Ow! My entire life!

It's Valentine's Day. In order to celebrate this holiday, I ate my Lucky Charms out of a giant pink bowl that says "Love is what dreams are made of" and then stole a few Hershey Kisses from the bag on the table.
I celebrated it yesterday by going to see the mediocre "Valentine's Day" with my best friend (who was practically dead next to me because she's so sick) and two girls who I'm not close friends with. It was an alright movie. But I can't stand Ashton Kutcher, Jessica Alba, that girl from the Princess Diaries who's name I don't care about, or George Lopez. Lopez was actually alright. Taylor Swift? Really? You're going to give her an acting career now? Anyways, Julia Roberts is cool, so I liked the movie.
Before we bought our tickets my girl Marko and I got free Percy Jackson posters. I wish we saw that instead so I would actually know what the movie's about. And then after (we saw the latest possible show, of course), we had to be kicked out of the movie theater because we were the last ones out and the guy couldn't wait any longer to close up. wtfffffff

My dad complains a lot. I hope I don't complain as much as him. He said a few minutes ago, "I'm all for global warming. Let's warm this place up." and now he just said, "I'd like to get a bumper sticker saying, 'global warming, my ass.'"
Do you see what I have to live with?

I have a "date" later with Marko. We are being each others' dates because we couldn't get a real one to save our lives. (Well, she probably could, but I can't.)

Drunk drivers are scary. Peace out.

I'm Going to Make Snowmen of The Beatles ♥

IF THE SNOW IS GOOD ENOUGH, THAT IS.

So yesterday was my first class of driver's ed.
I didn't really like it, to be honest... It's because I don't know anybody! WHY must my father sign me up for driver's ed IN A DIFFERENT TOWN?!?!?


Anyways, when we were driving there (slightly late because my dad just HAD to wait for Mom to get home from work to take her car) I was wondering why people go all gaga for babies and not senior citizens. I mean, they practically do all the same stuff: poop in their diapers, cry when they don't understand something, and they're helpless. I don't really like babies, because they can't tell you what they want. That's what dogs are for. At least they know some stuff. But I do like old people, because they are really funny when they tell jokes and/or are senile.
While I was debating this issue in my head, I looked up and noticed we were going really slow. Then I looked at the car ahead of us and noticed a bald head sitting not too high from the steering wheel. He also had his windshield wipers on. There was no precipitation falling from the sky. He was also driving very badly and almost hit an oncoming car.

Conclusion:

I love old people.

Not Fade Away

3:30 AM, February 3rd, 1959. A single engined 1947 Beechcraft Bonanza B35 is reported missing. In it are three unlucky musicians: Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper.
At approximately 9:15 AM, Hubert Dwyer takes off in a small aircraft to search for them. Shortly after, he finds the wreckage in a cornfield about 5 miles northwest of Hector Airport, their destination.

Earlier in January...
Buddy, Ritchie, The Big Bopper, and Dion and the Belmonts set out for a 24 day tour of the midwestsern United States. The shows are booked closely and the performers are (reluctantly) transported by tour bus. The tour, being a disaster from the start, only gets worse. It's nicknamed "The Tour From Hell." The bus's heating system fails shortly after the tour starts, Holly's drummer is taken to the hospital with a frost bitten foot, and rebellion begins to set in.
The February 2nd show at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa wasn't even originally on the tour. Promoters were trying to fill an open spot on the tour and so they called the venue's manager, Caroll Anderson, and offered him the show. He accepted.
When the musicians get to the show, they are already in a bad mood and tired of riding on the cold bus. Buddy tells his bandmates, Tommy Allsup and Waylon Jennings, that he is going to charter a plane to take them to the next stop in Moorhead, Minnesota. The plane costs a whopping $36 per person.
J.P. Richardson, aka The Big Bopper, has caught the flu and asks Waylon Jennings for his seat on the plane; Jennings gives it to him. When Buddy hears this, he jokingly says to Jennings, "Well, I hope your ol' bus freezes up." In response, Jenning says, "Well, I hope your ol' plane crashes." Little does he know, this joke will haunt Waylon for the rest of his life.
Valens, who has never flown in a plane before, bugs Tommy Allsup all night for his seat. Tommy says that he'll flip Ritchie for it. A DJ working at the concert flips a coin shortly before everybody leaves and Valens wins.
The three passengers and the pilot, 21 year old Roger Peterson, board the plane and take off at approximately 12:55 AM.
Peterson is a novice pilot and is not trained to fly the Bonanza, or in the stormy winter conditions. In fact, the altitude indicator in the Bonanza displays the aircraft altitude in an opposite way from most other planes from this time. This means that Peterson may believe that he's ascending when he's really descending. The Bonanza strikes the ground of Albert Juhl's cornfield at nearly 170 mph. It tumbles and skids another 570 feet across the frozen land before piling into the fence at the end of the field.
When the plane is found, Holly and Valens bodies are found outside of the plane, Richardson's body is thrown over the fence, and the pilot's body is still trapped inside. All four are very gory sites, everybody died upon impact.


