Merry Christmas! (okay, I'm sorta late.....)

Anyway, Christmas was great. Yesterday went really well. My family read the Christmas Story from Luke like we always do....and then we opened the gifts. My brothers liked the quilts, so I was happy about that. And my parents liked their gifts too. So I was happy about that too,LOL. And I'll just list everything I got. Kay: A hot chocolate kit thingymabob shaped in a cone (you know, layers of hot chocolate mix, marshmallows, and chocolate chips), a dog purse (I know, VERY unique..and I LOVE it!) a blender, a beanie hat, a couple of pairs of gloves, a pair of baby phat jeans with a matching shirt, a sweat suit, a few personal things, a picture frame, shoes, and last but DEFINATELY not least, a diamond ring! So yeah. And then we had company over...and I felt really bad because here I was trying to be somewhat of a "mentor" or example for two girls (8 & 11 year-olds) and..okay, I'll just explain. So these girls' parents don't let them wear really dark or really bright nail polish, so I tried to convince them that "really dark and really bright colors are bad". The youngest wouldn't buy that. She saw my nails, which have nail polish on them that's so dark, it's like almost black. So as I was trying to convince her that this mail polish that sorta blended in with her skin was "really pretty", she was like, "I can't see it! I like that color (pointing to my nails). Do you have any more of THAT color?" I was like, "Um....not alot." Talk about feeling like a hypocrite. And then the 11-year old was talking about clothes and stuff and...okay, obviously if you have on a sweatshirt, you can give a big speech about how the fashion industry is SO BAD and look like you're SO MODEST. Yeah, I felt like a REAL hypocrite sorta. Sigh. Tisk tisk to me. And then I ended up staying up until midnight. And this morning I chopped 3 pairs of pants because I'm just sick of them all being so long. And...yeah. So anyway, all in all Christmas was pretty good. So... do any of you guys have special New Year's resolutions? Later,
sweetggirl

Ugh...allergies SUCK

Okay, so yesterday, Josh and I finished MOST (but not all) of the baking that we wanted to. Well, yesterday evening, I was REALLY hungry between lunch and dinner, so despite me telling myself that I would only eat ONE cookie...I ended up eating five (I know, that's like the closest I think I've ever been to binge-eating,LOL). Yes, I knew that they had flour in them.It was almost as if I was saying, "More wheat for me, PLEASE!" Then during dinner, I broke out AGAIN....and as me and my fam were watching "It's a Wonderful Life", I got REALLY nauseated. And that lasted until midnight...so, I ended up yelling at my mom (as if it was her fault) and....yeah, it was miserable. I woke up with a burning throat. So today has been another "no-wheat" day. AGH! Anyway......I just got back from playing at the nursing home. It was rly good, except I had one awkward moment where this elderly lady was standing to the side of me staring at me, so I just quickly turned and smiled....and she walked away. It was REALLY awkward,LOL. But I'm SO HAPPY that I'll NEVER have to hear myself play those ANNOYING songs AGAIN...until next year,LOL.So yeah. Anyway....more about the movie "It's a Wonderful Life". So I FINALLY understood the whole plot, and I actually became very thankful for life in general. I mean, like pretty much every1, I have my down moments where I wonder like what's the point of life. I'm quickly reminded that it's to honor and glorify Christ, but at the same time, I feel like I'm not rly needed in the world, ya know? Like...I just wonder sometimes if like if I died, would anyone even care? Or like if I wasn't ever born, would it make THAT big of a difference? But the end of the movie seemed to answer it all for me. It was almost chilling it moved me SO MUCH. Now, I absolutely LOVE that movie. Anyway...I'm gonna go see if there are any good Christmas movies on tonight. Oh, one more thing. It seems SO ODD to me that at this time of the year, there aren't too many Christmas movies on! Like I turned on HBO a couple of nights ago, and there were a bunch of PG-13 and R movies....anyway, k, I'm stepping off of my soapbox,LOL. Later,
sweetggirl

Busy busy busy...

