<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716</id><updated>2011-08-31T13:05:15.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of An Hour</title><subtitle type='html'>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-114653072114226375</id><published>2006-05-01T21:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:45:21.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching The Future</title><summary type='text'>I don't wear power suits,make speeches,or drive a fancy sports car.I've never talked on a car phone,made a big sale,or been elected to the Senate.I don't "do lunch",have a big impressive office or carry a beeper.I spend my days wiping away tears,giving hugs,and serving chicken nuggets.A good day is when I go through a whole daywithout a temper tantrum, bite markor a toilet training accident.My "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/114653072114226375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=114653072114226375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/114653072114226375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/114653072114226375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2006/05/touching-future.html' title='Touching The Future'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-114366767709810668</id><published>2006-03-29T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:05:03.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Countdown is on!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/114366767709810668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=114366767709810668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/114366767709810668'/><link 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leave your very specialest of days in her hands it will be destroyed.Now, Jeremy and I were engaged in Aug, and I got right to work on booking all my stuff for my wedding because most dates were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/113813627566248570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=113813627566248570&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/113813627566248570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/113813627566248570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2006/01/word-to-wise.html' title='Word To the Wise'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-113501938655285793</id><published>2005-12-19T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T15:09:46.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole I stole your survey!</title><summary type='text'>1. What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before? Lived on my own.2. Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?I didn't make any, but I think I might try and make soem this year.3. Did anyone close to you give birth?Yes, Jer and I's Friends David and Candice had their Girl Elisabeth in Aug ( Our Goddaughter!!)4. Did anyone close to you die?No5. What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/113501938655285793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=113501938655285793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/113501938655285793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/113501938655285793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/12/nicole-i-stole-your-survey.html' title='Nicole I stole your survey!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-113397512791155431</id><published>2005-12-07T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:08:54.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I actually haven't really given anyone an update on whats been going on lately.Lets see. This semester is almost over. I'm in the middle of finals as we speak. I'm pretty sure I will do well.I only have a small amount of courses left for my degree so its looking like I'll be done at UPEI pretty soon, sooner than I thought actually. Depending on how lucky I am, and if the courses I need are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/113397512791155431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=113397512791155431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/113397512791155431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/113397512791155431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-i-actually-havent-really-given.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-113146949724256498</id><published>2005-11-08T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:10:32.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I am ashamed to call myself part of the human race.</title><summary type='text'>Do you know what is going on in the world???In Japan there are booths on the side of the street that people can stop, put money in and breathe clean air. They are called oxygen bars.They are cutting down thousands and thousands of trees dailey.Trees give us fresh air to breathe.In about ten years gas and oil will be a thing of the past.The world is running oout of clean water to drink.Scientists </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/113146949724256498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=113146949724256498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/113146949724256498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/113146949724256498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-i-am-ashamed-to-call-myself.html' title='Sometimes I am ashamed to call myself part of the human race.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-112542809775586136</id><published>2005-08-30T15:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T13:51:33.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><summary type='text'>So wow, I haven't written in a while and there is so much news it feels kinda funny reporting it, or trying to at least.So here I go....I'm getting MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Yeah, take that in a moment........ . .. . .. . .. . .Ok, so now I'll repeat it!I'M GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I'm so excited I can hardly breathe sometimes.little ol Rachel Kelly is going to be Rachel Kitson</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/112542809775586136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=112542809775586136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/112542809775586136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/112542809775586136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/08/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-111867772035900817</id><published>2005-06-13T12:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:12:30.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to touch the earthi want to break it in my handsi want to grow something wild and unrulyI want to sleep on the hard groundIn the comfort of your armsOn a pillow of blue bonnetsIn a blanket made of starsOh it sounds good to meCowboy take me awayFly this girl as high as you canInto the wild blueSet me free oh I prayCloser to heaven above andCloser to you closer to youI want to walk and not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/111867772035900817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=111867772035900817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111867772035900817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111867772035900817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-want-to-touch-earth-i-want-to-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-111308015795894164</id><published>2005-04-09T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T17:55:57.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture is worth a Thousand Words!</title><summary type='text'>And it so is! So I'll be posting a lot more pictures now that I've found out how to do it!!!Here are some pics of the new addittion to our family!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/111308015795894164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=111308015795894164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111308015795894164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111308015795894164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/04/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture is worth a Thousand Words!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-111308002731486295</id><published>2005-04-09T17:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T17:53:47.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trying to sleep! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/111308002731486295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=111308002731486295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111308002731486295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111308002731486295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/04/trying-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-111307992453436846</id><published>2005-04-09T17:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T17:52:04.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't He Cute? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/111307992453436846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=111307992453436846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111307992453436846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111307992453436846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/04/isnt-he-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-111307952618853987</id><published>2005-04-09T17:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T17:45:26.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my new kitty Milo!!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/111307952618853987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=111307952618853987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111307952618853987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111307952618853987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-new-kitty-milo.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-111057895787778688</id><published>2005-03-11T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T18:09:17.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two roads</title><summary type='text'>So I guess its time to tell all of you my newsI'm moving out in two weeks!!!!!!jer and I got a place at Maypoint apartments, moving day is n the 25th!!!!!YAY!!!Can you believe it? I feel like I'm all grown up. I'm so excited and so sad at the same ime, its confusing. I'm so excited because its going to be soo awesome to have Jer all to myself the times we don't have Damien, and to have my own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/111057895787778688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=111057895787778688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111057895787778688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/111057895787778688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/03/two-roads.html' title='Two roads'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-110962101665431549</id><published>2005-02-28T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:07:47.