Water Polo games

Yeah so feel free to IGNORE the post below. I was kinda tired and annoyed, and had to get up pretty early (I think, can't really remember) the next day.

Anyhoo, today I woke up at SIX FUCKING FORTY FIVE to leave for Kelso/Longview for a game.

Summery: Fucking crapiest refs EVER. I would draw foul after foul after foul and STILL they wouldn't call it. *twitches* I got hit in the face with the ball and punched multiple times. Still, even though we were playing their VARSITY and we're jv, we still won. :)

Fuck life

fuck life, sleep, life, water polo, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep and sleep. In fact, everything but Harry Potter and writing. Especially sleep. If my fucking body ain't falling asleep in 2+ hours after 80 mg of benedryl (or something like that) and 6mg of meletonin then it fucking doesnt want to sleep so I fucking won't fucking sleep so it will be fucking happy.

fuck the world and fuck sleep and fuck chronic insomnia and sleep-induced panic attacks and anything else having to do with my fucking messed up body.

Pictures and Emos.

(Author's note: After taking almost two hours to write this fucking thing and fix all the pics, the author would like to note that it is now PG13 for some certain swear words. Sorry)

LOOK PICTURES!!!

This is my puppy, bella. Named, obviously, for Bellatrix Lestrange. I wanted a boy, so I could name him Sirius (*sobs*) or Albus (I mean she's white enough) but my Mom refused... So she's named after a death eater....ooops....

So this is my friend Molly and I. It's our fucked up emo pic. :)(If you are above 25 or living in a hole, definitions are below...)



And this is my best best best best best best friend Ana with her cousin Vanessa.

Ana is wearing the pink shirt, vanessa the one with her lip all messed up. They're both French. :)

And speaking of foreingers--our International Students arrived today, for a week! We don't have room for any in my house, but Vanessa and Ana asked for "Two hot French guys above age 16" Haha. They got two Swis and German girls. :) Kevin got two mongolians, Nicole a girl from the Netherlands (Nethades?) and Sophie I think got another German...?

Yeah.

(Note: This is where all my definitions about Emo/Scene/Depressed Scene/Indie come in. I think you should read it...but it's kinda long...)

So anyways, this is MY definition of emo and scene:

Emo: (ee-MOE) Noun. A person who follows the crowd. Emo teens, more commenly called "Emos" are teenagers who have noticed that they will attract attention if acting depressed. Emos either pretend or actually cut themselves, but not before popping an advil to numb the pain. The common misconception that Emos dress in all black is wrong: Emo clothing sometimes crosses into Indie*. Skinning jeans, too small band shirts, black died and chemically straight hair, beads, scarves and clunky shoes fall into this category.

Depressed Scene: (DEE-preh-ss-ehd see-n) Noun. If someone dresses "emo" but is actually depressed, then they are no longer emo, because emos are only kiddies PRETENDING to be depressed. Now they are a depressed scene kiddie who needs help fast. Below is the definition of scene.

Scene: (see-n) Noun. A person who dresses in the emo style but doesn't give the world all this crap about being depressed. Most "emos" you see on the streets are scene. You don't "dress emo" you dress scene. Those kids screaming at that concert? Scene. (Note: the picture below is an indie kid but this fucking program won't fucking let me move the fucking pic to the indie definition so you will all have to use your imaginations.)


After five times, HERE IS A FUCKING PIC OF SOME SCENE KIDS. this was labeled emo but we all know that's wrong.

Indie: (In-dee) Noun. I wouldn't turn to me for an indie definition, because I can't stand them. They listen to gay man music and are often mistaken for "Underdressed emos (sic: should be scene)". Talk to my brother, the OFFICIAL INDIE OF INDIE-NESS rather than me if you'd like a "nicer" example.

It's another misconception of people to think that scene kids are skinny. Depressed scenes are thin because depression makes it so you don't want to eat. (Trust me...) Emo kiddies are thin because they want to look depressed. But scene kids, since they only DRESS emo, don't act it, are a perfectly normal size.

For some strange and odd reason I am sometimes seen as "emo" (excuse me...SCENE). This I never understand, because the only thing I guess I could say was that I write all over my clothes (and arms and legs and bags and....), wear converse/vans and wear skirts over my jeans. But I'm still called emo, I guess by people who've never seen an emo/scene/depressed scene.

So to sum this all up: Kid walking around in tight jeans: Normal. Kid walking around with dark hair and glasses and converse and tight jeans/shirt: Scene. The kid crying in the counselors office/on antidepressents: Depressed Scene. And that kid showing off her razor blade scars? Emo.

I know I've prolly made some peeps angry about my definitions (especailly Indie) but too bad. :) and I know this is long, too.

PS: 119 days!!!

PPS: my fucking comp is retarded and bill gates will go to hell along with whoever created a picture upload as fucked as this one.

