You're it, you're the ultimate...

So, I found this wonderful song that I really like. The lyrics are cute, and kind of explain how I feel right now.

You’re it, you’re the ultimate
It’s automatic I’m sure of it
No lies, so don’t even try to tell me that you’re not the guy
Cause I’ve been waiting all my life for someone like you
But you’re it you’re the ultimate you.

You’re the kinda guy whose hand in mine sends shivers up and down my spine
You took my heart and put it back together again
You’re the kinda guy that blows my mind but now it’s my turn
You’ve been right in front of me-
Everything I need
Why didn’t I see…

I've been singing this song at the top of my lungs while driving for at least 3 days now. When I finally look up the lyrics, I find information that pretty much shatters the song for me.

It's by Lindsay Lohan.

I bet it's not quite as good to you either, now, is it?


In other news, I lost my spot in the About Me section. I had a good cry over that one, but it's just a brick wall I can't beat my head on any longer. Funny thing is...I've been telling myself that for weeks. Hah, actually months, now. A little bit of me will always hold onto that hope that friendship can be rekindled and mistakes can be forgiven. But in all honesty? I don't think it's going to happen. But I can wish, right?

And for someone who doesn't really have much faith in relationships, right now, I sure do want one. Haha. too bad he's emotionally bruised right now. Maybe in the future. But it's been so much fun spending time with someone who knows me, and at one time knew me better than I knew myself. Ugh, I really need to find different thoughts to consume me.

Well I'm just full of hope tonight, aren't I? In two areas that I think I am only going to be let down.

In wild dedication, take the moment of hope
And let it run, and never look back at all the damage we have done now
To each other
Cause when I see you, it's like I'm starring down the sun
And I'm blinded
There's nothing left to do
Still I see you
--Third Eye Blind

I convinced myself that over don't mean over...

I convinced myself that I could fix it all..
Hey wait hey don't you know that this is where the whole thing went wrong
Hey wait hey don't you wanna hear what I have to say
Hey wait hey don't you know that this is where the strong go on

--All I Ever Wanted, Train


Such a good song. It doesn't really have much signifigance in my life right now, it just came up on random on my iTunes when i opened the new post box.

So, I am one of the official, rent paying, residents of The Lakes! It was a crazy weekend, moving stuff from Snellville down to Columbus, then moving stuff from Hunter's Run over to The Lakes. Dad and Matt did the heavy lifting for me and the assemblance of my bed and desk, which I am so greatful for! Mom and Aunt Shari came down on Saturday and we did the fun stuff, like purchasing curtains and a TV stand, and the little things. We ate a fabulous dinner at Cheddar's, and I think I may still be full! But overall, I think it was very successful. I love my new apartment, it's so cute, and I just adore The Lakes community!

There really is no other news. I visited a church here in Columbus this weekend and I thoroughly enjoyed it. And a huge, giant thank you to Jason, cause he invited me to go with him. And if he wouldn't of asked, I can promise you I would not have gone on my own. But I am so glad I went, and God made it clear to me that though I may have a personal relationship with Him that is really good, fellowship with other Christians is critical for my relationship with Him. So, I got a new apartment, some catch-up time with Jason, and a renewed sense of my faith. Hopefully I can keep up with all 3!

I got sucked into a marathon of Jon and Kate Plus Eight tonight. It's the show on TLC where the couple has a set of twin girls, then a few years later they have sextuplets, yes, SIX babies. All at the same time. Imagine that... 6 babies running around, all with messy diapers and hungry bellies. I just might die. However, when their lives are documented in a marathon on TLC, I love watching their lives! I swear I am not creepy....if it's on TV, it's perfectly legit.

Alright, I am off to bed. It's another week of class from 9.20-10.50, then lunch, then work until who knows when. Then maybe sometime hanging out with a friend? We will see!

A snipet of my life

Here's a bit of text message correspondence between me and my sister, Sarah, today.

Me: Just a little bit ago, I saw a cute white boy when I was pulling out of my GHETTO apartment complex! I then proceeded to annihalate the curb on my way out. Real cute, Rachel.

Sarah: Hahaha, that's my girl. So would you have a chance to talk to him ever?

Me: Nope, I move out in 2 days!

Sarah: Poo. Well at least you didn't run over one of his appendages!

Me: Yes, not running over a cute boy's appendages is always a plus....




I love our humor... I'd probably have the coldest and most bitter heart if I didn't have my family to cheer me up.

I never thought I'd witness myself say this, but....

...I think I like cats?