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration is a wonderful thing</title><summary type='text'>So I used to post poetry on my log a while ago, and I was inspired by a poem in Lit class today to start doing that again.I think from now on I may try to post a poem on at least every second post. There are so many poems I like so I think I will share them with you.The Afterlife of Treesfor Don MacKayNeither sheep nor crows crisscross our lives as much.Trees dangle apples and and nuts for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/110962101665431549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=110962101665431549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110962101665431549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110962101665431549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/02/inspiration-is-wonderful-thing.html' title='Inspiration is a wonderful thing'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-110920241919912640</id><published>2005-02-23T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T19:46:59.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything clicks into place</title><summary type='text'>So, know what it feels like wen you've met the one?!Most of you probly don't (not to rub it in or anything..) but it feels INCREDIBLE!!!!I am finlly with the man of my dreams, the one I was meant for and who was meant for me!I love him so much it hurts!!!You'll know when you have the moment, the moment where he does something or says something and you just know! It clicks and everything is right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/110920241919912640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=110920241919912640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110920241919912640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110920241919912640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-everything-clicks-into-place.html' title='When everything clicks into place'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-110676721475409926</id><published>2005-01-26T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T15:20:14.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Low Down</title><summary type='text'>So whats on for this weekend?Man I've gotten boring in my old age. Ha, I used to be all about the partying and going out. I suppose I've kinda lost a lot of interest in that. Not all, I still love to go out once in a wile, or have a good party now and then, but its not non stop like it used to be.So lets see, The man and I are doing the movie renting thing tonight Tomorrow is probly the movie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/110676721475409926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=110676721475409926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110676721475409926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110676721475409926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/01/low-down.html' title='The Low Down'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-110564407512253092</id><published>2005-01-13T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:13:36.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow and then Pow</title><summary type='text'>So i had the most amazing weekend ever! Jer and i went to Moncton and stayed at his friend Ryan's place.we got there on Sat and went to Boston pizza for supper which was ok I suppose, didn't live up to the hype I've heard because I think it tasted pretty much the exact same as pizza hut and my bill came to like 23 bucks!!!!! holy fuck I almost shit my pants. I know, I'm cheap...The a quick stop</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/110564407512253092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=110564407512253092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110564407512253092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110564407512253092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/01/wow-and-then-pow.html' title='Wow and then Pow'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-110503475645997521</id><published>2005-01-06T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T14:50:37.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!!!</title><summary type='text'>So Its my birthday!Another year older, another year wiser. 21The girls and I went out and partied it up last night, no boys allowed! Its was the best time!! :)I feel really good about where I am right now. I have a good life, and absolutely nothing to complain about. I have a family and an awesome boyfriend who all love the hell out of me.As well as a special little boy that I love to death </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/110503475645997521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=110503475645997521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110503475645997521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110503475645997521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-110487993833157777</id><published>2005-01-04T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:14:53.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Ghosts.</title><summary type='text'>They walk around the halls of my memory and haunt me in my dreams and thoughts.They are ghosts of the people I have loved and that I miss and haven't talked to in years and months.They are people I laughed and cried with and that shared special moments with me.I miss those people.sometimes I think they all may be a figment of my imagination, a person here or there that I just made up. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/110487993833157777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=110487993833157777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110487993833157777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110487993833157777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-have-ghosts.html' title='I Have Ghosts.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-110187313731756492</id><published>2004-11-30T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:52:17.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is goood.</title><summary type='text'>Isn't it funny?I love the little games and tricks that life plays on you.You search for something your whole life and it turns out its been right under your nose the entire time.I finally find the perfect (for me) guy and looks like I've known him since elementry school!He's the coolest guy ever and hes such a sweetheart. He's a hard worker and an awesome boyfriend and a great father. He has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/110187313731756492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=110187313731756492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110187313731756492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/110187313731756492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-is-goood.html' title='Life is goood.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-109614693908143241</id><published>2004-09-25T17:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T18:23:30.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><summary type='text'>HelloI haven't actually written an informative post in quite a while, ao I was thinking it was time for an update.Hmmm, whats new in my life.My freakin phone finally arrived from ebay!!!I totally thought I was scammed and I wasn't getting it, and just when I gave up it came!! and its awesome, I love it so much, its not brand new but it looks it, and i have three faceplates for it and i bought</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/109614693908143241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=109614693908143241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109614693908143241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109614693908143241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/09/good-times.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-109432670981285792</id><published>2004-09-04T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T17:36:36.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS</title><summary type='text'>Hey AllSo I read my favorite book over. I've decided instead of letting you all go and find the book to read it, which I know no one will do, I'm going to write some of it out here. So you can all see what an amazing read it is. Then hopefully you will go read the book in full.Read IT!! If i have the patience to type it all out, you've got to ave the patience to read it. Its looks long, but its</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/109432670981285792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=109432670981285792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109432670981285792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109432670981285792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/09/read-this.html' title='READ THIS'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-109311959760840769</id><published>2004-08-21T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T17:42:32.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So its weird.Because I have been so happy lately, and I am so happy now, I would almost say blissfully happy.I have had more fun in the last month than I've ever had. Seen more of my friends than I've ever seen. I've been everywhere, Myrons, St James gate, although I really didn't like it there, and I've finally gotten to Velvet Underground, where I must admit I had a lot of fun, but I still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/109311959760840769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=109311959760840769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109311959760840769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109311959760840769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-its-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-109166059049520523</id><published>2004-08-04T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T20:03:10.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nicole had her baby yesterday!!!!!!A Boy, 8lbs, 11 ounces!At 8:35 in the morning i'm thinking?!YAAAAAAAAAAYYY!!!!!!!I went to visit them, the baby is simply gorgeous!!! He has a full head of dark hair!He looks just like his mommy!Congratulations Nicole and Jamie!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/109166059049520523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=109166059049520523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109166059049520523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109166059049520523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/08/nicole-had-her-baby-yesterday-boy-8lbs.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-109124220943170076</id><published>2004-07-30T23:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T23:50:09.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dirty fucking lying cheating stupid self centered loser scumbag pigI am so glad I am finally rid of you.You are a chapter in my book that is over and done with, turn the page and never look back. A chapter I didn't like and that i regret but wouldn't trade, or change, because I learnt a very valuable lesson. One I will never forget.I could ramble on about how I hate you and want you to hurt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/109124220943170076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=109124220943170076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109124220943170076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109124220943170076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/07/dirty-fucking-lying-cheating-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-109061798987372330</id><published>2004-07-23T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:16:17.