memphisLondon/Hamilton, Canada30 days till my birthday.
demons are a girl's best friend...
i'm Rachelle and i am a perfectly normal human worm baby.
...but you can call me soup.
i'm a 5 year-old stuck in a 21 year-old sack of meat.
i get great pleasure from making people lose the game. fiercely proud canadian (and Acadian).
not tall.
i have trouble staying in one place for a long time.
from hamilton & currently living in London.
other towns i have lived in: Chicoutimi, Oshawa
former journalism student. i'm doing a multimedia program right now.
my drug of choice is caffeine & i'm pretty sure without it my head would cave in.
i don't believe in god and i distrust religion.
i'm the black sheep of my family.
i am physically incapable of just shutting up and taking a compliment.
i'm fairly certain i've completely lost my mind, but i really don't care anymore. i'm: stubborn; chatty; a stoic; impulsive; single; brutally honest; generally cynical; a villain; easily frustrated; a bitch; ambidextrous; strange; not scary (i swear).
obsessed with: zombies, cheesy horror movies, the '40s and '50s, music (especially rockabilly & psychobilly), my wii, numbers, hot rods, shoes, researching everything, photography & design.
i have an undying love for cartoons (especially Harvey Birdman, ATHF, & invader zim)
luckiest person alive, in an unlucky sort of way.
totally bored with my life
"There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty puss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others."
i see zombies on the dancefloor: 2/09@18:30: (non-iam) (Zombieville)
2/09@18:28: Jimmyxxx (Revere) via main page
2/09@17:38: darwin (Rockville)
2/09@16:33: blackdeath (New Orleans) via main page
2/09@14:59: danai*5 (Athens)
2/09@14:29: LoveSick*5 (Cambridge) via main page
2/09@13:54: nobodyimportant (Indianapolis) via main page
2/09@13:31: yngv (London)
2/09@13:30: bodom_skater (Vyborg) via main page
2/09@13:25: bravemoded (Zombieville) via main page
2/09@13:25: spyrlshape (Astoria) via main page
2/08@19:34: bymee (Mulhouse) via main page
2/08@2:57: mink (Victoria)
2/06@7:17: BritBang (Wollubar Dam) via main page
Buddies
RICE; twin
NOT allergic to candy.
Fatty Magoo
mae!
love her hair!
great guy, especially for a good conversation
must teach me to ride a unicycle
toronto Zombie walk 2009 courtney, agata, and myself
2010/02/09 12:29 still recovering from this illness (whatever it is).
all i know is it's contagious because scotty finally caught it. he is now at the "my-headache-is-so-bad-my-head-is-going-to-cave-in" stage.
yesterday my lips were super chapped (to the point where no chapsticks would work) so i started looking up recipes for lip balm.
Since i have Tuesdays off i made up a couple batches of balm (for my own use and to possibly sell) & it turned out really well.
i made 2 different batches:
brown sugar scrub (to get the dead skin off your lips)
grape with a bit of pink mica for a pinkish hue
pictures will follow when they've completely cooled.
2010/02/05 10:55 back to the doctors today.
i just want to feel healthy again.
2010/02/04 15:00 day 3 of feeling like ass...
i can kinda keep solids down now & my fever is gone, but i have no energy & that tingly feeling is kinda back in my cheek (it's not a stroke or aneurism according to ER so what the fuck is causing this?!)
i found out today that my family finally had to put my grandpa in a home...about 4-5 months after my dad and i suggested they either do that or have some kind of nurse-type person live there. the police found him wandering around his town really disoriented (it took him 3 hours to find my great aunt's house which is 10 minutes away last month...this was a good sign that he needed help). thank goodness someone found him before something bad happened, especially because he lives in a pretty small town where there aren't a lot of police around. as sad as i am that he's in a home i'm happy that he's in a place that's more safe for him.
...the thing that pisses me off isn't that my mum & aunt waited to do this, but that this is about the 5th time that my parents have left me in the dark about serious health issues involving my grandparents recently.
they never told me my memere had breast cancer (i overheard it on the phone), they took 3 months to tell me my pepere had intestinal cancer, and 2 more months after it moved to his liver. they told me papa had a stroke like a month after it happened, and they didn't tell me my grammy had cancer until after she died. for someone who's as close to her family as i am, this is a huge piss-off.
...and it's not like i never talk to my parents; my mom e-mails me like 4-5 times a week.
