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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've never known remorse or felt any compassion...
Thursday, September 6, 2007

Things have been crazy the last week so I haven't updated this. My bad. I've been so busy. Not to mention family problems.

Last week me and my parents got in a fight, and as anyone who's been reading my blog already knows I've been depressed as it is. So I ended up overdosing and then I posted a bulletin about it on my myspace(big mistake). And some girl told my parents about it so I ended up in the emergency room two days ago during the morning for a few hours. I guess Lithium toxicity can be serious. I knew I didn't need to go though anyways because I've taken 15 of those pills before and been okay. I don't really want to repeat the whole fight with my parents or anything. I'm sick of explaining it. I've already explained it about fifty times.

School started today. Pretty boring. I went to Zach's around 7 this morning and we walked to school together. We got there just as the bell was ringing pretty much. There's only about 5 people in my first period class, thank god. I'm too tired in the morning to really deal with any more than that. And Brittany Banta(Wanna banta?) is in there with me. So that's cool and all. About five minutes into that class the juniors and seniors got called down to the auditorium so we all went down and we were in there for two hours listening to some guy talk about drunk driving. By the time that was over, I had lunch. First lunch again for the third year in a row. Craziness. Luckily, Billy and Josh are in my lunch so I'm not completely bored out of my skull. Then after that I had study hall and then I had U.S History with Mrs.Spagnola. Heather's in there. So is Sarah, Leah, and Drew. So that class is alright. And then I have gym with Gio. Not the greatest classes.

Tomorrow I have a class with Zach and Dave the Beaner. After school, me and Zach are going up to Ray's cabin in Sacandaga Lake. He's gonna see if Sam wants to go with us. Hopefully she's not working or whatever. I think she only works mornings so it should work out.

Well I'm exhausted and I'm going to go off to bed. Night.


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