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July 5th, 2006
New stuff!
Well, I got some new shit. I got my new external hard drive today, so I'm absolutely THRILLED about that. It's already hooked up and ready to go. *grin* I also got my copy of the ever so rare, "Tales Of Destiny" for Playstation. But unfortunately, I can't play it at the moment because my PS2 is at Holly's house. T____T I want to play it so bad! But alas, I am forced to wait.
Oh, for those who don't know, I got summoned for jury duty. This royally blows because I'm not interested in participating at ALL. And to top it all off, I have to be at the courthouse at 8:00am. -_- This is ridiculous. They culd have at LEAST given me afternoon duty, but noooo. It really does suck, but at least it isn't until the 25th, so I guess I've got some time to mentally prepare myself. -_-^ Other than that, nothing much of interest has gone on. Except for the everyday drama, that's really all there is. OH! One more thing. I finally joined the rest of you so called nerds and I got myself a MySpace account. So here is the link:
-Rachie Rae Rae
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June 24th, 2006
Slow night at The Cruise
Well, even though last night was slow, it still wound up being very very interesting. We got up there a little after 10:30pm, and it sucked ass because there wasn't one race. All the hot rods stayed at home except for like...2 of them. T_T It made me sad. A lot of people finally began to call it a night around 12:30am and 1:00am. Because there wasn't shit going on, it was really rather boring. So around 1:00am, me and Holly decided that we too we're gonna call it a night, and instead, took off to track Mike and Amanda down. Because those tards hadn't called us all day and we we're really rather worried about them by this time. Especially seeing as it was a Cruise night and Amanda hadn't called to go with us.
So we we're actually parked outside the Flint police department, getting ready to go inside to check and make sure neither Mike nor Amanda we're locked up. And right when we parked, we got a call from Ernie telling us a little story that happened after we had left. Apparently Mike Ewing (I have NO idea if that's how you spell his last name or not, so nobody attack me) came up there with his friend...I dont know his friend's name. >_<; Anyway, apparently Mike has a problem with the kid up there in the blue Aztek. So he tryed to start some shit. And then Mike's buddy got out and actually tryed started shit with everybody up at Sunoco. Which is rather stupid is you ask me. 1 guy versus like...15? That's funny shit right there. So he started talking his shit, and then Cody and Curtis got involved...followed by Billy and Ernie and everybody else. The guy then threatened to go and get his guns and come back up to The Cruise and shoot everybody. Not only is he full of shit, but considering what happened to Opie just three weeks ago...that's downright stupid. And I swear, if I would have been there to hear that...I probably would have flipped out. So Ernie just shrugged it off and told him to run home and get his stupid toy guns, he wasn't afraid of him. Of course, Mike and his friend wound up not coming back up there. >_> Pussys.
So of course, by the time me and Holly got back up there, everyone was still rather heated because of the entire situation. (And...it was really weird because Billy was actually being NICE to us. He was joking around with us and everything. And before that, MISTY, of all people, actually got in the back of Holly's car and had a civilized conversation with us. *is still in shock over this*) Well, if only the party would have stopped there. OOOOHHH NO. We we're all standing outside, bullshitting and laughing, having a good time, when these two guys pull up in an SUV. One of them gets out, and goes around the side of the building where the ice is and starts pissing on the wall. >_>; Well...of course, our arab Godfather comes outside and walks right up behind this dude WHILE he's taking a leak, and starts yelling at him. Telling him that he needs to go inside and use the toilet, and to stop pissing on his wall. The guy finished, who is quite obviously drunk off his ass, and came around the corner, bitching that he was only going to use the toilet if he had to take a shit, not a lame ass piss. Well, then they started to get hostile, telling the arab to go fuck himself to which...the Godfather retaliated with a nice firm..."YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF!!" By this time, we're all standing there laughing our ever loving asses off. They start screaming some bullshit like, "GO BACK TO IRAQ YOU FUCKING ARAB. YEAH!!! AMERICA!!! USA!!!!!!!!! WHHOOOOO!" ....And then left. But the best part of it all, was as they we're pulling out of the gas station, the arab ran after them and kicked there tire. As if that was supposed to make some kind of statement or something. *shrug* But it was funny as fuck. After the assholes left, I ran into the store and asked the Godfather, "Why the hell didn't you lay them out? You should have layed the smackdown on their candy ass! We would have backed you up, you know that!" To which he just shook his head and said, "I'M NOT EVEN FROM IRAQ!...Dumbass. NEXT TIME I'M BREAKING THEIR WINDOW!"
