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Name: rachel
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 12/12/1986
Gender: Female


Interests: stoning them while they're at the breakfast table... good luck
Expertise: R.O.U.S.'s
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art


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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Please remember, when you go to sleep tonight (and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow) how lucky you are to have the things you have. Material value put  aside, (without being taken for granted; take nothing for granted) the things you own are the memories you've made. These objects are associated with the darkest and the daffodil memories, the cold and the sun. In one day of a thousand winds, all of this can be taken away, and has been for many thousands. If you pray, pray for them. If you don't pray, thank God for what you have.


Thursday, June 23, 2005

Currently Listening
Bootleg Series, Vol. 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964 - Concert at Philharmonic Hall
By Bob Dylan
Who Killed Davey Moore
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Well, here we are after what I must say has been a frightfully exausting year for everyone. I think I liked the idea of xanga being an outlet for creative writing, and I'd really like to be able to think of things to write about on my own, but I seem to be suffering from a bit of a block. I would ask for suggestions, but I fear that anyone who read this site at some point has probably given up on it by now (a wise decision, my friends) and am not sure that there would be muck response.

I suppose for now, that I'll just say that I'm having a very productive summer. I'm registered for the 17 hours of classes I'll be taking in the fall, my roommate and I are going to orientation in about a  month...etc.

Reed's in New Orleans with his dad's side of the family permenently. Ughg. I think he has a thing with his girlfriends going to college. Seems every time he's ready and set to be at college with a girl, he either breaks up with them or moves 6 hours away. I suppose he should stop dating such scary girls.

My sister and I have gotten a chance to hang out some, and I like that. She's a fun girl. We lay out. I love summer.

Work is bothersome and tiering (sp?) but I'm making money, which is necessary, and the people with whom I work are such fun...

I miss Reed's Sydney. I've mailed her a couple of little cards and letters, and it's very depressing to think that she may not remember who they're coming from. I hope she's not too cold up there. And I hope Canada is comepletely devoid of cactus plants.

I'll really try my very hardest between work and fun to think of something more meaningful to write about, so as to not get in the habit of using xanga as a journal. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad so many people use it as a way of keeping others up to date on what's going on, I just like having an excuse to write prose. Otherwise I would never do it, and as I'm sure you'll see, I need practice.

Wish me luck.


Thursday, March 24, 2005

To those of you who will still check this site with some incling of hope that I will have updated and that your lives can now move forwad with the momentum they had been lacking since February fourteenth: shine on.

     As for the condition of my life at the moment,which I'm told is the one that matters (Carpe Diem!) it couldn't get any better. I just got off the phone with Reed's stepmother, Miss Gina, after a lovely conversation. I have to say that this is of some comfort to me, as one of the many who have failed in maintaining a pleasent relationship with his mother.

     As I'm sure the two who will be reading this know, I recently was able to spend a couple of days in the presence of  Wilemons galore, and I couldn't be happier about Reed's going there to be a part of a family that may be more closey compatible with his type of personality. They really love him. A lot.

I'm also doing well as far as family goes for the most part. We're getting there.

I think mainly right now Im having some trouble understanding who I want to be, what morals I want to live by, and where both of those things fit into a society who has already found himself. He remains a mystery, more complicated than I could have ever imagined.

But it's good. It's my life.


Tuesday, February 15, 2005

I had the best Valentine's Day ever. Ever. I had the best Valentine ever. Ever.

I got pretty things, and good sounding things and things for my stomach, and things for my friends' stomachs ( i know!!! isn't he thoughtful!!!)

I hope you all had such nice days.

Thank you, Valentine, for mine.

... I don't need no evidence....just come home.


Tuesday, January 25, 2005

what a fecking week. that's right. i said it. the difference: the letter u.

it feels strange to have so much to say about myself and the things going on in my life. i usually try to avoid that sort of thing online. i like to tell stories... but i think this time i dont have any room left for any stories.

guess that means i'll have to tell it like it is:

A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right
A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights
And niggas always gotta high cap
Showin' all his boys how he shot em
But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em
And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta
Cuz gangsta-ass niggas think deep
Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7
Cuz real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep


and real gangsta ass niggas dont run for shit....

 

 

 

oh oh... and i almost forgot. not to be a smart ass, smarty smart smart that i  am and all....

but Reed is smart and wonderful and amazing and smart and smart and smart and i love him.   Thank you.



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