Know that (maybe) I will be ok.

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(Life is good, by the way)



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Holidays, smiles, materialism and more.

Christianity - Christmas
Judaism - Hanukkah
Buddhism - Bodhi Day
Hinduism - Diwali
Islam - Eid ul-Adha
Many cultures - Winter Solstice
The rest of us - Festivus


Holidays are about happiness. Note the H's. Not materialistic wants, although gifts are a large part of holidays. Gifts should show someone that you love them, think of them, and want them to know that you care. So, yeah.

I will now describe the best holiday ever.

Festivus

Festivus was created by the all mighty Dan O'Keefe. The rituals are as follows.

The Festivus Pole.
This is an aluminum pole, unadorned, set in the living room or wherever one would put a Christmas tree. It should have no decorations, as tinsel is distracting. It is usually stored in ones crawl space. It should always be made of aluminum.

Festivus Dinner.
Dinner is served before The Feats Of Strength, during The Airing Of Grievances. It is typically meatloaf or spaghetti in tomato sauce.

The Airing Of Grievances.

Frank Costanza: And at the Festivus dinner, you gather your family around, and tell them all the ways they have disappointed you over the past year!

Basically, you tell your loved ones and the world what is wrong with them / it. How they have insulted or disappointed you. This begins right after Festivus Dinner is served. Every household has its own traditions; in one house, the Airing of Grievances consisted of writing the grievances on the fridge in marker.


The Feats Of Strength

The FOS generally follows the AOG. Under the Seinfeld orthodoxy, Festivus is not over until the head of the household is wrestled to the floor and pinned. While there is an undeniable classic elegance to this, real world Festivus practitioners have developed other cathartic methods of discharging pent-up energy against one's fellows, including thumb wrestling.





Happy Festivus.

It's like hating rainbows.

---Warning!---

--- Major Rant ---


I'm very upset right now. And angry. And sad. Angadset.

This is no time for jokes.

Why does nobody take me seriously? YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? I'LL - TELL YOU WHY. Because nobody lets me do anything. Because they think I'm too - weak or dumb or flippant or mild to - do anything. They think all I can do is la-tee-da around and do nothing substantial and YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? Because they think I'm just a stupid girl. Just a stupid kid. Just a stupid hormonally-rampaging-teenager. Just a stupid - baby. WELL I'M NOT. I CAN DO - ANYTHING I SET MY MIND TO. BUT THEY WOULDN'T KNOW THAT, BECAUSE THEY DON'T LET ME DO ANYTHING. THEY - EXPECT ME TO BE HAPPY WITH WHAT? WHATEVER THEY TELL ME TO BE HAPPY WITH? WELL I'M NOT. Can't they just leave me alone? And if they would - let me prove myself for FIVE - SECONDS instead of undermining EVERYTHING I - THINK OR DO OR WANT. I don't want much. All I want is for someone to listen to me. For five seconds. And



Take me seriously.


Is that too much to ask?


-r

I like you just the way you are.

What makes someone a person?

If a boy is raised a girl, does that make him less of a boy, or does that make him less of a girl because of a few inconvenient physical differences?

Psychologically, do we all think of ourselves everyday as a girl or boy, a child or adult, a blond or brunette, a jock or a nerd, or do we all think of ourselves as just ourselves. Maybe that is why so many people talk about "finding themselves". Maybe it is so easy to think of yourself in a preset, prepackaged, previously lived way, and in doing that, lose yourself to that conventional image.

Do we all think differently, or are we all basically the same, with a few environmentally caused surface quirks?

Am I just a mass of cells, or am I
Rachel. Girl. 14. Brunette. Green eyed. Freckled. Homeschooled. Happy. Sad. Contradicted. Cliched. Environmentally produced, striving to be a previously deposited image of myself probably shown to me when I was born.

Are all of the people I know prepackaged and examples of examples, or are they simply my friends? Are they really themselves, or are they trying to be the people they want to be.

If I, or if anyone, was never shown that image (which I'm assuming comes in a sterilized plastic case) of who we are supposed to end up as, would I be a radically different person, or would the stars align to just make me who I am, and who I will be. If my mind and body and organs and cells and organelles were left to its own device, would I be the same?

I know this is just a stupid bunch of ramblings, but these questions have been bothering me lately. Does a mind love, or does the plastic envelope including our picture also tell us that we are supposed to love someone. Preferably from the opposite sex. Is love prepackaged and sterile, ready for installment in a heart, and ready for re- and re- and re-installment when said heart is broken and mended?

Or is love what makes someone a person? Is love something more than a constantly sung song filled with cliches and repetition? Something more than a marketable emotion, which shuns some and plagues others? Something more than an acceptance of the rules, and conformity to them, causing people to seek it, and possibly fall in it like a big puddle?

Is love real? Is love another one of the questions which may eventually reveal its answer? Is love just a biological need to find a mate and reproduce?