A small part of me hoped those fools would come back, because not only was it funny to see the arab get to goddamn angry, but I kinda wanted to see him break their window. I mean...c'mon...that shit would have been hilarious to witness.
So...following that little...episode, everything kinda cooled down for the most part. Well, not if you count the dude would wouldn't stop doing donoughts in the used car lot, but we're not gonna go there. It was pretty much some retard trying to show off. Little does he know...that it didn't quite work. >_>; But...this was when a kid named Pugsley decided to show up. >_> This is the shortest looking white gangster I have ever seen in my life. Funny? Yes. Reliable? HELL NO. He came up, looking for Mike Ewing apparently, looking to kick his ass, but Mike was long gone by that time. So he got out of the car and decided to bullshit with his friend Scott who was also up there bullshitting with us. Well...after a few minutes, he asked Holly if he could use her phone to call someone. Of course, Holly, being the nice one, let him. Little did she know, that he was trying to set up a drug deal. T___T So he looked at Holly and said, "This is your phone, so you gotta come with me? So...you wanna go for a ride?" And Holly, just kinda stood there and looked at him like he was stupid. THEN, of all things, decided to play the, "You have to ask my girl" card. So Pugsley looked at me and said, "Do you wanna go for a ride? I just have to go to Bristol road and pick up this money." So I was like, "Fine, ok, whatever." Now. This is not normally like me. I do not get in the car with strange people that I do not know. NEVER. But what did I wind up doing? Getting in the car with them. But it was mostly because I didn't want Holly going by herself because she'd fall for anything, and the last thing I needed...was a dead Holly. So we drive out to Saginaw Rd (doing about 110mph on the E-Way, mind you) and pull up in Speedway to meet up with this girl who he's apparently getting money from. So...this is when it got interesting. He looked at me and Holly and said, "Don't say a word...but I'm robbing this bitch."
O__O The story was that she wanted come cocaine, and she knew that his mom sold cocaine, so she trusted him. Aside from the fact that she knew him personally and everything, and had known him for a while. Soooo....she gave him $70 and Pugsley told her that he just had to run back to his house and get the drugs from his mom. T_T But he didn't. He just took her money and went back over to the Eastside, to get alchohol. And after he did, he looked at me and Holly and said, "See? See how easy that was, to make $70? It's sad, but that's what you have to do nowadays."
I swear, I wanted to die. I already told him that if I wound up getting shot, beaten, stabbed or raped that I was going to sick my baby daddy on him. And this egotistical bastard actually said, "Baby girl, your with PUGSLEY...ain't NOBODY gonna fuck with you." T___T Oh my fucking God, I wanted to die. Baby girl? BABY GIRL. NOBODY CALLS ME BABY GIRL. Especially somebody who I hardly even know, and just proved himself to be a retard. I do NOT fuck around with people who do drugs, or deal drugs. And I already know that Mike isn't going to very thrilled with me when I tell him this. In fact, I'm scared to tell him for the soul fact that he might tell Pugsley off. It might go something like, "DID YOU TAKE MY GIRL TO DO A DRUG DEAL?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND! IF I EVER FIND OUT YOU DO SOME STUPID SHIT LIKE THAT AGAIN, I'M GONNA FUCKING BREAK YOUR LEGS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" ......Heh....heheheheh....now it makes me wanna tell him, just for the sheer fact that it'd be funny to see him flip out on that kid. But seriously though. We finally made it back to Sunoco, with all our limbs still in tact and everything. Pugsley and his friend (who, contrary to what Holly says, looks like Joey Fatone from 'NSync) we're trying to get me and Holly to go drink with them. T_T It was already after 3:30am by now, so there was no chance in HELL that was happeneing. And especially after the little incident that occured earlier with this kid...I'm sorry, but I wasn't going anywhere with them. The last thing I needed was to get drunk with two guys, I dont even know and wind up getting raped or some shit. -_- Not on my high priorities list at the moment. But Pugsley wound up asking me for my number. For...reasons which are unknown to me. *shrug* Did I give it to him? Yes, yes I did, for the sheer fact of this is all been entertaining up until this point, so why not add some more fun into it. I just hope and pray to God that he doesn't come up to The Cruise tonight. I swear, I will LOCK myself in the bathroom until he leaves. >____>
....And that, my friends, was my coming of age tale.
