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3) Don't think that what you read is *all* of me. This is demented ramblings at a particular point in time. Talk to me, ask me about certain issues. Call me, IM me, whatever - get to know the person behind the words. I stand by what I say, just not the emotions that cause them.

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8) Peace, love and kittens. Unless I hate you. Then, you get a toaster.

Please Take Part

My mother made my family sit down and watch Invisible Children last week. If you can get your hands on this video, or watch a showing of it nearby, please do. I have not openly wept like that in a year and a half. Then, watching it reitierated by Oprah and Lisa Lou, I'm trying to do my best to spread the word.

Thousands of children make a nightly march to find safe places to sleep. Why, you ask? Because terrible men called the L.R.A rebels steal them in the night to force them into slavery as their mini soldiers and sex slaves. One very crazy but very charismatic man has taken it upon himself to start a war and use the children of his land to support it. Children piled up on each other in two hospital rooms, sleeping, praying that by the time they're 20, they won't have murdered anyone. We joke about people being bitchy about violent video games. Why don't we start bitching, ourselves, at real violence that is affecting children the same age?

If I've been quiet lately, it's because I can't get this out of my head. Women my age are having their fruit stolen from them. And, if they are returned, and not killed, they're husks. Lifeless husks that can't look you in the eye, can't laugh, can't play anymore. I see kids at the mall I work at , and I want to go single-handedly beat the shit out of anyone who would put a semi-automatic rifle in a 7 year olds hands. Or gang rape a girl of 12.

As it's been said before, this would never happen these days, especially in a first world country. Would we stand for our next door neighbor's having their doors broken down, and their children taken? Just because they don't have the locks we have, the alarm systems we do, even the goverment and militia, doesn't mean that they deserve it any more. Yes, our livestyles are different, our beliefs are different, so much about is pheomonally different, but human rights apply to everyone.

So, please, as someone you've known for years, someone that you poke fun at and laugh with, at least watch the film. Or buy a bracelet. Or repost it somewhere else. Please.

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Rachel

Today is World AIDS Day. I've always felt blessed to have my birthday on the same day as such an important, informative day for the rest of the world. As my birthday present, please go educate yourselves on AIDS and it's effects not only in the USA, but around the globe. Africa is always a hotspot of discussion, but no one talks about the giant rise in geriatric AIDS, the drop in young adult AIDS, and what it's like to grow up knowing that you or your family member has a time bomb inside of them.

Having worked with AIDS patients for a few years, it's been so hard to loose not only adults, but children (who I mostly worked with). I can tell you wonderful, but heart breaking stories of children under the age of 5 who showed more courage than those that I've attended college with.

And with the advent of RENT in movie format, I hope it encourages others to not only practice safe sex, but to preservere in finding not only the cure for AIDS, but ways to prolong lives of those who started as HIV+ and moved into the higher count. And don't forget, when it comes to town, to see it. It's so difficult to capture Broadway on film, and it would really do you well to experience this powerful play.

So, I'll wrap this up. Please. Practice safe sex. Teach your children about AIDS, as well as STD's. Help those who have already been inflicted or affected by it. Educate yourself (MTV has some great information, by the way). For me. For my birthday present.

Rachel

Rachel's 22 Birthday

December 1st, 2005 = Thursday
9:30 pm - meeting in the parking lot

Free cover and drinks
for the ladies!

DJ spinning Top 40

Whiskey Park North
(813) 968-1515
11921 N Dale Mabry Hwy
Tampa, FL 33618

I plan on both drinking and
dancing, so be there for the
exciting Rachel-kitty making
a fool of herself.

Please comment to RSVP -
Bring Friends!

Well, I have a bunch more names of places that I can apply at today. I'm saving Walmart for last, but it has to be an option, because I need the money. I had two calls today from weird phone numbers, so I need to call them back and see who they are. I think it's Blockbuster and Borders. At least I'm hoping it's them.

I'm off to Religion and Modern American History now. Not going to buy my Relgion book, beacuse I'm hoping I can get it through Jesuit. I am going to try to buy my Am Hist book, though, since I already missed that class once, and I need to do reading for it. *crosses fingers* My parents don't have the money to lend me for books, unfortunately, because of the car accident my brother got into yesterday.

