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I think I can safely say that this blog is officially dead. I've killed it.For the longest time I just felt no urge to post anything, and then I suddenly felt the urge to make a new blog, so this is what I came up with. You can read all I have to say there now.Later on I might want to come back here... Who knows? So this blog won't be deleted. It'll just sit here in its dark little corner of the

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Hm. A pretty boring, and yet extremely busy, week. And here comes another. This next weekend should be interesting, though. My parents are going down to Georgia on Friday to visit Juliet during her birthday, and they're not coming back until Tuesday night. Party at my house!! No, I kid. Really - no party. My parents leaving basically means a long weekend of taking care of my little sister.

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1106437336708831562005-01-22T17:34:00.000-06:002005-01-22T17:42:16.706-06:00

I'm really, really hungry right now - I haven't eaten since breakfast, so I'm going to try to make this short and sweet so that I can go eat. I was supposed to be going to a surprise going away party today, but I still don't know when it was supposed to be, or even where. I tried calling someone to find out, but they didn't answer, so I guess I'm stuck here, even if they do end up calling. It

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1106095037367554482005-01-18T18:24:00.000-06:002005-01-18T18:37:17.366-06:00

So, I've got finals this week. Starting tomorrow actually, and I really am supposed to be studying right now, but that wasn't ever going to happen. I procrastinate too much. I just can't wait for Thursday to be over with. Last day of finals, last day of musical practice for the week, a dentist appointment I'm not looking forward to (I've never liked the dentist), but then I'm home free for the

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I don't really like the word "slump", but that's a good thing I suppose since being "in a slump" isn't supposed to be appealing. I've been feeling depressiony-icky for the past few days, and I really can't say why. Possibly because things with a few of my friends haven't been going well, possibly because things with Byron haven't been all that awesome this week, or maybe even because, if there's

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1104697830795438812005-01-02T14:07:00.000-06:002005-01-02T14:45:01.270-06:00

First off, New Year's Eve was awesome fun. The group of us going down to State St. for sushi ended up being Byron, Byron's cousin Ian, Julia (from Austria), Maddy, Ashton, and myself. The sushi was delicious - anyone want to go down to Wasabi with me again? After sushi we headed down to the union lakeshore where we absolutely froze. I couldn't feel my legs after that. We then went back up to the

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Yesterday we were almost done filming, but the church that we were filming at decided to close early at 1:00, so we decided to just finish it next week during school. We didn't want to have to film during all of our 2005 festivities. Byron and I ended up going shopping yesterday instead of today, and it was a really fun trip. I ended up getting Ocean's 11 and a book of The Twelfth Night at

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These past few days have been absolutely filled with filming, filming, and time spent to relieve the stress of filming. My group and I usually end up filming from around noon until five, straight through with only one short little food break. Yesterday's break was a little bit longer than usual because we had just come back from filming outside. We were dead frozen and had to make some hot

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1104028606875188762004-12-25T20:19:00.000-06:002004-12-25T20:36:46.876-06:00

Since we always follow tradition, no one can go downstairs on Christmas morning before a set time, and this morning, it was 7:30. At about 7:08, Whitney woke me up to tell me that I needed to go in Juliet's room for the last 22 minutes of our upstairs confinement. I obviously refused - I really wanted to sleep during those last twenty minutes of peace. So after trying to get back to some state of

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1103913701138418792004-12-24T13:31:00.000-06:002004-12-24T12:41:41.136-06:00

The magic of Christmas Eve. Such a wonderful day... Good things happened with Byron today. Exchanged presents, watched Napoleon Dynamite, which is a very, very funny movie if you like dry humor. Even though we were interrupted by first his father, his mother, and finally his little brother peeking in and giggling to himself, we actually got back to the point we were at before the talk during the

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1103734180094598222004-12-22T10:47:00.000-06:002004-12-22T11:06:30.850-06:00

It's incredible how accurate this is. I definitely suggest you take the quiz, too. You Are a Dreaming Soul Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world, So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time. You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult You are

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1103675397560835582004-12-21T18:06:00.000-06:002004-12-21T18:29:57.560-06:00

The concert went pretty well last night. The only major downers were the off-key freshman singing in my ear (and fiddling with my curls - gah! Stay out of my bubble!), and Amy Clark. She didn't show up for show choir rehearsals this past week, which was annoying enough, but she also didn't show for the concert, which was even more annoying because it personally affected me. See, I was placed at

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1103398397915164592004-12-18T13:21:00.000-06:002004-12-18T13:33:17.916-06:00

It really doesn't feel like Christmas to me, but at the same time it does... Just as a forewarning, I can already tell this will be a rambling post. Didn't have enough orange juice yet to be able to say something without typing everything else that jumps in my head. So, yes, it's the Christmas season, but it still doesn't really feel like Christmas to me, even though it does, if that can make

