Cinnamon and Scrabble

Time passes quickly like the hours that seem like moments that you get to sleep before a day you dread to wake up to. I sit alone in my apartment, nostalgic, remembering what it was like a year ago living with my parents while working at a preschool just as a summer job. I celebrated my one year anniversary with Eli, rejoiced at being 20 and I enjoyed spending time with my sisters. I celebrated my two year anniversary with Eli a few weeks ago, and I allowed the Fourth of July to pass me by without thanking God for my country and freedom. I worked that night, jealous of everyone who wasn't stuck inside, but laughing when the rain wouldn't stop. I watch the little kids with their parents, some cute, some really annoying that I wish I could smack. Sometimes when parents are polite enough to apologize for their screaming child who keeps spinning my wheel of bags around before I can put their groceries inside that I used to work at a preschool, and I understood. I don't understand though, I'm not in their shoes. I think that we try to empathize with people by the closest experience we have to that situation so that they feel like they're not the only ones, or maybe we do it so we feel we have experience. Truth is we don't know how to really empathize with people because every situation is different. Nothing truly happens twice because we're all different people.

Last night a friend told me to "quit technology" so I could write more. I'm considering it. I grabbed an orange composition notebook I bought 2 years ago to be my journal for french 1. I reread all the entries and laughed at how simple my grammar was, and at that time I was so proud of my 2 sentences per entry. They were entries like, "Je m'appelle Rachel. Je suis fatigue". Translation: My name is Rachel. I am tired. "Mon prof est tres stupid et gros." Translation: My teacher is very stupid and fat. During that semester, 2 years ago this fall, I was living in a dorm on campus and I had just met Jamie and Natasha. God really knew what He was doing by placing Jamie in my life. I was still a mass communications major and I was really happy with the way I looked. Though I didn't write about my life in this orange composition notebook, I felt it was appropriate to use because it's a diverse piece of material. For one, it's orange. Secondly, the first 10 pages are just little sentences I put together for a french journal and its funny. Lastly, I hate wasting paper and I've never filled out an entire notebook before.

I like writing online, it's alot faster for me to write, but I think that having a notebook to carry around with me would not only be good in the case that I became inspired and just happened to have it at hand, I think it would make me look artsy and intellectual if I walked around constantly with something to write with. Isn't it funny how much we care about appearance?

Alone

Without Eli I feel really alone. I came home to surprise my Mom for Mother's Day and I'm so glad I did for a few reasons. First, I'm glad she was so happy to see me (that always feels good). But I don't think I could have been in Tampa without him for a whole week. I hate being apart!
I just wanted to blog real quick--I'm waiting for my parent's to get ready for church tonight. That's the only thing that's going to cheer me up, I think.


funny quote by Danielle (my sister): she dresses like a french hooker


hahahah! I liked the added "french" adjective.

May is Love

May is the best month of the year. I turn 21 in just 3 days! Also, everyone else is happy because most people who graduate in the spring graduate in May :)

Eli and I went to Taco Bell tonight for dinner and we had to wait in the drive-thru line for about 10-15 minutes. We were only the second car in line, but the mini-van in line ahead of us didn't know what they wanted and they had a van full of kids screaming in the back. The Taco Bell is actually a Pizza Hut too so you can order from either menu at the same window. They ordered 3 pepperoni pizzas then argued that they wanted the "kids" size pizzas and the poor teller was trying to explain that the personal pizzas were all one size. So then they wanted to cancel one of the pizzas and they wanted some bacon burrito? I couldn't hear everything over the engines of the other 5 cars behind ME wanting their food...and Eli was whining about the population being too retarded.

Needless to say, they pulled up to the window, retrieved their 4 bags of food, and then started to drive away without the large drink they ordered so they had to reverse and the driver didn't go back far enough and was reaching BACKWARDS for the giant fountain drink and almost dropped it. The best part was, I hadn't pulled up at all and he had the same amount of room to back up and take is drink in peace.


I like to think that the people in the van were just having a bad day.

gonna keep on tryin' til i reach the highest ground

Today is April 29th, which means Eli and I have been dating for 1 year and 10 months today :)
I don't know what you guys really think about that, but I'm SO happy, excited, and proud. I don't know what I'd do without Eli.

School is winding down and I really don't have that much left. Today was supposed to be my last non-fiction class but we were really just having a party at 5 guys. I wanted to go but I feel a little nauseous because I have a stupid dentist appointment at 3 and THAT always makes me uneasy. Just thinking about them thrusting their metal tools down my throat makes me want to barf. I hate that sand crap that spray all over your teeth and you can still feel it on your face hours after you've left the office. Ugh. I just don't want to go! My teeth are extra sucky, too. No matter how much I brush or floss, they ALWAYS find something wrong with them. When I went to the dentist in November they had to fill 11 cavities. ELEVEN. It was painful. Not so much the drilling on my teeth, but I had to hold my mouth open for hours and my jaw couldn't stay open after a while but I couldn't close my mouth otherwise he'd drill through my gums! He told me that visit that these wouldn't be my last cavities because the shape of my teeth guaranteed that I'd have more to come. Then I have friends who never floss (and brag about it) and they've never had a cavity. Is that fair? No. But I guess that's not the dentist's fault. I do hate how sometimes they talk to me like a baby and they act as though I've never brushed my teeth before, "Rachel, this is a toothbrush. Brush in a circular motion and brush up around the gum." Duh.



I didn't mean for this blog to be about teeth, it's just really freaking me out that in a few hours they'll in my mouth poking me and making me bleed (inevitably).

Now I can't seem to write or think about anything else. I need a tranquilizer.

shout out to my main reader....

KATHERINE KATIE BOOTY ELIZABETH NORTON!!!!

she reads my blogs more than anyone else so why not blog about her?


Two years ago we made up a short story, written entirely on her cell phone mind you, and it was all about our neighbor Mark going on a date with Eli and his gay lover's baby girl who they named, Rachel Katherine. HAHAHAH This could be one of my favorite memories from freshman year...maybe. I have alot of good memories from that time of my life.

We used to call Eli, Elilium...and I think that was the title of the story, "The Story of Elilium". He, apparently, married a man named Amelia and they went on a honeymoon to Amelia Island. Mark, our neighbor in Beta, went to break the marriage up, for some reason...but then 20 years later, in china town, Mark saw a very beautiful woman and her name was Rachel Katherine. He went to pick her up for a date and she was IN FACT the daughter of Elilium and Amelia.

I forget how the rest of the story went...but for some reason, Katie and I thought that was just the funniest thing. Here's the best part: no, we weren't drinking. no, we weren't high. no, it wasn't even late at night. We just wrote it because that's the type of silly people we are.



I really hope Eli doesn't read this...


night!
<3