tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61282971907285127912024-03-08T14:31:55.251-08:00a day in the life...a combination of thoughts and seemingly interesting events... scrap that, what ever I feel like writing about.rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-54477969150159992222010-04-03T22:27:00.001-07:002010-04-03T22:27:20.380-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">This is how it works<br />It feels a little worse<br />Than when we drove our hearse<br />Right through that screaming crowd<br />While laughing up a storm<br />Until we were just bone<br />Until it got so warm<br />That none of us could sleep<br />And all the styrofoam<br />Began to melt away<br />We tried to find some worms<br />To aid in the decay<br />But none of them were home<br />Inside their catacomb<br />A million ancient bees<br />Began to sting our knees<br />While we were on our knees<br />Praying that disease<br />Would leave the ones we love<br />And never come again<br /><br />On the radio<br />We heard November Rain<br />That solo's really long<br />But it's a pretty song<br />We listened to it twice<br />'Cause the DJ was asleep<br /><br />This is how it works<br />You're young until you're not<br />You love until you don't<br />You try until you can't<br />You laugh until you cry<br />You cry until you laugh<br />And everyone must breathe<br />Until their dying breath<br /><br />No, this is how it works<br />You peer inside yourself<br />You take the things you like<br />And try to love the things you took<br />And then you take that love you made<br />And stick it into some<br />Someone else's heart<br />Pumping someone else's blood<br />And walking arm in arm<br />You hope it don't get harmed<br />But even if it does<br />You'll just do it all again<br /><br />And on the radio<br />You hear November Rain<br />That solo's awful long<br />But it's a good refrain<br />You listen to it twice<br />'Cause the DJ is asleep<br />On the radio<br />(oh oh oh)<br />On the radio<br />On the radio - uh oh<br />On the radio - uh oh<br />On the radio - uh oh<br />On the radio </span>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-33865646972952716352010-03-26T02:39:00.000-07:002010-03-26T02:41:50.876-07:00<div><br /></div><div>i hear in my mind</div><div>all these voices</div><div>i hear in my mind </div><div>all these words</div><div>i hear in my mind </div><div>all this music</div><div>and it breaks my heart</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-38788676836988624222010-03-20T20:52:00.000-07:002010-03-20T20:57:04.923-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://quakeragitator.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://quakeragitator.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>We don't need it, we have each other... realise this please!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's in all our hands...</div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-34674779916256499802010-03-13T23:52:00.000-08:002010-03-13T23:58:32.684-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://unitedcats.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/depression.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 352px;" src="http://unitedcats.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/depression.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? </span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Let me think. </span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Was I the same when I got up this morning? </span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. </span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?"</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:large;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll...</span></span></span></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-60490616697825092392010-03-03T02:28:00.000-08:002010-03-03T02:31:27.538-08:00bestest.you're there for me.<div>you're smile lights up a room.</div><div>you're the most courageous, stunning, intelligent, inspirational, and best person I know.</div><div><br /></div><div>you're my best friend.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love you :)</div><div><br /></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-63676524604023709552010-02-24T02:48:00.001-08:002010-02-24T02:49:06.736-08:004 years.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><div style="text-align: center;"><i>it's been 4 years Papa,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>but you're still in my heart.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I miss you and love you.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Until we meet again.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>xoxoxoxox</i></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-47112018398893256242010-02-24T02:24:00.000-08:002010-02-24T02:27:30.664-08:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.angelawarnerfoundation.org/content/image/Rose.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.angelawarnerfoundation.org/content/image/Rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />why do bad things happen to good people?<div><br /></div><div>why are beautiful children born with horrific diseases?</div><div><br /></div><div>only the good die young.</div><div><br /></div><div>thinking of my favourite during these tough times.</div><div><br /></div><div>i love you.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-2804215062650744882010-02-16T17:41:00.000-08:002010-02-16T17:52:54.756-08:00to my family<div>I am so lucky to be surrounded by such beautiful, lovely, kind, respectful and talented people.