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The hows and the whys Rachel is psycho [06 Dec 2004|04:14pm]
Schizotypal:Very High
Borderline:Very High
Avoidant:Very High
Dependent:Very High

-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

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And now we're even [04 Dec 2004|11:10pm]
This entry is to both 1) pay my entry debt to Alex, and 2) tell him that I'm sorry he called me and I couldn't call him back to spend three hours on the phone with him and never actually say anything.

<3333 I love you Alex!
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Updates I now owe Alex: One [04 Dec 2004|11:07pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]
[ music | (The?) Postal Service - Sleeping In ]

OH! And Alex should check out a few of my bands, because he made me check out his.

Here is a short list:
Last Days of April
David Singer and the Sweet Science
Bright Eyes
The Postal Service
Desert City Soundtrack
Kidd Kilowatt

aaaand...I can't stop playing this one song by The Postal Service. And I don't actually know whether it's The Postal service or just plain old Postal Serviuce...
Hmm... Ponder.

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Updates I now owe Alex: Two [04 Dec 2004|11:05pm]
No smoking around catfood. Thankyou for your co-operation.


From Go-Quiz.com

This reminds me of that cool no smoking sign my sister and I stole from Holday Inn. I'd do that other quiz Alex had on his blurty, but he stole that from ME so I feel no desire to do it again just to get the "INDIE" answer for a second time.
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So I says to the guy, I says, that's no pincushion, that's my wife! [03 Dec 2004|08:05pm]
[ mood | blah ]
[ music | My throat hurts. Keane makes it better.. ]

Wow! I didn't know it was possible to so thoroughly neglect something as I have this journal. Oh well, now I know better, and from this day forward I vow to update this as least as often as Alex updates his. Even though LiveJournal is slightly better.

Anyway, I've joined the TVHS MySpace whore club as of late. I'm such a follower. Baa.

OH, and I DO believe in an entry from a thousand years ago (before the RED SOX WON THE WORLD SERIES) I mentioned that my father had been wistfully talking about Disneyland. Well, he gave in to temptation. And we're going now. For Christmas no less. There aren't words to describe how fucking excited I am.
(Well, I'm sure there are, I'm just too lazy to go fetch the thesaurus.)
But for New Years I want to do something extreme. There's this concert at SOMA that Josh Kelley ["Alex needs Rachel to update this journal as often or more often than Alex updates his. Go to notproud.com. Woohoo! Love, Alex." alex told me to interrupt my sentence with that, so...to continue exactly where I left off...] told me about. Atreyu and company will be there. I need to surround myself with beautiful people at midnight so I can happily participate in the little kissy kissy tradition when that time comes. I'm also going to drag Alex with me. And life will be good.

Anyway, I still need a real boyfriend. Preferably a nice, hunky one. At least someone to make out with. But that's just the ho talking. I also want to play Scrabble. and I made the solemn vow to wear at least one Christmas accessory a day the entire month of December, until, you know, December 26th. And Rick Reynolds is bald philosophical love.

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And a ponytail hanging down [12 Nov 2004|10:12am]
[ mood | hungry ]
[ music | Chantilly lace and a purdy face ]

I'm in French class right now - yay! How fun, we're looking for French recipes for the fete next Friday.
Mmm... J'adore des gateaux...

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Alex, fill it out! [25 Oct 2004|07:58pm]
[ mood | loved ]

1. My name(FULL name):
2. Where did we meet?:
3. Have I ever done drugs?:
4. How long have you known me?:
5. How well do you know me?:
6. Do I smoke?:
7. Do you think I'm ugly, below average, average,
above average, beautiful, hot, gorgeous?
8. Whats your name?
9. My age?:
10. My birthday?:
11. Hair color?:
12. Eye color?:
13. Am I tall or short or average?:
14. Do I have any siblings?If so how many:
15. Have you ever had a crush on me?:
16. Have you ever been jealous of me?:


