<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:26:00.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rache's Secret Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A Magical Place Filled With Rants Of Anger &amp;amp; Insanity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-8852998769958903088</id><published>2009-05-15T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:26:24.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old News I Know... But,</title><content type='html'> After seeing the Jonas Brothers 3D concert and seeing Joe Jonas and Taylor Swift singing (ironically) "Should've Said No" ... It just made me wonder about the whole deal between them and the break up. &lt;div&gt;I know it's old news, but I never really paid too much attention while it was going on, so I decided to, instead of doing something productive like studying, undertake some research into what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what I concluded made my heart sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird, they didn't seem to be going out very long, or if they were it was a secret... But I guess they, (well Joe anyway), just kinda drifted away from each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think the 27sec phone call thing really matters too much, or who hung up on whom. Or the reason for the break up, which most suspect is because Joe left her for another girl, instead of cheating, which I think is a good thing and a wise choice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really too sure what I'm trying to get at...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, I just feel bad that things couldn't work out for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I feel bad for Taylor cause she got dumped, by what was probably one of her first boyfriends and that people now might think her snarky, even though probably everyone would have done a similar thing if in her shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I feel bad for Joe that a lot of people think he's a jerk now, even though what he did, was better than just cheating, cruel to be kind right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I suppose if you don't have feelings for someone anymore it's better to let them go instead of dragging it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just feel bad for the both of them that it's now this whole awkward thing, and I hope one day they can be friends... Or at least let there be no awkwardness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I just wanted to talk about this because one of my friends recently got dumped, out of the blue, and so I can see how awful it is, by seeing what she's going though... Mmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least one good thing came out of Taylor and Joe's break up was her song "Forever and Always" which is one of my favourite tracks on her album "Fearless", if they'd never broken up, she would have never written that awesome song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I think that's all I really wanted to say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break ups suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-8852998769958903088?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8852998769958903088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=8852998769958903088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/8852998769958903088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/8852998769958903088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-news-i-know-but.html' title='Old News I Know... But,'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-9139409292716427415</id><published>2009-04-01T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:00:16.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ISFP - The "Artist"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://skygirl.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/14/140581.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ISFPs are artistic, creative, loyal and sensitive. They have a keen appreciation for beauty because of their highly developed senses. They are easy to get along with and live in the "here and now". ISFPs are adaptable, caring, independent and like to contribute to the well-being of others. They are typically hard to get to know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://skygirl.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/14/140584.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-9139409292716427415?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9139409292716427415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=9139409292716427415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/9139409292716427415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/9139409292716427415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-isfp-artist.html' title='I&apos;m ISFP - The &quot;Artist&quot;'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-5491369810146314959</id><published>2009-03-19T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:42:39.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm, really annoyed at the moment, and I just really needed to vent somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so yesterday I skipped my Photography studio class because I was going to do work at home... I actually didn't end up doing any work, (I'd gotten home from a very long boring work meeting that morning), but that is beside the point, what's important is that it was my intent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today I get an email from my Tutor addressed to me and two other members of my group, (one of them by the way was the person I told that I wasn't going to class and asked her if she could tell the tutor and let me know what happened) saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Dear Rachel (and other two people),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I am concerned that none of you attended our Studio session on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And that none of you bothered to communicate about your non-attendance..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was particularly annoyed about the last sentence as one of the other people who didn't attend was the person I asked to tell the tutor that I wasn't going to be there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He goes on to say what the schedule was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently we were supposed to give a 5min presentations about an artist, which I didn't know about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"...This makes things rather difficult time-wise and means that I have had to change the planned schedule for next Thursday to incorporate your presentations..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then in bold he writes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This means that you are now required to give your (10 minute) presentations next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then goes on to talk about the new schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ANYWAY, I don't really care about doing the presentation next Thursday, I just find is stupid and annoying that he's made the presentations for us 10min instead of 5min, right after he says; "This makes things rather difficult time-wise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!!! I mean, WHAT THE HECK?! You just said is going to be difficult for time... and yet you make the presentations 10min instead of 5min?