tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75190718367104983602024-03-13T14:21:13.680-07:00blog-casting from the 951rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-90661341865371914932010-04-25T21:56:00.000-07:002010-04-25T21:58:50.587-07:00im dumping blogger.well i guess technically i already dumped it. <div><br /></div><div>or at least neglected it for a few months. </div><div><br /></div><div>but i have been using tumblr a little more regularly. </div><div><br /></div><div>so if you would like to follow me at <a href="http://raychillw.tumblr.com/">raychillw.tumblr.com</a> that is where you will find future posts. </div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-87183817891643645662010-01-07T04:11:00.000-08:002010-01-07T04:22:01.205-08:00not my senior semester.if everything went according to plan i would be graduating in 4 months. <div>most of my closest friends are graduating in 4 months.</div><div>my roommates are graduating in 4 months. </div><div>a lot of my friends from high school are graduating in 4 months. </div><div><br /></div><div>i am not graduating in 4 months. </div><div>i changed majors a few times. </div><div>i took a lot of expensive naps my freshman year (ie did not pass a few classes).</div><div>i decided to double major (art and graphic design are two separate programs, fyi).</div><div><br /></div><div>this is just a weird place to be. today was the first day of classes and everyone is talking about their FINAL SEMESTER. but it's not mine. </div><div><br /></div><div>i mean on the plus side i get to avoid the "real world" a little longer. </div><div><br /></div><div>i love being at cbu. i love the community. i love that i can always find a group of people to hang out with. but next year, while i will still be here, most of the people who make this place so incredible will not. </div><div><br /></div><div>i'll miss you guys.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-12603406568775157532009-12-31T01:48:00.000-08:002009-12-31T02:02:33.668-08:00just kidding.i changed a few of the classes i was taking.<div><br /></div><div>this is my updated schedule... not that anyone cares. well except for those two anonymous people who left comments asking me to look at their hot new pics on my last blog... (i need to change my commenting settings)</div><div><br /></div><div>m/w/f 10-11 advanced art</div><div>m/w/f 11-12 the history of modern america</div><div>mon 2-5 advanced typography</div><div>wed 2-5 drawing:perspective</div><div>tues/thurs 2- 3:20 color, theory and application </div><div>online- web design, html and css</div><div><br /></div><div>i have to take alternative chapel. which means i have to listen to the chapel podcasts and take an online quiz because my classes conflict with the chapel times. </div><div><br /></div><div>i decided i should at least take one general ed class, that way next semester i will have a more balanced schedule of design/art/gen ed classes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-2065935102225099412009-12-22T14:15:00.001-08:002009-12-22T14:23:13.607-08:00school.i finally registered for my spring classes. <div><br /></div><div>next semester i am taking 18 units of art and graphic design classes... no general ed for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>my schedule is:</div><div><br /></div><div>m/w/f 10-11 advanced art</div><div>mononday 2-5 advanced typography</div><div>tuesday/thursday 2-3:20 color: theory and application</div><div>tuesday/thursday 4:30-5:50 film as a visual art</div><div>friday 2-5 advanced image</div><div>and one online class: web design and css</div><div><br /></div><div>im pretty happy with it. on m/w/f my first class is at 10</div><div>tues/thurs my first class is at 2 in the afternoon!</div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-78234884885648433582009-12-11T12:25:00.000-08:002009-12-11T12:35:52.094-08:00one of those weeks.i don't know what it is but december has been hard.<div><br /></div><div>today i had to do some photo retouching in one of my classes and im using a picture that i took in louisiana.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvZXohY3UN7Ar4lcvK-C3ZhLLij7fg3AIKccCZaJjD_OYAZgTIa3E-gbkXaqSvBLFADvxW-O3I6AmQTWxC6qETM5342UeyMu9cbSJlZ2fxfZE74ADSa2GrgJPGxkqy-tIMIa9V-wSjzE/s1600-h/RachelWFinalNew.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvZXohY3UN7Ar4lcvK-C3ZhLLij7fg3AIKccCZaJjD_OYAZgTIa3E-gbkXaqSvBLFADvxW-O3I6AmQTWxC6qETM5342UeyMu9cbSJlZ2fxfZE74ADSa2GrgJPGxkqy-tIMIa9V-wSjzE/s320/RachelWFinalNew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414078156112141570" /></a>im really missing that period in my life. it was hard. but i just grew so much and learned so much about myself. <div><br /></div><div>why do i get all nostalgic like this?</div><div>i just thought i spelled nostalgic incorrectly so i looked it up.</div><div>yep... nostalgic is fo sho how i am feeling.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><span class="pg" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: inline; font-style: italic; ">–noun</span><table class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; width: 455px; "><tbody style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><td width="35" class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; ">1.</td><td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; ">a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time: <span class="ital-inline" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-style: italic; ">a nostalgia for his college days.