When Buddy met Maria Elena Santiago in June of 1958, he asked her to marry him 5 hours into their first date. Less than two months later on August 15th, the two were wed. Maria traveled on tours with Buddy and acted as a manager. She decided not to go on the Winter Dance Party Tour because she had found out that she was pregnant. She begged Buddy to stay, but she knew he had to go. When Maria found out about the February 3rd crash, she had a miscarriage soon after and lost the baby. She didn't go to the funeral and has never visited his grave. Maria blames herself for Buddy's death, saying, "In a way, I blame myself. I was not feeling well when he left. I was two weeks pregnant, and I wanted Buddy to stay with me, but he had scheduled that tour. It was the only time I wasn't with him. And I blame myself because I know that, if only I had gone along, Buddy never would have gotten into that airplane."
She has never come to terms with Buddy's premature death at 22.

My favorite Buddy Holly lyrics:
'Well...All Right'

Well all right, so I’m being foolish.
Well all, right let people know
about the dreams and wishes you wish,
in the night when lights are low.

Well all right, well all right,
we’ll live and love with all our might.
Well all right, well all right,
our lifetime of love will be all right.

Well, all right, so I'm going steady.
It's all right when people say
that those foolish kids can’t be ready
for the love that comes their way.

R.I.P. Charles Hardin Holley (Buddy Holly)

Chicken and Dumplings are good.

And so is my mama's ambrosia fruit salad.
I think I'mma got get me somma dat.
My bra strap is hanging out.
EYE DEE CEEEE<3

Sanford and Son has a cool theme song, I'm glad that my parents raised me watching 70/80s sitcoms. Life would not be the same without them.
OMG THERE'S PIRATES ON MY HAPPY ISLAND WHAT DO I DO?????????
They scared away half my tourists!!!! ):
...They left.. Whew, that was a close one.

Ambrosia salad is so good!
Wikipedia told me that ambrosia is the food of gods. WIN!
Greek mythology rules.

I like today. Bye.

Hi.

J.D. Salinger passed away. ):
On the Mr. Brightside, it's Friday. That should be an exclamation point, but I just can't bring myself to type one. I did and it just doesn't look right.
I had some really clever (to me, anyway) shit to say, but I forgot about it because I was tracking my calories on livestrong.com.
Please excuse me for a moment, I have a text message.

My friend Molly sent me a really gross picture of myself from last year. I think I will post it on the blog.

I'm so repulsive.

I was showing off the small sailor living on my pinky. How cute.

I started this blog at 3:30, saved it and got off the interwebz. Now it's 8:08 and I'm eating barbecued meat on a bun. Livestrong.com isn't going to like this unhealthy meal, but whatevs.
I love Mark Hoppus. And I think you should know that because if you ever read in the news about him being kidnapped and the trails lead to Ohio, then you will know that it was me.
But seriously, the guy is just awesome: good looks, talented, funny, witty, and a good taste in music! I hope when we have our speed dating party that there is a Mark Hoppus carbon copy. That would be toats cool.
Big news! I am starting a drawing class on February 16th!!! My brother's grandma (long story) is paying my tuition fee so I can become a better artist. I'm really nervous, though. I like drawing people fantasy type things, and the brochure said that we will be drawing objects that we see in front of us! Oh no! My brother's grandma told me to put together a portfolio so the teacher would know what level I am on, but all I really have is drawings of musicians! I found like 5 drawings of Buddy Holly that I wanted to take in, but I decided that would be overdoing it. :( I love Buddy Holly. He rooooolszzzzz....

Tomorrow I might be going paintballing with my friend Kenzie. I'm really nervous about that, too. Actually, I'm just a very nervous individual. People think I'm really laid back, and I am most of the time, but I'm also a really nervous person... I guess you call that "anxiety"??? Anyways, I might be going paintballing with her and her boyfriend and his friends and I don't know anybody but Kenzie but I want to punch her boy toy in the face for being a thugstah. If I don't get to go paintballing, we will still hang out because I am going over to her house to spend the night and watch Freaks and Geeks and The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I am also spending the night there because I am trying to skip out on going to church on Sunday. I know that's bad, but I hate church! I'm not even a Christian! ...We go to a Lutheran church... But I think Lutherans are Christians, right? Kinda like Baptists??? I don't know anything about these Western religions!! I'm more interested in Hinduism and Buddhism!!!! :( :( :(
Deep breaths, Rachel... On Sunday, Kenzie, Courtney, Haley, Dollah Bills, and I are going thrifting because Courtney has never been to a thrift store! I am going to buy a swanky dress to wear to Burger King or something and then I might try to find some 50s clothes to wear on February 3rd because that's 51st anniversary of The Day The Music Died.
I'm tired now. Goodbye

"Every Night's Bat Night When You Live in a Catacomb."