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vindicated</title><summary type='text'>Hope dangles on a stringLike slow spinning redemptionWinding in and winding outThe shine of it has caught my eyeAnd roped me inSo mesmerizing, so hypnotizingI am captivatedI am VindicatedI am selfishI am wrongI am rightI swear I'm rightI swear I knew it all alongAnd I am flawedBut I am cleaning up so wellI am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourselfSo clearLike </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/109061798987372330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=109061798987372330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109061798987372330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/109061798987372330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/07/vindicated.html' title='Vindicated'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-108898122853214550</id><published>2004-07-04T19:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T19:47:08.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The girl is gone.The naive, idealistic, romantic girl who believed in true love, and fairy tales, and happy endings.It was a harsh wake up call, a rude awakening.I've lost a giant piece of myself. The piece that trusted and loved wholeheartedly, and believed in second and third and forth chances. I don't know if I'll ever get that back again.It left a giant hole in its wake, and I hope that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/108898122853214550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=108898122853214550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108898122853214550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108898122853214550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/07/girl-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-108880540194058737</id><published>2004-07-02T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T18:56:41.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't breathei'm choking on the sobswhy can't i breathe???the pain is unbearable and it takes my breathe away, it squeezes at my chest. it feels like i'm drowning. i can feel it all over and yet i can't figure out where its coming from. my heart? my soul? where does that kind of pain come from?my soul is mad at my heart because it keeps on beating. how can it continue when its been torn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/108880540194058737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=108880540194058737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108880540194058737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108880540194058737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-cant-breathe-im-choking-on-sobs-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-108664670137821938</id><published>2004-06-07T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T19:18:21.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuck Between a Rock and A Hard PlaceI totally suck right now. I feel like shit, like a horrible person. I don't know why. I've lost my sunshine. I don't feel like the person I felt like before, I've lost her, the smiling happy laughing girl, shes gone, and I have no idea where she went. I look in the mirror and I try to find her and shes hides from me. I feel sad now that shes gone, Maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/108664670137821938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=108664670137821938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108664670137821938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108664670137821938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/06/stuck-between-rock-and-hard-place-i_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-108387919007143500</id><published>2004-05-06T18:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T18:39:28.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whats up guys?!Ha, i have no idea if anyone still reads this, due to the lack of comments.Oh wellI'm writing anywaysI got my marks back from school, and I did well :Dthe only mark i wasn't pleased with was the 73 i made in Sociology, but the 80 in English Lit and the 90 in Psych of Religion were much more satisfying!!Hmmmwaht else is new? I only work two days a week now, and no more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/108387919007143500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=108387919007143500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108387919007143500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108387919007143500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/05/whats-up-guys-ha-i-have-no-idea-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-108338010941329742</id><published>2004-04-30T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T00:01:38.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to go Somewhere.Somewhere untainted.Somewhere where I can see the stars.And the only things that scar the night skyAre the fingers of the trees,And the wisps of cloud that creep across the face of the moon.Somewhere away from the sounds of the cars,and the horns, and the sirens.Where I can hear the crickets chirpand the wind whisper past my ear.And some place Where the smells</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/108338010941329742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=108338010941329742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108338010941329742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108338010941329742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-want-to-go-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-108204669604178966</id><published>2004-04-15T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T13:36:35.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy sonnet 7At the round earth's imagined corners, blowYour trumpets, angels; and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberless infinitiesOf souls, and to your scattered bodies go:All whom the flood did, and fire shall, o'erthrow,All whom war, death, age, agues, tyrannies,Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you whose eyesShall behold God, and never taste death's woe.But let them sleep, Lord, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/108204669604178966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=108204669604178966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108204669604178966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108204669604178966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/04/holy-sonnet-7-at-round-earths-imagined.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-108189841220109310</id><published>2004-04-13T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T20:24:01.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/108189841220109310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=108189841220109310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108189841220109310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108189841220109310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-108164428114919189</id><published>2004-04-10T21:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T21:50:38.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your True Nature by llScorpiusllUsernameThe quality that most appeals to you:LoyaltyIn a survival situation, you:Run like hellYour hidden talent is:CourageYour gift is:Vast knowledgeIn groups, you:Are the center of attentionYour best quality is:Your inclusivenessYour weakness is:Your lazinessCreated with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!wow, thats kinda cool. accurate.... definately the laziness thing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/108164428114919189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=108164428114919189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108164428114919189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108164428114919189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/04/your-true-nature-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-108145146344125874</id><published>2004-04-08T16:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T16:14:46.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Cow guys, I'm sorry!!!!I have been otherwise occupied.... !!JEFF CAME HOME ON SAT!!!!!!wow, if anyone that reads this has ever experianced PURE BLISS then you would know how I feel.Awesome awesome awesome!!!!The only day since Sat that I haven't seen him was Monday and did I ever miss him!and I know, this is so not like me, but I just cannot help it.  he's the best guy ever.Jeff aka "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/108145146344125874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=108145146344125874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108145146344125874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108145146344125874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/04/holy-cow-guys-im-sorry-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-108018152104641072</id><published>2004-03-24T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:28:44.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is one of my favorite poems. It comes from a book that I have a poem published in as well. The auther is an unknown, no one special like Frost, or Kipling. But the poem touched me when I was younger and I fell in love with it, and I love it still.Standing ThereThe little boy just stood there,A  teardrop in his eye,Didn't notice people watchingOr stare as they walked byWith the sadness</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/108018152104641072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=108018152104641072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108018152104641072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108018152104641072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/03/this-is-one-of-my-favorite-poems.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-108001233386326512</id><published>2004-03-22T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T23:28:54.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so in love. I've never felt this way before. I've never gotten along with a guy so well. Had so much stuff to talk about. Or had so much fun on a phone conversation.Jeff called me twice yesterday. The first chat was a short one and when he called back I felt like the most special gal in the whole world. We talked for three hours.This guy is incredable, he makes me smile and blush at his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/108001233386326512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=108001233386326512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108001233386326512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/108001233386326512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-am-so-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107966198000395755</id><published>2004-03-18T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:13:25.