Panic Attacts and Death (120 DAYS!!!)

So today Mr. Davenport, my Chinese teacher (note: Go to MIHS? Or are going to? DO NOT TAKE CHINESE.) hit a kid with a ruler. Not really hard, because he only complained, and I didn't see it happen as I was ingrosed in my book, but I just thought, "Great going, D-poe! First sexual harrassment, then abuse! Hey, teach us Chinese swear words, that'd work!"

Seriously, this man is obsessed with sex and anything related to it--and he's 50 years old! The other day he told a tennis player she looked good in her shorts. Women's Tennis Players at MIHS must follow the following rules:

1. Be as bitchy as possible
2. Only eat when doctor tells you
3. Weigh under 120 pounds
4. ONLY wear desinger skirts and tops and sunglasses, making sure the skirts could almost be counted as a swim suit.

And whenever we watch a movie in class, DPO always says "And this has some sex seens". You know what--he could show us porn movie by now, the ratings just keep escalating.

Anyhow, then during water polo I had a panic attack, which I atribuated to my lack of food today (some cereal), and the fact that we were playing with the varsity players, and they HATE me. The last time I played with them a girl (who we will refer to as HM) pushed me under and slammed my head into a wall. I even blacked out for a second. Yeah, so much for the Athletic Code. Or Humanitarian Code, for that matter.

So this weekend (Sunday) my friend and I are going to see if we can survive one day--24 hours--on cereal. She's choosing between Lucky Charms or Life Chocolate Cereal, and I'm still stuck between Life Chocolate Cereal or Trix. (Both are vegan! yay!) I'm leaning towards to Life Coco, but as I want to loose ten pounds and Life has 210 cals per 1 cup, I don't know how that would help. :)

(And yes I do need to lose about ten pounds--I weigh about 125-130 and am five feet tall)

In other news my favorite teacher is back, and not only back but with a new grandson! Unfortinatly, her grandson was born while another teacher is in the hospital.

This is a really sad story: a teacher at my school (I'll call her TS) was pregnant. She was shorter than me and only weighed about 90 pounds. There was some complications with the birth, but a lovely new born came to life. However, about a day later she was admitted to the hospital with a stroke. This was a month ago. Now she is still lying there, coma'd, eyes wide open. She's worse off than the Shipraho (sp) girl a few years ago. And TS leaves behind a six year old daughter.

Dear God,
Shema yisrael adonai elohanu adonai echad. Dear God, please let Ms. TS live. If you cannot, stretch such a goal, please keep her daughter and newborn son and husband (Jewish! Yes, I know she's Catholic, but they are raising their children Jewish) safe and relativly happy and depression free.

Thank you,
Rachel


120 DAYS TILL THE END OF THE WORLD!

122 DAYS!!!

count: 122 days till DH
114 days too OOPT movie
63 days of school (school days only, not spring break and weekends) till summer
13 school days, 18 real days, till I go to LONG BEACH WA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (my fav spot in the world)

so anyways today I was just so smart and forgot my login name. Lovely. And wit this new google thingy it took about 1/2an hour to get it back. :(

HARRY POTTER UPDATE: US version: 784 pages of potheadness!!!!!!!!!!!!

So what have I been doing this past *checks date* seven days. SEVEN DAYS? Wow.

1. found the coolest evanescence song: Breath no More
2. looked for contests to publish this* (will be at bottom)
3. attempted to work on novel
4. ate
5. myspaced

yup. that was the week. tada!

and here's what I'm trying to publish:

sorry! I had this posted for about a day when I remembered it wasn't copywrited! So I can't post it...

So I'm hella bored and...oh yeah... 129 DAYS!!!!!!!!!

First things first:

129 days till Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows!

anyways, about me. Some random facts:

Height: Short. Five inches taller than the hobbit Took, who was able to ride a horse, not a pony!

Grade: 9 (ha I almost wrote 10)

Last thing I ate: Coco puffs

Listening To: Salty Eyes--The Matches

Last concert I went to: Last night. The Matches and I Am Ghost. Well, other bands too but they were crap. (sorry indie lovers, but I can't STAND your music. My brothers in the other room, talk to him about it!)

Favorite website not including myspace: mugglenet

most pressing homework: career proj, due thurs.

stupidest thing done today: skipping math

yeah, I hate to say it but I'm a almost semi chronic skipper, which means about one class a month, and with a note (forged or not, at least I have it.) I mean, it's not like I don't stay up with my classes...I have A's and B's in the hardest school in Washington!

I go to MIHS. Don't ask me what that means, because then you live to far away for me to tell you. :)

Anyhoo, this blog is to distract me from looking at one of the three things:

My 1000 $$ check I have tacked to my wall when I graduate high school drug free. (looking at it reminds me that I am NOT yet 18...)
staring at my calander (129 days to HBP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
calling a certain boy

yeah. I'll stop now before I bore ya...