I Went to Los Angeles Last Night

...at least in a dream! (By the way, this entry was ALSO The Hot Chocolate Theory, but FOD won't let me delete it, and so, I am editing it into a new entry.) I've been having these really vivid dreams lately, and they're usually nightmares. *Cowers under the covers* Nightmares are never good things.

Here's my dream from last night: My dad and brother had just picked me up from my mom's house, and we were on our way to dinner. But, as usual, we couldn't seem to agree on a restaurant. Somehow, we managed to get to the airport without me noticing... and then we boarded a plane without me noticing. *Shrugs* My dream self is pretty oblivious, isn't she? Anyhoo, I'm sitting in an aisle seat, talking to my dad when I realize I'm on a plane. I was like, "Um, Dad, why are we on a plane?" He replied, "Well, we couldn't agree on a restaurant, so I told Zach he could pick tonight. He chose a restaurant in Los Angelos, so that's where we're going."

On the plane, I made friends with a bunch of people who had been to LA previously. I kept whining to these people about how my family usually goes to Las Vegas, and how I was very angry that we were going to LA. One of my plane-friends decided to open up a Rainforest Cafe giftshop right there, on the plane. She told me I should lose my amethyst ring, because it wasn't meant to be my birthstone. For some reason, I was like, "Oh, okay then," and tossed me beloved amethyst ring in the trash. My plane-friend replaced my birthstone ring with an ugly green ring that I didn't like at all, but I gladly paid for it.

Once we reached LA, Zach, Dad and I got off the plane, and walked into the airport. Only it wasn't an airport. It was a mall. Every shop we went into, someone would sell us something without us knowing. After about 15 stores, I realized that I was carrying a bunch of stuffed animals and shoes that I didn't want.

And so, that was my dream. Stupid dream-Zach, making us go to Los Angeles for dinner... Next time, he'd better settle for the Olive Garden! Alright, I'm going to go to my mom's to have dinner because theater practice is going to be from 6:30 till 10:00 tonight, so I need to eat early. Laaaaater.

--Holly Rachael :-D

The Hot Chocolate Theory

It is my belief that hot chocolate heals all wounds... well, you know, except for those external wounds. If you have those, I would advise you to get some Harry Potter band-aids and Neosporin immediately. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, Chris Rock's dad might think that Robitussen is the only medicine to use, but I think hot chocolate is.

My Hot Chocolate Theory started way back in the year of 19 and 99. My brother, Zach, and my best friend, Sarah, had started dating at the beginning of that year. Now, these two crazy kids didn't seem to go together at all. They were like vinegar and water, fire and ice, Ron and Hermione. They would make out, fight, make out, fight, day in and day out. And every weekend, my mom, Zach's best friend, Bobby and I would all have to put up with Sarah and Zach's fighting.

Well, one day, I just got tired of it. I wasn't sure I liked Zach and Sarah's makeout sessions any better than their fighting, but I was going to put a stop to one of 'em! Since I didn't know how to stop the makeout sessions, I decided to work on stopping the fighting. In the midst of one of Zach and Sarah's fights, I asked them both to come out to the living room, and I made them each a mug of hot chocolate. Once they were both well into their hot chocolate, I acted as Relationship Counceler, talking out their problems with them. This always seemed to help, right up until the day that Sarah and Zach broke up for good last year.

I'd forgotten about The Hot Chocolate Theory until last night, when I had a terrible migrain. I was watching Grumpier Old Men on TV with my dad. It was very cold in the family room, and the afghan my grandma made for the baby version of myself, wasn't helping much. After taking a Zomig (a migrain pill), I made myself some hot chocolate to help the fact that it was frickin' freezing in here, Mr. Biggelsworth. My dad went to bed, Zach went to work, and My Girl 2 magically appeared on the TV. The first mug of hot chocolate had really helped, so I made another one. The combined effect of the hot chocolate and the awesomely sentimental movie gave me feel very warm and at peace with the world. So, I'm glad I remembered The Hot Chocolate Theory. Everyone must try this, it works wonders.

Say, you know what? To completely change the subject, I just realized something. I'm totally paranoid! As some of you may know, I am grounded from the computer for the month of October, yet here I am, typing away while my dad's at work. Well, I keep hearing car doors, and every time I do, I peer anxiously out the window, afraid that it's my dad. He doesn't even get home until 5:00 or later, but I keep thinking, What if he came home early in some sadistic plot to catch me on the computer? He knows! Dear God, he KNOWS! Okay, folks. I have officially flipped out. I'd better go before I make everyone else paranoid. So... ta!