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1102877678297032652004-12-12T13:44:00.000-06:002004-12-12T12:54:38.296-06:00

Yesterday was my official Christmas shopping day. It started out with a trip over to Rosy Cheeks to get some more bloomers for show choir. I accidentally left my old bloomers in our room at the Wisconsin Singers show, so I needed to get some more. They're some of the most uncomfortable things in the world, but they're definitely needed for a show. Luckily the store had just what I needed - yay

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1102638943136044202004-12-09T18:26:00.000-06:002004-12-09T18:38:01.970-06:00

Parent/Teacher conferences were today at 1:00, so school ended at 12:45 - a wonderful way to end a Thursday. Especially since Byron and I decided to finally do something together. We spent the afternoon munching on Wendy's and watching The Italian Job - a great movie if you haven't seen it. I also got that excellent massage I've been needing. At about 3:45 we finally made it back over to school

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This past week has been completely stressful and frustrating. The film for my drama class was due today at five, and I barely finished it up in time. There was a recurring problem in the credits with overlapping words, and even though I changed and saved it more than once (which included re-rendering of the credits AND the entire film), it still wouldn't stop overlapping. It finally worked after

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I finally got a chance tonight to scan in some of the better pictures from my NYLC trip to DC in October. See how much of a procrastinator I am? My close group of friends from the trip. We had Rob lie down on the ground to get this picture outside of the Smithsonian Institute. Tyler sleeping on our smelly old bus. At our table before eating at the dance - one of my favorite pictures from

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1101617776411945042004-11-27T22:52:00.000-06:002004-11-27T22:57:57.486-06:00

I was aimlessly surfing through the internet this past weekend and came across this site. By doing a few simple calculations on your birth date, it gives you a brief description of your past life. Obviously, it's not very accurate if anything could even have the ability to tell something like that correctly, but it's still really interesting. This is what it told me: Your past life diagnosis: --

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Yesterday was an absolute fiasco. Drama class was filled with drama which lead a few to tears, but the problem was finally sorted out. And, lucky me, I don't have to be in my own movie anymore as a slutty dumb maid! Yay! I'll still be helping with the filming and editing but now I don't have to feel extremely degraded. And I still get to act, just in a different movie. I still think they should

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1100823970297144602004-11-18T18:15:00.000-06:002004-11-18T18:26:10.296-06:00

About a month before Halloween, my parents picked up a few pumpkins from the patch at one of my dad's lab's parties. I thought it was a little odd at the time, considering it was nowhere near Halloween. Plus, the last time I actually remember carving pumpkins was a few years after my little sister was born, which means I was, oh, seven years old. So for nine years now, I haven't carved a single

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1100744340545866302004-11-17T20:04:00.000-06:002004-11-17T20:19:00.546-06:00

This week has been really stressful for me: family problems, time issues, due dates, work, work, and yet more work. I thought that everyone understood that I didn't have enough time to do everything that I need to, such as washing the dishes on night. I guess I was wrong. My mom and I just had a huge fight that was originally a small dispute over cheese. Cheese of all things started this major

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Winter is not my season. Yes, I love snow (who couldn't), but I hate that it turns to slush. I love taking winter walks at night, looking at the stars or just relishing the cozy feeling I get when the sky is blanketed in clouds. I love decorating our tree with the special music box cd playing in the background, and making reindeer cookies. I love the fact that, usually, everyone is in a happy (if

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1100101322111336092004-11-10T09:42:00.000-06:002004-11-10T09:59:55.043-06:00

Last night I had to take out the compost. I really hate doing that at night. No, I'm not scared of the dark. I'm scared of the dark bushes and trees around the compost container. Anything could be hiding in them, from skunks about to attack, to psycho killers. So for good measure, I let our two dogs out with me to scare away those creepy things. And they took their job seriously. As soon as we

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1099959846788347102004-11-08T18:10:00.000-06:002004-11-08T18:24:06.786-06:00

Ahh, Christmas music. I'm absolutely in love with Christmas music. Not even just Christmas music, since I'm not really religious, even though technically I should be, but all seasonal music! And besides, Christmas carols don't really bother me. Yes, they're all "God is the King, rejoice and sing!" and what not, but the melodies are timeless and the harmonies are beautiful. And they're just so

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1099757246748136082004-11-06T09:54:00.000-06:002004-11-06T10:07:26.746-06:00

Last night was our Wisconsin Singers performance, and we actually did alright. Not bad, but not awesome either. Meh, that's the way things go. After our performance, we moved up to the balcony to watch the show choir from another high school and then the Wisconsin Singers perform. I ended up sitting between two of my friends, Clint and Molly. I was having a lot of fun watching the WI Singers, but

