♥

MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLESS!~ ♥ AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO THOSE WHO DON'T CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS!~ ♥ AND WHY AM I TALKING IN CAPS!~ ♥ AND WHY AM I ADDING TILDES AND HEARTS TO EVERY SENTENCE!~ ♥ OH WELL!~ ♥ THIS IS FUN!~ ♥ LALALALALA!~ ♥

Okay. I'm back from my ZOMG-ITS-CHRISTMAS-YAYZ spazziness. 83

The caps lock is a nice key. THAT WAY I DON'T HAVE TO HOLD DOWN SHIFT WHILE I'M TYPING THIS. Which is a major convenience. But... with every silver lining comes a cloud. Because some people HAVE A TENDENCY TO TYPE LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME. AND IT GETS ANNOYING. AND IT'S LIKE THEY'RE SHOUTING AT EVERYONE. EG:

Person 1: HI.
Person 2: HI.
P1: HOW ARE YOU.
P2: I'M FINE. YOU?
P1: I HEARD ABOUT PERSON 3'S DOG.
P2: YEAH ME TOO.
P1: SO WHAT'S UP?
P2: NOT MUCH, YOU?
P1: HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND A MERRY NEW YEAR.
P2: YOU TOO!!!!!!!!!!
P1: DUDE. STOP ABUSING THE EXCLAMATION MARK KEY.
P2: DUDE. STOP ABUSING THE CAPSLOCK KEY.
P1: DUDE. STOP BEING A HYPOCRITE.
P2: DUDE. WHY DON'T YOU.
P1: DUDE. WHY ARE WE EVEN TALKING LIKE THIS.
P2: DUDE. NO IDEA.
P1: DUDE. WHY ARE WE STARTING EVERY SINGLE FLIPPING SENTENCE WITH DUDE.
P2: DUDE. I DON'T KNOW EITHER.
P1: DUDE. THIS IS POINTLESS.
P2: DUDE. DITTO THAT.

And etc, etc.

... Okay, that was a pointless convo. POINTLESSNESS FTW. ♥

... DUDE. STOP ABUSING THE FLIPPING CAPSLOCK.

... DUDE. STOP SAYING FLIPPING INSTEAD OF FUCKING.

... DUDE. SAYING FUCKING IS RUDE.

... DUDE. WHY THE FLIPPING HELL AM I TALKING TO MYSELF.

... DUDE. THE WORD FLIPPING IS NOT AWESOME.

... DUDE. I DON'T CARE.

... DUDE. I DO.

... DUDE. CONTRADICTION.

... DUDE. YOU SHOULD REALLY STOP THIS, YOU KNOW.

... DUDE. TALKING TO ONESELF IS AWESOME.

... DUDE. NO IT'S NOT.

... DUDE. YES IT IS.

... DUDE. WOULD YOU LIKE DIRECTIONS TO THE NEAREST ASYLUM, BECAUSE I THINK YOU MIGHT BE INSANE.

... DUDE. STOP COPYING LILY.

... DUDE. LILY IS TOO AWESOME FOR YOU.

... DUDE. :D

... DUDE. THAT SMILEY IS GETTING REDUNDANT.

... DUDE. REDUNDANCY IS AWESOME.

... DUDE. I BEG TO DIFFER.

... DUDE. IT IS AWESOME AND YOU KNOW IT. :D

... DUDE. THIS IS REALLY GETTING POINTLESS.

... DUDE. I KNOW.

... DUDE. I SHOULD STOP NOW.

... DUDE. THE WORD NOW IS NOT AWESOME.

... DUDE. WHAT THE HELL?

... DUDE. QUESTION MARKS ARE NOT AWESOME EITHER.

... DUDE. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO FUCKING SAY?

... DUDE. YOU MEAN FLIPPING.

... DUDE. WHATEVER.

... DUDE. I THINK I MAY HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA.

... DUDE. MENTAL DISORDERS ARE AWESOME.

... DUDE. NO THEY'RE NOT. o.O

... DUDE. YES THEY ARE. :D

... DUDE. WOULD YOU STOP THAT.

... DUDE. YOU MEAN SPLIT PERSONALITY DISORDER.

... DUDE. THAT TOO.

... DUDE. WHY THE HELL ARE WE DOING THIS.

... DUDE. I DUNNO.

... DUDE. LET'S STOP, OKAY?

... DUDE. I CONCUR.

...

...

...

Dotting excessively again... D:

D:

D:

D:

... Hehe.

... Angie don't shoot me please.

... :D

:D

:D

:D

MERRY CHRISTMASSS~~~ ♥ ♥ ♥

♥

♥

♥

... Hearts, shiny.

:D

... DUDE. THIS POST IS LONG.

... DUDE. 90% OF IT IS RANDOM NONSENSICAL SPLIT PERSONALITY DISORDER CRAP.

... DUDE. THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE A GOOD THING.

... DUDE. I DON'T THINK IT IS.

... DUDE. YOUR THINKING IS INAPPLICABLE. :D

... DUDE. SCREW YOU.

... DUDE. THANKS~ ♥

... DUDE. STOP PUTTING TILDES AND HEARTS EVERYWHERE.

... DUDE. MAKE ME. ~ ♥ >:D

... DUDE. SCREW YOU~ ♥

... DUDE. HYPOCRITE~ ♥

... DUDE. THIS IS GETTING POINTLESSLY REDUNDANT.

... DUDE. THE WORD DUDE DOESN'T SOUND LIKE A WORD ANYMORE. o.O

... DUDE. DITTO THAT.

... DUDE. I THINK YOU NEED DIRECTIONS TO THE NEAREST MENTAL INSTITUTION KTHXBAI.

... DUDE. YOU'RE INSANE TOO, AND YOU KNOW IT~ ♥ >:D

... DUDE. FUCK YOU~ ♥

... DUDE. LITTLE SHELTERED CHILDREN READ THIS BLOG. YOU WILL CORRUPT THEIR LITTLE SHELTERED MINDS!~ ♥ D:

... DUDE. WHAT THE HELL? o.O

... DUDE. ~ ♥ :D

... DUDE. WE SHOULD REALLY STOP THIS NAO.

... DUDE. NAO IS AN AWESOME WORD. :D

... DUDE. SRSLY.

... DUDE. OKAY.

...

...

...

Well that was pointless.

...

~ ♥

...

:D

Uhm yeah.

"MERRYYYY CHRISTMASSSSS!~" Rachel yelled as she pranced into the room, waving streamers around like an idiot.

"..." Everyone said. Well, everyone except Van.

". . ." Van said. "Because, frankly, there are only three periods in an ellipse. :D"

Everyone else had no comment.

"Iyaaan, everyone has no comment~ ♥" Van commented.

"Commenting on no comment... how ironic," Rachel commented, which was also ironically ironic.

"You're being overrated~ ♥ :D" Van shot back.

"Saying things are overrated is overrated, 83" Rachel countered.

Everyone else watched this little banter in amusement.

"Let's just get this tree decorated," Fandi suggested, and everyone agreed.

"How come this little nonsensical drabble keeps using the word 'everyone' to describe everyone?" Rachel asked while they were draping the shiny tinsel around the prickly branches of the tree.

"Because there's no other word to use...?" Sandy offered. No one rejected that answer.

"... JASON'S BUTT IS HOT!! :D" Sarah yelled out suddenly.

Jason made a "o.e" face.

"..." Everyone except Van said.

". . ." Van said.

Sarah pointed to the big squishy chair that Jason had sat on five seconds ago. "It's true~ :D" she insisted.

Fandi made a facepalm motion while making a "=_=" face.

Everyone else just laughed.

"Good job Sarah," Mich said, only because the author needs to find some way to make it known to the reader about her presence.

"You idiot, Sarah!" Andrea said almost simultaneously, for the reason stated above.

Angie put on her "Okay Sarah, I think you're absolutely nuts and here's why" face and began to lecture her.

And now the author is getting bored, so she'll just end the story here.

THE END.

... :D

Dilemma. D:

Rαcн says (2:32 PM):
hmm, i wonder if i should post this now.

Rαcн says (2:32 PM):
or is it not over? O:

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:32 PM):
XDDD

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:32 PM):
no

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:32 PM):
yeah, maybe

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:32 PM):
ill cry

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:32 PM):
... you cry a lot.

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:32 PM):
are your tear ducts okay?

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:33 PM):
sereiously dont k

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:33 PM):
DO IT
Rαcн says (2:33 PM):
...

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:33 PM):
rachel dont

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:33 PM):
please

Rαcн says (2:33 PM):
ooh, my inner good person is bothering me D:

Rαcн says (2:33 PM):
hmm, what to do?~

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:33 PM):
ignore your conscience, the thing is EVIL

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:33 PM):
dont please

Rαcн says (2:33 PM):
. . .

Rαcн says (2:33 PM):
DILEMMA.

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:33 PM):
doo ittt.

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:33 PM):
dont

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:33 PM):
please

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:33 PM):
do itttt

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:34 PM):
or else my peace of mind is gone

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:34 PM):
all of five people read our blogs, nalini

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:34 PM):
so

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:34 PM):
no

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:34 PM):
i dont even like him

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:34 PM):
its all lies

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:34 PM):
XDDD

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:34 PM):
nalini panicking is so funny

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:34 PM):
so is rach posting it?

Rαcн says (2:34 PM):
...

Rαcн says (2:34 PM):
mmm.....

Rαcн says (2:35 PM):
dunno.

Rαcн says (2:35 PM):
=D

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:35 PM):
doo iitt =D

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:35 PM):
dont

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:36 PM):
be the good person and dont if i tell u a secret will u post it or not

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:36 PM):
nalini, stop bribing people with your secrets, everyone knows them all already =O

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:36 PM):
no this is kinda new

心怡 | | it's the van. says (2:36 PM):
... HAHAHAHA

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:36 PM):
is tru

       Ñäίϊηϊ ,.:':., LiVe...LoVe...LeArN...ßę ...ÿŏurŝęίf     ...<3 u OMG URGH!!??!!? NICKY C. :@ WENT ON A SHOPPING SPREE says (2:37 PM):
but rachel dont

D:

D:

D:

D:

... Tis the opposite of the :D smiley.

D:
D:

D:
D:
D:
D: D: D:

And no, I'm not using ctrl-v. I'm actually typing the thing. 8D

D:

D:

D:

... -shuts up nao-

Tangerine and Vanmobile and Fluffy and Fan-fan-baby-cuddlecakes (jks jks :D) dun blog anymoreee. I guess the bleh-ness of the holidays is making people bleh-like. Ish.

:D

:D

:D :D :D

... Don't shoot me, Tangerine. Homicide is bad. :]

Ugh, my dad got this brilliant idea of giving me math homework during the holidays. MATH HOMEWORK. Like, 6 pages a day. That's even more than what we get at school. (Well, it's MS. WONG... but that's not the point.) alsdkfjklsdf. D:

D: D: D:

Ish.

... The keyboard is still clicky. It pisses me off. :D

... That was contradictory. I mean, the smiley and the statement. But I guess it's like Van's dad's "If you break the microwave I'll kill you :D" thing. ... The :D's in this font (I forgot what it's called... something that starts with an M) is less pro than the ones in Arial. New discovery of the day?

... :D

:D

:D

:D

That smiley is awesome.