-Rachie Rae Rae
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June 20th, 2006
I'm getting a tattoo of DRAMA on my forehead
Well, today was an average day. Um...I guess, if that's what you wanna call it. I spent the night at Holly's house last night, for the simple fact that she had her first pap smear (is that even how you fucking spell it?...) today and she didn't want to go alone. Heh. The night itself was pretty boring if you want me to be honest. It was mostly spent with me telling Holly about the time I wiped my crotch with an empty pop can in a port-a-potty when I got completely torched with my cousin Joey and my aunt Dana and uncle Ron (this was when I moved to Colorado for 6 months). And then watching some gay ass shit on E! and then sitting outside for an hour, chain smoking, and talking about Amanda and Mike. Which is normal routine for us nowadays. *shrug*
I didn't wake up until 1:00pm, because I was lazy, and oddly enough, more than comfortable, even on that futon of hers. >_> But I pretty much, got up, got into my clothes, and did a few others things, before we headed out the door. We wound up waiting an hour and a HALF until Holly was even called back into the doctors room...only to find out that I wasn't even going to be allowed to go in there with her. I'm still trying to decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing. A bad thing, because I could have been home cleaning, fiddling on the computer or doing some work rather than...sitting in a doctors office for an hour and a half twiddling my thumbs, talking shit about this skank ass middle schooler and reading lame ancient issues of VOGUE magazine. >_> But...kinda a good thing because...come on, it's a fucking pap smear. It's not like looking at Holly's woo wa was high on my list of priorities for that day, or any other day. But...eh. I was there for support, damnit.
But omg, this girl that came into the doctor's office with her mom and her younger sister. I swear, she made me wanna hire a sniper. She was such a slut, and she wasn't even in high school yet. She came in with her mom, bitching and moaning that it was summertime, and she didn't want to stay at home tonight because it was boring and all she did was sit in her room all day long. And she wanted to go to club Sub Zero and some other shit. OH! And she didn't understand why her mom didn't want her staying the night at her friends house who is 22 years old. ....This girl, isn't even in high school yet. So...YEAH. I can SEE why her mother would have a problem with it. I swear, this girl just liked to hear herself talk. She would sit there, and interrupt her mother ever 2 seconds, just to tell her something that her mother could have given two squirts of piss about. And then, she would sit there and roll her eyes bitching because she was hungry and the doctor was taking FAR too long for her taste. I was this close to leaning over to her mother and saying, "....I feel sorry for you..." ....But I didn't.
And I swear to God, I would have hoped that was going to be as dramatic as it was going to get for the day. Oh, of COURSE not. I'm so tired of Holly and Amanda fighting, I could scream. And I've already said this to Holly, but it's like the two of them switched rolls. Amanda used to be the one who bitched about everything. Now it's Holly. And it's like...she just...on some sort of subliminal level, she just despises Amanda now. Everytime she says something to Amanda, it's either rude or snotty, and she is CONSTANTLY yelling at the girl. Which in turn, causes Amanda to bitch right back. And if I have to hear it one more time, I'm gonna snap. And I know that if I snap on Holly, she's gonna deny that she's doing anything like that, which is why I dont wanna do that. But come on, a girl can only take so much. It'd be one thing if she was TALKING to Amanda. But it's like she's turning into my grandma or something. She has to scream EVERY FUCKING THING. The phone was ringing earlier, and granted, it was Tracy, calling for Amanda, but...it's not like Amanda had the phone or anything, because Holly had come in 20 minutes before that and taken it from her. And the phone is ringing, and Holly is sitting RIGHT next to a phone herself. She starts SCREAMING at Amanda to answer the phone. And I mean...it's just little shit like that. I swear, I'm this close to just bopping the two of them over the head with a frying pan and calling it a day. I really am. T_____T
-Rachie Rae Rae
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May 26th, 2006
So much drama in my life!!!