</div><div>I love that so many of them are actively pursuing their dreams and <i>succeeding! </i></div><div><br /></div><div>I seriously feel like a proud parent; whether they got into the course they aimed for (whether it be biomed or drama), whether they've moved to Perth to do what they love, are in a kick ass band, just got cast in a soapie, are trying something completely new or exciting... like cheerleading or working full time, or they are simply trying their very best in school.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm proud.</div><div><br /></div><div>These people that surround me are my day to day inspiration and I really hope they all know just how much I look up to them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously guys,</div><div><br /></div><div>I love you all.</div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-51609713301172807622010-02-13T20:03:00.000-08:002010-02-13T20:05:01.523-08:00we're on the same page<div><br /></div><div>the three musketeers were on the same page, they understood each other, they were there for each other, they trusted each other. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So do we.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(L)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-66113571957372758582010-02-11T15:49:00.000-08:002010-02-11T15:52:22.783-08:00incredible<div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"I challenge you all to conquer anything that comes your way. Like myself, be motivated by the prospect of doing better, only then can you hope to achieve your fullest potential. It's all about hard work, willpower, determination and the support and encouragement of those around you. Strive to be the best that you can be and never underestimate yourself. And, of course, just don't forget to have a little fun along the way."</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">these are the words of my incredible best friend.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wow, you truly are something else fav.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love you xxox</span></span></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-15648989903615877472010-02-11T03:49:00.000-08:002010-02-11T03:52:22.108-08:00hmm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adrenalinerushnovel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/blue-eye-macro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 900px; height: 600px;" src="http://adrenalinerushnovel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/blue-eye-macro.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div>your eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>they're on my mind.</div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-44536189977549025962010-02-11T03:33:00.000-08:002010-02-11T03:39:06.993-08:00my pessimistic father.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://managementcraft.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/solitude1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://managementcraft.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/solitude1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>"</b></span>if I died and came back to you and told you there was life after death would you gain faith and become religious?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"I don't know... I guess?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Of course you would, I know if dad came back and told me there was something to look forward too, I'd believe in God in a second... but he isn't coming back, so I don't.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>"</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-59749989403076456302010-02-10T16:11:00.000-08:002010-02-10T16:17:31.347-08:00life lessons courtesy of Shakespeare.<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div><br /></div>"tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her;</span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and out of you she sees herself more proper</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Than any of her lineaments can show her."</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ohh Billy Shakespeare you've hit the jackpot once again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">what an insightful man.</span></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-26551935993304032952010-02-10T03:17:00.000-08:002010-02-10T03:21:53.235-08:00goo goo<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"and I don't want the world to see me,</span></i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>coz I don't think that they'd understand,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>when every thing's made to be broken, </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>I just want you to know who I am..."</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-60695611002200365002010-02-10T03:07:00.001-08:002010-02-10T03:09:49.997-08:00will you be my valentine?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3516/3282155905_41765b1d9b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3516/3282155905_41765b1d9b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>if someone wants to give me flowers I want them to do it because they genuinely WANT to give me flowers... not because they feel obligated to due to a stupid holiday.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dear Valentines Day,</div><div><br /></div><div>I think you are a crock of shit,</div><div><br /></div><div>love Rachel.</div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-50136003091863886372010-01-30T00:18:00.001-08:002010-01-30T00:29:35.871-08:00silence.