Hmmm...I Need Better Titles, Don't I?

Hmmm...this week was rather summery. (Big surprise, hmm?)
I went to the pool almost every day...I hung out with my friends, and got grounded so that I'm not just at home when I'm in an antisocial mood, or need to sleep, although I might ignore that tomorrow, because Ana and Nate invited me to the zoo with them, and I haven't seen Nate since Ellie's birthday party, which was on December 11th, so it's been a while!
Yeah, my mom's home now, and my dad's coming back at midnight, so yay for that!
I don't know, it's been a rather uneventful week, so I'll just finish this.

Question of the Week is: You know all those pajamas with little prints on them (like these - http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod96440001&ecid=NMCIGoogleBaseFeed&ci_src=14110944&ci_sku=I026N they're the first that came up xP)? What would you put on yours?

Blah....

Erm, hai. As I usually write stuff on Fridays, I shall write from my perspective of yesterday, at this time.

I am supposed to be at a party, but my ride ditched me. Well, sort of (she'll come at 6:45 instead of 6. Humph.)
It's Lauren's birthday party, but Lauren's not even coming. Why did I go get her a present again? :P It cost $20, too. Which is expensive for this girl. On the other hand, I also got cool nail stuff so my nails won't look all chewy soon. Hopefully.

It's summer; finals are over, they went well. Ish. Anyway, it doesn't feel like summer. Maybe it's that I haven't gone to the pool much yet, or haven't been at any parties, or haven't gone on a road trip, or done anything else that defines summer. It seems this whole year has gone by super fast, though. I can't believe there's only 3 of these left until freedom/responsibility (I can't decide whether I'm terrified of leaving home or super-mega-excited to be able to make my own rules).

My flip-flops are dead, and as I don't feel like wearing flats/sandals, I shall walk around barefoot. I'm waiting for my mom to come back from England so she'll sponsor the new flip-flops. Although I'm not sure I can hold out much longer - my grandma is driving me insane. Also, I am not a slut. People do wear short shorts with a tank top in public, no? Argh.

I don't really have very much to say. I'm sort of curious about what will happen next year. The two possibilities are polar opposites, actually: I'll either become a druggie or a complete goodie-two-shoes/overachiever. I don't even know which I'd prefer, either. It just seems like doing drugs will be less stressful, but I don't want to make life difficult for myself later. xP Meh.

I don't feel like doing songs of the week anymore, by the way.
My answer to last week's question is 'yes', obviously.
Question of the week is What's the most amount of sand you've ever had in your swimsuit? Maybe thinking about summer will make it seem more like. xP

Love My Life

This is going to be a rather mundane post, I think. Just so you know and can skip if you wish. (But then again, I'll yell at you if you do...so don't? Prepare yourself? I don't know....)
It's not that my life is all that boring, but...you know how you begin to sort of have a routine, and the days all seem to sort of all roll together? That's what it's like right now.

First off, my parents are in England. Any normal teenager would find this a fit situation in which to throw the party of everybody's life (especially if there are just...incredible amounts of alcohol in the house), but my parents got my (maternal, if anyone cares) grandparents to come over from California to take care of my little sister and I. I'm not trusted to cook, apparently. ">.< I CAN MICROWAVE STUFF!!! ...Oh, shut up, I know I fail. (Especially as we don't have a microwave.)

We're done with the pigs; had the exam today; everyone failed so badly.

We were signing yearbooks today, I mostly recorded private jokes. There's a little story about this, but just so you know, this will expose the 100% bitchy side of me.
So Elisabeth is a new friend of my group, right? So I was signing her yearbook and I wrote "THE FLOOR IS SLANTING!!!" (ooh, I have to tell about that!) in it, and we were passing it around the group, and then I was reading stuff people wrote, and Ellie wrote something like "Welcome to the group. I'm so glad we're friends." No jokes, no nothing...it bothered the hell out of me. For no real reason, either. I mean, I'm super glad I met Elisabeth too...but I don't know, it just seems a bit stupid to me to say it like that....
Now I shall tell you about The Floor.