He hit another student, I guess, and the car is out of commision, which cramps my schedule. I know that's being rude, but they're not making him get a job, like they did me, and my accident was worse. And on top of that, the mother of the student only wants to talk to me, because I have a different car insurance, and according to her, I won't screw her over. My family isn't like that, but they're starting to get angry. Me? I don't really care that much. He's been a dick to me lately, and even though he bought me a new pink backpack today, I know it was at my mother's insistance. It's all that stupid girl's fault. He's still staying up 'till all hours, so he couldn't focus on driving in Ybor. I do realize it's his choice, but she's stringing him along, and it really bothers me.

Anyway, I need to head out, and get in line at the bookstore again. Hopefully the little one will be better. Mom started calling at like 9 this morning, thinking that my class started at 11. It starts at 12:30. I do have my schedule down, now. *sighs* December. It has to be December.

But would north be true?

Rachel

So, it was called to my attention that backdating my entries to have the FO Banner at the top was actually not letting them show up on everyone's friends page. Which means, if you want to catch up on my life, please check out my journal and the last bunch of entries.

I just finished my last exam, and I've gotten the grade for another one. The next thing I'm doing is going to Human Reproduction class, and getting my grade.

Then, I drive to Zhills, get my car, and drive it home, stopping somewhere to get it cleaned. Roy and Marcus are going to detail it. And I am going to be one massively happy camper.

Rachel

I'm at school. Yay. Some guy is playing weird emo crap next to me. I'm debating going to class after doing really well on the quiz without going. Also, LJ cuts are needed in the naked community that I'm on.... It's unnerving to be looking at pussy shots this early in the morning, at school.

Didn't sleep well. Wanted to sleep more. Aunt Jane had to wake me up because Alex turned of my alarm clock again. I think I need to set my phone too. *sigh* I was annoyed.

Need to find out if we're gaming tonight. Hopefully. And I get to be a tease again. Yay!

Off to class. Go me.

Rachel

I should probably go to sleep. I feel like crap right now. Nickelback makes me cry, still. Some songs still have sense memories for me. I guess that's a good thing. I don't know.

*sigh* I just want to be cuddled. Is that really that difficult? Relationship? No. Cuddling? Yes. I miss Kvn for that. Just his hugs. I don't know.

Stupidness. I'm just being stupid. I need to be paitent and less needy. Like a lot of people have said, I probably need to focus on myself. But how do you do that? And what do you exactly do? I don't really get it.

Ok. It's almost midnight. I need to be in bed.

Rachel

I'm having such a hard time cleaning my room. With LKH to read? Of course, I choose now to pick it up but... Faeries? Sidhe? How can you stop the love?

Rachel

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Yes, yes, I know they're both ditzy, and I know they're both Republican, but I just can't help but loving Jessica Simpson and Brittany Spears. I think they look absolutely fantastic (who wouldn't want their bodies, in more than one sense), they sing amazingly, and they have somewhat amusing shows that highlight their blonde-ness. Hell, if a camera followed me around all day, there would be many instances of the "chicken of the sea" blurb. My parents have a whole list of them, in fact. I wish I could dance like them, too. I've got all of Brittany's music videos on DVD, and I usually watch it about once a month. And I love Newlyweds, even though they've sort of gone south, relationship wise. (Which makes me sad, really.)

Anyway, just felt like posting this. So sue me for being a pop-Queen addict.

Rachel

Rachel

Oh, and if Social Security comes in, I'm dying my hair lots of colors. Mainly black, purple and pink.

Rachel

SAGITTARIUS

Drinking style
In vino veritas -- and, for Sagittarius, in booze blurtiness: When buttered, they'll spill all your secrets and many of their own. Tactlessness aside, Sagittarius is just plain fun to drink with. This is a sign of serious partying (what else would you expect from the sign of Sinatra, Keith Richards, the Bush twins and Anna Nicole Smith?). They're the people who chat up everyone in the room, then persuade the entire crowd to travel somewhere else -- like a nightclub, or a playground, or Cancun. Good-natured hijinks are sure to ensue (including a high possibility of loopy groping; spontaneous Sag is a brilliant booty call).