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Three people, that means an extra 15min wasted!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know it just sounds stupid to me, and don't get me wrong, I don't mind doing the presentation, I mean, my bad for not going to the class and realizing there was a presentation...I can do 10min... It just seems like you're really punishing the other people in the group who have to wait around for it to be finished ??? I don't get it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, it could have just been a quick 15min at the start of the class, but no, he has to drag it out into this whole huge thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I first met this tutor he seemed really nice, and sure he has a lot of helpful information locked away in that brain of his.. But the more time I spend in his group the less I like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's the one who's usually rambling on about unimportant or relevant things, and He's the one talking about wasting time?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sigh, I dunno, it just really pisses me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, rant over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-5491369810146314959?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5491369810146314959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=5491369810146314959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/5491369810146314959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/5491369810146314959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/argh.html' title='ARGH!!!!'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-848511308436899174</id><published>2009-02-08T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T05:16:58.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's weird...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Seeing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I mean,&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;big... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... did &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Italics&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-848511308436899174?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/848511308436899174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=848511308436899174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/848511308436899174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/848511308436899174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-weird.html' title='It&apos;s weird...'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-5821452374614868123</id><published>2009-01-18T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:38:27.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/54/l_2ae8a0ea979a43e7b134b1c4257769ef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/54/l_2ae8a0ea979a43e7b134b1c4257769ef.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I FINALLY GOT MY NEW GLASSES!!!! (that's them up there on my face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-5821452374614868123?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5821452374614868123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=5821452374614868123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/5821452374614868123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/5821452374614868123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-2652210010854484314</id><published>2009-01-16T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:12:32.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Too Sure..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/56/l_f7e8232560324d2bbe7e392bc4fb5bdb.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Why my blog is purple... I mean, it's an okay colour... But there are probably a lot of other colours that I like better than purple... Maybe it's because I'm wearing this sweet as "threadless" t-shirt that's purple and it's inspired me to change my blog colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But also, I think purple is slightly less depressing than black, and I wanted to change my blog up, but I'm too lazy to change it completely ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Here is a picture of the tshirt I'm wearing, called "The Sea &amp;amp; The Sky":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px; " src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/56/l_f7e8232560324d2bbe7e392bc4fb5bdb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I really love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-2652210010854484314?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2652210010854484314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=2652210010854484314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/2652210010854484314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/2652210010854484314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-too-sure.html' title='I&apos;m Not Too Sure..'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-7063360474596659806</id><published>2009-01-13T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:28:02.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On an Angrier Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So far this year really sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-7063360474596659806?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7063360474596659806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=7063360474596659806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/7063360474596659806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/7063360474596659806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-angrier-note.html' title='On an Angrier Note'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-600562302098296861</id><published>2009-01-11T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:49:23.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get'n the Moo-la</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2009...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well, basically all i've been doing is working... and when I havnt been doing that i've been going to the movies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so basically, i work all day to get paid so i can then go spend all my hard earned cash on cinema tickets and popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i wish i could be a movie review person... cos then that way i'd at least maybe get some kinda pay for going to so many movies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wana hear something you might find sad/funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've seen High School Musical 3 in the cinemas 5 times... and... I plan to go again 2mro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;needless to say, I want it to be april... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want it to be april but with weather like january, yes, that would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm turning 21 this year... what should I do for my 21st&lt;/span&gt; birthday party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-600562302098296861?