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1099240235074218852004-10-31T10:20:00.000-06:002004-10-31T10:30:35.073-06:00

Hm. Hmm hm, hmmm hmm. It's Halloween morning. Nothing special, nothing important. I ended up spending an hour in bed after I woke up, just lying there. I thought I'd actually have some brain activity and think about some things that need thought, but... Guess not. Just an hour of staring at my curtained window. Wow that was boring. Nice use of my extra hour, don't you think? I was supposed to

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1098932247093123832004-10-27T21:46:00.000-05:002004-10-27T21:57:27.093-05:00

So, four days of rest... Actually, not really four days, since this weekend is Halloween, and Halloween here is just plain scary at times. Not in the oh-no-there's-a-vampire-and-a-goblin-in-my-backyard way of being scary, but in the drunk rioting way. Yes, we're the city that is known mainly for brats, football, beer, and cheese. And by brats I don't mean annoying little kids - I mean the meat.

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1098655928581857782004-10-24T16:57:00.000-05:002004-10-24T17:12:08.583-05:00

This has been one of the most boring weekends EVER. Sure, it was awesome watching the Badgers win their eighth straight game on Saturday. They're undefeated, you know. And then I got dragged into watching the last quarter of the Purdue game, which was very disappointing. Michigan shouldn't have won. After that, I... Hmm, what did I do? Oh, yeah, I called Juliet on her cell and had a good

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1098150875142672922004-10-18T20:37:00.000-05:002004-10-18T20:54:35.143-05:00

I swear, the gods have decided to rain horrible luck on me. I went to the doctor this evening because I've been exposed to whooping cough in school and I'm starting to get cold-like symptoms, stuff that I usually wouldn't worry about. However, since that's how whooping cough starts off, I decided to try and get a head-jump on this bacteria by getting the antibiotics in me as soon as possible.

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1097957398088138192004-10-16T14:49:00.000-05:002004-10-16T15:09:58.086-05:00

Things are starting to look up for some things, but others... Meh, not so much. I took the PSAT this morning, and I felt pretty good about it. Usually I leave standardized tests (especially ones like this) feeling pretty dumb, or at the very least uncertain about some of my answers, but that wasn't the case today, thankfully. However, getting up around six in the morning (when usually I'd still

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1097542128313006442004-10-11T19:26:00.000-05:002004-10-11T19:48:48.313-05:00

The trip was incredible. I made the best friends of my life in only six days and had a blast through everything, even my extremely painful feet. The first person I met was one of my roommates, Sarah. We immediately clicked, and we ended up never leaving each other the entire six days except for about two hours total. It's amazing we didn't annoy each other to death - usually that happens in a

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1096932740385785462004-10-04T18:17:00.000-05:002004-10-04T18:32:20.386-05:00

Mom had time last night to pin up my show choir dress, and she was able to fix everything! Wow, I wish I could sew like that!! The dress looks incredible on me now - I can't wait for our first concert to show our new costumes off... But enough about that. I'll want to start spinning around in it again, and that makes me incredibly dizzy, even though it's so fun. Something I forgot to mention

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1096730277378008412004-10-02T10:02:00.000-05:002004-10-02T10:20:05.253-05:00

We finally got our new show choir outfits yesterday - so exciting. I already had some idea of what the dresses would look like, but they're so much prettier than I imagined. Just simple royal blue dresses that go past our knees, along with rhinestones along the neck. I'm actually really surprised that Ms. Schroeder picked these very non-flashy outfits. Our old ones (that make everyone look frumpy

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1096510565644783792004-09-29T21:07:00.000-05:002004-09-29T21:16:05.643-05:00

Ahh! It's less than a week before I leave for DC and I still don't have an umbrella! Not only am I lacking an umbrella, but I'm also extremely nervous for this upcoming conference. I've never done anything like it before. I'm not the type of person who likes to roleplay government decisions and have a nice chat with my state's representatives. Why did I ever sign up for this thing? Oh, yeah, I

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1096166947484944742004-09-25T21:45:00.000-05:002004-09-25T21:49:07.486-05:00

I'm bored and procrastinating my Chem reading, so I thought I'd share this site I found that tells you which tree you fell from according to your birthday. I apparently fell from the cedar tree. CEDAR TREE (Confidence) - of rare beauty, knows how to adapt, likes luxury, of good health, not in the least shy, tends to look down on others, self-confident, determined, impatient, likes to impress

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1096164188693422592004-09-25T20:34:00.000-05:002004-09-25T21:10:06.313-05:00

My week is too busy. If this keeps up, I'll only be able to post once every week... Meh. We finally started learning some choreography in show choir this week. It's fast, and we spin too much in my opinion, but it's still a lot of fun. Really, though, I get extremely dizzy when we do the section we have choreographed over and over again. I counted, and we spin 20 times in the space of about two