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><table class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; width: 455px; "><tbody style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><td width="35" class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; ">2.</td><td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; ">something that elicits or displays nostalgia.</td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div><br /></div><div>in other news... my hands still have some gorilla glue on them. it has been three days. the napkin bits are mostly gone but my hands look all dry and peely but also shiny. and i can't snap. </div><div></div><div></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-5327850955234194372009-12-09T01:27:00.000-08:002009-12-09T01:46:49.075-08:00glue.yesterday i was scolded for neglecting my blog.<div><br /></div><div>tonight i was working on my stupid model gallery project. i felt like i was in fourth grade building a model of a mission or something. only this time i didn't have my dad to help and give me guidance. </div><div><br /></div><div>first i had to go to walmart (ew) (but thanks for taking me jackie!) because target was closed.</div><div><br /></div><div>so i got home and measured and drew up the blue prints on the foam core. and then it was time to cut. i got all the walls and stuff cut out and i was ready to glue. </div><div><br /></div><div>while gluing everything together i got a little gorilla glue on my hands. i tried washing them with soap and water. that only seemed to make everything worse. corinne suggested trying nail polish remover. that didn't remove the glue... instead pieces of the cotton ball that i was using to wipe it off just got stuck to my hand. </div><div><br /></div><div>i ended up soaking my hands in hot soapy water and scrubbing with some exfoliating face wash for about 20 minutes. now my skin just feels rough and weird. </div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-18887852887990965292009-10-28T02:01:00.000-07:002009-10-28T02:27:34.208-07:00peeing in class.ok, first of all i know "peeing" isn't the most ladylike term. i should say "using the restroom" or something like that. but i'm lazy. <div>although, explaining that probably took just as long. if not longer. </div><div><br /></div><div>well.</div><div>i have a problem. i am totally not comfortable with leaving in the middle of a class to use the bathroom. there are a few reasons for this. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-i feel like its awkward to stand up in the middle of class and walk out</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-its equally, if not more, awkward to ask for permission to leave</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-i think it's kinda rude to leave while the professor is lecturing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-what if i miss something important while i am out of class</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-what if i get back to class and the professor opens it up for discussion, then i will have no idea about what has already been covered</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(side note: a pet peeve of mine is when people ask questions about things that have clearly been covered... just pay attention... you are wasting everyone's time)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-what if there is a line when i get to the bathroom? and then i have to wait? and then i get back and everyone wonders what i did in there... so awkward!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-</span></div><div><br /></div><div>basically i just can't do it.</div><div>today in my christian social ethics class i had to go. i had to go bad.</div><div>it was 2:30. that three hour class goes till 5. the first week of school my classmates decided that instead of taking our allotted break halfway through the class we would rather get out of class 10 minutes early. </div><div><br /></div><div>so it is 2:30 and i have to "hold it" till 4:30 at best. </div><div>around 3:30 im freaking out. i am probably majorly doing the potty dance in my seat. i am thinking that maybe i will have to break my streak of never peeing during a class and just excuse myself. </div><div><br /></div><div>oh but i can't do that. if it was just a normal day maybe i would... but no. it is not a normal day, my professor's mentor came to talk to us. this is the man that inspired dr stumpf to teach. i can't just get up and leave in the middle of his lecture. </div><div><br /></div><div>at 4 he has us break into groups to discuss something. and i think that maybe now is my chance. but just as i get up the courage to go he starts lecturing again. </div><div><br /></div><div>i feel like i might pass out. i start picking away at my nail polish to take my mind off it. i don't know if i can make it. but now it's 4:15, wayyyy to late to get up and go. what if i leave and then class ends while im gone. and i have to come back to an empty class room. or what if all the students are gone but my professor stayed to make sure i was ok. maybe at that point i just wouldn't go back for my stuff.</div><div><br /></div><div>finally the end is in sight. it's that point in class when it is acceptable to begin slowly packing up your stuff. i get everything together and put my backpack on. i can't sit still. the pain is so bad. i am planning on running to the bathroom, i have plotted my route in my mind. </div><div><br /></div><div>class dismissed. i sprint to the bathroom. relief. </div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-74247314314444048812009-10-13T23:29:00.000-07:002009-10-13T23:56:35.678-07:00gallery methods.