Hi, Blog.
Last night was awful.
I'm never going out with my parents again....
That's a lie, but I don't want to for a while.

We went with our neighbors to some pork chop dinner thing that my mom's friend's family was holding for their son who is in critical condition in a coma right now. It was amazing how many people came! The line was all across the bar and out the door!
We had to wait a really long time for our food, but that's okay, because it was really good and I was having a good time. But about a half an hour after we ate, I got a stomach ache. I get them a lot, I think it might be fried foods but I'm not sure... Anyways, I was starting to feel pretty shitty. That was about 7:30.
My parents and my neighbors kept buying beers. After a while, I lost count of how many rounds they'd had. My mom could tell I wasn't having a good time so to cheer me up, she bought me a strawberry daiquiri (virgin, of course). It really was a nice thought, and it did cheer me up a bit, but it also made my stomach hurt worse.
Then out of nowhere, I saw a couple of people smoking cigarettes! Inside! Illegal! My mom and neighbors saw this and lit up as well! Crazy! I think the smoke was starting to make me sick as well... Gee, don't I sound pathetic??
The band didn't start playing until about quarter to nine. They were REALLY good, but they were playing mostly old country songs that I'd never heard before. Once 9 o'clock rolled around, the band announced that anyone under the age of 21 was supposed to leave. Oops!
I was so relieved when my dad said that we would be leaving after everyone finished their current beer. LIES. My neighbor went to the bar and got a whole mess of jello shots. My dad offered me one, but I declined because I thought that I would be the one driving home, seeing how everybody else was drunk. We were about to leave when the band started to play "Knockin' on Heaven's Door". Now they play a song I know... "DYLAN!" I screamed out. Fortunately, my mom let us stay long enough for me to get my Bob Dylan fix for the night. That was nice.
We went to go out the front door, but they had it blocked off (keeping the Popo out??). So everyone but my dad made their way to the side door. I had to run after him screaming his name to get his attention.
When we made it to the parking lot, I walked to the driver's side door and said, "Well?" My dad told me to get in the back and that he was okay to drive, which, he totally wasn't. My neighbors walked over to the convenience store next door and bought more beer. My dad took one before we left to drink on the way home.
My dad pulled out of the parking lot and swerved on purpose. My mom and I yelled at him. I was so scared. I hate my dad when he's drunk, he's a total asshole. So we were driving down the back roads and I just sat in the back seat crying, wishing I could just disappear.
When we turned on to our road, my dad stopped at the giant ass hill and asked where my neighbors were. He thought they might have wrecked on the side of the road. I looked behind us and saw headlights. I told my dad who started to go up the hill, then stopped right in the middle. I didn't know what the hell was going on. Then Dad did a huge burnout with my neighbors right behind him. It was awful, I thought he was going to drive right off the road.
"Don't drink and drive," my dad kept saying, then he would laugh as if hypocrisy was a funny thing.
When we (finally) got home, my parents went next door and I tried to relax. I changed out of my swanky sweater, uncomfortable sneaks and jeans into my brother's sweats. Then I made some hot chocolate, and watched 'Adam' with my puppy dogs. Which was really, really good. Hugh Dancy was fantastic.
I think I'm gonna go watch The Curious Case of Benjamin Button now. Good bye :)

Thirst Day.

And boy am I tired.
GUESS WHAT WE DID IN BIOLOGiE TODAY :B
We extracted DNA from wheat germ!!!! :0
It was so gross, like boogers. I touched it, and then gagged a couple of times because Haley wasn't there to do it.
She's too busy "coughing up blood".

I'm eating my mom's Cinnamon Toast Crunch right now to get revenge on my parents for buying me corn flakes YET AGAIN.
Conan O'Brien > Cinnamon Toast Crunch > corn flakes > Jay Leno.
It's just the way things are.

My phone is as dead as a reanimated corpse.
Ponder on that for a while, will you?

ANYWAYS, while David was ranting about Social Security, why we're still in the war and hand sanitizer dispensers being filled with soap by some devious janitors in class today, he decided in his head that he would give us class tomorrow to work on homework... Therefore, I AM HOMEWORK FREEEEEEEeeeee.
So now all I have to do is manage to get a box of Lucky Charms before Community comes on at 8.
Judge me. It's a weekly ritual of mine to eat Lucky Charms while watching Joel McHale prance around college.