Anyway. When I was going downstairs for dinner, I was contemplating... stuff. Like the sleepover. And how sleeping on the floor is overrated. (And about squished underwear, but that's not the point.) Then I realized that overrating is overrated. And people who overrate everything are overrated themselves. If that makes sense. Anyway, bottom line is, the world revolves around overration. And money. But overration too. WE THINK TOO MUCH. Overrating is overrated. How ironic. Nothing like a healthy dose of irony to put life's day-to-day troubles into proper perspective. :D

... :D

... The smiley is still awesome.

... Now that I read that over, it sounds completely idiotic. RACH GETS A 1 MINUS MINUS MINUS KTHXBAI. :D

... You know how people sometimes add 'eth' or 'ish' to the ends of their words, to make it sound cooler? I was thinking... whatish ifish peopleish talkedish likeish thisish blahish blahish blahish ishishishishhhhh.

... Yeah. Ish.

:D

:D

:D

... Okay, I'd better not do that anymore, lest Angie forbids me from posting the :D smiley ever again. That would not be a good thing. Because then the awesomeness of these posts would plummet down 50%. Because the :D smiley is just awesome like that.

:D

... Am I using the word "awesome" too much? Or am I just being overrated about this? Overration is overrated. Mmhmm.

... Now I'm overrating whether or not "overration" is an actual word or not. I doubt it. But whatever. Real words are overrated anyway.

... In conclusion, the world is a cruel, cruel place, especially when there's no more cake left.

... (Angie, does this count as dotting excessively?)

... (:D)

Ooh, shiny.

Reverting to third person mode.

Staying up until 1 in the morning is fun. Rach never really tried it before; her parents are always breathing down her neck and making sure she gets into bed by midnight at the very latest. Hooray for sleep-deprivation.

... Is deprivation a word? o.o Rach doesn't know. Rach doesn't want to check.

Rach's keyboard is LOUD. It makes clicky noises when she hits the keys. This is not a good thing. If Rach's parents wake up and find her here, Rach will have to go to bed.

... Rach heard a creak. It must be the stairs. o.o

If people are going to stay up till 4 in the morning or something at the sleepover, let's not use the keyboard too much. It's too noisy. Also, sneaking around the house in the middle of the night is also not a good idea; Rach's house has surprisingly creaky floors.

... On the other hand, we could always go and sleep in the closet. :D Sleeping in the closet is awesome, unless you're sitting on someone's underwear. Then, in the morning, you will find squished underwear under your butt. That is not awesome.

Rach sounds like Van. Is it the third-person-ness that Van trademarked? :/

... When people come over for the sleepover, Rach hopes that she will not find squished underwear in her closet in the morning. :D

... Oh wait. Rach's underwear is all in that hanger thingy that is supposed to hold shoes, Rach thinks.

Rach unfortunately does not have a suitcase in her closet. Or a massage chair in her room. Therefore, peoples' sleeping options are quite limited. This is a dilemma.

Sleeping on the floor is overrated, and way too generic. Sleeping on a suitcase is more awesome. 83

... Unless the suitcase has underwear on it. If so, see the aforementioned squished-underwear-under-your-butt-in-the-morning-is-not-awesome paragraph.

Rach just realized that she is talking about underwear. Yay Rach.

... Rach is getting pissed at her keyboard. Even when she presses lightly, it still makes loud clicking noises.

Oops, Rach accidentally typed "clucking" instead of clicking there. o.o Just to clarify things, Rach's keyboard is not a chicken. That is a good thing. :D

... Rach plans to spend 80% of the winter vacation moping around the house being unproductive. The other 20% will be dedicated to doing homework (arrgh math project nuu D:) and having parties and special dinners and the like.

... Someone teach Rach how to mope productively. D:

It's nearly 1:30am. Rach is setting a record for herself. That may or may not be a good thing. Rach wonders when she will get up tomorrow... or rather, later this morning. Rach has been getting around 8-9 hours of sleep these past few nights. She normally wakes up at around 9am. She does not have those stereotypical teenager tendencies to wake up after noon. Rach proclaims this to be a good thing. 83

... Rach is actually kind of bored. What should Rach do now, she wonders. Nothing involving the keyboard too much though, because of the aforementioned loud clicky noises. Said clicky noises are still pissing Rach off. Rach being pissed off at 1:30 in the morning is generally not a good thing.

... Rach lost weight, then gained, then lost today. She first weighed at 130 lbs exactly this morning, then stuffed herself with chocolate (getting about 3 times the normal daily recommended amount of saturated fat... uh oh D:) and then weighed herself again at just a bit less than 140 lbs. Then, several hours later, came in at around 135 lbs. Rach feels... pudgy. Chocolate does odd things to you.

Rach is extremely bored. And yes, Rach knows that Angie commanded Rach not to say that excessively in her blog posts anymore, but... yeah. Rach has nothing else to say.

... Clicky keyboard, shut up. Rach is pissed off at you nao.

... Rach will say bye nao. Say bye Rach. Bye.

PS. The Blogspot time is screwed. It is currently 1:37 AM. Phail Blogspot, phail.

Unproductiveness rocks.

Mmhmm. 83

Just finished playing Uno and Jigsaw Too with Angie. Angie doesn't like puzzles. xD

Uhm. Now what.

Omg it's past 10:30pm. o.o

I really should stop talking in choppy sentences.

...

Oops. No dotting excessively. Right. D:

Okay, sleepover this Saturday. Let's compile a list of what we should do in case we get bored. 83

LIST OF STUPID THINGS TO DO WHEN WE'RE BORED AT THE SLEEPOVER (LOSTTDWWBATS)
- Play cards. Uno (if I can find my cards), Big Two, Pig (or Horse), Slapjack.
- Tetris tournament :D
- Surf the net for random crap.
- PILLOW FIGHT!
- Hide-and-Seek? 8D
- Take turns raping each other
- IM random people and spam them
- Play "I Never" "Pennies in a Jar" "Dix" maybe? (YAY FRENCH NUMBERS) etc.
- Drawing game (Dominant hand with eyes open, non-dominant hand with eyes open, dominant with eyes closed, non-dominant with eyes closed)
- Attempt to sleep in the closet
- Fool around with Sims 2

I dunno. 8D

Oh, at night, we can tell each other scary/happy/funny/stupid/weird/groan-inducing/wtf-type stories. And then we'll pull (or attempt to pull) an all-nighter. Yayyyy.

Ohshoot. Wongies have that stupid math project to finish. D: RAWR.

This is getting pointless. Bainao.

(... that looks like "brain". Good job Rach.)

HI GAYZ.

- angie tangerine - says (4:05 PM):
GO BLOG RIGHT NOW

- angie tangerine - says (4:05 PM):
I'm doing it :D

Rαcн says (4:05 PM):
LOL

Rαcн says (4:05 PM):
b-b-but

Rαcн says (4:06 PM):
i dun have anything to say? o.O

- angie tangerine - says (4:06 PM):
NO EXCUSES

Rαcн says (4:06 PM):
LOL

- angie tangerine - says (4:06 PM):
just do it

Rαcн says (4:06 PM):
okay x3

- angie tangerine - says (4:06 PM):
oh...

- angie tangerine - says (4:06 PM):
I have a challenge for youu

- angie tangerine - says (4:06 PM):
when you blog

- angie tangerine - says (4:07 PM):
you may not write "I'm bored"

- angie tangerine - says (4:07 PM):
nor may you use dots excessively

Rαcн says (4:07 PM):
HAHAHAHAHAHA

Rαcн says (4:07 PM):
okay =P

- angie tangerine - says (4:07 PM):
kay :D



Soyea. I'm not allowed to randomly spam this thing with "I'm bored"s and "..."s. xD I think I'm actually supposed to write something relevant... rawr. Screw relevance. :]

But I know this crush ain't goin' ah-wayyy-eeyay-eeyay-eeyayiyayyyyy -shot-

:D

Okay. Relevance. Uhm. Let's see.

Today was the holiday concert. It was mostly generic "MERRY HOLIDAYS KTHXBAI" kind of thing (I paid heed to all those non-Christmas people out there :D) and yeah. During Jingle Bells Round the World, the Russian one, we were supposed to scream "HEY" at the end of it... but I was practically the only one screaming it audibly. o.o Jesca and Bethany and some other people claimed that they screamed "HEY" as well, but yeah. Maybe I was too loud. o.O But like... no one else screamed when they were supposed to, what the hell? :P

Also, 80% of the flutes died during Here Comes Santa Claus. Good job us.

I'm bor

Oh wait, I'm not supposed to say that anymore. Right. I TOTALLY KNEW THAT. :D

We're so dead for Gym, that dance thing that we're supposed to do. BUT. We do have that wiggly arm wave move thingy. :D THAT IS PROGRESS.

Speaking of progress... SARAH, YOU'D BETTER FINISH THAT PART FOR NOVEL TOUR TONIGHT. And please dun fall asleep in the middle of it like you did last night. ._.

UHHH. THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT. :D

Irrelevance is awesome. It's like... ZOMFG IT'S A COW. :]

I'M BORE

-shot repeatedly-

Okay. Seeing as I'm becoming more and more irrelevant (and bored) by the second, I'm going to stop. Baii.

(... I'm hungry.)

HI.

OKAY. SHO. WHAT DO WE DO NAO.

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OKAY.

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Sam is reading this as I type. LOL SAM. :D

i'm bored.

i should work nao. ms wong already caught me. D:

It is Thursday.

Aujourd'hui c'est jeudi le onze décembre, deux mille huit.

... If I got that wrong, Angie don't shoot me please. ._.

Currently listening to Womanizer.

:D

... I'm not writing in text blocks today. Which may or may not be a good thing. :/

I AM NOW DUBBED "BOUNCY BUBBLY BLUES MACHINE MUSIC ADDICT." NAT'S FAULT. =P

Gossiping while slacking off in class...
Adam: (about Wesley and someone else, I forgot :P) Isn't it kinda weird for a grade 8 to ask out a grade 7? o.O
Me: ... AHEM. :P
Adam: ... OH. Uh, MY BAD. ._.
Everyone: LOL xD

Hayy.

To realize... I'm not getting any award this year. Period. Dayum.

Oh well, I am SO getting Honour Roll, so what the hell.

I feel meh and not here today. ._. Imma gonna stop now cuz I feel really zombie-ish and bored. Bye.

DECEMBER FIRST!~~

That means only half a month of school left before winter vacation! :D

... Bad news is that there's still stuff due before that. Which means no partying yet. Rawr. D:

I'm bored. I should find something interesting to rant about, like how Angie always rants about Ayumi Hamasaki and politics and how the school system sucks ass is extremely wonderful and perfect. Or like Van, about how humanity and society in general are stupid little asses who for the most part do exceedingly stupid things for the next generation to deal with.

SHUT THE FUCKING HELL UP OR I'LL FUCKING SMASH YOUR FUCKING FACE INTO THE FUCKING WALL.

