No just kidding. So on my quest for a job I came across soulcast.com, and since they told me I could get paid for something I already do everyday, I figured why not? I've gotten a few other job offers, err...well they sent me stuff telling me to apply anyway. I'm not sure that counts for much. It's not like I have boatloads of experience, just working at Target for not even two months. That was the worst job ever let me tell you. Can you imagine going to school from 8:00AM to 12:30PM and then having to work from 4:00PM to 12:00AM? It was like slave labor, except I made 7 bucks an hour. And it wasn't worth that. I'm never going back, so take that Target. Now I'm at school from 8:00AM to 3:00PM, Monday through Thursday. Summer school, ugh. It's like a whole semester class cramped down into six weeks. Half the time my head is spinning so fast I'm not even sure what class I'm actually in. Today I forgot my folder in the library (It actually took my brain about 10 minutes to remember where I had been) and had to race back to get it. The people at the desk had it, and they actually asked me stuff like, "What color is it? Is it a big folder or a little folder?" in order for me to identify it. Goodness, maybe I should have just brought some I.D. Tomorrow is Brian and I's four month anniversary. Here's to anniversaries because it is really the only time I get to eat some really darn good food. Cheesecake factory here I come! Oh, I can't wait. I can't remember the last time my mother went to the store and bought something I'd actually consider edible. You know what she bought? Smart dogs, aka soy hotdogs. Gross. Where is my Hebrew National? Please save me. I found some cheesecake in the freezer...I'm not sure what it was doing there. I was too hungry to let it thaw so I just cut a chunk off and carried it up to my room like the rat woman I am. It's kind of hard to bite into but it still tastes like cheesecake. New York Style Cheesecake and Rootbeer...the lunch of champions. People really mess up my name. The other day I was reading some news article, and this girl's name was Reachealle. Are you kidding? You could spell two names with those amount of vowels. Urgh, and I hate it when people put an extra 'a' in my name. I mean it's so simple: Rachel. You know, wife of Jacob, mother of Joseph and Benjamin, who fathered two of the twelve tribes of Israel? C'mon people. Let's keep things simple, no need for twenty extra vowels. I don't even know why my parents named me that. Rachel Elizabeth. I mean those are pretty Jewish names right there. My parents aren't even religious. And my brother's name is Christian. What the heck? I mean my mom hates church, and I don't think my Dad has ever even been to one besides when he has to. Makes you wonder. Well, Brian and I have already decided to give our children Bible names. Except for James Tucker, which is my personal pick, and I am not compromising on it. I don't know, I just love the name James and Tucker is my mother's maiden name. Alright, that's enough personal crap. Moving on. What the heck is up with the world these days? I mean here we are fighting in God only knows where, for God only knows what...oil I guess. And democracy...maybe. The whole thing is just getting really old all of a sudden. I mean I was a supporter of Bush in the beginning, being a Republican (GASP! A young woman with liberal principles declaring herself of the GOP!?), but now I'm just totally over it. He's just so stupid. I almost feel sorry for him because when you type in his name at google images you get the most absurd and hilarious pictures of him making the dumbest faces. And now Israel is bombing Lebanon? Can any of us even find those two places on a map? Israel, maybe...but where in the heck is Lebanon? Meanwhile Osama is sitting back in his cave smoking the pipe, just chillin' as he watches this all on CNN. And here's what I don't get. I thought Osama had some kind of kidney problem and he had to be on dialysis. I mean how hard is it to find some six foot five guy with a turban with a kidney dialysis machine walking around? Whatever... Laundry is the bane of my existance. I think I'll just screw it all and take a nap. Sounds cool. Toodles.