It seems that every time I get around to updating this damn thing, more and more drama has just kinda of....filtered it's way into my daily routine. And I'm damn sick and tired of it, that's for damn sure. People being two-faced, people acting like 2 year olds, people wanting to fight everyone else. People getting upset over EVERY LITTLE THING. Feelings of relationships, boyfriends and girlfriends....and...ugh, it's just tiring. And exhausting. I don't know who I can trust anymore, since a certain one of my friends has proven to me that she cannot be trusted for shit. She is two-faced and it's just...idiotic. Another one of my good friends, has an addiction. Not an addictions to drugs or anything, but an addiction to lying, and I don't like it. I'm tired of a friend of mine getting jealous and angry over EVERY LITTLE THING I DO. If I dont call him back, he gets mad. If I dont hang out with him when he wants me to, he gets mad. Whenever I hang out with someone else and not him, he gets mad. Whenever I dont answer my phone for some UNKNOWN reason, he gets mad, and that alone is starting to wear thin. One of my best friends needs to chill out and stop getting pissed off over a certain relationship going on right now. I understand that she's hurt and upset, as would I, but it seems that she just gets angry over EVERY THING THEY DO. If they hug, it seems she gets mad and it's just....BLAGH. Another girlfriend of mine needs to stop being an attention whore before I knock her out. I'm tired of her weaseling her way in to our everday affairs. I'm tired of her getting her way all the time and then bragging about it. I'm tired of hearing, "You know he wants me," everytime some hot guy looks our way. I'm tired of her butting in and acting like she's king shit. I've been nice so far and kept my mouth shut, and I'm not mentioning any names, but this is just how I feel. Retaliate all you want, because this isn't an attack, so it will probably just be ignored. I just had some things to get off my chest, and I didn't want to start anything. But if I didn't say anything, at least to the INTERNET, I probably would have exploded. And we don't want Rachel to explode now do we?
No? Ok then. I rest my case.
-Rachie Rae Rae
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April 9th, 2006
DRAMA
Well, I'm not gonna sit here and rant on and on about how right I was. But that guy that was tryin' to holler at Holly? And yeah...to give you all the short version, we met this guy up at The Cruise last weekend. His name is Mike. And he was trying to holler at Holly. And from the moment I met him...I knew I didn't like him. But the bad part? Holly liked him. A lot, actually. And when she asked me what I thought of him...I told her I didn't like him. She asked me why and to give her a reason, and I honestly, really couldn't. I told her, there was just something about him that rubbed me the wrong away, and I couldn't put my finger on it.
But. As much as I didn't like him, for Holly's sake, I agreed to give him a second chance. I wanted to be supportive, and I thought, "Hey. Maybe I'm wrong about this guy."
-_- Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. On Friday, after Holly got out of work, she wound up having Mike come over for about half an hour. The two of them we're all lovey dovey and made out and all that fun...stuff. >_> AHEM. So. He all of a sudden bounces after only being there for like...half an hour. On Saturday night, we all go up to The Cruise, and Mike calls Holly's cell. He tells her that he's on his way up there, that he'll be there shortly because he was coming from Clio. 2 hours later he finally shows up, but he doesn't park in his usual spot. Instead, he parks across the street at AutoZone.
Well....in a nutshell, Mike was playing Holly and this chick named Vanessa. Telling Holly that he really liked her and wanted to get with her...and then would turn right around and tell Vanessa the same thing. So a bunch of shit blew up, Holly cried and screamed, everyone up at The Cruise wanted to kick Mike's ass, and it was all good and fun. WEEEEEEE!!!
I didn't rub it in her face that I was right at all, because I find that both just...mean, as well as immature. The only person I would ever sing the "I told you so~" chorus to is Liz. Because...well, it's just fucking funny when you prove her wrong, because she's dumb. But yeah. There was just a bunch of drama, and I mean...ugh, it was crazy.