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blog.metrotribe.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/photography_chairs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 485px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.blog.metrotribe.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/photography_chairs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-67397128309667376942010-01-29T00:31:00.000-08:002010-01-29T00:34:03.540-08:00take a momentthis glorious piece of architecture is called Patong Beach Hotel. AKA where me, doctor and disney will live for 10 days. <div><br /></div><div>LOOK AT IT!!!!!!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.calypso.net.au/static/ptg/supub/S/images/H/HKT/PATB/Patong_Beach_Hotel.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.calypso.net.au/static/ptg/supub/S/images/H/HKT/PATB/Patong_Beach_Hotel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-89249675911938652572010-01-24T04:32:00.000-08:002010-01-24T04:43:28.153-08:00thailand.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><div>THAILAND FUCK THAILAND FUCK CALLING ON A BLACK, DOCTOR AND JUNO FUCK!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Guys, it's actually happening thailand is happening. We have flights, thank you thai airlines, we have accommodation, thank you Patong Beach Hotel, WE EVEN HAVE A LITTLE MAN TO PICK US UP FROM THE AIRPORT WITH A LITTLE SIGN WITH OUR NAMES ON IT TO TAKE US TO THE HOTEL IN A PRIVATE CAR!!! I am not even joking.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is really happening.</div><div><br /></div><div>July 3rd - July 15th 2010, aka the time of my life...</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, I have seriously been too high on life to blog in the last month. My life is fantastic. I have fantastic friends, family and work. I love life. I have worked out the balance, I can work, play, socialise and go to Thailand.</div><div><br /></div><div>Uni enrolments tomorrow, I'm a tad nervy but also RIDONKULOUSLY excited :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have decided some things;</div><div>- people need to play trivia more often, it's great fun and always surprising when you discover random facts... kinda like the 'liddle facts' in the lid of juices. I enjoy that.</div><div>- girlie sleepovers are amazing, especially with the girls I was with tonight; board games, thai food and icecream cake were all on the agenda.</div><div>- people need to decide what they want before asking someone to do something, rather than leading them along a path of confusion and ultimately, hurt.</div><div>- people need to only go out of their way to offer their assistance if they <i>really</i> mean it. Not just to get a reaction/gossip/self-satisfaction etc.</div><div><br /></div><div>that's all I got at the moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Basically life is good.</div><div><br /></div><div>160 days til thailand.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>'luck is when preparation meets opportunity'</i></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-82145537307704846562009-11-25T05:43:00.000-08:002009-11-25T05:46:03.574-08:00life is good.Reasons why life is shibby as can be;<br /><div>-No more exams.</div><div>-Shows.</div><div>-18th was rockin'</div><div>-my friends are fabbbb</div><div>-it's basically summer</div><div>-no more school.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is it kids, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">LIFE BEGINS NOW!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-24104044963553481542009-11-10T21:37:00.001-08:002009-11-10T21:45:58.925-08:00no more...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.matheory.info/nks/calculus.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 314px;" src="http://www.matheory.info/nks/calculus.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I never have to do methods ever again.<div><br /></div><div>no more quadratics</div><div>no more cubics</div><div>no more quartics</div><div>no more hyperbolas</div><div>no more truncus</div><div>no more inverse equations</div><div>no more modulus</div><div>no more trigonometry</div><div>no more differentiation</div><div>no more intergration</div><div>no more probability</div><div>no more calculus</div><div>no more METHODS!</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't think you understand how happy this makes me.</div><div><br /></div><div>one exam to go guys!! NEXT FUCKING TUESDAY!! <b>ALL </b>my friends have finished and i have <i>6 days!!!</i></div><div><br /></div><div>this upsets me greatly...</div><div>thinking of going to the beach tomorrow just coz italian is lame anyway...</div><div>Furthermore, shovy called me... offered me a free ticket to Britney!! YES PLEASE :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Should be a gooooood LOL cannot wait :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Had my music exam today. Was good... cept I didn't finish the last question. Oh well :)</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">TUESDAY THE 17TH THE DAY MY LIFE REJUVENATES! </span></span></i></b></div></div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-13202158985552895372009-11-07T23:56:00.001-08:002009-11-08T00:00:36.184-08:00I'm feeling paranoid.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.futureofthebook.org/blog/archives/google%202084.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 453px;" src="http://www.futureofthebook.org/blog/archives/google%202084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />found this...