1,000th post, AND WHAT
Apr. 26th, 2011 09:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rachg82Yep, you read that right--1,000 posts. THEM'S A WHOLE LOTTA WORDS, CHICAS.
(Psst: note the Rocky theme song as my current music selection. Heh. *runs heroically up flight of stairs*)
Obviously, I couldn't let this ~momentous event~ pass by without some kind of tribute. I mean, seriously, if you stretched my entries out one per year, you'd have a millennium of Rachified Rambling. WHAT THE.
Thankfully, I have my Year in Review posts & lots o' tags for lots o' subjects, so taking y'all on a journey down Memory Lane is as simple as pie. (Though, can I just say, pie? Is not simple. WTF, cooking cliches. It should be updated to "simple as ordering a pizza." THAT'S simple. Plus, pizza can also technically be called a pie. HA, relevant.)
Anyway. I thought about how to organize this, and I decided that I wanted it to be something celebratory & fun; the sort of thing I could look back at later for cheering up when needed (similar to my Year in Review posts, but focusing solely on positive things). So, I gathered together a mess of smile-inducing pictures & quotes & other random nonsense from the last 8.5 years and smooshed it all together into one cray cray sentimental entry. It's exactly the type of time-suck project I needed last night, and I hope the rest of you will enjoy it too.
P.S. This misty water-colored event is dedicated to all of you on my flist, most especially:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dosidella, keenai, sonneta, nomnivore, jasminelily, auroura76, maryng, and all the rest of the original Meta/TWoP crowd. Y'all have been with me from the *start*, and I KNOW you're a huge part of why I'm still here. And I do mean that literally. I am so grateful for all of you.
Aiiight, but enough of all that, and let's get down to it.
Sept. 12, 2002:
"Hmm, so, I've never done this whole LJ thing before, but Dosidella signed me up for it tonight…I could always use more places to ramble. Heh, watch as this becomes some massive novel…"
TRUER WORDS WERE NEVER SPOKEN.
Hey, it's me! Waaaay back when this journal first started.
Dec. 12, 2002:
"Rachael's feet: Oh, the pain! Why must she torture us, so?
Troll, chillin' in a pair of lederhozen: This is why The Project was set in motion, my friends. If you join our side, you can have your revenge!
Feet: Oh, well, I don't know. She did ask for that foot massager last Christmas…
Troll: And how many times has she used it? Hmm?
Feet: Uh, once?
Troll: Thank you. She doesn't deserve you two. All you do is work, work, work for her. And what do you get in return? Pain! Fight the power, feet! Fight the power that be!
Feet: *look at each other, and nod* We're in."
Jan. 28, 2003: "I should drink more often. And now I can! Because I'm 21!…Life of alcoholism, here I come!
Haha, just kidding."
Jan. 31, 2003: "rachmarieg: ha! i bet those smurfs were horny little bastards. i mean, with just one woman?
o TinkerI3ell o: I know! It's like they were all ready to just turn gay then Smurfette shows up prancing around in her little dress all "Oh Papa!"
rachmarieg: "will you smurf me?"
o TinkerI3ell o: Smurf my smurf
rachmarieg: hee. smurf kind of sounds like a word for cooter
o TinkerI3ell o: Dude! I am so calling it my smurf now
rachmarieg: ha!
rachmarieg: you should
rachmarieg: so wrong
o TinkerI3ell o: "my smurf is bleeding!" hee
rachmarieg: i just picture a smurf's head between your legs, when you say that, i hope you know
rachmarieg: you'd want that, though, wouldn't you?
rachmarieg: sick bastard
o TinkerI3ell o: HA! That is so quoteable"
May 14, 2003: “TinkNGiles: a penguin figure skating
rachmarieg: bunnies figure-skating!
TinkNGiles: penguin and bunny couples in a figure-skating competition!
rachmarieg: dogs in a synchronized swimming competition
TinkNGiles: kitties batting at flowers
rachmarieg: mice roller-skating
TinkNGiles: mice playing catch
rachmarieg: lions playing basketball
rachmarieg: with little outfits and everything
rachmarieg: lionesses are the cheerleaders
TinkNGiles: how sexist
rachmarieg: yeah, well, the lions spend all their time sleeping. bout time they got off their asses
TinkNGiles: hee!
rachmarieg: a pig in a doctor uniform
TinkNGiles: a doctor in a pig uniform
rachmarieg: hee
rachmarieg: i love you”
Hahaha. THIS COMMENT. I still remembered Jen being all, "Um, dude, are you sure you're not bi?", but I'd forgotten she wasn't the only one. I MISS FISHY. I wish she still posted. Same goes for Tink.
July 7, 2003: "My hands smell like baby. Probably because I was just holding one. One that happenned to be MY NEPHEW.
Hahaha. Or, in other words, a freaking BABY just came out of my SISTER. I'm still a little in shock over it.”
Despite the loss, and everything that's happened, pictures & memories like that still bring up positive associations for me. He was just so freakin' adorable.
July 30, 2003: “I told him that I thought it'd be better if we were just friends…I underestimated how he felt, obviously. He seriously looked ready to cry, and his eyes were all intense and sad.”
I'm only including this because it'll always be a reminder that people DO think well of me sometimes, regardless of how ridic my self-esteem is. To this day, the email he sent me included some of the nicest/best compliments I've ever received.