--Paranoid Android,
Holly Rachael

Drug Addicts Have Taken Over the TV

Wow, I got up at 9:00 today, and I don't even have to go to school! *Rewards self with Skittles*. I can't believe I went to bed at 1:00 A.M. I believe that's a new record for me, at least in 2002! I usually don't go to bed until VH1's Insomniac Music Theater has been on for quite some time. If this new behavior of mine keeps up, maybe I could even get on *gasp* a regular sleeping schedule! Or not.

Zach'ry brought his car home this morn'. I missed Zach's car while it was getting fixed. He accidentally broke it a couple weeks ago, and he's been having to drive my piece-of-crap car ever since. Perhaps someday soon, I'll go to get my frickin' driving test so I can get my license. Then I'll be most prestigious, driving around proudly in my piece-of-crap car.

Dude, Zach and I were watching TV this morning, and the Tellytubbies were on. In the course of the half hour that this show was on, these little multi-colored gnomes (or something) did nothing but jump around pointlessly on some astroturf, being amused by weird crap like the sun... which seemed to be a baby. When I noticed that there was a baby's head in the sky, surrounded by rays of sunlight, I was like, "Um... why is there a baby in the sky?" to which Zach replied, "Oh, didn't you know? The sun is a baby. That's why you're not supposed to look directly at it; you're not supposed to see the baby." Then the Tellytubbies decide to prance around this wall that was there for no reason. When they were done prancing around the wall, they're like, "Hey, let's do that again!" I have to wonder, what kind of drug addicts thought this stuff up?

I was at Target with Mom and Mike the other day when Mike spontaneously decided that we should all go to a Flint Generals game that night. I didn't much like that idea, but Mom was like, "It'll make Mike happy, so let's go with him." So, I purchased my Harry Potter wand, and tried to put the full body bind of Mike so we wouldn't have to go to the friggin hockey game, but it didn't work. And so, there we were at the Flint Generals game, Mom with her migrain pills, me with my earplugs & Gameboy, and Mike with a big goofy grin. Since there were so many annoying things at this hockey game, I've compiled a list to remind myself to never go to a hockey game again, no matter what.

Annoying Crap @ the Friggin Hockey Game
*The psycho girls in front of me who wouldn't stop screaming their heads off.
*The people all around me who kept jumping up and knocking my Gameboy out of my hands.
*The ear-splittingly loud announcer.
*The musically-challenged DJ who insisted on playing the worst music he could.
*The ridiculously cold arena.
*The drunken idiot at the end of our row who kept screaming obscenities at anyone who dared to come near him.

Alright, I think that about covers it. Laaaaater!

--Holly :-O

You Impotent Little Know-It-All!

Heh. My character in The Elvis Monolouges is cool. She's like, "No, it wasn't a command performance! My little brother introduced his act, you impotent little know-it-all!" T'will be fun to play her, for she is a jerk. Most of this week's theater practice was spent listening to Morgan's and Kyle's dirty jokes, watching Jason and Kyle act out their monolouges and editing the swearin' out of my script. Laurie informed me that I shall be acting out my monolouge first next Wednesday, so I haven't been doing much for the last two days besides working on memorizing my script.

I'm rather proud of myself. The other day, my dad started yelling at me about how irresponsible I am, which is a common occurance around this house, which almost always results in me crying hysterically in my room. However, this day was different. I don't know if it was the Lifehouse playing in the background, or the chamomile tea I'd just enjoyed, but I kept very mellow throughout the entire lecture.

When Dad stopped yelling to take a breath, I calmy reminded him that I could be a whole lot more irresponsible than I am. For instance, my step brother has been arrested twice for doing drugs, and being a drunk minor. I also pointed out that I don't compromise my morals for anything/anyone, I always stand up for who and what I believe in and that I think I'm a pretty good kid. In the end, he had to agree. *Beams proudly*

Oh yeah! Guess what?! I was watching the telly last night, and the news chick said "It looks like Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets is going to outsell the Sorcerer's Stone, as Showcase movie theaters are now selling advance tickets for the sequel!" *Does the Super-Mega-Happy Dance* The only problem is, I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY! And after I do work around the house and get my weekly allowance, I'll only have enough mula to buy my Halloween costume! Here's a list of all the things I desperately need before I go insane:
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets tickets
Hogwarts school uniform for my Halloween party
New Lifehouse CD
New Jennifer Love Hewitt CD
Michelle Branch CD
Hoobastank CD
The New Guy on DVD
Beauty and the Beast special edition DVD

What to do? Hmm... maybe I should get a job. ...Nah. I think I'll just sell some plasma.

--Holly Rachael :-D

I Buy Monogrammed Kleenex By the Ton

There's so much that needs to be done. I've got to drop that voucher off at school, I should clean this house before the dust gets too thick to breathe, my dog could really use a bath and I've got quite a bit of homework to do. But I figure, the thing that needs to be done most is this survey that I stole from Marie.

