About Rachael

I'm a writer who likes music. Cliche? How about this: I'm teaching myself piano and I'm halfway through writing two novels. Still think I'm not different then the others? I'm sixteen. I'd like to see you accomplish as much as I did, a sophomore in high school. So if you think I'm not unique, think again.

What…is…this…place?

This is WordPress. OH, HELLO WORDPRESS! I almost forgot about you.

Almost.

It seems I have neglected to post on here for six months. Sorry about that. Anywho, I made a Tumblr, which is a wondrous land of lollipops and rainbows. I’ve made friends there and all I talk about is Harry Potter and the Hunger Games. BUT DON’T GO THERE, YOU’LL GET HERPES.

Yes, my life has changed dramatically since July of 2011. I’m a junior in high school, I no longer have a boyfriend, and my life revolves around getting little sleep and playing Final Fantasy XIII. Besides that, my life feels the same, though I’m wondering whether or not it’s actually the same. Maybe I have the same friends, but I don’t worry as much about things anymore. Not much need to vent about my life, because drama is so rare. The only drama I face is online, but I really shouldn’t talk about that…online, I guess.

Now I’m back, wondering why exactly I’m here and what caused me to come around and reminisce over my old life. This is a good documentation of that, I guess, but my life will never be the same as when I made this blog in August of 2009. Back then I only cared about my first year of high school, among other things.

So, I’m here to tell you that this will probably be goodbye.

My eleventh grade life has enveloped me in a world of both stress and hilarity, but has ultimately eaten my life. Now the only person I truly vent to about things like my love life and what the latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy has done to me is…me, I guess. Nowadays I know better than to post things on here where everyone can see it.

I don’t have a need to talk out my problems anymore. Therefore, my need for this blog has become nonexistent. It’s been a fun ride, Rachael Wonders. It really has. But maybe this is the time to get off the roller coaster and find a new one.

And so, this may be the last time I type this.

Until I wonder again, I’ll catch you on the flipside. -Rachael

P.S. I lied. I’ll probably start posting on here more. It seems like a good place to talk about school or something. Who knows. But I’ll be back.

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The race that was supposed to be amazing.

You’ll never guess what I did last Friday night, guys. Seriously. You’ll never guess.

Okay, maybe you will. Nick Kim and I did a mock Amazing Race at the local library. It was quite an…intriguing experience, to tell you the truth. We were the oldest ones there, and we were put into “teams.” Ours had six people, including our friends Jon and Katy and two other really cool, supermegafoxyawesomehot girls named Cleo and Dyvia. Together, we figured we were going to win, because obviously, since we are the oldest, that makes us the smartest. We thought we had this in the bag.

We were so wrong.

There were many obstacles we faced throughout the night, including wrapping myself in toilet paper and running around like bridezilla for the rest of the night, completing a translation of a french book while trapped in an elevator, and making our own dream catchers (on a side note, that one sucked, because we didn’t realize it was only one PER TEAM, not one PER PERSON. Anyway…). But the worst of all was four satan incarnates of what we like to call “squirrel-graders;” tiny, horrific sixth graders.

The library purposely spread us out around the stations to avoid two teams being on the same station at once. We started at station 15 and had to work our way to 16, then back to 1 and all the way through 14. We were doing well until we hit station 3, where a group of “innocent” little girls were working. At first, we thought we would let them work for a little longer to avoid arguing, but after wasting ten minutes waiting for them to finish, we figured we would just pass them and get ahead.

We asked politely, they said no. We asked a little less politely, they yelled no. We tried finding the clue on our own, and they charged us, screaming bloody murder, ripping the clue and book we were trying to find out of our hands and running away. Then Nick tried to reason with them, show them the good in life above Hell, and the littlest, evilest girl pretended she was deaf and couldn’t hear him.

And I swear to you, Nick was about to backhand her all the way into next week.

Afterward, we went to a station about American History. Nick can say all he wants about being a boss at history, but it came down to the fact that the first time around, we found the wrong book, and then he gave us the wrong answer (even though he had no knowledge of it, of course), and it took us so long to get that damn book away from those satanic girls. And the cycle of running into them, fighting/screaming over the clue, and almost killing them continued until we managed to pass them, much to our relief.

We didn’t even end up finishing. The other group slowed us down so much, we skipped three stations and there was only one team that actually completed the race. But in the end, we had a good time, I was covered in toilet paper, and we all walked out of the arena with proud, teeth-mark-shaped battle scars to show for it.

May the odds be ever in your favor. -Rachael

P.S. Seriously, this is what they looked like:

Be careful of the curse.

Howl, by Florence + The Machine. One of my favorite songs right now. No, seriously, ask anyone. I just learned it on piano the other day, even though I was as high as a Macy’s Day balloon. It’s simply a beautiful song.

