I'm A Little Bit Better Than God!

Why is it that the most beautiful, sunny days always tend to make me the most miserable?
Well, not always. But I remember a gorgeous autumn day being ruined by crying phone calls to the bank.
That was just a coincidence, though.

But today. Today is different.
It's a fucking Saturday. Which means the American people come out in hoards to destroy what was going to be a pleasant day. I had the idea to go to the zoo this afternoon. When I got to the parking lot, I found out that every parent of children aged 1-9 also had the same idea. I thought I'd suck it up, but then I passed by a family, and the kids were BEYOND obnoxious. And I wasn't even within the park limits yet. I just imagines that family X 200. I turned around and booked it outta there. So instead I drove around Nashville, almost got into a wreck, also ran over several people, and basically just got annoyed with everyone and everything. I just hate people. Especially in groups in places where I want to be alone.

ARGGG.
So hopefully there'll be another nice day like this sometime this week when I can go back to the zoo. They've got new leopard cubz!!
But with my luck I'll go on a day when every elementary school in the county decides to go on a GD field trip.
We'll see :\

I could at least go out and sit on the picnic table and get some homework done :\

So today started out beautifully. I think my entire news feed on Facebook was full of "omgz goin' outside in the glorious weather@!" And yes, it was beyond gorgeous. I forgot the sky could be so blue. That's what 2 weeks of rain will do to you. But anyways, I go to both my classes, which were beyond easy, and then came home, had some tomato soup, and finished my jigsaw puzzle (1000 pieces in under 24 hours, suckaz). I then had the last piece of my almond Hershey bar, and then made some fateful phone calls.

Here's the deal: When I moved to Evansville, I started a new bank account at the Old National across the street. Since I've moved back, I never use that bank account. There was supposed to be only $7.72, when out of nowhere I get a $31.15 for a damn magazine subscription with a mind of its own. I don't know if someone in the damn Brentano mailroom is scamming me or what, but I DID NOT authorize a subscription renewal. I haven't seen a damn TIME magazine in over a year and a half.
Anyway this charge sends me into the negative, and I've been charged a damn $8.00 fee for the past 32 days or so, so that I'm now at -$250.43.

Yea, let that sink in. And keep in mind, I'm still unemployed because of the jackasses that run Banana Republic.

So I call up TIME, ask them what gives, and all they give me is a refund of $28.93.
I then call the bank, tell them it was a faulty charge and they'd better cancel those fees or else.
They say it's TIME's fault, call them and make them pay for it.
Call TIME, they're only giving my $35.00.

O_O I'm hysterically crying at this point because a.) I'm being charged for something I didn't order, b.) no one will take responsibility for this out-of-nowhere charge, oh yea and c.) I've got to pay hundreds of dollars worth of fees that were in NO WAY MY FAULT.
The bank manager was actually really helpful and took away half of the fees, but I'm still paying $130 until TIME sends in their share, all the while being charged while that check takes several days to get through the damn mail. Again, I'm unemployed... I DON'T HAVE THIS KIND OF MONEY :{

Moral of the story: TIME magazine is a damn scam artist disguised as a news magazine. They charge you for shit you didn't order when you've given absolutely no sign of interest in their goddamn almanacs. WHAT THE FUCK.

So yea, this plus my obnoxiously loud-laughing roommate ruined my day. And everybody can kiss my ass, how about that?

So not a whole lot has happened.. mostly FarmVille. I'm halfway through level 20! w00t!

Um.. So it's been over three weeks since I walked into Banana Republic to see if I still had a job there. I even stopped in two more times: no phone call. HOW UNPROFESSIONAL, no? 99% sure they don't want me back. If I don't have a job there, that's fine. I'm more than okay with that. But please have the decency to call me and let me know so that I can start looking for employment somewhere else instead of having to keep my cell phone within eyeshot, waiting for the screen to light up. GROW A PAIR.
I don't want to go back there at all now y'all done pizzed me off.