See what I mean:
"Most people, when they see someone they're attracted to, it's either love or lust at first sight. When I saw you for the first time, neither of these were the case. My first reaction was that you were someone just incredibly special for some reason I really had no right to think since I didn't even know you. Nevertheless, that was my reaction to you - somehow, your presence transcended mere emotion or sexuality and went right to your whole importance of being. I knew the moment I saw you that you were someone truly amazing, regardless of any affiliation I might or might not have with you. I'm not saying I don't think you're attractive, because, as I said this evening, you are without question the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and that is not an exaggeration. That's not something I do; and I feel almost too comfortable when I'm around you. Your mannerisms, your grace, your presence makes me feel okay to be me, a true rarity in my life…You're too good a person to ever feel bad…if just knowing that at least someone thinks that way about you can make a rainy day just a little less rainy, I'll be happy."
The last line is the main reason I wanted to save this here. It still means something to me, and I really hope he later found someone great who was able to reciprocate his feelings.
Nov. 14, 2003: Like, six months from now, I randomly run into my lovah at the mall, and take a running leap at him, knocking him to the ground. And we're all next to the Teddy-Bear making store, and the Moms are covering their kids' eyes in horror, and my lovah's all "I feel so violated!" Haha. Or I simply kiss him, and then burst into flames. Oh, but what a way to go."
WHY COULDN'T HE HAVE ASKED ME OUT? Damn him. (of course I was still terrified at the prospect of that as well, but whatev. Heh. I wish I had met him a few years later/been more brave)
Mar. 1, 2004: “Imagine an apartment in Tigard, Oregon. Then add one tablespoon of Rachael, and double that with a spoonful of dosidella, stir vigorously, and voila! Recipe for danger!"
Sept. 20, 2004: “Mainly, I just felt the need to post how my nephew is the cutest damn baby in the world. No, THE WORLD, okay? And the smartest, and the sweetest. He could totally win in a baby deathmatch for those things. Heh, like Baby vs. Baby: Fight to the death!”
Hee. He really was cute though.
Told you.
Oct. 1, 2004: “dosi and I have drank of the vodka. A little too much. This would be funnier if there were more errors, but i keep fixing them, because even as a drunken person, I am still anal, apparently. Jen says hi. And I keep making typos, but then I fix them, when I should just leave them. God, I am the worst drunken poster, EVER. And I totally just barfed, by the way. I t was GREAT. Now, we are supposed to write a drunken fanfic about Mulder and Scully. Possibly in a Jeopardy crossover. More to come, toomrow. That's wrong, but I'm leavig it, for prosperity. dosi i slaughing at me, but that's okay.
i should kle let her take over at this point, becvause she is worse than me. and did I mention that vodka is AWESOME. tomorrow, i will regret this terribly. but tonight, THE DAY IS MINE, TREBEK!".
Never. stops. being. funny.
July 17, 2005: “Kevin is telling me I have to admit I'm drunk. He is a cockblocking West Virginian. And he says if I post that, with the West Virginian part, he's going to murder me. Possibly like a West Virginian. It's all this big, strange Pennsylvanian thing. I don't know. But I still say I'm just almost drunk. Hahaha.”
May 11, 2006: "So I was going to tell you guys about this girl I knew who had been increasingly questioning her sexuality over the last year or so…Oh wait, except that's not another girl, that's me. Right."
Who saw that one coming?![/sarcasm]
Random artwork, enjoy.
Dec. 19, 2006: “There's also the girl I've been hanging out with…It's sort of becoming a more-than-friends thing…Jen will probably laugh if she reads this, because I overanalyzed it with her on the phone the other night like a big spazz (as is my wont)."
July 4, 2009: “I have a new niece. She turns one this August, and is a little hell-raiser…Jayden meanwhile is turning six on Tuesday. SIX, people!"
Aug. 5, 2009: “TV is clearly my soul-mate. And if it were legal to marry a TV show, Battlestar Galactica would pretty much be my newest spouse, all shiny and pretty and new. Except X-Files would totes own the coveted 1st Wife status, and would probably look down on Bones and Battlestar Galactica like "whatever, just because it's been a few years, you're all passing me by for these young 20 year-olds? And what the hell is with this So You Think You Can Dance nonsense? You're hooking up with reality shows now?! I thought we had something special!" And then I'd have to be like "No, baby, you know you're always #1 in my heart. But I love these new shows too. You know they'll never have what we had though! Remember the long walks on the beach, the hours of fanfic-reading, the yelling at Chris Carter?" And then I'd buy it flowers and we'd kiss and make up before probably inevitably getting interrupted by the Damn Bee. But that's a whole 'nother story. Hee.”
Like I said.
Sept. 15, 2009: “And thus concludes our coverage of Rachael's Trip to Pittsburgh, 2009. I think from these pictures we can gather several pieces of wisdom:
-Rachael should not be allowed to make punk-rock signs so much
-Kevin should not be allowed near mp3s while drunk. Or conversely he should, but only when a camera is present to better assist in future humiliation on my livejournal
-Jen should next time be dragged into our ridiculousness, because she got off way too easy here
-and, finally, Long Island Iced Teas are delicious.”
Sept. 26, 2009: “Angry Guy: This transfer should be for 3 hours!
Driver: No, it shouldn't be. It should be for an hour and a half.
Angry Guy: IT SHOULD BE FOR THREE! The other driver gives it to me for three!
Driver: We have this argument everyday, and I'm telling you: it's for one and a half.
Angry Guy: NO IT'S NOT.
Driver: I've worked on these buses for a damn long time, okay? I'm not gonna argue with you, sir.
Angry Guy: YOU'RE BEING AN ASSHOLE!
Driver: No, I'm not. YOU are.
Angry Guy: NO, YOU ARE.
Driver: OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT? You want a transfer for three hours? Do you? GET UP HERE AND GET ONE THEN. I'M DONE ARGUING WITH YOU.
