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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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I can't help you fix yourself...
Sunday, August 19, 2007

The day went by pretty smoothly and pretty boringly hah. John and Helah came over for lunch and that was alright. I finished the second Harry Potter book. Now I'm starting this book, "First Person Plural"(I think thats what it's called anyways), the subtitle is "My life as a multiple". I'm only on the second chapter so far but it's okay thus far.

Although the day went pretty smoothly...tonight was insane. Me, Kayla, and Dave all went up to my Grandma's house to watch a movie with John and Helah. So we watched the MST3K version of Space Mutiny. Which is friggen hilarious. We ate and all that good stuff than we left cause my mom wanted me home around 11:00 because I've got stuff to do in the morning and she supposedly wants me to get used to getting up early again for school. Something like that. Although that really doesn't make any sense because I wake up whenever...doesn't matter when I go to sleep. But anyways, so we stopped at the gas station to get some gas(obviously), and Mannie was there and we talked a little. He told me he's moving but he's not telling anyone where he's going. He just wants to get the hell out of this town and I'm guessing forget it. But anyways, after that, Chris came running up to the truck saying "I fell in a fire, I fell in a fire" or something. So he showed us his arm, and literally from his palm to his elbow, he was all burned. Third degree burns. No joke. I guess he was down at the railroad tracks with Konik and some others and Konik "accidentally" pushed him and he fell in the fire they had going. His arm was seriously bubbling. It looked insane. So we took him back to Kayla's and we washed up his arm and put neosporin on it and all that and bandaged it. We wanted to take him to the emergency room but he didn't want to go because he has no health insurance.

So I didn't get home til after 12:30 and my mom was really pissed off. Dave came in with me to explain to her why I was late and she was all "I don't want to hear it and stuff". So finially we got her to listen. She finially was okay with everything and seemed worried about Chris too and told me to call Kayla's and make sure he went down to the ER even if he has to pay just five bucks a month. I'm pretty worried about him actually. Well, I did all I can. It's in his ballpark now I guess.

Time for me to get some sleep. Night.


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