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[16 Oct 2004|12:26am]
[ mood | accomplished ]

I'm moving LJs. I wish people would just leave me alone, then this wouldn't be necessary.

Bye bye now.

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[15 Oct 2004|10:18pm]
Two arguments against veg*nism I'm sick of hearing:-

1) If you think you're doing your bit for the planet by not eating animals, then why do you still drive cars? And use plastic? OMG THAT SHIT IS WACK!!!1

2) It's the food chain! WE WER MADE 2 EET MEET!1?!1

Take your own lives. Seriously.

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I see no rachel... [14 Oct 2004|08:24pm]
I just found a thankyou letter from the old woman whose party I helped with on Sunday, and whose flowers I arranged for six hours on Saturday.

My dear Sue, Neil and Becky...

Well fine. Fuck you then, you stupid old bitch.

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[14 Oct 2004|07:46pm]
[ mood | irritated ]

Windows XP will be the death of me.

In fact, it took me about 5 hours to find somewhere to host this picture, because PHOTOBUCKET MAKES IT FUCKING CRASH.

Oh my god, if this doesn't stop, I'm going to kill myself. And no, I am not overreacting.

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screw flanders [14 Oct 2004|04:06am]
[ mood | screw flanders ]

Ok, so I just had tutorial, which I hate. A lot. But that's not the point here. the important thing is, I took a careers test, which is meant to tell you about yourself... or, about what careers you'd be good in. I was hoping for religious leader, or next jesus, but alas! No such thing. But, I think the list I got was pretty good, even if the test was bullshit. This is what I got (in order of how good I would be at the job... if that makes sense. And I'm pretty sure it doesn't.)

Advertising Creative
Teacher: Art
Teacher: English
Teacher: History
Medical Illustrator/Artist
Lecturer: Further Education
Lecturer: Higher Education
Art therapist
Teacher: Classics
Researcher: Radio, TV and Film
Editor: Publishing
Teacher: English for Speakers of Other Languages
Graphic Designer
Conservator-Restorer: Painting

cndbfdmnbgdmnbd tutorials! I hate them. I haven't had one good thing come out of a tutorial as of yet. At least i didn't have to do Brain Gym... I should be thankful for that at least.

God, the internet is so boring.

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SEX CAULDRON?! I thought they shut that place down!

...I am so done with this shit.

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Where everything isn't meant to be okay [13 Oct 2004|06:17pm]
[ mood | happy ]

Dead puppies... children crying... people bleeding... deaaaath...

Hell yeah! Things are finally perfect again! And to think, it was so easy to solve the problem that I didn't even think of it, like, having a bag of shit sitting in front of you and not thinking to throw it away...

I am in the best mood ever. Now's the time to ask me for any favours. This is what happens when you listen to Green Day for an hour or so.

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It's a nice day to start again [13 Oct 2004|04:46am]
I was talking about this with Ashley earlier. Some days I wake up and think "fucking livejournal is the most pointless thing ever. I'm quitting."

And then I think, no, because I like reading journals. I like to tell people about my day and I like other people telling me about their days...

But then I think, it's my personal feelings. I could just write them in a book.

And then I think, I already do that, but sometimes it's nice to have some feedback on what you're feeling with someone impartial.

Then I think, yes, but I don't want people judging me on how I feel about things. I don't want people to read this and think "she's obviously fucking nuts."

But then if I left I'd miss most of you guys.

It's a constant debate I have over something that really shouldn't matter. It's the internet. There's more to life than cyberspace. It's just taken me a while to realise.

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[12 Oct 2004|07:50pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Ha! In your lesbian zombie kickboxing face Ashley!

According to my (highly un-biased) poll, the lesbian vampires are better than the lesbian zombies. Which means you lose! And I think you know what happens to the losers. It involves a batman costume, buckingham palace, and a young man with lots of hair and some wild ideas. You know the guy I'm talking about.

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Thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies [12 Oct 2004|06:41am]
[ mood | good ]

People are funny. Especially when they're pissed at me.

I'm feeling better. I think all I needed was a nice juicy argument.

