In My Head...
Dec. 25th, 2006
due to loss of computer priveledges and packing needing to be done, there has been a sad absence of space crystal update-ation.
i have sad sad news. it seems i added too much water when mixing the chemiclas for our dear crystal. because of this, it is not growing properly, and instead making weird-ass little growths on the bottom of my crystal-growing-vessel (tm).
THIS CAN BE REMEDIED. but not before i get back, as my dad's expertise in chemistry is needed for the rebirth of my emerald space crystal.
due to the seriousness and lack-of-joy of the situation, i have refrained from naming it, as of yet. but as soon as it is reborn (hopefully on January 1, the 2nd at the latest) i shall let you all know and the celebrations shall proceed.
so i'm off to NYC yo. ciao.
Dec. 20th, 2006
10:06 pm - EMERALD CRYSTAL GROWTH DAY ONE
on the first day of Channukah, my true love gave to me...
an emerald crystal growing kit!! w00t!!!!
for serious, my daddy gave me a kit to grow my very on space crystal. it's so exciting. anyways, i just finished mixing up the chemicals (my hands are permanently stained green, but whatevs) and now i have to wait an hour for progress...
THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY EXCITING IT'S ALMOST SICKENING.
updates will follow on the progress of my amazing emerald space crystel. oh, and i have to name it. suggestions are welcome.
Oct. 3rd, 2006
05:35 pm - gay rights
"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines
We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on livejournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "Gay Rights". If you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this. Thanks.
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.
gah, this has to be the most conniving lj post ever. if you're lazy, and don't wanna post it, it's as if you don't beleive in gay rights. but if you do, and don't wanna post, ya gotta anyways. it's like subliminal mind contorl a la "say what you beleive"
believe. oops. yeah i'm gonna pass this whole spelling test thing...
Sep. 27th, 2006
Aug. 15th, 2006
so um...today was shirtless basket ball game of all hot male counsellors in the gym...
Aug. 13th, 2006
so. umm, i have found the perfect solution to hard desks and sleeping in class.
i was going through binders belonging to my parents to try and find something for mimi's school supply list (which, btw, is absolute torture). suddenly, i happen upon a fifty year old binder (at least), all old and well...old. so i take it out, and lo and behold, it's padded. yes, it's a padded binder. why? i don't know. but it's cushy. and a perfect pillow. hello tanach/jh binder.
i babysat for my cousin and el runt, and got paid 20$. which is gold, considering i don't normally get paid for my tortuous labours. nice. i can go buy a gumball or something. whee.
so sprinkles is doing piano with Helly now. i can't wait for the next party thing, it's going to be hilarious.
last week of camp...*sob*. i don't want it to enddd.
Aug. 8th, 2006
so camp is the shiznit. so far, in three weeks and two days i've had five different bunks, and five different sets of kids that shout out RACHEL! or SIMMY! everytime i walk by, and ambush me with hugs. not counting various others who are on my bus, know me from when i play around with their counsellors (not THAT kind of playing, jeez) and reallly random ones from last year.
and the other counsellors are a) hot, in both the nice, and gorgeous way, and b) fun to talk to.
asides from that, i got my hair cut on Saturday. it's Short. with a capitol. because dude, it hardly goes past my shoulders. there are pictures under the cut, but since a) i'm not photogenic, and b) i can't take pictures, i look like crapola. so, it'll give you a good idea what it looks like, but please, i'm cuter in real life ;)
oh. and i may look sorta...soggy. my five year old boys decided it would be fun to empty their water bottles over my head...numerous times. so i was soaked for the second time this week, the first yeaterday when i was thrown into the pool fully clothed, and had to hcange into my dry bathing suit. Irony, i salut you.
and another oh. my hair is curly in most of these photos. the first two days, it was straight, but after my little "dip", it went all normal frizz again. so i washed it, and moussed it. BUT, since i got soaked all over again, it dried...funny. so i don't know if the mousse is holding up, or i'm going curlier faster then usual, but oh well.
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so um yeah. i'm gonna try and borrow Ash's straightener the day before school starts and do my hair all nice a nd purty for photos. but with my luck, i'll be tossed into a pool or soaked in any other matter right before i arrive. oh wellllll....
