tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278093292024-02-22T03:20:32.956-06:00So little to writeSo much time.rachelle clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613694806523722538noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809329.post-8236132836897707832008-07-07T16:16:00.005-05:002008-07-07T16:47:44.552-05:00i'mma soldieri'm a jerk. it's true. i really am a big, huge jerk most of the time. some really good people are big jerks and they don't particularly mean to be. like tobymac. I was watching an unfinished movie from dc talk's first big tour way back in 1994 or something. they had become a big act and dc talk was no longer just an opening act. toby has a way of pushing things and people to the limit. i found it interesting to watch the portion of the film that focused entirely on just him and the way he treated his bandmates. he was a jerk without trying to be. toby is a humble jerk. today i feel like a big fat jerk.<br /><br />but what was on my mind throughout today was an article i read this morning when i was supposed to be getting ready for college classes. yesterday patrick found an article in dallas morning news about college student interns and how helpful internships are for students. "interns get on fast track." but that wasn't the article i read this morning. i read "tired of the same old drill? army can provide new start." i've honestly always been curious about the thought of joining the military, especially since sarah had her fling with the air force. i have actually almost decided that i will seriously seriously consider joining a branch if i end up a few years removed from a college degree, unable to find any kind of job that i am happy with, and still unmarried. i personally can't see myself unable to find work that i will be content with, as i am already trying to plan out what i want to do even while still in college. but there's still that curiosity about the military, that feeling that i would actually be contently productive and acquire the skills i should have learned growing up. my mom's strange stance against the military even before the war (if I recall correctly) only peaks my curiosity and rebellious side all the more. i'm pretty sure i won't be that scared of the war, especially if obama finds a way to pull us out in one piece. i remember hearing the statistic that it's easier to be hit by a bus out in the street than to be killed in the "war in Iraq." besides, this isn't about the war or supporting a liberal president. this is about me. (but for now i am safe and sound at baylor university whuut!!) <a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/classifieds/news/jobcenter/careeradvice/stories/DN-culpcol_06emp.ART0.State.Edition1.4d60b19.html">http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/classifieds/news/jobcenter/careeradvice/stories/DN-culpcol_06emp.ART0.State.Edition1.4d60b19.html</a> <br /><br />now seriously, i've got to write two essays, read several from the textbook, and still be able to stay krunk! i know i will be able to do this however, because i am listening to seriously dope gypsy beats. getcha some fo real. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Seriously-Good-Music-Gypsy-Beats/dp/B000R7I2SS/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1215466773&sr=8-3">http://www.amazon.com/Seriously-Good-Music-Gypsy-Beats/dp/B000R7I2SS/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1215466773&sr=8-3</a><br /><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml ">
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</div>rachelle clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613694806523722538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809329.post-36876799978348971962008-02-28T22:34:00.005-06:002008-02-28T23:04:37.060-06:00Weird, but true. My first choice was the cover with Toby flying through the air into the crowd...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I just got to see four possible choices for the front cover of Toby's live album (kind of like when I got to choose his last album title? I chose <em>Portable Sounds</em>, and that's what it ended up being). And can I say that all of the choices were aamazing? I was feeling all of them. Odd that two of them featured a cool pic of Toby against a backdrop of a yellow background. This is odd because for <em>Portable Sounds</em>, I had envisioned the disc containing a lot of yellow and black in its color scheme. Yellow just seemed like Toby's color. I told Sarah about it and she understood as well...we began to see these sweet little yellow sports cars and point out, "There's Toby's car..." I guess that sounds weird, but it makes sense to us. Sarah's boyfriend (now husband) even began to point out Toby cars. It makes perfect sense to see Toby riding around with shades in one of those cars. It's just so him.</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w70/03BananaGTVert/ParnelliJonesSaleenNo.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></a><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I finally got to relax tonight and watch some Thursday night basketball. My Lake Show is doing incredible...one of the top three teams in the league, I think. Pau Gasol is doing an amazing job. Kobe was killin', and Derek Fisher is still my hero. I saw the starting lineup and I thought, "Now this is a team that feels classic." It just has that classic feel. I'm excited. I actually played in two intramural bball games here at HSU...one last week and one on Tuesday night. I sucked, but I still want to keep playing. The team I joined (late) lost Tuesday's game, and it knocked us out of the tournament. The team was called "Those Idiots"...funny stuff. The players were all kind, and good players.