its over!!

My birthday is over.
It was very good while it lasted.

My family went bowling on Friday after Government class and it was really fun. They had bowling shoes with flames on them! :D
And Clinton and I got some little plastic dogs from the machines they always have in bowling alleys, where you put in 50 cents and twist the knob and your prize comes out in a little plastic bubble thing with a lid. I named my dog Clarence Thomas and Clinton named his little dog Scalia, and it was good times.

Then yesterday my friends and I ran around the mall and rode the carosel.
Coolaid and Zombie bought me some Chuckie-t's! Zombie put bows all over one and filled it with candy and Coolaid wrapped the other one up in a box.
And I got a book about how to make stuffed bunnies/pandas/lizards/monsters/people/etc! Can't wait- so much fun. :D

So yeah I went to trig today and got my failed quiz back. I'm not kidding, it was a full blown F-, no points achieved. Cause I'm special like that. And I took another one like that today that I have a very bad feeling about, and I was like, "sigh. welcome to monday, my birthdays over"

But its all good cause I did have a good birthday :)

17

It's 1:50am, its my birthday, and I can't sleep.

Seems like I waited my whole life to be where I am right now. It's kind of funny really.
And the moments you look forward to always seem to just pass right by, don't they? Without you hardly even looking up to see them as they fall away...

Before we know it, all of us will be 20, 30, 40.
Married, parents, working, enjoying life.
I hope we keep in touch.

What makes birthdays so special anyway?
Why is getting older so significant?
I think the answer to this question is that every year as Christians we get closer to God. And every birthday brings us a year closer to spending an eternity with Him.

yay.

It's 2:00 now. 17 years ago I was born in Presbyterian Hospital, Albuquerque NM.

Happy Birthday to me
:)

actual story

Let me tell you an actual story from today!

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Amanda. She did all her chores and did most of her school almost every day (nobody's perfect).

One day Amanda told her mom that she wanted to drop off some books at the library after school. No problem there, right? She didn't think so. Her mom didn't think so.

So after an agonizing hour of trig in which Amanda failed a quiz and realized she could never ever become an engineer, she and her mother drove to the library.

"When we get there," Amanda said, "give me 5 minutes so that I can run inside and check out Wuthering Heights. I've been wanting to read that for a long time!"

"Oh!" said Amanda's mom, "You don't have to do that. I know I have that book on my shelf."

"Well... if you're sure, then I guess I can read it at home" Amanda reluctantly agreed. (Reluctantly because her mom had quite a reputation for saying she remembers having things which she has actually sold, discarded, or otherwise disposed of)

So they drove on in peace.

Upon reaching their home, both Amanda and her mom walked inside and looked for the book. But (as Amanda suspected) it was nowhere to be found.

"Hum!" Amanda's mother stated, "Wherever could my book have gotten to?"

Amanda was naturally annoyed. Wouldn't you be annoyed if you were RIGHT there at the library and didn't go in to get the book you wanted because your mother said she had it and then didn't and then wasn't even sorry she was wrong and wouldn't drive you back to get a book cause she was wrong?

Amanda suggested to her mother that perhaps she had forgotten selling the book, but her mother just exploded in her face.
"ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR??!" Her mother outraged.

"No... i was ... just suggesting.." Amanda tried to speak, but her mom was too busy sneering,
"Well you don't deserve to read the book anyway with that attitude."

Now for some morals:
(rachel always has morals, and since this is supposed to be a story I guess I'll have some too)

1) don't get too worked up over something as small as a book (my bad)

2) don't ever even remotely act like my mom (her tremendous fault)

arg

I think I'm pretty much going to fail Pre-cal.

I'm not smart like all of you guys!

In class, Don (my teacher) just goes on and on and I don't understand the material. And then I go home and try to make some sense of it and Clinton tries to help but I don't know...
Theres a quiz today.

I have to go study.

the power of words

I can talk again today!!
haha im so excited.

Its kind of squeaky though.

:P



today is a day for homework

gone

Yesterday was eventful.

I woke up pretty early and drank some Airborne. Have you ever tasted it? Because its kind of like Orangina gone bad.
When my parents came downstairs and started talking to me, I discovered that I'd lost my voice last night at the birthday party. Which was not a good thing, because last night I went to the Regency Ball (a dance for homeschoolers) and its kind of awkward talking to your dance partner when you sound like a smoker.

It was ok though cause we went to Wecks and then Laura called me and was like, "Hey! Lets go see a movie!" and i was like "Okay!"
So I went to Cottonwood Theater and saw Cloverfield, which was pretty crazy at times. Kind of like Godzilla. Lots of blood.

Laura drove me home and then Clinton and I drove to the Regency Ball.
It wasn't all it was cracked up to be. :P
Everyone looked so nice, and we did these dances from Pride and Prejudice. But about halfway through I was like, "when is this thing gonna be over?"
But then finally it was.
After a lot of talking and laughing.

And so when I woke up this morning, I couldn't talk at all.

"Rachel, you're dead! You're not supposed to be playing pattycakes!"

Sorry I took the quote Evie, but it's the first thing I thought of when I had to title this blog. :P
Plus I knew you'd forgive me. And if you didn't forgive me I could just squeeze your knee and make you forgive me.

Anyways, I went to a birthday party last night. It was amazing. As usual.
(Did you expect it to be anything less than amazing?)
I think there was something in the pepsi.
The party was for Rachel. She turned 15. Sooo good! :D
Rachel got an evil panda. She might have named it something, but I named it Desmond.


Yeah it was some pretty good times.



I'm really grateful for all of my friends.

So yeah.

oh and i lost my voice!
haha