But hey, at least it gave us all something to do. I do feel bad for Holly, I do. I mean...she really liked this kid. Her stepdad, (who in my opinion, is being a fucking ass about it) said, "I dont understand why your so mad about it, it's not like you guys we're dating..."
Um...can't understand why she's upset? Hmm...let's see. Maybe because he was hugging and kissing all over Holly one night. Telling her that he really liked her and was MAKING OUT with her....only to turn around and do the same to some other chick up at The Cruise? If you can't see that? Then...well, your fucking dumb. I mean, it would have been one thing if, like...she had a crush on him, and he didn't even know she existed. Like he didn't even talk to her. Then I could understand why you would ask that question. But no, no. It's not like that.
Ugh. When I think about it, I just wanna kick his ass. Thus, proving why I dont like men, and I am SERIOUSLY considering just...being a lesbian. You can't trust them. NONE OF THEM.
-Rachie Rae Rae
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March 19th, 2006
The kind of people I hate most
...are the kind of people who are compulsive liars. Who can't stop lieing to save themselves. People like...well, people like my mother for example.
A few people who read this will know what I am talking about, but others...god, if you don't, please don't email me or IM me asking about what's going on. If your out of the loop, I would prefer it to stay that way because it's better that you spare yourself the drama.
I know I told Drea I wasn't going to say anything more, but this blog was in desperate need of an update. A good one, so I figured this one would be angsty. Heh. Why the hell not? It's my journal anyway, and I really only think a couple of people on LJ have this link anyway. So in a way, even though I dont have the handy dandy "friends lock" feature, I still feel this is private enough. But...anywhoo, onto what I wanted to talk about.
I wanted to talk about the fact that even though I said nothing would shock me anymore about this entire ordeal, I still cannot believe that even though Britney was caught red handed in a lie, that she's still going to keep the lie going. She is how old? 19 years old? And the child still cannot summon forth and apologize as well as a confession without being a smartass about it. I hate to make this entry sound like a hearing, but let's take a look at the evidence against Britney, shall we? First of all, her attitude. For someone who has a rare and protentially fatal disease such as "Moya Moya".....she sure as hell isn't acting like it. With the threat of death in her near future (and by near future, we're talking...3 months or so, according to her "doctor") she doesn't even really act like she's that concerned. The only time she gets upset is when Drea won't get back together with her. She apparently doesn't want ANY SURGERIES, and she wants to die....because if she can't have Drea, then she doesn't see a reason to live at all. She would much rather "wait it out" and let death take her. She isn't out there enjoying life as any person in her situation would be doing. Instead, she sits on the computer all day, and does the same old crap. She journals, she talks on AIM and she rps and makes icons. I'm sorry, but no. That's not how people who are suffering like that would act. Not in the least.
Next, lets look at her more than speedy recoveries. W.T.F. This child, who is now apparently having severe seizures, has been taken to the hospital. (Again, this according to her web of lies) But she isn't even at the hospital for a mere 18 hours before she is back on LJ, and posting about her traumatic event. Um...I'm sorry...but no. You do not have a seizure, and then the hospital up and sends you home. Just like that. It doesn't happen. You would think someone would know this kind of common knowledge, but apparently she was too concerned with winning Drea back to bother with the facts.
Her apparent friend Lance, who I know is not fake, has been posting information in her livejournal about her condition. Well, Britney knows that the only contact she has with Drea is through phone...and through the internet. And it's not like she can call Drea to tell her, "Hey...I'm in a coma." So what does she do? Well, she decides to play "Lance" and post littles notes in her livejournal whenever she gets really bad. Whenever she has to go to the hospital, Lance must make a post. >_> Ok folks, lets take a minute to sit and reflect. When was the last time, that you we're in the hospital, and you thought, "I MUST TELL MY LJ FRIENDS." If you are having seizures, the last fucking thing on your mind...is LJ. Ok? And not only that, but Lance sure does know how to work LJ, considering...he doesn't even have one. He uses the same punctuation as her and everything. I find that a little too close for comfort if you know what I mean. There's no way that Lance would know how to do all that shit, such as inserting space bars and the like on LJ, without having prior knowledge. Honestly, we're not fucking stupid Britney.