Okay, so ashley and I are involved in a serious, heated debate, and I'm going to ask you a question that i would like you to answer. It's important that you think carefully before you answer.

Which is better: lesbian vampire kickboxers or lesbian zombie kickboxers?

I, of course, am arguing for lesbian vampire kickboxers.

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[11 Oct 2004|05:06pm]
I didn't go to college. Partly because of this groggy cold,partly because I got no sleep last night, partly because I had the stomach cramps from hell, and partly because I wanted to talk to someone really badly. I love her more than anything in the world and only she could cheer me up this morning. I'm feeling slightly less homicidal than I have been for the past few days. I think a lot of people owe her more than they realise.

I'm sorry if I offended any of you guys, for the most part I think you just misunderstood what I was trying to say. However, if the fact I don't like people who drink a lot makes you think any less of me, then... oh dear. I stand by my opinion, but I didn't mean to bother people with it. I still don't really know how it was that offensive... but don't tell me. Because I don't want to know either. I'm sick of hearing about it. If you haven't read the entry, and feel the need to, please do but don't bother commenting.

I've just been sleeping for a long time, and I had another death dream. I was in college, but it was like a big campus with lots of flowers, it kinda reminded me of Lara Croft's house in Tomb Raider. Anyway, I was standing by these hedges and these guys just started shooting me, like it was part of a game for them. And they didn't stop! And whenever they shot me, I felt this buzzy aching in the area, and I woke up just after they shot me in the neck. That one actually hurt as opposed to ached. I could feel my heart in my throat, and then when I woke I swear to god my blood was throbbing in my jugular more than usual. I had to kind of check there was no bullet holes. It was pretty scary.

And just for kicks, here's a picture of the motley crue/emo guy whose band supported the Faint when we saw them. Sophie sent it to me today, and I think it's important that you all get to know him, because I'm hoping he'll like... move to Ash Vale and marry my mother. or something.
Kickstart my heartCollapse )

PS: I cannot fucking WAIT for the menopause.

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[11 Oct 2004|04:48am]
Ok, fine. This is obviously required.

1) I did not say that if you drink, you are an uneducated moron who is rude to other people. I said, I consider myself better than someone who drinks in copious amounts, is unintelligent, and is rude to other people. I did not say that they all come hand in hand. I can understand how people thought that that was what I meant, but it wasn't, so there.

2) In my opinion, if you drink in copious amounts and snort "whatever fits in your face" then that is wrong. You can justify it however you like, but in my opinion (opinion being the key word) drugs are wrong. I don't care if you want to go out and do it, but this is my journal, and I WILL express my opinions on the subject.

3) It's mostly the big drinkers who get drunk every weekend for fun I have a problem with. I have no problem with their drinking, it's the drunken violence and drink driving that spawns from SOME cases (not all) that I have a problem with. If you want to go and drink in a dark basement where you don't bother other people, great. If you want to drink where it bothers me personally, then it's a problem. I have no right to tell you not to drink, but I reserve my right to be pissed off.

Thankyou and cut.


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[11 Oct 2004|04:27am]
I just had the most fucked up dream ever.

It was me, Sophie and Sangita, waiting at my house (which actually looked like an underground car park) for my mum to take us to college (this never happens in real life) and I was yelling at her to come take us because we were going to be so late, and she was saying "In a minute, in a minute!" All the time I only ever saw our faces, and I was looking really scared. And after this went on for ages, I started yelling "But mum, you don't know where we are!" and then, the 'camera', I suppose, zoomed out and we were in this car park surrounded by dead bodies, crouched on the floor.

Not only were they dead, but they were mostly female, naked, and had wounds on their stomachs and heads that had started to rot. So then, obviously, we decide to get up and walk through this mass of bodies. So we're wandering through and then these other naked girls, like the ones who weredead, except, they weren't dead, started running at us and they like, slammed us into the concrete and were yelling "We're gonna fuck you up, we're gonna fuck you up!"

Then we all got scared, ran to the other end of the car park where there was a TV, and turned it on. This horror movie came on about teenage girls in a car park that all got murdered with shotgun wounds to the stomach. So we watched it.

