tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63571892011-04-22T12:41:34.097+10:00Rach's RantEver tried skiing through revolving doors?Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comBlogger2861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1162944352998900722006-11-08T11:03:00.000+11:002006-11-08T11:05:53.013+11:00Oh blog, how I neglect-eth you at times.Well, its a ripe time of year for you, because it's finals time, of course. Given that I don't fail anything, I have a BA in like three weeks.When did that happen? And did I miss it? Who'd have thought, three years of uni would result in something. Then I've just got to go grab my DipEd next year, and my uni career is at an end.You've got to love it - threeRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1160604983966967612006-10-12T08:12:00.000+10:002006-10-12T08:16:23.986+10:00Wouldn't it be fun if people had trunks like elephants? It'd make us look much more interesting. It'd be even more versatile if every second baby born had one. We always complain about the need for an extra arm, so a trunk could semi-serve that function.But, of course, if you got a blocked trunk, thats a heck of a lot more room for snot to get clogged in, so imagine the amount of tissues you'd Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1160524804067782902006-10-11T09:58:00.000+10:002006-10-11T10:00:04.083+10:00My kangaroo dreaming ties me back to the land - Douglas AbbottThat's such a cool description.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1160356373360897892006-10-09T11:08:00.000+10:002006-10-09T11:12:53.380+10:00O summer, where art thou?Not so much the warmth thing, that's already kicking in. I mean the freedom! No more stupid uni essays, stupid stupid stupid...or at least bring back the good old days of first and second year, when they never wanted anything longet than 2000 words. Now its 3, 3 and a half, 4 thousand....poo bums. Perhaps I should use wing dings? A picture paints a thousand words, so I'd Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1160007204503727662006-10-05T10:10:00.000+10:002006-10-05T10:13:24.526+10:00I wonder how much people actually use clogs in Holland. Have they just become a redundant form of decoration, something that was once in use but is now just something you display and point at in an attempt to grasp at a disappearing culture?I'll have to ask my sister for her insights into this crucial topic, as she gets home tomorrow, and was in Amsterdam a few days ago. I also have no idea what Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1159952520712016992006-10-04T18:50:00.001+10:002006-10-04T19:02:00.713+10:00Seeing all my students freak out and/or do nothing in preparation for their HSC makes me remember the good ol' school days....and just how many years I've been out of school now. I'm a Grandma. I shall die soon.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1159952487267240952006-10-04T18:50:00.000+10:002006-10-04T19:01:27.296+10:00Seeing all my students freak out and/or do nothing in preparation for their HSC makes me remember the good ol' school days....and just how many years I've been out of school now. I'm a Grandma. I shall die soon.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1159846890421924812006-10-03T13:29:00.000+10:002006-10-03T13:41:31.356+10:00Re-reading my post about Stump two years ago, I'm sad we didn't do the commando course this year. We, or at least I, didn't do it last year either. Man it was fun. It reminded me of my physical un-fitness, though the mud fight at the end was just splendid. The mud smelt truly foul. Second only to the smell of the mud from the bottom of Shongweni Dam in KZN, South Africa. Three showers later and IRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1155123901006489972006-08-09T21:34:00.000+10:002006-08-09T21:45:02.160+10:00Today in the middle of the Pacific Highway, a car full of old ladies hit the side of my car. They looked confused, and just kept driving.Judging by their expressions, I don't think they realized they'd hit me.Seriously.Also, last month when my plane to South Africa was delayed from Perth by 5 hours, I discovered the joy of Bill Bryson. I was so freaking bored (as are most people at Perth Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1147221125252857272006-05-10T10:22:00.000+10:002006-05-10T10:32:05.266+10:00Researching the Grameen Bank was actually interesting, and then they go and suck all the life out of it by making me write an essay on it.Dude, seriously.Death to essay season! Blerrr.In other news, I saw 'Tsotsi' with a friend yesterday. Even those without a bizzare obsession with South Africa should go and see it, really powerful stuff. I felt a bit dazed coming out of the movie cinema, a half Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1146275394211218022006-04-29T11:46:00.000+10:002006-04-29T11:49:54.226+10:00I think I'd like to be braver; that is, to have courage to be more of a risk taker, with things that count.How do we ever grow, or do anything that matters, if we don't step away from where we're comfortable?"It is our choices, not our abilities, that define us" - Albus Dumbledore.