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1095470397115013232004-09-17T20:08:00.000-05:002004-09-17T20:19:57.116-05:00

I feel absolutely miserable - I hate getting colds! Last night was extremely frustrating. It felt like I kept waking up every 15 minutes to blow my nose. The only sleep I actually got was when I was sitting up in bed, which is really uncomfortable. I would have gone downstairs to take some medicine to knock me out, but at that point I was still planning on waking up early and heading to show

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1094862871541959902004-09-10T19:14:00.000-05:002004-09-10T19:35:50.676-05:00

This past week has been really hectic: making sure my sister is actually awake and getting up, remembering to feed all the pets we have, cooking supper and doing the dishes afterwards, and, of course, the usual onslaught of homework. At least it's Friday now - I can sleep in tomorrow!! You have no idea how happy I am about that... I got a huge shocker this morning on my way to first block. We

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1094435663122672312004-09-05T20:41:00.000-05:002004-09-05T20:54:23.123-05:00

I'm getting depressed all over again - I really need to stop doing this. But it's hard to not get this way with all that's going on at the moment... Alright, here it goes. My sister is leaving on Tuesday for college, all the way down in Georgia. Of course I'm happy and excited for her, and I'm even happy for myself; we haven't been the closest sisters in the world and are often mad at each other

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1094181891029508232004-09-02T22:13:00.000-05:002004-09-02T22:24:51.030-05:00

Tuesday night, I went to bed at midnight, but I wasn't able to sleep until 1:30, giving me only around six hours of sleep. Last night, I couldn't get to sleep for what seemed like forever, and I'm pretty sure I got less than six hours of sleep. Tonight, I plan on getting at least six and a half, because otherwise I'll be dead by tomorrow afternoon. Show choir started today, meaning that I had to

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1093917965937308592004-08-30T20:32:00.000-05:002004-08-30T21:06:05.936-05:00

She got back from Italy last night, and of course I was happy to see her. It was really fun and we were all happy for the first two hours, but then Mom found out that her expensive bottle of wine (she had two others that were much less expensive) had broken in her suitcase which stained most of her clothes. And then things went downhill; they went down an extremely steep hill. After the wine

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1093743380635193012004-08-28T20:22:00.000-05:002004-08-28T20:36:20.636-05:00

For the past week or so my mother has been in Italy for a conference in which she got to present a paper. This is the same conference that was held in Paris the past two times, and it's held every two years. The last two times that she was a part of the conference, she always called at least twice during the trip, usually much more than that. This year, however, we had no word from her until she

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1093662807253499902004-08-27T21:49:00.000-05:002004-08-27T22:15:47.603-05:00

I was really bored today, so I just lazily searched through blogs (I'm addicted to the next blog button on the navigation bar above) and random websites. I came upon an astrology site and decided to try it out - I was bored after all. I don't really believe in these types of things, but it's amazing how accurate some of it was, such as my love sign. Having Venus in Cancer makes one highly

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1093405607819121442004-08-24T22:22:00.000-05:002004-08-24T22:46:47.820-05:00

Near the beginning of summer, I applied at Michael's Frozen Custard in hopes of getting a summer job. Sadly, Michael's didn't see my potential and has not hired me yet, which really is their loss. I would have been excellent on the register. *sniff* No, actually, I think Michael's is not the best place for me since I'd also have to remember so many sundae recipes and possibly work the grill. Eww

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1093278693495325532004-08-23T11:21:00.000-05:002004-08-23T11:31:33.496-05:00

Oh, please don't let this ever happen to me again!! But, of course it will, next year... Juniors had registration for school today, and it was horrible. Horrible, nasty, boring, hot, frustrating, humid, and annoying. I had to wait two and a half hours just to see my couselor for three minutes! Luckily this year they had three camera stations for our ID pictures, but that just left us more time

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1093202987168017542004-08-22T14:19:00.000-05:002004-08-22T14:29:47.186-05:00

Ahhh, I hate these days. Everything is so boring, and mainly because school is looming ahead of us. Yeah, I brought the dreaded subject up. So, hah. I have registration on Monday, and I really don't want to go. One, I have to get my ID photo taken, and those always make you look icky, mainly because they use a horrible flash and widen the picture when they put it on the card. Two, I'll have to

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Yesterday I got many emails wishing me a happy birthday from friends and relatives who I wouldn't be seeing that night. But in the midst of those, there was one from a man who I didn't know. This was what he wrote: Happy birthday! I'll bet you already know it's President Clinton's birthday too. Wow, you were born when I was getting ready for my junior year of college....jeez, I'm getting old.