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was in one of my readings for my Psychology of Religion course. I loved it so I thought I would share.This Famous speech was given by Chief Seattle, after whom the city of Seattle is named around 1855:The president in Washington sends word that e wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky, the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the presence of the air and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107966198000395755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107966198000395755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107966198000395755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107966198000395755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/03/this-was-in-one-of-my-readings-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107931561261841679</id><published>2004-03-14T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T21:56:42.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And my relationship is back on track!! and I couldn't be more happy:D jeff called me again on Thursday and we talked and had so much fun in the one convo that I just can't wait til he comes home. Our relationship is going to be one of such fun! We have such good times together and we can tease and talk to each other so easily. He'll be home in two weeks!!! thats only FOURTEEN DAYS !!!!!!  14!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107931561261841679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107931561261841679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107931561261841679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107931561261841679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/03/and-my-relationship-is-back-on-track.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107880039735322827</id><published>2004-03-08T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T22:56:30.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The MIA boyfriend returns!!!!!YAY!!!!Jeff called me last night so all is well and good.I will Never doubt him again!!He said the sweetest, cutest, awesomist, BEST  things to me last night that put my heart and head at ease and I will never freak out about him again!!!!I'm not gonna tell you what things he said cause they're mine, and they're special,  and I'm not sharing!!anywaysHAPPIEST </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107880039735322827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107880039735322827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107880039735322827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107880039735322827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/03/mia-boyfriend-returns-yay-jeff-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107869852424285572</id><published>2004-03-07T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T18:32:49.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My inner child is one year old!Everything is new to me. I like watching the worldgo by around me, and I don't sweat the smallstuff--or the large stuff, either. Just so longas I stay warm and safe and dry, life's prettygood. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by QuizillaHahahahahahahago figure...!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107869852424285572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107869852424285572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107869852424285572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107869852424285572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-inner-child-is-one-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107810936317282208</id><published>2004-02-29T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:58:25.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So its been three weeks since I've talked to Jeff, my boyfriend. "boyfriend"?Why do I feel like i don't have a boyfriend???i suppose its because i haven't seen him in four months, been held, or touched, or kissed in four months.but i can handle that.What i can't handle is going three weeks without talking to him.It'll be a month next sunday.Why hasn't he called me?I feel so angry/ worried</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107810936317282208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107810936317282208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107810936317282208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107810936317282208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-its-been-three-weeks-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107722634140041357</id><published>2004-02-19T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T17:34:59.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sooooo fucking bored, I hate snow storms.uggghhhhI'm cranky today too, theres nothing to do, and nothing to eat in my house!! tonight is supposed to be grocery night but yeah right in this storm!! I guess we'll just have to starve.boooobeing bored sucks....I want Jeff to call, I miss him :&lt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107722634140041357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107722634140041357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107722634140041357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107722634140041357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-am-sooooo-fucking-bored-i-hate-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107714224002095013</id><published>2004-02-18T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:14:41.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ugh, I feel the Need to be childish and immautre right now and just let loose and cry. I need to cry, i feel like crying.....OMG i am so mad right now. I fucking hate money and apartments and storms so fucking much. I just want to e 20 years old and free to do whatever i want. I want to go where i want and do what i want when i want to do it.i was looking SO forward to this halifax trip this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107714224002095013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107714224002095013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107714224002095013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107714224002095013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/02/ugh-i-feel-need-to-be-childish-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107661917841394799</id><published>2004-02-12T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T16:55:27.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Superhero Persona by couplandesqueYour NameSuperhero NameEmo KidSuper PowerX-Ray VisionEnemyMartha StewartMode Of TransportationScooterWeaponCeline Dion AlbumsCreated with quill18's MemeGen 2.0!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107661917841394799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107661917841394799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107661917841394799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107661917841394799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/02/your-superhero-persona-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107600147925052094</id><published>2004-02-05T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T13:20:18.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came this close /------/  to breaking my finger yesterday. The ring finger on my left hand. So I apologize if my typing sucks. Let me tell you it hurts like fuck.Dodgeball is a very dangerous sport. I was playing with the kids at work, and caught the ball wrong. The pain was beyond words, I almost threw up. I wanted to cry so bad but i couldn't in front of the kids. My finger started swelling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107600147925052094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107600147925052094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107600147925052094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107600147925052094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-came-this-close-to-breaking-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107568966738345893</id><published>2004-02-01T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T22:49:25.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't wait for what April will bring.I can't wait to have a real, live realtionship. I know it sounds kinda stupid at the age of twenty but I've never really had one. knowing another person and loving them.I can't wait to hold his hand, and kiss him, and smile and laugh together. To go on trips with him, and go out together. I can't wait for him to hold me in his arms and to actually look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107568966738345893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107568966738345893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107568966738345893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107568966738345893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-cant-wait-for-what-april-will-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107550318566148473</id><published>2004-01-30T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T18:55:16.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow...I just finished reading something, and my head is just spinning.  I think I've just lost complete trust in someone who I saw as a close friend.  ....I don't even know what to thinkWe'll see how it works out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107550318566148473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107550318566148473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107550318566148473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107550318566148473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107541155066779981</id><published>2004-01-29T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T17:30:32.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference,"You know, if someone had told me a year ago today that I would be right where I am now, I would never have believed them.Last year at this point in time, i was on anti depressants. I had lost all of my close friends. I had no one who loved me, save my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107541155066779981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107541155066779981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107541155066779981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107541155066779981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/01/god-grant-me-serenity-to-accept-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107479525809774468</id><published>2004-01-22T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T14:16:19.