Which leads me to muh next topic: had an interview yesterday with Sunglass Hut. I thought it went incredibly well... I had enough sales experience to give pageant answers to "Describe a situation when you displayed blah blah blah..." and I looked fly as hell, too. They'd be crazy not to hire me.
Allison (the manager) had interviews today and Thursday, so I should hear by Friday or Saturday.
Part of me thinks I should start looking elsewhere though, just to be safe.

Anyway, other than unemployment, my life has been filled with tons of homework that I never want to do, and a butthole of a body. They say that the mind can affect how the body works... well it doesn't do enough. God, to be able to shut off my menstrual cycle. Life would be worth living.

What else, what else? Umm.. My film professor looks like Elyse Sewell from Cycle1 of ANTM. My math professor reminds me of the brilliant Daniel Faraday. My accounting teacher thinks I'm brilliant. My statistics professor is a professional idiot. My Chinese professor thinks I'm a professional idiot. I will never be a midwife, and that thought helps me through the day.

Okay, well we're all God's children, we've all got work to do.
I have a notebook full of assignments and they aren't going to do themselves. Later taters.

How does Lady GaGa have fans? Or any real appeal?
She's not groundbreaking or original. Seriously, I could be an odd-looking tranny mess who rarely wears pants if I dedicated my life to it. Anyone can be weird.
But not everyone can be talented. Apparently she plays piano and is a natural brunette. Well let's hear that side... don't shove this bizarre leotard and teacup "avant-garde" act in my face - it's obnoxious. If you have talent, you don't need all that shiz. What are you hiding?
And I don't have a problem with costumes - I mean Elton John always was wearing something, yes? But he wasn't trying so fucking hard to put out an appearance.
and her Paparazzi video was just a bunch of slutty outfits... like where do you go after you've shown everybody your junk?
Her voice is okay, but really her music is nothing I haven't heard before. It's generic techno dance shit. "This beat is sick" Please. You're acting like pseudo-beatmaker will.i.am.

I just don't get why she's so popular when she's not doing anything new or exciting.

You want a pop star/fashion icon? Britney or Beyonce. Now they are fantastic.
You want a sick beat? Missy Elliot.

Take your tranny ass and shitty music back to the strip clubs, Lady.

1. Kal Penn
2. David Duchovny
3. Jeff Goldblum
4. Robert Downey Jr
5. Alan Rickman

I just finished The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. A nice light read, sometimes too cutesy for my taste. But it made me want to write handwritten letters. Oh and I need more friends.

NO fucking kidding it's a not a dorm. It's my own goddamn house. It should be ten times better than a dorm. And yet my shit gets stolen here all the fucking time. Three strikes you're out, Reynolds Family. Since no one is going to fess up, I'm stealing shit from all of you.

It sounds like I'm overracting - I'm not. The phrase is "no use crying over spilled milk", but they didn't say anything about going postal over stolen milk. That's my goddamn breakfast! What the hell am I supposed to do now, have some doughnuts? No, no. I don't even bother buying those anymore because they'll be gone even quicker, to where I won't even get one.

God I hate these people.

So Alex is in a hospital ER in Denver because he passed out unconscious in the Denver airport.
After a week of partying in Vegas, is it that hard to take a break and get sober enough to get on a goddamn plane?

When is he ever going to grow the fuck up? It's worrying my parents and family out of our minds.

Honestly, what is the point of drinking until you black out? How can that possibly be fun?

Alright so my ancient and corpulent grandfather is visiting us for a week, and it's only day 3 and I'm starting to lose it. He snores so freaking loud that the dishes are rattling in the cupboards. Not only does he snore, but the timing of when he's asleep is completely opposite than my sleeping schedule. He was up at 3:23 this morning. How'd I know? His snoring (which continues on even when he's awake... it's even painful to listen to him just breathe) shook me right back to consciousness. And lately I haven't been getting good, deep sleeps, so I was pissed. Then he spends FOREVER in the bathroom (he spends forever doing everything) and so not only have I been woken up but I am being kept awake against my will. Seriously, it's borderline torture.

And he's related to me, so of course has no clue "which one" I am.

I just want a quiet, empty, guest-less house. Is that too much to ask?