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Woo! It's my birthday! I love birthdays - no matter what, people always try to make it a wonderful day for you. After doing errands this morning (Which might include jean shopping for me - I hate jean shopping. I can never find a good size. It's either the right length and too wide, or the right width but too long. Or too short.), we're going to have an early supper with cake and presents so that

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I really don't think people realize how much they affect me. Just a little compliment, a smile, even a look, and I can be lifted from the depths of whatever state I'm in. But, with a frown, a look of disdain - I feel totally hopeless and down. And when someone unleashes all their held in frustrations and anger, even if I'm deserving of a part of that anger, I can't help but feel worthless. I

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1092799225960433962004-08-17T21:47:00.000-05:002004-08-18T10:17:56.300-05:00

I just found out that a group of my friends have been sent a contract from a record company to make a cd of their songs, possibly get on the radio, and definitely get promoted. This is extremely fantastic! The songs these guys do are great - their band is called "Your Other Left" - and I really think they deserve this. I mean, they could be well known, maybe even famous in a year. Perhaps even

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1092708608134630512004-08-16T20:49:00.000-05:002004-08-16T21:10:08.133-05:00

I had an interesting dream last night, involving a huge pot hole near my corner that everyone tried to drive-jump over, which eventually made two cows appear out of nowhere and die from the fire that came out of the pot hole. Oh, and the all-of-a-sudden-cows belonged to us, somehow... Then Chris, my friend since kindergarten, came over, and I thought for sure that he was going to tell me he had a

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Haircuts really can change how you feel about yourself, either better or worse, though it can take a day or two for you to feel comfortable with the change. Usually that's what happens with me. I always have to change something when my hair gets cut - I'm not exactly sure why, but a change always seems right. Today, however, I felt instantly ecstatic about my hair. I got my bangs recut, a little

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Flush-Stopper - Stop Public Restroom Fear BEFORE It begins Oh, wow... I had a laugh out of this. In the more hygienic public bathrooms there are the automatic flushers which use a sensor to tell when you step up from the toilet. Sometimes, though, they flush at an inconvenient moment. Not a big deal at all for me. I'm not scared of toilets, thank you very much. However, apparently kids who are

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My grandfather was diagnosed with Hairy Cell Leukemia a few months ago. It's a cancer in the blood that produces abnormally-shaped white cells with hair-like projections; thus, the name. We thought that this was bad enough, but that there was still hope. Now I'm not so sure. The doctors had been doing something to try and make some difference with the hairy cells - I'm not sure exactly what it

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Yesterday I ended up going to the farmer's market held every Saturday down on the Capitol square with my friend, Ellie, and a French girl, Marion, who is staying with Ellie's family for three weeks on an exchange program. Some unexpected guests on the trip were Ellie's mother and her baby brother, Andrew, along with two women from Chile who were here on exchange programs as well. You know,

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A little over two weeks ago, my dad and I ordered around $80 worth of sheet music from LowestCostMusic.com, a site that we hadn't ordered from before. We decided to shop there because, as is suggested by the name, it has the lowest prices, even if it's lower by just around 20 cents. Still. Soon, however, the excitement of new music arriving within two weeks wore off to be replaced by doubt. We

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Last night my dad took me out driving, and since we didn't know where to go, I just ended up heading over to the sewage treatment area, which actually was a horrible lapse of judgment on my part. It really stank. I don't understand how people can live around there! So I quickly made a turn away from the area - and ended up driving out into the country, which isn't so bad during the day. But this

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My sister and I finally got a chance to go to the zoo yesterday. We've been wanting to go for a while, and it was the perfect zoo day - hot, sunny, and bright. We had to get directions from our parents because the zoo is sort of downtown. Not really near the campus or the capital or anything, but far enough downtown that we didn't really remember how to get there, or just didn't trust our

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Yesterday was a horrible day. I really hated being stuck in the house, so much that whenever I went to go get something from the basement, I ended up staying down there for five minutes trying to stop crying. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help it, which just made me feel worse. No one ever saw me, though, and so my secret was safe from the prying family. And I didn't want my mom to know

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I feel almost mean saying this, but I really hate how I was the one who ended up having to care for my mom. She recently had surgery and now can't do much on her own. We were all supposed to help out, but it turns out I'm almost always the one sitting with her and getting her food. My older sister is staying away from the house as much as possible, and she uses the excuse of "I have to let out

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1091072986288548072004-07-28T22:19:00.000-05:002004-07-28T22:49:46.290-05:00

I've really not been happy lately. I mean, bordering on depression - nothing good to be bordering on. And no matter how I try, I can't drag myself back. The only times I'm close to being happy are when I'm playing the piano, sleeping, or talking with someone in particular. That's it - I'm not happy when the sun comes out (usually something that will lift my mood), I'm not excited when the mail

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1090783769378103042004-07-25T13:56:00.000-05:002004-07-25T14:29:29.376-05:00