Yesterday was EXTREMELY busy. I was awoken by my mom at 9:30 a.m....and grumpy too...until she told me that I had to leave the house in an hour (which I didn't know....I thought that I played at the hospital today....). So I played there for two hours, came home for an hour, left to go shopping with my mom again (window shopping, that is) and then rushed to the library (yes, I ended up skipping dinner...in fact all I'd eaten was a bagel and a piece of pizza all day...told ya I was busy,LOL) at 6:40 to figure out which order I'd play the songs in at the coffee house....I left the library at 6:54, in just enough time to get to the coffee house at EXACTLY 7:00, on the mark. A bunch of people came, surprisingly. It was really neat too, because like everyone that came came to hear me, and one piano teacher had just had a piano recital and brought all of her students to come hear me! I thought that was pretty neat. Then today, Josh and I have had some major time fun. We've started our Christmas baking (even though Josh couldn't figure out why in the world I wanted to make chocolate chip cookies bc they aren't Christmassy). And me and Josh just got done goofing off with the piano and singing a sorta rock/screaming randition of "All I Ask of You" from the phantom of the opera...fun fun. I'm rly glad he's home, although I just realized that I only have 3 more days to finish his quilt. And I'm only like 1/3 of the way done! AGH! Plus I need to practice piano...I play at another coffee house at 7 tonight. Sigh. I love it though. Later,
sweetggirl

After four and a half hours of sleep....

I am still alive. Yes, I was going to go to bed at nine knowing. Then it delayed to like 10. Then eleven.....then I got stuck in the middle of reading this book called "Burnt Orange" by Melody Carlson....it's really interesting...I ALWAYS get addicted to those books. Anyway, so I ended up falling asleep at about 1:30 and my mom woke me up at around 5:45. We went early-bird shopping. It was pretty fun....but I hafta admit I was dissapointed in myself...I mean, okay, I went thinking that I'd spend like all of my money on getting my dad a really nice Christmas gift (and okay, his gift was pretty nice....a pair of cross-training shoes....is that a cool gift for a dad?) And so after going to three stores, finally I just gave up looking for a gift for him (okay, so I gave up after the first five minutes at the first store....oops...?) and decided to search out clothes for myself. I know, how selfish. I'm a lil grinch. So...I ended up spending part of my money on myself. And I kept thinking about how I'm SUPPOSED to be a cheerful giver.....and to a degree I am, but I couldn't believe how sidetracked I got looking at stuff for MYSELF. I mean, I bet I spent like at LEAST half of the time looking for stuff for me. But hey, I got my mom another gift (a purse...my first one was a pair of white gold earrings...brownie points please?). So anyway, I ended up getting the rest of my Christmas shopping done and getting a couple pairs of shorts and a REALLY cute pair of sandals too. Then my piano teacher DID come over today. It was sorta awkward though. Okay, REALLY awkward. She finished the lesson that she couldn't complete on Monday and...it's just awkward having parents there listening to the lesson,LOL. Anyway, there isn't much else to write about...OH! I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to wheat bc after eating spaghetti for lunch today, I broke out AGAIN (wheat is in the noodles...).Sigh. K, Later,
sweetggirl

Why was I NOT more thankful?

Well, I'm pretty sad right now. I think that I'm allergic to wheat. Although I haven't been tested for it, I seem to get an allergic reaction sometimes when I eat it. And I have to admit, lately, I've been REALLY lacking on my thankfulness for food. REALLY lacking. And now, if I really AM allergic to wheat, well, I won't be able to eat alot of different foods. Which will really suck. Sigh.Immediately, I thought of the passage where the Lord tells Peter to eat a bunch of the "prohibited" foods. Peter is disgusted and doesn't want to eat thos foods. And...that's so like me sometimes. Sigh. So tomorrow, I'm going to have to try to endure a full day with no wheat. I mean, it didn't seem like that big of a deal when I was sorta avoiding eating it anyway....but now if I CAN'T have it, I'll be pretty bummed. Sigh. Oh well. Gotta go. Later,
sweetggirl

okay, last post was B-O-R-I-N-G (sorta like this one,LOL)

