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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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It's been a long time comin...
Wednesday, August 8, 2007

So, I haven't updated this in awhile. Things have been kind of hectic. I ended up having my rat Hermie put down. It was pretty damn sad. The vet told me I should leave because it wasn't a pleasent thing, but there was no way in hell I would leave so I told him I perferred to stay. I've heard way too many horror stories about what happens after the owner leaves. Vets just don't care about rats like they do about dogs and cats. It's extremely irritating. Here's his picture a few days before he died...the picture doesn't do him much justice:

R.I.P Hermie
I hope your death is more restful then your life was.

So then we went on vacation last week up to Niagra Falls. That went okay I guess. We went to the Utica Zoo and to the Rosamond Gifford Park Zoo. Frankly, the whole vacation just completely wiped me out. But oh well. We got back around 11:00 last Thursday night. Then on Friday me, Zach, Sam, Cory, and Moose all went to the Great Escape. That pretty fun except for the fact that Cory was being a little bitch just because Sam wanted to ride a ride with Zach instead of him. I mean..he's 20 for christ's sake. Grow up a little. Then afterwards we went up to Lake George which was actually funner than the Great Escape.
I've been really down lately...I don't know. I just keep thinking about the past. Why? What is the use in that? I keep thinking about the wrongs I should have righted. The wrongs I'll never be able to right. I keep thinking about things I should have done, shouldn't have done...things that wouldn't have happened if it weren't for my mere existence. I feel like a waste of oxygen most of the time. I just want to sleep. I want to get away from this place. This house. This town.
I met someone new who's quickly becoming part of my life. I don't know. It's pretty crazy. I think..oh I don't know. Whatever.
That's all for now. Peace negros.


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