... The word "fuck" gets tiresome after a while. People should come up with some new vulgar words, so when people swear at each other, it isn't so repetitive. :D

Mom actually bought me some chocolate today, after she got sick of me whining all night last night during the commercial breaks when we were watching reruns of Miami. She told me to try a little piece, to see if I liked it, so she would know if she could buy more. It was dark chocolate, and apparently it wasn't sweetened very much, because it left a weird aftertaste in my mouth (I can still taste it D:) that tasted like that Asian tea that they serve at Chinese restaurants, with the little leaf bits that I keep drinking in accidentally. Seriously; chocolate that tastes like tea?? They could at least have made it taste like cinnamon. D:

Dad thinks that the taste of cinnamon is revolting. I myself loveee cinnamon, even though the cinnamon gum tastes bad and kind of fake. :P Ooh, I especially like those doughnut/cinnabun thingies they sell at Tim Hortons. The glaze is LOVE. ♥

Timbits are weird though, and for the most part, too sweet for me. Haha, I'm so weird, thinking that Timbits are too sweet while I was able to eat 5 and a half slices of ice cream cake in one sitting. :P Oh yeah, I want to try and buy an ice cream cake for my birthday party this next year, and not dump it in the freezer for 2 days straight. :D Last time we did that, it was like a giant solid block of chocolate ice, and it wasn't very pleasant. :/

Being the (probably) oldest student at the school feels kind of special. :) (Not including people like Chadwick, who are supposed to be in grade 9 right now, but are not due to lack of intelligence to pass a grade and/or extreme violence that somehow gets them suspended for so much of the year that they fail anyway.)

Hmm. Mom buying me chocolate -> tastes like tea -> wanted it to taste like cinnamon -> cinnamon buns -> Tim Hortons -> Timbits -> cake -> my ice cream cake -> my birthday -> probably the oldest student in the school -> Chadwick and why he isn't in grade 9 right now.

Changing topics; fun fun fun. :D

I'm really bored now. I think I'll go sneak some more chocolate. Ciao. :D

Lalalalalalalalalalala

Friday: Played Sims 2 all day. Sang TongHua in Chinese class.

Saturday: Passed lifesaving exam. Went to a buffet. Got to eat lots of chocolate.

Today: Finished math assignment in record time. Played Sims 2 till Miami came on. Watched Miami for about 2 hours before I got bored.

And that concludes a wonderful and not homework-loaded long weekend. :D

... But now I want chocolate again. This is a dilemma. :O

Blog is dying. Why is Rach typing in extremely short and choppy sentences. Why is she talking in the third person. Why is she not using question marks. Rach is bored. Rawr.

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Rach is bored of dotting now.

Rach should stop before she kills anymore of her readers' brain cells.

Byenao.

Aww~ :)

INSTALLING LOVE

Customer Service Rep: Can you install LOVE?

Customer: I can do that. I’m not very technical, but I think I am ready to install now. What do I do first?

Customer Service Rep: The first step is to open your HEART. Have you located your HEART ma’am?

Customer: Yes I have, but there are several programs running right now. Is it okay to install while they are running?

Customer Service Rep: What programs are running ma’am?

Customer: Let me see… I have PASTHURT.EXE, LOWESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE, and RESENTMENT.COM running right now.

Customer Service Rep: No problem. LOVE will automatically erase PASTHURT.EXE from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually overwrite LOWESTEEM.EXE with a module of its own called HIGHESTEEM.EXE. However, you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM. Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ma’am?

Customer: I don’t know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?

Customer Service Rep: My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke FORGIVENESS.EXE. Do this as many times as necessary until GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM have been completely erased.

Customer: Okay, I’m done. LOVE has started installing itself automatically. Is that normal?

Customer Service Rep: Yes it is. You should receive a message that says it will reinstall for the life of your HEART. Do you see that message?

Customer: Yes I do. Is it completely installed?

Customer Service Rep: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other HEARTS in order to get the upgrades.

Customer: Oops… I have an error message already. What should I do?

Customer Service Rep: What does the message say?

Customer: It says “ERROR 412 - PROGRAM NOT RUN ON INTERNAL COMPONENTS”. What does that mean?

Customer Service Rep: Don’t worry ma’am, that’s a common problem. It means that the LOVE program is set up to run on external HEARTS but has not yet been run on your HEART. It is one of those complicated programming things, but in non-technical terms it means you have to “LOVE” your own machine before It can “LOVE” others.

Customer: So what should I do?

Customer Service Rep: Can you find the directory called “SELF-ACCEPTANCE”?

Customer: Yes, I have it.

Customer Service Rep: Excellent, you are getting good at this.

Customer: Thank you.

Customer Service Rep: You’re welcome. Click on the following files and then copy them to the “MYHEART” directory: FORGIVESELF.DOC, SELFESTEEM.TXT, REALIZEWORTH.TXT, and GOODNESS.DOC. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching any faulty programming. Also, you need to delete SELFCRITIC.EXE from all directories, and then empty your recycle bin afterwards to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.

Customer: Got it. Hey! My HEART is filling up with really neat files. SMILE.MPG is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that WARMTH.COM, PEACE.EXE, and CONTENTMENT.COM are copying themselves all over my HEART!

Customer Service Rep: Then LOVE is installed and running. You should be able to handle it from here. One more thing before I go…

Customer: Yes?

Customer Service Rep: LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everybody you meet. They will in turn share it with other people and they will return some really neat modules back to you.

Customer: I will. Thank you for your help.

SHIT.

EIGHTY-THREE PERCENT.

71st Post. :D

Let's count down till 100. :D

Right now, we actually have a FREE COMPUTER PERIOD, since all our work is done and nobody really wants to do work anyway, so the Force is just like, okay sure, just make sure you're doing appropriate stuff. (Yeah Rach, like blogging is SUCH an appropriate way to spend your time, right?) People are like, playing games and stuff. And listening to music and all that. So what the hell. I'm blogging. :D (Sutherlandians don't kill us please. D:)

The Force: Grade eights, listen up. Grade eights. Gradeeee eightssssahhhh!
Someone: Eightsah? xD
The Force: Eightsahh! Stoppahhh! >:O

Survival presentations start after lunch, cuz we have a Lit period, and then I.T. THERE'S A FRICKING CHANCE THAT WE MIGHT NOT GO TODAY. I dun wanna jinx me and Van. -praypraypray-

Music: Rihanna - Umbrella

From the Canadian YouTube.

Andrea is watching some random AMV or something. Dunno, and I don't want to know. :P

YOU CAN STAND UNDER MY UM-BAH-RELLAH
ELLAH
ELLAH
EH
EH
EH -shot-

Wow, I'm actually bored right now. o.o Van's pwning Typing Tutor. She claims that these keyboards are stupid though. My keyboard at home is basically the same as the school ones here, but the keys on mine are a bit easier to press. These ones are like... bleh. :/

Van just visited my blog. :O And now she's on Jason's.

Oh yeah, Jason, you stayed up SO late last night/this morning. No offense, but you seriously need to catch up on your sleep. I think that the P.A. Day this Friday might do you some good. PLEASE. SLEEP. SERIOUSLY. D:

Haha, a lot of loud-ish music is playing. :P And the Force... isn't even in the room right now. At least, I can't see her. o.o Oh there she is. I saw her now. :D I wonder what she would say if she saw me blogging... :D Okay, now she disappeared again.

Van's currently updating. YAY VAN. Also, Fandi neglected her blog for 3 weeks now. FANDI, YE TIS NOT COMMITTED. (Or you're just too stressed and procrastinative to care anymore.)

(... Shut up. Procrastinative is TOTALLY a word. :D)

(Making up weird words is fun. YAY WORDS.)

I'm boreddddd. The Force is sort of sitting 2 meters away from me, reading or marking something. If I turn around too much, will she become suspicious? ._.

Van and me are sneaking peeks at each others' updates once in a while. CHEESELLAMA.

I'm boreedddd -shot- Oh well. Better be thankful that we even have free time at all. ._.

The Force told Shannon/Mich P and them to turn down their music. Now I can't hear anything. :P I should have sent those CSI Miami episode files to myself... then I could watch them here. D: Rawrr. I did not just say something about CSI Miami again. Nopee, it must have just been your imagination. I TOTALLY did not tell myself that I should have sent myself the CSI Miami episode files that I have on my home computer... IT'S JUST YOU. :D

What should I do now? :/ It's currently noon. We have about 25 minutes until lunch. I think I'm going to lunch monitoring today; I'm in a gooder better mood than usual today. Meaning I won't randomly blow up at people like I usually do when I'm pissed. :D Let's just... stick this out until winter holidays. And then quit or something.

Speaking of winter holidays... RACH WILL STEAL VAN'S LONG VACATION TO-DO LIST IDEA. :D

Things to Do During the Winter Holidays

1. Watch as many episodes of Miami as possible, preferably the 130-ish ones that I still have to watch. I TOTALLY DID NOT JUST SAY ANYTHING ABOUT CSI MIAMI. IT MUST HAVE JUST BEEN YOUR IMAGINATION. :D
2. Play lots of Sims 2.
3. Invite people over for random sleepover :D (details TBA... STAY TUNED.)
4. Blog. A LOT. :D
5. Go on FB.

And yeah. As you can clearly see, I do not plan to be very productive during the holidays. -prays for minimum amount of homework for the holidays-

Nalini: (to a random person) Which cheese do you like? :D

Hmm, Nalini doesn't exactly fit the image of a random, cheerful, cheese-loving person, no offense. For some reason, every time she tries to be random and mentions cheese or something else random and not-Nalini-ish, it sounds kind of fake to me. :/ Is Nalini trying to project an image of herself that she in reality is not? That would be lying, and it would result in loss of identity. Then again, humans are all basically the same. We are born, we live and do stupid things, we die. Van's right, we're all not special. it's quite a shame. Although, among a smaller community or friend circle, being special is more easy, since it's quite easy to project a certain, unique image among five people or something rather than six billion.

Rach is rambling, just like Van. Rambling is somehow addictive. :O

This post is long, mostly because I have no work to do, and I don't think the Force cares that I'm blogging. (She doesn't even care that the guys in the class are playing war games or something. o.o) It is now 13 minutes after noon. It will be lunch soon. That means pizza. And lunch monitoring.

ZOMG IT'S MONDAYY! WHICH MEANS NEW EPISODE OF CSI MIAMI AIRING IN HD ON CBC OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT TONIGHT AT 10! :DD

I'm getting bored nao. I will stop nao. Bye nao.

Rawr.

Shut up, conscience. Yeah, you. Nobody likes you, so go away. Stop bullying us and making us all feel bad.

Survival Progress: Actually not that screwed for once. Don't think I have to pull a Rachel-all-nighter for this one.

Making the outfit is troublesome though. Rawr.

Going back to Survivaling nao. Rach has left the post.

iPhail.

Yeah, I failed the mock exam at lifesaving today. Crystal's head went under the water, which is automatic fail. Damn. D:

On the bright side, I wasn't the only one who failed the mock exam. :P

Eddie (to a random person): YOU DROWNDED YOUR VICTIM!!1eleven!pie D8<
Random dude: "Drownded"... xD

Someone: Who's gonna be our examiner? D:
Eddie: I think it's going to be that lady...
Someone: What lady?
Eddie: She's blonde. And fat.
Everyone: xD
Eddie: Well, not FAT... chubby, I guess. Don't tell her I said that. ._.
Everyone: xDD

Ughh, me and Van are so screwed for Survival. I still have to draw approximately 6 pages of outfit plans. x.x Imma gonna try and see if I can supercheat and fit some stuff onto one page so I have to draw less, while trying to make it look like it wasn't half-assed in about 15 minutes. o___x

I found myself a new obsession: CSI Miami~ :D I already earned myself no less than 3 bonks on the head from Shandy from talking about it randomly. I think I'm going through a phase. :O

Oh yeah, Fandi actually wants me to sing TongHua in front of our Chinese class while doing Dennis/Richard/Simon/Richard's weird dance thingy. She said that she and Shandy will do the dance with me, but I have to sing. Solo. (Because apparently I'm the only one who's actually willing to sing in front of a bunch of people. But even then, I'm not THAT willing. The last time I sung that song in front of a bunch of people, they all swayed and made big hearts with their arms. And Jason even caught half of it on tape. Which I sincerely hope he deleted. But I digress.)