I really hate the idea of public blogging. Sure I've had several since middle school, but when I got about half-way through my sophomore year and I started stalking my then-crush, the wrongness of it all hit me in the face. It's a bit hypocritical, yes, that I want to look at other people's online journals and have mine in secrecy. Well, not necessarily secrecy, but I don't want anyone that I actually know reading my shiz. I've always been like that I guess, ya know with that guard up. But don't get me wrong, I'll never be one of those "shy girls" that once that webcam turns on, goes all naughty librarian...yuck. I just don't like my relatives and whatnot all up in my shit. I think it's psychological - ever since my childhood when those old cousins or whoever they were would ask every year at the family reunion in their redneck drawl "Yew got a boyfrin?" Um, is that your business? I'm pretty sure I never invited one of those people who asked me that into a conversation. Ya know, had I had the mental capacity to understand sex, a young 7-year-old me would have smart-assly retorted "yew had any good fuckin lately?" IT'S AN UNCOMFORTABLE QUESTION, ISN'T IT?
Anyway, so that's how my love for anonymity came to being. I have shit to say, I just don't want to deal with people's responses. (Or do I? I'm usually more interested in YouTube comments than the actual videos.)
But anyway, I continue to update an online blog, which to my knowledge is still secretive, because it's more secure than a physical diary, which could be discovered if I somehow die before I have a chance to burn it. Online journals require passwords, and those passwords, along with the juicy info I have set behind a "private" view is going with me to the grave, safe and sound.

I actually did keep a physical, handwritten diary from 5th to the 12th grade. Going back now and reading who I was madly in love with and what was truly important to me... that's some good (unintentional) comedic writing. I was so silly back then. Oh pre-teens! But you know what they say, time is cruel to everything, so one day I may stumble across this very article and cringe. Eh, I'm doing that already.

So today was the annual Reynolds reunion in the backwoods. Saw a bunch of people I've never met, and with the people I did know, the conversation stayed mostly around illnesses and "Now which one are you?". I never have enthusiasm for family reunions because these people know nothing about me, and apparently could care less. But it's reciprocated, so all is well I spose. Anyway, I didn't mind so much today, even though the Bear was absent. It's held at an adorable spot in the woods alongside a creek - and it was quite beautiful today actually. I even got in the creek with some of the youngins. Tried to catch some minnows for Rudy, caught a crawdad and set it free again, and screamed bloody murder when I caught sight of Lockjaw, the mythically-sized crawdad. I swear that was a long-lost lobster. So overall this reunion wasn't horrible. Boring, yes, but the weather made it bearable. It's kind of mean to say, but although I'm technically related to these people, I don't really feel as if they're family. They're not coming to my wedding or anything. It's kind of sad... I don't even really feel that close to my own sibling. Everyday I find something new that Alex and I don't agree on, or whatever I find repulsive on the radio he has to turn it up a few notches. Today I found out that he had inherited my father's knack for annoying the bajeesus out of everyone by provoking a loud little dog. How is that entertaining? I wanted to drop-kick that little beagle into the goddamn creek... ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. What can I say, I'm a cat person.

So anyway, after the reunion we drove by my grandmother's house, and she and her caretaker were outside on the front porch, so we were sort of obligated to stop by and say hello. Her Alzheimers is just awful. She had sunglasses on, but I know her eyes weren't even focusing on anything. Apparently Lee, the caretaker, said that the day before she was talking about Alex, which is sweet. That disease is just ... I don't know. Strange? Like how does it work? To me it's sort of like schizophrenia because her thoughts are coming out all jumbled, but you sort of understand what she's trying to say. It makes me wonder whether or not she's not confused in her thinking but just in the way she communicates. I don't know. It's sad though. But for 86 years old she has NO WRINKLES. Her skin is better than mine.
Anyway, I sort of strolled around the house, reliving old memories in my mind. It's a sad thing when you remember your childhood in a place that at one point was so alive and now is just wasting away. That entire area of Erin/Tennessee Ridge is almost like a ghost town. No joke, the busiest business down there is the funeral home and the florist which are right across the street from each other. Anyway, the house reminded me of my grandfather. I bet he'd still be around if he hadn't smoked. Same goes for Nana. Alex brought this up which sent my mom into a rant about smoking, and how government healthcare shouldn't cover cigarette-related problems since you knowingly brought it upon yourself. She's totally right, too. Smokers know what they're getting into. Plus they stank. Yuck

But anyway, after that Alex drove us home playing the worst music ever and almost rear-ending that car infront of us. God he's annoying. Always having to show Mom something "cool" and talking about all the shit he wants to own. Can you please quit talking for 10 fucking minutes? Jesus!

