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| Thursday, March 24th, 2005 | | 11:12 pm |
Well, I was getting ready to yell at my friends for not updating... but I can't quite do that since I don't update myself! (But consider this a warning...if you are on my friends list and you haven't updated in the last couple of days because you've been on Spring break...I may be talking about you dammit!)Anywho, not much new gossip...I'm really starting to like serving on student government! It's so exciting to be involved! Much more exciting that school, which could be distastrous since school really should be my #1 priority. But there is so much fun to be had and people to talk with, I dunno what's important to me anymore. I like student government because it forces me to get over my indecisiveness. I often see the advantages of both sides and don't want to become involved in discussions, but when you have to vote on something you have to know what's going on! On another side-note, my roommates and I opened up Susan's birthday wine and ended up dancing around the apartment to the George of the Jungle Soundtrack. For all the troubles I have with my roommmates, I love them to death when they are tipsy. They made me forget completely that I have a C in Physiology. Grrrr! I try so hard in that class and still can't bring up my grade. It makes me wonder about my career path sometimes. I sorta want to quit everything and start over and be a journalist, but don't tell anyone, 'cause I like all my Pharmacy friends and my Pharmacy-girl identity and am not willing to give that up. Let's see...other than that, I'm getting really fed up with my job at CVS. I can tell already that I'm not cut out for the corporate environment, even if I do like chatting people up at the cash register. I do learn a lot about the Pharmacy there though, and my boss has the cutest daughter ever, and I am going to baby-sit her on Wednesday nights this summer (my boss's daughter, Emma, not my boss). I hope I can find an aspect of Pharmacy that I can excell at, but I don't know if I will. And I've got to get over the idea that I've got to be the best in something. Cause I don't need to be. I just need to relax and enjoy my life and get as much done as possible. But I am very competitive and it is hard for me to stop comparing myself to other people. The sooner I stop the better! Ok, that's my up-to-the-minute, unplanned thoughts of the moment! Hope everyone is doing well! I miss my Hunt House friends, my family, Kate & Erica, my pharmacy friends, and more friends that I hardly (or never) see, only IM. Take care! | | Wednesday, February 9th, 2005 | | 11:17 pm |
culinary metaphors
I tried to make pumpernickel bread in my bread machine tonight and it was my worst failure to date! None of the layers are mixed (so the bottom is salty and the top is floury) and the middle is still doughy! Not to mention the whole schlop is brown, which makes you think of eating dirt or worse. Of course I ate some anyways and now I feel kinda sick! This is why I should not be a chemist and should not be trusted with emulsions or suspensions even if I'm taught the theory behind them! Oh well, after all that I'm kinda amused at my failure. Maybe I can put it on display as a work of art. I shall call it the "bread of life" and show how we put on a hard crust to hide our inner gooiness. | | Wednesday, January 19th, 2005 | | 11:23 pm |
It is so easy to tell people to relax and take life in stride, but much harder to take your own advice. Sigh. Sorry, free-floating anxiety getting the better of me. Be more cheerful tomorrow. Rachel | | Tuesday, January 18th, 2005 | | 11:02 pm |
Word of the Day
Hello! Here's the question of the day: If someone says that you are passice, they mean: a. You often make passes at people and get negative reactions b. You were talking to that person on-line and they meant to type "passive" c. Your passport has been left in the cold too long I'll give you a hint: Your passport can also gain passice status if you eskimo kiss your passport officer until he turns heliotrope! Yes, my buddy Ben and I have decided that passice will be entered into the dictionary as letter C, and that heliotrope is a really cool word. That's all for now! | | Tuesday, December 28th, 2004 | | 11:35 pm |
3 updates in 4 days...the madness!