Omg, talking about that reminds me a Backyard Broadway. Which makes me miss the 9'ers even more. D: At lifesaving, I saw that room place thingy where the concert ended up taking place at, and I seriously could remember how (most) things were set up, and where the chairs were, and the microphones, and the piano, and etc. Sigh. That was the time when we were all close and friends and stuff. (Oh, and I also remember Sienna threatening to perform acts of violence towards me if I objected to their opinion that I sang well that night. But I digress, again. :P)

HAHAHAHA. I remember Mission RARPTBU so well, it's not even funny, Well, it is funny. :D (I'll leave you all to guess what RARPTBU means. Have fun. ;3)

Also, in that glass case thing outside the North Gym, there's that picture of our band in Ottawa, just after we performed for MusicFest. I looked so fat in that dress shirt. Remind me never to wear that again. x.x (Also, Guhn Z somehow escaped to the back of the band, with all the brass people. Or maybe that's cuz he's special, being a soloist and all. I dunno.)

That reminds me of band. Oh, yesterday or something, Soff was complaining about that Desiree person who's really bad at percussion. Apparently, she refuses to play bells or anything, she just wants the drums. Angie and Soff got so pissed off that they, and I quote Soff, "'accidentally' didn't let her do anything. Well, it wouldn't have made a difference, cuz she didn't do anything anyway. So whatever. T.T" Yeah, she was really pissed off at Desiree. And to think that she'll be the only percussionist in grad band...

I'm bored. I should be Survivaling. And not procrastinating. Standing ovation to the one and only Angieness who somehow does not succumb to the pressure of procrastination. We applaud you, Angieness.

P.S. No news on the big neon sign yet. :/ ANGIENESS, MY STREET IS NEXT TO A SOBEYS AND CANADIAN TIRE PLACE. REMEMBER THAT. D: (Let's just hope that it's clear and not blizzarding (Shut up. That is TOTALLY a word.) on the days that people have to come over to my house.)

I IS BE BLOGGING NAO.

... Ohdarn, have to go to Chinese school.

Mebbe later, kays? :]

So much for posting everyday.

I got a haircut. And new glasses. And screw Andrea for not being screwed.

I should be working on my Remembrance Day poster. And the poem/essay. Both of which are probs gonna turn out like crap. Soyeah. Seeya.

Weekend! :D

I am not at Chinese school today; my parents let me skip because I'm still sick. Which may or may not be a good thing. :/

I SWEAR MY BODY HATES LIFESAVING. ._. Seriously, tomorrow I can't go into the water AGAIN (period just came today), which is going to be my THIRD time skipping. Eddie's going to be SOOOO pissed off. x_____x

Andrea and/or Jason might be amazed at the blunt tone I said the word "period" in. Then again, I'm like that. So they should stop being immature and accept that menstrual cycles and puberty and stuff like that is a natural part of life. Have fun in Science when we get to Grade 9, guys. :]

... (Although I think that most adults think that people our age are not "mature" enough to know about intercourse and the like. It's where children come from, okay? Not from some random stork that magically appears from the sky and gives the parents their baby in a large sack that'll probably suffocate the baby anyway.)

I showed Angie my thinking process today (the one where I randomly wiggle my arms around). And then she asked me if I actually did that during a test. To which Fandi promptly told her of the time I did that in Chinese class and got weird looks from the teacher. :D And then Fandi dared me to do that during a quiz at Chinese class again. If I did, she'd give me 2 Toblerones. Of course, I agreed. :] (CHOCOLATE IS YUMMY. AND IT GETS ME HYPER. :D) (The teacher wouldn't care anyway. She'd just give me more weird looks. :P)

News from the lunch monitoring department: We discovered today that one of the girls has stalker-ish tendencies. Before, she just stared at us while we ate our lunches, and today she came up to us and asked me and Nalini (why she ignored Van is beyond me... probably because Van is shorter than her.) if we liked Hannah Montana. (Both of us said no, btw.) And then she stared at us some more. Also, the kids tried to lock each other out of the portable. It was troublesome. :P

Today, I learned that Nalini either a) actually doesn't have specific preferences in guys, or b) is a liar. Before, Nalini claimed that she wants "the perfect guy" (i.e. tall, athletic, good-looking, etc.) and now she said that she doesn't care. Either way, I don't think she's ready for a boyfriend yet, because she doesn't know exactly what she wants yet. That's not neccessarily a sign of immaturity, but it doesn't exactly display a great level of maturity either.

Oh, I also learned a few days ago that Nalini is kind of homophobic. I told her that I'm fine with a girl making out with another girl, but she said something like, "You can actually THINK about that kind of stuff?? O.O" And me and Van asked her what was wrong with that, and she's like, "But like... a GIRL... kissing another GIRL... that's not normal!" And then I got sort of pissed off at her after that. >:( Homophobia is a bad thing. It's a subtle sign of narrow-mindedness, and narrow-mindedness is generally agreed to be a bad thing.

I blogged a decent amount today. I'm proud. :D

Hmm.

Angie: Rachel, why don't you post on your blog anymore? Here I am, faithfully updating everyday, and you... D:
Me: But I do update! D: (Just... not that often. ._.)

So yeah. For November, the goal is, again, to post everyday.

... That is, when I'm not drowning in homework. In that case, blogging can wait.

The math test today wasn't really that bad. Except that part where there was the Something-That-Starts-With-A-P Triangle and we had to list 3 patterns in it. I could only find 2, so I wrote random crap for the third one and hope it counts. Dx

I'm so screwed for heirloom box. And it's sort of due tomorrow... and I have a doctor's appointment in about 2 hours. D8 The good part is that I'm one of the four people doing Chinese, so it shouldn't be THAT hard... I hope. ._.

Ugh, speaking of that doctor's appointment, I'm so screwedly sick. @__@ (And yes, I realize screwedly is not a word, but I don't care.) (I don't care about a lot of things.) (Whatever.) I've been coughing since the day before yesterday, and I started sniffling a lot yesterday night. Like Jason when he was sick, I was sniffling every 2 seconds during the math test. x.x AND my knee is still killing me; I had to sit out at gym today cuz I couldn't run or jump or bend without falling over. Which really kind of sucks.

I realized today that Jason reacts a lot... I dunno, not spazzylike when I hug him? He just says something like, "RACHEL GET OFF. >:O" Yeah. And then I get off. :P

Ohyeah. Reminder to myself: go tell the people who are supposed to govern my house area to replace the teeny street sign with a big flashing neon one, so Angieness doesn't have to drive up and down Yonge Street looking for my street through a huge blizzard.

This year, I'm hosting the random sleepover during the winter holidays. :D (Which is sort of why Angie needs that huge neon sign... but I digress.) Okay, now I have to be like Sarah and write a schedule. And then make it ugly by scribbling my signature all over it. And I also need to come up with new contests and stuff. And maybe a movie to watch. :/ Oh yeah, and I need to see if I can find a 24-piece puzzle for Fandi to solve. :D

The Force called Van a "pro procrastinator" today. Yay Van? :P

I'm bored nowww. Andrea, Dana, and Lauren, you guys better present your Survival tomorrow so I can yell in your faces about how wrong you did your CPR. >:P

P.S. Ms. Wonderful French Teacher (name stoled from Angieness) wants to give the one and only Angieness 102% on her report card for French. But nooo, she can only go up to 95%. Which, and I quote her, SUCKS.

Cyclone! D:

Yeah, that's our Peril for Survival. Now we have to build a new shelter. D: Well, we'll do that in "RACHEL AND VANESSA’S TUTORIAL ON MAKING QUICK NEW SHELTERS AFTER UNFORTUNATE AND UNSEASONAL CYCLONES THAT ARE THE FORCE’S FAULT." =D

Anyway. Today is Remembrance Day. Let us have a moment of silence for those soldiers who paid the price of our freedom with their lives. Let us honour their courage and devotion to our country of Canada, for which they so bravely fought for. (And I don't care if that sounds cheesy or doesn't make sense. I'm being serious here.)

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Thank you. Please be seated.

But seriously. Remembrance Day is supposed to be a really serious occasion, so I'm dropping my "ZOMGG I'M DRUNK ON AIRRR" demeanor and trying to actually not be hyper for once. xP

As for the assembly... GUYS, THE LAST POST WAS FINE. (Well, I'll admit, it could have been better, but it wasn't horribly horrible or anything ._.) Oh, and me and Emi and Jeff sort of screwed up the Canon of War Peace solo thingy. (Our band actually made it sound less of a War and more of a Peace for once... it's a miracle! :O) I think Jeff knew he screwed up and just stopped playing (audibly, anyway) so it was mostly me and Emi throughout the thing. (I screwed up too, btw, just not so much as to stop playing entirely, like Jeff ._.)

After the assembly, David N and I got into an argument about whether or not Richard's pro trumpet-playing skillage makes him special. :P We were yelling "NO HE'S NOT" "YES HE IS" "NO HE'S NOT" "YES HE IS" in each other's faces all the way down the hall until we reached the Music room. Then we realized how stupid we were being and stopped. :P

Okay, I must go and work on Survival now. Ciao.

O-kay.

You know how I said that I only blog when I'm done (or close to being done) homeworks and stuff? Well, today's an exception, because I am VERY screwed for the math assignment, reading responses, math test, Remembrance Day poem/essay thingy, and BOP's. Oh, and Survival. ANDDD, tomorrow I have an optometrist appointment in the afternoon, so me and Van have to work on Survival on TUESDAY, which, sadly, is sort of the day before it's due. Not to mention that the math test is on THURSDAY and I haven't even started reviewing stuff. ANDDDDD I'm not even CLOSE to being HALF done the math assignment and the reading responses, which is driving my sanity over its limits. ANDDDDDDDD I'm tired and I'm sore all over, and that plus working my ass off is NOT a good combination. T.T

So yeah. I really should be getting to work now. Bye bye.

Darn.

Now I know why I told myself to post everyday. Because if I don't, I get lazy and don't post at all. ._. That means my blog is dyingggg. D:

Anyway. Yesterday, some 9'ers who didn't go to Take Your Child to Work Day came to Crosby to slave off their volunteer hours. And yes, I KNOW Richard didn't come. Apparently his dad forced him to go to his work and watch him write random reports or something. o.o Next year, my dad is probably going to make me go to work with him and watch him type up random crap on his 2 different laptops. I wanna jack his tablet. D:

Anyway, back on the subject of the 9'ers. Uhm, let's see, there was Ramez, Justin who grew freaky tall, Dennis whose acne evidently didn't get better, Idoko, Eliot who wanted me to feel his boobs o.o (coughgag), Julia Shorts-Stealer Tao (BUMP LIKE JULIA TAO! :D), Jasper, Jordan, Jazbel, and... yeah. I think that's it. They left to go eat lunch during lunch, and came back at recess. I think they had pizza or something. :P

Oh yeah, and Silken (and Erica, apparently) came too, but they hid in the library all day, so I didn't see them. D:

Uhh, okay. Parents want me to go study Science now. D:

Oh yeahh.

It's the beginning of November. Which means blogging goals. I SO KNEW THAT. D:

Hmm. Last month, I set myself the goal of posting everyday (which I recently dropped because it was getting tedious) so I need to set something more realistic for November. Uhmm... get an 85+ average on report cards?

