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| 08.28.03 (4:45 pm) [edit] |
Finally, after waiting many many many months after eligibility, I got my driver's permit. It's been a little terrifying being on the road with Mom yelling at me every mistake I make or turn I overshoot, but it's going alright.
We're going to get Chinese food now. That's always good. General Tso's Chicken and Veggie Lo Mein is the food of Kings. Even though it's offered fairly cheap and is fried.
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| 08.23.03 (6:50 pm) [edit] |
Well, talked to said friend from previous post. Needless to say, it did...absolutely nothing.
In my meager attempt to communicate like normal people, she ended up:
a.) Accusing our other friend and I of "being too different from her" and "not giving her her space" to "find out who she is".
b.) Saying five minutes later, "..but it's not your fault!"
c.) Then saying "Honestly, it's easier to get along with my guy friends." Though our other friend and I have stood by her literally when she was bawling her eyes out, not mention toying with cutting. Not to go on an ego trip here, but I think, were it not for us, she wouldn't have made it through last year. We have not picked one fucking fight with her so these are the lamest arguments I have ever heard in my life.
To cap it off, about an hour after she and I finish talking, my ex-boyfriend (of the accusations of "arrogance" and "scorn") calls me up and asks me why I am so concerned about seeing her, when I broke up with him because we never saw each other. He assumed I could have been more persistant with him as well.
So I was just silent and the phone call ended with him in a huff and me hanging up because that obviously wasn't the right time for us to be talking. Or ever. Because he's already called me about five times since our breakup wondering why and I think I've made it rather clear that
1.) I am over him in a big way, hence why I broke up with him.
2.) I don't enjoy recieving phone calls all day on the matter.
Phew. That being said, I hope you all have a lovely day.
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| 08.15.03 (4:05 pm) [edit] |
Today, I was informed that one of my best friends "thinks I'm mad at her" and "is scared to talk to me".
This is the same best friend, who's so "very concerned" that when I went to her house a month ago to say goodbye to her and her family before vacation (our families are sort of close; her aunt is Mom's good friend), she said nothing to me the whole time, even when I waved and said hello.
Rather, in response, she gave me a half-smile that was anything but sincere and walked right past into the house, presumably to go online and talk to others. No return wave. No "hello" even.
She told our other good friend something along the lines of "I need to find myself, I'm so confused.." when asked why she was avoiding us. So then, why is she so concerned about what we think when she makes no effort to be friendly?
[i]Oh, by the way.."other good friend"...if you are reading this, congratulations on your new license![/i]
I don't mean to go "middle school" here, but this is just very irritating. Our inability to be get along without having such issues makes us seem like we're twelve and still gushing over N'Sync.
(Then again, an old Backstreet Boys song is currently playing on this computer. So maybe I should reconsider that last thought...)
But whatever she wants.
[b]On a lighter note[/b], here's something to think about: What if sharks could be trained, like dolphins, to do jumps and "sing"? They'd probably be alot like these fellows:
[image]itgrowsonyou_57013 4966.jpg[/image]
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| 08.14.03 (5:25 pm) [edit] |
New computer wallpaper:
[image]itgrowsonyou_11796 26364.gif[/image]
God Bless America.
No, wait, shouldn't it be "God Bless [b]Detroit[/b] from having sprung Jack White forth from it's loins"?
I do believe so.
Parents are always upset that I never talk to them about college plans. *Loud over-exaggerated sigh* So, today out of the blue, I felt compelled to tell Mom what I've been thinking about college. The following is the "supportive" conversation we had about said topic:
[b]Me:[/b] Mom, I think I want to go to the University of Vermont. What do you think?
[b]Mom:[/b] That's a party school! You're going to go there and take up weed! No, Rachel...please don't.
[b]Me:[/b] Mom, there's weed everywhere. I could get some now if I wanted. Anyway, they have my major and my minor that I wanted, Anthropology and Foriegn Language. And there's Zoology too.
[b]Mom:[/b] Oh God, you're going to end up like that monkey lady!
Since when was ending up like Jane Goodall a bad thing? The way Mom reacted, you'd think I'd had said, "Mom, I've been thinking about majoring in Philosophy..." or "Mom, I don't think I want to go to college, I think I want to go to the city, find me a sugar daddy, and work the streets.."
:roll:
Got cruise pics back today also. Figures, every single one of me looks decent/okay even against my hypercritical standards, except my two favorite poses:
-The one with the cute waiter. :oops:
-The one where Dad, Frank and I posed with the Mexican port security. They had machine guns and all. We made them a tourist attraction for about 5 minutes, where after our picture was taken, people were lining up to do the same, and thus distracting them from their jobs.
Whoops. :lol:
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| 08.13.03 (7:43 pm) [edit] |
Wow, two posts a day! Even on my other journal, this is a rare occurence.
But there is that one girl that's posted about six or seven times today. Guess that puts me in the clear, no?
Anyway, the purpose of this post is none other than:
[image]itgrowsonyou_11505 83751.jpg[/image]
Angelina Jolie. I love her. She is gorgeous (the only fake part of her is her breasts, for anyone who'd like to say she's totally fake :wink: ). And while her movies like [i]Original Sin[/i], [i]Hackers[/i], and [i]Tomb Raider[/i]s [i]I[/i] and [i]II[/i] might have sucked, you've got to love [i]Girl, Interrupted[/i].