Well, I've been busy for the past couple of days (a very good busy). Yesterday I played at the hospital (AND met the anonymous guy who sent me a Thank You card...he's really nice) and got offered a job as a piano teacher (which my mom turned down...:( ) . After that, my mom and I came home in just enough time for me to get in an argument with her (I claimed the shirt I was wearing was too big and I wanted to switch...) and finally we settled on my rabbit fur jacket. Then we went to my recital with the St. Paul Conservatory. The vocalist (also a vocal teacher)that I was accompanying with the recorder sang just gorgeously! I mean, I'm a soprano, but she actually has VOLUME unlike me.....LOL. Then I went to Wal-Mart and got mad becuase I had to jump to reach this "Welcome Home" balloon for Josh on the top shelf, and there was this guy in the isle and when I said "Excuse me," and jumped up, he laughed. SO MEAN,LOL. And then I found out that having three guys under the age of 20 for cashiers help me night doesn't exactly work too well....Anyway, I'm pretty tired. Later,
sweetggirl

sigh

Well, today has been okay. I guess. Other than dealing with this lame headache and getting a needle stuck in my hand while I was quilting. Sigh. But hey, I'm almost done with my brother's quilts....(I hope that they don't know about this blog...I'd cry if they found out before CHristmas that I made them quilts,LOL). So yeah. Piano lessons went well. Anyway, I am writing a story for a scholarship. I just started it last night (at like midnight,LOL) and I just wanna know what you guys think. I'll post like the first page. Later,
sweetggirl

“Number 5879401, may I please take your order?” Groan. Excuse me, but I was actually born with a NAME. When I look at my birth certificate, I see a NAME. Not when I look at my I.T., also known as my identification tracker. No, when I look on that card, there is simply a number and my thumbprint under my picture. Whatever.
“Yeah, Hi, I’ll take the.....whatever the fish combos USED to be called.” After ten years of this stupid electronic waiter-service, you’d think I’d have this down. Sigh. “You mean, KF729? Correct? Please say ‘YES’, or ‘NO’.” Sigh. Times have changed so dramatically in the past ten years. “Ummm....I don’t really know. Fish combo?” “Sorry, I could not understand your request. You mean, V831? Correct? Please say ‘YES’, or ‘NO’.” Ugh! Like seriously, WHY do robots and computers do EVERYTHING nowadays? I want REAL customer service with REAL people helping me. Can I make THAT my order?
“Yeah, give me the stupid V831.” “Sorry, I still could not understand your request. Please repeat your request.” What the heck? I still could not understand YOUR MOM. Give me a break. “Yes, V831.” “Please fly ahead. Thank you for stopping at Marci’s Metallic Meals.” Sigh. FLYING ahead. And yes, these meals TASTE metallic just like the name of the restaurant says. And ugh! This is VEGAN?! I HATE VEGAN STUFF! If only I could get my hands on whoever had the “bright” idea to replace meat with soy because it’s “leaner”, they’d wish they would’ve never been born. Obviously it’s lean! I mean, no duh! Like seriously, ANY plant will be leaner than meat. It’s ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. So who am I to be complaining so much? I am Latanya Korentine, also known as number 5879401. I am sort of “grounded” by the government. Okay, I’m not grounded in the sense that I can only stay on the ground. No, I can still fly my air shuttle legally. But for the next three years, I will not receive any of the top-secret information that the government has. Or at least the new information that those who work
for the government like I used to have. So why did I get fired? Well, according to the law (or government, because they’ve decided to throw out the law, claiming that it is too “old-fashioned” just like religion....not realizing that they’ve created their own religion by throwing out religion), I am a criminal. My crime? I don’t think like everybody else. I don’t act like everybody else. My biggest crime? I think that what the government is doing is wrong, Of course, they can NEVER be wrong. They just twist the law in whatever way they want to. And if that doesn’t work, they say that it doesn’t mean what it says. Like that makes sense? Nu-uh. I am NOT dumb. If a package of pens says that the pens are royal blue, it better mean what it says. If I pull a red pen out of that package, I’m getting my money back. If a sign says, “DANGER: RADIATION”, I will say that the sign means what it ways. I will not go into the radiation area to see what happens to me. To see if the sign means what it says. Again, I am NOT dumb. The law means what it says. Or at least it DID when the Constitution was signed. Although I’m not sure now that ANYTHING means what is says. Or for that matter, if ANYONE means what they say.

IDK what to write....