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Humm...so much going on with music right now. I'm recording some stuff in the studio (where I work) and what I've come up with is definitely interesting. I'll let y'all check it out soon. Leave me some love here if you read this. I want to know if this post is read. Um, I still suck at the violin, but sometimes I really love it. The HSU Orchestra is playing some extremely cool pieces...I hope we can pull it all together for our concert, which is next Friday! We're doing a full requiem with the concert choir, and a piece with an internationally known guest guitarist. It's good stuff. Too bad we'll miss the Newboys at Abilene Christian University. Crummy classical music.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I'm really excited because I can feel God bringing me up and taking me somewhere. I don't know where, but it's gonna be good...I've just gotta make it through haters if people in my life don't like what I'm doing. I don't know where this post came from...I usually can't figure out what I want to say. Now I'm flowin'. I guess my writing class is paying off, or something. Either that or it's just 'cause I write down random stuff in my notebook all the time, and I had a private journal that I was using for my flowing thoughts. Good stuff. Take it easy. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Wait, I think this post came because I don't care what people think anymore.</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml ">
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</div>rachelle clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613694806523722538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809329.post-5573904618591533192007-12-29T17:03:00.001-06:002007-12-30T16:44:34.239-06:00My other birthday presents<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">A not so great birthday present was Benazir Bhutto's death. I wake up and CNN is on (of course...) and the main story says in white letters, "Bhutto has been assassinated." I'm like, "So? It's my birthday!!" Yeah, I really am sorry that she was assassinated, because she was against extremists and militants and terrorists. Pakistan is going crazy now, and the U.S. had a really good ally in Bhutto. I'm not so sure about Musharraf. The U.S. is saying, "Oh crap, what are we gonna do now?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">My sister, the great economist and historian, was very upset about her assassination. "I loved Benazir Bhutto so much, I even dressed up as her for Halloween ten years ago!" This I found quite funny. She put one of those garment things around her head, did the dark eye makeup, and went to a Halloween party. It stunk that she was killed, and it stunk almost as bad that I had to hear about it on CNN all day. Usually CNN doesn't report just one thing all day, so I can keep my sanity a little better. I got to hear what Bush had to think about it, I got to hear what McCain got to say about it (I think my family likes him a little bit? He's apparently probably better able to handle the situation in Iraq...he's just old. Speaking of which, I get to register for voting!), I got to hear what everybody's mother had to say about it. So, Benazir Bhutto, I got to hear all about you on my birthday. You're 54, have three kids probably all under 15, and a husband. You knew the militants were out to assassinate you. You wrote an email that was forwarded to Wolf Blitzer in which you said that you would blame much of your future assassination on Musharraf's inability to protect you with adequate security. You wore unstylish glasses sometimes. The last word you said was Allah. You were running for a third term as Pakistan's prime minister. You were Pakistan's first female prime minister. I think you had two gunshot wounds--one in the neck and one in the back? You died in the hospital an hour after you were hit. John McCain personally knew you. My sister was you for Halloween, and you died on my 18th birthday. Pakistan is now Terror Central, according to CNN! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">But, my early birthday present was a Samsung Upstage II cell phone. It's not a flip phone; it's a very slim "candy bar style" phone. It has an MP3 player, 2.0 megapixel camera, and it's kickass! <a href="http://www.infosyncworld.com/mobility/samsung_upstage.html">(http://www.infosyncworld.com/mobility/samsung_upstage.html</a>) My other presents were some clothes that we went shopping for on the day after Christmas. I'm changing my appearance a little bit during this month and when I return to school. It's going to be fun. I'm really excited about returning for my second semester in college. It's going to be different...new classes, a new job (or two), a different perception about some areas of life, and hopefully I'll be working on some new projects. I'll blog about them if they come into being. But, I'm very excited. My appearance will probably change after I buy myself some personal birthday presents (and, I don't know how I'm going to get all of the money for them until I start working)...I'm going to buy a bunch of CDs (I love music and books!), get an ear cartilage piercing, get some sort of coloring in my hair (never done that before), and buy a symbolic ring. But, I need to know my ring size first. I still feel dumb, so I'm going to make an attempt to read more, even though I'm not sure at this moment which books I should read.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I miss Barnes & Noble! I can't wait to see it when I go back to the metroplex next week!</span><br /><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml"><br /><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml ">