<div>my favorite class this semester is gallery methods. </div><div>the 8 of us in the class are responsible for maintaining our on campus gallery. so far i have learned how to hang art, i have filled tons of nail holes, and i have painted a few walls. </div><div><br /></div><div>the other thing my class does is put together the student art competition. we were supposed to put a poster together for the comp. and this is what kelly and i came up with.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3c702q-ELqV1iiWuHeS7bDGuGGcHuG4G4p3CAXxnBuZbJ6u4h3ie8KblZLzRSOi7pg6B0syfbiP071bXGBHUSvaSB7zqPpkY16bWc1bPs4sgeYIPdEuzVeMeQXrXO6ckwxQ3TVdTPJ4/s1600-h/art+comp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3c702q-ELqV1iiWuHeS7bDGuGGcHuG4G4p3CAXxnBuZbJ6u4h3ie8KblZLzRSOi7pg6B0syfbiP071bXGBHUSvaSB7zqPpkY16bWc1bPs4sgeYIPdEuzVeMeQXrXO6ckwxQ3TVdTPJ4/s320/art+comp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392342582957554578" /></a>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-80022289025883581432009-10-12T21:21:00.000-07:002009-10-12T21:33:57.067-07:00twirp.<div>a few weeks ago was twirp (the woman is required to pay) week at cbu. it's basically a whole week of sadie hawkins things to do. girls get pretty creative when asking the guys out to the different events. </div><div><br /></div><div>jillian and i decided to twirp our friends sam and andrew. we made a whole picture puzzle scavenger hunt for them and with the help of our roommates and a lot of hours being creative together we pulled it off. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjIEx6QZAkAiTA_S0v6ktIAbu8JMJCmWA9mjFzQLQBSwvANbrN8tPX28o1jPACi4Cjoe21IOsOYHrRuoHRY22wqAyGMnXPo7UekRA0msggr4QnavkuDeGFrYhLtQYISvty9N-viz0658/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjIEx6QZAkAiTA_S0v6ktIAbu8JMJCmWA9mjFzQLQBSwvANbrN8tPX28o1jPACi4Cjoe21IOsOYHrRuoHRY22wqAyGMnXPo7UekRA0msggr4QnavkuDeGFrYhLtQYISvty9N-viz0658/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391935659364886514" /></a>we took the guys to knotts scary farm. and scary it was. none of us had been before so we weren't quite sure what we were getting ourselves into. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyrrFt0_FwECLwQRlEY5WdmIPZFzZs3oJTpneih2BtRCLtihZwOjm9HbBLhYoDgaViNPspNtq_igj2fxoQKe_jKClIJRpUrXKmz6Txaq86orrSZq5PwlH_ooAvIIbIqfhMli3j_ROWW0/s1600-h/6935_513744775581_139000963_30550803_6174907_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyrrFt0_FwECLwQRlEY5WdmIPZFzZs3oJTpneih2BtRCLtihZwOjm9HbBLhYoDgaViNPspNtq_igj2fxoQKe_jKClIJRpUrXKmz6Txaq86orrSZq5PwlH_ooAvIIbIqfhMli3j_ROWW0/s320/6935_513744775581_139000963_30550803_6174907_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391935652429157826" /></a>at first i was terrified. and i just didn't want to be there. but by the end of the night it was kinda the same thing over and over again. so the monsters popping out of the fog and chasing us down the streets didn't phase me anymore. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAbYpatQ4ZlzQFjmECPRNGiM9Hmv-yMDElDRZTvdugJ-fy_E3x_89H7jYCWhyphenhyphen9tgBcGhy1bsxZ68qVLd61GYULZPTWAet6YaOKEBOIyJ-5k5UozR5sS6IHYp7n_mIMrnq_6aV8ztyh6zo/s1600-h/6935_513744765601_139000963_30550801_3442172_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAbYpatQ4ZlzQFjmECPRNGiM9Hmv-yMDElDRZTvdugJ-fy_E3x_89H7jYCWhyphenhyphen9tgBcGhy1bsxZ68qVLd61GYULZPTWAet6YaOKEBOIyJ-5k5UozR5sS6IHYp7n_mIMrnq_6aV8ztyh6zo/s320/6935_513744765601_139000963_30550801_3442172_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391935641809298450" /></a></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-27936889058893679082009-10-11T16:40:00.000-07:002009-10-12T01:30:53.595-07:00grandpalast sunday i got the phone call that my grandpa had passed away. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTeowJBu-qrI8kICU7o1TBZ9vB_U7i3Eq4mLM9VowqJI83fkefdWNRad9E-VWl6K0bhQTzxssW2J_zxmmHg9SqQt0hnIh5AIO0WrsardfyQkE5kPlrUQzQh4uXwETP0hdYD3kCKElOJ8/s1600-h/n139000937_30205921_582.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTeowJBu-qrI8kICU7o1TBZ9vB_U7i3Eq4mLM9VowqJI83fkefdWNRad9E-VWl6K0bhQTzxssW2J_zxmmHg9SqQt0hnIh5AIO0WrsardfyQkE5kPlrUQzQh4uXwETP0hdYD3kCKElOJ8/s320/n139000937_30205921_582.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391503181916665026" /></a>his funeral was thursday and while it was hard but it was so encouraging to know that he was a believer and i know that he is in heaven right now.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6x-P5qDoYb9lHIavxuOl3p6Dw1JPDFEeSvJSn7E5Rgzlz96gTj_apAxauDUP1x3CktTnuqMoFJgyLYN6uqyFe2rtUL1RSVORI50WvTsvlxfXHCQwyTkvV0KsQqW7OmXxXt4In_JgtMA/s1600-h/n139000937_30205909_6181.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6x-P5qDoYb9lHIavxuOl3p6Dw1JPDFEeSvJSn7E5Rgzlz96gTj_apAxauDUP1x3CktTnuqMoFJgyLYN6uqyFe2rtUL1RSVORI50WvTsvlxfXHCQwyTkvV0KsQqW7OmXxXt4In_JgtMA/s320/n139000937_30205909_6181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391503174967714850" /></a><br />"a quiet man of integrity, Bill will be remembered for his sometimes unique approach to problem solving"</div><div><br /></div><div>so true. one of my favorite memories of grandpa would be when jacob was climbing a tree and ripped his shorts. so grandpa used a hot glue gun to fix his shorts. </div><div><br /></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-14463720535845703922009-09-22T22:05:00.000-07:002009-09-22T22:57:39.048-07:00sorry for the lack of blogs.