Okay, so I played piano for a coffee shop today. It didn't go so hot. But oh well.....besides that, I'm taking the P-ACT, aka The PLAN. I'm not so nervous about that though bc I know that there aren't any scholarships involved so....yeah. And then I play for this shop called Imaging World's open house right afterwards (it's a shop in River Falls). And on Sunday I'm playing at a nursing home.....and....okay, I really can't think right now. Later,
sweetggirl

I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M DOING THIS

I'm about to write out my English assignment...which was.....to write a couple of journal entries and "publish" them. I'm supposed to have friends critique my lack of skills,LOL. It took me a while to find appropriate entries,LOL, (and I'm gonna edit one of the names,LOL, but here they are ....Okay, here goes nothing.


Dear Diary, 11-14-07
Today is my birthday. Yup, I'm fifteen. Wow. Nope, I don't feel any different. But, I must admit, mom and dad made today a pretty awesome day for me. Okay, so first, I woke up, got showered & dressed, blah blah. THEN, I went to Target an got my pictures taken! It was fun. Then, HUGE surprise. Mom & dad took me to Schmitt music to pick out a piano! Yes, they did! I still can't believe it. Honestly, I don't think I even will until I'm playing on that grand piano daily! See, they started driving past Hudson. So then I thought that we were going shopping in Woodbury. We drove past Woodbury. Then I thought that maybe we were going to the Mall of America. Nope, we passed 494. Then I thought that we might be going to the mall in White Bear Lake. We passed that exit. Then I thought that maybe we were going to the Roseville mall. In fact, I was positive. Then we drove past that exit. Then I thought that MAYBE we were going to the Albertville mall. But we got off at the Brooklyn Park exit. So then I figured we were going to Schmitt music, but that didn't totally make sense to me because mom asked me what we were going to do for my birthday since the piano thing wouldn't work out. So, we went. And after mom and dad consulted with my piano teacher, they concluded that they would get a six-foot seven-inch Kawai. So yeah. Then we came home and had pepper steak with rice, and my chocolate ice-cream cake and watched ratatouille. Aaron bought me a robe (which was $40.00....he left the price tag on,LOL). I got a TON of Happy Birthday wishes from friends on my facebook. Sigh. Josh said I'm officially a teenager in his book and apparently sent me a gift in the mail which is REALLY kind. I must admit, I have a great family that I wouldn't trade for 1,000 friends. I love my family. I'm tired. So, tonight, I'll sleep with my stuffed dog Rags & sleep with a nightlight like I have for the last 8 years. This has been a GREAT birthday. Thank the Lord for another year to live without serious health ailments. Thi has been such a wonderful day. Happy Birthday to me! Later,
Rachel



Dear Diary, Tuesday, 12-4-07

I know, I know. I haven't written since Saturday! How can I survive? Well, the past three days (specifically today) have been oddly wonderful. Or rather eventful. Okay, first off Sunday. I DID end up going to Lavitia's party! Yay! It was sorta awkward though. First off, Lavitia's mom asked my mom to chop onions. I mean, seriously, who does that? Secondly, Lavitia's mom forgot to go buy pop. So she asked mom to run to the store with Laura to get it. Again, like seriously, who does that? If you don't have it, you just forget about it. Finally, her mom flew out her best friends from Florida. Yeah, I would say it again, but you get my point. AWKWARD! Okay, then yesterday. Dr. Whopaskot is going to sign me up for the competition. She thinks I'll have a good chance of doing well. And of course Aaron's birthday was yesterday. I bought him a hair clipper set. And then today....oh gosh. Okay, so you know how mom and dad get all freaked out about leaving me home alone? Well, now I can see why. Kay, so first off, as I'm practicing piano, Aaron calls. The phone rings once and stops. I HATE it when that happens. Especially when I'm home alone. So I called him back, and he hung up right away. So I was sorta freaked. Then, I start playing the piano again. Now, this mad man starts ringing the doorbell. I don't answer. He rings it again. I still don't answer and I actually stop practicing piano. Then he actually pounds on the door. Then I sneak into the pantry and hide in there for about 5 minutes. After he continues to pound on the door, I get the courage (and DEFINATELY courage from the Lord) to go into the kitchen and grab the phone. I called mom and as soon as I called her, this crazy man yells, "Open the door!" and something else too mumbled for me to hear. So I hang up and run in the basement (which is odd since I used to be freaked about the basement). I hid in a little corner and called mom again. I told her what was going on and she told me to call 911. So I did. The dispatcher was really nice. As soon as he said hello, I was like, "Hi, I'm a 15 year old and I'm home alone and there's a man....I think it's a man...pounding on the front door and I'm really scared." He asked for the address, homw phone (which he probably already had), my full name and date of birthday. Then he repeatedly told me not to lose him and tried to have a common friendly conversation with me. I ended up linking a 3-way phone call with him & dad. So the sheriff came, and he was REALLY nice. And long storry short, after the wobbly knees and prayers, I'm alright. Well, I'm pretty tired. Later,
Rachel