[b]And[/b] she's open about her sexuality.
I'd go gay for her any day. Really. In a heartbeat.
Or maybe I should make the switch anyway after my last relationship, in which my ex tried to guilt trip me into taking him back ("I think breaking up was a mistake. What do you think?" "Um, no."), then proceeded to call me "arrogant" and "scornful" for not doing so.
This is the same hardcore liberal who'd laugh mockingly at anyone who didn't agree with him. "Scornful" is right.
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| 08.13.03 (5:15 pm) [edit] |
First of all, if anyone actually reads this..which I highly doubt, but, you know...
I can't post any comments on your site. Sorry about that. What I will do though if you do happen to comment is send you back a private message, either in response to your comment or maybe just if you write something of interest on your site. Don't think I'm weird or overpersonal.
Why is my comment option not available? Because when our computer got busted a while back, it was of course blamed on me for downloading WinMX, and subsequently, Dad got his best friend and resident computer geek to play the part of "Administrator" and disable several of our fuctions on the computer.
Such as Javascript and Flash. Which means I can only do basic HTML things. It also means there are a large number of websites which show up as one big block with a red X in the corner, as well as several links that I click on that do...nothing.
Other things I can't do because of Dad and friend's need to dominate everything... :roll:
- Download songs.
- Install CD-ROM programs.
- Play any sort of game whatsoever.
All we do is e-mail and blog here at our house. There really are no other options left. Thanks, Dad.
But in good news, I think I've finally got the whole college thing worked out. Think UVM (Vermont) is looking pretty good. They've got a wide selection of majors there (about ninety in all) as well as Anthropology and Linguistics, which is probably what I'll study seeing as I love learning about cultures and words. They also have a study abroad program in India :D which is where I've always wanted to go.
No. Not because of the good-looking cruise waiter. :oops:
My old neighbor was from India. He was a biologist who married an American woman, and they were living here for two years basically, just getting ready to go back to his home. I walked and fed their dog for them on their frequent trips to India to see his family. Raju also tutored me some in biology because I fucking hated it. He was a great guy.
I've also met a few friends online who live in India. They're really sweet girls, and funny as hell.
Meeting cool people from a different place always sparks your interest. Two of my aunt's good friends, Kai and Gabrielle, are from Germany and Vienna respectively, and she's been out there a few times with them. Granted, Europe and South Asia are two different places, but whatever...it'd be neat to go, dontcha think?
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| 08.11.03 (11:04 pm) [edit] |
I've never seen so much beauty in all my life. It's like I've had some sort of weird, Wes Bentley-in-[i]American Beauty[/i] awakening just being in the Carribean for a week.
The water...I can't even describe. It's every shade of light blues and greens in a box of Crayolas, plus colors that haven't been invented yet all mixed together. Like what you see in pictures, only you never believe it until you see it for yourself. Mind you, this is coming from a person who's spent the majority of their life going to the Jersey shore on vacation. The most beautiful spectacle of the four islands (Haiti, Jamaica, Grand Cayman, Cozumel) we visited during the cruise's duration was most definitely the beaches of Cozumel. The sand was white as bone and the water was so calm and colored so nicely.
But Mexico itself held other surprises. If you have never been hit on by a guy in Spanish..well then you have never lived. It started off innocently enough. I was walking around a store in town with Dad and Frank, Dad's best friend who, along with his wife, came with our family on the trip, when I noticed a store employee standing beside me.
"Hola. Como estas?" He says.
"Bien. Y tu?" Finally, a chance to put three years of high school Spanish to work.
"Ah. Hablas espanol, verdad?"
"Si. Un poco."
Harmless, right? So I keep walking, not thinking anything of it, when I hear someone say, "Hey..." really softly behind my back. I turn around, and there's this guy again.
"Como se llama?"
"Rachel."
"Tienes un novio guapo?" (Do you have a good looking boyfriend?)
"No."
"Por que no mi?" (Why not me?)
"Yo no se." (I don't know.) A brilliant response like always.
"Estas bonita." (You are pretty.)
"Gracias. Eso es mi papa alli." (Thank you. That is my father over there.) Because you know, I wanted him to back off.
After that, all he said was, "Si." and "Adios Rachel!" as I left the store.
It was interesting to say the least. Nonetheless, I much preferred driving in our rented vintage red Volkswagen convertable along the beaches of Cozumel to being hit on.
Not only was the scenery on the trip beautiful--animals included, especially the cuddly, friendly stingrays at Grand Cayman :D-- but so were the people we met. Okay, yeah, I'll admit it: I had a crush on one of the staff members on the boat. Our waiter, Raj. He was from India, and had the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen in my life. Easily. And he was short, and had a deep voice (though the accent was a bit difficult to decipher) and five o'clock shadow that looked [b]good [/b], and was only nine years my senior, and christ! I had more fantasies about him that week than I did about Johnny Depp, so that should say something. Yeah. It was intense.
And he called me a wonderful girl. And put his arm around me. [i]Twice. [/i] Yay.
Got my first tastes of vodka and Tanqueray and Tonic, too. Loved the flavor of the gin and tonic water. It was really really good. Never got drunk off my ass, but nearly stumbled a few times going back to my room some nights. Yeah. My parents let me drink. With them there too. It's cool of them.
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