Rachel

Sorry for the interruption.

'Cause Michelle has an icon with a picture of Dumbledore's lower half wearing a thong with a slinky dangling from the front...

( A meme! )

My response to the election results:

We're all going to die anyway.
It doesn't matter THAT much.

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Just kidding.

1. Guess what? I FUCKING HATE RALPH WALDO EMERSON.

2. AND MR. JACKSON.

3. But Mr. Sirofchuck is okay because I finished his essay, except that it's like...um, quite a few words over 300. How on earth are you supposed to write a five paragraph essay that only has 300 words? Like, two sentences per paragraph? Jeez, it's impossible.

4. I'm going to be up all bloody night. It's already 2:45.

5. I'm dropping this class at the semester, dammit. I hate it. HATEHATEHATE. My college English course has a higher grade than this class! Oh, I do loathe it.

6. Did I mention HATE?

7. Maybe I just won't turn it in. It's 60 points though. Not such a good idea.

8. Eeeee....

9. *cries* If only someone was still up this late. :(

10. I better stop writing in here and get the damned essay done. Adieu...

Okay, I'm not going to talk about the neglect that I've given my poor livejournal over the past few months 'cause that would take too long. I do apologize. Poor thing.

So I hope all of my livejournal buddies are doing splendidly! It's been so long, dahlings! Not much has changed in the world of Rachel except that I am now a junior at Kodiak High School which doesn't seem much different from being a sophomore (except the disgusting amount of homework we seem to have this year; it's revolting). Classes are fine, Film and/as Literature is a nice addition to the ol' schedule this year. I received my progress report today and it's the first class I've gotten over 100% in since... well, as long as I can remember. It's a college class too! I hope I keep it up.

Alright, school is not the most exciting subject. Let's talk about what I know ya'll are dying to hear.

Oh yeah. Ollie.

Tonight- had a rehearsal for the play Shenandoah that I'm in. Ollie's my husband again and this time we're young and in love and I'm with child. Uh yeah, his child (ya'll know what that means). Heh heh. Beside the fact that Ollie apparently thinks he's allowed to hug me and TOUCH MY STOMACH and be all gushy on and off stage...it's kinda romantical.

Or maybe HORRIFYING is a better word. I mean, even though I noticed his sweatshirt was totally soft as he was carrying me around today when I was supposed to be acting like I had gone into labor, and even though he got all cool this summer after he cut all those moles off his face and bleached his hair and lost a few pounds, he's still OLLIE and it's still NASTY. WHYYYYY must I endure this for the second year? Is it my fate to be married to Ollie for the rest of my life? He'll probably be rich when he grows up, but c'mon. You know the sex'll be awful.

Hahahahaha. Just kidding, Hannah. Even though I'm sure it's true. I don't want to find out. I don't think anyone does... I don't think Ollie ever will. Meeheehee.

Despite all this, I still think Ollie's a dear. Really he is.

(What on earth is up with MSN?)

I'm going to make a list inspired by all the groovy ones Hannah does all the time. I'm not sure what it'll be of though...

1. I met Jewel's dad the other day at work. It was pretty nifty, except I didn't know that it was him 'til after he left. Still neat to tell people though.

2. Orange soda tickles my senses.

3. I'm trying to think of a new email address because mine is getting way too much junk mail, even with the filter at the highest setting... Any ideas? I like veggieporkchop@hotmail.com, dinasour_explosion@hotmail.com, mattfornerisasexgod@hotmail.com, and olliegotmepregnant@hotmail.com

4. George Bush, go peel bananas or something.

5. Totally saw these Tibetan monks the other night... They could sing three notes at a time! Talk about harmonizing, man. I wish I could harmonize with myself. Oh yeah, and free Tibet!

6. Mi casillero es mejor que su casillero. Si, es la verdad.

7. My head is shrinking!

8. I want to read some more Harry Potter, I think that could be why my mind is so unstable right now. :( Withdrawls, dude. They're not cool.

9. Girl that I was working with today had to tell me that the cute guy I was making a milkshake for had his johnson pierced. I couldn't stop laughing, and when I asked him if he wanted whipped cream I got this vision of me saying "Do you have your dick pierced? I mean- do you want whipped cream on that? I mean, not that...um..." Luckily I did not. He was so cute though. It ruined everything.

10. Goodbyeeeeeeee! Doot doot doot, dootdootdootdootdoot, doot doot doot, dootdootdootdootdoot! (Third Eye Blind)

 

White Room update here!

I'll talk more about everything later.

Who were you in a past life? by Kat007
Name:
Birthdate:
Favorite Color:
Country:
You were most probably:	Abraham Lincoln
If not then you were:	Julius Ceasar
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

Whoah. I just may have been two of the hottest guys in history. Score.