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrqOj0ahj8gPC-fk3V6Iw73Se6fia92pkR9T-P8hHrmyOPcJS7S64xtnaBp6vrNLij_vYxDFZhNV8X84PZjRChp7dobMDIrZ_ML2yZWEx8ErpAuwe7SlrMF8rzunEmHUJuVywTX0G0lw/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrqOj0ahj8gPC-fk3V6Iw73Se6fia92pkR9T-P8hHrmyOPcJS7S64xtnaBp6vrNLij_vYxDFZhNV8X84PZjRChp7dobMDIrZ_ML2yZWEx8ErpAuwe7SlrMF8rzunEmHUJuVywTX0G0lw/s320/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384532363683699074" /></a>hmm. this photo booth pic does not look good. <div>it was brought to my attention (by jillian) that it had been almost a month since i had blogged. </div><div><br /></div><div>i am back at cbu. i am so glad to be back. i just love living so close to all my friends and just having the community around me. </div><div><br /></div><div>in other news i am the design editor for the banner. despite having no experience with InDesign i was able to get the job, and i have been learning so much and putting in a lot of hours. im really thankful to have this opportunity. </div><div>so go pick up a banner and tell me what you think. </div><div><br /></div><div>ill update more i promise. but really its hard to keep the blog alive when i am constantly twittering. </div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-41761079401649650332009-08-28T23:42:00.000-07:002009-08-29T00:07:03.366-07:00oregon.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01PxsgRVijpwsL4XLnvHZDZvyWYfQJP5UM40he5ESvXpDwD7JwIF2JLLS8WQdUWsKgjt7Gd9asctm1A5D1DnOTWK2QWz-Xxvi9lpfl-EDnMOM1ckrwA_NugiCRYQ2H2q4I23BTeBWUC8/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJhBlSNEJpK4UBjgwr1ixAXxTdyTIlP2wA9GNX3pPlbM9_pjwGDp5EzagCbloiaaH7NX1s-IZw2LJEMGgIGzVpkjqVAHx_lOhHo77gaQJtT8ejFbrU_zoOQ0CIncAwpP15xDNARXdKpk/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUvszMVFutxkI5vIrOk0e_OGFZo_dCukeSk_TkBSvSzWd54Eu9kTFvZ7ZUfMFG4U7mxgWxQ_Qy5T1TXp0sMX81eaBqrNslJ8j1lcVXPs3eBPqLpaWzeRMmqONKiLiiew_XPxGmMBKm3k/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"></a>I always seem to have random adventures with alisha. <div>We left riverside wednesday, our plan was simple:</div><div>1. wednesday- go to redding california to drop heather off at simpson</div><div>2. thursday- drive through oregon and stop in vancouver washington at courtney's house</div><div>3. friday- go to alisha's school in kirkland and move her in and then spend the day in seattle</div><div><br /></div><div>but that is not what happened. </div><div><br /></div><div>her car broke down in southern oregon. we were stopped on the side of the i-5. we got towed. we were waiting for the tow truck to get to us and decided to be productive and paint our nails.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUvszMVFutxkI5vIrOk0e_OGFZo_dCukeSk_TkBSvSzWd54Eu9kTFvZ7ZUfMFG4U7mxgWxQ_Qy5T1TXp0sMX81eaBqrNslJ8j1lcVXPs3eBPqLpaWzeRMmqONKiLiiew_XPxGmMBKm3k/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375274088352027618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div> got a room at the seven feathers casino in canyonville oregon. population: 1400. we were pretty much the onlyt ones at the hotel who didn't qualify for a senior discount. </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJhBlSNEJpK4UBjgwr1ixAXxTdyTIlP2wA9GNX3pPlbM9_pjwGDp5EzagCbloiaaH7NX1s-IZw2LJEMGgIGzVpkjqVAHx_lOhHo77gaQJtT8ejFbrU_zoOQ0CIncAwpP15xDNARXdKpk/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375274092690954306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div>here's leesh at dinenr surrounded by old ladies. </div><div>after dinner we went into town to check out the pioneer days... canyonville's celebration of oregon's 150th birthday. it was cute. we swear by this point the whole town knew there were two girls there from california whose car had broke down in their town. </div><div><br /></div><div>we were both tired from the day and we went to bed early. thursday morn the car was ready to go so we were on our way to vancouver washington to court's house. we made it and then went back down to portland for the evening. </div><div><br /></div><div>made a stop at voodoo doughnuts. i had a maple bacon bar</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01PxsgRVijpwsL4XLnvHZDZvyWYfQJP5UM40he5ESvXpDwD7JwIF2JLLS8WQdUWsKgjt7Gd9asctm1A5D1DnOTWK2QWz-Xxvi9lpfl-EDnMOM1ckrwA_NugiCRYQ2H2q4I23BTeBWUC8/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01PxsgRVijpwsL4XLnvHZDZvyWYfQJP5UM40he5ESvXpDwD7JwIF2JLLS8WQdUWsKgjt7Gd9asctm1A5D1DnOTWK2QWz-Xxvi9lpfl-EDnMOM1ckrwA_NugiCRYQ2H2q4I23BTeBWUC8/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375274102702228898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>delish. i really love cities, and portland was no exception. it seemed so clean and i love all the trees surrounding it. after that we went to a bible study.<div><br /></div><div>tomorrow we leave for alisha's school. we are moving her into the dorms and then going into seattle to explore. </div><div><br /></div><div>we have met so many weird/random/interesting people on our trip so far... and im not going home till wednesday, so only God knows what elese is in store for us. </div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-18424990376824525042009-08-04T23:37:00.000-07:002009-08-05T00:08:54.764-07:00The office.<div style="text-align: center;">AHHHHHHH!</div><div>ok. today heather, edgar and I decided to go into la to find a random adventure. on the way there we were looking on the iphone for "top FREE things to do in la and that sort of thing</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div>We found the address for the exterior filming of the Scranton Business park and the Dunder Miffilin parking lot so we decided to go.</div><div><br /></div><div>we pulled up and there's Andy (david wallace) standing outside talking to some fans from texas. he was so nice and he remembered our names and introduced us to some sound people who came over to tell him that he was going to start filming. Andy told us we could watch his scene with John (jim) from the parking lot. so we waited.