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what happens when you're left behind?when your friends are all moving on, growing up, getting older. And you're still stuck in time, on the side of the road, watching them all speed by, with their fiances, and pregnancies, and lives.What if thats not wahat you want?What do you do when its time to grow up, but you're just not ready? when the winds of life are trying so hard to blow you into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107479525809774468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107479525809774468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107479525809774468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107479525809774468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-happens-when-youre-left-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107463774193631019</id><published>2004-01-20T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:31:43.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so lucky.I have the best guy in the world. I'm serious. Hes so special. He makes me smile, and fills me with happiness. He makes my week by simply saying hello.He smiles and my world turns, he laughs and my heart grows even more in love with him.I have the best friends in the world too. I love them all. None of them are perfect, neither am I. I don't expect them to be. Sometimes its their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107463774193631019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107463774193631019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107463774193631019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107463774193631019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/01/im-so-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107422417416570426</id><published>2004-01-15T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T23:38:06.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God i feel good. I feel like me. I am so happy.  At peace with the world I suppose you could say. Its  just one of those day when you feel like you have good friends, and an awesome family, and life is Damn Good!I feel pretty and smart and sucessful today.On another note, I lOVE babies!!!!!I went to see my friend today who had a baby in nov, and I got to hold her for so long, and it felt so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107422417416570426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107422417416570426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107422417416570426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107422417416570426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/01/god-i-feel-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107405079453048870</id><published>2004-01-13T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T23:28:24.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107405079453048870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107405079453048870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107405079453048870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107405079453048870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107404967215620192</id><published>2004-01-13T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T23:09:41.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107404967215620192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107404967215620192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107404967215620192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107404967215620192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107404951108491690</id><published>2004-01-13T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T23:12:56.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack.</title><summary type='text'>I'm baaaack!I just couldn't stay away. I was bored today so I just figured I would go back and read past posts, and I grew homesick!!!!Me and this page just have way too much history.so I've decided to move back. About the templates, I just found some new ones.for all of you aching for a new skin, this age is awesome!  www.blogskins.comby the way reading all my old pasts was so funny!I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107404951108491690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107404951108491690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107404951108491690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107404951108491690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2004/01/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107178561479934610</id><published>2003-12-18T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:14:49.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye</title><summary type='text'>so, I've been informed to switch to tblog and so I have!WAYYYY BETTER!!!!!so my new adress is rachelgirl.tblog.comnot too complicated.So y'all can visit me there!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107178561479934610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107178561479934610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107178561479934610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107178561479934610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/12/bye-bye.html' title='bye bye'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107163160196460282</id><published>2003-12-16T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T23:27:54.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah, yeah. So I got bored and decided that I would change my template because I usually do that when I'm bored, and there are none!!!! theres like five and they all suck. BOOOOOOO Blogger.While I'm on the subject of things sucking. The new hotmail sucks!!!! Who came up with that?! yikes, bad idea whoever you are, it totally totally blows.  Why did they mess with a good thing. how annoyingand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107163160196460282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107163160196460282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107163160196460282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107163160196460282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/12/ah-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107085343427414098</id><published>2003-12-07T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T23:28:35.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When in doubt....</title><summary type='text'>COPPER! Yes, that's your Soul Fire color. Having acopper soul fire means you love the outdoorsand animals. You have many pets and take careof ones you find hurt. You are very protectiveof your little friends. This also means you canbe hard to reach by humans and don't trustpeople as much as you should.What color is your Soul Fire? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107085343427414098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107085343427414098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107085343427414098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107085343427414098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/12/when-in-doubt.html' title='When in doubt....'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107076937314442166</id><published>2003-12-06T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T23:57:12.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think I've ever been so depressed as I am right at this moment.</title><summary type='text'>I really feel like my karma has run out, I don't even really know what karma is. But whatever it is, its gone, along with my smiles and my happiness..I finally found a guy who loves me, and who I love, and he is gone. i'm still fucking alone, like I've always been.I don't even have any fucking friends. Or it doesn't feel like it.I have always had a close friend, a best friend. I'm the kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107076937314442166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107076937314442166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107076937314442166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107076937314442166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-dont-think-ive-ever-been-so.html' title='I don&apos;t think I&apos;ve ever been so depressed as I am right at this moment.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-107042623525569698</id><published>2003-12-03T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T00:39:48.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How one person may save the world</title><summary type='text'>             Once upon a time tropical rainforests covered more than 14 percent of the Earth’s land area. The world’s oceans and seas were clear and clean, and full of life. There was plenty of land, and it was green and was covered with plants and animals of all different shapes, colours and sizes. The ozone layer was intact, and it protected all of earth’s life from the sun effectively. The air</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/107042623525569698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=107042623525569698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107042623525569698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/107042623525569698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/12/how-one-person-may-save-world.html' title='How one person may save the world'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106980271203523815</id><published>2003-11-25T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T19:25:56.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so sore and tired and lonely and sad and pissed off, and cranky and lonely right now i just wanna die....i want someone to hold me and love me and just let me cry. I want to curl up in the darkness and stay there for a long time.fuck it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106980271203523815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106980271203523815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106980271203523815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106980271203523815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/11/im-so-sore-and-tired-and-lonely-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106946939049855051</id><published>2003-11-21T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T22:55:35.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Know what I've decided?? This school and two jobs thing is harder than I expected. When i always had loads of free time I was so bored and thought I could fill it up with more work. But now that I have more work, I have NO free time!!! and no free time makes Rachel a very tired, and very sore girl. but now I'm hooked on the two pay checks and refuse to give it up. Oh well, I suppose if i keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106946939049855051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106946939049855051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106946939049855051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106946939049855051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/11/know-what-ive-decided-this-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106945237907210106</id><published>2003-11-21T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T18:06:57.