So, I'm babysitting for this 18 month old girl over break, even though I've never changed a diaper in my life (I didn't mention that fact when I was hired). But anyways, she is quite amusing...I gave her some yogurt to eat for lunch and she said "wash? wash?" and proceeded to rub it all over her face. I was like "no! no! mouth! mouth!" but she just laughed at me, would dip her fingers in the yogurt and bring them up to her mouth before smearing the goop all over her forehead. She also wouldn't eat any pear or sweet potato, saying "no! no!" and when I went to eat my cookie started yelling "yes! yes!" so she ended up eating my lunch too. (Don't tell her mother though! Julia is only allowed to eat all natural organic foods). Tonight I was dragged along to Chrysler Arena to help my brother with a fundraiser for school. You get $250 dollars for cleaning up that pit! Anyways, I don't think I will ever be able to eat popcorn again, cause I swept so much of it off the floor and it was really smelly and gross. I did find an interesting nickel though...it has a Lousiana Purchase tribute on one side. I didn't know that they make special nickels! | | Sunday, December 26th, 2004 | | 5:22 pm |
Seeing Red
Today I decided I was ready for a change...yes, my friends, I decided to dye my hair red. So I dug up this hair dye that Cindy made me buy the summer before last summer, and worked up the nerve to lather my hair up with dark red dye. I finished up and blow dried my hair, and to my surprise... My hair is still dark brown. Same dark brown as usual. Sigh. Well, when the light hits it you can see some redness. But I'm still gonna need to do something else for my big change. That's all for now! | | Saturday, December 25th, 2004 | | 7:26 pm |
Hello Again
Hello! Hello! Am inspired to update again, by watching of movie, Bridget Jones. Is just great fun to write in not-quite complete sentences, in manner of very important people who only have time to express main ideas, such as Yoda and Mongo, the giant ginger-bread man. Furthermore, is also v. fun to think in British accent. Am currently watching a BBC television series called "Father Ted," which as far as I can tell is about 3 British priests that live all by themselves, drinking tea and putting together puzzles. Honestly, the show is pretty funny, that one priest just cut his puzzle peice in half to make it fit. Ha ha. My aunt just gave me a scarf that is cut from the kind of plaid that is from the Ross family hunting tartan. My grandmother was a Ross, and so I am, apparently, 1/8 Scottish. I haven't yet decided what to do with this information, but I think I will have to capitalize on my Scottishness somehow. I also received a digital camera for my birthday, so I think my alien-dog icon picture thingey is about to be retired. Not now though, am too lasy to get off my arse, and I think the priest has found another peice in his puzzle. | | Sunday, November 7th, 2004 | | 10:30 pm |
Ok, I have an interesting story today! Today was a lovely day so I decided to go running. I ran through the arb, through Gallup Park...and got curious about how long Gallup Park was. So I ran until it ended at Dixboro Road. I turned onto Huron River Drive and somehow ended up at St. Joseph Mercy hospital. Trying not to panic about how far away from home I was, I followed the curving road around through Washtenaw Community College, and kept going towards the big traffic lights (maybe I could recognize a major road and head back to campus.) So I asked this lady in her car which way was back to campus and she pointed me in a direction. So I followed her directions and ended up at EMU CAMPUS! yes, I was all the way in Ypsi. So I started running and running and running. When I had run for an hour and a half I gave up and stopped inside a church to see if I could use a phone. There was a sermon going on, but a lady in the back lent me her cell phone. I call home and whisper "Mom, I got lost running, I'm across the street from Tappan Middle School" Mom: what? where are you? Rachel: The church across from Tappan Mom: What'd you say? Rachel: THE CHURCH ACROSS FROM TAPPAN MIDDLE SCHOOL! People listening to sermon: Shhhhhhh!!! Rachel: thechurchacrossfromtappanmiddleschool!!! Mom: Oh. Do you want your father to pick you up? Rachel: YES! Church people: Shhhh! Yeah, that's embarassing. But I finally made it home. I saw a deer too. My mom says I have to run with my cell phone now. NARF! Rachel | | Thursday, October 21st, 2004 | | 10:51 pm |
I'm sitting here watching Aladdin. What a clever movie! I remembered that it was funny but I get more jokes that the genie says now. 'Cept it's really disturbing that all the disney characters are younger than me. You know, the Beast was doomed if he didn't find his true love by his 21st birthday. Although I'm quite looking forward to my 21st birthday, I'm not looking forward to being old by Disney standards. I'm going to have to enter a disney retirement home, where we make snarky remarks like "Jasmine needs to put some clothes on" and "Cinderella made out with a random guy she met at a party, and then ran off without even exchanging e-mail addresses." ok, Aladdin has just made his entrance into the palce as Prince Ali. Must go now. Guess I'm not too old yet. | | Friday, October 15th, 2004 | | 12:07 pm |
testing...testing... ok, haven't updated this here log thingey in a super long time. But here I goes startin again. I had to look up my user name and password and everything. | | Monday, December 22nd, 2003 | | 11:09 pm |
Confessions of a Vegetable
