I just saw The Notebook last night - it was (mostly) sooo cute! I love her outfits, and Noah is soOo attractive. I just wish they hadn't ruined it with the inapp. scenes...
Monday, February 9, 2009
The Notebook
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Labels: cute, The Notebook, work is stinky and annoying
Sunday, February 8, 2009
AWWWWWWW! Darn it.
I lost a follower. Was it something I said? Oh well, if ya don't like me, ya don't like me. Can't do anything about it.
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Labels: Blew tons of money, dancing, sad
Friday, February 6, 2009
I am so mad.
The Fray is ticking me off. They're being complete jerks about being pursued by Christian magazines for cover stories. Front man Isaac Slade said that they "said no, and tried to distance themselves from them, but they just kept on coming..." And he thought it would be a good plan to call God an ... never mind. Suffice it to say, this is not something you want to call the boss of the universe. Look, dude, if you're gonna claim to be a Christian, how 'bout not going around maligning the one you worship?
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*yawwwwn*
Stayed up too late last night... I went to Santa Cruz for <3 Thee Makeout Party's gig (in a bar, The Crepe Place). Lots of fun =) I just wish they had played "Pauline"... it's one of my favorite songs of theirs.
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Labels: rose, Santa Cruz, Thee Makeout Party
Sunday, February 1, 2009
STINK! Stink stink stink.
AarRRghHh! The Steelers won! The Cardinals so deserved it. The party was such fun though... Brigitta and I raided the costume closet while we waited for the SB to start. Liise, Gitta, and I all got to wear aprons and bake for the boys and be "domestic" =P We made taquitos & brownies, and we wore our aprons down to the store (can't have brownies without milk =) ). It was so thrilling when the Cardinals got that touchdown at 2 1/2 minutes to go, but I wish they had made it last just a little longer. The Steelers are so awful and violent! "Hey, I'm gonna punch you in the face (helmet, actually) for no reason at all, except that I'm stupid and care nothing for the penalty that I'm obviously going to get."
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Labels: domestic, party, Super Bowl