Passenger: *grabs transfer & continues to bitch & moan about why the driver is an asshole*
Driver: Why are you still complaining? I gave you what you wanted, now sit down!
Passenger: YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE.
Punk: No, YOU'RE an asshole.
Angry Guy: What? No I'm not.
Punk: Yes, you are. He gave you what you wanted, so shut the hell up.
Angry Guy: *continues to argue*
Punk: CHECK THE SIGN, DUDE.
And then he pulled out one of his cardboard signs that read--and I am dead serious here--FUCK YOU. It actually said "FUCK YOU" in big capital letters, people. I COULDN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP IF I TRIED.”
OMG, I miss all the bus stories. Heh. That'll be something to look forward to at least, once I start working again.
Jan. 3, 2010: "Here's to friends, here's to therapy, here's to surviving & being alive today to tell the tale. Here's to faith and the times when God is all you have, even if you're not truly sure you believe in Him. Here's to all the people who didn't make it along the way. Here's to those who died on 9-11, the tsanami, Katrina, Afghanistan, Iraq, Bali, Sri Lanka, Sudan, and on and on. Here's to everyone suffering right now who feels like they can't make it, but will. Here's to the ones who won't. Here's to the audacity of hope & the first African American president. Here's to same sex marriage, to a world with no signs that say "God hates fags." Here's to television and fandom and silly livejournal posts that make me laugh. Here's to a new decade and a new beginning. Here's to 3,650 days, one at a time. Here's to life, y'all. Here's to life."
Self-explanatory.
I'm still proud of that picspam! Heh. And in case you're a newbie & have never seen it, here you go.
Mar. 21, 2010: LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLE.
SO MUCH FUN.
Hee,bibliodragon, I'll always feel bonded to you for that match. Puppy killeerrrrrr.
Mar. 27, 2010: "Chris Carter: And the tagline will be, "The truth is out there."
Ron Moore: Ooh, that's good. Mine will be, "And they have a plan."
Chris Carter: Awesome, dude!
Ron Moore: But guess what?
Chris Carter: What?
Ron Moore: They won't.
Chris Carter: Ha!
Ron Moore: I mean, not other than "kill everyone," which is an obvious plan anyway if you think about it.
Chris Carter: That's cool. Because you wanna know something?
Ron Moore: Huh?
Chris Carter: The truth isn't really out there. I'm just making it up as I go along.
Ron Moore: Sweet.
Chris Carter: You wanna know how long I'm gonna string 'em along with the bee shit? And then what the end of the Samantha storyline will be? C'mere. . .*whispers in Ron Moore's ear*
Ron Moore: *laughs & laughs* Oh, man, that's rich! But that's nothin' compared to what I've got in store for my people when it comes to PIGEONS! JUST YOU WAIT!"
Apr. 3, 2010: "Me: I have important news for you. Guess what's returning tonight?
Coworker: What? Glee?
Me: No, bitch. BONES. BONES IS RETURNING.
Coworker: Ohhh. But I have plans tonight!
Me: THAT IS NO EXCUSE.
Coworker: It is too!
Me: NO, NICOLE. JUST, NO. DON'T YOU HAVE PRIORITIES?
Coworker: My nieces are coming to visit!
Me:. . .Okay, I suppose that's a good excuse.
Coworker: Right?
Me: BUT DON'T YOU KNOW THAT'S WHAT YOUR DVR IS FOR?
Coworker: But I already have conflicting shows!
Me: YOU LISTEN HERE. HULU.COM. FOX.COM. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR GUFF.
Coworker: But I already stare at a computer all day at work!
Me: DAMN YOU, NICOLE."
Apr. 10, 2010: "Me: Nicole, I hope you know what you missed out on last night.
Nicole: *rolls eyes & ignores me, smiling*
Me: BIG-HAPPENINGS, NICOLE. EPIC SHIT WAS HAD.
My work-crush: What? What big-happenings?
Me: Oh, on my show. Heh.
Work-crush: What's your show?
Me: Er, Bones. I've been kinda stalking Nicole about it for a year now. She loves it.
Nicole: *fake-sighs*
Work-crush: Oh! I like that show!
Me: *stares*[/crush growing]
Work-crush: Except I can't watch it right now because Fox won't come in on my tv.
Me: You poor thing!
Work-crush: That's actually a good show, Nicole!
Nicole: I'm sure it is!
Work-crush: You should watch it!
Nicole: OMG! I DON'T HAVE TIME!
Other coworker: Meow!
Me: *cracking up*"
Remember how great the 5th season was?
And how 'bout that finale?
And of course one can't forget my XF recaps (still hope to get back to those someday):
Heh, "jaunty." Blame my love of Lauren Graham & jaunty woodland paths for that one.
Apr. 25, 2010: "Me: WTF is up with HOW SLOW IT IS?
Meredith: I hate April.
Me: Stupid Easter month!
Meredith: Thanks a lot, Jesus!
Me: God, really. So selfish!
Meredith: Couldn't have just taken a day. Had to take the whole month!
Me: Damn't, I NEED SOME SALES!
Meredith: C'mon, Jesus, TAKE THE WHEEL!
Me: HA!
. . .
Me: These non-purchasers personally offend me.
Meredith: You should tell them that.
Me: I just might.
Meredith: Tell them you think they smell.
Me: And then I should make them apologize, and think about what they've done.
Meredith: Right, like, "stop being so poor!"
Me: Exactly! God!. . .Hey, you remember Monday when I had my great sales day? How I was so gung-ho about making my goal for the month & getting a big bonus?
Meredith: And then Jesus took the wheel?