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So little Time</title><summary type='text'>Haha, what would i do without my faithful readers to push me to update??Except I really have nothing to update....I worked form 2 til 5 3o at Crc, and now I have to be at Geteway to work at 630, il 10 30. so I don't have much time to write, but I might as well.One of my best friends birthday is tomorrow. i can't tell ya how old she is gonna be but it involves a 3 and a 1.....Semi foraml next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106945237907210106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106945237907210106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106945237907210106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106945237907210106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-little-time.html' title='So little Time'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106869624895917239</id><published>2003-11-13T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T00:04:36.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity</title><summary type='text'>Let them be as flowers, always watered, fed, guarded, admired, but harnessed to a pot of dirt. I would rather be a tall, ugly weed, Clinging on cliffs, like an eagle Wind-wavering above high, jagged rocks. To have broken through the surface Of stone, To live, to feel exposed to the madness Of the vast, eternal sky. To be swayed by the breezes of an Ancient sea, Carrying my soul, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106869624895917239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106869624895917239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106869624895917239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106869624895917239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/11/identity.html' title='Identity'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106817554222232528</id><published>2003-11-06T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T23:38:33.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And update I shall...</title><summary type='text'>So, not much is new in my life, except I'm EXTREMELY lonely now that Jeff is gone. And believe me, no one knows how ridiculously funny I sound better than I do! We've been seeing each other for less than two weeks, hes only been gone for 6 days and the two of us are going on like crazy people!! You should hear us, its so funny and cute. He's called twice since hes been gone and we've written </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106817554222232528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106817554222232528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106817554222232528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106817554222232528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-update-i-shall.html' title='And update I shall...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106774452426772114</id><published>2003-11-01T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T23:42:16.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months isn't so long...</title><summary type='text'>I'm so lost. I don't know which way is up anymore, or what to do with myself. Fate has found yet another way of giving me a good kick in the box.Its like it showed me a glimpse of pure bliss and then pulled it back out of my hands and laughed in my face. "HA!, its nice, but it will never be for you!" i was finally happy, finally. But now my hapiness is gone. Its moved to Alberta, and it won't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106774452426772114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106774452426772114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106774452426772114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106774452426772114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/11/5-months-isnt-so-long.html' title='5 months isn&apos;t so long...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106747494923113912</id><published>2003-10-29T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T20:49:15.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEHEHE!!!!! I just got a new Weebl and Bob archive link, so everyone go and check out Weebl and Bob! they are the shit!Its at the bottem of my Archives space.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106747494923113912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106747494923113912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106747494923113912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106747494923113912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/hehehe-i-just-got-new-weebl-and-bob.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106737366314132754</id><published>2003-10-28T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T16:45:19.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight from the real world</title><summary type='text'>So, some of my friends have mentioned my new "thing", and I'm sorry I have made it sound like I have a new "thing" but I have to clarify, There is no "thing""Jerry" and I are friends and hes leaving on Sat for Calgary, so thats all we will be.It was just really cool to feel appreciated and cared for. To be trested like a lady was nice for a change. But now,  or on Sat I'll have to come back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106737366314132754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106737366314132754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106737366314132754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106737366314132754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/flight-from-real-world.html' title='Flight from the real world'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106730235308525542</id><published>2003-10-27T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T20:54:51.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can admit when I'm wrong</title><summary type='text'>It always happens. I always lose complete faith in a guy and then he goes and does something, and totally proving me wrong, restores my faith. "Jerry" totally did just that.(Sorry Nicole!) i got a call last night and when i answered it i had no idea who it was. Turns out it was him!!!! What had actually happened Sat night was that the girl that i had thought pulled him into a bedroom, actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106730235308525542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106730235308525542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106730235308525542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106730235308525542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-can-admit-when-im-wrong.html' title='I can admit when I&apos;m wrong'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106720401535056426</id><published>2003-10-26T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T17:38:24.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle Musings</title><summary type='text'>Some guys are such assholes.I was out at Myrons last night, and two guys that I have had tiny crushes on in the past finally came around. Seriously, when it rains, it pours. One of them, I had a crush on last year (lets call him Rick....) , and the other i only met like a month ago( lets call him Jerry...)*real names not mentionedSo "Jerry" has really been nothing but cool, a real nice guy,and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106720401535056426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106720401535056426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106720401535056426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106720401535056426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/idle-musings.html' title='Idle Musings'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106705066523572793</id><published>2003-10-24T23:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T00:00:24.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--84.62 63.33 74.19 61.76--&gt;     ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population.     Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test This is cool, completely accurate, i actually did the real test in university, you have to pay like 50$ to take it, and I got the exact same results. Except when you take the real test you get a huge</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106705066523572793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106705066523572793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106705066523572793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106705066523572793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/enfp-journalist.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106694668638601530</id><published>2003-10-23T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T19:20:40.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry about the last post. i thught about erasing it, but I decided not to.I sat down yesterday and it took me the whole night, I just felt it had to be written. It started as a waste of time.I posted it here because I just wanted everyone to know why i am the way i am, fucked up and all. I know people have been getting sick of my "moods" and so i just needed to get that off my chest.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106694668638601530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106694668638601530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106694668638601530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106694668638601530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/im-sorry-about-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106686753343565586</id><published>2003-10-22T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T19:20:13.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, on a stormy night in January a small girl was born. Her parents were overjoyed that they had had such a gorgeous healthy girl. The girl lived happily, and then on a bright June day another small girl was born into the family. The girl didn't think she could be any happier, but she was, she loved her small sister. The two sister s had a beautiful childhood, they never wanted for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106686753343565586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106686753343565586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106686753343565586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106686753343565586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106679409170464321</id><published>2003-10-22T00:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T00:41:31.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I never thought it would happen to me</title><summary type='text'>When life kicks you and you fall, and while you're down it continues to kick you every time you try to rise, and just when you think you might make it up, and you start to see the sun shining again, it kicks you harder than ever before.My parents kicked me out of my house. I'm not sure when I have to be gone by, but I know for sure it's probly going to be soon.Not because I do drugs, or smoke,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106679409170464321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106679409170464321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106679409170464321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106679409170464321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-never-thought-it-would-happen-to-me.html' title='I never thought it would happen to me'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106659888298302150</id><published>2003-10-19T18:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T18:28:02.