Trademark cocktails
A travel-loving sign, Sagittarius might be intrigued by drinks like Moscow mules, Singapore slings -- perhaps even a Long Island iced tea (not a bad option, given how much Sag can put away and still stay vertical). Party monsters that they are, they're attracted to shots, like the ever-popular lemon drop. Sag rules pears, and could use a nice pear cider right about now, come to think of it.

Drinking buddies
The Bush twins, Margaret Cho, Noel Coward, Betty Ford, Lucy Liu, Brad Pitt, Keith Richards, Frank Sinatra, Anna Nicole Smith, Britney Spears



Dood! I get to drink with Brittany Spears. *love*

Rachel

God. I feel like it's been such a long day. I'll probably try to get to bed early. I don't know. I just am in a bad mood. I saw Madagascar with Kvn, which was fun. Good pizza and stuff. I just wish the Pitcher Show would refill it's freaking drinks. I realize it's annoying to do that during a film, but I get thirsty. It has to do with my Lithum and stuff. Annoying. Figured out how scarily parallel Kvn and my life is. We get yelled at for the same things, get told not to move for the same reasons, and things like that. Oh, and he needs to "Move it, move it." With the lemur robot, yeah! (You'd have to have seen the movie to understand it -it's so great.) Madagascar just rocks. There are references to Planet of the Apes, American Beauty, Star Trek and a ton of other ones that I probably didn't get. I'm probably going to look up a spoiler site on it.

My Human Reproduction teacher is an ass. Quilla and I walked in 2 minutes late from Miss Mary's Donut Shop, and he says, all exasperated, "If crap like this keeps happening again, I won't let you people have a break anymore." As if we've sinned so much against His Magisty. This guy is a total quack. So I skipped lab, because I didn't want to hear any more references to it (he kept making them during his lecture).

Please, someone, take my guinea pig. I feel so bad for him!

Over and out.

Rachel

Lots of new people on my journal. If you want to see more than what I just put on "Friends," please go here and fill out the poll. It's not going to be a lot more posts, just enough to make things interesting.

Rachel

I have a free guinea pig for anyone who wants a male, grey and white 3 week old. He's perfectly ok to be seperated from his mother, and I really need to find a home for him soon, because he's already starting to mount her (they don't pay attention to that whole genetic thing). He's quite friendly, and voice trained (my brother thought he was going to keep the piggie, but we've already got two others). His fur is soft and smooth, and he'll be getting a bath soon. Email me at lunar_cowgirl@livejournal.com for pictures (hope to get some this evening), and more information.

Oh, and I still have a wedding dress, horse tack and an engament ring for sale.

Rachel

The poetry
That comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance

I'm sick. Running a fever, nauseaous, achey. Yes, I had my flu shot. And this will be the second time I got the flu after it. I'm not amused.

I'm off to take a shower, see if I can get the sweat off of me, and get into cool clothes. God I want to stick myself in an ice box.

On another note, I'm in swoon.

Rachel

*mew*

Please reply.

Ponies.

Rachel

Spanglish was... different. I'm still not sure I like it. It sort of felt funny when I rolled it around my my mouth. (I didn't actually put the cd in there, it's just a saying that I use in odd instances.) I'm probably going to find girly movies to rent over the weekend, since my mom and brother are gone, and my step dad doesn't speak to me. I want some sort of trite falling in love scene. Not "we're in love but we're not supposed to be in love, so it can't be." Or a sponge and a starfish dressing up like Elton John and Dr. Frankenfurter. Yeah. Try to wrap your head around *that* one.

Chores are done. It's hot as hell in here, so I may go outside and read a while. I haven't played with the dog yet. She's so goofy.

*mew*

Rachel

Last night, my parents and I got Chinese food from the local China One. The guy who takes the orders constantly remembers who I am, even if I'm just the one calling in the order. Last night wasn't any different. He wanted us to eat there, which we couldn't because Ern was at home, and he gave me extra wontons in my soup, and free crab rangun (sp). So my mom wouldn't leave me alone all night, jesting about our wedding and my dowry. Heck, I could eat beef and broccoli all the time! Sound like a good deal. Mom thinks he's cute, but I think he looks a little like a bulldog.