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/600562302098296861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=600562302098296861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/600562302098296861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/600562302098296861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/getn-moo-la.html' title='Get&apos;n the Moo-la'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-5711182568106948627</id><published>2008-12-19T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:44:33.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen From AmazingPhil's blog, because I was bored and I don't like myspace anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. What’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;Rache-Bache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite thing to wear?&lt;br /&gt;My black jeans, but that are getting holes in them *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A strawberry flavoured "calci-yum" it wasn't very filling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One place you will NEVER eat at?&lt;br /&gt;The raw chicken store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I say Shotgun, you say:&lt;br /&gt;ok, you can ride in the front seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;My mummy ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does anyone you know wanna date you?&lt;br /&gt;No, I HIGHLY doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you date anyone you met online?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe? If i liked them enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name something you like physically about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;I like my nose, it's a pretty good nose, it gets the job done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last place you went out to dinner to?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember, but my money is on Burger Fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Kat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What time of the day is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4:48pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who/What made you angry today?&lt;br /&gt;The hair dressers and them not having any time for me to get my hair cut except for 8pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Baseball or Football?&lt;br /&gt;Handball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ever gone skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite type of Food?&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Coke? does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite holiday:&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you download music:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you care if your socks are dirty?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't reuse dirty socks unless it was a life threatening situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Opinion of Chinese symbol tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;I think they're a bit silly, my sister got one... I want my chinese friend to translate it to see if it means what she thinks it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you date the person that posted this?&lt;br /&gt;Phil *sighs dreamily* I think he's too cool for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. What magazine do you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;None... the last one i bout was "Totally Girl" on a whim because it had HSM+the Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever fired a gun:&lt;br /&gt;a paintball gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;not particularly right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Favourite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have an obession with WoW?&lt;br /&gt;nope, i dont like rpgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Has anyone said you look like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What celeb do you look like?&lt;br /&gt;Many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Who would you like to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;My Dad... or Zac Efron and the Jonas Brothers lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Favorite movie of all time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Hairy Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you find yourself loved?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t suppose to?&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;baking bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Butter, plain, or salted popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;Butter and some salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What’s something that really bugs you?&lt;br /&gt;rude people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you like Michael Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Taco Bell or Burger King?&lt;br /&gt;Burger Fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What’s your favorite perfume?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was called... Diamond... by... someone.... and... I don't own it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Favorite baseball team?&lt;br /&gt;don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Ever call a 1-900 phone number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What’s the longest time you’ve gone without sleep?&lt;br /&gt;3days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Last time you went bowling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can't remember... months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Who was your last phone call?&lt;br /&gt;The hair dresses *shakesfist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Last time you were at work?&lt;br /&gt;4pm till Midnight on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What is the closest orange object near you?&lt;br /&gt;A random badge that is the shape of an "M" ... or... maybe it's a  "W" ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-5711182568106948627?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5711182568106948627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=5711182568106948627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/5711182568106948627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/5711182568106948627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/stolen-from-amazingphils-blog-because-i.html' title='Stolen From AmazingPhil&apos;s blog, because I was bored and I don&apos;t like myspace anymore'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-8975150793234053354</id><published>2008-12-11T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:25:21.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Some Reflector Boards!</title><content type='html'>So, it's almost 4am, in about one minute to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;And while sitting, waiting for some podcasts to download with my sadly slow internet, I start to browse google at images of the twilight cast.