Okay, I'm done. :)

My VERY exciting life...

Yes, today was another very exciting day. Not necessarily in a good way though,LOL. Okay, so my parents are ALWAYS really nervous about leaving me home by myself. And last night, they really wanted me to go with them and I was like, "Seriously, I'll be fine mom and dad. I'm 15 years old and perfectly capable of staying home by myself." So what happens? Well, first off my brother called and the phone rang once and stopped. I HATE it when that happens. I tried calling him back, but the call didn't go through. So I went back to practicing piano....and started playing this really gloomy piece (Chopin's Nocturne in E minor....IDK why..... Then the doorbell rings. I didn't answer it. It rang again. I didn't answer. Then the mad man started pounding on the door. I didn't answer. In fact, I hid in the pantry, figuring he'd stop banging the door down. But no, it continued for another 5 minutes. Finally, I ran into the kitchen, picked up the phone, dialed my mom. Then he actually yelled, "Open the door!" and something else sorta mumbly. So I hung up on my mom, and ran and hid in the basement shaking from fear. I called my mom again, told her some man was banging on the door, and she told me to call 911. So I did, for the first time in my life. The dispatcher was really nice. He tried to keep me calmed down and stuff and asked a bunch of info. Then my dad called and I did a 3-way call with him, the dispatcher, and I. My dad was out of town too, so apparently my mom called him all freaked out (oh yeah, WHILE he was eating breakfast with a friend who lives like over an hour away) and naturally he got freaked out and called the neighbor. So anyway, the neighbor came over, only to find out this was a delivery guy....and shortly after, the sheriff (he insisted that I call him a sheriff,LOL, even though I considered him a cop) arrived. He told me that I did the right thing and apologized for taking so long to get to the house (I mean, this mad delivery guy was banging on the door for a good twenty-five minutes, no lie). All in all, I ended up okay....although I did have to explain to the cops I'm homeschooled bc they were wondering why in the world I wasn't in school,LOL. But they were REALLY nice. So yeah. Anyway, that's what made my day VERY interesting. This is long. Srry. Later,
sweetggirl

Emo/Punk

Okay, so I have a TON of flour and frosting on my shirt. Why? Bc today was my oldest bro's 20th b-day. Yeah, I honestly can't believe he's 20. Amazing stuff. But really, it's hillarious bc what I'm wearing right now does NOT match the homebody-flour-type girl look. Okay, so I'm wearing all black. A black see-through jersey sort of dress shirt with a white longsleeve shirt underneath and black jeans with jewels on the back pockets. Oh yeah, and black earrings and my black necklace. And I tried the "smoky-eyed" look.....you know, the black eyeliner with gray eyeshadow. And the flour right in the middle of my shirt. Very emo/punk. All the way,LOL. So yeah. Today was pretty busy. I had a dentist appointment. I thought that maybe my wisdom teeth were starting to grow in. But no, the dentist informed me that my 12-year-old molars might be JUST starting to grow. Yay for me.....the short little late-bloomer. No wonder I look like I'm twelve. I DON'T EVEN HAVE IN MY PERMANENT MOLARS! Other than that, I really don't have much to complain about. Today was an awesome day. And so was yesterday. I went to a party that a girl from my youth group was hosting at her house. It was pretty fun. Anyway, NM else to write about. Later,
sweetggirl