Chances are you probably have a crush on someone, what qualities does that person has that draw you to them? He's friendly, has a magnetic personality and shares my values. Oh yes, and he's very hot. Can't forget that...
A wall stands before you that goes endlessly in all directions. It cannot be surmounted in any way. What do you do? Cry. And if at first I don't succeed, cry, cry again.
If you were moving in a week, what things would you miss? Nothing! Because I would bring all the people and things I would miss with me. Ha! Guess I showed you...
Do you prefer hugs or kisses? Are we talkin' Hershey's here? 'Cause those hugs are might-ay good.
Mean people are taking over the world! If you could be a super hero, what would your super power be? I'd like to be able to eat my own weight in Bon-Bons so I could scare the mean people away while enjoying a large quanity of Bon-Bons.
There is a turtle lying flipped over in the desert. He cannot right himself and is dying in the sun. Will you walk on and leave him there? No, poophead. I shall bring the turtle home to live with me.
Which of your friends has the biggest hidden perverted side? None of them. They're all very out in the open with their perversion.
When you have the house to yourself what do you do? Hide under the covers, for being alone is not fun.
If you had only two days to live, what would you do? Call the Powerpuff Girls. There's got to be some way around this.
Who do you know that is the worst video game freak ever? I'd say it's a tie betweem Zach and Bobby. When they die on a video game, they tend to put holes through the wall.
Do you consider yourself to be popular, in the "middle class" of popular, just there, a dork, or an outcast? I'm in the "upper class" of dorkdom.
What was your favorite fortune from a fortune cookie? "Eat me."
What is the all around stupidest thing you have ever done out of all the stupid things we know you did throughout your life? I've never done anything stupid. *Goes to stick head in the microwave to get a tan*.
What would you do if you had a seventeen year old boy/girl in your bed? Oh, that happens to me every day at Mom's house. I just tell Billy's friends to go home.
Would you rather date the boy next door or the most popular guy in school? The boy next door is the most popular boy in school.
Your dream date? 9/9/99 because of all the 9s.
What's next to you right now? A plate that used to have a peanut butter sandwich on it.
If you could turn back time? I'd go back to last Thursday night so I could pay my phone bill on time.
What scares you? The end of a survey. I don't know what to do next.

I shall end this entry by saying that Dave was decked out in Michigan garb yesterday, and so my father would highly approve of him. I just hope Dave's not as much into football as Dad is... *looks panicked*

--Holly Rachael :-D

A Walk to Remember and a Drive to Forget

Last week was quite the eventful one, yet I didn't get to write about it due to the ever-so "convenient" fact that my dad grounded me from the computer. *Shakes fist at him* Oh well, I shall write now, while Father Dearest is at work. *Cackles evilly*

Wednesday, of course, was good ol' theatre practice. It wasn't nearly as much fun as it usually is because it was Role-Assigning For the Elvis Monolouges Day. So there was no pantomiming or improv. That was okay, though, because now I know who I'm playing!

I play this disgruntled, sarcastic 58-year-old woman named Tiny Pickins. Laurie told us we could edit our scripts if we wanted to. My character tends to talk like a drunken sailor, and my mom doesn't approve of swearing... and neither do my grandparents, cousins, aunt, uncle or even me, come to think of it. So Zach said, "When the script says 'sh*t', you could put in a funny word." I agreed to this lovely idea, and my script is now full of words such as "bullplop". Heheh... bullplop.

Thursday morning, I was ridiculously tired, and the last thing I felt like doing was going to school. But am I ever glad I did. *Grins* I was wearing my shirt that says, "Think you can be a meat-eating environmentalist? Think again. Give a damn-- go vegetarian!" I was sitting in intro to theatre, waiting for Mr. "Always 20-Minutes Late" Chapel, when I felt someone's presence in front of my desk. I looked up from my Gameboy and was suddenly face-to-face with none other than... *echo effect* .:::THE HOT VEGAN DUDE:::. He said, "So you're a hardcore animal rights supporter then?" When I said "Yeah," he gave me a high five, said, "You're awesome" and went back to his seat. *Is ecstatic*

When the class ended, I began my walk to the Prahl Center, and was super-happy to see the Hot Vegan Dude walking in front of me... but I was much less happy to see that he was walking with the attractive blonde chick that Mr. Chapel seems to have a crush on. By some miracle, though, the Hot Vegan Dude glanced at me, said goodbye to the attractive blonde chick, and began walking with... *gasp* me. He said, "Hello, there! I wanted to get your name." Once I told him, he introduced himself as Dave and shook my hand. As we ventured toward the Prahl Center, we talked about animal rights and what made us decide to go vegetarian. We stood and talked until he had to get to class, and in the ten minutes that I talked to him, I've come to this decision: Dave is perfect.