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</div>rachelle clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613694806523722538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809329.post-80048790470010272582007-12-21T02:24:00.000-06:002007-12-21T02:26:35.882-06:00Harsh reality<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Pondering my life as I sit and stare at the walls of my room. Walls that I looked at hundreds upon hundreds of times over the past ten years. The oddness that reaks from the posters of the black basketball players. I thought about tearing them down in the future.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Pondering this past semester, my first semester as a college student in Texas---doing my own laundry, becoming a better musician (or at least gaining more musical knowledge---do I even care anymore?), drinking coffee, agreeing with myself that I don't want to be an accountant. Personal growth...have I grown? The disconnection is still there, but not because I want it to be. And yet through the changes that have been made, so much still remains the same. That terrible off-and-on depression, working against it every day. Silly that I fooled myself into thinking the main problem would mostly go away once I left for college. Not only was it still there, but reinforced almost every day. All the time...and then they'd all leave for the weekend. They would all go <strong>home. </strong>The feeling that I felt when I saw the empty parking lot and knew where they had gone. Home to see their mom and their dad. The visits from happy families, complete happy families and happy friends. The closeness and the bonds that I'll never have. The brokeness from the instant pain that comes ever so quickly, as I walk across campus by myself. That never goes away. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Then, looking at the cold walls of my bedroom. This isn't home.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Silly me, I knew I couldn't run away from all of it, but I thought I could escape most of it. It chases after me, every day. How I respond will determine the outcome of my life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">"This is how you remind me..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml ">
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</div>rachelle clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613694806523722538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809329.post-64867878686454398032007-11-07T22:18:00.000-06:002007-11-08T12:32:50.771-06:00Um...okay...?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaMutvT9z0NftP3Q1yXEMdtjy1kEtwxRBNs-71NId4VuHD9UJrcdRzFZwViIGDmBlNAzaXtPkfMsrNZkp9SJkXUSx7KG1Z0_HhXk7bG7ZEYaU5o9E9yimnMc2sgY_0evs4V9MWw/s1600-h/DSCF2395.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130539206210161410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaMutvT9z0NftP3Q1yXEMdtjy1kEtwxRBNs-71NId4VuHD9UJrcdRzFZwViIGDmBlNAzaXtPkfMsrNZkp9SJkXUSx7KG1Z0_HhXk7bG7ZEYaU5o9E9yimnMc2sgY_0evs4V9MWw/s320/DSCF2395.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">So, today I was late for a trio rehearsal because the women's soccer game went into double overtime and penalty kicks. We played Trinity University, from San Antonio. My roommate was the first kicker for the penalty kicks...and she scored! Yeha! </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Anyway, I kind of took some heat for being late to the trio rehearsal. I was totally not about to leave the game after I had been sitting there for most of the first half, all of the second half, and two overtimes with the score 0-0. It was nice to see us win. I think we scored all five kicks, and our goalie stopped two of TU's kicks. Tomorrow morning our team is heading to Atlanta, Georgia for more of the NCAA tournament, but they're really beat up and also playing a team better than Trinity.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Well, my phone rang at some point during trio rehearsal, and Dr. Neubert (he "coaches" us on our pieces that we're supposed to practice outside of the "coaching") looked at me like I was crazy. He said something like, "What is that bizarre sound? It sounds like a washing machine." Kathryn added, "It sounds like a siren."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">...It was the opening of "Jesus is Still Alright" by dc talk. :/ </span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml ">
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</div>rachelle clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613694806523722538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809329.post-66178397277187278542007-11-04T02:27:00.000-06:002007-11-04T02:29:36.035-06:00Just don't ask.<span style="font-size:85%;">Did anyone watch the Jesus video? Funniest video ever? </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm starting to become more active with schoolwork and the like. I'm striving to pay more attention in my economics course, I studied a lot more for my second business test, I'm making a commitment to turn in all of my music theory homework papers on time (I turned some homework in late during the first half of the semester, but my high midterm test grade overruled the 'B' I probably would have gotten with only homework grades. My professor takes off ten points for late work, plus the exercises I actually get wrong.), and my violin practicing has become much more hardcore. Dr. I is helping me develop my bow arm, which is a struggle for me because I've always placed so much emphasis on my left hand, which I don't think I even realized until today. I am left-handed and left-sided, so my thought process is sometimes backward from the standard. I feel like I am using a different part of my brain to focus on just my right arm and wrist (and fingers! Craziness!) instead of the fingers that are playing the notes with my left hand. The bow arm actually is more important, which I am just now beginning to understand this semester. My bow itself has issues, so that doesn't help my cause. It needs to be rehaired, and it has a natural tendency to bounce all over the place. It's hard to control, which makes my bow arm situation even worse. Anyway, I've been practicing kind of hardcore lately. I was even wired enough a few nights ago to go in the practice room around 9:00 in the evening and come out a little bit after 11:00. I'm hoping that some progress will really show up by the end of the semester. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I have been thinking about getting a second bachelor's degree in music for quite some time - before I started college, actually. I've really had some different perspectives for the past month or so. Music Theory/Composition was sounding great, but I hesitated because of the extra time it might take to graduate. Although I want to learn to write music, I'm fairly certain now that I'm going to declare a double-major in Music Business. The courses required for the Business Administration minor are some of the same fundamental courses required for my Accounting major (thus I might be able to graduate with both degrees by 2011). I'm also really interested in music production and I've even discovered a good school with one of the best music business programs in the country. If I was to transfer to that school, I might not even graduate with an Accounting degree at all. If I was to complete my degree at yet another university, I might only graduate with an Accounting degree and music minor. And if I stay at HSU, I'll leave with the two degrees. Confused? You're not the only one. My mind is all over the place with what I can do. I've randomly been very interested in law school along with music business. I even know one of the law schools I want to apply to (University of Virginia). </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mmm, insomnia. Dr. I isn't the only one experiencing it.</span><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml ">
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</div>rachelle clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613694806523722538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809329.post-5692025448341547362007-08-01T15:07:00.001-05:002007-08-01T21:41:29.130-05:00Transition<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I have been fiddling with the layout of my blog today. I am not satisfied with it. I will hopefully be able to make the changes that I want to make. I did find another on-line service that allows users to subscribe to blogs. It's called FeedBlitz. I posted the easy-to-use sign-up box on the right side of my blog. Hopefully it's easier to use than Bloglines.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I e-mailed a residence life director at HSU a few days ago and explained my roommate-less situation. He wrote me back today and assured me that I will have a roommate. That makes me feel better!<br /><br />These next two weeks are going to be fun and crazy. We are having a small graduation ceremony, so I have to send out invitations and prepare a speech. I'm also in the process of buying clothes and everything else I need, ordering my laptop, packing, and taking care of minute details.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I am in transition. My brain is going in different directions. I'm ready to get to Abilene and sort everything out.</span><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml ">
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</div>rachelle clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613694806523722538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809329.post-72110458421147899632007-07-17T20:03:00.000-05:002007-08-01T15:03:22.906-05:00Choosing a color<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I need you to help me! I'm not here to parade around that I'm getting a cool laptop, but I need you to help me pick out which color to get. There are three: tuxedo black, crimson red, and pearl white. I was immediately attracted to the red, of course, but I really like the others as well. The red is deadly cool. The black is also very appealing to me, but my only beef with it is that it may absorb a lot of heat if I am outside on a hot day. Then there's the white, which I also adore. I was actually looking at Apple's MacBooks before looking at Dells, and I was extremely attracted to the white MacBook. Here, please click on this link and take a look at the previews of the colors (just roll your mouse over the description and the picture will change on the left side): </span><a href="http://configure.us.dell.com/dellstore/config.aspx?c=us&l=en&s=eep&cs=2236&eep_orig_cs=2236&sm=2&oc=AYCWTBPL&link_number=17970622" target="_new"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">http://configure.us.dell.com/dellstore/config.aspx?c=us&l=en&s=eep&cs=2236&eep_orig_cs=2236&sm=2&oc=AYCWTBPL&link_number=17970622</span></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">So what do you think? Truth be told, Red (Elektrik_Red, a longtime username) has kind of died. I still love the color, but I'm not sure if I want my laptop to be red, even though it is not the bright red. This crimson red is my favorite shade of red. Also, I'm planning to use this notebook for taking notes in some of my classes. Red kind of stands out. I don't know! I love the black! And the white! Help meee!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Oh, and as always, you can still contribute to the cost of my laptop, if you wish: </span><a style="COLOR: #8a8553" href="http://www.dellunleashed.com/rdavis07" target="_blank"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">http://www.dellunleashed.com/rdavis07</span></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">(or just click on "Chip in for my Dell" on the widget on the right side of this screen)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml ">