Maybe being a person is more than love, more than being the image you were presented with at birth. Maybe being a person is more than something caused by environment. Maybe what makes somebody a person is not a question to be asked.



Yet I still find myself asking.. will I find the answer?

-r

I'll stab you with my trophy

Ohhh, golly :D

Well, I haven't blogged in a while. So there may be some things left out in this post simply because I forgot them.

Showcase! It was today! It went very well. I messed up the timewarp a little.. but.. it was fine.

Sigh :) life is nice. I hope anyone who reads this blog or ever will is happy right now. I really do.

OH. AND YOU NEED TO READ THE BOOK "The Perks Of Being A Wallflower". This is important. Seriously. Its.. you just need to read it.



-r

Oh-oh-old habits die hard.

She and him is a fabtasticly splendiferous band.

Anywho, I'm rather bored.

This weekend was lovely. I slept over at Ethel's, and sat on her and her little brother. We then went to a parade and got seven beach balls.

Yeah. And today is really boring.

I got new fish, though! My neighbor was getting rid of them, so, I took them.. and I named them as follows:
Large blue thing that tries to jump out of the tank: Fluffy.
Medium sized yellowish thing that follows Fluffy around: Fuzzy.
Sucker fish that is rather large: Cuddly
Three little orange fish that look the same: Bruiser, Contuser, and Capillary abuser.

-r

Important things to know.

I've decided that today I'm going to make this post a little different. Instead of an update on MY life, I'm going to help you with YOUR life. And well.. staying alive.

Important things to know.

10. Don't inhale while smoking a fake cigarette. There might be someone's spit in there, or possibly powder which will cause you to cough like a moron.

9. Never question someone whose veins are throbbing in their temples.

8. Always remember to bring lip gloss when deep sea diving.

7. Try not to make fun of dying people.

6. Flowers are pretty, unless they have killer wasps in them.

5. As a wise man once said, don't bother women, because they might hop on their menstrual cycle and run your ass over.

4. Don't try to pull of shorts that say things like juicy or hot on the behind. You cant.

3. When someone who likes to bite people is staring at you, run.

2. It is rarely a good idea to taunt someone bigger than you.

1. Mess with the best, die like the rest.

-r

Snap, crackle, and OH GOD THAT WAS MY LEG!

Hay hay hay.

Thanksgiving was nice! Except my cousin punched me several times... and bit me.. so, yeahhhhh.. But the food was fab!

There's this weird book "Follow that germ" next to me that looks like its for 4 year old's. Don't know why.

Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger is an UH-MAZLING song.

"I'm not sick but I'm not well, and I'm so hot, cause I'm in hell"

-r

If you like it than you should have put a ring on it..

I'm listening to Beyonce. And Green Day. Life is good :D

The video for "If I were a boy" is really creepy at the beginning.

I'm tired.

ughughughughugh.

-r

All alone, all aloney, don't you wish you had a pony?

Well, I'm alone. For the whole day. (Can you say woo?)

Happy birthday Joseph!
(Angelica, don't punch me for giving him itching powder)

I'm bored now. I found out one of Jenny's (neighbor, family friend, back up mom, and excellent cookie baker) friends who lives in our neighborhood needs a babysitter for like once a month. Booyah.

The leaves on my back porch look like lizards.

Wait.. that is a lizard..


Anywho.. Awwwwwww daaammnn. I just remembered I have an essay to write and a test to take -.-' myehshnefingleshableckinmeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhch.


-r

Drunks and birthdays and eyebrows, OH MY!

Well, I'm fourteen now. WOOOOO! Yes, I am old.
I saw a moooovie about eyyeeebrows with Angerrllicuh. It was a pretty good birfday :)

And today I felt sickish, and I went to advanced actin', and I didn't have to do my monologue (woo), and it was twofunnie.

Hm. I feel like talking about.. how stupid boys are. THEY ARE STUPID. They never understand when you're mad at them.. and they just.. UGH. I think they are born with like two brain cells. If someone hangs up on you, then it might be a good idea to NOT CALL THEM BACK AND THEN TALK ABOUT STUPID POINTLESS THINGS. Seriously, who cares about boys anymore. They are so ten minutes ago. ('cept for Drake cause he plays an excellent game of hide and seek) < rant

What else do I want to blog about.. hm.. well, I guess thats it..

-r

Amy Ellen Fronarious Ross

I promised the first post would be about her.. so.. yeah.

I met you when we were nine. You're like 11 days older than me. Your chin.. IS FREAKIN' CHINNY.

Really though, your a good friend. You make me laugh until I want to projectily vomit everywhere. You let me whine about stuff that no one should care about. Your funny, and nice, and mean, and tough, and stupid, and silly, and strange, and you sometimes ask small children if they were hit with a catapult / if they are dwarfs.

Your also mean to me sometimes.. but.. whatevuhwhatevuh.

Your overall pretty awesome :D

LUUUUUUBBBBBBB YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!