So, there’s this guy I like. And his name is Josh Hutcherson. And he’s going to be Peeta in The Hunger Games movie. AND I AM ETERNALLY IN LOVE WITH HIM. And stuff.

Seriously. It’s not healthy.

Anyway, I saw Harry Potter 7.2 last week with my family and stuff and SPOILER ALERT: I cried so unbearably hard when Fred died. It was like a wall of bricks came down and smashed me to bits. And I was all like, “Oh no you didn’t, Warner Brothers!” But, of course, I should be blaming JK Rowling.

I’m doing this weird Amazing Race thing with Nick Kim tomorrow. I have no idea what to expect, so please go attack his blog posts. Those two thoughts were not meant to be related, actually. I’m just really mad that he keeps blogging. Like, every day.

AND HE SAID THAT I JUST CRAWLED OUT OF THE CAVE. THAT’S NOT NICE.

But…uh…yeah. My thoughts are all jumbled up in my mind right now. I’ve just learned to blame everything on the mysterious drugs my mom is keeping me on. Like, for example, I recently started playing MarioKart: Double Dash on my old clunker of a Gamecube, only to realize that I became atrocious at it. So I blame the drugs for my getting 7th place on Luigi Circuit. Because I can. TAKE THAT, NINTENDO.

Alright, I’m done for now. Sorry my brain is so mushy. I’ll try to make it better soon.

-Rachael

P.S. THIS. IS. BEAUTIFUL. That is all.

I ain’t even mad.

Well, Nick seems to have taken over the blog. BUT I SAY NAY.

Sorry I’ve been out, peeps. I got my four wisdom teeth pulled out yesterday morning, so I’ve been on the loopy drugs. But the point is, I’m healthy enough to blog now. Yay me!

First of all, I recently updated pretty much everything on my Figment, so go take a look at all the new pretty things in there! (Trust me, I don’t mind if you do. :3) Just clickity-clack that link over to the left…you know…the one right there. Click it. Now. (Please?)

Next, I just wanted to share with you a few…*ehem*…interesting things that have happened to me since the last time I blogged. Well…NOTHING. I’ve just been slacking like I usually do. Of course. You mad, bro? Hope not.

Wow. These drugs are not very good to me. I’m having trouble coming up with something to talk about. Here, why don’t you comment on this? Tell me what to talk about. I’m truly out of ideas at this point.

So…I can still remember the first time I read The Hunger Games. And I wish I could just erase my memory for the pleasure of reliving it all over again. That’d be cool.

Well, now that we’ve discussed the most obvious of topics, tell me. How was your day?

…right, right. I understand.

Also, whatever happened to coming up with a new catch phrase for the end of my posts? I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO DISCUSS THIS AS A FAMILY. GOSH, GRETCHEN. YOU’RE SO STUPID.

Okay, that’s it. I can’t handle all of this blogging anymore. I’ll do it again tomorrow about something…meaningful, I guess. Like Josh Hutcherson’s jawline. Yeah. Sounds good.

-Rachael

Contemplating our dreams.

So, I know that some people interpret their dreams as signs towards what’s happening in life. Usually, I can’t remember any of the dreams I have, because I wake up for school at 5AM and have no real chance of ever…well…conjuring dreams that are worth remembering, I guess. But the last week has been an exception, and since summer vacation started almost two weeks ago I’m sleeping in until 11. I need you to help me interpret my dreams.

Saturday night, I had a dream that my mother wanted to cut off my arms and legs and give them to our 12-year-old golden retriever, Daisy, so she would be able to walk up and down the stairs easier (she even closed up her argument with, “You can have them back when she’s done with them!”).

So I ran away from home, even taking the precaution of moving to France and working as a waitress in some fancy restaurant. Less than six hours after I start working there, Nick Kim and my best friend, Anna, both show up to this restaurant to check up on me (which catches me off-guard because, of course, I didn’t tell anyone I was moving).

So I take my lunch break and we’re walking through the park when two Dementors – one about 7 feet tall and one just under 6 feet tall – block our path like a big, fat Snorlax. Then, the taller one sucks out Nick’s soul and flies off. Anna and I stand there, staring at our dead companion, and then she decides to abandon me to the other Dementor (yeah, what great friends I have). I’m about to accept my fate and I start crying when the Dementor says, “Oh, calm down Rachael, it’s only me.” And then he pulls off his mask to reveal none other than my boyfriend.

Seriously. I don’t know how that happened.

The next night, Sunday night, I had a dream that I was six months pregnant with twins. I’m not really sure what this means, but that’s all I can remember about it, really. Oh, and my friends and I went to Pump It Up, for some reason. And I think it was my birthday. Anyway.