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1143175956934853922006-03-24T15:41:00.000+11:002006-03-24T15:52:36.950+11:00I developed a new, more fruitful habit in my lecture the other day. Instead of doodling all over my notes, I wrote a list of some of the problems I see in international development, with a focus on debt. It ended up being another of my written rants:The problems with bailouts, and the HIPC method of determining with countries are eligible for debt relief is that its all about moving away from Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1141688440183880122006-03-07T10:36:00.000+11:002006-03-07T10:40:40.183+11:00I'm starting a new charity. It's called:'Rachel is an obsessed U2 fan who, despite spending hours online each time tickets went on sale, we unable to obtain them. She is very poor and can't participate in the ebay online bidding wars for the last remaining tickets. If Bono were not already married, and kinda old, there'd be great hope for them. But they're music is incredible AND they care about Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1141688170481379862006-03-07T10:25:00.000+11:002006-03-07T10:36:10.493+11:00Plug...If I was more technologically advanced I'd figure out how to get the cool advertisement for this night on here. But alas, as I am not, I'll resort to copying out the excerpt:'Come along and catch Oaktree's vision for 2006!The Oaktree Foundation, Australia's first entirely youth-run international aid and development organisation, is holding its National Vision Night for 2006...and you're Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1141650411577898552006-03-07T00:03:00.000+11:002006-03-07T00:06:51.586+11:00You never really understand a person until you climb into his skin and walk around in it. - Atticus Finch.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1141350844997516692006-03-03T12:36:00.000+11:002006-03-03T12:54:05.023+11:00I've recently had my faith restored that there are some actors in Hollywood under the age of 50 who are halfway decent at their profession.The first moment of restoration occurred a couple of weeks ago when my sister and I saw Walk the Line. It's biographical, has live music and romance, all in one, what a great mixture for a reading and music obsessed chick flick lover such as myself. It was Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1138105958784576852006-01-24T23:29:00.000+11:002006-01-24T23:32:38.796+11:00You know, I was thinking tonight about that song by the Backstreet Boys, with the chorus that goes 'I don't care who you are, where you're from, what you did, as long as you love me', that's kind of how God feels about us, don't you think? Though I doubt the Backstreet Boys sung it with as much grace as God has in mind.And you know what else? Then I thought, it's time to go to bed, because it's aRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1137457897794562522006-01-17T11:30:00.000+11:002006-01-17T11:31:37.806+11:00"A life unquestioned is not one you should envy." - Bono.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1132535595344596412005-11-21T12:09:00.000+11:002005-11-21T12:13:15.356+11:00Today an issue of great theological contorversy has been solved, by a source of great wisdom and reliability.Where does such a source spring from, I hear you ask?Why, the Sydney Morning Herald, of course. From today's column 8:"I finally have the answer as to whether God is male or female," writes Jacqui Slade, of Bronte. "God is male. I know this because my five-year-old told me so. 'How do you Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1129771263636166992005-10-20T11:15:00.000+10:002005-10-20T11:21:03.643+10:00Who hasn't had enough of standing up for the MDGs and Make Poverty History stuff?If you're finding yourself in Oliver style thinking 'Please Sir, I want some more' then read the official spiel below:On Monday 24 October young people across the county will be uniting in 8 minutes of silence and candlelight to recognise the 8 Millennium Development Goals.On one night young people are making a standRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1128930990291647472005-10-10T17:53:00.000+10:002005-10-10T17:56:30.326+10:00Life has been happening in ridiculous amounts lately."You cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do." - Frodo, The Return of the King.I reckon Tolkein was onto something when he wrote this, smart man.It would be very nice to fix the world. But it seems to be broken in so many places.Why the brief burst of Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1125453950670485762005-08-31T11:59:00.000+10:002005-08-31T12:05:50.676+10:00"I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind." - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.Thank you to Dumbledore for nicely summing up my current predicament. At the moment my head seems too small for everything that's crammed into there. There's just so much going on, both events wise and Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1124698632094273242005-08-22T18:15:00.000+10:002005-08-22T18:17:12.100+10:00True or false:'The essence of hope lies in the heart of knowing who you are.'??Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1123640763668887442005-08-10T12:17:00.000+10:002005-08-10T12:26:03.673+10:00An old man had a habit of early morning walks along the beach. One day as he looked down to the shore he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. As he came closer he saw that it was a young woman and she was not dancing but reaching down to the sand, picking up starfish and very gently throwing them into the ocean."Young lady, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?""The sun is up and the Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1122987815597855882005-08-02T22:58:00.000+10:002005-08-02T23:03:35.603+10:00There were oddities in abundance today.The best would have to be when I lost my class.We were all settling down for a nice two hour history tute, 17 of us in a room with 5 chairs, so our tutor decided we'd relocate. I remember the first two letters of the building she said we were going to, which was a start.Unfortunately, en route, when a bunch of us were following our tutor, my friend and I Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1121126114781692572005-07-12T09:53:00.000+10:002005-07-12T09:55:14.786+10:00I think I'm a freak.A spelling and grammar freak, that is.Shame on those of you who found yourselves nodding after reading the opening sentence...Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1121084741098509902005-07-11T22:17:00.000+10:002005-07-11T22:25:41.160+10:00Some days seem to inspire random thoughts. I think that's the nature of holidays.Krispy Kreme donuts are the best things ever.I haven't exactly been the most zealous blogger this year.The most intense emotion in my life these days, and perhaps the most intense ever, centres on Africa. That's the focal point of my life these days, and what both my brain and my mouth won't shut up about. This came Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1118645204662908822005-06-13T16:41:00.000+10:002005-06-13T16:46:44.666+10:00Blogs have the potential to serve the fantastic purpose of being witnesses to our growth - spirtually, mentally, intellectually, etc. Perhaps not physically, unless we include photos of ourselves. But they can be a testament to our lives, when we read back upon previous posts, and consider how we've bettered ourselves as human beings.Unfortunately, in my case, this is all a load of crap.Reading Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1118133608309872652005-06-07T18:38:00.000+10:002005-06-07T18:40:08.313+10:00"To be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others." - Nelson Mandela.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1117615237889269352005-06-01T18:32:00.000+10:002005-06-01T18:40:37.893+10:00Reading the newspaper this week has been rather depressing.I'm so stoked that the issue of mandatory detention has been raised again, but I'm cynical about what changes will actually be made. We always manage to hush this issue up some how.We live in the only country in the world that has a mandatory dentention policy for asylum seekers.Bler.And John Howard is on about Aboriginal policies again.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1116736771779824552005-05-22T14:35:00.000+10:002005-05-22T14:39:31.786+10:00I know I don't make very many intelligent posts here anymore, but I just had to say via all forms of communication thatSTAR WARS IS THE BOMB.Now that's out of my system...Well done, team. Despite a few moments (Anakin's & Padme's dialogue, and Darth yelling 'nooooo'. That was the funniest moment of the movie, though I think it was supposed to be sad...), it was the best. The best action evern andRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1116024341818555842005-05-14T08:42:00.000+10:002005-05-14T08:45:41.823+10:00Australia is a great society to live in......if you're white and live in a comfortable affluent bubble.I'm not feeling so patriotic this week. Perhaps I'll extend on this post, with less cynicism and more practical explanations post-Monday, when the sensation of drowning in essays lets up for two days.In other news, I like Jonah 2.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1115159525925466972005-05-04T08:28:00.000+10:002005-05-04T08:32:05.926+10:00A few people have been asking me if I'm going to start blogging again.So I guess this is me, blogging again.I didn't consciously stop, exactly. Just that the 4 or so weeks I was in Africa, I didn't do it. And when I got home I didn't get back into it. I sort of forgot about blogs, to be honest (don't hit me, all the blog groupies out there).I started reading some of them again recently. Apart Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1106736042734989012005-01-26T21:39:00.000+11:002005-01-26T21:40:42.733+11:00Bye for 3 and a half weeks!! Off to South Africa =)
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1106549992402323282005-01-24T17:59:00.000+11:002005-01-24T17:59:52.403+11:00On some days I really look forward to heaven.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1106120675653804822005-01-19T18:42:00.000+11:002005-01-19T18:47:54.243+11:00Anyone remember yo-ho diabolos? They were the bomb!
I had the best weekend, everyone I'm going with absolutely rocks. Getting picked to go on this trip is one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I'm so excited!!
Everything's busy at the moment - getting ready for S. Africa, work, socially, trying to fit in b'day celbrations since I'm going to turn 19 over there. I've still got a weekRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1105661070437939682005-01-14T11:02:00.000+11:002005-01-14T11:04:30.436+11:00Well I'm off, about to embark upon a roadtrip to Melbourne with 4 people I don't know for my briefing/training weekend for South Africa. As oaktree's office is in melbourne and the other 8 people going are all from vic, we're the lucky ones that get to trek down!
