Currently listening to:
�You're A God� by Vertical Horizon
I've got to be honest
I think you know
We're covered in lies and that's OK
There's something beyond this I know
But I hope I can find the words to say
Never again no
No never again
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I have dial-up connection (yes, I�m still living in the dinosaur age) through George Mason University, and I swear all 20,000+ students must be online right now because MY CONNECTION IS FRICKIN� SLOW!!
But other than that minor detail, it�s happy, sweet, cheery Rachel again. Gosh�these mood swings are a killer. I wish men could have a better understanding of what us women have to go through each month. But I won�t go into the gory or graphic details. Women�you understand. Men�just imagine the most horrifying pain possible (someone using your back and stomach as a punching bag and pounding your head at the same time) and multiply it by 60 (5 days a week, 12 times a year) x 10 million (the pain we�ll eventually have to suffer bearing children) + add the key ingredient of an unsuspecting emotional time bomb. Then you might get an inkling of an idea what it's like.
Moving on to brighter topics . . . I just got back from rollerblading with my sister. I rollerbladed, she rode her bike. I just recently bought some safety gear (i.e. wrist and knee guard). As I was strapping on the gear, my sister looked at me and asked, �Where�s your helmet?�
�I didn�t get one.�
�Why not? You too cool for a helmet?�
I took one look at her in her helmet and said, �Yup.�
With how accident prone I am, I should be the first to wear a helmet when rollerblading. My heart skips a beat if a moving vehicle comes near me, but otherwise, I�m pretty reckless. So children, do not try this at home. WEAR YOUR HELMETS, regardless of how retarded you look, ok? Good. Seriously though, my sister�s the smart, responsible one. I�m the one who spent 2 months in a wheelchair and 4 months on crutches after skiing into a pole. So it would be wise and highly recommended that you NOT follow in my footsteps.
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So my sister and I are strolling around the neighborhood and end up at the local park. She wants to go on this hidden trail inside the park, and I�m looking at her like she�s crazy.
�Now how in the world do you expect me to rollerblade on that rocky path? I�ll trip and fall flat on my face.�
Her smart-ass response: �Well, at least you�ll put your safety gear into use.�
I love my siblings. Really, I do. But I appreciate them more when they're not trying to cause me great bodily harm or trying to kill me, for that matter. But I'm happy to report I made it back in one piece, although if my connection doesn't speed up sometime soon, I don't know if I'll be able to say the same for my computer here. Argh. *Remember happy, smiley Rachel*
Happy, happy. Joy, joy.
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Oh and p.s.: Hello to Lillian! Her page rocks. What is it about these darn Bostonians that I adore so much?
P.P.S. If you haven't seen it already, here's the newest ii stix article. Isn't the illustration great? Captures me to a tee--even down to the bangs. Great job, Stuart! Say hi to Stuart. S2, let me know when you figure out what the trade will be for our next project. =)
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