Listen closely, NOT FOR VERY MUCH LONGER.

Hello there.

Ooh, look: www.arsenicfashions.com
How very lovely.

Sorry that is not a link. I would make it one, except that I do not know how.

I am here at work. I've been here for eight hours and twelve minutes. I'm quite tired. I am sitting at this crappy iMac that I loathe, waiting for my mother who is not exactly here yet. I burnt my hands three times today on the stupid steaming wand and once a bunch of extremely hot espresso water spilled on my hand. It is burnt and red and hurts quite a bit, but it's only one finger. My hands are getting ugly. Zee tragedee.

I'm feeling quite mundane.

Mother is still not here.

Blahahahahaha.

(Yesterday at work a guy gave me a twenty dollar tip. It was awesome.)

Foam backwards is Moaf.

I've been getting loads of junk mail from "Visionary Associates" in my junk mail filter lately, and it bothers me quite a bit. So, since I'm bored out of my mind, I decided to respond to them all.

Example:

To: StaceyMorrison@mx27.boxelderh.us
Subject: RE: Pinto Family: Loan Registration

STACEY?!?! Stacey Morrison?!?! OH my GOD!

I really can't believe that's you. Stacey Morrison from Wilmingson High, 1983?? I can't get over it! I mean, I was just going through my emails and I thought I'd give this whole loan registration thing a little look, and then I saw you name! My goodness, I never thought YOU'D be advertising loans on the internet! No one really thought that you'd go very far! But look at you now! Tell me ALL about everything. Are you married? I always thought you and Tim Robinson would get together, it's really unfortunate that he broke up with you for that John guy at the end of senior year...it still weirds me out. Remember that one time at the junior prom when you spilled punch down Beth McLarson's dress? I mean, that was like RED punch and her dress was WHITE. Oh, poor dear, she still hasn't gotten over it. She's married to Scott Jules, like everyone always thought. They have seven kids, and they live down the street. They're such a wonderful family. Well, I suppose you're going to want to know a bit about me! I'm not married, but I'm dating this GREAT guy named Tom, he moved here last year from Alesburg to be the new owner of Skinny's Sausage Mill. Mmm, and sausage has never tasted so good! So, anyway, PLEASE email me back, it'd be SO great to hear from you!!

-Me.

P.S. Please tell me your hair isn't still that awful red color, is it?? I think I'd just DIE if it was. Mine is currently honey brown. Bye, hun!

Heh heh heh. This is fun.

It's nine-eighteen and here I am at work, on the computer. I came in at nine today, but apparently I was supposed to start at TEN. That could have been a whole hour longer of peaceful slumber! But no! I am here, on this annoying (yet very high-tech looking and pretty) APPLE (yuck) computer for another forty minutes until I start work. Work, work, work for another SEVEN HOURS.

Lovely.

In other news, I'm going to a "concert" tonight that is being thrown on by a few crazy guys I know. A few of our local highschool bands are playing, all down on Thor's lawn. Over the past few days at school, they've been passing out flyers with strange pictures of Yeti (?) on them saying "Bring girls! No Police! And food! Lots of Food!" and things of the sort, which were actually quite hilarious. One one poster, my favorite, they made up bands with all the teacher's names like "Avil LeVan" (Avril Lavigne/Mr. Levan. SCARY CONCEPT.) and "The Chad Pyscher Experience" (Our super groovy Spanish teacher). Thor and Alex went to the Salvation army and bought a bunch of nasty shirts and stenciled "Thorstock" on them all. They're charging a dollar for them. I hope they get a nice turnout, because it all seems pretty hysterical.

Ah, highschool. I really don't like it very much.

9:28... About half an hour left. Yippie.

My hands are dry.

Coffee sounds good...

Adieu.

( A deeply heartwrenching/heartwarming conversation tonight with our very own Javier Ulysses Rivera. )

I. Hate. MLA FORMATTING.

(DIE MLA!!!!!!!!!! DIE!!!!!!)

Chris, Thea and Marcia are watching Pet Semetary. (I hate how it's spelled wrong in the title. That irks me.) I started to watch it, but it is probably the most disturbing scary movie I have ever watched in my entire life... What with the children being killed and just the whole sick plot, it's disgusting. I can't watch it anymore. Stephen King is awful.

*shivers*

On a happier note, it's Friday night and there is absoutely no school tomorrow!!

YES!

ARRGGGGG.

(Like a pirate.)

Summertime...and the livin' is easy.

Oh, I wish.

( William Shakespeare Research Paper. You must read it. Heh heh. )

Bah.

1. Go into your LJ's archives.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

I need a user picture, I think.

Wow, isn't it profound? I thought so. That was back when I had mono, and Anne Frank was going on. Ah, those were the days.

( More quiz things. Joyness. )