... Impossible. Well, technically not impossible per se, but... I dunno, just not very Rachel-like. I'm like Shandy in the eyes of Fandi- I set low goals for myself, academically at least. x___X (At least I'm getting on Honour Roll. I WILL. JUST WATCH ME.)

Ughh, I'm already breaking the Rach-law of not talking about awards or anything until grad. Damn. This just proves how suckish Rach is at goal-setting and -keeping.

Yes. So. Back to November goals. Uhhh...

Rach doesn't know. Rach will set goals later. Rach wants to procrastinate on this. :/

I wanna go back to the fun times when we talked about showering and hair and oaky and fat water absorbing barney toys. D; (Haha, Jason and Richard might know what I'm talking about. If they forgot, then I'll gladly remind them again. xD)

Wongies had Art today, which meant PLASTER PLASTER PLASTER :DD Van plastered me today, and I had a nice little half-nappie on my pillow. :) Van sort of got plaster all over my hair, but tis okay, because after shampooing it 3 times, it came out. :D Also, my mask is really round, because I have a round face. :O

Goddess: You know, this would make a really nice moon mask.
Van: ... Really? I suggested a Teletubby.
Goddess: ... That works too. xD

Yay Teletubbies? :P

After reading Angieness's recent entry, I realized that people sometimes have something in their lives that is really significant to them, even though other people might go "meh" at it. Like, Angieness has Ayumi Hamasaki and marks/academic stuff, Amy has Negima and Japanese, Jesca has pie, Jason and Fandi have procrastination problems and also academic stuff, and yeah. (Oh, and Sarah has Michael.) (Jksjks.) Now I'm wondering what is my... I dunno, obsession. Hmm. Love? ... But love is wayyy overrated. Obsessing over overrated things is bad. :/

End random contemplative moment. (I sincerely hope that my dear readers did not lose brain cells from reading that. Rach is more suitable to hyperactivity than contemplative thinking. That's Van's job.)

VAN IS OFFICIALLY MY ZOMGG-I'M-SO-SCREWED-FOR-STUFF-I-NEED-TO-JACK-SOMEONE'S-WORK-NAOOO BUDDY. :DD

I phail at overhand serving? :/

I'm getting bored now.

Hiiiii.

Rach gave up trying to post everyday, mainly because she doesn't exactly have anything interesting to talk about every single day. :/

New discovery of the day: Eddie once had to treat this guy for a spinal injury because apparently the dude- and Rach quotes Eddie- "hit his ass on the pool floor. He was like, what? 6'5"? And he went down the slide too fast and killed his spine."

Or something. o.o

Rach's cousin wants to become a lifeguard/lifesaving instructor. He was practicing saying "Hi! I'm Andy!" to his mom, because if he does become an instructor, he has to say that to the little kids. Rach is amused by the very thought of it. x3

Rach did not go trick-or-treating yesterday. Rach didn't even have a costume. x.x Rach lacks Halloween spirit?

... Nahh, Rach just didn't feel like it this year. :/

... Or is that the same thing? o.o

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CUZ EVERYTIME WE TOUCH, I GET THIS FEELING- -shot-

Rach put "Everytime We Touch" by Cascada, "Low" by Flo Rida and "Don't Stop the Music" by Rihanna on her iPod. :D Rach also got "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry, but finds the song kind of awkward, despite being bi herself. :/

Rach is currently listening to "Everytime We Touch." Rach likes to sing that song in particular, because it's fairly easy on Rach's voice. Rach should sing it at recess?

Rach's dad wants her to get off the computer now. So Rach must end this post now. D:

Lalalalaaaa

You may have noticed that I didn't post yesterday. :P Well, I was in too bad of a mood and PMSing too much to bother posting. So yeah. ._.

To Angieness - War? Wars are bad. D: ... That's about all Rach can say about the subject. ._. (Oh, and you can tell Rach is not in such a bad mood anymore ... is more tolerable right now ... is not PSMing as much ... [insert nice way of saying that she won't randomly spaz at people anymore here]. Yes, Rach fails of epic proportions. Rach thinks we've established that already. ._.) (You can also tell that Rach is not as pissed off at Angieness anymore because she started calling her Angieness again. :D)

Silken gave Rach a psychological analysis yesterday over MSN. The results were awkward. :O

Hmm, what else. Oh yeah, Ms. Wong the Force screamed at us today because she somehow (probably from the Goddess) found out that people posted pictures of her on Facebook. Well, more specifically, she ordered us that "All pictures of me that are posted on Facebook must be removed, NOW!" To which Shannon promptly replied, "So you want me to go on Facebook now?? On the school computer??" And the Force said, "... You know what I mean! >:O"

Yesterday or something...

Shannon: Haha, what a dumbass question. :P
The Force: SHANNON. ESSAY.
Daniel: Haha, what a dumbass. :P
The Force: DANIEL. ESSAY.

Rach is wondering if Eddie will yell at her on Saturday because she can't swim. ._. Eddie planned to do intervals this week. Rach wants to sit by the side and watch people do intervals. THIS IS PAYBACK FOR SKIPPING THOSE STUPID INTERVALS LAST TIME, CICI. AND FOR SKIPPING ENDURANCE SWIM LAST WEEK, CRYSTAL. >:D

Rach is being spazzy again. Rach resolves to not be spazzy for... 5 minutes.

...

...

...

Not being spazzy is boring. ._.

Hmm, I don't wanna go trick-or-treating tomorrow. :/ Mostly because I'm waaaaay too tall to look like a fifth grader or something. Van could probably pass for a fifth grader. Or even a third grader. So could Keith, Rach guesses. Oh yeah, Rach's mom once told Rach that she thought Keith was short enough to be a third grader. Rach cracked up at that.

Rach is happy that her posts are finally getting longer. :) Unlike Van, Rach's posts are long when she is finished all her homework. Rach does not like to procrastinate despite doing it for 98% of her assignments. The other 2% is a rare occurence. But it happens. Rach is proud. :D

Oh yeah, Van wants to jack Rach's journal, right? Van can jack Rach's journal now. Rach is finished with her journal. Her parents claim that the font is too small. It's in size 10 Calibri or something or other. Rach forgots the font name.

Rach just realized that she wrote "forgots" instead of "forgot". Rach's grammar and spelling can be quite sad sometimes.

... Shut up Angie. I KNOW you're getting the damn Lit award. Don't rub it in my face.

Ah, Rach is getting spazzy again. ._. Rach should learn to avoid the subject of the Lit award from now until grad. Or any award at all. (But Rach should not avoid the subject of grad. That would be a bit depressing.)

Nalini died at lunch monitoring today. She ate pizza in class for her lunch. Rach doesn't know either. :/

Apparently, that Janice person got sent to the office today for making a Facebook group that was considered as cyberbullying. Then Mr. Principal-Dude-Whose-Name-Rach-Unfortunately-Cannot-Disclose went to lecture Janice's class on cyberbullying. Eulaine was in that class. Eulaine complained about it on the bus. Rach went meh. :/

... War is still bad.

...

...

Rach is bored. Should Rach go and play Sims 2 now? :/

... No. Rach doesn't feel like it.

Btw Angieness, feelings are not moot points. But that's just my opinion. And you'll probably say that opinions are moot points too. Whatever. Rach promised not to be spazzy anymore, so Rach will not press further on that subject, because it's getting Rach's inner spazziness worked up, and before long, Rach will be typing in all capitals and dropping the F-bomb everywhere like she did with the last post. And in her last letter to Lynette. Rach is a bad person for dropping the F-bomb a lot when she's pissed. Then again, that is Rach being pissed. And no, Rach doesn't know either. Like usual. :/

The strikethrough tag is fun. :) Strikethrough, strikethrough, strikethroughhhhh.

Lalalalalaaaalalalaaa.

Rach and Meech and Shandy and Van (and Angieness? Rach forgots) got rejected by Mr. Conductor-of-Concert-Band today, because we tried to crash the brass-only rehersal. :P

... Rach wrote "forgots" again. :O Oh well, Rach doesn't care.

Rach's post today is long. Rach is satisfied. :)

Tomorrow is Halloween Dance. Oh, and Rach still owes Van a dollar. Durn. D:

Rach apparently needs to conceal peoples' names now, because Rach might get sued if the Goddess or someone found Rach's blog by accident or something? :/ And Rach agrees with Angieness. Everyone protect your blogs, because if one is found out, we're all found out. :O

Rach's hand hurts from typing for some reason. :/ Rach will stop now then. Rach says bye.

In a depressive mood today.

Fuck. If I don't get an award at all (Honour Roll doesn't count. Screw that.) then my parents will skin me alive. Not to mention that I'll be a failure in life forever.

If Angie's going to take the literacy award, I might go for... Science. Or something. Where there's not a lot of competition. Because I suck like that. And besides, I don't really have a certain strength in a certain area. I'm more of a person who does decently in everything, without any outstanding marks anywhere special. This fails.

Oh, and Angie, rubbing it in my face that "thou art inferior to moi" is not helping either. Just to let you know. So thanks a lot. (And if you're purposely deaf to the sarcasm like Jason, I say fuck you both.)

And Andrea, how many fucking times do I have to tell you not to touch my things without permission??? I know you love chocolate and all, but fucking stealing my chocolate while I'm not looking is going way too far.

Oh yeah. And I failed the French play too. Don't ask. I don't want to explain, because dwelling on it won't help, it'll just put me in a worse mood than I already am. And that's never a good thing. I doubt that you people have seen me in my worst moods, because I always seem happy and sunshiny all the time. I have feelings too, okay? So don't go assuming that just because I seem happy all the time means that I really am.

If you think I'm overreacting, I say fuck off and leave me alone. I'm not in the mood to listen to lectures and pep talks right now.

Today is gonna be a short post.

See Angie's blog for details about Black Creek Pioneer Village trip. :P Since Rach is too lazy to type everything out herself. ._.

Rach is finished (sort of) studying for history. Nevertheless, Rach is kind of screwed, and scared that her brain will blank out during the test exam and she will get a bad mark. Rach will screw herself if she makes a careless mistake. Because Rach is still a perfectionist deep down inside. Even though Rach got 53% on the REAL perfectionist quiz. (The one that said that Rach was seventy-something percent perfectionist wasn't the right one. :P Rach's perfectionist tendencies really come out when Rach is stressed. :/ And no, Rach doesn't know what she's talking about either.)

Eloquent?? Rach begs to differ. :/

Rach seems less scatterbrained and retarded on her blog?? Rach is not sure if she should take offense to that. :/ Rach doesn't know a lot of things.

Rach did not have a work-free Sunday, but...

RACH IS DONE EVERYTHING! :DDD

... Except reading responses. Screw them. >:(

And Rach is pretty screwed for history, Rach thinks. But Rach knows SOME things about Confederation, so that counts for something. :O

Rach is now addicted to chocolate. Therefore Rach is very caffeinated right now. :O BUT CHOCOLATE IS GOOD. EVEN THOUGH IT IS FATTENING. SHUT UP. RACH IS NOT FAT. RACH SIMPLY WEIGHS A LOT BECAUSE SHE IS TALL. >:(

ALDJFLADSKJFLKAERJC4IOEWJCOKERFJOER.