But let's not forget the AIM conversation. Ok, so...I never got to see it. And I never really bothered to ask Drea to send it to me, but...how in the fuck can you weasel out of this. Erin...made up a fake screen name, and IMed her on it, pretending to be a Lingering Faith wannabe. (Lingering Faith is the rp that Britney made, just so nobody is confused who may be reading this) And holy wow. Britney so totally answered back. ....When she was supposed to fucking be in a COMA. A. FUCKING. COMA. And then, about 20 minutes later, pretended to be Lance again.
SO. LANCE. JUST SO HAPPENED TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT THE FUCKING RP. And...he went ahead and pretended to be Britney to help out one of her friends. And then all of a sudden decided to change back into himself again? How...is this possible? How...is it POSSIBLE that Britney thinks that we are that fucking stupid. She sits there, and spews off shit about how us EVER thinking she could do something like this is an insult to her intelligence. Well, guess what Britters? You...even thinking for one second, that all of us are that fucking stupid....was an insult to all of us. Ironic how karma can come and bite you in the ass, huh? I believe that whatever goes around comes around, and for pulling such a stunt as this...well, don't worry. You'll get yours eventually.
OH! Let's not forget the phone call! Having had enough of this little game of hers, I looked up the number to Kent Memorial Hospital, which is in Warwick, Rhode Island. I wanted to make sure Britney was there, because this story was getting more and more far fetched at the days passed on. So, I gave the number to Drea, and she called up there and went to patient information. And...well, wouldn't you know it? Britney...was never admitted. Not anywhere to be found. Then Drea called the number of 2 more local country hospitals...and holy wow! Britney wasn't at any of them! -____- Nice. Real nice. Not like it came as much of a shock to me, but the fact that Britney still tryed to play it off after all that...well, that was just some funny shit.
Now, I'm not trying to blame anyone else, because I share part of the blame as well, considering right after I made my short little LJ entry telling Britney off...it seemed to open the floodgate and everyone started to make entries. BUT. Aside from that. I swear, if everyone would have kept their mouth shut. If none of us would have said anything, Britney would have either made a post that night, or the next day, talking about how she had "just gotten back from the hospital". But since everyone told her off, Britney decided to tell everyone, "I never went to the hospital! Lance was the one who made those entries! I don't know why he did that! WAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Ok, so...Lance, just up and decided that not only was he going to make retarded and untrue posts in BOTH her LJ AND her GJ....but he was also going to sign onto her screen name and sit on it all day, and talk to her friends? Just for shits and giggles? He just...randomly decided he was going to fuck up her life for the fun of it. Gee. What a nice friend. Sorry Brit. But none of us are buying it.
Then, you went ahead and insulted our intelligence even more when you tryed to prove to us you weren't lying. Finally, you got up the balls to take a picture of your hospital bill. And...wow. As if we couldn't fucking READ BRITNEY. Acute UTI? .....I'm sorry, but a fucking urinary tract infection has nothing to do with a brain disease. And not ONLY that, but the medications listed below, we're not related to the disease at all, and PLUS...everything else on the form was written in black. But then you just had to go to the extra mile and put a little check next to "CT/HEAD"...thinking that all we would have to do is look at that and magically be convinced. But hun. You forgot....that the check next to that was in blue pen. Like I said earlier...everything else...was in black. -__- Come on now, honestly. If your going to lie, do it fairly decently.
Apparently now, everyone is still waiting for the email you sent them of your "PROOF". I myself am not too concerned because I don't think you'll be sending shit, and there really is no way you can prove anything. Why? Because there is none. Because you don't have Moya Moya. Because it was some sick ploy to win Drea back and failed. Miserably. You can't just come out and admit you we're wrong, because...well, I honestly don't know why. Reasoning with you is beyond repair. Words...escape me when I try to think of this all in my head. But honestly....what goes around comes around. And if you honestly think, we are so stupid as to believe you when we have a MOUNTAIN of evidence against you, and you have absolutely nothing you can provide us with in turn. It's sad, and it's also a little amusing.
Grow up Britney. And get some help.
-Rachie Rae Rae
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