I was thinking, which doesn’t happen must anymore. I’m excited. But on to what I was thinking about. Maybe someone still reads this steaming pile of shite, but I can’t see why anyone would want to. I reread…stuff, and most of the entries talk about boring things, like my life, and contain a lot of whining. The newest entries also contain more cursing, since I’ve now fully realized that hey, I can. And being able to can is always good.

 

So I think I may make a blog of serious wonderfulness. This will probably take a while, though, as I want to make sure I’ll actually stick with it and add some of the interestingness that sometimes races through my mind before it gets away. People always like interestingness.

 

AHEM. So, until further notice (meaning when I announce the new URL), this blog is dead. It will be cremated, and I will throw its ashes into the ocean and weep. Well, maybe I’ll just hit delete blog later, once (if) the NEW AND IMPROVED version is up.

 

That works.

bold the things that are true about you. Stolen shamelessly from this place.

when i was younger, i made some bad decisions. Who hasn’t?
i don't watch much TV these days. Because most of it is reality garbage. I watch Pokemon.
i love sleeping.  Kinda unavoidable.
i have loads of books.
i once slept in a toilet. I wish. But alas, I am too large.
i love playing video games.  Mwaha.
i adore love. WTF?
i watch porn videos. oO
i watch "One Tree Hill." Soap Operas for teens.
i like sharks. Because no one else does. Everyone needs some lovins.
i love spiders Because they have powers I want..the power to make people scream upon sight. But then again, I usually have this power when I haven’t had my coffee.
i was born without hair & i still have no hair. I actually had no hair for the first couple years of my life.
i like George W. Bush. If only the pretzel had gotten him…
people are cool. WTF is cool, anyway?
i have changed a lot mentally over the past year. It’s a steady decline.
i love broccoli.
i have a Toyota & a pool. ?!!!!!
i have a lot to learn.  Because I’m a dumbass. Heh. Heheheh.
i carry a knife with me at all times.
i've never broken someone's bones.
i have a secret. =) I AM YOUR FATHER. Er..mother. Yeah.
i hate rain. I wuv rain. Its an excuse to walk in puddles. Or, more to the point, jump in them.
i drink health juice.
punk rock rules. OO I hate the way that was worded, however.
i hate bill gates. ?!
i love Vietnamese food.
i would hate to be famous. I hate attention.
i am not a morning person. In fact, I only speak in expletives until a. I’ve had my coffee or b. its after noon
i have long hair. To cover my second set of ears SHH
i have short hair.
i have potential. My mommy even says so!
i am pure afghan.
my legs are 2 different sizes. i refuse to believe my leqs are identical.
i have a long lost twin.
i wear those long-ass socks. Why do people feel the need to put ‘ass’ on the end of everything for emphasis?!
i can roll my tongue.  Indeed.
i like the way that i look. I really have no choice.
i'm obsessed with Italian food.  Mmmmm.
i know how to French braid.
i can be pessimistic or optimistic whenever i want. I really didn’t understand this one. Sounds like mood swings, but whatever.
i have a lot of mood swings.
i skateboard. Badly.
i think that skateboarders are hot. Just because..i am..one.
i think I’m in a band. Yeah, the school band * snort *

I think I have talent. So says my mommy.

i'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.
i'm popular. Pffffft.

i am currently single. Well, I’m casually dating Spongebob.

i can't swim.
my favorite color is either blue, red, or white. I like all colors ^^

i practically live in sweatshirts. (in the winter.) As opposed to..what? Freezing your ass off? No thanks.

i love to shop. Even though I usually have no money to shop with.

i would classify myself as either punk or qoth. Classify my ass.

i would classify myself as ghetto. There’s that word again..

i am a prep, shop at abercrombie, A&E, FCUK. If that ever happens, there’s a shotgun under my mattress.

i am obsessed with my journal.
i don't hate anyone. Because no one is worthy of my wrath.

i know how to square dance. If only if only.

i have a unibrow  

i am embarrassed to be seen with my mom. I wuv my mommy

I have a cell phone to call who?

i believe in qod. Because believing in yourself is going out of style.

