10.22.2004

you're everywhere to me

and when i close my eyes i see
you everything that makes me believe
im not alone

tonight there was a football gaaaameeee!

JV played away against Amesbury's JV team and kicked their BUTTT's, and then V Amesbury team came to play us at home and they kicked our buttt's. oh well. JV is like.. wicked good. i dont care what everyone says. cuz.. they're lying. i definetally think that there should be cheerleaders for the JV games. yeah, most definetally.

ummmm.. yeah. im honestly considering going out for the cheering squad next year. i dont care what people say, they can just shut up about all the crap they talk about. i want to see them try and do better. i mean sure if they're cheers were louder and more.. upbeat then it'd be a plus, but hey at least they're trying. i'm up there on the stands screaming their cheers. heck, i think im gonna try out. i just dont want to be talked about behind my back. screw those people that are so stupid and retarted to go and do that. plus the cheerleaders go to like.. state and county competitions, and its a lot of work. do you know how often they practice? and it shows that they are flexible, and persistent and coordinated. i mean... come on people. show some fucking credit.

i dont mean to swear but i dont know how else to get my point across.. ya know? you ever feel so strongly about something that you just.. you dont even know where to begin when you try to explain it to other people. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

i wanna scream. just .. scream at the top of my lungs. i dont want anyone to hear me though. its not one of those screams for attention. its one of those screams to like.. release your anger, and get rid of all teh stres of everything.

oh yeahhhhh for my dance studio, i got a sweatshirt! its like.. white/grey.. you know.. one of those. and it has a zip up the front, and on the left sleeve it says my name.. "Rachel" and i wicked should have gotten "Miss Rachel" cuz thats what they call me there. but only now, when i saw it, did i just realize that. and on the back it says "Northshore Preforming Arts Center: and it has the picture logo. its pretty coooool.. i wish i had gotten it in black though. i didnt know we could get it in black, i found out AFTER i had ordered the white/grey one. i believe we order them from JUngle Outlet downtown. i looooove that place. i want everything there... just... EVERYthing. Kayla's mom works there.. the lucky duck.

u,mmmm yeah, i gave Kayla her birthday present. a picutre. of a retarted dog. a chuiwawa. i cant spell for beans. i wouldnt spell for beans anyway. i don oif she liked it. but i found it while i was cleaning out my drawrs in my umm.. well im not even going to try to attem,pt to spell it, but the place where you fold you clothes and then you put them in the drawers. yeah, that thing. that word is wicked retarted. i think its french. it starts with a B and has like.. every single ovwel in it or something. what the heck?

ok and yeah, im gonan go to sleep. cuz my neck hurts from holding my head up all day. and i know that sounds wicked weird, but, it does. it must be because i have so much stuff in my head cuz im so wickedly smart, and i learned a lot today, so its just.. weighing me down. yeah, thats it.

and by the way, i wicked missed ms.be lowell. cuz shes in maine (so i heared) with youth group ( i know that for sure). i know shes only there for like.. tonight, but shes ALWAYS at the gamess.... playing her lovely flute! and i buy her a water and a twisler and she wasnt there so it fellt.. sooo weird. shes a big piece in the puzzle of my life. she'll be back tomorrow though. *smile*

tomorrow i think im going with be, mark, bret, tina, and reaney to bradley palmer state park cuz its SOOO beautiful there, and we'll just like.. hang out. i guess. but i cant finalize our plans cuz ms be isnt even HERE. goodness me.

ok yep, my head is definetally falling off my shoulders... *plunk* there it goes. on my carpet floor. shoot.

love you, so much.



i'm gonna go scream now. scream at my head thats lying on the floor next to me.

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