It's been done - Lance Armstrong has won the Tour de France a record-breaking six times. And, not just six times, but six times in a row. It all started when, after surviving cancer - a victory in itself, he came back to the Tour to win in 1999, and he has won ever since. Considering all the hype around the number six (no one has been able to win six times before - no one), I was really afraid

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I saw a trailer for The Manchurian Candidate a week or two ago, and it immediately had me hooked. Just a few minutes ago, I went to the official website, and it blew me away. I didn't watch any of the trailers they offered, or even play the game, but I went through all the "hidden" links in the site and was thoroughly trapped - I have to see that movie! Yes, yes, it's rated R, but I can get

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I've recently started working on a new piano piece - as if I don't have enough already. I'm working on a baroque invention by Bach (a killer - I don't think I really like playing baroque pieces...), six ecoissaises by Beethoven, and a sonatina by Clementi, all the while doing Hanon exercises that just kill your hands. Although, my parallel thirds are getting better... And now, I'm adding in a

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When I was little, my sisters and I got very jealous over the fact that our parents each had their special days - we wanted one of our own. So we came up with Sister's Day - the special day just for us that can be set to any day of the year. We would get each other little presents that our parents usually ended up buying, since we had no money of our own. I'm sure that made our parents like the

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I have terrible arachnophobia. When I see a spider, or anything that looks like a spider for that matter, I freak out. Not only do I whine really loudly, scream, and jump around the room, but I usually won't let anyone near the thing unless I'm absolutely sure they will be able to successfully capture the spider and take it outside. What's even worse is that I seem to have no control over my

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1090183358565021352004-07-18T15:11:00.000-05:002004-07-18T22:30:29.036-05:00

Ha, this just makes me laugh... Ever since my Thirty post, the ads in the bar at the top of the screen have been about learning to drive and getting a learner's permit. Best of all - the related searches have a "scary" theme.   Yesterday was my sister's graduation party. Yes, it was late, but it's better having it in July than the weekend right after graduation. You end up having to make

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1089661889591377032004-07-12T14:41:00.000-05:002004-07-12T14:51:29.590-05:00

A few months ago, I got my learner's permit to start driving. And, yeah, it was really exciting, besides the fact that the woman who made me my permit totally messed up the information on it more than once. First, I had black hair, while I'm actually blonde. After we got that fixed and the DOT closed for the day, I realized that my permit said I was male, while I'm really female. And it's not

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My dreams lately have been extremely scary. Not because they're like horror movies, because they aren't, but because they are so realistic. It feels like I'm living my dream and not asleep in my bed. I can feel everything I touch, I can really hear every sound. All of my emotions are strong and clear - nothing is hazy, like in most of my dreams. There have been certain themes in all of my

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Let's just take a moment to be proud of the US Postal team in Le Tour de France for winning the team trial yesterday by a minute and seven seconds. Wow! That, of course, gave Lance the maillot jaune - his 60th. And even though he lost it during today's stage, he's still doing incredibly well. Losing the yellow jersey will actually help him and his team because they won't be expected to lead the

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Woah. I got a large, cream-colored envelope in the mail today that cost 80 cents to send. At first I thought "Hey, maybe it's the wedding invitation!" But wedding invitations usually don't cost that much to send out. So I opened it up, and realized that it's from the government. The government. The government has never sent me anything before except my social security card, my passport, and a

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Okay, so as usual, fate proved me wrong about yesterday. Fate tends to do that a lot, it seems. Yesterday was actually really fun. The sun came out and the weather brightened, along with my mood. My sisters and I ended up going over to the Monona fair in the afternoon to look at the art booths. Wow, some of that stuff was amazing. But the booth that really interested me was called "Wearable

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Wow. I'm still extremely amazed that my parents put up a flag this year. We actually own two flags this year, thanks to Kohls department store. We got them free since we spent more than a certain amount of money, twice. And now one of them is hanging, off-center, in our little porch/doorway area at the front of the house. Huh. And all these years of not owning a flag and not bothering to buy one,

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Feeling blue? Lonely? Just not loved? The ultimate pick-me-up is here for you! The Love Bag! Just give it a squeeze and it will instantly turn your frown upside down! All red and baggish, along with such a cute, wide smile, it can't do you wrong! It has a wide vocabulary, consisting entirely of "I love you!" and "You're gorgeous!" Best of all, it can whistle! Available at all Urban Outfitters

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1088698991880742632004-07-01T10:52:00.000-05:002004-07-01T11:23:11.880-05:00

My friend and I are both having serious relationship problems, which, in turn, is making us both depressed. Depression is no fun for anyone, not even a person who might pass a depression-filled person on the street. It's just bad all around. So we were trying to cheer ourselves up by inviting a whole bunch of our friends to go see Spider-Man 2 last night, but it really didn't work out. We ended