I watch MTV on a daily basis If I feel like rotting my brain.

i know how to play the tuba. I wish. That would be great at parties.

i need coffee to survive. Oh yes.

i've had a boyfriend before.
i've rejected someone before.

i currently like someone and they have no idea that i like them.
i have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life. Except for live. Living is gooood.

i want kids when I’m older. WTF? I’m 14, and am currently at the stage where kids annoy me. Ask me later. Much.

i have changed a diaper before.

i have called the cops on a friend before.
i bite my nails. Yum.

i am a member of the Hilary Duff club. HELL NO

i am not allergic to anything. Mildly allergic to milk.

i love Broadway plays and have been to at least 3. I wish.

i have no idea who the 38th president was. Dumber and dumber…

i am completely shy around the opposite sex. This is a common misconception. What some say is being shy, I call ignoring your stupid ass.

i am online 24/7.
i have at least 24 away messages saved.
i have tried alcohol or drugs before.

i loved Rush Hour.
i've read the whole Harry Potter trilogy. Trilogy? But anyway..yeah.

if i were a dwarf i'd be Dopey.

when i was a kid, i played with GI Joe.
i don't mind country music.
i would die for my friends. I guess. If I had too. I’m a reluctant martyr

i think Juicy Fruit is the best type of gum.
i love soap operas.
i am extremely obsessive, paranoid, & jumpy. Sometimes.

i would love to be Demi Moore because Ashton Kutcher is a major hottie.

i love the Beatles, they're classic. Is anything old and well loved considered ‘classic’, and therefore ‘cool’? I HATE THAT. But the Beatles are okay.

i know all the words to "Barbie Girl." ^^

Halloween is awesome because you get free candy. Except for the whole ‘Aren’t you a little old for this?” spiel I get from EVERYONE

i like Spongebob Squarepants. He’s my new boyfriend.

i have to fart. WTF?!

I am happy. Most of the time.

So thats that.

My brother has recently taken to towing around an empty spool of thread, attached to string tied to a rubber band. His name is Forest, and he likes to run. Recently, while my brother was in the bathroom and Forest was waiting patiently outside, I grabbed the offending Spool and depositied him upstairs in my brother's room. After a high speed search, I was informed that Forest shouldn't have been upstairs in the first place, because he lives downstairs, in the sewing machine.

....

My legacy continues. LONG LIVE THE SPOOL! Invisible friends are for squares.

So I didn't kill The Chalk Board. So I didn't go crazy and delete all my entries, because I despise everything I've ever written. So I came back from PA, did some mud wrestling with my computer, and am back online. So..starting sentences (incomplete ones) with 'so' makes what you're trying to say so much more annoying.

Anyway, yeah, back. Minor layout change, rewrote profile.

I'm having major computer problems right now, if anyone was wondering where I had gone..plus I just found out that my Dad's being flown out to his ship (which is in Italy right now) and won't be home until the 27th. I'll be at my grandmothers house any time from the 3rd-27th of July. I might be able to snatch some 'net time at a library or something, but I wouldn't count on it >.<

KATIE!!: I can't get on MSN because of the stupid Spyware crap, SO: If I get some time, I'll be on Ria..so..yesssssss.

*huge sobs* Heh. Anyway..erm..bye.

I am now veryvery happy..! The rp site I was trying to join kept giving me problems, because it wouldn't let me stay signed in, etc., and after reading 80bazillion help files and custom setting my cookies, I now have access! ^-^ *jumps around*

Going to Water Country today..I wanted to rp, smooze around the net, etc., because it was cut short by comp. trouble and Busch Gardens yesterday, but oh well. AQUAZOID!!!@!!!!