So Elisabeth and I were shopping, and we went into AE (Lalis, do you have that???) and yeah, we looked around, I complained about lack of suitable flip-flops (if only the mens' stuff was a bit SMALLER '-_-) and as we were coming out, I felt like one of my feet was higher than the other. So I started saying "Is it just me or-"
Random employee behind me: "It's just you." I sort of laughed. "But what?"
"Is the floor slanting?" I asked. (I felt really stupid, too. Because I was sure it was, but I COULDN'T SEE IT SLANTING!!! Elisabeth told me later that it was >.<)
ANYWAY, the employee gave me the weirdest look I have ever gotten, probably, and he backed away a bit, I swear, but he was like "Dude, what are you on??!! It's awesome!!!"
Anyway, so Elisabeth and I went to H&M, and then we were coming back because there were some beautiful glove thingies I wanted from Hot Topic, and we were passing back by American Eagle and I thought it only proper to answer his question. So, after a small catfight (Elisabeth refused to go back in!), I went back in to find him and discovered all the employees looked the same. So I went up to one who was in a totally different area, because it was more likely that he moved, and told him that I was on acid. He didn't seem to quite make out what I said, so I screamed "ACID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and ran out of the store. 'Twas quite fun, but I'm afraid I got the wrong guy....oops.

But back to tests that I'll fail...I'm hopeless with Latin. I haven't been in class for weeks now, I think. >.< Somehow, though, I only started hanging out with the serious druggies/skippers just now. It's odd, but I think I love them all xD
Except not when the male portion is massaging each other. That was slightly disturbing....

Also, I got yelled at by my grandmother today. Why? Apparently, emo gloves used to be worn by prostitutes xD It sort of made my day....

AND, also, apparently I've been sexually assaulted. 4th degree. (I'm dead serious too; we were talking about degrees of sexual assault in health, and right now, somebody could now be forced to register as a sexual offender...o.o But I won't press charges because I guess I'm a ho.)


Anyway, back to last week's question of the day, my rubber stamp would be a peace sign, if only to piss my parents off (but I like peace signs too :D)
This week's question is the following: Do you believe that forks are evolved from spoons? (No, honestly. I've been thinking about this...I don't know why...anyway, and I feel like they did.)

OMG rawr.

OK. So. This week is scarring me for life.


If you have a weak stomach, just run down to the Q of the week. Do not read the following:


Even though I shall type it in caps.


In bio, WE ARE DISSECTING...wait for it....ITSY BITSY LITTLE FETAL PIGGIES WHO HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG!!! EVER!!!
Where is the justice in this world??? Ohmigod. It's so terrible. Sososososo horrible. And I am the artist. I wanted to be the researcher, which would just mean that I look stuff up about different systems, but nooo. :( I have to look at the pig and draw its' salivatory gland and its' HEART, for God's sake, and then magnify the heart so I can draw cross sections of the veins and arteries.
Oh, and the Dissector is my friend's on-again, off-again boyfriend (but she's madly in love with him, which is annoying), and he is...OK, WAYYYYYYYY!!!! too into this lab. He doesn't even put on gloves!!! What is up with that???

And the other reason this week sucks, as of about 3 minutes ago, is that my ex just asked me out again. And I just can't do the relationship thing, not with her, never ever ever ever again. Never ever ever. Never. Nononono.
And the worst thing is, I tried to make it hurt a bit less or something by telling her I already had a boyfriend, and she said "I hope he breaks your heart like you broke mine" after telling me how I ruined her life again.
And I'm sorry...but...if your life revolves around me...then why can't you treat me OK for 3 days straight when I cave in and say yes? Hmmm? I won't go into details, but...there is most definitely a reason I am not forgiving her. And she knows it. And she denies it!




Anyway.
Song of the Week: I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin. Because this is my mood, thanks to my ex.


Question of the Week: Your hand has been replaced by a rubber stamp. What does it say?

Pandora's Box

Hey hey. I'm really tired and confused about my life right now, so I don't think I shall ramble about anything this week. The vid is from Saturday; I feel like that's the last time I had a good time with the people I normally hang out with. God, it feels like I'm being adopted by a completely different clique, and I like them better in some ways, but in others...we never really had to talk about anything serious in my old clique. We just listened to Lauren talking. In this clique, we talk about stuff. I don't know. I like it, but I'm a little scared.
Also, if I move to that clique, Elysia will be more than offended. And I really do like her. But I don't actually like very many other people from my old clique...so I don't know.