Monday night, I had a dream that I met up with an old friend that I haven’t talked to in years and we went to Disneyworld. While we were there, I ran into a current friend of mine, Mel, who lives in California, and for some reason, I wasn’t surprised. The three of us watched Fantasia 2000 on the big screen. Then, I came home and caught my boyfriend cheating on me with the first friend I mentioned (I’m leaving her unnamed because she’s a sweet girl who I simply don’t talk to anymore). In my own house.

Yeah. I’m not really sure what’s going on there. Anyway, I can’t remember anything I dreamed about on Tuesday night, so we’ll skip that.

Last night – Wednesday night, to be exact – I had a very awesome dream. My boyfriend and I (I’m not quite sure why he’s in all of my dreams, but I don’t argue with it, of course) joined a “friendly competition” between us and 198 other people (it was composed of teams of two). It was kind of like an obstacle course.

You started at the bottom of a rockclimbing wall of sorts, where you had to climb a slanted, wooden board with randomly retracting and extending platforms for you to grab or step on. But if you didn’t have anything to hold onto, you would fall, obviously.

Then, when you got to the top, you had to make it down a water slide and swim a mile down a river past the finish line. I’m not really sure why there wasn’t much more to it, but it ending up being really hard.

I quickly abandoned my boyfriend as a partner and picked my recently-graduated friend, Jeremy, as my teammate. I struggled a bit on the wall, but he helped me up. We even paused to look down the wall and laugh – we were the first ones up, and I could see my boyfriend struggling to make it a quarter of the way off the ground.

Throughout the race, we were neck-and-neck with some loser skateboarders without helmets on, and they tried to skateboard down the river. I distinctly remember calling them idiots to their faces. We won, of course, because we’re just that awesome.

Now, I’m not sure why I can remember all of these dreams so vividly, but I thought you would enjoy them as much as I did.

-Rachael

P.S. Still looking into that whole catch-phrase thing. Help?

And for that, I eternally apologize.

Guys. I am so, so sorry.

I know, I know, Nick and I haven’t blogged in three months. I know the rest of this paragraph will just be excuses about EVERYTHING, but it doesn’t matter. Because you need them. So, like I was saying, the last three months have been super hectic, from almost-failing a bunch of my classes because the teachers kind of hated me or whatever. And I took a vacation in April, and my birthday was a couple of weeks ago, and we just got out of school (my birthday was the last day haha). And, as you all probably know, high school is filled with drama, so a self-employed therapist has to do what she has to do.

So, I eternally apologize. For neglecting you. But I recently found a gaping hole in my chest from lack of ranting about things in life. But I’m warning you, along with blogging at least once a week (I’ll probably go overboard multiple times), this blog is now going to be partly-centered around The Hunger Games.

I apologize for that as well.

Because I have recently devoted my life to the series (which has turned into a movie franchise, by the way), I have a hard time talking about anything but the books. So, if you haven’t read them, shame on you. Go read them. NOW.

Anyway, I’m just going to catch up on everything and blah blah blah, sorry this post sucks so much. You still love me, right?

First of all, I don’t think Nick’s going to contribute much at all. He’s pretty much completely forgotten that this blog exists. Don’t worry, I’ll leave empty room for him if he wants it, but I don’t think he’ll blog much…ever.

Next, well, events of things that happened not-so-recently? Let’s see…I’m sixteen. Yay for being able to drive. Um…wow, now I’m talking to you guys like you’re strangers, which I know you’re not. And I apologize. Again.

I went to Florida for a week between April and May. That was interesting…it was my mom, my older cousin, Danielle, and I, and we all went on a trip to Florida, partly because Danielle wanted to move there (she’s currently living in California), but also because…well, we all needed a break. So I hopped on a plane for the first time since I was four and we all left. Of course, the morning after we get there, the Royal Wedding is playing and we all have to be awake for it, so even though I got to miss school, I woke up at, like, 3:30 AM. Then, the day we’re supposed to fly back, they announce that Osama bin Laden had just been killed (I don’t care about the real story, I’m just saying that they announced it publicly as we were leaving the hotel bright and early for the airport), so I was just like, “Great. Osama bin Laden has just been killed, and I’m about to fly into Detroit today. Just great.”

Anyway, not much has been going on. I’m sorry this post sucks so much. I would bake you all cookies, but I’m not entirely sure how good they would actually be.

So, I’ll post again soon. I just had an ache in my chest from missing this. I’ll be back soon. Pinky-promise.

Until I wonder again, I’ll catch ya on the flipside.

…..

I need a new catch phrase. Suggestions? Who knows.

-Rachael