Oi oi oi!

Today was a rainy horrible day. I think I might have to work on the weekend... how wretched is that? That means I may not get to go on an exciting adventure to Cracktown.... Dang. I ♥ Cracktown. HAHAHAHA.... *chuckles to self*

Paula watched me make a typo... SLEF. She's like, " Slef?! Is that a new kind of sled?!?!?!" And she laughed like an idiot.

I-D-I-D-O-T-H. Funny song.

*long awkward pause*

H'okay! Wow, I think something wondrous is about to occur... it will make almost everyone I know sad.... but it will make me and a few thousand other people veeeeerrrry happy. Which is good. If you're cool, then you can ask me what I'm talking about... if not, don't bother.

Meh. I went to Wal-mart last night, and guess who wasn't there?! Yes, you guessed right! It was (or wasn't?) Chet. I was there, and supposedly he was, but he was not to be seen. And then I had to leave. How sucky is that? Very sucky.

But I did see Sexy Jeff, as they call him. I am listening to Hot Hot Heat. It's Middle of Nowhere... it's grand.

This is a long update... wo0t. Robbie just called. This is not good. He wants me to work on Sunday... but I don't know when I'll be back that day... cause of the Cracktown engagement... AND I CAN'T FIND OUT UNTIL LATE TONIGHT, AND THEN IT WILL BE TOO LATE TO CALL HIM BACKCKKKK1K1K1KQK1!l

Brilliant. I must say.... I'm a real quick one. I should have told him that I can't find out until late.

Gah. Well, in other news... I camped out in Katrina H's yard last night, we made a video, depicting the horrendous crimes of Mr. Carrot, the blue snake with crazy eyes and wayward tongue. It was quite the time, I do declare.

People are supposedly coming over tomorrow night. Which is good, I guess. I was talking to the other Rachelle, and she instigated these happenings...

I also purchased a lifetime supply of assorted curries... which should last me until tomorrow, I expect...

And I got my black hair dye, the white bleachy kit... and I already have my lovely blue stuff. Joy.

I think that right now, Bohemian and hippie nonsense is popular, so I'm going to try and escape it as much as I can. So then when everything goes back to normal, I won't look like an idiot.

Hippies, they're weird... but I like them. What I don't like is fake hippies... the ones who do take showers, but suggest that they don't. And the ones who wear hippie clothes most of the time, but then go out to dances and wear non-hippie things... like, hippie is their day-time identity, and by nacht they are really clubby disco type people.

I think that I don't have any idea what I'm talking about.

Something dawned on me recently....

Or like, deja vu, I remembered it.

I am the best on earth! I am so awesomely awesome, it's not even fit for human consumption. You don't even understand! People are all like, "Blah blah, I hate people who are stuck-up!" but really, anyone who hates someone for the personality that they were born with, is probably stuck up too! So yeah, I love everyone, and myself the most. And I will declare this to all.

Yep, that's the truth. And Kalan Porter is my favourite singer, and nobody can say that I'm a loser, cause I'm cooler than them... what with their hating on Kalan Porter, and they don't even give him a chance!!! *cries*

Sam Roberts is coming. I like Sam Roberts. I always, always wanted to see him live. So this time, I'm going to. Even if I have to employ my super sneaky methods of getting onto Colombus Field... I doubt the security will be supreme, though.. it's only Sam Roberts, and everyone in town will be able to hear it anyway...

Yep yep yep. Well... I think I'm going to try and figure out what exactly I'm going to colour my hair like...

*duh duh duhhhh!!* *dramatic music*

Peace!

--Rachelle