Then when we got home it was so nice out that Mom and I volley-lobbered for a couple minutes in the driveway. We're going to APSU tonight to hit some balls on an actual court. Hah, she's like "you'll need to practice so you're better than everyone else in your class". Okay, mom. I think I'm going to be the best in that class even if I played left-handed with a blindfold. But whatevs... I'm excited to go play again... it's been like 2 years :[

I had a horrible dream last night. I was with people that I went to high school with, but I wasn't friends with all of them. And at first we were on a cruise ship and a lot of us were out on the front and we see that we're coming close to a shore and a huge concrete wall. Then the freaking boat SPEEDS UP towards this wall and someone says "I think we're gonna go up in flames" but then it finally slows down and this giant ass boat turns on a goddamn dime and had this happened in real life there would have been a hole scratched up and down the sides of this things. But yea we made it out unscathed. And then suddenly I'm climbing up this jetty(? i don't really know the word i'm looking for) but it was like this natural rocky staircase I guess and it looks out over the water.. and we're rolling our cars off of them. wtf? so I'm almost at the peak of this thing - there were people infront of me at the actual peak. and this rock staircase somehow gets way narrow and all I have to hold on to is a loop-shaped rock on the wall-side of the stair case, and then a place to put one foot on the path and the other on a little foothole rock that's sticking out over the water. Someone actually jumps in the water - and in reality they would have died - and this teacher who was leading us up in the first place, who was like a mix of Mrs. Kalmbach and Mrs. Mittura just sort of shrugged. And so anyway I'm trying to get back to the shore when I see a whole group of people hiking up towards me on this son of a bitch. ??! Luckily they didn't come all the way up because there is no way I could have stayed on that thing and let about 30 people pass me. So anyway, I get my footing right and start heading back down, and some people are still trying to climb up, so I just push past them on the inner side near the wall and finally get back down. But then I'm under a bed about to go to sleep, when I hear someone telling me to move as little as possible or else it would get me. Well I'm only human, I can't be completely immobile. So I go to turn on my side, but then realize my face is exposed to the room, and so I roll back over and snuggle up with whoever that was beside me (woke up to be actually snuggling with a pillow) and then in my head i hear "you remember The Ultimatum" and all these other movie titles with the tone of "here's what's next" and then I feel 3 long finger things tap my shoulder and I'm like "OH HELL NO. play dead, Rach" ... it was the Mechanical Hound! So I play dead while my brain battles it out in inner conflict: should I scream and fail about like a maniac? or.... then I wake up.

That tapping of the shoulder was SO REAL. I swear I felt it. Oh it was probably just Sock Monkey :3

I'm going to come back and read this entry later and be alll WTF? Who cares.. but yea. That Mechanical Hound really freaked me out so I had to write it down.
In other news: ITS BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE so that is where I'll be all day.

Did I really just see that? Sacha Baron Cohen's buttcheeks in Eminem's face? Am I admitting to watching MTV? Well it was only to support my boy Andy Samberg and hopefully catch a glimpse of Kiv and Jorm. And man am I glad I tuned in. Bruno and Eminem ... what the fuck? Hilarious. I mean I'd be humiliated and pissed if it happened to me. But it didn't happen to me, so it's hilarious. Ya know what's not hilarious? Twilight fans.

Oh but anyway. Rachel's life has been a bore the past few weeks. I sleep like 12 hours a day. Go to bed after 2:30, wake up at 11:30, and then have a 1-2 hour nap sometime in the late afternoon/evening. Oh well. Soon i'll be up and about at 7 for skewl.