And then Tom turned up and said he was getting the train to college. So we said we would too.

The end.

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[10 Oct 2004|07:21pm]
[ mood | irritated ]

Why does all this shit keep appearing on my desktop?!

And why do random links keep appearing on my webpage?!

Sheesh. I hate internet nerds.

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[10 Oct 2004|04:34pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]


I spent 5 hours yesterday flower arranging table decorations for an 80 year old woman's birthday party today.

I just got back from said birthday party.

When I got invited, I had no idea what that invite actually meant was doing washing up and waitressing. I don't mind helping out, but really, I feel kinda ill, and my mum said I didn't have to go and could stay at home and rest if I wanted to. Had I known what I was going to do, I would have stayed. I would have stayed anyway, but I felt really shitty about blowing off an 80 year old woman, you know? However sick I felt, and however much I just wanted to stay in and talk, I would feel like shit for doing it, so I went, and it was pretty awful. I don't think she even knew who I was, to be honest. She never called me by my name and looked perfectly blank when I tried to talk to her, so I spent most of the time hanging out by the drinks table pouring people wine. I hate wine. I don't drink, as a rule, but whenever I have wine it goes to my head. Not in an "OMG IM SOOOO DRUNK LOL!" way, in a "I'm dizzy and I hate wine" way. Even just one glass, so it's definitely not a drunk thing. I'm not really sure what my point here was, to be perfectly honest I forgot. I'm going to stop before I start (dun dun dun!) expressing an opinion! An elitist one too, because I consider people who don't drink better than people that do! Shock, horror, alert the media, Rachel's elitist!

No, duh, really? You mean, I think people who can walk in a straight line and think clearly are better than drunken idiots who guzzle or snort whatever can fit in their face? Damn yeah I do! I think that way a lot, but not for petty reasons. It's not like, "I listen to ____, I'm better than you." Or "I belong to ____ religion, I'm better than you." It's more like, "I talk like I'm educated. I have common sense. I don't insult people for no reason. I don't pour alcohol down my throat until I can't see straight. So fuck yeah I'm better than you!"

How did I get on to that from talking about my day? These things just slip out sometimes, sorry. There's not an excuse for it today, just generally in a bad mood.

Oh, and by the way? No. Fuck off.

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tainted love [10 Oct 2004|05:26am]
[ mood | trust me. ]

Dear NOFX,

I have no problem if you want to like NOFX, that's fine, but I don't. Not only did they cover Twisted Sister's "We're Not Gonna Take It", but ALSO they covered one of my favourite songs ever, Don McClean's "Vincent". Why do it?!

life_is_black, I got to see the I'm Not Okay video, and I really really like it. I think it's a great idea and it works really well, but... the singer, I think I know his name but I'm not going to embarrass myself and risk getting it wrong, but anyway, my point is he scares the fuck out of me. He looks like a skeleton, and not the hot kind.

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[09 Oct 2004|07:46am]
[ mood | angry ]

Dear MSN Messenger,
Fuck you. Why the fucking hell won't you work? You worked 12 hours ago! I even turned of the goddamn firewalls and you still won't fucking work, you little chodie piece of shit.

There's something therapeutic about watching the Looney Toons at 7am. I wake up irritated, and they make me feel better, just a little.

There are two reasons why I am irritated:
1) Trolls on the Blood Pact board - Click here for what he said to meCollapse )

2) I had a kickass dream where someone sent me everything I'd ever wanted in a package and I was so happy, and then, in the dream, I thought "hold on, this is just a dream, I'm going to wake up and all this stuff is going to be gone", and then I did, and I was pissed.

Oh, and in case any wants to know, the little girl in the newspaper article I posted a few days ago? It's been ruled that if she stops breathing again, they're not to bring her back.

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[07 Oct 2004|06:16pm]
[ mood | procrastinating (that's a mood, right? not really.) ]

Tutorial was the biggest waste of my time EVER. That's an hour of my life wasted and I want it back.