Ah well, should be good. As long as you have a CD player, anything's possible.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1105105345827972252005-01-08T01:27:00.000+11:002005-01-08T00:42:25.826+11:00I remember everytime motivational speakers would come to our school, I'd have one of two responses: I'd listen to what they said and dismiss it, believing all that they said to be emotional crap or unattainable goals, or I'd get fired up for a moment, but, using the excuse that I'm a lazy person, that fire would eventually quell.
But as I get older I am increasingly learning the value of Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1105004647987521002005-01-06T20:40:00.000+11:002005-01-06T20:48:47.266+11:00I have half a dozen or so running taps inside my house alone. In some areas of the world there is one tap between 100 or 1000 people. I think the things that would make us outrageously lucky in heaps of other contexts we don't even realise, because we've never had it any other way.
Holidays are plodding along, as they do, and continue to be quite the fun. All the weeks are quite blurred togetherRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1104844080531362842005-01-05T01:07:00.000+11:002005-01-05T00:08:00.530+11:00"You are justified by faith alone; but faith is never alone." - Martin Luther King Jr.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1104632275555079672005-01-02T13:12:00.000+11:002005-01-02T13:17:55.556+11:002005 seems to be a big jump from 2004. But I think the single and occasionally double digit change to our date that comes with each year always seems big.
2004 was a year, indeed, and a good one at that. One of my bestest ever, methinks. I had my first year as an adult, so I learnt a lot about independence, though still in many senses within the parameters of adolescance. Its a fun transition Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1103848278522510542004-12-24T11:28:00.000+11:002004-12-24T11:31:18.523+11:00It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas....blah...blah blah....blah blah....
I don't know the rest of the words.
What amuses me greatly about Christmas decorations is all the snowmen and fake snow around. Has anyone else not noticed that its summer here?? We need to reject all this northern hemisphere manufacturing and go for all-aussie decorations, you know, along the lines of the aussie Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1103429165123106162004-12-19T15:00:00.000+11:002004-12-19T15:06:05.123+11:00It's amusing when people point out the obvious. There can be a situation when everyone notices a certain circumstance, and yet there's always one who feels the need to vocalise it, just to make sure people know....
It's really hot today!
Yay for answered prayer. yay gor God developing stuff in your life. Yay for God having plans for you before you know that the heck they're there for. Exhibit ARachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1103239453266848482004-12-17T10:27:00.000+11:002004-12-17T10:24:13.266+11:00My first case of de ja vu this morning has been caused by results checking. I think it was exactly a year ago, it was on a Friday, I woke up on a red leather couch at my friends holiday house in Palm Beach, packing it as I checked my UAI. I wasn't quite packing it as I got my uni results this morning, but you still get the butterfly nerves. And being mostly happy is a good feeling. I've improved Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1103025337375242892004-12-14T22:59:00.000+11:002004-12-14T22:55:37.376+11:00Poor Rory's suffering from a case of utter neglect. This has potentially been my worst ever blogging month, statsitics wise. But since uni's out I'm not sitting idly at the computer, procrastinating from essays and the like. Holidays are so busy socially, its a tad scary, but mostly fun. Apart from two days of work (Wednesday, Sunday), five days and nights are week of seeing different people and Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1102216589766871662004-12-05T14:19:00.000+11:002004-12-05T14:16:29.766+11:00My best blonde moment in the last 24 hours has been hitting the 'on' button of the vacuum cleaner in the church at about 11:45 pm last night, crying out in frustration that it wouldn't turn on. Then Helen nicely pointed out that I actually had to plug it in.
Bless EBN packup that goes til midnight. I swear I live in that church
Other than that, I've been busy enjoying the holidays. So much so Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1101425639396047692004-11-26T10:33:00.000+11:002004-11-26T10:33:59.396+11:00And now I've finished a year of uni.
yay!
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1101261659875577582004-11-24T13:02:00.000+11:002004-11-24T13:00:59.876+11:00I love re-discovering old CDs. It stimulates memories. You just have to follow that particular train of thought...you know you start thinking 'oh I loved that song when I was 16, and that was when this was happening, and I was with these people, and my obsession with zappos was beginning to go full swing...'
and you know, various other deep thoughts. I'm listening to one such old CD at work at Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1101121108094953072004-11-22T22:00:00.000+11:002004-11-22T21:58:28.093+11:00I love when exciting things happen to you - especially when it creeps up on you inexpectedly. Yeah, that rocks. Particularly in this painful stretch of time when I'm trying to bully my brain into focussing for just a few more days, before I can let it go for the rest of the year...
