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Name: Rachel
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Metro: St. Louis
Gender: Female
Interests: i LOVE art. drawing,painting, its so awesome. i play the violin, but im not good enough to join anything. indie movies could be the best thing that ever happened.i love stargazing in the country, falling asleep in a hammock,drawing sunsets, observing nature as a whole, photography, and psychiatric profiling(aka, i'm a reductionist)
Expertise: bein sarcastic
Occupation: learner
Industry: knowledge
Message: message me
Yahoo:  violinsrock08
Member Since:
1/4/2005
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| sooooooo its been a while, say 3 months since my last update. i apologize. i cant wait until saturday, because grace and i are going to see Children of Men. its such a good movie, i swear one of the top 5. yeah, thats right, 5. i might even go to a b ball game tomorrow, which would be the shit. joe plays, so its fun to go and watch. most of the time i'm with anthony, who'll deny it, but everyone thinks is gay, and we sit with the rhythmettes. i swear i go deaf every game they're so loud, but its awesome all the same. work's good right now, though hoping for a promotion soon. be well, Rachel | | |
| so, damnit, i'm not going to homecoming. ah well, who needs it? joe's going, so that makes me want to go. only problem being he's probably going with a girlfriend, so it would most likely suck to long for a chat all night. i took the PSAT on wednesday, which wasnt that hard, but took a deal of brain power. brain power i dont have. there was one problem that i got the correct answer on, but took a long and unecessary road to get to. if i can, i'll draw a picture ofhow i figured it out....guess i cant. 
way too complicated, i know, but that's just how my brain works. good luck figuring that out. -Rachel | | |
| yesterday i was supposed to work 10:30-3:30, but i called friday night to talk to schnucks about it. when i called, phil the store manager talked to me, and i told him i wouldnt be able to come in and they'd have to fill me in. he said that'd be ok and sympathized with me(i had four teeth pulled on friday). at 11:30, saturday morning, barb, the customer service manager, calls and tells me i was supposed to come in an hour ago. she asks why i wasnt there, and i tell her about how i called phil the night before. she then continues to bitch to me about her boss' mistake and asks me to make sure she gets the message next time. what a biatch. just wait, she'll probably ask if i can work this next weekend that i asked off for the fall retreat, to which i'll just tell her that i'll be out of town. ha ha, barb, in yo face! let me see what'ya got now, bitch! man do i hate management right now. on the flipside, today was quite pleasant. mom, becky, crystal, ava and i all went to georgia's wedding shower. it was fun until my vicoden stopped kicking in. then my mouth felt like two people were yanking my upper and lower lip from my mouth. yeah, not a fun party, but it was still nice to see georgia so happy with friends and family. ~rachel | | |
| dad's being a fuckin jackass right now.......he's making anna mow the grass because she has homework. a bunch of bullshit if you ask me. and john's stupid friend dane is still here watching us argue. what an asshole. | | |
| recently, i've reexamined my reasons for being attracted to certain people. going by greg johnson's standards, one should like another for being friends. not to say i'm in love with all my friends, but such a rule of thumb gives a good perspective. for example, my classmate tim is what i'd call handsome, but is he actually my friend? or do i want to believe so in order for him to gain favor in my eyes? it's quite complicated, and an easy distraction from work and school. how trivial it is for me to waste time and effort over this subject, but what else do you expect from youth? an excellent example of foolishness, if you don't mind my saying. today i played tennis at canterway park, by myself, and it was very invigorating. i haven't done that since the middle of summer, but it was just what i needed. honestly, i should've tried out for the tennis team and made a couple new friends. also, french class is increasingly more interesting. i sit next to a sophomore named joe who is really quiet normally, but when he does talk is humorous. lately, though, he's been down because of his grandfather's dying of cancer. i don't want to bother him by talking about it, so i don't really know how to show my apologies, or if i even need to. time will heal most things, and i'm hoping this. -Rachel "History is a myth men choose to believe." -Napoleon Bonaparte | | |
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