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The name is Rachel. I'm sixteen years too old and from that wonderful filthy state of New York. I'm a scorpio, a vegetarian, and an animal rights activist. I love animals. I'm a stubborn female of mostly Irish and German descent. People make me physically ill. Trying to get me to change my mind is a pointless effort. I will debate you until your too tired to debate. Unless your a complete moron. In which case, I won't waste my time talking to you. I don't say anything unless I have something to say. Think about it.

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Getting back on track, get off of my back.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Just another day I suppose. Nothing too exciting happened. Me and my Dad went out to eat for lunch at Cappie's. That was nice. Then we went to the pet store so I could buy some crickets for Bill the Lizard.

Came home, went down to the barn and worked some with Jitterbug. He's getting a lot better about having me on his back. I even had my Dad lead him around while I was on him. So then my aunt picked me up around 3:30 and we had to take my brother Dave to drop off a check to the lady he's buying his new car from. He makes me so mad sometimes. I mean my aunt has a free car for him(he would have to replace the muffler but thats not really a big deal). But no, he has to buy a giant gas hog of a car because my aunt's isn't his style. Maybe it's just me...FREE is my style hah. Oh well. To each his own. But he really doesn't have any money in the bank, he works at Wal Mart, and he's 25. Yet he's taking out a loan to buy this car. So now John gets my aunt's car if he wants it and if he doesnt, then I get it.

Zach came up tonight. We watched a lot of T.V and just fooled around. He left around 12:00. He has to work tomorrow but he's going to be off on Thursday and Friday.

This guy that I went out with at one point thinks it's okay to just pop up out of nowhere like nothing's changed. I think not. If someone makes NO effort to contact me and then I finially do and they don't apologize for their wrongs, then they can go jump off an extremely tall building.

I don't know what to start reading next...I've got it narrowed down to four choices. Tell me which one I should read...:
I was reading "Her Husband" by Diane Middlebrook about Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes' relationship but I don't know..I just can't get into it anymore. I'm on page 100 and something but I don't know. I'm not really in the mood for "biographies" or whatever.

Well, tomorrow I'm going to my friend Bryan's father's funeral. I hate funerals but I think it would be disrespectful to not go and pay my respects and also just to tell Bryan in person that I'll be thinking of him and all of that.

Well, It's almost 3 o clock and I plan to be up by 5 to have coffee with my aunt and uncle. So I should probally end this entry. I haven't been able to really sleep tonight. Just kind of down and out. I love the nighttime..but I hate how I get depressed when it comes around. Oh well, nothing you can do about that really.


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