Dreamt about snakes last night. Water moccosains. And Welitch. It was weird.

Thank you for my card, Toby. It's really cute and funny. Kinda like you. *grins*

Oh! I got the most nifty nightlight (I still get bugged out about the dark). It's a lava lamp type thing that has sparkles in it. It's really pretty.

Rachel

I'm so confused about dating. First, I read this book called "He's Just Not Into You." It claimed that I'm a wonderful person, but that 99.999% of the male population isn't into me because A) they don't call, B) they have side dishes or C) because they're just that way. So that gives me great hope. *rolls eyes* Then, I pick up a book on "hooking up." Even more hope in un libra there. It says that all I can really get from a guy these days is a couple of drinks and a good make out/3rd base/lay. Both books say not to ask guys out, and not to really date guys, because they're useless. Then I picked up Miss Manners, and learned again that I'm not supposed to ask guys out, and that I should wait to be courted.

So my hormones are currently raging. Yes, that does mean that I'm thinking of things a little down south. But it doesn't mean that I'm giving up my moral fiber because it's ok for me to sleep around. Hell, I could go to Game and find a random ex to choose from if I wanted that.

I'm getting a bulldog.

Rachel

College '02 - Flaming Hair Me in my favorite black shirt with my Vampire Red dyed hair

It's bed time. Yay. Hopefully some relief from my cramps, as well as some interesting dreams I can post about.

Rachel

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I have two other groups, religion and sex, but those are based on who I know, and how well I know them. If you think you're missing out, just comment. I'll add you if I see fit.

Weeehooo! I only have 7 credits to finish after this summer to get my AA in Liberal Arts. Which means that I totally graduate in December. And then, hopefully, off to a 4 year college (maybe even UF, if Social Security goes through). I sat down and worked out how much I've done, and how much I have left, and I'm really happy and excited. I've actually accomplished something. Yeah, it took me twice as long as most people, but I had a really rough time. Now I'm much more dedicated.

I also found my Disturbed cd while cleaning my room. How I love them! I need to get back their first cd from Kvn.

*lovelovelove*

Rachel

Edited because one of the classes is only one credit. I still have to take twelve to have insurance, but I can take whatever I want!

*whine* My paid account runs out soon. I don't want to lose my icons and emoticons. I have to convince my parents to up the membership.

Had a wonderful phone converstation today. I get calls daily now. It's quite fun. I have my therapy appointment tonight, and then I get a phone call from an actual girl. Go me. My mother will be estatic.

I feel like I'm coming up on so many life choices. School, relationships, lifestyles. I wish I had some sort of scrying ball. I already know what I've done in the past is wrong, but at the same time, I can't see into the future. I feel like if I blink, I'm going to be all grown up.

But I have my dreams back. Not the night time ones, but the ones that count. The ones that tell you where you're going. I have a few bidders on those dreams, but I'm not totally ready to promise myself into something.

Mew.

Rachel

Yay. I'm officially sick now. Stomach stuff, nose stuff, throat stuff. I was supposed to work Symphony in the Park tonight with my family, but I'm so pale that my mom says no-go. I feel absolutely miserable. And my eyes are itchy and watery. It's gross. I want to chop my head off.

I think I'm going to go curl up in bed with a book and my new sheets and escape to somewhere that doesn't make me want to die.

Rachel

P.S. - Yes, I'm being melodramatic. Get over it.

There was a horrible incident with a squirrel, my dog and me. I'm a bit retarded, and was trying to usher the little thing out to the real world, instead of our patio, and it dropped to the ground, where the dog commenced eating it. I feel horrible about it.

Part of our sprinkler system broke, so we have a nice plumber guy working on it at 10:30 at night. He's patching it tonight and coming to work on it tomorrow. Yay.

Its nice to hear from people in my polls. Even people I don't know. I find it interesting.

I'll probably go back to watching Law and Order: SVU now. Goodnight all.

Rachel

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