RACH IS HYPER. RACH IS ALSO ADDICTED TO CAPS. =D AND BTW, RACH IS SMART AND PUTS ON CAPSLOCK WHEN TYPING THIS. BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA -shot-

Ooh, that Antoine-Aime Dorion dude is the leader of the... Parti Rouge, Rach thinks, and is that dude who no one cares about. :D

RACH IS STILL HYPERRRRRR ADFLKJERLWFJIEWOJFDLSEKJFLAEJFLWEAJFLKWEJFLWERJFLIAWERJFIWELJFLIAEWJFOIWEAJFOIEWRJ.

UWAHHH, RACH MADE A SIDESCROLLBAR BY TYPING ALL THAT. :O RACH DOES NOT LIKE SIDESCROLLBARS. THEY MAKE THE BOX LOOK UGLY. :/ AND NO, RACH DOESN'T KNOW EITHER. RACH IS TYPING GIBBERISH RIGHT NOW CUZ SHE IS HIGH ON CAFFEINE. YAAAAAY CAFFEINE??? :DDDDD

ALSDFJALSKJFLKSEAJFLKSJ CAPPPSSSS :DDDDD RACH NORMALLY DETESTS CAPS, BUT WHEN SHE'S HYPER SHE TYPES IN ALLLLLLL CAPPPPPSSSSS. RACH THINKS THAT WE'VE ALREADY ESTABLISHED THAT. :O RACH STATES THE OBVIOUS. THAT JUST GOES TO SHOW YOU HOW MUCH RACH'S BRAIN CAPACITY REALLY IS.

UWAHHHHHHHHH.

ASJDFLAJFIEWJFLIEWJFLKJLEJFLKEJFLKESJFLKESJFE.

RACH BETTER NOT MAKE ANOTHER SIDESCROLLBAR WITH THAT AGAIN. >:(

RACHHHH ISSSSS HIGHHHH ONNNN CAAAAFFEINEEEEEEE :DDDDDD

... OR IS THAT A BAD THING. :/ RACH DOESN'T KNOW.

ALDSKJFLKDSJFLESJLEWJFLEWJFLKESJLKDSJLKDSJ.

RACH SHOULD LIKE, STOP NOW. :O CIAOOOOO.

Phail.

Rach is not going to have a work-free Sunday. Because even though Rach has the glue, Rach is too tired to stick little pieces of magazines onto a piece of paper with a drawing of what is supposed to be Rach on it tonight. Rach will focus on finishing math today, and then sleep. Or stuff herself with chocolate that she bought at Wal-Mart.

(Rach swears she's going to finish all her chocolate before Tuesday. x__X Then Rach would have to go buy more for the history test exam on Tuesday. Or the fruity kind of gum. But Rach prefers chocolate. Even though it's unhealthily addicting and high in saturated fat. Uwahh, Rach is going to be an unhealthy chocoholic. D: But not as much as Andrea. Andrea is even more of a chocolate lover than Rach.)

Monday is Black Creek trip. Rach is looking forward to taking stalker pictures with her camera. :D

... Rach wants more chocolate. NAO. :/

... Rach should get working on her math. Rach wants the literacy award. Rach is probably not going to make it. x__X

This is why Rach phails of epic proportions.

P.S. Rach realized that her entries are getting progressively shorter. Is this supposed to be a good thing? :/

Rach needs to make this post quick.

Because her dad wants her to get off the computer. D: Also because Rach is tired. Rach has bags under her eyes. x__X

Rach is not that screwed for math, because she likes her choices of pictures. They are easy to write long-ish reports on. :) Rach is more screwed for art, mostly because Rach needs to go buy the appropriate type of glue. All the glue Rach has at home are crappy gluesticks that haven't been used in years. :/ Rach has her magazine pages ready for cutting into small squares though. :] (Rach swears she's going to lose brain cells from sticking little squares onto a piece of paper for hours. ._. Rach predicts that it's not going to be fun.) Rach wants to finish all her work (except for reading responses- that can wait) by tomorrow. Rach is crossing her fingers and praying with her four-leaf clovers that she can have a nearly-work-free Sunday. (Dad is probably going to make Rach study math/history, or make Rach do stupid worksheets. >:P)

Rach nearly missed posting today. Rach is a bad kid. :O

Rach hates reading responses. >:(

Rach should end this post nao. Ciao.

Hai peoples! :D

So. Rach brought her camera to school today and took a bunch of paparazzi pictures. Rach discovered that paparazzi is fun. :D

... But Rach is still kind of pissed off at the paparazzis at Ottawa. >:(

Rach is screwed for a lot of things. See Van's post for more details.

To Angieness: Rach agreed to go to the dance only cuz Rach feels like it. And because Rach is bored. And because Rach wants to go to a place where she can go crazy and slow dance with a bunch of involuntary girls people without other people staring at her and thinking she's some kind of mentally retarded freak. :D

... At least, Rach hopes. o.o

Oh, and yes, Rach omitted the hyphen in Angieness's nickname. :D Because Angie-ness is too troublesome to type and looks really awkward. :P

Tomorrow is a P.A. Day. That means Rach can sleep in tomorrow. Rach is satisfied. :)

Edit: Oh, by the way, Rach is going to be screwing around with the layout. Just to let you know. :P

Ehe. xP

It's funny, every time I think I'm going to die from homework/project/something or other, I end up finishing it in a relatively short amount of time. And then I stop spazzing. :P

Still screwed for reading responses though. And Art. And tests. And the weird math assignment thing. D:

Rach needs some random generic reading goal to write about for her reading binder thingy. ._. Also, she needs to type up 7 half-pages of reading responses on random Wikipedia articles and books that she read 23432043029893 times before already.

Our band sucks this yearrrr. D: Canon of Peace turned into "Canon of Loudness" or "Canon of War" and Amazing Grace is now officially dubbed "Amazing War." (Haha, Jason, you created a new band slang! :D Kind of like Carrots of the Pirabbean.) If it weren't for last year, we WOULD NOT have a CHANCE to get into MusicFest AT ALL. T.T I just hope we don't totally flop at MusicAlive. That would be embarrassing.

I cannot even imagine what grad band is going to sound like. Especially with only that Desiree person on percussion. O.O I swear everyone is going to go deaf at our grad. Which is really kind of SAD.

Uwahh, Angie makes me feel sorry for the Sutherlandians if she's going to describe Sutherlandia like that. D: HAVE FUN STRESSING YOUR BUTTS OFF FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR, GUYS. ._.

Oh, and I just realized: Angie rants about a lot of relevant stuff in her blog (like politics and our economy and all that) while I just write random crap. Rach applauds Angie-ness for that. :D

... Rach is wondering if she should omit the hyphen in Angie-ness's nickname. :/ Oh well. Whatever.

Rach is currently eating oranges. Oranges are kind of too tangy for Rach. Rach does not like oranges very much. ._. Besides, spitting out the seeds is troublesome.

Rach partnered up with Nalini for the science game project thingamabobber. :O Rach is still waiting for Nalini to add her on MSN. xP

... Rach doesn't want to write something generic about a generic reading goal. ._. Rach lacks reading goals. But Rach is not allowed to put "I lack reading goals" on her sheet, or she will get docked marks. Screw you too, reading goals. D8<<

... See? Rach just writes random crap in her blog. Rach is hopelessly unproductive. ._.

Uwahh, Rach hopes Angie-ness isn't feeling too weird about barfing in the middle of school and triggering a Code Green. ._.

... Rach should start writing about her generic reading goals now. Rach will now end this post, which happens to be post number 52. Rach is proud. :D

DAMN IT.

I AM SCREWED FOR BASICALLY EVERYTHING.

I NEED TO CALM DOWN.

AND STOP BLOGGING. AND ACTUALLY DO MY WORK.

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT.

Journal + history + math + art + 2 tests next week = DEADDDDD. T.T

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT.

Haha, shrimp.

Something interesting happened at lunch monitoring today. So, I had leftovers for lunch, including beef, scrambled eggs, and 2-day-old shrimp mixed with rice. And then this girl, Chanese or however you spell her name, came up to me and started staring at my lunch. o.o And then she started begging me for my shrimp, but I refused, cuz I technically wasn't allowed to share my food (and besides, i wanted my shrimp. ._.) And then she spazzed and tried to grab it from my container thingy so I had to shove the two shrimp I had left into my mouth. xP

WILL YOU BE MY HUSBAND. :D jks jks.

Andrea: STOP RAPING ME. ARE YOU DOING THIS ONLY CUZ RICHARD'S NOT HERE? T.T
Me: Mmm, I guess. :P I mean, if he was here, I'd be hugging him instead.
Andrea: ... RICHARD, COME BACKKKK. Dx

Mr. Lew gelled his hair again today. xD

Hmm, what else. Oh, I was browsing the entries of another one of my old blogs, and it was quite... interesting, for lack of a better word. xD

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Backyard Broadway was PRO~~

Yes it was. 8DD

Okay, so basically, Silken came up with this idea of having a concert to get donations for the poor people in Sichuan, who've recently experienced an earthquake. And there were a bunch of grade 8's performing (and one grade 7, but she wasn't originally planning to go upstage in the first place, she sort of got... invited at the spur of the moment. But I digress) and they were all PRO. Let's see... Silken, Lily, Sienna, Sophie (or however you spell her name... I don't know her), Richard, Justin, Peter, Guanzhou, and the rest of them either I'm too lazy to list, or I forgot. Oh, and me. But I'm highly irrelevant, despite the fact that Richard and I were supposedly great. Well, more specifically, Richard was being pro at piano as usual, but me... faaaaaiiiil. Even though Lily and Silken and some other people were shaking me and telling me I was awesome, and posing threats of violence if I contradicted them. -coughsiennacough-

So yeah. I'm done. But I'm still in a state of denial over whether I was pro or not.

---

Arcy says...

"YOU ARE OUR SCHOOL'S HOTTEST COUPLE."
-Alyssa

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Thursday June 12, 2008 (at lunch time...)

“I don’t have muscles,” Vanessa said, raising her own arm and poking it.

“No, you’re not very strong,” Fandi commented. “Rach is though.”

“I am?”

“Yes you are,” Fandi reassured me. “And so is Mich.” With that, she started punching Michelle’s arm, as if to prove to everyone that Mich had muscles.

“Yeah, Mich is really strong,” Vanessa agreed, punching Michelle’s other arm.

Michelle just sat there eating her lunch, and didn’t seem to notice the two people on either side of her hitting her.

Fandi grinned at her lack of reaction, and began punching harder. “Doesn’t this hurt?” she finally asked Michelle incredulously.

“No.” When Fandi gave her a surprised face, she added, “My brother punches me all the time. That’s how I get muscles, as you would say.”

“Getting punched does not give you muscles!” Fandi said loudly, laughing. Vanessa and I were laughing as well.

“Yes it does,” Michelle said stubbornly, getting up to pack her thermos away.

“No it doesn’t!” Fandi said back. “Mich, you have special logic.”

“Yes I do,” Michelle agreed.

When the laughter finally subsided, Michelle sat in her chair again and faced Fandi. “Do you want to get muscles then?” she asked.

“No thanks,” Fandi said with a grin on her face, but Michelle had already started punching her shoulder. I was doubling over with laughter.

This carried on for a few minutes before Fandi yelled out, “Ow! That hurts!”

“I’m giving you muscles!” Michelle said indignantly.

“For the last time,” Fandi said, laughing herself, “punching someone does not give them muscles! Ow... you gave me a bruise!” she added accusingly.

“Well, it was for your own good!” Michelle shot back.

“You gave me a bruise though!” Fandi repeated.

“But bruises are cool!” Vanessa piped up, making everyone laugh again.

