Angielina..... here we go again

As per tradition I must do a birthday post for her since she so sweetly did one for me. It would be unoriginal to write a whole bunch of sweet and loving nothings about her so instead I'll write about activities that bonded us.
I loved watching Cranford with you and gorging on our 1 Euro ice cream. I loved our 2 hour long walks into the Spanish countryside taking turns pushing that squeaky buggy and talking about the meaning of life. I loved having you in our room with your destructive kamikaze and helping you hobble from place to place. I loved writing that poem for your birthday even if you were as miserable as sin on the day, refusing to be cheered up by our pizza, beer, and Danny Kay. All in all I miss those good times and I miss you. Have yourself a groovy day Rachel xxxxx

An Educated Fool

Since completing most of my school and just occupying myself with some electives, I've begun to wonder; what has 12 years of education actually done for me. Please don't mistake my inquisitive intentions. I am beyond grateful for the opportunity of higher education that has been granted me, a privilege many other SGAs had to once forgo. Nevertheless, it does seem that a good portion of the latter years are directed at making you nothing more than a cynical old maid, which may explain my behavior of late. When conversing with people, no longer can I enjoy normal friendly conversation as my brain automatically starts diagramming their sentences. Wrong pronunciations (i.e. American) or wrong grammar seems to start an uncontrollable reflex starting in my shoulder, traveling down to my hand and ending on their cheek. I reminisce on the days when children were seen as curly balls of love and fun. Now blinking red lights flash "financial liability" when one comes running to give me a hug in the morning ( a rarity ). Food has even lost some of its pleasure when mid mouth long chains of symbols and numbers representing cardiac arrest or cancer within the next 20 years rises with the sweet smell of chips and cheesecake. Believe me, numerous signals of complaint have been sent to my temporal and parietal lobes, but to no avail. The only response given me is the continual tune of " They gave them their request but sent leanness unto their souls" floating around in my sub conscience. I take this as either a sign from God, or my brain having a black sense of humour. The famous phrase "ignorance is true bliss" seems rather applicable here.

Disclaimer: This paragraph was written purely for self amusement and as a warm up for a 5000 word research paper coming up. The basis on which it was written has actually very little factual evidence

road trips, salsa night, birthday

Being away on a road trip for four days of consecutive rain is not a good excuse for ignoring your blog for a month. But combine that with school, major home improvements, home manager duties, celebrating 19 years closer to the grave, and a temporary kitchen deacon position, and I almost have enough evidence to plead the case " guilty, but through no fault of her own."

Our hopeful Link front cover

As we found

out Caleb had

some non-FD

habits

Don Juan and

Don Juanita

80's music

Recently I've been rediscovering my love for 80's music. Actually, it's not so much the music I'm in love with, as much as the drum beats.

A musician reasoned that this love was due to the fact that they(the drumbeats) were reliable and as a cancer that appealed to me , but I beg to differ. I think it's the sheer power of the rhythm they produce in a song, a refusal to take a back seat and blend into oblivion musically. All that to say, pray for the sanity of my room mates as any love they once possessed for Bonnie Tyler is currently turning to sever distain every time" total eclipse of the heart " awakens us to the rain of a new day. Suffice to say, a platinum bleach and a perm are starting to look a little more appealing to me :p

Lord help the Mister who comes between me and my sister

Apparently Sara and I are starting to looking more similar these days than the twin sisters everyone thought Amber and I once were. The fact that Amber is not a midget anymore (a.k.a three inches taller than me), has normal sized breasts, and boy short blonde hair is now making everyone believe that she is my older sister, or in some cases, my mother ( anti-wrinkle cream was bought after that comment ). So here is a picture of Sara and Me..... to let you decide for yourselves

Everything skit

We did the "Everything" Mime this Saturday in Galway, which was hosting the Volvo Ocean Races. Phoenix home member, please try not to be jealous if our costumes and face-painting are better than yours, (j.k. thanks for the inspiration ).

Death

The witnessing afterwards

and this one is dedicated to Michael ( p.s. I know your conscience is still heavy with the weight of that unsent CD )

Emo Lover Boy

The Drunks (a.k.a reenacting our new years )

another soul searching post

I've started to realize that every time I ignore my blog for long periods of time I return with some sort of soul searching post, possibly because my absence is due to the fact that I have nothing of interest to talk about. Therefore I substitute lack of pictures for long paragraphs, so here goes....... The Difference Between Hot and Beautiful.

Beautiful lasts a lifetime, Hot lasts till your thirties and the expiry date on your lip liner.

Beautiful is the way a woman walks , Hot is the length of the heels she is wearing.

Beautiful is that outstanding personality, Hot is that outstandingly short dress ( for all of you at our last party who are about to point a finger I know on this one I'm "guilty as accused" )

Beautiful is nice to everyone, Hot is just nice to look at

Beautiful you can talk to intelligently, Hot can't find anything intelligent to say

so enough of life lessons with auntie Rachel. Hopefully I will have my first surfing trip of the season tomorrow and therefore pictures for this blog ( and the revised "extreme sports" tract )