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdQOLE4uj5hsTTmW1NF7qKH3RzL1wZ5r3mrGn_UDNuBapaVe6y41S98GZavfrVMI53S6mbcqxZRGB9BpP-oLUcF4So1JzKMdUR0Jnl5ONUlLu3HL0thIYIJWUPdJnz1lyR_aq-jmUunA/s320/IMG_5090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366366619279825330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>and we saw them film but i honestly have no idea what happened in the scene except for a serious conversation between jim and david wallace that ended with jim walking away.</div><div><br /></div><div>but then we waited by the exit and oscar drove up to the gate, parked his car, and got out to take a picture with us. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_16C_7trovscy6hDsezIcN9LdG_sSTXzdbT2ocyC5oSS-ueUO3vidHtLzW860z_cP9ViDmdp244KEQ020FlNMjLJHdTYftpALnh_voS4QaHG1dreJgReQR-p95D5ABWCEY9qjjpUdnc/s1600-h/IMG_5108.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_16C_7trovscy6hDsezIcN9LdG_sSTXzdbT2ocyC5oSS-ueUO3vidHtLzW860z_cP9ViDmdp244KEQ020FlNMjLJHdTYftpALnh_voS4QaHG1dreJgReQR-p95D5ABWCEY9qjjpUdnc/s320/IMG_5108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366366632993934418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>and then the same thing happened with Kate (Meridith)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia310MuCQVo_CiOHvcQPCt4TfFL9I4fTuAVA9foEIxoumXt_eMHvg5lVhICBxCz3HWoEbcq_8LJTy7aTFQFXjQOLZRWcoSERaA1ailtSfigqhak0rH19boKONzmu1oYef1qVicNVRV2PE/s1600-h/IMG_5113.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia310MuCQVo_CiOHvcQPCt4TfFL9I4fTuAVA9foEIxoumXt_eMHvg5lVhICBxCz3HWoEbcq_8LJTy7aTFQFXjQOLZRWcoSERaA1ailtSfigqhak0rH19boKONzmu1oYef1qVicNVRV2PE/s320/IMG_5113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366366640015695298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>we waited a few more minutes and saw John Krasinski getting into his car. and we were excited. and then he drove off the lot and waved and we thought he wasn't going to stop. but he totally did. basically parked his car in the street and took a picture with us. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieW2GutkQP_gQur7KABSsGTTVqUDoSldOwF-rDaKpVlR9cE-6hZ7kNPgMxjVR-3w5GC3h_6UQx0n20IYGfRhaZ1wwjfG-mVdzVkGiTM_BEmnFp-W7apKTv4GjxTxKWR75hd9_b59rTls8/s320/IMG_5116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366367581708782722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>apparently people just started coming two weeks ago, before this season they didn't even have security guards or anything. so if you want to take a trip to scranton i suggest doing it before they get too swamped with fans. </div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-72943800000788463342009-08-02T03:51:00.000-07:002009-08-02T05:09:09.110-07:00tadpoleing and marshmallow feet.<div>i don't know what it is. </div><div>but i just do not feel like writing sentences and paragraphs and stuff.</div><div>so i just upload videos. </div><div>i think it might be that i have been on summer break for 3 months now. </div><div>im entering the last month of break.</div><div>here we go august. let's make this a good month.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>please enjoy this video of alisha, ellise, and cayla hanging out at the canyon crest town center tadpoling in the little stream. </div><div>seriously. i love summer and the random things that happen.</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw3J36ZKTWGovn2gsx2G2fTkmH5j6_hc9OxorE8s1lLXAPqllFkfSoyiAN6d7iGmIUc_mOUZm3WAFtcB_d6uQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>and here is another video. </div><div>this is a game we played at jr high youth group. </div><div>i feel like someone should make some sort of fear factor/amazing race/wipeout for 12-14 year olds. i know it would be entertaining. </div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyHBwlBwh8b3EF6zd1UnMXkFNnlPLo7h7I5VKPxwKokdtAbcbXuYl0klosPEXmP-Q7mvcqtEbc5YgzIiObsHw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>seriously.</div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-37188992258046357812009-07-18T10:48:00.000-07:002009-07-23T14:10:26.040-07:00summer camp.Last week i went to jr high summer camp at thousand pines. <div>i had a blast. i learned so much. and my team won the recreation competition. (go stealth strikers!)</div><div>i had 11 crazy girls in my yurt. (a yurt is dome shaped tent thing. think parent trap.)</div><div><br /></div><div>please enjoy this video of my girls beating each other up. </div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx20PkeNWY1R2Zx7j1QuXVIpsnsXY_WOFEBKBReuUyx12dTH3iQYEarUvMw7nLg0XnULjH2ZaaH8zukHPFSpg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-76422545729768028772009-07-11T23:48:00.000-07:002009-07-12T00:02:59.196-07:00chicago.<div>last week i spent my 21st birthday in chicago.</div><div>i had an amazing time.</div><div>i really love big cities. i love taking public transportation. i love being surrounded by thousands of people i do not know. i love talking to strangers. </div><div>i got to stay with my friend emily, she goes to school at loyola university. i really liked all her friends. we hung out with her rugby team a few nights. they are crazy. i feel like they would have all played water polo if they lived in so cal. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGoMAYOtBXAGLWabukBXvnSrAjru8q7q7qVUHAvao_Ric9EE979IAaMXIjs77efXCNKSZKk-tNMHMiOezCVcbe8N6HApoinr14n8Uq2nhSNx5OeydxBBwLYjTUmBp_Zf1KjDIGXEBqka0/s1600-h/IMG_4035.