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm doing this is a) there isn't much else I can do with crappy internet like this,&lt;br /&gt;b) I already browsed the High School Musical cast last night&lt;br /&gt;c) I saw Twilight tonight and was really disappointed, but the strangely I really want to see it again, I don't really know why... Maybe to see if I like the movie under a different setting (alone and not surrounded by noisy fans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean there were parts about that movie that I really did like, but it just annoyed me how it seemed so rushed in parts that needed more in-depth stuff, and too dragged out in places that didn't need to be... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;eek, also their eyes and the fan/bio scene was too over done and obvious, it could have been a lot more subtle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my point... I stumbled onto this photo of the Twilight cast from Vanity Fair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mtblog.vanityfair.com/online/culture/vanityfairtwilightcast.jpg"&gt;http://mtblog.vanityfair.com/online/culture/vanityfairtwilightcast.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I don't know about you, but I just really love this photo, and other photos from that shoot...  It just really makes me want to be a photographer for Vanity Fair, their photos are so amazingly stunning and beautiful. I know there is that whole drama about the Miley Cyrus photos, but to be honest, I don't think they were that bad! Seriously people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Which got me thinking, I really need to start taking more photos and actually getting out there and making works, because, lets be honest here, there is no way in hell that I'll be a photographer for Vanity Fair... But you have to start somewhere right? And, one of the places I need to start is by getting some flecky boards (reflector boards) so I can actually put into action my plan so have a fashion-esk photo shoot with all my girl friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you're feeling generous, how about get me some reflector boards for christmas??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll love you forever ^_^ even when I'm a famous photographer haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, on a side note... there are, like, a million people who can do things, that I consider myself good at, better than me. And, well, it's REALLY discouraging... But I gotta keep telling myself to keep on trying, or, I'll just end up working in some horrible department store all my life. To follow your dreams, it takes a lot of hard work. Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-8975150793234053354?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8975150793234053354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=8975150793234053354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/8975150793234053354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/8975150793234053354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-some-reflector-boards.html' title='I Need Some Reflector Boards!'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-5363069040504590143</id><published>2008-11-25T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:04:43.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dislike My Friends</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, a couple days ago, I tried to book tickets for all my friends to go see the preview of a certain movie.&lt;br /&gt;But, while I was trying to txt everyone to make sure they could/can't go, as well as figure out where I would get the money to pay for these tickets... All the tickets sold out for the movie. So I couldn't buy any, for that amount of people anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Now, I could have been selfish and just said; you know what, screw my friends, I'm just going to buy one ticket for myself. But I didn't because I knew they would feel really gutted and left out if I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this morning I get a txt from one of my friends, saying that another of our friends was able to get two tickets to the movie at a different cinema... I was pretty sure they where all sold out because I had checked other places...&lt;br /&gt;But, considering, that the friend who txt me wasn't the friend who had gotten the tickets. The txt went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey &lt;name of friend&gt; just got 2 tix to see &lt;name of movie&gt; pre screening at &lt;name of cinema&gt; on the 11th of Dec..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do those dot dot dots mean?! In my mind it says: Yeah, she got some tickets, I don't really know why I'm telling you because she's not taking you anyway because she told ME about if first... &lt;br /&gt;Now I know at this is just me assuming, but since I've not talked to the person who bought the tickets, and the person who txt me, now isn't txting me back *grr* it just really gives me the impression that I'm not going to going with the person who bought the tickets... Even though I was the one who first told everyone about the whole gawdamn thing!! *grr*&lt;br /&gt;But, you know, most of all this just really makes me feel... I don't know... ripped off? Because, I could have so easily just bought one ticket all for myself and just gone and seen it, but I didn't because I was thinking of my friends... Now I really wish I had just been selfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a really petty reason to get angry... I just really hate if (in general) when friends/people don't offer the same thoughtfulness that you offer them... It just leaves one feeling hurt, ripped off and wondering why they even bothered caring in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-5363069040504590143?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5363069040504590143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=5363069040504590143' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/5363069040504590143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/5363069040504590143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dislike-my-friends.html' title='I Dislike My Friends'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-1890550920435698324</id><published>2008-11-18T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:32:03.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>I think, even though I try my best not to be, I'm a very jealous person...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-1890550920435698324?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-120123438482064659</id><published>2008-11-08T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T05:08:26.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I keep going insane and annoying you on I.M. ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I keep going crazy and try to get your attention through txts...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I keep going mental and repeat myself with the same stupid questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you frustrate me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't talk to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should delete you from my lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help myself.