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1088199034299114102004-06-25T15:12:00.000-05:002004-06-25T16:30:34.300-05:00

I finally took the time today and went over to Michael's with my sister to turn in my application. Michael's - the best place in Madison (and Monona) to get frozen custard. And cheese curds. I really hope I get a job there - I've gone to the same place ever since I was little, and I still love it. Because my friend recommended me, and she has a job there, I most likely will get one. But, you

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1088107675318660172004-06-24T15:07:00.000-05:002004-06-24T15:14:19.763-05:00

Pisa, Italy. So beautiful. So peaceful, so... Calm. Yet another place I want to find and visit someday. Again, that wonderful someday, sometime in the future, when I go around the world seeing everything I've ever wanted to see. Everything I've ever dreamed of. No, not just Europe, though so many of the pictures I've found are from there. But Africa, too. Especially the country where my uncle

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I had another Behind the Wheel today, and I was a little nervous because I haven't driven much lately. The last time I drove was on Sunday when I drove out to my grandparents' house in the country - hardly any traffic to deal with at all, and no need for a lane change. And on top of that, I had to drive downtown today - not fun. Downtown Madison is crazy - most people avoid it at all costs. But,

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1087869950878507122004-06-21T20:53:00.000-05:002004-06-21T21:07:18.756-05:00

It seems like ever since school got out, all I've been doing is cleaning my room. Of course, that's not true - I didn't start until about 4 days had passed from the last day of school, and that's not all I have been doing. I clean for about 2 or 3 hours each day, which includes regular vacuuming and rearranging of everything that is already clean. And my room is looking nice! It's just very

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1087680784745806542004-06-19T16:20:00.000-05:002004-06-19T16:33:04.746-05:00

Why is it that even though I do nothing mean, strange, different, or annoying, I can still make my sisters extremely mad at me. Take today for example. I just said some little hello/good morning type thing to my sister, and then she glared at me and wouldn't say anything in return. Okay, I just thought she was in a bad mood. She seemed to be better this afternoon, so I went out to some of the

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1087581258191779212004-06-18T12:40:00.000-05:002004-06-18T12:54:18.190-05:00

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love." - Sophocles Maybe it's a little girl's dream that I'm still holding on to, but it's still what I want. Love. A true, powerful, and deep love that lasts and lasts. Never dies. There's such a huge chance, though, that I will never find that love - that one person that makes everything complete. So many people end up with a

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1087349439421856472004-06-15T20:10:00.000-05:002004-06-15T20:30:39.433-05:00

Just a day or two ago, I was thinking about how we've never moved from the same house. Never. We even remodeled our little ranch house into a very nice, large 2-story home. I know exactly where the little slope in our backyard dips down before flattening out. I know where all the squirrel nests are and how to open up the door a certain way to make just enough noise to scare them back up into the

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1087162607011256122004-06-13T16:04:00.000-05:002004-06-13T16:36:47.010-05:00

Caffeine is a party pooper. Well, that is, it's the party pooper for the second party in two days. For the first party, it just makes it all the more interesting. Last night was my friend's birthday party - a nice, low-key party, just a few friends hanging out. And then they broke out the soda. I'm not much of a soda drinker at all, and all they had was water or caffeinated soda. So, being

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1086968727448792612004-06-11T10:42:00.000-05:002004-06-11T10:50:10.446-05:00

My name be Red Ethel Flint! Passion is a big part of my life, which makes sense for a pirate. Like the rock flint, I be hard and sharp. But, also like flint, I be easily chipped... and sparky. Arr! Pirate Quiz

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Last night I went with my friend and her godmother to see Shakespeare's Twelfth Night at the American Players Theater, which, for you non-Wisconsinites, is an incredible open theater in the woods of hilly Spring Green. We were so excited, except, of course, for the fact that it was raining. We got to see the opening scene before it started to pour and we had to wait for about 20 minutes for it to

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I can't believe I was so stupid this morning... I was copying a few cds for my friends, but I realized I had forgotten one. So, I was rushing up to my room before I had to switch cds - just trying to save time. Well, the doorway to my room is a little cramped. To the left of it, you have a wall - my room is right next to the stairs. To the right of it, you have another wall, although this one is

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1086446458133483392004-06-05T09:16:00.000-05:002004-06-05T09:40:58.133-05:00

The year is almost over, and I still haven't started studying for my finals. Well, actually, in one class, we've been doing massive review packets for the past two weeks, so it's really just the other two classes I have finals in that I'm worrying about. And sometime, I have to make my sister's graduation present - with out her knowing about it. That's going to be hard - she's constantly using

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1086211793780591452004-06-02T16:20:00.000-05:002004-06-02T16:29:53.780-05:00