Aug. 4th, 2006
because i felt guilty that everyone else has been faithfully posting...
it was hot. VERY HOT. and not in that gorgeous-European-guys way either. i didn't get tanned either...my mother was being the sunscreen police. she should totally marry the sunscreen bottle. everyone would be much happier that way. and she could have little half-human half-sunscreen babies that would never be endangered from the sun. yay!
okay moving on, asides from the heat, Spain was nice. Valencia was gorgeous, and Barcelona was like New York, except older. everything is old in Spain. seriously. also, Norma Comics = love. and lots of it.
i got sick in Sevilla, and Salamanca, with like...food poisining? i think...my mom got sick too, and she said that was it but anyways.. lucky we were in an air-conditioned hotel, but i missed the Flamenco, which made me ver ver sad. but the parental units promised to take us to this Flamenco retaurant in montreal. which should be hot. in the nice way..
Spanish food is not great. seriously, the paella was the only spanish thing we ate, and almost every dish had pork or sea food. Spaniards live off pork and olives. it's sorta sad how dependant they are. but a funny thing was that they had this statue in some small hick town we passed through with a butcher cutting up little piggies. it made me laugh.
anyways, when we got back to camp, went back to camp for a week, where Wexly was being weird...so no news on that front. oh well. i have two weeks! yay!
Rawdon was my little slice of heaven. (yes monkey, you will be tied to the roof if i have to drag you up there). i'd invite milly too, but you hate ns, and hence will scorn all country forever. maybe. but anyways, i love that place. lots and lots.
and now, because i feel that in the occasion of my upcoming birthday, i should do Emilies meme thingy. so here. enjoy, and take as pardon for my longish absence.
Are you named after anyone? If so, explain.
nope, not unless you count Simmons or Mashal. The only reason they chose Rachel was because it sounded good in English, French and Hebrew. but not Yiddish. it sounds terrible in Yiddish.
of course, i am named after sheep. in every single aspect. Rachel means ewe, Avital means mountain goat, Ra-(that gutteral ch sound in hebrew)-el (my hebrew name) was a sheperdess (spelled wrong), Simmons is a kiwi name, and in New Zealand there are more sheep then people, and my initials spell RAMS. and if you really want to stretch it, Mashal means fable, and in fables there are talking sheep.
WTF?? my parents insist it's not on purpose, but i swear they had some ulterior motive or something...although what can you gain by naming your child after sheep?
Do you have your children's names picked out already? If so, is there any significance?
no. being the flipping mother-henish person i am, i'm picking names out when i'm married and expecting, and when i see my baby. then i'll know. it's sad, but true.
If you were born a member of the opposite sex what would your name have been?
Bejamin. no doubt about it, since my parents didn't know what i would be until i was born.
If you could re-name yourself what name would you pick and why?
i actually like my name. sure, it's...Sheep-ish, (no pun intended), but i like Rachel. if i had to? i'd probably change my middle name. but to what, i have no idea.
Are there any mispronunciations/typos that people do w/ your name constantly?
YES. my name is RACHEL, not Rachelle, or Rochelle, or Rachell, or any other deviation from Rachel.
and SIMMONS!! with TWO M's!!! grr. it will piss me off to no end if you call me Simons. really. ask Liz. i went to camp for three years introducing myself as Rachel-not-Rachelle, Simmons-not-Simons.
alors je dois aller, mai tata for now! (yay for lackage of language skills)
May. 20th, 2006
so my mom comes to wake me up this afternoon, and tells me i have to get up because i've had thirteen and a half hours of sleep and i won't be able to fall asleep tonight. then she tells me that i should probably get dressed before coming down, since the neighbours are in our backyard trying to coax their racoon down from out tree..
May. 11th, 2006
When i raise my kids, i'm going to live in a suburban area, with a big backyard and lots of parks. when i retire, i'm gonna get a small country house somewhere by a lake and chill. When i die i want to be buried under a willow tree.
i think i might just love Dollard. walking home at nine does that to you on a beautiful day.
i don't like the city. i would never want to live there. i don't like Montreal that much. I want to live in NZ, it feels like home. i wanna go back.
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