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>it kinda scares me.</div><div><br /></div><div>are we becoming too reliant on technology??</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>eeeep</div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-62707999134680451652009-11-07T15:33:00.000-08:002009-11-07T15:42:14.417-08:009 days.Methods exam numero due tomorrow.<div><br /></div><div>fucking scary. Trying to study for it today. But it's too hot and pretty outside :(</div><div>lame.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night went to my primary school bestfriends brothers 21st. Hadn't caught up with trendy properly for ages, was SO nice to do so. Even more exciting, I got to use my id again :) hehe. Being 18 (even though I haven't utilised it properly) is awesome :) Love life.</div><div><br /></div><div>YABC on friday night was the best... until after break.</div><div>dick, tiger, gaysian, shov, fearn and hedge sung me the loudest and best happy birthday and Fearn had made the cutest little cupcakes. This made me realise 2 things. 1, that these people are up there as my dearest friends and 2 this was the only birthday cake I'd had, it was awesome.</div><div>I find YABC too long, you get to after break and you crash, I started feeling royally shit too and had to sit out, felt like I was gonna vom vom on someone.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday morning my alarm went off at 5.2oam so I could get to work by 6am, people think I'm crazy, but the community needed their ham, and someones gotta shave/slice it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Exam timetable:</div><div>Mon: Methods 2</div><div>Weds: Music solo</div><div>Tues (week): Italian.</div><div><br /></div><div>9 days til freedom... BRING ON SUMMER!!! </div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-3557881283612504802009-11-04T23:05:00.000-08:002009-11-04T23:08:52.351-08:00log(x)+log(2x)=log(2x^2)have methods exam tomorrow morning.<div><br /></div><div>did 3 practise exams today.</div><div><br /></div><div>50%</div><div>67.5%</div><div>72.5%</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh dear.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, two of my friends finished exams today. I still have 12 days til freedom. 12!!! So unfair.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>5 down 4 to go.</div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-38859013201106064262009-11-04T01:54:00.000-08:002009-11-04T01:55:45.096-08:00No words.I am 18.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I bought alcohol today.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I showed that man some ID.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>He accepted.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It felt awesome.</div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128297190728512791.post-15667339803448972772009-11-03T04:44:00.000-08:002009-11-03T03:20:55.184-08:00wow.<div style="text-align: center;">So. It turns out I am eighteen in 2 hours. What the actual fuck!?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">meanwhile, the fact that I am eighteen in literally 5 seconds mean I have been ridiculously distracted today. First day studying alone. I simply could not remain motivated needed Arby, that girl and I study well together. Suprisingly. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Spoke to Gaysian on the phone last night at literally 1am. Was brilliant to catch up on his life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Miss that kid.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The whole family went out today to 'leave me in peace, so I could study', they did leave me in peace, I did study. Not well, but did nonetheless. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I hate being home alone, but at the same time love it. Found myself making extremely cheesy nachos for lunch coz Mum hates me eating nachos, "they SOOO bad for you", pffft.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Found myself going on a run, was going to run through the park and back, but kept going, got home 45 minutes later. That was alot longer than the 15 minutes I allocated for the run. Tripped over a stick in the park and massively stacked, got up extremely quickly and sprinted off not looking back in the hope no one saw. The 30 people having a cup day picnic/BBQ definitely saw.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Spoke to DB and wished for the thousandth time that exams were over so we could hang out properly without study involved.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Spoke to Ra, we're going out for lunch after the theatre exam tomorrow for my bday, with some ppl from the class and of course the EDSC wanna be DB. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DB sent a text to me that said this 'should we keep it a secret that I'm coming? Do the old. Surprise DB is here! N we tell her I can't make it!'</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was thoroughly confused by this message, a few minutes later he sent a msg that said 'Fuck'. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It was meant for Arby, guess he ruined the surprise! hahaha </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">twas a cute thought though.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have an exam tomorrow morning why am I updating my blog?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">NIGHT KIDS.... I'll see you next when I am the big EIGHTEENNN :)</div>rachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02294764573873789719noreply@blogger.com0