Me: *dies*
Meredith: Jesus needs some driver's ed!
SERIOUSLY. TEARS. DOWN MY FACE. Hahaha."
June 4, 2010: "I attended an Al-Anon meeting…I thought it was lovely."
June 20, 2010: (re: my high school reunion) "My throat hurts from talking loud all night. Also, I'm drunk…I pulled a Brennan & stuck my foot in my mouth when I ran into an old friend…was like, "Oh my God, are you pregnant?"…TOO BAD SHE WASN'T. Awwwwkward! Hahahaha. Aimee (one of the friends I came with) was DYING."
Memmmmmories.
While I'm at it, how about a few more pics from last summer?
I also got back to doing artwork last year:
(Izzie did too)
Oct. 28, 2010: "BOYS. There are boys & they are suddenly talking to me. It's very confusing."
Nov. 5, 2010: "Soooo. . .it's possible this job is so simple & mindless that my brain has been doing nothing but daydreaming about Booth & Brennan for days on end. . .I'm actually pondering the frightening idea of taking my live-action fanfic daydreams & turning them into a fanfic reality.
In other words: writing a story."
Cue:
Nov. 8, 2010: "Jayden: *talking non-stop*
My sister: Jayden, I love you, but sometimes you make me want to go mental.
Jayden: I guess you want to be like Grammy then!
Me: HA!”
Still makes me laugh.
Observe as rachg82 conforms to social norms by letting someone poke holes in her ears.
Still a very important day for me.
Dec. 10, 2010: "Zee fanfic o' insecurity & everlasting procrastination, mi amigas: IT IS DONE. . .I am proud, for serious. . .Most importantly though, this endeavor allowed me to discover that I really, really like creative writing. Who knew?"
Me &dradiscontact.
Dec. 31, 2010: "12/31/10: I made it. . .
So, maybe, in the end, God did listen."
Birthday shenanigans. HOW AM I 29?
Feb. 12, 2011: akilah: twilight, sigh
Rachael: i know
remember when vampires killed people?
akilah: I hate vampires! I do not think they are sexy. they creep me out
Rachael: they want to suck your bloooood
akilah: creeeeeeeepy
Rachael: and they're dead. even better. haha
akilah: necrophilia
they just get sexier
Rachael: they would have no problem with impotence though
*rimshot*
would you believe i made that joke while eating dinner?
akilah: hahahahah”
Feb. 20, 2010: "permockable: who can i write to to complain about my lack of blisters?
me: the international music department of friction
permockable: that sounds dirty
me: mmm-hmmm
ain't nothin' wrong with a little bump & grind
permockable: true
my cats are evil, have i mentioned?
me: do they work for the dept of friction?
permockable: they say no, but does the dept of friction employe spies?
i don't know where that extra e came from
my typing is off tonight
me: the extra 'e' was a spy. and yes. they also employ balloons. y'know, for the friction.
permockable: that's pretty scandalous
…
me: DAMN YOU, PORTLANDIA
permockable: KEEPIN THE BOYS FROM THE YARD
me: that yard needs to be mowed!
permockable: I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO CAPSLOCK ABOUT
me: wait, is "yard" slang for her cha cha?
permockable: i hope not.
me: maybe she needs to mow it
permockable: this conversation got weird
me: doesn't it always?
permockable: I WAS INNOCENTLY TALKING ABOUT MY CHAI TEA MILKSHAKE AND ITS AWESOME, OKAY?
me: you do know the song i'm talking about, right?
permockable: yes
me: just makin' sure, hee
permockable: but then you're all like, "(SPOILER ALERT) ............... THE YARD IS HER VAGINA!!!"
me: BUT IT TOTALLY IS
permockable: OR MAYBE IT IS JUST A NICE COURTYARD WITH A BENCH AND SOME LOVELY TREES. HOW ABOUT THAT.
me: SURE, AND IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT COURTYARD IS. . .
HER VAGINA
permockable: IS HER VAGINA SITTING ON THE BENCH, JUST WONDERING
me: no, it's climbing the tree
it wants to fly. a whole new wooooorld
permockable: that's not fair because i don't remember any of the lyrics to that song.
me: SHINING, SHIMMERING SPLENDOR
permockable: SOMETHING SOMETHING SURRENDER
me: a flying CARPET, jen. her RUG.
permockable: OMG
me: what is my brain?
permockable: answer: awesome"
Mar. 17, 2011: "me: i think GLUTEN is like its own trend
permockable: yeah, GLUTEN is pretty widespread
because it's like evil
me: "have you tried hating GLUTEN yet? it's so NOW"
"your cheeks will be less puffy & everything!"
permockable: right!
me: people won't shut up about the puffy cheeks
WHAT IF YOU WERE PART CHIPMUNK. WHAT THEN.
permockable: haha
…
me: soylent green is GLUTEN is totally going to be my next lj heading
it might be the title of my memoir
permockable: haha that's awesome
to serve GLUTEN is a cookbook
i know that made no sense, but
me: i thought there was going to be an ellipsis after that
like
a cookbook. . .
for disaster
permockable: ohh nice
i didn't think of that
it must be the GLUTEN
me: that could be the next 007 movie. GLUTEN IS A DISH BEST SERVED DEAD.
permockable: hahaha
i'll just be over here with my bread
me: watch those cheeks!"
ILU, Jen. Ha.
And finally, let's end this with two pics of little ole me now:
And that's it! Here's to another 1,000 posts. Please feel free to comment & share memories of your own, either about our friendship or just about your time here on LJ in general, et cetera.
