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Rachael_lynn18
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Name: Rachael
Birthday: 3/18/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: my Saviour * OLIVIA MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER! i love my friends.family.rice sticks.reenacting titanic.bright colours.cream cheese. orange juice.daffodils. walks. picnics. rain.pictures.laughing.sushi.singing.reading.wrestling with kara lee.music.piano.oldies.shopping.piano.camp..naps.white chocolate. dancing. salads. christmas. and spending time with YOU....
Expertise: laughing
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  raeosunshine07
MSN: osillyme318
Member Since:
8/14/2005
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| christmas is over and i dont know
about you all but i am leaving my tree up for as long as i can.which
will be a considerably long time since we usually already leave it up
for like a month after anyways.....
i hope everyone is having an amazing break. i am. if life could be like this all the time............
actually no because then i would sleep my life away (no,
seriously) and my diet would become exclusive to the 4
things i really wanted and i could read all the time... and life would
be all about sleepovers and movie theatres and..... well you get it .
it'd just be too good to be true.
so yeah, thats all for now- this is BORING!
what?! i dont get a thrill off of looking at facebook for 3 hours?! ah no i dont cause its boooring.... shocker!
hahhah
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| i havent sat down and wrote a serious update about life in like a year,
and i would apologize but the thing is , for the most part, i dont
really care. and i probably won't care later either, because if i
wanted to write about all the wonderful things that go on daily, or
about the people i know, i could never
do them justice; and if i wanted to write about all the bad
things that happen , well it would be a waste of time. so for now i'm
just saying hi.
i'm a senior and it really is alot different than i thought it would
be. very unreal , i havent even grasped it all yet. every time i
go behind the snack bar i think, what am i doing?! this is a seniors
job.... and seniors are supposed to feel so old, mature, cool,
prepared, and ready for whats to come. i dont fit any of those
descriptions..... i have no idea where i'll be in the next year. but i
guess thats ok......... and for everyone else who keeps saying nobody
does anything senior year, well, they do. lol.- our class is made
of such unique people, everyone adds something hilarious and makes it
so wonderful. my classmates and friends bring a smile to my face and
make me laugh everyday.......it is such a privilege to be able to go to
cfs, i have made friends with the funnest and most amazing people in
the world- God has given me such a gift!!!!!!!!!!!!
so right now i'm house sitting for Nellie and Rusty. it is a fun place
to be but i have to let the dogs out and they are basically two huge
semi trucks ready to run you over at any time. i am scared that if i
let them out they will drag me down the road on their leashes.
ugh...... so not my thing! other than that....... its an empty
house, there are 'beverages' if im thirsty for something other than
water, and pretty much everything under the sun. muhaha. juuuuust jokin ya. 
so ya what a party- ha...........i'm such a boring child really.
its times like these i think of olivia (even more than the twenty times
i already did today) and i miss her.
so i'm off.........................much love from me
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| if we have to go back to school, we might as well have a good song about it.
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Fall is here, hear the yell
Back to school, ring the bell
Brand new shoes, walking blues
Climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that we are going to be friends
Yes I can tell that we are going to be friends
Walk with me Susie Lee
Through the park and by the tree
We can rest upon the ground
And look at all the bugs we've found
Safely walk to school without a sound
We safely walk to school without a sound
Well here we are no one else
We walk to school all by ourselves
There's dirt on our uniforms
From chasing all the ants and worms
We clean up and now it's time to learn
We clean up and now it's time to learn
Numbers letters learn to spell
Nouns and books and show and tell
Play time we will throw the ball
Then back to class through the hall
The teacher marks our height against the wall
The teacher marks our height against the wall
And we don't notice any time pass
Because we don't notice anything
And we sit side by side in every class
The teacher thinks that I sound funny
But she likes it when you sing
Tonight I'll dream in my bed
While silly thoughts run through my head
Of the bugs and alphabet
And when I wake tomorrow I'll bet
That you and I will walk together again
Because I can tell that we are going to be friends
I can tell that we are going to be friends | | |
| for all the people who thought i had dropped off the face of the earth, and for all the rest of the people who didn't even know i was gone in the first place, well, i am back now.yaey.
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| this is life right now......
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Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a slow torch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning
So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray
Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here no there
Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train
Everything is cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it
Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain
Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same
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