Currently listening to:
“You're A God” by Vertical Horizon
I've got to be honest
I think you know
We're covered in lies and that's OK
There's something beyond this I know
But I hope I can find the words to say
Never again no
No never again
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I have dial-up connection (yes, I’m still living in the dinosaur age) through George Mason University, and I swear all 20,000+ students must be online right now because MY CONNECTION IS FRICKIN’ SLOW!!
But other than that minor detail, it’s happy, sweet, cheery Rachel again. Gosh—these mood swings are a killer. I wish men could have a better understanding of what us women have to go through each month. But I won’t go into the gory or graphic details. Women—you understand. Men—just imagine the most horrifying pain possible (someone using your back and stomach as a punching bag and pounding your head at the same time) and multiply it by 60 (5 days a week, 12 times a year) x 10 million (the pain we’ll eventually have to suffer bearing children) + add the key ingredient of an unsuspecting emotional time bomb. Then you might get an inkling of an idea what it's like.
Moving on to brighter topics . . . I just got back from rollerblading with my sister. I rollerbladed, she rode her bike. I just recently bought some safety gear (i.e. wrist and knee guard). As I was strapping on the gear, my sister looked at me and asked, “Where’s your helmet?”
“I didn’t get one.”
“Why not? You too cool for a helmet?”
I took one look at her in her helmet and said, “Yup.”
With how accident prone I am, I should be the first to wear a helmet when rollerblading. My heart skips a beat if a moving vehicle comes near me, but otherwise, I’m pretty reckless. So children, do not try this at home. WEAR YOUR HELMETS, regardless of how retarded you look, ok? Good. Seriously though, my sister’s the smart, responsible one. I’m the one who spent 2 months in a wheelchair and 4 months on crutches after skiing into a pole. So it would be wise and highly recommended that you NOT follow in my footsteps.
So my sister and I are strolling around the neighborhood and end up at the local park. She wants to go on this hidden trail inside the park, and I’m looking at her like she’s crazy.
“Now how in the world do you expect me to rollerblade on that rocky path? I’ll trip and fall flat on my face.”
Her smart-ass response: “Well, at least you’ll put your safety gear into use.”
I love my siblings. Really, I do. But I appreciate them more when they're not trying to cause me great bodily harm or trying to kill me, for that matter. But I'm happy to report I made it back in one piece, although if my connection doesn't speed up sometime soon, I don't know if I'll be able to say the same for my computer here. Argh. *Remember happy, smiley Rachel*
Happy, happy. Joy, joy.
Oh and p.s.: Hello to Lillian! Her page rocks. What is it about these darn Bostonians that I adore so much?
P.P.S. If you haven't seen it already, here's the newest ii stix article. Isn't the illustration great? Captures me to a tee--even down to the bangs. Great job, Stuart! Say hi to Stuart. S2, let me know when you figure out what the trade will be for our next project. =)
