This little guy came in my Rice Krispies this morning. What a pleasant surprise!
Speaking of pleasant surprises, I will soon be painting eggs for Easter, something I haven’t done since…8th grade, I believe. However, we only have brown eggs, so this should turn out interesting.
Now. I promised myself I wouldn’t let this turn into a rant blog, but I can’t help but share something that annoys me. It’s when people call themselves ugly just to get people to say “blah blah blah no you’re not.” Like my sort-of-friend-but-not-really(name is omitted to prevent drama and hurt feelings. I don’t think she or anyone who knows her will read this, anyways). I know quite a few people who do stuff like this, but she especially has been getting on my nerves lately. She posts all these pictures on Facebook, and goes “blah, blah, blah,” about how ugly she is. Even the name of her photo album is basically calling herself hideous. She’s actually quite pretty, and I’m certain that she knows this. If she truly thought she were ugly, she wouldn’t post so many pictures of herself on Facebook. Tons of people comment on her stuff talking about how she’s so not ugly. Well, I guess that’s one way to get people to comment on your pictures.
Oh yeah, and a while back ago, she was complaining to me about how all these guys are “stalking” her. Well….maybe, if you didn’t put up this whole self-conscious act, then they wouldn’t think you let anyone in your pants because you think that’s all you can get. Urgh. People like this bother me. Y’know…self-conscious people and narcissists are, in essence, the same bloody thing. Both are self-absorbed.
Wow. I’m in a mean mood today. I need to write about something positive!
I started reading Rat Race by Dick Francis today. The story behind why I checked it out goes back to the Mountain Goats concert that Hope, Julie, Hope’s brother(I keep calling him Hope’s brother because I feel I don’t know him well enough to deserve to call him by his first name, like he’ll get offended or something if I call him by his first name), and I went to. The guy who sat behind us kept yelling out the same song request. He kept on screaming “Rat race!”. Unfortunately for him, it was never played. “Rat race” became a running joke between us, and when we saw the book at the library we decided that that bit of amazingness had to be read. It’s pretty good so far, but I feel pressured to finish it at home; it’s in uber-large print, so if I read it at school I’ll be afraid that people are looking over my shoulder and reading my book. I’m paranoid about that. One of my biggest pet peeves is when people are looking over my shoulder when I’m writing. Or reading.
Another thing worth mentioning is the band Gogol Bordello. I heard the song “Start Wearing Purple” a looooong time ago, like months ago, and I had never heard anything like it. I just recently started actually listening to them. The band defines themselves as “gypsy punk”, and I think that’s a pretty accurate description. My mom overheard it, and she didn’t like it at all. Well, that’s pretty much her reaction to most of my music. She said “Rachel, this sounds like beer-drinking music!”
By the way, does anyone know how to change the time and date on this silly thing? It says it’s April 12, 2009 at 1:01 am, but it’s actually April 11, 2009 at 3:28 pm. I’m still new to all this blog stuff.
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