Rae'z going to clean her room YALL!

This is my first entry from my beautiful new MacBook. Not only is it stunning, but it's quick as hell and the pre-loaded software is amazing. I've already learned how to edit and add sound effects and whatnot. So far that $1861 has been worth it. Yes, that's like pretty much half of my life savings, but I spend half of my waking moments on a computer and so I think it should be high-quality.

It's funny. Just yesterday when my piece of shit Acer laptop died on me I spent most of my day reading Anna Karenina. And in the book, they're obviously from another time period where there is no technology. I was so inspired by that lifestyle that I took to me physical diary and chicken-scratched something down about how I hate how dependent we've become on computers and technology and that human relationships have suffered because of it. The next day I splurge on $2000 laptop and shut myself in a room all day. I am a monster.

But yea, this machine is beautiful. I'm going to spend all summer making goofy little short films. I feel like I'm a little too old for that, but oh well.

The past week has been so goddamn dreary. I need to go out by the pool ASAP yallz.
ASAP looks like APSU.... where I go back to school in about a week and a half.
EH. At least I'll be forced to wake up before 8:00. I hate sleeping in till past 11:00, and yet I do it everyday anyway.

Your girl Rae is sick with the travel bug yet again, folks.
I need to go to Hong Kong. NEED!! Strangers' blogs and pictures do not suffice!

I've enjoyed the past week at home. My first week of summer break was breathtakingly beautiful. Warm, sunny weather and good books out by the pool. I finally finished The Fountainhead, and then read Fahrenheit 451. Then yesterday I watched The Reader. And I must say I loved them all. I'm currently starting on Anna Karenina. According to my mom, that book is a load of shit. According to the back cover it's considered "by some" to be the greatest novel of all time. I'm going to give it the benefit of the doubt. I mean it was on just about every "Best Novels of All-Time" list that came up on the Google search. That, and I'm starting to question my mother's taste. Her favorite color is "warm gold" and she didn't laugh at all when we saw Avenue Q.

What else can I mention in my life that needs to be italicized? LOZL

I need a digital camera.

But first I'll need a job... or just cash money if anyone's willing to help ya girl out.

I didn't realize how often I don't update this son of a bitch. All right, Sparky, here's the deal:

SCHOOLZ OUT. At least for a few weeks until summa school starts at APSU. I have tennis at 8 o'clock in the goddamn morning, and then macroeconomics directly after that. FUNSZ. That's everyday for like a month, and then in July I start the second half of the summer session with ~BIZNATCH LAW~. What a summer.
I'll tell you what though, it doesn't feel like summer at all. I went outside for 5 minutes today and fucking froze. WTF? The pool has been open and taunting me for a while now, but it's really too cloudy and sticky do be outside for anything.

And what the hell? Anna Maria is over visiting, which is fine and lovely, but that means that everyone in the whole damn town will be over at my house at obscene hours laughing and screaming right beneath my window. NOT COOL. and Dear readers, I believe I've thoroughly shared my feelings on sharing bathrooms, eh? I need my own fucking house.

UMMMZMM Yea I actually have nothing else worth writing about.
I have another book list that will never be completed.
and I want to see every freaking movie that's out in theaters right now. Well.. Angels and Demons and Star Trek anyway. And maybe later Land of the Lost (JORMA!) and The Hangover (ANDY/ED HELMS!)

I think I'm at that point again where I find everything around me absolutely infuriating and I just want to run off across the globe again.

SOOOoo I usually only update this son of a bitch when I'm pissed off at my suitemates. Now it's just Amanda. I don't hate her, just the fact that she's in this room freaking 24/7. And I'm in the room a lot too, but Jesus, I leave! She has like no classes this semester or something and so she sits on the floor and watches TV (either on the TV or on her computer) and giggles to herself all day. It is beyond annoying to have way more classes plus a real job, and come home to someone in your room at the same time. Living in the same small room with another person like this is simply insane. WE LIVE IN A FUCKING ROOM. God, I miss having a house. Fortunately school is out in 2 weeks or so and I am forever done with fucking TK. Although a house full of people isn't exactly fun in my book, since I'll again be working and taking a shitload of classes. Eh, oh well. At least I won't have to wade or sit in other people's shit anymore. YUCK.