&lt;div 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title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-1284588288614907568</id><published>2008-11-06T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:41:06.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, Another *ANGER* Post</title><content type='html'>I'm having Mother-Daughter issues today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter keeps misbehaving and being a little brat... no, just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, my mum is being such a pain today. She's constantly going between two extremes of being really angry at me for no reason, or just being really crazy and talking about stupid plans that she has, that are never going to happen; for instance this she keeps going on about how she wants to buy this large, expensive, piece of land up north and just live out there like a hermit. Which, to be honest, is completely unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;And, I just hate how she gets so angry all the time and then either takes it out on me, being angry at me, or vents to me. Both are just as bad as each other. Because I'm the only other "Adult" in the house I get to hear about everything, lucky me. &lt;br /&gt;When she does this it just ends up putting me in such a bad mood ARGH! and I hate being angry, because I'm NOT and angry person. But man, she just pisses me off so much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;She's always constantly telling me I should move out, which is always a real ego booster. Sometimes I really would love to move out, so I can be away from her, but it would mean I would have to move into the city, while I'm still studying, and I really really don't want to have to do that, because I wouldn't be able to afford a flat in this area while I'm studying full-time...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I feel like I'm being such a whiney "teen" but, sigh, I hate this so much!&lt;br /&gt;I guess for now, I will just try and avoid her as much as possible. Of course then she'll accuse me of being depressed or something *smacks head into hands* GUH! There is no winning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more years (or less), and I'll be out of her hair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-1284588288614907568?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1284588288614907568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=1284588288614907568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/1284588288614907568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/1284588288614907568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-another-anger-post.html' title='Sorry, Another *ANGER* Post'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-3286237099985353031</id><published>2008-11-05T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:53:22.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr</title><content type='html'>It's so annoying and lame when people are JERK-FACES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if they spend the whole day ignoring you and then decided that midnight is a good time to start up a conversation... And then don't even say goodbye because they're weak a$$ lame-o's who fall asleep at the drop of a hat. *anger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people, I especially detest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakesfist*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-3286237099985353031?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3286237099985353031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=3286237099985353031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/3286237099985353031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/3286237099985353031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/grr.html' title='Grr'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-9164192531434756435</id><published>2008-11-05T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T02:10:03.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Reason</title><content type='html'>Hmm, so I have an idea for a video, but it's proving very difficult to think of things to put IN this video... I don't know, hopefully I will think of more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so the real reason I made this blog, is basically because I'm going bored out of my mind. And lucky for me, I get bored easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "summer" holidays for me now, but of course, I can't exactly do anything "summery" yet because the weather is still pretty crappy. Not to mention the majority if my friends are still sitting their exams which means I can't hang out with them yet because they're still cooped up studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can do okay untill about midday or so, with my amazing power to sleep in for long amounts of time, because, well I'm asleep. But after that, that's when I start to loose it. So, I thought maybe if I started a new blog, I would have another thing to keep me entertained for a little while, and if that doesn't work, I would at least have somewhere to put my insane rants right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm hoping that I'll maybe be able to maybe post a picture/quote/whatever of the day, to make things a bit more interesting, but I'm not going to grantee anything, because, well, I can get pretty lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-9164192531434756435?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9164192531434756435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=9164192531434756435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/9164192531434756435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/9164192531434756435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-reason.html' title='The Real Reason'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994085638132839413.post-6364062100208650248</id><published>2008-11-05T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:33:00.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, So...</title><content type='html'>Every now and then, I decided I want to start blogging again, and instead of just reviving the blog I already have I make a whole new one?? Yeah, weird I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that said, welcome to "Rache's Secret Blog". Which, by the way, isn't really supposed to be secret I just like the way that title sounds. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994085638132839413-6364062100208650248?l=rachessecretblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6364062100208650248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994085638132839413&amp;postID=6364062100208650248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/6364062100208650248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994085638132839413/posts/default/6364062100208650248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachessecretblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeah-so.html' title='Yeah, So...'/><author><name>Rache</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08606225789407711100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QuMoPqjii4c/SRFWCR6dz0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WlCx9KRp8So/S220/Photo+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