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</div>rachelle clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613694806523722538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809329.post-81015373207511011542007-07-05T19:28:00.000-05:002007-07-05T20:04:33.081-05:00I have been tagged. You have been warned.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>Seven random facts about me that you might not know.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">1. I am the youngest of three children in my family.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">2. I taught myself how to juggle when I was nine by reading a book from the library.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">3. I wrote to someone in prison (and got in lots of trouble).</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">4. I am left-handed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">5. I played cello for a brief period of time and earned a seat in the the all-region orchestra cello section in the eighth grade. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">6. I had my own high school letter jacket for about a week (they made me give it back after I switched schools!).</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">7. I became friends with an actor during my first visit to Mexico. He has made small appearances in several shows, including "Charmed" and "CSI." He was also in a movie with Jack Black by the name of <em>Airborne. </em>I have seen him in a few commercials since I met him, including a Radioshack commercial and an Ameriquest commercial. He is warm, good-looking, very nice, and shares a common interest with me: the Los Angeles Lakers. We e-mail every now and then.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Pick out five favorite movies, then look them up at IMDb.</strong> In the overview at the top of each movie’s page, there are “Plot Keywords,” usually five of them. (Plus more, if you click the link.) Take the first five, and post them. Then the rest of us get to play movie buff and see if we can guess them.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Heeheehee...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">1. Turtle / Interracial Romance / Traffic Light / Spit In the Face / Mr. Potato Head </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">If you have seen this movie, it won't be hard to know this one. By the way, I didn't take the first five because some of the other ones were better (and hilarious).</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">2. Single Father / Secret Identity / False Teeth / Restaurant / Child Swearing</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Tee hee hee!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">3. Jamaica / Bobsled / Hotel Room / Winter Olympics / Sled</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">4. Falsely Accused / Island Prison / Sword Fight / Prison Escape / Betrayal</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">5. College Football / Vomiting / Football Coach / Moving In / Hiding In Closet </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml ">
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</div>rachelle clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11613694806523722538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809329.post-68166927867627745422007-07-04T11:15:00.000-05:002007-07-04T11:57:33.322-05:00Somehow I don't remember Independence Day being this big of a deal.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I don't know, but it's an exciting day. I must admit that I have grown rather tired of the bipolar weather this past month. As Relient K says, "<em>And lately the weather has been so bipolar, and consequently so have I</em>..."</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">tobyMac is coming to Frisco at the end of September. My sister and her husband are actually selling their house and making plans to move to Frisco, which is close to where they live right now. So since Sarah is permanently back from the Air Force now (can't wait to see her again), I was thinking that it would be awesome if we (and anyone else who wants to come along) could make the exodus down to Frisco to see Toby. We talked about our desire to go to concerts, and we mentioned seeing Toby. I'll be in college, which is quite a few hours away to the West, but I'm sure we can work something out. I was thinking we could crash at my sister's place after the concert (shh Z, don't say anything because I haven't asked her and St. Patty yet). (And don't tell them that I just called him St. Patty.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Yesterday my mom and I went shopping, cause she gets a discount on the first Tuesday of every month. There were no good jeans, which I will desperately need for college. Two of my favorite pairs are almost too holey to wear now. We went to Old Navy and found shirts that we thought were 50% off, only we discovered at the checkout that they weren't. Bummer. I have so much shopping left to do...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I have actually found the laptop I want: </span><a href="http://www.dell.com/content/products/productdetails.aspx/xpsnb_m1330?c=us&l=en&s=dhs&cs=19"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">http://www.dell.com/content/products/productdetails.aspx/xpsnb_m1330?c=us&l=en&s=dhs&cs=19</span></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Click on "Overview." Red is my favorite color, but the black one looks awesome as well.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">My favorite blogs at the moment (check them out):</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://laurish.blogspot.com/">http://laurish.blogspot.com/</a></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.xanga.com/bittersunday">http://www.xanga.com/bittersunday</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Oh, and don't forget the great Emily Ask. </span><a href="http://emilyask.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">http://emilyask.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">. She is way too cool for me.<br /></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Happy fourth...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Rachelle</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml ">