Ok, I'm on vacation here and I've been watching a lot of holiday movies. I am struck by how many of them goes like this: divorced and lonely yet charming parent with precocious child meets a quirky someone of the opposite sex whom they initially dislike. Even though one or both adults may be seeing someone else, the precocious child brings the two together in the end. Bah! I cannot use this technique to get a boyfriend unless I do like Hugh Grant in About a Boy (which also uses this same cliche) and pretend that I have a son or daughter. Then I'll bring him or her to class with me and wait for people to coo over him or her. Or maybe my kid will run away from my home in Seattle to meet one of my suitors at the top of the Empire State building. I can see myself trying to encourage this venture. "C'mon Billy! Don't you need to make a trip so that I can get really worried about you?" I'll walk around asking all cute strangers if they have seen little Billy and then exclaim "You had me at hello!" (hopefully I will look, as well as sound like, Renee Zellweger). k, that's enough for now, I'm not really a bitter person, just a couch potato. | | Tuesday, December 9th, 2003 | | 6:13 pm |
No More Mismatched Socks
I've been informed that I need to update my journal more often, which I definitely intend to do AFTER finals. But I'll do a quick update now since I am procrastinating. That's ironic, cause my journal entry is all about the NEW Rachel who doesn't procrastinate, never gets lost, and whose socks always match. Yes, all this crazy apartment business has made me realize that I need to become more grounded. Maybe learn a useful skill like computer programming, accounting, or map making. I cannot market my whistling skills or egyptian rat-screw (card game) talents. So yeah, New Rachel is in control! She runs daily, eats healthy, loves all her Science classes, never gets lost, and is wise to the ways of the world. Unless anyone wants to hire a whistling card slapper? I could probably do both at the same time. | | Wednesday, November 26th, 2003 | | 4:31 pm |
All's Empty in the Ace Deuce
So it's about 4:30 and Ann Arbor is already pretty empty, with everyone going home. I'm gonna head to Chicago in about half an hour myself, not that I live there or anything. So me and Cindy have discovered the very fun pasttime of walking down the street singing to a song that is playing simultaneously on her jukebox and on my Ipod. Unfortunately, our musical gizmos are not very in synch, so one of us is usually singing the song about half a second after the other person. This has the very fun effect of making us sound like we are intoxicated and tone deaf. Not to say that we aren't tone deaf, but we aren't drunk (Cindy says "at least not during the day")! See ya after vacation | | Tuesday, November 25th, 2003 | | 10:20 am |
The Joys of Showering
I realized this morning that all my best ideas hit me when I am in the shower. I don't know if its the water or the warmth or just that its actual time when the only real thinking I have to do is remember whether or not I shampooed my hair already. Or maybe it IS the shampoo. I mean, if Chrysanthemium Orange Blossom and Caraway in Mountain Spring Water doesn't inspire you, what will? Heck, Thoreau didn't need to go build a cabin in the wilderness to reach a transcendental state, he could've just used Herbal Essences! (And believe me, he could have used some better styling products as well). It's too bad I can't take tests in the shower, although then again I really shouldn't stay in their too long. I always come out as red as a beet, prompting people to wonder if I have a fever or somehow became badly sunburned in the middle of November. Well, at least you can't get skin cancer from taking too many showers, although maybe I will become wrinkled before my time! | | Saturday, November 22nd, 2003 | | 2:12 am |
Defense Cryptology
While playing Cranium today, one of the things you had to do was draw pictures with your eyes closed. In honor of this fun game I will try to type the rest of this entry with my eyes closed. I'm not a very good typer so don't blame me if the rest of this paragraph comes out a bit muddled. Hey, at least I'm not trying to drive with my eyes closed (I'm not even good at driving with my eyes open). Whenever I play board games like Craniulm, I am always shocked at how little trivia I know, and what a bad drawer I am. For some reason I've been able to function in this world with only the most basic knowledge of gacts. Actually, I know tons 'o stuff, just don't ask me about sppoprts, music, politics or history. or sicence. or how to spell things, or other board games such as monopoly. I'm surprised I can't draw, since I doodle excessively on all my notes, but I've learned that there is a distinct difference between being a doodler and a drawer (aka artist). Doodlers become very good at drawing one thing, like thier name, or flowers (with the longs vines that can curl completely around your notes). Ok, I'm gonna stop now canuse I wanna read how well I've been typing with my eyes closed. Later! | | Thursday, November 20th, 2003 | | 11:21 pm |
Diary of a Scoundrel
So I went to see the play "Diary of a Scoundrel" tonight, and so naturally put the title of the play in my away message. My mom, seeing my away message, automatically comes here to my live journal, since I am quite obviously a scoundrel! Alas, I haven't done anything to scandalous lately - I did walk into some wet paint on the wall of West Quad yesterday, and my gracelessness has caused one sleeve of my gray fleece to be brown. Ooh! and I've developed a huge addiction to animal crackers. Pretty soon I will be dealing them. "Hey buddy...I just got a new load of circus animals. They're not stale, and the lions are going to cost you..." Oh wait! I did do something scandalous! When I traveled to the future this morning, I stole a sports almanac and brought it back with me to the present, so now I can bet on all the games and become incredibly wealthy and evil. Oh wait, that wasnt me, that was in Back to the Future II. Then how come I know the score of the Michigan-Ohio State football game? | | Tuesday, November 18th, 2003 | | 10:11 am |
Where is the love?