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When I'm Bored</title><summary type='text'>I need another pet. I don't know why, but new pets alwasy make me happy. another little animal to love and take care of.I'm getting a bunny, and I'm in love with a little one at Pets Unlimited. It licked my hand when i went in to visit him yesterday. He's all grey and so very cute!!! but unfortunetly he's 40 dalla, and I'm not sure if i will be able to fork over the cash, due to future plans :D </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106659888298302150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106659888298302150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106659888298302150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106659888298302150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/what-happens-when-im-bored.html' title='What Happens When I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106600140486890192</id><published>2003-10-12T20:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:30:04.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mommy I feel sick, and I want to get off the roller coaster now.The anxcious wait and thrill of the ups, the sickning feeling I get with the drop. Its all too much for me now. I've been riding for far too long. The drops were what made the ups that much better, but my stomach, my soul, can't take any more. I want it to be over now, I want to go ride something safer, something calmer and gentler</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106600140486890192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106600140486890192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106600140486890192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106600140486890192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/mommy-i-feel-sick-and-i-want-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106565137893861934</id><published>2003-10-08T19:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T19:16:18.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FunTrivia on thursday night was no ordinary trivia. Little did we know that the night would amount to greatness.It started off bad, jan wasn't with us, there wasn't a table in the house, and we couldn't even get a pitcher cause they were out. So we sat on bar stools ans started our trivia, we made friends with this bunch of guys sitting near us and they gav us some answers and then we seen my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106565137893861934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106565137893861934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106565137893861934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106565137893861934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/fun-trivia-on-thursday-night-was-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106540754233511214</id><published>2003-10-05T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T23:34:51.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://toothpastefordinner.com/092503/fifteen-percent.gif</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106540754233511214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106540754233511214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106540754233511214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106540754233511214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/httptoothpastefordinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106539262532279975</id><published>2003-10-05T19:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T19:31:21.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realized something last night i feel so alone.there was a couple in front of me, and they were so in love. they were so completely wrapped up in each other and it ws amazing.They couldn't keep their hands off each other. They didn't even watch the concert, they kissed and gazed into each others eyes, they held hands and cuddled, and it made me sad.There was another couple in the van in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106539262532279975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106539262532279975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106539262532279975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106539262532279975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-realized-something-last-night-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106504822393729094</id><published>2003-10-01T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T19:43:43.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got my new computer today!!!! It i so very very awesome. Which is why you will see many typos, cause 'm not used to the keyboard.I know i was going to write two poems on my last post but i didn't have time to write it all out, i kept getting interuuupted, so I'm gonna do it now.Whe i have Fears That I may Cease to beJohn KeatsWhen i have fears that i may cease to beBefore my pen hs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106504822393729094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106504822393729094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106504822393729094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106504822393729094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-got-my-new-computer-today-it-i-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106495605769537102</id><published>2003-09-30T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T18:07:37.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, the power of mother nature eh?I've never seen anything like it, so much destruction! For sure someone up there is not too happy with someone down here.I have a new pet. His name is Lucifer, the devil fly, and you guessed it, hes a fly. He lives in my rrom, and although I found him quite annoying before, I've grown to accept his presence. He likes to land on my ear when I sleep at night, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106495605769537102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106495605769537102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106495605769537102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106495605769537102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/09/oh-power-of-mother-nature-eh-ive-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106316071757288115</id><published>2003-09-09T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T23:47:31.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School is fun, I am so happy to be back. My classes are going good, and I think I've finally slipped into the university groove. My first two years I just flip flopped, but now that I have a major declared and I know where I'm going, I seem to enjoy being there more.I missed the concert last night thanks to Jan!!! Jan i hope you're reading this, I am not happy with you!!!! I think you shall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106316071757288115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106316071757288115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106316071757288115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106316071757288115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/09/school-is-fun-i-am-so-happy-to-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106261135761769466</id><published>2003-09-03T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T15:01:39.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>History of a DayAnd then, on the stroke of midnight, the people had theworld to themselves. For a long while, so far as we know, they were very quiet. All through the morning, and allthrough the afternoon, they just wandered around in smallgroups - hunting animals with spears and arrows, shelteringin caves, dressing themselves in skins. At about six o'clockin the evening they began to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106261135761769466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106261135761769466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106261135761769466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106261135761769466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/09/history-of-day-and-then-on-stroke-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106202143827582433</id><published>2003-08-27T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T18:57:18.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, school starts on Wed, or I'm thinking Wed, hopefully not some other day, since I'm going to school on Wed regardless, I just hope everyone else is. I'm excited about school starting again,  I need a change and I wanna meet some new people.  Its sad that the summer is over though, it seemed so short, for me especially, I feel like I only got half  a summer since I was away the first half.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106202143827582433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106202143827582433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106202143827582433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106202143827582433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/08/so-school-starts-on-wed-or-im-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106064070873412843</id><published>2003-08-11T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T19:25:08.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God's Boxes I have in my hands two boxesWhich God gave me to hold.He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,And all your joys in the gold." I heeded His words and in the two boxesBoth my joys and sorrows I stored,But though the gold became heavier each dayThe black was as light as before. With curiosity, I opened the black box,I wanted to find out why,And I saw, in the base of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106064070873412843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106064070873412843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106064070873412843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106064070873412843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/08/gods-boxes-i-have-in-my-hands-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106037286093901556</id><published>2003-08-08T17:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T23:58:30.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life has been so boring lately I have decided to post poetry I like.  I don't have a job anymore, cause my stupidhead boss didn't call me when I got back from Toronto, so now I just sleep in til 1 everyday and sit around. I need a job.My parents are off on holidays, and they're painters for anyone who doesn't know, they paint insides of houses. And because the weather has been so shitty, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106037286093901556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106037286093901556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106037286093901556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106037286093901556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/08/my-life-has-been-so-boring-lately-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106027462086537597</id><published>2003-08-07T13:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T13:43:40.