I don't even want to know how long this will look, considering all the pictures. Heh. *covers eyes & hits "post"*
For my Vid of the Day, let's keep with the theme:
(Psst: note the Rocky theme song as my current music selection. Heh. *runs heroically up flight of stairs*)
Obviously, I couldn't let this ~momentous event~ pass by without some kind of tribute. I mean, seriously, if you stretched my entries out one per year, you'd have a millennium of Rachified Rambling. WHAT THE.
Thankfully, I have my Year in Review posts & lots o' tags for lots o' subjects, so taking y'all on a journey down Memory Lane is as simple as pie. (Though, can I just say, pie? Is not simple. WTF, cooking cliches. It should be updated to "simple as ordering a pizza." THAT'S simple. Plus, pizza can also technically be called a pie. HA, relevant.)
Anyway. I thought about how to organize this, and I decided that I wanted it to be something celebratory & fun; the sort of thing I could look back at later for cheering up when needed (similar to my Year in Review posts, but focusing solely on positive things). So, I gathered together a mess of smile-inducing pictures & quotes & other random nonsense from the last 8.5 years and smooshed it all together into one cray cray sentimental entry. It's exactly the type of time-suck project I needed last night, and I hope the rest of you will enjoy it too.
P.S. This misty water-colored event is dedicated to all of you on my flist, most especially:
dosidella, keenai, sonneta, nomnivore, jasminelily, auroura76, maryng, and all the rest of the original Meta/TWoP crowd. Y'all have been with me from the *start*, and I KNOW you're a huge part of why I'm still here. And I do mean that literally. I am so grateful for all of you.Aiiight, but enough of all that, and let's get down to it.
Sept. 12, 2002:
"Hmm, so, I've never done this whole LJ thing before, but Dosidella signed me up for it tonight…I could always use more places to ramble. Heh, watch as this becomes some massive novel…"
TRUER WORDS WERE NEVER SPOKEN.
Hey, it's me! Waaaay back when this journal first started.
Dec. 12, 2002:
"Rachael's feet: Oh, the pain! Why must she torture us, so?
Troll, chillin' in a pair of lederhozen: This is why The Project was set in motion, my friends. If you join our side, you can have your revenge!
Feet: Oh, well, I don't know. She did ask for that foot massager last Christmas…
Troll: And how many times has she used it? Hmm?
Feet: Uh, once?
Troll: Thank you. She doesn't deserve you two. All you do is work, work, work for her. And what do you get in return? Pain! Fight the power, feet! Fight the power that be!
Feet: *look at each other, and nod* We're in."
Jan. 28, 2003: "I should drink more often. And now I can! Because I'm 21!…Life of alcoholism, here I come!
Haha, just kidding."
Jan. 31, 2003: "rachmarieg: ha! i bet those smurfs were horny little bastards. i mean, with just one woman?
o TinkerI3ell o: I know! It's like they were all ready to just turn gay then Smurfette shows up prancing around in her little dress all "Oh Papa!"
rachmarieg: "will you smurf me?"
o TinkerI3ell o: Smurf my smurf
rachmarieg: hee. smurf kind of sounds like a word for cooter
o TinkerI3ell o: Dude! I am so calling it my smurf now
rachmarieg: ha!
rachmarieg: you should
rachmarieg: so wrong
o TinkerI3ell o: "my smurf is bleeding!" hee
rachmarieg: i just picture a smurf's head between your legs, when you say that, i hope you know
rachmarieg: you'd want that, though, wouldn't you?
rachmarieg: sick bastard
o TinkerI3ell o: HA! That is so quoteable"
May 14, 2003: “TinkNGiles: a penguin figure skating
rachmarieg: bunnies figure-skating!
TinkNGiles: penguin and bunny couples in a figure-skating competition!
rachmarieg: dogs in a synchronized swimming competition
TinkNGiles: kitties batting at flowers
rachmarieg: mice roller-skating
TinkNGiles: mice playing catch
rachmarieg: lions playing basketball
rachmarieg: with little outfits and everything
rachmarieg: lionesses are the cheerleaders
TinkNGiles: how sexist
rachmarieg: yeah, well, the lions spend all their time sleeping. bout time they got off their asses
TinkNGiles: hee!
rachmarieg: a pig in a doctor uniform
TinkNGiles: a doctor in a pig uniform
rachmarieg: hee
rachmarieg: i love you”
Hahaha. THIS COMMENT. I still remembered Jen being all, "Um, dude, are you sure you're not bi?", but I'd forgotten she wasn't the only one. I MISS FISHY. I wish she still posted. Same goes for Tink.
July 7, 2003: "My hands smell like baby. Probably because I was just holding one. One that happenned to be MY NEPHEW.
Hahaha. Or, in other words, a freaking BABY just came out of my SISTER. I'm still a little in shock over it.”
Despite the loss, and everything that's happened, pictures & memories like that still bring up positive associations for me. He was just so freakin' adorable.
July 30, 2003: “I told him that I thought it'd be better if we were just friends…I underestimated how he felt, obviously. He seriously looked ready to cry, and his eyes were all intense and sad.”
I'm only including this because it'll always be a reminder that people DO think well of me sometimes, regardless of how ridic my self-esteem is. To this day, the email he sent me included some of the nicest/best compliments I've ever received.