Tonight, I decided I'd end my sit-on-my-butt-as-long-as-possible streak, and go run. So after work, I got on my running clothes and my super-cute pink running shoes (seriously, who wouldn't want to take up running after they saw these cuties?), and I made my way to Cooper Creek Park. After sweating and panting and trotting (no, what I performed tonight was by no means considered a 'run', and anyone who witnessed what I did would completely agree with me), I come across this itty-bitty kitty cat. Now, if you know me, you know I'm not the biggest fan of cats. And by that, I mean I pretty much hate them. But who can resist an adorable kitty? After I run off the cute boy who was petting it (probably with the buckets I was sweating and a stench that could have knocked out even the toughest of schnozzes), I walk up to it and it immediately begins purring and wanting it's head scratched. I was in awe.....It liked me! The compassionate person I am (no, really, I am! I think...) knew it wasn't right for that itty-bitty kitty to be outside without any identification on it, and no owner in sight. So I park my nasty, sweaty, and smelly self (to be honest, I really don't think she cared!) on the grass with the kitten, and we played for about 20 minutes. And during that time, I contemplated what to do with the adorable creature. If I was at home, there would have been no question about it, I would have taken it home with me. But since I'm here in Columbus, and living in someone elses apartment, there would be no way I could keep it. But thoughts like keeping it for the night and taking it to the humane society in the morning, or dumping it at someone elses's apartment while I find it a home, all of those crossed my mind. Meanwhile, I asked everyone who passed if they wanted a cute, adorable, and friendly kitty, because she was obviously not supposed to be out here, and it was getting dark. And after about the 10th person passed and shook their head at me (and in their head they were thinking "You silly girl, what idiot would want a cat without being forced or tricked into it?"), I just said a prayer to God, asking Him to provide a way for this kitty, and if that way would give me a peace of mind, that would be wonderful. (I somehow always make it about me, don't I?) And what would you know, the next couple I asked said they'd love a kitty, but would need to make some arrangements first. They both got on their cell phones, asking around for supplies and permission (hey, gaining a cat when you go to the park thinking you are going to shed a few pounds can't be easy). I clear it with them that they are going to take care of it, and they said definitely. Thus, our God pulls through yet again. And I got my exercise, a kitty got a home, and God is just awesome.

So I think I have to like cats now. I mean, I do like cat's now. Weird, isn' it. I've been reading a lot of flirty girly novels lately, you know, the ones about the 20-something year old's who work for PR firms, live in New York City, and hook-up with a different (but ALWAYS attractive) guy every night, and they all seem to have a cat, if not multiples. And the way I'm going right now, I'll be single for a while, and I might as well have some company in my super cute apartment (wherever it is, but I know for certain it's going to be way cute). So, yay me, I like cats!

Tan-orexia, The OC, and really big spiders

Writing an actual blog is not a frequent occurance for me, so when I write one, I usually take a day or so to think about it. I just finished reading Bright Lights, Big Ass by Jen Lancaster, who is the author of Bitter is the New Black as well. And, let me tell you, I adore these two books. The books are based off of the author's blog, found here. This woman has the most amazing sense of humor, and I laughed the whole way through both books. So, naturally, her works have inspired me to keep up with my own blog, which has wasted away into a huge, angsty, Rachel pity party. Which no one, even yours truly, wants to read. So, no promises, but I'll try to work on the depressing posts. It's time for a new leaf.

Anyways, my point being that I've taken quite a bit of time to think about this post. Like, all day. Since I've spent quite a bit of time contemplating how I'm going to reel in my audience (that's you!), I decided I'd grab a juice pouch and a bowl of Skittles (no, we don't know much about nutrition in our house), and get cozy while I turn my blog leaf over. As I'm stepping out into the garage to retrieve my Wild Cherry Capri Sun (my fave!), I come face to face with a huge, giant, hairy spider. After urinating in my pants a tad, I regain my poise and composure, and try to slip around her. I say it's a she, because the last huge spider that was in our garage, my dad smashed it with a newspaper roll, and about 200 (no exaggeration here, people) little spider babies dispurse themselves all over our garage. And since Karma is a bitch, I'm pretty positive that this spider is a direct descendent of the pregnant spider my father so kindly murdered. Understandably, she's quite angry that my relative killed hers. I skinny by her on my tiptoes, and proceed to the outside fridge. As I trun around to make the trek back across the garage to go back inside, I turn around, only to find our hairy orphaned friend. Yes, she followed me! So now, I'm backed into the corner. Then it hits me- I'm a 19 year old human being battling it out with a freakin' spider. Thus, I confidently hold up my Capri-Sun (normall it would be a wine cooler, but I haven't been able to replenish my stash since returning from vacation), and step over that darned spider. Rachel- 1, nasty, bitter spider- 0.

And I really think my infatuation with The OC should have died when the show went off the air. I mean, my desktop background is Adam Brody and Rachel Bilson, AKA Seth and Summer. And (sigh) they broke up in December 2006. And I seriously love Mischa Barton. But she was killed off in May of 2006. Sad, I know. Seriously, time for a new show, Rachel. But it's so good. I should try to bring it back..... Who's up for helping?!

I've become a bit of a tan-orexic this summer. I just can seem to get enough sun. Problem? Yes.

Alright, I'm off to finish off season 3 of my OC DVD's.

Peace, love, and Skittles, bitches!