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.For nothing now can ever come to any good."from Funeral Blues - W.H. Auden</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106027462086537597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106027462086537597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106027462086537597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106027462086537597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/08/he-was-my-north-my-south-my-east-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-106021433157077757</id><published>2003-08-06T20:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T20:58:51.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The More Loving One "Looking up at the stars, I know quite wellThat, for all they care, I can go to hell,But on earth indifference is the leastWe have to dread from man or beast.How should we like it were stars to burnWith a passion for us we could not return?If equal affection cannot be,Let the more loving one be me.Admirer as I think I amOf stars that do not give a damn,I cannot, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/106021433157077757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=106021433157077757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106021433157077757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/106021433157077757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/08/more-loving-one-looking-up-at-stars-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-105784803515219030</id><published>2003-07-10T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T11:40:35.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo everyone!!! Coming at ya from the T dot O!!!! lolWhats new here, hummmm. Well, I'll give ya the scoop from the beginning, sincee I've been neglecting my precious blogspot.  I'll paraphrase to get the party started. If you want to know full details, then you'll just have to ask.  So. I got here, met some people, made some friends. I am having a blast!!  Did you know in Toronto they have an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/105784803515219030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=105784803515219030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/105784803515219030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/105784803515219030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/07/yo-everyone-coming-at-ya-from-t-dot-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-95990246</id><published>2003-06-24T16:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T16:09:18.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well ladies and gentlemen, I'm off to Toronto in two days!!!! I know you'll all miss me horribly ; ) I've decided that since I will be on a computer pretty much every day, after the first week anyways, that I will keep you all updated on whats going on in my life while I'm in Toronto.God I'm going to miss you guys!!!! I'm excited about going, but I can't wait to get home too. I'm homesick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/95990246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=95990246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/95990246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/95990246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/06/well-ladies-and-gentlemen-im-off-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-95514414</id><published>2003-06-10T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T14:40:14.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sweet Lord, I haven't posted in ages.Man, i can't even remember half the shit that has happened to me since my last post!!!I have been shopping up a storm for my trip in a few weeks!! And let me say, I am the happiest girl alive!! 18 more days til I leave!!!  Don't worry, I'll try not to bring back SARS, my boss told me I have to go in a one week quarintine when i get back, ha, yeah right.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/95514414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=95514414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/95514414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/95514414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/06/sweet-lord-i-havent-posted-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-94612302</id><published>2003-05-19T23:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T23:41:29.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so fu*cking pissed offWhy do people say they'll call and don't?! Like really, its so annoying. If you aren't gonna call, don't tell me  you will!!! Seriously, its not going to break my heart, I  promise. I'm not going to cry myself to sleep or anything if you don't want to call, It's just the lies that piss me off. If a person says they're going to call then fu*cking call. Don't tell me you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/94612302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=94612302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/94612302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/94612302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-am-so-fucking-pissed-off-why-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-94503386</id><published>2003-05-17T13:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T13:48:00.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahahaha, sorry guys, I had to change it again. You know how bored I get!! Anyways, Its a little corny, but it'll do for now : )</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/94503386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=94503386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/94503386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/94503386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/05/hahahaha-sorry-guys-i-had-to-change-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-94502195</id><published>2003-05-17T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T13:12:29.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is simply gorgous out!! I can finally wear my cute skirts and capris I bought!! Trivia on thursday kicked ass!! and... I might have some new news to tell you guys next thursday. I can't tell you yet, its too soon!! AND by the way, Whos coming to the drive in on Sunday?!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/94502195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=94502195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/94502195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/94502195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/05/it-is-simply-gorgous-out-i-can-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-94240444</id><published>2003-05-12T23:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T23:27:31.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wrote a four paragraph post and erased it all because it was so boring.  I need some serious excitement in my life. I need to just pack up and go on an adventure, just take a change  of clothes and leave and nobody will know where I went.  Someday I will come back again. Maybe....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/94240444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=94240444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/94240444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/94240444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-just-wrote-four-paragraph-post-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-93953320</id><published>2003-05-07T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T19:28:43.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>X MEN ROCKED!!!what a good movie, I can't wait to see it again! So if anyones going, count me in! soooo..... I got my hammock.  What sucks is that the plan I had for putting it up isn't gonna fly.  My dad informed me that simply putting two stakes in the ground isn't going to work.  So now he has to like, dig a huge hole, and put cement and junk in it, to hold up like a huge post of some sort.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/93953320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=93953320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/93953320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/93953320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/05/x-men-rocked-what-good-movie-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-93413789</id><published>2003-04-28T15:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T15:39:28.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, sometimes life is just worth living, isn't it? when the clouds part,and the sun comes out and theres a rainbow after the storm, it just makes you feel so loved and happy, and just glad to be in this world.  Thats what I feel like right now. The Touched by an Angel season finale was on on Sat, and it makes me extremely sad to think that its over, that show was amazing and it inspired me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/93413789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=93413789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/93413789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/93413789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/04/you-know-sometimes-life-is-just-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-92738385</id><published>2003-04-16T18:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T18:25:11.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRI-VI-A,  TRI-VI-A!!!!!    wOoT!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/92738385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=92738385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/92738385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/92738385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/04/tri-vi-tri-vi-woot.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-92687816</id><published>2003-04-15T23:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T23:03:40.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how fitting eh?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/92687816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=92687816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/92687816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/92687816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/04/how-fitting-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795716.post-92687803</id><published>2003-04-15T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T23:03:29.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Can Talk to Animals! What's Your Magic Power? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/feeds/92687803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3795716&amp;postID=92687803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/92687803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3795716/posts/default/92687803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelk.blogspot.com/2003/04/you-can-talk-to-animals-whats-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06006883462863162911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