...yes, exciting stuff is good.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1100864051955718442004-11-19T22:36:00.000+11:002004-11-19T22:34:11.956+11:00I love the smell of rain.
In other news, only 4 more essays (a.k.a one more history exam) standing between me and the sweet expanse of summer! yay!
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1100769315425421382004-11-18T20:16:00.000+11:002004-11-18T20:15:15.426+11:00My matchbox 20 CD is stuck in the sound system in the family room, that's feeling extremely uncooperative - that is, it won't even open. How distressing.
Today was one of those days when you wish it was any other day to the day it actually was. And tomorrow will be like that, til about 5pm. It began with me getting up before the sun rose (again. I'm sort of getting over that), and churning out Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1100557762763343082004-11-16T09:31:00.000+11:002004-11-16T09:29:22.763+11:00Let him go into the city,
Let him find his lucky penny,
Let him put it in his pocket
And shake it all around.
- Live
There are some songs that you love to listen to, but you have to wonder what the heck the writers were thinking when they composed them. Years on, I'm still yet to figure out what on earth these lyrics actually mean.
Well yesterday was just Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1100111908040920472004-11-11T05:37:00.000+11:002004-11-11T05:38:28.040+11:00Maybe the sun will join me soon.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1100068396509383232004-11-10T17:34:00.000+11:002004-11-10T17:33:16.510+11:00What I should have done in the last 48 hours: 1. Essays, 2. Study, 3. Uni, 4. Work (ie church job).
What I have done in the last 48 hours (all the fun addities I do when procrastinating!) 1. Essays, 2. Uni, 3. Work, 4. Read blogs, blogged and commented, 5. Finished my book and begun another, 6. Watched snippets of Days of Our Lives and The Bold and the Beautiful, 7. Played with Tommy (Tommy's myRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1100006173515310912004-11-10T00:18:00.000+11:002004-11-10T00:16:13.516+11:00I'm being kept up preparing my scripture lessons for tomorrow, and I can't go to bed because I can't figure out the infants worksheet! It's got all this complicated cutting and folding and gluing and I just don't get it!!
That's more than a little depressing.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1099919285710465092004-11-09T00:10:00.000+11:002004-11-09T00:08:05.710+11:00I'm enjoying reading everyone's different political views on blogs at the moment. And since I'm in my busiest essay and exam study period of the year, well, it probably means I'll be getting some of my views out there at some point too!
I just hope this inter-blogging expression of opinion/debate doesn't get too aggressive. When you're expressing your opinion and disagreeing with someone else'sRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1099827064209304512004-11-07T22:30:00.000+11:002004-11-07T22:31:04.210+11:00People are so incredibly fragile. So why do we sometimes intentionally try to break them?
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1099707824778331542004-11-06T13:15:00.000+11:002004-11-06T13:23:44.776+11:00I think one of the coolest things God's given us is our imaginations. Escapism is the absolute best. From a young age I used to go into the backyard and play for hours by myself, being whoever I wanted to be. In the days I had my bow and arrow it was Peter Pan or a warrior Princess, or a fairy, or someone from the Lion King. I used to go onto the swingset in our backyard and sit on the swing and Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1099699979794475912004-11-06T11:12:00.000+11:002004-11-06T11:12:59.793+11:00I think it'd be fun to be able to fly.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1099609652991223232004-11-05T10:03:00.000+11:002004-11-05T10:07:32.993+11:00Oh how, I want a day off. Really really. Weekend is totally taken up by church stuff, and that's work, so that's not an option. And every spare hour I have is dedicated to the essays swarming around my head.
Three weeks. Three, glorious weeks and the insane amount of work uni is heaping on us all is over. Just one more week of lectures, tutes and essays, and then two weeks of exams and essays, Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1099431505279884312004-11-03T08:37:00.000+11:002004-11-03T08:38:25.280+11:00Milo is a blessing. As are all forms of chocolate.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1099099671493906422004-10-30T11:29:00.000+10:002004-10-30T11:27:51.493+10:00I'm trapped in the study with the most hyperactive animal God ever created (a.k.a my cat Chrissie) whilst my mondern student does a practice exam in my dining room. The poor thing. She's so close to the end, has her final two exams on Tuesday. I can't believe it was a year ago that I was doing that. I still remember it like it was a couple of months ago. The last couple of years of high school Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1098704095012697722004-10-25T21:36:00.000+10:002004-10-25T21:36:42.660+10:00The social side of funerals are in fact a whole other element. The time before and especially after the memorial service was filled with my sister and I experiencing smiles every time we made eye contact with them, with us vaguely recognizing faces from our childhood when we used to be at the alliance church, and that was about it. It's great when everyone talks to you like you should know them, Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1098703384963930612004-10-25T21:17:00.000+10:002004-10-25T21:23:04.963+10:00Today was a full day. Tough day too, but nice. Started it off with a trip to Northern Suburbs Crematorium. Thank goodness they close the curtains before taking the coffin off to cremate it, thats all I can say.