Song of the week is Whispers in the Dark by Skillet, because that's sort of like what the new clique is like (in a non-romantic way, of course.)

My answer to the question last week is: I'd dress up (and show off my body) a bit. I don't really know why, I don't really want to seduce them or anything before I eat them...but the idea appeals to me, somehow.
The assignment (because I don't have a question!) for this week is: Compose the lyrics to a new national anthem that features an animal sound at least once. I am very curious as to your responses, so please be creative, DON'T JUST SAY I DON'T KNOW! (*cough* Mimi *cough*...you don't have to tell me right away, you know...), and yeah.

Musings - Ugly/Pretty in Society

Hey. One thing I'm quickly going to warn you about for this post: this isn't very much about something that happened. It's just some thoughts that are going through my head because of certain things that happened today. So if you don't really give a damn, that's fine :) I won't begrudge you for it or anything.

Alright, now that that's sorted out, let me relate the events that have led up to this train of thought.
Today I was attacked by eyeshadow and mascara-wielding girly friends and sisters of friends (comment if you want pics). After this, Lauren, who is a bit stuck-up (I'm sure we all know the type. This is the friend who's always talking about how many guys want her and how pretty she is and all), who tends to compliment me on my looks, was basically ignored because I very rarely wear any makeup, and apparently I looked wonderful. Because of this (I'm guessing), she started telling me that I looked horrible and that my eyelashes looked too long and spidery. (I'm hoping they didn't, as everyone else seemed to beg to differ.) (She stopped after Mai-Choua told her that my bottom eyelashes are about as long as her top ones. I'm not trying to be vain!!!) Also, Destiny, a girl in my history class, who has never talked to me before and probably doesn't really know my name, came up to me and asked me if I was wearing makeup, and then told me it was pretty.
Later tonight, I was on Farmville (SHUT UP) and was 'harvesting' my animals. Now, I had an Ugly Duckling from Myles, and I didn't really like it very much because it was no use. But today, Farmville said it was ready to be 'Transformed'. When I transformed it, it became a beautiful swan. Now, I don't know how this changed anything, but now I'm rather glad I have it. And it hasn't done anything special. It just turned from an ugly duckling into a swan. It's still just taking up space on my farm, and it would probably be more use if I just sold it right now.

I'm guessing you all already know what I'm about to say, and I'm sure as soon as I say it, you will just stop reading from sheer boredom. But, here goes: we tend to favor Beautiful people/objects over the Normal, or even Ugly people/objects. I'm not going to recite the 'ugly people can be kinder' thing, because that's also setting up a bias that all pretty people are bitches and all ugly people are secretly fascinating saints. (I'm not saying that no pretty people are bitches, because they very well can be, or that ugly people can't be interesting and kind, either.)
But the overall point of this post is this: I tend to think of myself as someone who doesn't judge. Perhaps I'm over-idealizing, but I honestly did think that. I also didn't expect Lauren to become all bitchy just because I was getting more attention for the duration of 15 minutes or so. Friends really should not do that. (And get 'em, MC!!!) So what I'm saying is, don't be vain, and don't judge. And none of us are perfect. But...honestly? My opinion of that Duckling/Swan legitly completely turned around. And that doesn't compliment me much as a person.

Thanks for letting me talk, if you're really still reading. You get a brownie and my awe.

The song of the week is still Firefly by Breaking Benjamin, because I don't think anybody noticed that there WAS a song of the week.

About the question of the week...erm...yeah. Nobody answered it. I honestly have no clue what I was expecting, and I don't really know what I would rename the ringtoe either. It was a really dumb question. I'm sorry. And I know it wasn't really a question either! So I hope that maybe I'll get better responses for this one: If you were a cannibal, what would you wear to dinner?

Rain is Love.

Hey hey. Second post, woot woot!

Well, I suppose I shall just write about today. It was fun, and I guess I'd remember it clearest.
As anyone in my general area (Madison, WI is where I live) knows, today it was sort of raining, but not too badly - wet, but not so much that you have to stay inside. It also happened to be a Friday, which is the day on which we freshmen get a full hour for lunch, which means we have more time to do stuff.
So, after eating and all, Myles was like, "I wanna run around the school barefoot! But I don't want to do it alone...."
I was like, "Hell yeah, go for it! I won't run, but I'll walk behind you."
And grrr it was so infuriating! He was like, "Yeah, you'll walk behind me, shaking your head." However, he loves rain and he LOVES running on grass barefoot, so he decided he'd go outside (only if someone else came with, of course. He really needs to start learning to be unique on his own >.<) Elisabeth and I came. Elysia was whining about how immature and stuff we were. Remember how much I loved her last week? She's been really grating on my nerves this week. Myles ran around on the little field that nobody ever uses that by the school, that's right across the street from the tennis courts and the field and the block that EVERYONE uses. Elisabeth ran around with him. I. Cannot. Run! It's annoying, I walked 5 miles in not very comfortable shoes, so just because of that, I have blisters all over my feet. Grr. Anyhows, so after a while, Ana came out, but she left soon. And then Elysia came out! It made Myles so happy (I think I love Myles now. He's such a nice person, except when he's drowning bugs). He was talking about how it was the best lunch hour ever, except then Elysia was a brat and was like, "Um, no, sorry guys, but this is NOT the funnest lunch hour ever." And then...she stepped in a mud puddle. I can quite honestly say that I now believe in karma 100%. That just made things all right. She got all pissy and went inside, though. Oh well. Elisabeth started jumping in the mud puddles, and then Myles was like, "Hey, I'll paint myself with the mud like Native American war paint if you guys do." So we all gave ourselves two stripes on each cheek (well, Myles painted himself. Elisabeth and I were scared that it wouldn't turn out well, so we did each other. It still turned out horribly.) Then we came back in and Elysia was telling us about how stupid it was to paint ourselves with mud, and how gross we were. And we were taking pictures of each other and laughing, and she was all "Mehmeh, I don't see what's so funny." I think she didn't get her daily dose of sugar or something.... Then, after we checked ourselves in the bathroom to make sure it didn't look too bad, we went into Ms. Jankes room to show off (I'm not even sure what subject she teaches, but she's Ana's favorite teacher, so it can't be math. Speaking of, I solved two math problems for Ana today during lunch too, but that's unimportant). Malik was all, "What is that???" As a matter of fact, quite a lot of people were for the remainder of the day. Mission accomplished!
Elisabeth was going to wash her war paint off, but I told her that I was going to keep mine on, so she did too.
Oh, and then Myles and Malik and Ana and I were just sort of walking around and then Malik told me a Jew joke. I don't really care, actually, but I pretended to and...holy hell, does that boy over-apologize. Honestly, if I say it's OK the first 10 times, then it's OK. (I'm Jewish, in case you didn't know. Just so that little part makes sense).
Later in History, I was talking to Ebraheem and he was like "What's on your face?" I told him it was mud, and he told me, "Couldn't you have just used henna?" Made my day.


And then later today, what really made my day was this. Eric had a really pissed off status on Facebook, it was like a paragraph just ranting about somebody being a total bitch and not appreciating their friendship, and then he commented 3-4 times with more complete paragraphs about it. (You guys don't know Eric, but I have never seen him anything close to mildly upset with somebody. So this is a huge deal.) And then I chatted with him and, a while into the conversation, I told him I had mud on my cheek and then he was like "Rachel, thanks for making me smile." I was almost crying, it was so cute. The next time I see him, I'm going to give him the biggest hug ever and just walk away. He's such a dork, but you can't dislike him.




Oh yeah, and I've decided I want a question of the week that you guys can answer if you want. It won't be anything boring, don't worry. So, this week's question is: Please come up with a more appropriate name for the ringtoe. And I'll answer next week. Deal?

The song of the week is Firefly by Breaking Benjamin, because I'm annoyed that everyone's talking about Fireflies by Owl City! (Not that that song doesn't rock xP)

Erm. Hai.

So. This is the second blog I'm attempting. My first one I gave up on because my dad stalked it. So I'm now going to be clearing my history. And I won't post very often, just once a week or so. Or whenever anything interestingful happens. Yay for interestingful stuffs :)
Also, how do you make this blog format unboring? (Someone tell me...'-_-)
And lastly, I refuse to share this with anybody who I know in real life. Then I'll end up exaggerating to make myself look good. And I'm sort of trying to be honest. So...I shall begin.