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJbcYirzX7w6kIg0FXC5USjPyr79BPkroepN5OMSVJntP4XfO4PK_BElANI3tRs8pc47SL8cWSoXT9Hl5jWi9hU9gWtZt3sGOlXqnx7CENj_QWMPPzpvSzCcvWK_Ut6fPamDOVnH3MTaw/s320/IMG_4021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357463439188648098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7i6aMiJ8Zo-Gj2XJ5nOhwaSGLRlNC-zGYCTGQjZV3_urdLHZO7bf08Hk754HfLNMDPpG1-eOoccGr0IRl2SfU16VSSLeeVwWRsgCKxBfixjYFu85rLArqZxAnRTNlwfTXIlm1vzGjJ4/s1600-h/IMG_4011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7i6aMiJ8Zo-Gj2XJ5nOhwaSGLRlNC-zGYCTGQjZV3_urdLHZO7bf08Hk754HfLNMDPpG1-eOoccGr0IRl2SfU16VSSLeeVwWRsgCKxBfixjYFu85rLArqZxAnRTNlwfTXIlm1vzGjJ4/s320/IMG_4011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357463432583798946" /></a>i have been out of state for my past three birthdays. <div>19- cambodia</div><div>20- louisiana</div><div>21- chicago</div><div>where will i be on my 22nd?</div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-58387856199163878792009-07-10T01:14:00.000-07:002009-07-10T01:36:17.497-07:00blaaaaaaaaaah.ok. i just got back from the longest day at disneyland ever. <div>it was a really fun day untill the 14th hour when i got cranky. </div><div>please enjoy a video of my lil cousin sammy breaking it down to one of the street bands.</div><div>i'm not quite sure what to call his unique form of irish jig/hip hop. but it makes me laugh. <br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyajzWbFE9OsujUIzXg1dI2dukIDh6FPOqpNAGoNkuBA_Esd7kWCNdUSC_dK-HZPj7aDa9NS429lJs9aITIqw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>so tonight we watched fantasmic. its a water/fireworks/video/multimedia experience all about the power of imagination. </div><div>and probably every-time i watch it i get goose bumps. </div><div>and i really have so much i want to say right now but im going to journal it instead. (thanks jillian for the journal, btw).</div><div><br /></div><div>so i originally thought this was going to be a long blog but im going to cut it short and write my thoughts privately now. </div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-55668281238388973272009-06-28T00:23:00.000-07:002009-06-28T00:44:01.626-07:00digital organization.<div>i really like keeping my desktop in order.<div>i like making folders to keep everything in.</div><div><br /></div><div>the only problem is sometimes i weave such a complicated web of folders and extensions that things get filed away forever.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>until i go looking for something and come across these hidden folders again.</div><div>this picture was taking at lunch one day. it was one of those lunches where you just stay in the caf and hang out with like 40 different people and just drink a slurpee and then start playing games and being destructive. </div><div>look at that magic spoon!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2WKReC5CAxUslFT11UOxpKYKLFOPiOKuCH3CcvBsjpLBZxOVeClyONufU7ac9A9luvY-BtCB68xfrHqc4nrBoV_Oiu21q6HqFvsiwrAAMg_624sfiS8kbUTCSAsBUesJ9vj8wEz63IY/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2WKReC5CAxUslFT11UOxpKYKLFOPiOKuCH3CcvBsjpLBZxOVeClyONufU7ac9A9luvY-BtCB68xfrHqc4nrBoV_Oiu21q6HqFvsiwrAAMg_624sfiS8kbUTCSAsBUesJ9vj8wEz63IY/s320/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352278460437895042" /></a><br /><div>i have no idea where i grabbed this illustration from. but i saved it because i really liked the style and everything. the balloon reminds me... if you haven't seen Up! yet get on that!!! i loved it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDdiAku4JOg8kdMBcwFX71pmcUQGgGmgHMGQ0mSeBiiyqxAXIC_nnhe-hvX20HCLFrj0ATd-cKYGTZRVhmrF_mcVigaWUUsD9AVvvBo7H9tgEPMOHOe6SBY4gIhfIkves-1d4jzjs0PN8/s1600-h/6a00d8341ca70953ef01156ff5b176970b-800wi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDdiAku4JOg8kdMBcwFX71pmcUQGgGmgHMGQ0mSeBiiyqxAXIC_nnhe-hvX20HCLFrj0ATd-cKYGTZRVhmrF_mcVigaWUUsD9AVvvBo7H9tgEPMOHOe6SBY4gIhfIkves-1d4jzjs0PN8/s320/6a00d8341ca70953ef01156ff5b176970b-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352278449629704050" /></a>and...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEBldLCs9OQhZmFUUevkoIqY06QyAZVjkogukf_CREm597gPDGHwjZmwuGrbZv-LFO7mZC-maTuGd5ACV-DjXKzICz_Y5XbH3VOcDGQbPAjGb_R8f27BtJ3KaTlio-ySlQBwQzw6UuDis/s1600-h/richard_perez_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEBldLCs9OQhZmFUUevkoIqY06QyAZVjkogukf_CREm597gPDGHwjZmwuGrbZv-LFO7mZC-maTuGd5ACV-DjXKzICz_Y5XbH3VOcDGQbPAjGb_R8f27BtJ3KaTlio-ySlQBwQzw6UuDis/s320/richard_perez_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352278446916176002" /></a><div>bears. raccoons. vampires. lincoln. zombies. kittens. robots vhs tapes. </div><div>obviously. </div></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-84377924636343369912009-06-23T02:35:00.000-07:002009-06-23T21:13:23.580-07:00'bums.<div>as in ALbums.</div><div><div>i like it when abbrevs kinda don't really work.</div><div><br /></div><div>i have talked about this before but if some unknown person some how stumbled upon my itunes library they would probably be confused as to what kinda person i am. i have so much random music. and usually listen to it on shuffle. or i create a genius playlist. or i listen to one of the many playlists i have created. but lately i have been keeping the family together as the artists intended. there are some albums that just have good flow. that need to be heard in order. that are best kept in a set.</div><div>i mean no one wants to break up the band.</div><div><br /></div><div>some (al)bums i recommend you listen to in their entirety.