I should be studying for my Chinese quiz now, but I feel the need to address an important issue that, although not new, has been plaguing campus. You all need to read this, because you are a part of it whether you know it or not. I am speaking of the segregation that is the very foundation of our university community. I am talking about the division between the have-slepts and the have-not slepts. That's right, there are two major groups on campus, those that go to bed before 1 o'clock in the morning, and those that don't go to bed at all. Some people claim that they can tell what group you belong to just by your appearance. (One big stereotype is that the non-sleepers have droopy eyes and whine a lot about how little sleep they got.) Sleepers are occasionally called losers when they try to practice their beliefs on friday nights, and this just cannot be allowed. The problem is not insurmountable, however. Due to a rapid increase of inter-sleeper roommates, sleepers and non-sleepers alike have been learning to respect eachother's customs. But the issue is far from being solved, and I dream of a world where non-sleepers and sleepers unite (not too late though, or too early in the morning) and find that they aren't as different as they might suspect. | | Saturday, November 15th, 2003 | | 5:16 pm |
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine? I'm supposed to be studying P-chem right now, but it's taking FOREVER and I don't think I'll get to sleep much at all this weekend. Grrr! I'd rather type strange messages made up of song lyrics. Don't speak! I know what you're thinking and I wanna talk about me! I think my life is passing me by... cause I've got a disease deep inside of me, and the remedy is the experience. I'm tripping all over this, tripping all over it. Please God, tell me, that I'm still asleep. Hee hee! I guess it's back to P-chem now. | | Tuesday, November 11th, 2003 | | 8:37 am |
Fun Times in the Depths of Despair
So I realized last night that I, and other girls in my hall actually ENJOY being stressed out and down in the dumps. Not only do people have to be nice to us, we have an excuse to feel sorry for ourselves and eat lots of chocolate. Well, tht's not really why we stress. Cindy says she uses it as a motivational tool ~ being harsh on herself makes her try harder in the future. I think there's gotta be a healthier way to deal...but as Stephanie says "it's fun being bitter so why should I change?" Cause we're all gonna have heart attacks at 30. I went running with Beth this morning and a squirrel ran across the sidewalk, practically tripping me it was so close to my feet. Beth and I both screamed and everyone on the street turned and stared at us. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, the squirrels are definitely getting restless. Oh! And I saw Dana eat some DRY oatmeal yesterday! I'm telling you, oatmeal is making a come-back on the best foods of all time list! | | Monday, November 10th, 2003 | | 4:38 pm |
dah dah dah
When do you reach your "coolness" peak? I mean, I know I'm cooler than I was in high school, and I'll probably make an even cooler grad student if I don't drop out first due to a brain overload. (They'll find me babbling incoherently in Mandarin) But eventually you must reach a point where getting older doesn't necessarily mean you are more "with it," groovy, or hip. So when do we reach our coolness peaks, and should we do something really awesome when we reach them, since it'll be all downhill from there? And furthermore... what if you reach your coolness peak and you're still a big nerd? When I'm a grandma I'll be able to say "I wasn't always so old and scatter-brained, children. Back in my wild days, I was considered to be mildly un-lame and...uh... scatter-brained." I'm just wondering, cause I don't actually care about how cool I am, that would be so...uncool. |
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