At 2 we had the memorial service, which was nice. I love hearing stories about Grandma. It just makes me sad I didn't know her for so much of her life. She was such a giving person, and Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1098350002001779512004-10-21T19:15:00.000+10:002004-10-21T19:13:22.000+10:00I'm slowly and single-handedly depleting the battery supply in my house. My discman churns them up at an astonishing rate. After approximately two days of sufficient bus listen-age, the batteries utterly die. The rate at which my Mum buys batteries isn't fast enough to keep up with my uptake. So when I'm desperate for batteries and don't have time to go to the shops, I take unneeded batteries Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1098168159419214712004-10-19T16:44:00.000+10:002004-10-19T16:42:39.420+10:00Sometimes I think psychology would be interesting to study, simply from the perspective of how fascinating the human mind is.
It's a powerful thing - you hear stories of how the mind can convince a person they're sick, or vice versa. The mind can repress things, and convince you that circumstances aren't real, simply because you don't want them to be.
Our minds can also shape our perception of Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1097797015160968382004-10-15T09:30:00.000+10:002004-10-15T09:36:55.160+10:00Ever since learning last semester in my Australian history course about how Governor Macquarie named so many things after himself, I've noticed it. That and the fact that even after his death, things continued to be named after him. Macquarie uni, Macquarie shopping centre, Macquarie bank, Port Macquarie, Lake Macquarie, Macquarie Street, Macquarie Island, Macquarie dictionary, Macquarie Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1097651595263688532004-10-13T16:56:00.000+10:002004-10-13T17:13:15.263+10:00Today we've experienced the hottest October day in 152 years, so 104.1 tells me. Excellent. I've always wanted to be part of a defining historical moment.
I've done stuff recently. Stuff is fun. I boiled to death today at work. The church centre lives faithfully by the rule that hot air rises, so having an upstairs office is a beautiful blessing (sense the sarcasm...). The hot weather also turnsRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1097303002127675842004-10-09T16:21:00.000+10:002004-10-09T16:23:22.126+10:00I had fun for my first ever voting experience. I really got into it and did the 1-78 labelling of boxes for the upper house. Only issue was, I got up to 80. Hmm. Then I couldn't be bothered to go back and check. That probably renders my vote null and void, but oh well. At least I had the experience.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1097197087992432682004-10-08T10:59:00.000+10:002004-10-08T10:58:07.993+10:00The blogging world is experiencing a lull at the moment. Perhaps us enduring bloggers are feeling disheartened by those of us who have left. People are blogging less frequently, and everyones comments (with the exception of Matt's, which is more like a live chat room anyway) are lower.
I haven't felt much-ly like blogging in the past couple of weeks. But that's natural, people go through phases.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1097141426183395072004-10-07T19:28:00.000+10:002004-10-07T19:30:26.183+10:00Sticky tape dispensors are sharp. And often painful.
I'm trying to appreciate my education this half of 2nd semester so I don't go to sleep in lectures. So far its working. I've been interested in lectures and an avid debator in tutes. That's always fun.
Everythings so political this week. Especially now I understand the voting phenomena.
Essay due Monday. No time to do essay.
But otherwise Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1096874539143021962004-10-04T17:23:00.000+10:002004-10-04T17:22:19.143+10:00My First Stump......was the bomb! I'm having one of those moments where you're heads so full of stuff that I don't think I could adequately blog my experience, so I'll just ramble about thing things that come to mind until I get sick of myself.
Despite the torrential rain and the torrential mud every second step that afterward resulted, stump endured, to great sucess. Walking into the big top for all the main Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1096464494157923882004-09-29T23:21:00.000+10:002004-09-29T23:28:14.156+10:00I have decide who to vote for soon. How stressful. I'm trying my best not to view the whole thing as a lose-lose situation.
My new Maroon 5 album rocks my socks.
I've done some stuff in the last few days...like EBN. That was fun. I love all the Ernie-ites to bits, and people becam Christians!!
And my first proper beach trip of the new season of warmth. That's the bomb.