</div><div><br /></div><div>manchester orchestra, mean everything to nothing</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqO7oPAv-xImQHjztERx76nv9qGIe-3bBy9t7b-Kr85vCIWk07Wcxf7mAbziQcgzGOAoVKv1Fvwl0vy83F93XJGiKZEmxbJ3eny2qBChPFN_4bnKekXC0x8g_mmamPUN77S3ntsgUbpo/s1600-h/Manchester+Orchestra.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqO7oPAv-xImQHjztERx76nv9qGIe-3bBy9t7b-Kr85vCIWk07Wcxf7mAbziQcgzGOAoVKv1Fvwl0vy83F93XJGiKZEmxbJ3eny2qBChPFN_4bnKekXC0x8g_mmamPUN77S3ntsgUbpo/s200/Manchester+Orchestra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350457774735400962" /></a>kanye west, 808s and heartbreak<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgda2ww5XWrfIZSaW7019iEI2wLBR6zl68-Fsb33Kp1G6zd5F-r44-rQjyg-Zz7iDIqmCV03zhZCWmfnZEOHRIebgDz9BynJWlROJY-MPbCeSNTV8lzgzou-tBqpruTqdxGFzAAkNNgY/s1600-h/kanye-west-808s-heartbreak-kaws-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgda2ww5XWrfIZSaW7019iEI2wLBR6zl68-Fsb33Kp1G6zd5F-r44-rQjyg-Zz7iDIqmCV03zhZCWmfnZEOHRIebgDz9BynJWlROJY-MPbCeSNTV8lzgzou-tBqpruTqdxGFzAAkNNgY/s200/kanye-west-808s-heartbreak-kaws-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350457772173286834" /></a><br />midlake, the trials of van occupanther<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1K4ilZpduX2QSVhv6LDTVM5nweDL6TBSCp30otdrATNSFH3Yz7VTQwq08M0RztS94oDQOeInut-VInm1aYxvROJVHPM81WsAMS8GJAogLzx3BuOHwos69P4-XKtgXpvFBEPtkOmnJrto/s1600-h/GD4187474@midlake-7771.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1K4ilZpduX2QSVhv6LDTVM5nweDL6TBSCp30otdrATNSFH3Yz7VTQwq08M0RztS94oDQOeInut-VInm1aYxvROJVHPM81WsAMS8GJAogLzx3BuOHwos69P4-XKtgXpvFBEPtkOmnJrto/s200/GD4187474@midlake-7771.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350457765622441074" /></a>phosphorescent, to willie<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvWSOmoWInraDZtrWiDDE9Na5ws1cbOM2hjiVq_qlLhedx_tYveytX61DRcLdTC487CbrX-5bGS_O4hdUCigGGcH35JS4HxU_ujmOhc-YMz0Qx4Ehhi4CShjJHqrpPXeKnuED3CDUuZk/s1600-h/cd+phosphorescent.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvWSOmoWInraDZtrWiDDE9Na5ws1cbOM2hjiVq_qlLhedx_tYveytX61DRcLdTC487CbrX-5bGS_O4hdUCigGGcH35JS4HxU_ujmOhc-YMz0Qx4Ehhi4CShjJHqrpPXeKnuED3CDUuZk/s200/cd+phosphorescent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350457758331087698" /></a>and mewithoutyou, it's all crazy! it's all false! it's all a dream! it's alright.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgNbnSeDiI-EcvszpVdZM4yobaZjXJwBy3Vyo4aQay02BAL4t3XufMqGEmpiw8IlhDcUKo1wAaFuOF9qX-x0QO5fEzKK2kspFiWhrS2aSPsdZ8mjZx4K85pXPR6eQjjRg44hywGBkNrkw/s1600-h/25sy3vr.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgNbnSeDiI-EcvszpVdZM4yobaZjXJwBy3Vyo4aQay02BAL4t3XufMqGEmpiw8IlhDcUKo1wAaFuOF9qX-x0QO5fEzKK2kspFiWhrS2aSPsdZ8mjZx4K85pXPR6eQjjRg44hywGBkNrkw/s200/25sy3vr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350457751366132882" /></a>yes.rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-38746588618931208712009-06-23T01:11:00.000-07:002009-06-23T01:28:30.332-07:00blog about my lack of blogs.i love blogging. but lately i have been slacking. liz told me i needed to blog. so here it goes.<div><br /></div><div>i used to go through life thinking "oh this would make a perfect blog" and then i would get home and type it out. maybe include a picture or two. add a few links and call it a day.</div><div><br /></div><div>and now i just don't have those thoughts. if something particularly noteworthy happens throughout the day i will just twitter about it. and then i get home and look at my blog and know that i want to post something but then i just don't have anything new to share. especially considering the fact that most of you who read this also follow me on twitter. </div><div><br /></div><div>so i am going to try to recap the summer so far:</div><div>movies, quelf, friends, jr high, adventures, watchers, sleep-overs, bbqs, beach, disneyland, secrets, parties, nocturnal, art, music, family, nail polish, building, cleaning, change, catching up, guitar hero, how i met your mother, gossip girl, up!, derassi, say yes to the dress, lemonade, sunshine, wii, good byes, isp send offs, los angeles, and new friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>things i am looking forward to:</div><div>chicago for my birthday!</div><div>summer camp!</div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-76949462615583955032009-06-19T13:24:00.000-07:002009-06-19T13:33:05.117-07:00movies.it has been drawn to my attention that there are a lot of "classic movies" that i just have not seen. movies such as<div><br /></div><div><ul><li>signs</li><li>the ring</li><li>risky business</li><li>dumb an dumber</li><li>the goonies</li><li>godfather</li><li>monty python</li><li>indiana jones</li><li>termanator</li><li>the matrix</li><li>braveheart</li><li>the bourne movies</li><li>final destination</li></ul><div>so if anyone out there thinks that i just simply MUST watch one of these movies then i am down. movie night?</div></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-72204417437621154382009-06-03T09:42:00.000-07:002009-06-03T09:55:41.267-07:00salvation mountain.<div>yesterday i went on an adventure to salvation mountain with alisha, josiah, and kevin.</div><div>seriously the coolest thing ever.</div><div><a href="http://www.salvationmountain.us/">check it out! </a></div><div>can i please do something awesome and meaningful with my life please?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUK08_x0lulKbGTAAdgnFE00haIMAmzefEzO4hdY_6SDgh5QckUOHJHRcBoG0xl9EFETsT2nTE1Npqt_Y9dnVv2eJ8qHOrI-CGi2uJFE_k_Oz8koLDLnAfemEqSeBEps9xu8NjHBd7n7U/s1600-h/n545743588_1966157_5081006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUK08_x0lulKbGTAAdgnFE00haIMAmzefEzO4hdY_6SDgh5QckUOHJHRcBoG0xl9EFETsT2nTE1Npqt_Y9dnVv2eJ8qHOrI-CGi2uJFE_k_Oz8koLDLnAfemEqSeBEps9xu8NjHBd7n7U/s320/n545743588_1966157_5081006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343143621341245426" /></a>on the way there we stayed on the 10 a little too long and ended up in the middle of nowhere. <div>it was a cool place for a quick photo tho.