See what I mean:
"Most people, when they see someone they're attracted to, it's either love or lust at first sight. When I saw you for the first time, neither of these were the case. My first reaction was that you were someone just incredibly special for some reason I really had no right to think since I didn't even know you. Nevertheless, that was my reaction to you - somehow, your presence transcended mere emotion or sexuality and went right to your whole importance of being. I knew the moment I saw you that you were someone truly amazing, regardless of any affiliation I might or might not have with you. I'm not saying I don't think you're attractive, because, as I said this evening, you are without question the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and that is not an exaggeration. That's not something I do; and I feel almost too comfortable when I'm around you. Your mannerisms, your grace, your presence makes me feel okay to be me, a true rarity in my life…You're too good a person to ever feel bad…if just knowing that at least someone thinks that way about you can make a rainy day just a little less rainy, I'll be happy."
The last line is the main reason I wanted to save this here. It still means something to me, and I really hope he later found someone great who was able to reciprocate his feelings.
Nov. 14, 2003: Like, six months from now, I randomly run into my lovah at the mall, and take a running leap at him, knocking him to the ground. And we're all next to the Teddy-Bear making store, and the Moms are covering their kids' eyes in horror, and my lovah's all "I feel so violated!" Haha. Or I simply kiss him, and then burst into flames. Oh, but what a way to go."
WHY COULDN'T HE HAVE ASKED ME OUT? Damn him. (of course I was still terrified at the prospect of that as well, but whatev. Heh. I wish I had met him a few years later/been more brave)
Mar. 1, 2004: “Imagine an apartment in Tigard, Oregon. Then add one tablespoon of Rachael, and double that with a spoonful of dosidella, stir vigorously, and voila! Recipe for danger!"
Sept. 20, 2004: “Mainly, I just felt the need to post how my nephew is the cutest damn baby in the world. No, THE WORLD, okay? And the smartest, and the sweetest. He could totally win in a baby deathmatch for those things. Heh, like Baby vs. Baby: Fight to the death!”
Hee. He really was cute though.
Told you.
Oct. 1, 2004: “dosi and I have drank of the vodka. A little too much. This would be funnier if there were more errors, but i keep fixing them, because even as a drunken person, I am still anal, apparently. Jen says hi. And I keep making typos, but then I fix them, when I should just leave them. God, I am the worst drunken poster, EVER. And I totally just barfed, by the way. I t was GREAT. Now, we are supposed to write a drunken fanfic about Mulder and Scully. Possibly in a Jeopardy crossover. More to come, toomrow. That's wrong, but I'm leavig it, for prosperity. dosi i slaughing at me, but that's okay.
i should kle let her take over at this point, becvause she is worse than me. and did I mention that vodka is AWESOME. tomorrow, i will regret this terribly. but tonight, THE DAY IS MINE, TREBEK!".
Never. stops. being. funny.
July 17, 2005: “Kevin is telling me I have to admit I'm drunk. He is a cockblocking West Virginian. And he says if I post that, with the West Virginian part, he's going to murder me. Possibly like a West Virginian. It's all this big, strange Pennsylvanian thing. I don't know. But I still say I'm just almost drunk. Hahaha.”
May 11, 2006: "So I was going to tell you guys about this girl I knew who had been increasingly questioning her sexuality over the last year or so…Oh wait, except that's not another girl, that's me. Right."
Who saw that one coming?![/sarcasm]
Random artwork, enjoy.
Dec. 19, 2006: “There's also the girl I've been hanging out with…It's sort of becoming a more-than-friends thing…Jen will probably laugh if she reads this, because I overanalyzed it with her on the phone the other night like a big spazz (as is my wont)."
July 4, 2009: “I have a new niece. She turns one this August, and is a little hell-raiser…Jayden meanwhile is turning six on Tuesday. SIX, people!"
Aug. 5, 2009: “TV is clearly my soul-mate. And if it were legal to marry a TV show, Battlestar Galactica would pretty much be my newest spouse, all shiny and pretty and new. Except X-Files would totes own the coveted 1st Wife status, and would probably look down on Bones and Battlestar Galactica like "whatever, just because it's been a few years, you're all passing me by for these young 20 year-olds? And what the hell is with this So You Think You Can Dance nonsense? You're hooking up with reality shows now?! I thought we had something special!" And then I'd have to be like "No, baby, you know you're always #1 in my heart. But I love these new shows too. You know they'll never have what we had though! Remember the long walks on the beach, the hours of fanfic-reading, the yelling at Chris Carter?" And then I'd buy it flowers and we'd kiss and make up before probably inevitably getting interrupted by the Damn Bee. But that's a whole 'nother story. Hee.”
Like I said.
Sept. 15, 2009: “And thus concludes our coverage of Rachael's Trip to Pittsburgh, 2009. I think from these pictures we can gather several pieces of wisdom:
-Rachael should not be allowed to make punk-rock signs so much
-Kevin should not be allowed near mp3s while drunk. Or conversely he should, but only when a camera is present to better assist in future humiliation on my livejournal
-Jen should next time be dragged into our ridiculousness, because she got off way too easy here
-and, finally, Long Island Iced Teas are delicious.”
Sept. 26, 2009: “Angry Guy: This transfer should be for 3 hours!
Driver: No, it shouldn't be. It should be for an hour and a half.
Angry Guy: IT SHOULD BE FOR THREE! The other driver gives it to me for three!
Driver: We have this argument everyday, and I'm telling you: it's for one and a half.
Angry Guy: NO IT'S NOT.
Driver: I've worked on these buses for a damn long time, okay? I'm not gonna argue with you, sir.
Angry Guy: YOU'RE BEING AN ASSHOLE!
Driver: No, I'm not. YOU are.
Angry Guy: NO, YOU ARE.
Driver: OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT? You want a transfer for three hours? Do you? GET UP HERE AND GET ONE THEN. I'M DONE ARGUING WITH YOU.