When the Statesman is available for pickup at school, we all know that the year is officially coming to a close. The Statesman is our yearbook - they just raise the price a few dollars because of the fancy name. I've already been signing a lot today, and probably half of the yearbooks I signed belonged to seniors. I'm really going to miss them all! They're a huge part of my life, and some of them

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1086123023377700312004-06-01T15:38:00.000-05:002004-06-01T15:52:35.303-05:00

Everyone has crappy Mondays - some more than others, but still, it's just a fact of life. And yes, my Monday yesterday was pretty bad, but so was the rest of the weekend, so I just put it to that. But today was pretty crappy, too. And it's Tuesday! I had simulation today in Driver's Ed, which is always an adventure. At least my simulator didn't break down in the middle of the video. Those

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1086014844398267272004-05-31T09:47:00.000-05:002004-05-31T09:50:05.530-05:00

I couldn't help but share this... You'll have to click on the image to be able to see it more clearly. I found it here.

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Some people love dreary weather. They can happily sit inside and feel comfy, cozy. Or, they can be just as happy outside in the rain. Not me. When it rains, I get depressed, especially when I don't have set things I need to do. I thrive in the sunlight. I love when it's warm and bright out, not cold and damp. And yet, for the past few weeks, it's been rain rain rain, with just a few breaks in

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1085947233667295352004-05-30T14:49:00.000-05:002004-05-30T15:00:33.666-05:00

I waited around all day yesterday for Clint to call so that we could go see The Day After Tomorrow, but he never called. I feel really let down - I don't know what to think. I don't know if I should be hurt, mad, or wonder what happened to make him forget. My friend Anna didn't even call, although I knew that she might not have the time. Clint promised he'd call either Friday night or yesterday.

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1085778766399024332004-05-28T16:12:00.000-05:002004-05-28T16:13:39.850-05:00

This is a village in Gers, Southern France. When I go to France someday, I'll be finding this street. It's just so romantic and classic... I'll also be going to Marseilles, Paris, Aix en Provence, and all the castles I can get to. It will be an expensive trip, and it's definately still a long ways off, but I will be going someday - you can count on it.

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So, today was a lot better than I thought it would be. Sometimes Fridays can be pretty slow just because they're Fridays. But not today! I had a blast in all of my classes, except for Driver's Ed. That class is always trying to scare us so we're careful drivers, but there's no need to scare me - I'm already scared. I know that my car is a weapon, I know what happens in crashes, especially when

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1085712735657688862004-05-27T21:37:00.000-05:002004-05-27T21:52:15.656-05:00

This week has been extremely tiring. I'm loaded with work because teachers are trying to fit in the rest of our units before the end of the year. And they expect you to be able to do everything every night even though you have a lot of other things going on, such as an extra long choir concert last night. It went really well, though. Voices and Show Choir were awesome, as always, and the Senior

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Today was a bad day... I only got 4 hours of sleep because my dog kept waking me up to go outside. She was really sick all day Sunday and through last night - I won't go into the details, but I feel so bad for her! She's getting better now though. Dad took her into the vet, and she got special food and lots of pills, and she doesn't have to go outside as often anymore. I take that as a good sign.

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1085352951888410882004-05-23T17:39:00.000-05:002004-05-23T17:56:52.770-05:00

Yesterday, my dad took me out driving again. And, what a miracle, I was able to go over 10 miles an hour!! Yay me! It started to rain, but I was still able to drive on the roads around the businesses. I even drove around other cars: I crossed Pflaum, went safely around an uphill curve with parked cars along the side, and then turned around to go back to the business area. I was so proud of myself

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1085258936630576172004-05-22T15:26:00.000-05:002004-05-22T15:48:56.630-05:00

Yesterday was the trip to the Choir Festival and Great America for Voices and Show Choir. There's a lot to tell... First of all, I had to get up a little earlier than usual, which was alright. What was bad was sitting in the bus, waiting for all the drums to get loaded, and having it start to rain. Pour. And the scariest thing was seeing a funnel cloud begin to form right before our eyes. Some

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And, yes, I did get into Voices again for next year. Yay me. I figured that I would, but you can never really be sure. And it was kind of funny on the Show Choir list - my choir director had the names of the people who got in listed separately for their voice section, such as sopranos, altos, and so on. And then, at the bottom, I had my own little section for being the accompanist. Makes me feel

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829879554844996369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116808.post-1085001074800743542004-05-19T15:49:00.000-05:002004-05-19T16:11:14.800-05:00

It's very rare that I can just come home and not worry about anything except when I will do my very little homework... It's a great feeling. Most of the time, I'm worrying about everything I have to do, when I'm going to do it, if I have enough time to do it now or if I should do it later... It's really horrible. But not today! I can just sit here for a while and know that after supper I'll do my

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