Speaking of living sitcheeatshunz, next year I get my own room and a kicthen with a real sink, oven, fridge, and dining table. We even get a NOOK! Hellz yea. And of course my own bedroom. Still sharing a bathroom, but it'll probably be with the bear, and i've lived with that for years... and have a feeling we're going to share a bathroom for the rest of our lives. I don't know any other world. I guess I should quit complaining, though. 'Snot like I'm on a train to Auschwitz.

So like I said, schoolz almost out. My classes are finally winding down. Kind of sad, yet kind of relieved. Aside from housing, I really like it here at Belmont. The campus was particularly beautiful today - like the first day I ever visited. Awz. Except I don't like that in every class besides Speech, I have to give a group oral presentation of some kind. In Religion, I have to spend 20 minutes on the book of 2 Peter. I feel bad for the other two guys in my group, because I'm virtually worthless in that class because I've just never read or dealt with this shiz bafoe. Not only that, but according to the peer reviews I got back today, your Girl Rae is a shitty public speaker. How did I go down this road? I was voted best in the class for the hometown speech! Wuteva. Chinese and French both require that I do a group dialogue of some sort. Which is going to be fantastic because I have just so many friends in French. That's going to be humiliating, really. Oh wellz. I'm still debating what to do about my required advanced-level foreign language. Stick it out with French for one more year? Or do two more in Chinese? Your girl Rae needs to make a decision matrix for this one LOL! And psychology is going good, too. It's crazy (LOLZ) how attractive and repulsive I find that man. Eh, I don't know. Fun class either way, though.

Anyway, moving away from school... I faked a personal drama to get out of work this afternoon. And I feel fucking horrible about it. But hey I got to spend some time outside with old tennis friends plus I took a 3 hr nap. What are they going to do fire me? I'm only going to be here for two weeks so go ahead, ya know?
I'm going to transfer to the Gap at Governor's Square. Working right across the way from GameStop where Alex works. We're going to make funny faces at each other from the store windows, I know it. But that Gap is a freaking mess. Actually all of Governor's square is pretty much in the shits, but this is coming from a girl whose first job was in the palacial shopping mall of the insanely rich and priveleged: the Mall at Green Hills. I can't wait to work at a place where you're routinely warned about gang initiation shootings and just fucking middle-school mall kids. And Belmont to APSU. Downgrade. But hey: Thrailkill Hall to a minimansion with a pool and garden. UPGRADE. HELLZ YEAZ, SUCKAZ.

Okay well now I really need to work on some shiz for school. later.

I had an awful day at work this morning. First of all, I closed last night so I didn't go to sleep until midnight. Then I had to wake up at 5, go to work, and practically do construction. Come on, THAT'S A MAN'S JOB! The four girls doing all this shelving are all barely over 5 feet and at the most weigh 125 lbs. Not only that, but I am one unpleasant biznatch in the morning. I'm pretty unpleasant anyway, but today was bad.

Oh but anyway. I should be

"We are complicated things, and the world is a fucking complicated place. I suprised I don't have a bloody nose from just thinking about it. The world is full of people, yeah. All kinds of fucking people, yeah. We go together like legs and feet. Burn your house, it's okay to go crazy."

"Shit matters. Even if we can't figure it out, even if we are ruled by devils, even if my days don't mean anything. I just hope I die while hugging, and not while in a wine-drinking contest."

Okay so those are just some funny and surprisingly insightful quotes by the brilliant Brad Neely. And I have schoolwork now, so I spose I'm done updatin' yallz.

God. Roommate and suitmates never give me a moment's goddamn peace. I hate having the unpredictability of when that door is going to come flying open. and I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME. Also 4 hour phone conversations. What the hell? Get some self-awareness and leave the fucking room. I have about 5 books sprawled open across my lap, desk, bed, and floor I'M CLEARLY TRYING TO GET SOME FUCKING WORK DONE so shut. the. fuck. up already. And maybe I'm old fashioned - but who the fuck calls at 10 and won't hang up until 1:30 A fucking M?