Passenger: *grabs transfer & continues to bitch & moan about why the driver is an asshole*
Driver: Why are you still complaining? I gave you what you wanted, now sit down!
Passenger: YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE.
Punk: No, YOU'RE an asshole.
Angry Guy: What? No I'm not.
Punk: Yes, you are. He gave you what you wanted, so shut the hell up.
Angry Guy: *continues to argue*
Punk: CHECK THE SIGN, DUDE.
And then he pulled out one of his cardboard signs that read--and I am dead serious here--FUCK YOU. It actually said "FUCK YOU" in big capital letters, people. I COULDN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP IF I TRIED.”
OMG, I miss all the bus stories. Heh. That'll be something to look forward to at least, once I start working again.
Jan. 3, 2010: "Here's to friends, here's to therapy, here's to surviving & being alive today to tell the tale. Here's to faith and the times when God is all you have, even if you're not truly sure you believe in Him. Here's to all the people who didn't make it along the way. Here's to those who died on 9-11, the tsanami, Katrina, Afghanistan, Iraq, Bali, Sri Lanka, Sudan, and on and on. Here's to everyone suffering right now who feels like they can't make it, but will. Here's to the ones who won't. Here's to the audacity of hope & the first African American president. Here's to same sex marriage, to a world with no signs that say "God hates fags." Here's to television and fandom and silly livejournal posts that make me laugh. Here's to a new decade and a new beginning. Here's to 3,650 days, one at a time. Here's to life, y'all. Here's to life."
Self-explanatory.
I'm still proud of that picspam! Heh. And in case you're a newbie & have never seen it, here you go.
Mar. 21, 2010: LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLE.
SO MUCH FUN.
Hee,
bibliodragon, I'll always feel bonded to you for that match. Puppy killeerrrrrr.Mar. 27, 2010: "Chris Carter: And the tagline will be, "The truth is out there."
Ron Moore: Ooh, that's good. Mine will be, "And they have a plan."
Chris Carter: Awesome, dude!
Ron Moore: But guess what?
Chris Carter: What?
Ron Moore: They won't.
Chris Carter: Ha!
Ron Moore: I mean, not other than "kill everyone," which is an obvious plan anyway if you think about it.
Chris Carter: That's cool. Because you wanna know something?
Ron Moore: Huh?
Chris Carter: The truth isn't really out there. I'm just making it up as I go along.
Ron Moore: Sweet.
Chris Carter: You wanna know how long I'm gonna string 'em along with the bee shit? And then what the end of the Samantha storyline will be? C'mere. . .*whispers in Ron Moore's ear*
Ron Moore: *laughs & laughs* Oh, man, that's rich! But that's nothin' compared to what I've got in store for my people when it comes to PIGEONS! JUST YOU WAIT!"
Apr. 3, 2010: "Me: I have important news for you. Guess what's returning tonight?
Coworker: What? Glee?
Me: No, bitch. BONES. BONES IS RETURNING.
Coworker: Ohhh. But I have plans tonight!
Me: THAT IS NO EXCUSE.
Coworker: It is too!
Me: NO, NICOLE. JUST, NO. DON'T YOU HAVE PRIORITIES?
Coworker: My nieces are coming to visit!
Me:. . .Okay, I suppose that's a good excuse.
Coworker: Right?
Me: BUT DON'T YOU KNOW THAT'S WHAT YOUR DVR IS FOR?
Coworker: But I already have conflicting shows!
Me: YOU LISTEN HERE. HULU.COM. FOX.COM. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR GUFF.
Coworker: But I already stare at a computer all day at work!
Me: DAMN YOU, NICOLE."
Apr. 10, 2010: "Me: Nicole, I hope you know what you missed out on last night.
Nicole: *rolls eyes & ignores me, smiling*
Me: BIG-HAPPENINGS, NICOLE. EPIC SHIT WAS HAD.
My work-crush: What? What big-happenings?
Me: Oh, on my show. Heh.
Work-crush: What's your show?
Me: Er, Bones. I've been kinda stalking Nicole about it for a year now. She loves it.
Nicole: *fake-sighs*
Work-crush: Oh! I like that show!
Me: *stares*[/crush growing]
Work-crush: Except I can't watch it right now because Fox won't come in on my tv.
Me: You poor thing!
Work-crush: That's actually a good show, Nicole!
Nicole: I'm sure it is!
Work-crush: You should watch it!
Nicole: OMG! I DON'T HAVE TIME!
Other coworker: Meow!
Me: *cracking up*"
Remember how great the 5th season was?
And how 'bout that finale?
And of course one can't forget my XF recaps (still hope to get back to those someday):
Heh, "jaunty." Blame my love of Lauren Graham & jaunty woodland paths for that one.
Apr. 25, 2010: "Me: WTF is up with HOW SLOW IT IS?
Meredith: I hate April.
Me: Stupid Easter month!
Meredith: Thanks a lot, Jesus!
Me: God, really. So selfish!
Meredith: Couldn't have just taken a day. Had to take the whole month!
Me: Damn't, I NEED SOME SALES!
Meredith: C'mon, Jesus, TAKE THE WHEEL!
Me: HA!
. . .
Me: These non-purchasers personally offend me.
Meredith: You should tell them that.
Me: I just might.
Meredith: Tell them you think they smell.
Me: And then I should make them apologize, and think about what they've done.
Meredith: Right, like, "stop being so poor!"
Me: Exactly! God!. . .Hey, you remember Monday when I had my great sales day? How I was so gung-ho about making my goal for the month & getting a big bonus?
Meredith: And then Jesus took the wheel?
Me: *dies*
Meredith: Jesus needs some driver's ed!