Well, I suppose something interesting happened this Monday. Sort of. I skipped last hour.
I mean, I've skipped before. Many times. Weeks in a row. But I would just wander around the school with Blair (you're going to have to learn my friends' names, I'm afraid). This time, it was a group thing and we left.
OK, so it all began Sunday. Ana was chatting with me on Facebook, and she asked if I wanted to skip 3rd hour with her. I have Bio 3rd hour. Bio is my favorite subject (Don't comment about how nerdy I am. Can you comment? Anyway, I'm not nerdy. It's just fascinating to me. Now hush). I told her I'd skip 8th hour. 8th hour's OK because the teacher won't mark me absent, so I won't get a skip call, so my parents won't freak out on me, so life will be good.
I made arrangements with Blair for her to go to the library and write my name on the pass so I wouldn't get marked absent that night.
Monday at lunch, though, Ana said she was already in enough trouble, so she wouldn't skip with me. I was about to complain about this, but the second I mentioned it, Elysia was all like, "Ooh, you're skipping? I'll skip with you!" (I love you, Elysia. FYI.) And then Myles was like, "Oh, well then I suppose I'll come along." And then Mai Choua was like, "You guys are skipping? I guess I'll come!"
So I came to Latin because I wanted to say hi to Blair before skipping and I convinced her to come along! She still wrote us both a pass, though. Ugh *eyeroll*
So we went out to the Ash St. entrance, which is where we were going to meet, but we didn't see them at first and Blair was all "They aren't here, let's go back, mehmehmeh" but I went down and saw Myles and Mai Choua. And then we went down the stairs to them, and we saw Elysia too and Elysia was so happy to see Blair!
At first we just crossed the street and started walking away (well, Blair did and the rest of us followed), but then Myles was all like, "Where are we going?" And we decided we'd go to Bagels [Forever].
We walked on Van Hise, too. The Latin window looks out on Van Hise. And Blair was like, "Aaahhh, Connor might look out and see us skipping and then he'll tell Joel." (Joel's her boyfriend who gets mad at her when she skips Latin because she's failing.) So she went with Myles to the other side of the block and the rest of us paraded in front of the school.
So, we got to Bagels, convinced Elysia to pay for us, and like, a minute before we would have been gone, guess who comes in? A biology teacher who also is the club leader for Freedom From Religion, which both Elysia and I are in. o.o
Everyone was talking and buying food and I looked around and I saw him right in the doorway. And he gave me this look. And all I could say was "Hi." I felt so ashamed!!! I wouldn't have cared if it were any other adult but him. Because he's so nice and cool and all. And all he said was, "Stocking up?" :*( And then Elysia saw him and she was like 'ohhh shit'. So we left sort of fast and Mai Choua and Blair went back to school and Elysia and Myles and I went to Elysia's house.
We watched Star Wars and Equals Three (the Youtube channel?) and talked and stuff and it was really fun. And we called our parents at 3:40 and asked them if we could be there like the good little children we are. (Myles was fascinated by Russian :) It's not that cool that you have to tell me about it when I can barely hear my mom....)
We were planning to take Myles to my house and show him to my mom so she can see he's not all evil because he invited me to a party once and my mom went berserk on me. :P She's sort of a bitch about me having a social life. But that didn't work out, sadly, because Elysia's mom came home and wanted to drive us back to our respective houses :( It was aroung 5:10ish though, so it wasn't that early.
So all seems good and well, right? I come inside my house and my mom was like "Oh, you came back fast. It's a quick walk from Elysia's house?" and I was like "No, her mom drove us back," and she was like "Us?" Well, I told her Myles was there and she yelled at me for not telling her! I never tell her who I'm with and she's always been OK with it! And it's not like I like him, I'd understand if I did, but as I don't....
And, to top it all off, I got a skip call. For the wrong period. Which period, you ask? 5th period. Lunch.
But I'm still happy about that day overall. It was very fun :)



Song of the Week: In Fate's Hands by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
I love you my friends!!! And I wish I could take you all to where I must go! This song actually fits my life so damn well right now....