from everyone. Trying as hard as I can to be absolutely impartial to everything going on around me, even if I hate it or love it.

Basically what I am trying to say is life sucks, and everyone in it sucks also.

Fuck all,

-Sarah McFly

I don’t want to move to fast but…

…I can’t resist your sexy ass.

This morning…

…I was changing and noticed a massive bruise on my left hip. “Where the fuck did this come from???” I thought. Then I remembered last night. Yesterday was Azizas birthday party, and what a party it was.

After school Jennie, Breeze and me went over to Morgans house to make shirts. We acid washed and sprapainted every tee we could get our hands on. We did that for a few hours, then we all went to McDonalds at Cap and snagged some McFlurries….but of course I got the Triple Thick Milkshake (<3). We chilled there for a bit then went back to Morgans house, picked up her van and went to pick up Aziza in downtown. We all drove to Steel Wheels and met up with Mariah and Mili.

We chilled there for about a half-hour then Alex came along. We ate our [AWESOME 3$] pizza, then decided this called for cake. We all piled into Morgans van and went to DQ. Mariah got a big-ass pecan fudge thing that she shared with me and Mili, and Aziza got a cup’o'fudge haha. Cap DQ is ghetto, so we decided to blow that joint and head over to some park.

We drove to Forrest Heights. What is there to do in a park at night? Nothing. With spraypaint? Everything. I remebered I had my cans from making tees, so it was a bombing expodition. (Check it out next time you’re there. SPACE & VERBAL)

After breaking about….4 peoples bombing virginity, we headed over to Mutart/ESC. We ran up to the top of the fucking hill and rolled ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL the way down. Being that fucked on a hill at night while trying to look at the downtown lights = trippy as fuck.

We drove to the courts @ FH to show everone the piece I did at lunch. I attemped to climb the roof, but dunks are not the best climbing shoes. We hung around there for a bit, scared some kid playing tennis with his grandpa (at 10pm?????) and then went to McNally.

Lyndsay called us and asked us if we wanted to go to a concert in Churchill, so we went. It was WILD. The music was pretty good, my first electro show, but HOLY SHIT. I HAVE NEVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE SEEN SO MANY HIPSTERS IN MY LIFE. Not the ones that I say go to my school that I just call hipsters because they sort-of are lethargic, but these are honest to god POSTER CHILDREN hipsters! I had NO idea Edmonton had so many! …well I guess they’re nocturnal so that might factor into why I’ve never seen more than two at a time. We danced for about an hour, then Mariahs dad picked us up. Holy fuck….my dad’s brown and why can’t he be as chilled as her dad?? We picked up Mariahs brother from his friends house and her dad asked him what he did tonight. “Got arrested.” That’s what I usually tell my parents..but it’s not true. So I laughed…he gave me a weird look and his dad said “What did you get arrested for?” NOT MAD OR ANYTHING. Just curious! Like he was asking for the time or something. What is up with that? I came home at 12, not tooooooo bad…but for someone who woke up at four, it was murder.

That was basically the gist of the day. I woke up with a scar of the night and my shoes are DESTROYED.

Much Love

-Sarah McFly