I got my AP scores. Click the cut if you care.

( i drank from the keg of glory, donna! bring me the finest muffins and bagels in all the land! )

Bill O'Reilly is a douche who clearly has no idea how life works in Appalachia:



RAGE.

I PROMISE there's a post on WV coming! I just have to collect my thoughts.

It was a weird, wonderful, and slightly unsettling trip. I'll have more on it tomorrow when I don't feel like my brain is trying to worm its way out of my skull.

On the Facebook "America" fan page, people are fighting over what the official American dessert should be.

What do you think the official American dessert should be? I'm going with pumpkin pie.

NOTE: Saying "It's America; we don't have to choose" is not a sufficient answer. :D

This is probably the cutest love song to a dead guy ever:



Oh, Abe. I love you!

SPOOOOOOOCCCCCCCCCCCCK!

Also, I love Leonard Nimoy basically more than anyone. He's way fat-pos, and also he sang "The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins":



So everyone quit hatin' on Leonard (and his song). I will. THROW DOWN.

PS. I met someone today who may or may not be an INTERNATIONAL SUPERSPY.

¿QUUUUUUUUÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉ?

SOLVE SEVEN IMPOSSIBLE TRIG IDENTITIES.

And then here is what the equation looks like to me:

754%^8^$9/984)86*0. Squared.

My friend Clara is helping me, but I am beginning to think that maybe I really do have dyscalculia.

...that I liked a lot, but now when I think of him I am overcome with such a blind rage that it actually makes me physically tired.

I just wonder what would compel someone to purposefully be a huge dick to me each and every time I see him. I really doubt I've done anything wrong.

SERIOUSLY, EACH AND EVERY TIME.

I went to church for the first time in a while today and everyone ran up to me and was like, "Oh! Rachel! We're so glad to see you, you're the best!" So that made me feel good. :D And I got asked to be on the planning committee for the More Light (the organization for GLBTQ rights in the Presbyterian Church) Sunday service. Yay!

Also, I have a crush For The First Time In A While, which is kind of total balls, but thinking about it makes me all giddy in my heart. So.

Julianna got out of the hospital today, and my English teacher emailed me to say I got on A on our giant research paper.

Word.

Julianna is out of the ICU! We went to see her today, and she was up and eating. Hopefully she'll be home soon!

CAPA girls' Ultimate won their first game today! Yay for them!

And my ballads teacher sent an email to my mother telling her how much he likes having me in class.

CADBURY CREME EGGS. Peeps I can take or leave, along with hot cross buns.

And, reppin' my Jewish ancestors, I have a friend who made matzoh toffee last year and it was epic.

So, my mom has a lot of liberal bumper stickers on her car. An Obama sticker, obviously, and thinks like "Coexist," "Pray for Peace"--stuff like that.

So today, she was lingering at a stoplight with my eight-year-old brother in the car when some guy drives up next to her and starts beeping his horn. Then he rolled down his window, flipped her off, and started screaming "FUCK YOU!" at her and threatening her.

Mom, because she is endlessly patient, just told my brother that we needed to pray for a change in his heart, but when she told me I just got mad.

There is something seriously wrong with people who think it's okay to do things like that just because you don't agree with them politically.

I'm in a quiz show kind of mood every since Jeopardy!, and I rewatched Quiz Show (starring Ralph Fiennes, who is on my list) and then I went online and watched the actual van Doren-Stempel episode of Twenty-One. And then I found an interview with the real Herb Stempel, who I've decided is the BEST OLD MAN EVER. He seems nice and super-smart. I wish he was my grandpa, because my grandpa is kind of lacking, unfortunately.

I can't embed, but if you want to watch him, you can here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Br1dtdXT9Q

I want to see an interview with van Doren, too. I read his article in the New Yorker, and he seems like an Unfortunate Case.

...but you all are going to have to just believe me, because I have exciting news that is NOT a joke and is pretty cool.

( Click here )

It doesn't mean I'm defs on, but still! I might! I AM MAD EXCITED! :D

So I went to see Watchmen again with my dad on Friday and now he keeps confusing Rorschach with Horshack from "Welcome Back Kotter."

I have it on (very) good authority that Robert Downey, Jr. has a tattoo of himself on his chest.

Yes, kids, I sat at home tonight revisin' "Heart of Gas," because my dedication to the Literary Arts department is that strong.

Also she hated my last draft and there is no way I'm getting a B in this class because she doesn't like my drafts. No effing way.