Hmm..I think I mentioned (or I should have) at one point the current battle with my parental units..now, I usually get along exceedingly well with said parental units *SHOCK**dies*..but..lets just say this: my suburb living, Wal-Mart shopping, middle age,

I haven't blogged since Sunday oO Almost a complete week. I SUCK..!! @_@ Heh. ANYWAY: Interesting things going on around and about Racheleopia..mm..yeeeesssssss. BEHOLD!!!:

I almost completely missed Father's Day goings-on today...as in breakfast in bed, presents, etc. I was asleep, and no one thought that I'd maybe want to be a part of everything. I was so pissed off, and sad too..weird emotion. As soon as I woke up I heard voices and unwrapping, and by the time I got out of the loft, put on a robe and grabbed my present, everything was over. Almost. I gave my gift (a Spiderman action figure, complete with Subway prop and Doc Ock arms..er..tentacles) half asleep, as my daddy was finishing up his last spoonful of oatmeal. Depressing. And I don't blame myself, either, because it was 9 AM and we had been out late at Busch Gardens.

Speaking of, I rode the Loch Ness Monster for the first time. My daddums and I are working through roller coasters, because my 12 year old cousin has been going on ever one in the park since she was..uh..younger than 10..tall enough..I don't know, and we feel like wimps. Big Bad Wolf was easy. Loch Ness was good (I <3 the loops), and after we ride Nessie a few more times we'll work on Alpinegiest...which scares me. Its large..and loopy..and..*dies* And after that Apollo's Chariot, which I've already been on, but my father-figure dislikes great heights..and Apollo's main attraction is the first drop. Go to the website..for I cannot remember exact measurements and crap.

We're going to Busch Gardens today at about 4ish...we have Platinum Plus passes, good for two year admission to Busch Gardens (every one in the country), Water Country, and a whole bunch of other places...plus preferred parking, which means no more fucking tram *shoots tram, the walking to the tram, parking in obscurely name countries that aren't even in the park* We parked in France, which is right next to the entrance ^^

I should work on my bookbag..I should...all I have done on it is the bottom, but its the best bottom ever..veryvery strong. I keep telling myself this so I won't feel overly presured to work on it smore. Bah.

Ok, nothing good to say. Byebye.

Because I'm in such a shitty mood today, I've decided to hold a Rachel-pampering..uh..rest-of-the-day. So I'm going to Bush Gardens...and it shall be grand...

*simmers* I'm really pissed off right now, and I don't really know why. Theres a lot of little things, but nothing that should irk me /this/ much. Like, my right contact is screwed so I only have one in..which sucks, if your vision is as bad as mine. And I'm missing a box that has some of my stuffed creatures in it..namely my twin Grumpy Bears, which have quite a lot of sentimental value. AND I found my posters in the garage..fucking movers. POSTERS..IN A BOX..WITH MY NAME..or 'Rachal's name..in the garage...getting wet. Complete crap. Add to that the fact that my sister keeps 'forgetting' to feed Goblin. Bad enough that my mom halves her chore with her because she complains so much..that's what I think, anyway.

I feel better now. Must be the chocolate kicking in...

ANYWAY: I'm suffering from a very severe case of creative block. Not writers block. Not painters block. NOT EVEN duct-tapers block. But creative block. Because no matter what I try to do artistically, I can never find my inspiration. I tried bringing out my watercolors, but didn't know what to paint. After reading a really interesting new story (see Katie link over that way <<), I thought I write something, because I haven't in a while. But I didn't even open up a Word doc because I couldn't think of a single thing to write about. I also thought about cracking out the keyboard and writing my invisible ska groups first single, but I got too pissed off at the lack of space to do so. I need to finish unpacking.

So I think I'll do that, because there's nothing else to do that won't piss me off even more. But as soon as I trip over another box, or stub my toe, or find more Goblin crap (did I mention that my sister also never leaves Goblins bathroom door open?), I'm going back to bed.

This is a moment to start being creative in your life and stop being afraid of not having any talent, dear Libra. Who's to say what "talent" is, anyway?

Damn straight.