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I was thankful when I went home later on and didn't come to school the rest of the week.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">So Sarah is leaving for the Air Force on May 1st. We are both hurriedly trying to finish our Accounting. In a couple of weeks, we are going to work together on the practice sets. The practice sets combine the information we (supposedly) learned and apply that to real Accounting work. Miss Kay said that they could take 40 hours each to complete--and we have two practice sets. Sarah said that we'll order a pizza and make it a party. We both laugh about that. We're having a graduation/Air Force going away celebration for Sarah during the last week of April. She and I both need to move on, but I do feel very sad that this is the end of what we had in high school. When I first came to this homeschool group two and a half years ago, there were seven high schoolers, including Sarah and I. There were expectations that at least half of these students would stay at Miss Kay's school and graduate through her program. One by one, they all left, either by dropping out or by going to another school. By the end of the Spring semester of '06, Sarah and I were the only ones left. We became very good friends within my first semester at this little school (Spring of '05). So being the first graduates of Miss Kay's school means a lot. We also share a plethora of memories. Whether it be walking to the duck pond, walking to the gas station or even the mall (the last of which we did more often before Sarah got a car), we have walked and talked a lot over the past two and a half years. Back in the first semester of this year, I had a ride from Marshall who would take me to a gas station in the mornings. Sarah would pick me up most of the time. We would have a grand time laughing at the absurdities of the outside world and picking up donuts. We still go pick up donuts now. We've picked up the occasional pizza, we've run errands for Miss Kay, we've gone to Books-A-Million, we've eaten lunch at the mall, we've had loads of fun at the gym, and we've whined about accounting and math and whined some more. The point is this will all be gone on May 1st and it will never come back. The chances are that we will see each other very little over the next four years. But we are both moving on to better things and we had the grandest of times. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Speaking of moving on to better things...about three weeks ago, my mom called me during school to tell me that she had received an e-mail from Hardin-Simmons University which revealed that they wanted to give me the tuition exchange scholarship through ETBU. I had recently just accepted that I would be attending the local ETBU for hopefully no longer than a year. I didn't think that any school would give me the scholarship without first receiving my transcript, which I am aiming to send to HSU next month. I was overflowing with joy when I heard that news. I discovered that the next audition for music scholarship consideration was two weeks away, so I got busy preparing for that. My mom and I are hoping we can get some money to take care of room and board expenses. We spent the night before the audition at my sister's house, which is a little over three aways away from HSU. My sister took us over to Abilene, Texas the next day. After leaving the big Fort Worth metroplex area, we entered a long stretch of two hours of land. Miles and miles of nice land, with not much else in sight. Welcome to West Texas, I guess. Abilene is supposed to be nicely sized, with a population of 100,000 +. The proof of that didn't show much on the Hardin-Simmons part of town. As we were searching for a place to get food, we happened upon another university, Abilene Christian University. It looked bigger and nicer than HSU. After passing by ACU, we began to enter a more promising part of town. Perhaps we were getting closer to downtown. There wasn't much time for exploring because I had to get to my audition. We also didn't do any exploring afterwards. If I end up going next year, I'll get to do lots of exploring. Things are a little hectic right now. I'm trying to graduate and figure out how to get the funds I need for HSU next year, among other things. Anyway, I did like the campus of Hardin-Simmons. It's not a very big school, but I think I'd enjoy myself there. I think I'd also grow a lot more as a person there than I would at ETBU. I'll probably be blogging more often if I go there. I'll buy a laptop and it's likely that I will write little posts on a more consistent basis, even though I know I will be very busy with all sorts of things. Enough of this post...this is just a broad review of what's going on with me right now.</span> <em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://eatkobedust.blogspot.com/atom.xml ">
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