I've dyed shirts Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1096297012768359502004-09-28T01:55:00.000+10:002004-09-28T00:56:52.766+10:00Poor Rory's been neglected for the past few days.
Time for a little more neglect, though.
Sleepie time.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1096090052048168842004-09-25T15:18:00.000+10:002004-09-25T15:27:32.050+10:00Yay for 3 hours sabbaths! Just got back from setting up for Ernie's Big Night, and heading back in a few hours. But lots of good things can happen in three hours. You can watch a movie and eat. You can listen to lots of CDs. You can get 3 hours work done, and raise money for a small African nation. Some people even manage to have babies in 3 hours.
I've been thinking about how I've had to adjustRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095951589700645252004-09-24T01:58:00.000+10:002004-09-24T00:59:49.700+10:00Yay! Thus ends my potentially worst essay ever. At least I broke my procrastination via blog record.
So very bedtime...
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095948500277033642004-09-24T01:07:00.000+10:002004-09-24T00:08:20.276+10:00In my affinity for naming things, I've decided to call my blog Rory.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095946270988079292004-09-23T23:29:00.000+10:002004-09-23T23:31:10.990+10:00I am going to be so very under the word limit in this essay. Stoopid cultural studies essay. If I can't crap on for a sufficient amount of words, and I'm the queen of over-extending points, who will?
Stoopid smart people will, that's who.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095944786047527562004-09-23T23:05:00.000+10:002004-09-23T23:06:26.046+10:00plug is a somewhat amusing word. It rhymes with ugg. Which makes me think of ugh boots, and winter.
I think ugh boots are the best bit of winter. That, and being toasty in your bed and listening to rain pound on the roof.
Apart from these two things, summer kicks winters butt.
And I will so kick my own butt if I don't go back to my essay.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095934429232687632004-09-23T20:13:00.000+10:002004-09-23T20:13:49.233+10:00Being so self-evaluating, can you guess why I'm procrastinating??
ESSAY!!
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095934389568793332004-09-23T20:12:00.000+10:002004-09-23T20:13:09.566+10:00also wish I had self-discipline...
and the ability to complain less...
and not have such moodswings...
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095934337692329572004-09-23T20:11:00.000+10:002004-09-23T20:12:17.693+10:00I get thoroughly confused sometimes. I wish I knew for sure what I wanted.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095863717529286222004-09-23T01:17:00.000+10:002004-09-23T00:35:17.550+10:00There once was......a boy called Bert. But no-one liked poor old Bert much. You see, Bert had a problem. He couldn't articulate his words; he couldn't speak! No, poor old Bertie would open his mouth, but it wasn't words that came out. Guess what it was??
It was burps!!
Poor Bert. He was a most unpleasant companion to have. If you tried to converse with him, he'd just burp in your face. Most people mistook this Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095839792722198452004-09-22T17:49:00.000+10:002004-09-22T17:56:32.723+10:00Last night Kaye, Tom and I went to a Muslim thingo on the invite of our Muslim friends from bible study. We got to eat Lebanese food. Then when Waleed told Kaye and I to go in a different entrance for the girls and guys side, we thought it would just be different sets of seat. But oh no, we were in with all the other Muslim woman with fold-out wall separating us from the men, and we heard the Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095839241466360272004-09-22T17:46:00.000+10:002004-09-22T17:47:21.466+10:00Congratulations to the McCloud's the first tri-sibling cluster to all have blogs.
Blogs, bringing your family together.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095686561794460432004-09-20T23:14:00.000+10:002004-09-20T23:22:41.796+10:00Hmm..
Blank mind. I'm really thinking about reading, or watching TV, or bed. I should put more heart into this blog.
God's an awfully nice chap.
I'm extremely aware that flippant phrases like that, when used in reference to God, are largely unsuccessful in really saying anything coherent about God. But I think its beyond my comprehension to describe how great he is...
I clubbed a lot this Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095482031288150852004-09-18T14:27:00.000+10:002004-09-18T14:33:51.290+10:00Yesterday was a good day, yes it was. It marked the beginning of my sweet two weeks of freedom, and an awesome small group. I love all my small group girls, they're the bomb.
Then I trekked into the city with a bunch of friends, and it was great fun. We went on a progressive clubbing adventure, from Darling Harbour to Star City and back again, in a quest to find good music. Yay for no cover Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095386364102947842004-09-17T11:47:00.000+10:002004-09-17T11:59:24.103+10:00Blog politics....The blogging world has the ability to create certain issues, as can be seen by the recent exit by some people from the blogging world. There's a nice range available, from people being challenged by Godly living, to people feeling personally exploited when others blog personal issues about them. This, of course, is counter-acted by the influx of people into the blogging world who are drawn into Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095261300406287002004-09-16T01:13:00.000+10:002004-09-16T01:15:00.406+10:00Yay! I finished my essay!