17. Who am I in love with?If no one say no:
18. What is one of my favorite things to do?:
19. Do you remember one of the first things I said to you?:
20. What's your funniest memory of me?:
21. What's my favorite type of music?:
22. What is my best feature?:
23. What is my worst feature?:
24. Do you look up or down on me... as a person?:
25. Do I wear contacts?:
26. Am I a leader or a follower?:
27. Am I shy or outgoing?:
28. Can you picture me dancing?:
29. Can you picture me rollin'?:
30. Would you say I am funny?:
31. Am I a rebel or do I follow all the rules?
32. Do I have any special talents?:
33. What's my best accomplishment?:
34. Would you consider me a friend?:
35. Would you call me preppy, slutty, a homey, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam,
nerdy, snobby, or something else?:
36. Have you ever seen me cry? Or heard me say I was crying?:
37. If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be?:
38. What is your favorite thing to do with me?:
39. Do I drink alcohol?:
40. Am I addicted to drugs?:
41. Have I ever been there for you?:
42. Am I fun to be with?:
43. Am I smart?:
45. Do you you have undying love for me?:
46. Name one way I have changed your life or made an impact in it:
47. Would you kiss me?
48. Would you go out with me if I asked you?

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Neurotic to the bone [19 Oct 2004|04:34pm]
[ mood | distressed ]
[ music | Green Day - Basket Case ]

You know, sometimes when I say that I'm sick, I'm just whining. Like, maybe I'm just not feeling 100%. But today, I swear to God, I am actually sick. I don't know what's wrong. This is strange and foreign to me... as I'm never usually sick until, say, mid-November, or Thanksgiving break or something like that. But as we're studying health in French and flu vaccines are nowhere to be found, my immune system decides to strike. "You know what, Rachel? You're just not taking care fo yourself and we're tired of the extra hours and no pay! You stop with the Diet Pepsi and the self-destruction, or we'll never build antibodies again!"

Yikes. It's the fever talking, I swear. 39 degrees. J'ai la grippe ou quelque chose comme ca, mon dieu. Je ne me sens pas bien.

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How does it feel to be perfect in everything you do? [17 Oct 2004|05:19pm]
[ mood | lethargic ]
[ music | Sounds Like Violence - Perfect. ]

Sigh. I'm still sick.

But this is the best weather we've had in a few hundred years.
I woke up this morning at six o'clock, and I was going to personally stangle whatever woke me up that early. Until I realized that the RAIN is what woke me up. Hallelujah. Praise the Lord. I woke Julia up for the sole purpose of informing her of the lovely precipitation, opened the window so I could hear the rain better, and went back to bed.
My father's gone again, in Houston, for business. But this Thursday, I think it was, he's staying overnight onboard a naval vessel as a distinguished guest, and he'll catapault off the deck the morning after. He's so excited. My father loves those simple pleasures. Especially Disneyland. You should hear my father. He loves Disneyland more than most small children - he call the trips we take "Disney fixes" and has recently been saying, "I feel a Disney fix coming on."
I feel sort of bad - for my graduation present this summer, I asked to take a long trip to Disneyland for my eighteenth birthday in August, and because I asked for that, and because of the INSANE amount of money it actually costs us to visit, we can't go this New Year's Eve like we've been doing.
Guilt, guilt.

But yes, I'm mixing CDs on the computer right now. It's quite fun.
Jeez, my boobs sort of feel weird. I wore a flannel shirt to bed last night and I'm still wearing it, having felt no urge to put on a bra this morning. This reminds me of the time in April I totally forgot to wear one to school. That was awkward.
But I feel so liberated.
Burn your bras with me, sisters!

Uh...huh. Yeah, this is the part of the entry where I have to admit I'm just blathering on.
Heh... ta-ta for now.

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Murder, Incest, and Cat Food Sandwiches [16 Oct 2004|10:13pm]
[ mood | sick ]
[ music | Natalie Merchant - The Letter. ]

Yay, another journal for me to neglect!

My username is "catfood." Isn't it remarkably simple? Yes, it is... No way to forget this name.
I would have been "grapejellyballs" if SOMEONE hadn't beaten me to it... But it was Alex's idea first, so...


Anyway, in other news I've managed to fall ill AGAIN. It was freezing this morning at practice, and I didn't feel warm again until after I came home, took a two hour nap and drank a few gallons of chicken soup. Then I was sick to my stomach. Whoo-hoo!

But all is well. NyQuil should heal aaaaall wounds.

So, Auralgasms radio rocks my socks off. The end.

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