Ah, well, at least I'm being productive. Fortunately I seem to be on top of things, even after missing a week's worth of French. Religion class is a bit ridiculous. I have a paper of some sort due for the next four days of class. Should be okay though, I mean the interrogative paper gets easier as I've come to discover. Same for the journal entries... although I still dread the day when my name will be called. The big 6-8 page paper is due a week from today, and actually once I decided on my topic and really figured out where I was going, i've got it pretty much figured out. Hopefully, anyways. I'm crapping myself just thinking about the grade I'll get if I do the paper wrong. As I mentioned earlier when I saw her grading the test question with a -14... yea I missed it, too. Still had the best grade in the class, though. A triumphant 68, if you can believe it. (Oh, and that's suprisingly not failing... it's a staggering D+. Score one for your girl Rae.) But yea, everyone else failed. I think that's a sign that something is wrong with the teacher.

Anyway, outside of religion class my big project is the PSYCH presentation. I took on the task of putting together the powerpoint (which I whipped up in an impressive 10 minutes). And now that I've set the format, I really just want to go ahead and do the whole presentation myself... especially when one group member likes to boast about how he can BS his way through anything, and the other one laid in the floor when we were discussing who was going to do what. Not everyone gets free admission into college, so we actually do care about school and want to work at it. Assholes. I hated that group and our experiment. (which went traically wrong, BTW. I won't elaborate, but we screwed everything up. everything.)

*sigh* but Speech is going suprisingly well. I gave my hometown speech and I KNOCKED IT OUT-AH! Turns out the only things you need to give a good speech are a good powerpoint with HD pictures and just be familiar with what you're saying. and confidence. walk in like you own the place... like the pool when we first try to get in a day after it's been opened and is too fucking cold to swim.
i think i'm going to do another 'hometownn' style speech, but it'll be about Hangzhou, China, so maybe it'll be a little more interesting than Clarksville? I think it'll be a good topic. Whatevz.

Chinese is going well, too. Today was absolutely hilarious. We were learning about the different types of Chinese smiles and laughs - demonstrated ever so comically by our laoshi. That "little smile" face will be in my memory FOREVER. Oh man. And then the smirk and evil laugh faces sent us into hysterics... that guy is so funny. Denise, Christie, Helen, and I were all in tears. X]

And French. eh. I'm going to quit after this semester. YAYz

and that's about it for your girl Rae. Kind of boring with all the school stuff, but that's been my life this past week. That and Lonely Island videos.
No work 'cept on weekends.. that was nice.
And now I'm off ta shleep.

Quoted from that hilarious blonde guy in my speech class.

So it's time for Rachie's rage. Not really rage, just spilling my heart out s'all. I'm really not satisfied with my life right now. I'm stressing out of control about school, specially New Testament, which I am DETESTING. That woman. ughz. Anyway, I'm not in a bad mood right now, so I'll stop acting like I am.

Uhmnm... Slumdog Millionaire won the Best Picture Oscar last night. Hah, it was the only movie I even saw. I've been compiling a movie list in my head, debating whether or not to just sign up for NetFlix. I'm just scared that the movie envelopes won't fit in the little dorm room mailboxes. It's a terrifying thought.

But yea. I'd rather watch movies and read all day than go to class. I've missed 3 French classes in a row (I was sick, though, so I do have a real excuse) and I drag myself to the other ones. At least I'm done in Speech for a while. My speech blew the class away bee tee dubz. Although I apparently suck my teeth. ? . But hey I got a 23/25 and I didn't cry infront of a bunch of people so I'm happy.

I want to move to NYC. Although I really fucking hate the cold. I'm so done with wearing boots and coats. ENOUGH ALREADY. Love tha spring time :]
And I can't wait for my spring break. I don't want to work at all during it. Hell, they probably won't even schedule me for more than 5 or 10 hrs again. Carol wants to fire me, I can tell. Go ahead, ya know?
I hate retail so much. Now that they took all my good discounts. >:|