Stoopid ooni in the morning. It really is very detrimental to my sleeping patterns.
I should go to bed now.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095136827746872792004-09-14T14:39:00.000+10:002004-09-14T14:40:27.746+10:00'It's not always rainbows and butterflies,
It's compromise that moves us along.'
- Maroon 5.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095136702025540322004-09-14T14:28:00.000+10:002004-09-14T14:38:22.026+10:00I always found it amusing in Clueless when Murray was teaching Dionne to drive and he tells her to glance at her blind spot with her head, not the whole car. I laughed at that. Now I have to laugh at myself when I laugh at that too. It's hard not to glance with the whole car! At least the Hannah van is still in tact...
Essay season is upon me again, and what a joyous season it is. Why did I Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1095067823030206102004-09-13T19:19:00.000+10:002004-09-13T19:30:23.030+10:00Major bloggage time.
I like that word, bloggage.
People became Christians last night!! Awesome, top part of the weekend. What could be more incredible than seeing people pass from death to life?? Good on ya, God.
'Aimee' was impressive. I especially liked the dances in between. And it's amusing that Jem now has a new identity as a cult member. Top job, Helen, Tom, Matt, Sal and all...
Matt's Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1094908651588228612004-09-11T23:16:00.000+10:002004-09-11T23:17:31.586+10:00I got a new toothbrush, for the first time in years. And it's an adult sized one, not like my old, smaller pooh bear one. I'm having trouble fitting it into my mouth.
But I have faith that my mouth is big enough.
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1094908556509389502004-09-11T23:13:00.000+10:002004-09-11T23:15:56.510+10:00How good are sleep-ins....ahhh.
I am most able to be nice as a human being after a sleep-in. Ask me to do something after a sleep in, and I'll do almost anything.
I had to get up to meet a friend in Chatswood at 10:30, so that slightly tainted the day. But the sleep-in was still considerable!
I don't want to count the number of posts where I recount my Chatswood adventures. I fear there are Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1094813002915730412004-09-10T20:28:00.000+10:002004-09-10T20:43:22.916+10:00Two longggggggggg days. But good days. Especially today - I like being productive.
Yesterday was travel central - I got to see Jem's uni, and her trendy design building. Then went shopping with no money at Paddy's where we ran into Pip and Jodie before rock eistedford. The I began my grand tour of Chatswood, visiting my sister, then hanging with Chris. This was full of fun (no matter what Chris Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1094687336613745712004-09-09T09:45:00.000+10:002004-09-09T09:48:56.613+10:00There are some things you can always count on when you sleep over at the Castles - like Raj being really cute and really slobbery, and having beautiful amounts of breakky juice. Also that my disability for being able to spread vegemite across and entire piece of toast will rear its ugly head again.
My lost tub of blistex is especially plaguing.
Does anyone else have the travel bug?? I just wantRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1094551073844189712004-09-07T19:56:00.000+10:002004-09-07T19:57:53.843+10:00My mother just informed me that before my sister and I crawled forwards, we crawled backwards first.
I wonder if that's metaphorical for anything...
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1094540974607659632004-09-07T17:08:00.000+10:002004-09-07T17:09:34.606+10:00All this stuff with Russia just breaks your heart. Talk about the innocent becoming victims...
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1094474900554027422004-09-06T22:37:00.000+10:002004-09-06T22:48:20.553+10:00I think neckties are interesting. I wonder where they originated from? Like who was the historical fashion designer who decided that 'hey, I think a longish piece of material hanging from a man's neck will be a fashion statement, to be worn properly by the working man, and improperly by punk rockers'?? It was probably the same moronic individual who decided that high heels would be fashionable Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6357189.post-1094368646594919002004-09-05T17:12:00.000+10:002004-09-05T17:17:26.593+10:00How good was camp?? It's an awesome feeling, being able to look back at something and go, hey, God, you rock my socks. He just blows my mind.
And how fun are youth!! They just bring you out of yourself so much, I love it. It was fantastic getting to hang with all genders and ages, especially Ernie Jnr who I don't see all that much. They're quality .
And our cabin was FUN!! We had fun stories Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512838747594948261noreply@blogger.com