[ ps. i know its not exactly what we said that particular lunch, but you get the basic idea, right? ]

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I should be doing my math homework. x__X

OH, and P.S., Angie still seems to worship my blogging. xD TEH ANGIE'S BLOG IS PRO TOO. DON'T DENY IT. x3

In which Rach browses entries from her old blog.

You find interesting things when you read over the stuff you wrote over 3 months ago and forgot about. :P

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There's this random marker person at my Kumon who has problems. So, I don't get a question, and I ask for help. She reads me the answer so freaking fast that I couldn't hear anything clearly. I asked her to repeat what she said, and she's like, "JUST READ IT OVER AGAIN" and I'm like, "WTF, I READ IT OVER LIKE 5 EFFING TIMES AND I STILL DON'T GET IT, THATS SORT OF WHY IM ASKING YOU FOR HELP" but she went off to help this other person, so I think she missed my pissed-off glare.

So, I read the text again... and again... and then she's like, "STOP STARING AT IT, STARING AT IT WON'T HELP" and I felt like slapping her. And then she took it and looked at the answer book and was like, "COME ON, THIS STUFF IS EASY" and I was like, "I'M IN GRADE EFFING SEVEN AND THIS IS LIKE GRADE EFFING ELEVEN WORK, AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FIND IT EASY??? YOU HAVE SERIOUS ISSUES, LADY." Then she gave this explanation thing that made no sense. Something like "The lament part refers to him weeping and moaning next to the riverbank" and then something about waiting for him to finish speaking cuz the dude wasn't going to speak for long. I had no idea how those two ideas were connected, so I asked her why they gave that answer, and she's like, "Cuz thats what it says in the answer book." And I muttered under my breath, "That's helpful," and she said, "What?" and I repeated myself, and then she's like "WHAT???" and I'm like, "FORGET IT." And she's like, "WHAAATTT?????" and I felt like kicking her. Which probably would have been easy cuz her legs were invading my space, and they kept bumping against my legs.

...And I forgot what I was going to complain about next, so whatever.

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Uwahh, Rach had a bad day that day. D: Rach still remembers that person. Rach is still kind of pissed off at her. (And yes, Rach does sometimes hold really long grudges.)

Oh, that reminds Rach. Apparently Lileth works at Kumon now. :O Rach wishes her good luck with that. ._.

And now the rant that is more likely to interest people...

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What. The. Hell. Just stop it. I'm getting so sick of it.

What am I talking about? The fact that most people seem to care about our relationship status than much else. Actually, "care" isn't the right word. I can't find a word for "abuses our status to make both stupid and hurtful comments at both Richard and I."

I think some people in grad band heard Kevin (who goes on my bus) ask me- in front of everyone in grad band (but not everyone was listening, thank god): "Rachel, do you like Richard?" He'd been doing that for the past week or three, just to irritate me. And he knows I get irritated. So ignore him, some would say. Here's the problem: I ignore it, he, and most other people, continue. I don't ignore it, they still continue. Do I have a choice much? T.T

Most of the people who tease me know that I hate it (and I guess that's the precise reason they tease me in the first place) but when I tell them to stop, they still do it. Then I tell them that I'm serious and they should stop, and they stop- for the time being. A day or two later, it starts up again. When I say you should stop, that does not mean stop for just a minute or two. It means stop, REALLY stop.

I know that most people don't really mean to make me depressed-like and stuff, but there is a difference between playful teasing, and killing my self-esteem for four months with no end in sight. How does it kill my self-esteem, you ask? Well, it's less to do with the teasing and more to do with the fact that I feel disrespected, and my wished unheard. Like my opinions and feelings don't matter to anyone. And people don't like to be ignored; it usually causes them to withdraw from friends and family and socialize less. Which can likely lead to depression. Some people might think that I'm one of the least likely people to get depressed, but I've been in bad moods before. Really bad moods.

To those of you who are the teasers- you know who you are- before you tease me again, at least try to think about what I have to go through every time you do it. I've been putting up with this shit for a long time. I've told people to stop, but THEY DON'T STOP. Again, when I say stop, I REALLY. MEAN. STOP.

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That's the one thing I'm actually happy about. When Richard's not at Crosby, that kind of stuff stops, thank god. (But I still miss him like hell. T.T)

Oh yeah, and this is what Jason commented on one of my posts:

Arclithe said...
Oh no Rachel.
Next year if we do the yearbook, I think we should make like a little box for people to write whatever they want to write in it :D
... well, plus that i guess.
it should be cool!
and we HAVE to make it better than this year's.

BUAHAHA, indeed. >:)

Uwahhh, Rach guesses that almost 90% of this post is copied and pasted from her old blog. That just goes to show how bad Rach is at estimating. xP

Rach is bored.

Uwahh, Rach has not been bored in such a long time. But now Rach has nothing better to do than to rant in her blog about how bored she is. And about writer's block.

Third-person is fun. TRUFAX. :O

Hmm, Rach should stop pulling a Van. Now.

...Whatever.

Rach wants to write something. But Rach doesn't know. ._. SOMEONE GIVE RACH IDEAS ON WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT. ._.

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ASDFJASDFJLJFOIEWJLKSDMOIOIFJWELJCLKFIWEJFILEWJLKEWJFLKEWJFLKEWC.

ALWKERJOIEWJLKEWRFLIERJLIREJCLKERJILJRELIFJEWRLKJFOREMFOIJREIOJAOICNFOKREJGFOIJEWRFLKAJFOIEAR.

Rach should stop doing that now.

...Rach is still bored. Oh, Rach hears that song from Mamma Mia downstairs. O.O Uwahh, it's getting on Rach's nerves now. STOP IT. SHUT UP, SONG. SHUUUUUTTT UPPPP.

Haha, the thing shut up. >:D

...Rach is still bored. Rach really sounds like Van right now. o.o Rach is be plagiarizing Van? Uwahhh, Rach is a bad kid.

...BORED. T.T

In which Rach posts conversations from lifesaving.

The FOREHEAD convo
Eddie: Sandra, you still need to give me your Bronze Med verification.
Sandra: Oh yeah, I keep forgetting. xP
Eddie: Then write it in your agenda.
Sandra: ...But I don't HAVE an agenda :(
Eddie: Then write it on your forehead.
Sandra: ...But I don't HAVE a forehead :P
Eddie: What do you mean you don't have a forehead?? o.O
Everyone: LMAO xD

The CROTCH convo
Eddie: Kyle, why does it say Karosh here?
Kyle: Oh, that's my real name, but my dad signed me up as Kyle. :P
Some random dude: Wait... your name is Crotch? o.o
Everyone: LOL xD

The BABY ACTAR convo
Sandra: Why's the baby so small? o.o
Eddie: Because it's a baby. (No duh.)

The BABY ACTAR convo #2
Random dude: -bangs actar on chair-
Eddie: DON'T BREAK MY BABY. YOU BREAK MY BABY, I BREAK YOU. >:(

The NIPPLE convo
Eddie: Here's how you landmark for compressions. See these two holes? These are nipples.
Everyone: ...xD
Eddie: ........ T.T Anyway, so you put these two fingers on the nipples-
Everyone: xDD
Eddie: ............. ANYWAY... they're parallel, so you bring your fingers across and push.
Random dude: B-b-but... what if they're NOT parallel? D:
Eddie: -facepalm- Are your nipples not parallel?? T__T

The MAJOR INJURY convo
Eddie: The important thing is to treat your minor victim, or else they'll become a major victim. How are going to treat two major victims? You can't.
Kyle: So, if you have two major victims, you just have to let one die?
Eddie: No. If you have two major victims, then you're screwed. Majorly.

Uwahh.

This is as close to an all-nighter as Rach can get before her parents demand that she goes to sleep. x__X

At chinese school today...

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Jason Q: Hey Ms. Wong- I mean, lao shi!
Me & Shandy: LMAO xD

Terry: (randomly) STOP TOUCHING ME.

HAI GUYZ! (Nearly wrote "HAI GAYS" there o.o) Je is at chinese school. Er... wo zai zhong wen xue xiao. Yeah. I'm bored. Shandy's watching me. :P

My handwriting is so fugly. T.T
Waii! No!
(That was Shandy.)

I'm bored. We're supposed to be doing this thingy in the exercise book that neither of

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That's where I stopped. Never got to finish that sentence. :P

ADLKFJDLFJSADLJFSD.

Goodbye.

Jason, get well soon. D:

No, srsly. You sound really sick and frustrated and... stuff. o.o Tis not good. Sleep and feel better, kay? Straining yourself isn't gonna do you any favours. Dx

And indeed, the viruses attach themselves to cells, magically make new baby viruses, and blow the cells up. :P Tis how it works.

We had a class debate in math today. :O Okay, so we were taking up this random math sheet, and we were talking about how to figure out the sum of interior angles for regular polygons. Then I heard Andrew arguing with Dana and Mich P about how, even if the sides are all the same length, the angles aren't necessarily the same. So Andrew was trying to prove that point, while Dana was trying to explain why it didn't work, and Mich P making sarcastic comments and basically yelling in Andrew's face that he was wrong, and it didn't work that way, because she said that if all the sides are the same length, the angles HAVE to be the same too.

Ms. Wong for some reason didn't notice (or refused to notice) the argument, until Andrew basically yelled back in Mich P's face that "You're all so dumb! >:O" Then Ms. Wong turned around and said, "Excuse me? Andrew, did I hear you say that someone is dumb?" And then Andrew and Dana and Mich P explained about the argument.

First, Ms. Wong lectured us on how we shouldn't call each other derogatory names like "dumb" because it's not nice and blah blah blah.

Ms. Wong: ...So, no one is dumb in this room-
Marco: I am! :D
Everyone: LOL xD

After that, the class began a heated debate.

Resolved that: Even if all the sides of a regular polygon are the same, the angles don't necessarily have to be the same.

That was Andrew's point, and frankly, the whole class was against him. :P

To try and prove his point, Andrew drew a really screwed up hexagon on the board, one that had 4 obtuse and 2 acute angles, and tried to explain that it was possible, while Mich P and James and Simon and Jake were arguing that the sides weren't the same, because if they were, it wouldn't be possible, and Andrew just replied by saying, "Well, pretend they're the same! >:O" And then they tried to explain to him that just pretending doesn't prove anything, and that if they actually WERE the same, it wouldn't be possible, and so on and so forth.

Suddenly, David N piped up that it was possible, and Andrew was right, because he drew the same hexagon Andrew tried to draw on the board, this time making sure that all the sides are the same length. I immediately rushed over to his desk (which was about a meter away from mine :P) with my ruler and measured the sides of his hexagon to make sure.

David: See, they're all 2 cm. :P
Me: ....-measures really carefully- Sorry, I'm being a perfectionist here. :P
Everyone: ......
Me: AHA! This one's 2.1 cm! >:D
Everyone: LOL xD
James: Burn! xD
David: Fine! I'll fix it! xD

Then it was discovered that Andrew wasn't talking about regular polygons, and everyone else thought he was. In the end, we were both right, because Andrew was right about the angles not necessarily being the same even if the sides were the same length, and Mich P and the rest of us were right about that being impossible with a regular polygon.

Then Andrew started to brag that "everyone's dumb except for me," which really pissed Jake off, so he called Andrew "extremely dumb." Then Ms. Wong lectured us again. :P

Andrew: You are dumb! >:P
Jake: No, you're dumb! >:O
Ms. Wong: ZOMGG, just stop it! D:<<
Me: This is a dumb argument! >.>

So that is the special thing that happened today. :P

JASON, DUN OVEREXTERT YOURSELF. ._. Get better, kayyy?