It was so ghetto. My teacher is so useless. She tried to take us to our "happy place", and told us to close our eyes and press our index fingers and thumbs together. What the fuck? It's fine if you want to go in for that, but I don't, and no way in hell will I be made to participate in it. At least she didn't try and make me. I was actually surprised, when I looked up from doodling, everyone was doing it. They were all breathing deeply, perfectly content in their happy place full of bunnies and puppies and four storey Topshops.

I hate them.

I can't stand loud people, that's the thing. I mean, I'm not loud myself, maybe that's why. In a classroom situation, I'll be the one sitting there and chatting quietly. I won't be the one who bursts into a room, yells "Morning everyone!" then exclaims very loudly that "it ain't half hot in here!" and continues to make a huge fuss out of opening the window, in an "omg, I have to climb on a chair and I'm wearing a skirt, LOLZ!!1" way.

Useless, stupid people.

I have no desire to waste my life away with my head in the sand, pretending that I care and at the same time pretending that I don't. If it looks like I'm not interested, then I'm probably not.

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Rachel goes to college [06 Oct 2004|06:09pm]
[ mood | the pressure's unreal ]

Essay based on this grid.
Due tomorrow.
Haven't started.
Have no idea how to start.

FUCKKKCollapse )

The essay I'm ok with. It's the starting! I can't start essays! I can't really finish them either, but that doesn't bother me as much. I've been sitting here chewing my pen for the last half hour trying to think of an opening sentence. "I am going to..." what, exactly? Ramble on for three pages about how Marx was a little boy with some crazy ideas, or how Post modernism confuses the living fuck out of me, or what?

Oh, and hooray for teachers who say things they don't mean! I mean, i've explained about my photography teacher, and then last week my English teacher said I had a month to read Frankenstein, and then today she turns around and says "Remember you've got one week left to finish your books!"


And then today my Media teacher set us an essay due for Friday. It's not that I can't do it, just that I'm waaaay too lazy.

Ahahahahaha kill me.

PS: How do you spell... oh my god, I can't even spell it phonetically. Bourjoursie? Bourgeosie? Bourgjourfuckingkillme? Oh my god, brain, wake the hell up.

PPS: I have also come to the conclusion that I don't like Rupert Murdoch at all. Shrewd businessman? Yes. Complete cunt? Yes.

PPPS: This is probably a long shot, I know, but has anyone read one of David Icke's books? If so, what do you think? Worth buying for comedy value?

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Fuck you Squirtle, you fucking blow. [05 Oct 2004|04:42pm]
[ mood | reluctant ]

I love my sociology teacher! I mean, when he talks it's really animated and he's really smart and every day I just want to hug him for being the most adorable man alive (or, if I'm honest, second most adorable). Bless him!

I really have to do my sociology essay, I really do. I have to do it tonight, because in the next few days I'm going to be working my face off on this stupid photography pinhole camera project. I fucking hate pinhole cameras. And I don't like my teacher too much either. She told us last Friday we had two weeks to do it, and if by two weeks she meant one week, she was right on the mark! Basically, all I have done right now is research, which means by Friday, I have to have my practical, development, positive pictures, analysis and evaluation done. Can I get a chorus of wtf?? Yeah, thanks. She goes "ok, you can do your practical on thursday!" Which gives us precisely 24 hours to get everything else finished, yeah, thanks a fucking lot. I would like some time to sleep, eat, whizz, you know, normal everyday stuff.

I love it when I'm in these moods, they're my favourites. It's like, I'm in a good mood, but I like to pick at everything that winds me up, if you understand.

Ok, fine, I'll stop procrastinating with pointless LJ updates. I'll go and do my essay. And it'll be a big mass of sacrificial virgin anarchy bloodfeasting... I've got nothing.

PS: An hour or two later, I've got the title done. Score!

PPS: I love it when people sign on ym msn, because I get Todd Baechle's voice saying "What the fuck is this?!" God bless sound controls.

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[05 Oct 2004|08:01am]
This whole Derek vs Good Charlotte thing is pissing me the fuck off.

If anyone from the board happens to read this (and I hope the morons who spent endless amounts of time arguing about it do) SHUT THE FUCKING HELL UP. It's not any of your goddamn business anyway. He obviously doesn't see it as a problem, so neither should you. Jesus fucking christ.


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