SERIOUSLY. TEARS. DOWN MY FACE. Hahaha."
June 4, 2010: "I attended an Al-Anon meeting…I thought it was lovely."
June 20, 2010: (re: my high school reunion) "My throat hurts from talking loud all night. Also, I'm drunk…I pulled a Brennan & stuck my foot in my mouth when I ran into an old friend…was like, "Oh my God, are you pregnant?"…TOO BAD SHE WASN'T. Awwwwkward! Hahahaha. Aimee (one of the friends I came with) was DYING."
Memmmmmories.
While I'm at it, how about a few more pics from last summer?
I also got back to doing artwork last year:
(Izzie did too)
Oct. 28, 2010: "BOYS. There are boys & they are suddenly talking to me. It's very confusing."
Nov. 5, 2010: "Soooo. . .it's possible this job is so simple & mindless that my brain has been doing nothing but daydreaming about Booth & Brennan for days on end. . .I'm actually pondering the frightening idea of taking my live-action fanfic daydreams & turning them into a fanfic reality.
In other words: writing a story."
Cue:
Nov. 8, 2010: "Jayden: *talking non-stop*
My sister: Jayden, I love you, but sometimes you make me want to go mental.
Jayden: I guess you want to be like Grammy then!
Me: HA!”
Still makes me laugh.
Observe as rachg82 conforms to social norms by letting someone poke holes in her ears.
Still a very important day for me.
Dec. 10, 2010: "Zee fanfic o' insecurity & everlasting procrastination, mi amigas: IT IS DONE. . .I am proud, for serious. . .Most importantly though, this endeavor allowed me to discover that I really, really like creative writing. Who knew?"
Me &
dradiscontact.Dec. 31, 2010: "12/31/10: I made it. . .
So, maybe, in the end, God did listen."
Birthday shenanigans. HOW AM I 29?
Feb. 12, 2011: akilah: twilight, sigh
Rachael: i know
remember when vampires killed people?
akilah: I hate vampires! I do not think they are sexy. they creep me out
Rachael: they want to suck your bloooood
akilah: creeeeeeeepy
Rachael: and they're dead. even better. haha
akilah: necrophilia
they just get sexier
Rachael: they would have no problem with impotence though
*rimshot*
would you believe i made that joke while eating dinner?
akilah: hahahahah”
Feb. 20, 2010: "permockable: who can i write to to complain about my lack of blisters?
me: the international music department of friction
permockable: that sounds dirty
me: mmm-hmmm
ain't nothin' wrong with a little bump & grind
permockable: true
my cats are evil, have i mentioned?
me: do they work for the dept of friction?
permockable: they say no, but does the dept of friction employe spies?
i don't know where that extra e came from
my typing is off tonight
me: the extra 'e' was a spy. and yes. they also employ balloons. y'know, for the friction.
permockable: that's pretty scandalous
…
me: DAMN YOU, PORTLANDIA
permockable: KEEPIN THE BOYS FROM THE YARD
me: that yard needs to be mowed!
permockable: I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO CAPSLOCK ABOUT
me: wait, is "yard" slang for her cha cha?
permockable: i hope not.
me: maybe she needs to mow it
permockable: this conversation got weird
me: doesn't it always?
permockable: I WAS INNOCENTLY TALKING ABOUT MY CHAI TEA MILKSHAKE AND ITS AWESOME, OKAY?
me: you do know the song i'm talking about, right?
permockable: yes
me: just makin' sure, hee
permockable: but then you're all like, "(SPOILER ALERT) ............... THE YARD IS HER VAGINA!!!"
me: BUT IT TOTALLY IS
permockable: OR MAYBE IT IS JUST A NICE COURTYARD WITH A BENCH AND SOME LOVELY TREES. HOW ABOUT THAT.
me: SURE, AND IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT COURTYARD IS. . .
HER VAGINA
permockable: IS HER VAGINA SITTING ON THE BENCH, JUST WONDERING
me: no, it's climbing the tree
it wants to fly. a whole new wooooorld
permockable: that's not fair because i don't remember any of the lyrics to that song.
me: SHINING, SHIMMERING SPLENDOR
permockable: SOMETHING SOMETHING SURRENDER
me: a flying CARPET, jen. her RUG.
permockable: OMG
me: what is my brain?
permockable: answer: awesome"
Mar. 17, 2011: "me: i think GLUTEN is like its own trend
permockable: yeah, GLUTEN is pretty widespread
because it's like evil
me: "have you tried hating GLUTEN yet? it's so NOW"
"your cheeks will be less puffy & everything!"
permockable: right!
me: people won't shut up about the puffy cheeks
WHAT IF YOU WERE PART CHIPMUNK. WHAT THEN.
permockable: haha
…
me: soylent green is GLUTEN is totally going to be my next lj heading
it might be the title of my memoir
permockable: haha that's awesome
to serve GLUTEN is a cookbook
i know that made no sense, but
me: i thought there was going to be an ellipsis after that
like
a cookbook. . .
for disaster
permockable: ohh nice
i didn't think of that
it must be the GLUTEN
me: that could be the next 007 movie. GLUTEN IS A DISH BEST SERVED DEAD.
permockable: hahaha
i'll just be over here with my bread
me: watch those cheeks!"
ILU, Jen. Ha.
And finally, let's end this with two pics of little ole me now:
And that's it! Here's to another 1,000 posts. Please feel free to comment & share memories of your own, either about our friendship or just about your time here on LJ in general, et cetera.
I don't even want to know how long this will look, considering all the pictures. Heh. *covers eyes & hits "post"*
For my Vid of the Day, let's keep with the theme:
