Oh no, not another Rachel

I've decided (not that i think anyone reads this thing but hey, maybe in a few years time on a rainy december day...) that since a) i'm not updating this thing any more, b) no-one is reading it (the two may be connected i accept), and c) i have at least two other perfectly suitable blog-like webpages of my own which - what's more - have some better features (mentioning no sites myspace or snazzy features the music player omg how cool is it?!? in particular in relation to this last point), I'm gonna let this Space become deceased, ex-blog, that has kicked the bucket and gone to meet its maker hang on what?! - insert your own dead parrot references here to taste. I must admit to being a bit of a 'Promiscuous Girl', as Nelly Furtado whines every 5 minutes on Radio 1, at least when it comes to blogging (in any other sense, hardly), and i must return to my first love and the security it offers. Well...i'll still keep my fling going with MySpace /raquelita_jovencita, but i think it is nothing more than harmless flirtation at the moment, so that's fine. I was just cruelly using Bebo to get pictures, you see. Ahaha, what a fickle navegante I am. *cackle*

 

 

 

 

My grandmother is very weird. Well, I had to get it from somewhere. Although I'll lay odds my grandfather had something to do with it too, but I'll leave him out of this for a moment as I'm trying to get round to what she said to me on the phone on Thursday:

Me: ...so then I found out I got three As, so I've got into the University I want...

Grandma Mim: *interrupts* Ooh, so you're not a member of the AA!! *thinks* Or...you're a triple A battery!! *triumphant tone* That's it!

Me: Right, Granma, ok...

 

Mind you, at least she was vaguely trying to be funny - my grandad just did his usual lecture on how i must go and work at the British Consul in Shanghai and/or Alicante, and reminded me in his 'Now you listen here my lad'-Royal-Air-Force voice that China is becoming more and more important in terms of business and I could get several highly-paid jobs translating for companies trading in the far East, couldn't I? I tried to protest futilely that I wasn't interested in that kind of job but I soon gave up, remembering that disagreeing with him is just a waste of time and that it's far easier to do non-commital 'maybe's and 'you never know's. It lets him think he is guiding my career path, even if he isn't, and after all he hasn't succeeded in doing the same with his 3 sons. Well, i guess I'd be disappointed if my son got the world record for paper aeroplane throwing. Young people of today, eh? (Heh - it still amuses me that that was the title of one of my AS Spanish papers...)

I pretend that you're already mine and my heart ain't breaking every time

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You know how when you get hurt sometimes, you can have a quite deep wound for a while which is really quite painful, and it is the focus of your attention, because of the pain, basically constantly, however much you try and forget about it? After a while it begins to hurt less, as the wound begns to close up and/or heal and/or scab over (urrrgh...scabs), and it probably still hurts, but you notice it slightly less, although of course you don't notice that you are noticing it less, so it still seems like it's painful and stuff. But it does come to your attention less, and gradually you begin to forget about it as it heals and doesn't bother you so much.

Then you have to go and bump into something again, or get poked wherever the wound is, JUST at that stage where you think it's almost healed. You're nearly there, and then the wound is reopened, which, if possible, hurts even more (perhaps by contrast to it not hurting anymore). Sometimes, and what is worse, that wound wasn't completely cleaned out and tidied up before it started to clot etc., so when it's reopened you find yourself needing to go the whole hog and wash out the wound again, so all the un-sorted out bits of grit and other unhealthy stuff is removed. This is also excruciating due to the undoing of previously settled flesh, or whatever you'd call it.

So you are back to square one, trying not to think about it all the time, but failing most of the time, cos of the fresh pain that has been caused by re-opening the wound. Joy of joys, you must once more resort to mental avoidance tactics, like anything that is more painful, pleasurable or generally worthy of attention than that wound. Thank God i had work today, and things to do, or I would have been thinking about the wound and moping about it more than now, and i'm not excactly grinning and bearing it now.
You see, i did collide with Something again today, and it has brought it all back. Owww.

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Apologies for the angst. (Ab)normal service will resume shortly.

Ooooh - I have just worked out which film star a guy i met on camp looks like. it's been bugging me for aaaaages. No wonder I found Heath Ledger in 10 things I hate about you so attractive, he's the spitting image of James. LOL. Gotta love those locks and those freckles. Yeah baby.

This is a little late notice but hi, I'm back, from my absenteeism from this site  and from my week's holiday in Cumbria (big up the St.Bees!) I had a wonderful time with some amazing wonderful beautiful people, and i wish i could live there permanently...almost. The weather was not great - only really sunny on one day (Thurs?) and i managed to get what was subsequently quite painful sunburn on that day - but the music and spiritual side and all, a little bit of heaven on earth, like going home for me in some ways. Hilarious comedy performed by the usual suspects, and then there was Hunt the spy...i may update in dribs and drabs about various memorable aspects, but there are many so don't count on it. DIDN'T lose my ticket on the train, but I missed my connection at Carlisle on the way back due to, i hear, sheep on the line (brilliant! Best excuse I've heard) and having to take a rail replacement bus, but this just gave me more time with my new St. bees buddies and my roommate especially, and an opportunity to view the wonderful Cumbrian wind turbines (i have a thing about them, ok?) and coast from a slightly different angle.

So: I am back. I met up with me old mucker Josephine and her other half ;-) in the cafe yesterday, which was, as she always says about her  meetings with Adam dearest, 'nice'. Aww, bless, they are so cute when they are together, and she didn't need to tell me how happy she was, i got that from the way she was grinning from ear to ear. Lucky Jojo :D. The boyf was a bit quiet, and i was a bit 'aaargh, must keep conversation going' but i must learn to remember that not everyone talks or wants to talk as much as me. (No tittering at the back!)

Right, next update should be on today, a.k.a. the start of the new job :-s :D
Watch this space. No, this --->. :-p

I present:
The facts from the video that accompanied Travis at Live 8 - shame on you BBC for not showing them!!!
- Every year we spend $4 billion on replica [football] shirts
-$27 billion on making ourselves look good [makeup, beauty products, as opposed to...]
-$45 billion on fashion accesories
-$55 billion on denim
-$40 billion on getting fit
-$50 billion on weight-loss programmes
-$40 billion on sneakers (aka trainers - i am aware these are American stats, but they give an idea of the scale of this absurd situation)
-We spend $46 billion on sporting goods
-$600 billion on vacations
-$300 billion on alcohol
-$40 billion on music sales [guilty as charged on this one at the very least)

-YET $50 billion a year could save 50,000 lives a day! [who's with me in saying we should disband weight watchers et al for a year for a greater cause, and instead of forcing down Slimfast shakes or summat just think of Birhan Woldu every time we get the urge to splurge?]

 

As for third world debt - i think Ms Dynamite encompasses the sheer stupidity of the whole situation:
"We, as a nation [the UK], have robbed, killed, stolen and tortured the third world for centuries. If there is a debt to be paid, surley we're the ones that owe it."

Thankfully now not such a problem for the 18 poorest countries but we need to do more!

CLICK HERE FOR ME - AT LEAST ONE OF THEM - AND MAKE A CHANGE. Post me a comment to say you have. What have you done today to make you feel proud? It's never too late to try...

http://www.makepovertyhistory.org/
http://www.christianaid.org.uk/campaign/
http://www.comicrelief.com/
http://www.data.org/
http://www.hopehiv.org/
http://www.jubileedebtcampaign.org.uk/
http://www.oxfam.org.uk/
http://www.tearfund.org/
http://www.tht.org.uk/ (Terrence Higgins trust)
http://www.tjm.org.uk/ (the Trade Justice Movement)
http://www.traidcraft.co.uk/
http://www.unicef.org.uk/
http://www.worldvision.org.uk/
http://www.wateraid.org/

and finally
http://www.thehungersite.com/ and its sister sites for the rainforest, education, cancer, health care. CLICK EACH DAY ON THESE - I do, it takes less than a minute each 24 hours and you can make a difference by telling people about it too.

 

Thank you.

¡¡¡HE TERMINADO!!!
J'AI FINI!!!
Heute ich habe Zeit!!!
Xianzai wo bu shi xuesheng!!!

<marquee>YAY!!!!</marquee>

Now i have to work out what to do with myself for a month :-s I'm sure i can find one or two things to sort out

And - i have shorter hair! *shock* How am I sposed to wear it for the ball now???? I dunno. To straighten or not (yes, i now have straighteners!!!) --> yes - BALL ON FRIDAY!!! *pretty shinyness squeeee*

Happeyness :D

 

(as you may have guessed, i ahve just dicsovered the emoticons ;-))