I IS AT SKOOOLLLLL

HI.

I'M BORED. ANDREA'S GOING ON YOUTUBE. xD

BUAHAHAHAHAHA

>:)

...I'm really bored now. Ciao. :P

Survival of the Fish Hooks.

Andrea: Tu est un... uhh... -flips through French dictionary- wait, wait, wait...
Everyone: Lol xD
Sarah: Are you looking for retard? xD
Andrea: Yeah~
Sarah: I don't think it's in there o.O
Andrea: Well, sex is in there; why not retard?
Sarah: Sex is in every dictionary :P
Andrea: AHA! RETARDÉE! >:D
Everyone: LMAO xD

Screwed for Survival. xP

BUAHAHAHAHA

"...So then, both of the sperm went into the eggs! :D"
"Wouldn't that make twins? o.O"
"Wait... so **** and **** are going to have sperm- er, twins?"
"LOL~"
"I guess...? o.o"
"Oh wait, but how would the sperm get there in the first place??"
"Uhhh... **** had oral with **** and yeah!"
"Haha, but then it would go through your digestive system! xD"
"...Oh! **** got a vagina constructed! Yeah! So now he has a penis AND a vagina! :D"
"O__O;;; LMAO~"
"So then **** did it with **** but then **** interrupted, so they had a three way! And the egg went into the sperm!"
"Excuse me?? O.O xD"
"Yeah! The egg went into the sperm!"
"You mean like... speggs?"
"AHAHA, guys, you know people are staring! xD"
"...Uhh... is this window open?? O__O"
"Wait... isn't that the staff room??"
"Yeah... .__."
"OMG!!"
...
"....YOU DIDN'T HEAR THAT, OKAY? YOU HEARD NOTHING!! OKAY?? :O"
"LMAO, ANDREA!! xD"
"...IT WAS HER FAULT! HER FAULT, I TELL YOU!! >:D"
"Why the hell are you pointing at me?? T__T"
"LOL~"

Try to figure out who said what. xD Oh, btw, names are censored because people are probably going to kill me if they find out who we were talking about. xP And "LOL" or "LMAO" refers to general laughter. :)

Oops.

I nearly forgot to post today. :O

...Not that I have anything to talk about.

...Bye. :P

Happy birthday, blog! :D

-insert random birthday stuff here-

Yeah. Nothing much to update on. But I still wanna keep my goal of posting everyday, so... here I am. :P

HERE I AMMM, ONCE AGAINNNN, I'M TOOOOORN INTO PIECESSSS -shot-

So yeah. I'm bored. ._.

Okay, now I feel like blogging more. :P

Crystal: Eddie! It's all your fault! I think I caught your cold. -__-
Eddie: ...Cold? What cold? o.O
Crystal: Last week! You weren't here cuz you were sick, right...? :O
Eddie: ...No. o.O
Everyone: o___O;;; Then... where were you?
Eddie: I was on a date.
Daphne: You ditched us for a date? That's not nice! >:O
Me: ... (A date?? Wtf?? o__O)

Oh, btw, "everyone" refers to me, Daphne, Crystal, and Jennifer. :D Cici wasn't there; she was late today for some reason. :P -shot for writing about people that Crosbians probably don't know-

But seriously. I'm fitting in more easily than I expected. ;D

I suppose lifesaving IS useful for something; it gives me stuff to blog about~ xD

You know, I'm sort of jealous of Angie. She can write SOOO much in her blog, and here's me with my really short paragraphs that shouldn't even be called paragraphs due to their lack of length. ._. She writes about interesting stuff too. :O

It's past 10pm! (Just felt like pointing that out :P)

According to Rachel standards...

9:00 pm - Not that late
10:00 pm - Getting sleepy...
11:00 pm - Should be in bed by now
12:00 am - Get off the computer. NOW.
1:00 am - Gonna be so cranky tomorrow x__X

Might as well do morning too, eh?

6:00 am - Sleeping. If I'm awake, there'd better be a good reason for it.
7:00 am - Sleeping. Maybe awake if I went to bed super early the night before.
7:20 am - Get up for school. If no school, sleeping.
8:00 am - Awake if I'm lucky.
9:00 am - Usually awake by now.
10:00 am - Probably stayed up really late last night. ._.
11:00 am - Stayed up waaaay too late last night. Dx

There. Now you sort of know how Rach's internal clock works. :D

...I'm bored.

...That's getting SO redundant. ._. Maybe I should find a way to rephrase that. Or not say it at all. xP

...Whatever. I'M BOREEED.

EDIT: It seems that the Blogspot clock is 3 hours slow compared to my computer's clock. o.O

EDIT #2: Fix'd. :D

HAY THAR.

Tomorrow my blog is turning a month old~ :D

Haha, I got unrejected by that Jennifer person who rejected me last lifesaving class~ ;D

Today, Rach found out that her instructor Eddie is very sexist. :P

Eddie: Okay guys, I'm gonna give you a quiz now. Whoever gets a wrong answer has to do 20 push-ups. >:D
Random people: NUU! Push-ups are harddd! D:
Eddie: ...Fine. The boys will have to do 20 push-ups. Girls can chose between push-ups, sit-ups, and jumping jacks. :D
Random guys: D8<<

So yeah. :P

Rach is going to go play Sims 2 now. And don't nag Rach to do her homework; Rach does not want to do work when her shoulders are sore from doing 18 lengths of head-up front crawl. >:O (Rach will hate intervals forever and ever now.)

...Rach should stop pulling a Van and stop talking in the third person.

Meh.

Ms. Wong: Guys, stop talking so I can think! >:O My brain isn't functioning well at 2:15 in the afternoon!
Mich P: Ms. Wong, do you need a hug? :D
Ms. Wong: No thank you, Michelle, I'm okay.

Mich P: Political deadlock is like, when the two parties can't agree on anything. Like, one party wanted to eat pie, and the other didn't. :P
Everyone: lol xD
Ms. Wong: Haha, not a very good example, Michelle xD
Mich: Fine then! >:P One party wanted to look for rocks on the ground, and the other... wanted to look for rocks in the sky! There!
Everyone: LMAO xD

-____-

SERIOUSLY GUYS. STOP CALLING ME A GIANT TODDLER. YOU MAY THINK IT'S FUNNY, BUT I REALLY DON'T. I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE ANY MORE OF THAT SHIT FROM YOU PEOPLE, OKAY?

...

On the bright side, I got unrejected. :D -shot-

So dead for journal... and french test tomorrow... stupid Ms. K, how the hell are we going to memorize the meanings and conjugations for 45 different verbs? D:< (Well, granted, most of them follow the standard ER, IR, or RE conjugations... BUT IRREGULAR VERBS ARE DEATH. D8<<)

I should stop blogging and finish that damn Journal. And then study for French. Dx

Blogging at school

This is what I wrote in my Journal document at school today :D

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HAI GUYZ :D I’m at school right now, cuz it’s our computer period, and I dun wanna risk getting caught going onto my blog (cuz if you get on the Force’s bad side, she’ll “accidentally” give you worse perils xD) so yeah. I’m supposed to be doing my journal thingy right now, but... I dun wanna. D:

Haha, the history sheet spelled “Confederation” wrong. Twice. xD

Hmm, I’m bored now. :P

Beside me, Van is also writing her blog entry xD BLOGGING IS ADDICTING. (But Rach is a bad kid, because she does it in class ._.)

Btw, this is on my Journal document right now, and I’ll just put it on my USB and post it on my actual blog at home x3

Rach doesn’t wanna do her Journal. What is Rach supposed to say about plagiarism? D:

Wow, Van typed a lot. o.o Stupid Van, always finding some random crap to type up and make her stuff seem longer xP

I’m disguising this entry as my Journal, so I can just pretend to be working on my journal :O (I ish a bad, bad kid.)

LALALALALALA.

I wonder if the Sutherlandians got their perils and bonuses yet. :O If they did, Jason and Fandi are probably freaking out about it right now. :P

I space out my paragraphs a lot. :P Unlike Van, who has this HUGE BLOCK OF TEXT on her document that makes it seem longer and more pro. D: VAN TIS A PRO BLOGGER. As for me, I just write random stuff that randomly pops out of my head. :P

I GOT REJECTED. :O (Must have said that about twenty times already today, more or less. :P)

...I’m supposed to be writing my journal/researching history/survivaling right now, but meh. Typing this up is more fun.

This filled up half a page already in size 8.5 Verdana font. xD

Mich P: (comes into the room with Jesca) Ms. Wong, Jessica has issues. ._.

With every silver lining, there comes a cloud. :P IT’S TRUE.

Right now, it is apparently around 12:10 pm. I wonder what I ordered for Lunch Lady today. :O After lunch, we have literacy (perils and bonusessss ._.) and I.T., which is why I brought my USB.

Van’s talking about the Sims 2 over in her document right now. I’m slightly less addicted to the Sims 2 than before, but still. :O

And on the other side of me, Andrea’s reading an article on Hibari Kyouya. xD Good job, Andrea.

...I think Ms. Wong is having a little “heart-to-heart chat” with Shannon now. o.o

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And yeah. xD

...I should be doing my history D:

Okay, I'm better now :)

Haha, I spazzed so much on that last post :P

You people are free to talk to me again~ xD

UGH. (In which Rach has a bad day and complains about it.)

Haha Angie, I don't read smut fanfictions anymore, fyi xD

Okay, now this post officially turns SERIOUS.

I'm having such a bad day todayyyy. ;O; We got the marks for the Number Sense and Numeration test back, and I got a freaking. Ninety. Percent. T____T And when I show it to my dad, expecting at least SOME kind of encouragement ("Oh, you tried your best, maybe you should blah blah blah next time so you can get even better :D") I get something else entirely. Instead, I get a "WELL MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU SHOULD STUDY HARDER" in my face. =___= Ain't that oh-so helpful?

Then at lunch, me and Van and Nalini had to go lunch monitoring, where this one girl for some reason decided to run around making constipating sounds, spam up the board, and act like she's on drugs. We try to stop her, but noooo, she just flounces away like a little spoiled child who treats everyone like pieces of dirt on her shoe. Yes, it's the same girl who yelled across the room: "I NEED SOMEONE TO BEAT UP!!" She's probably going to end up in jail or something later in her life if she doesn't get therapy soon.

I went to the bathroom in the middle of lunch, and this other girl sees me when I was walking back to the portable, and she tells me (in a tone that grated on my nerves) that I'm supposed to be at their portable. You think I don't know that?? Dude, I'm still human, goddamnit. Why the fucking hell should I wet myself just for sake of "supervising" you people?? >.> (I know I'm overreacting, but I'm in a bad mood right now. -__-)

Oh, and I think I messed up in band today. Stupid Pathfinder's March... -.-

When I got home, I immediately went on the computer for something that could possibly lift my mood. And. It. Fucking. Crashed. Again. My computer is SO PAINFULLY SLOW now; half the time that I'm on the computer, I'm waiting for something to load. This is especially annoying when my mom says "I'll give you [insert number here] more minutes," and I end up not being able to do anything at all, since nothing loads in time and the internet keeps crashing. -__- I want my dad to get me more memory for my computer, but he said something like, "So what if it's slow? You can still do stuff, right?" Newsflash: my patience wears thin. Very, very quickly.

Sigh. End overreaction complaints here.