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcV2ffWvlzN9fA326eBpwU6yOlkhwcc8zLfbWfb2y2LllTriT4mdEJC2wsrjrZdlKqMv5Bkoa_Tl0DuqpPunH-Ti4rlHfs3X4-Mr5GYtM_oUxDefaWtMvNVBMkRgKJjMZNfEmnbstgvB4/s1600-h/4690_83451113588_545743588_1966179_4755442_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcV2ffWvlzN9fA326eBpwU6yOlkhwcc8zLfbWfb2y2LllTriT4mdEJC2wsrjrZdlKqMv5Bkoa_Tl0DuqpPunH-Ti4rlHfs3X4-Mr5GYtM_oUxDefaWtMvNVBMkRgKJjMZNfEmnbstgvB4/s320/4690_83451113588_545743588_1966179_4755442_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343143623218495698" /></a>the self timer feature on cameras was a wonderful invention.<br />seriously i have had a great summer so far. i have loved spending time with lots of different people and getting to do some awesome things.</div><div>1 month down.</div><div>3 more to go!</div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-51114207587599488262009-06-01T00:28:00.000-07:002009-06-01T00:49:13.295-07:00things i want.let me just be materialistic for a while. <div><br /></div><div>things i want:</div><div>an awesome blossom/bloomin onion</div><div>hot and sour soup</div><div>horseback riding</div><div>new episodes of degrassi</div><div>longer eyelashes</div><div>this delish watermelon lemonade that i invented once</div><div>a phone that i can talk on that doesn't sound like everything is distant</div><div>to get a really bad sunburn and then have it turn into a tan and have a little bit of my skin peel off</div><div>a swim with a beluga whale</div><div>dreadlocks</div><div>love</div><div>a clean room</div><div>understanding</div><div>live music</div><div>friendship</div><div>sour patch kids</div><div>the south</div><div>kumquats</div><div>the 6th harry potter book... figures thats the only one i cant find</div><div>my fave salad to come back to panera</div><div>cbu friends to come back to riverside</div><div>pixar's up</div><div>life to be a musical</div><div>people </div><div>people who watch the dumb shows i am into so i can talk about them (skins/the best years)</div><div>100 summer dresses</div><div>more time with family</div><div>more game nights</div><div><br /></div><div>thats all for now.</div><div>sorry for this potentially annoying blog.</div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-37611145240781403162009-05-25T21:24:00.000-07:002009-05-25T21:40:31.591-07:006.58/10<div><a href="anaface.com">anaface.com</a> takes your face and uses geometry to determine how beautiful your face is.</div><div><br /></div><div>from their FAQ page: Our specific algorithm is proprietary, but we take into account many factors from neoclassical beauty, modern research papers, and our own scientific studies/statistical analysis. Examples include things such as comparing innerocular distance to mouth width and nose width to face height.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pVMLC0ZljPDc3h1WurFQ2pmrhSTukVytfuYENl1yK8wZxpE-_5jVt3wsBizUwzyGW7XDS-QuWLWGyXpa09zNzcBwxFoSDwMjaIPol8kcXZbBpIqSgoVbyQIlrmp70VDCxM5KTEZdrW0/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pVMLC0ZljPDc3h1WurFQ2pmrhSTukVytfuYENl1yK8wZxpE-_5jVt3wsBizUwzyGW7XDS-QuWLWGyXpa09zNzcBwxFoSDwMjaIPol8kcXZbBpIqSgoVbyQIlrmp70VDCxM5KTEZdrW0/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339986019481506466" /></a><br /><div>i got a 6.58</div><div>my eyes are too small. </div><div>and my nose is too wide. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel; ">For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel;">psalm 139</span></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7519071836710498360.post-48411778433900163812009-05-24T02:26:00.000-07:002009-05-24T02:33:25.825-07:00i love southern california.<div>i love so cal. <br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>where else could you plan to go to the beach. then on the way there change your mind and head into hollywood.</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWifZUhr2aLCN6NYfR0VoECO0vSvB_S4h-tS9Yovohz1p_qZl57skJsp2AjtNsp5dvf1IjvgB8lZ0kav-OthTnvVtehnvqXtofkX76Udwrvz1xuG6j8N8qOu-U7loJRDc3zjfRPaSPW8/s1600-h/n670563089_1741868_2286512.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWifZUhr2aLCN6NYfR0VoECO0vSvB_S4h-tS9Yovohz1p_qZl57skJsp2AjtNsp5dvf1IjvgB8lZ0kav-OthTnvVtehnvqXtofkX76Udwrvz1xuG6j8N8qOu-U7loJRDc3zjfRPaSPW8/s320/n670563089_1741868_2286512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320153927804834" /></a>and then drive around bel aire and see michael jackson's house, and the jonas brothers house. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoOXtrC9tWccMZeFE2r6-AM3MQrAxOm2_3wWz22sfDRqR8kio_btScehGVIgRBYNW4bZLQ-DY2RjZoIp48Dy1xmNpkJkKPQTziz5UnWQSLulVaqXYlMd0b3RnPGxT4xzi3pk25ZoRCro/s1600-h/4451_77461353089_670563089_1741865_4279019_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoOXtrC9tWccMZeFE2r6-AM3MQrAxOm2_3wWz22sfDRqR8kio_btScehGVIgRBYNW4bZLQ-DY2RjZoIp48Dy1xmNpkJkKPQTziz5UnWQSLulVaqXYlMd0b3RnPGxT4xzi3pk25ZoRCro/s320/4451_77461353089_670563089_1741865_4279019_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320151394693714" /></a><div>then go back to hollywood blvd and see a taping of the jimmy kimmel show.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then end the night with a trip to the santa monica pier with a ride on the ferris wheel. </div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548042694596096023noreply@blogger.com0