I got some free music from Amazon the other day, pretty fricken sweet, if you ask me. I got this one song called "Reservoir Park" by The Dutchess and The Duke. It's awesome! It's like, 3 parts Bob Dylan to 1 part The Mamas and The Papas, mix in a large recording studio, and that's what you get. Lovely.
I also got this song "Changing" by The Moondoggies. Check this stuff out, if you get the chance.


Well, my little dumplings, I must part. But let me leave you with a treat:
Phantom of the Office. ♥

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

Phantom Of The Office: Baseball Game - Watch more Music Videos at Vodpod.

Ironically, neither of these videos take place at the office...

"Glitter is the Herpes of Arts and Crafts"

You know what that's from. Or maybe you don't. Either way, I don't really care that much.
I have a problem. MY LIPS ARE SLOWLY BEING CHOMPED AWAY BY MY VICIOUS BAD HABITS AND UNEVEN TEETH.
Oh, and now my teenage angst is setting in.
I don't know why I said that. I kind of regret it.
Not really, it was just dumb. But I most of the things I say are dumb.

There's no point to this blog... Is there ever a point to my blogs. I think not.
I like fashion lately. Which makes me want to go to the thrift store.
THRIFT STORES RULE. I would go buy a bunch of stuff right now, but I think I'm going to donate most of the money I have ($29?) to a charity for Haiti. Blah blah blah gotta do whuchu kandu to make dis whirled a betta plaise.
Typing with incorrect grammar is so fun.
I jut got a wiff of alcohol? I'm home alone and I don't drink? Wtf???
I'm wearing a gold chain and it makes me feel like I'm in the Italian mafia. Stereotypical, much?


If you're still reading this, I really, really pitty you and I'm terribly sorry that you wasted 55 seconds of your life reading this load of horse hockey. I truly am a gobshite. Go look that up on Urban Dictionary if you truly must. Even though nobody really reads this blog so I don't know why anybody would need to do that in the first place.
I like small fonts...

I Blog Too Much.

Meow.
My back hurts.
My room is a mess.
I'm trying to find a poncho that my Japanese grandma knitted for me when I was in 5th grade.
My back still hurts;
maybe I should sit up straight?
That's better.

I left for a while.
I was eating spaghetti.
It was okay, I'm kinda burnt out on spaghetti.
My family eats it a lot.
We aren't even Italian, spaghetti's just cheap and easy and (sort of) quick.
My face is bleeding.
That's a boldfaced lie, I don't know why I typed that.
My dad wants on the computer.
He wants to play Mafia Wars on MY facebook.
LAAAAAAME.

I'm in love.
With Andrew Vanwyngarden.
Pictured right.
What an acid trip, that boy.
But it's not really love.
I'm not that foolish.
Or am I?
My skull itches.

MY BAAAAACKK OMGGGG.
PAAAIIIN.
Goddamn my horrible posture.
I'm sorry for cursing, that was rude.
BUT IT HURTS SO MUCH.

I think Malcom X is interesting.
You can thank my history teacher David for that.
David. Ha. His first name. Awkward.
I like that I have so many lines.
I want this blog to be really fricken' long.

MONDAY. is Martin Luther King Jr. Day.
WONDERFUL!
He was a cool guy, pretty much changed the lives of many.
Gooosh, the 60s were so f'n cool.
I'm so envious of people who lived in that decade.
All I can do is listen to Jefferson Airplane on my iPod and sulk in a corner.
NOW MY FACE REALLY IS BLEEDING. OMG. KARMA.

My dad and I are discussing walkie talkies.
I think I'm gonna get off to dig the 34958304958 year old ones that I found in my closet earlier.
Omg. This is kind of where the blog started.
Neato!

I'm Dumb

And so is my blog that I try to take seriously but can't.

...I was just on some girl's facebook page and I am outraged! D:<
HOW DARE SHE DATE A DIFFERENT GUY EVERY WEEK AND CLAIM THAT SHE LOVES HIM. How. Dare. She.

I like bloggin' it up. And this place is hella better than that myspace junk.
Haley and I played a fun new game at school today called "Hey Gallagher!".
Haley becomes her alter ego, an African-American man with a fine mustache named Gallagher, and I ask her questions to which she can only answer with facial expressions.
Hilarious!

I ate some salty corn puff stuff with like 240mg of sodium per serving and we have nothing to drink in our house. Except for tap water. Eeewww.
DRY THROAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT.

I kind of need to go to the rest room. I also kind of need to: finish watching Freaks and Geeks, do my Geometry homework, take a shower, and get ready to watch NBC's Thursday Night Lineup tonight.
I luzz me some Community, Parks & Recreation, The Office, and 30 Rock. PLUS JAMES FRANCO IS GOING TO BE ON ONE OF THOSE SHOWS I CAN'T REMEMBER WHICH ONE THOUGH TONIGHT. OMG. :O




AUF WIEDERSEHEN!!!