Friday was much less fun, but it was definitely eventful as all get-out. My mom came home from work that morning to see cop cars surrounding my step brother's truck. Apparently, Thursday night, Bill (my step brother) and his friend got absurdely drunk, then Bill drove the both of them straight into the strip club Deja Vu. Yes, into the side of the building. After using their fake I.D.s to get into the Deja Vu, Bill and his friend got back into the truck, and then Bill drove the truck straight into the side of the gas station. He did serious damage to both the Deja Vu and the gas station. Then the cops caught Bill and his friend, and thew 'em in jail.

Bill had to spend a little over 24-hours in jail due to the fact that he was legally drunk all that time. Since he was driving drunk at the age of 19, did serious damage to two buildings, used a fake I.D. to get into a strip club & was driving without a license (he had it revoked 4 months ago), he's in deep trouble. He'll have his arraignment soon, and then we'll see how long he's going to be in jail.

Whew! I think that's all that's happened. So... later!

--Holly Rachael :-D

The Hot Vegan Dude and Fun Galore

Isn't it awesome how different college is from high school? I mean... all through high school, I was either totally ignored, or made fun of for all my various obsessions and animal rights issues. But now that I'm in college, people are suddenly nice. It's like a completely different world. People I don't even know stop and say, "I like your shirt." You know, I never did understand why people in high school disliked my Mr. Rogers shirt. *Smiles and waves at the Mr. Rogers on my shirt*.

In high school, when I'd look around, I'd see cliques. A cluster of giggling preps, a herde of wild drug addicts, a big shadow of goths all dressed in Marilyn Manson shirts with pants covered in safety pins... And everywhere I turned, one group of people was looking down on another group of people, either making fun of them for the way they dressed and the music they listened to, or glaring at them for simply daring to exist.

College is like a breath of fresh air to me. There are no cliques. It's not unusual to see a 60-year-old guy walking and talking with a pierced-up kid who's wearing jeans that are three sizes too big for him. I love the way college students are. They all seem content with themselves, and with everyone else. I went to my Intro to Theater class today, and immediately spotted... *echo effect* .:::THE HOT VEGAN DUDE:::. *end echo effect*. I'm very proud of myself... I actually talked to him. *Beams proudly and high fives the first person she sees* I wish to marry him someday. *Nods decidedly, grinning from ear to ear*

And now, it's time for a lovely, fun Birthday Survey that I have stolen from my buddy, Samantha.

1. Date of birth: February 28th, 1984.
2. Current age: 18
3. Zodiac sign: Pisces. I'm a fish! *Splashes around to get point across*
4. Birthstone: Amethyst.
5. Do you like to make a big deal out of your birthday? Um... not a huge deal. But I do enjoy making it known that it is Holly Day every Feb. 28th.
6. Do you like it when people bring you balloons? Yes. Balloons rock my world.
7. What kind of cards do you like, sappy or funny? Funny, all the way!
8. Have you ever had a surprise party? Yes. When I turned 6, I believe. I was rather angry about it.
8. Do you want one? No, thanks.
9. Where would your dream birthday party take place? At the Flamingo Hilton garden/pool area in Las Vegas, baby!
10. What do you want for your birthday? Well, it's quite a ways away, but I always like getting funny shirts and novelty hats.
11. Do you like getting any of the following as gifts?
Jewelry: Absolutely!
CD's: If I've specifically requested them.
DVD's: Yesiree! DVDs are my passion in life.
Clothes: If we're talkin' funny, or animal rights shirts, yeah.
Books: Yes, bring on the books! ...Please.
Perfume: Oh yeah, Cancun! *Waves at Boas*
Flowers: Sure, flowers are lovely things.
Candy: I'm always up for candy, yes.
Money: I'd actually rather not get money. I like getting gifts because buying or making something seems more creative, and from the heart to me than saying "Here's $20, have fun with that."
12. What was the best gift you've ever received? My first cat, Tinsel. She was a Christmas present. Does that count?
13. What was the worst gift? That math G.E.D. study book I got from my dad last year.
14. What is your favourite store? FAO Shwartz.
15. What is your favourite colour? Pink.
16. How much money do you expect your friends to spend on you? None at all. It's the thought that counts, pal.
17. What kind of cake do you like? White cake! Ooh, and that confetti cake is good too.
18. If there were a picture on the cake what would you want it to be of? My mom is the world's best cake decorater, and I've loved every picture she put on my cakes. But my favorite was the one with Daria daydreaming about Trent.
19. If you could invite one celebrity to your birthday party and they would come, who would it be? J.K. Rowling. Ooh, can I have "Weird Al" too? That'd be great.
20. Do you prefer store bought or homemade gifts? They're both great.
21. Do you hate it when presents are wrapped in newspaper? Heh, no, I prefer it! Just wrap it in the comics so I can read 'em when I'm done opening it.
22. Do you like it when the waiter sings happy birthday? I like it when they do it to someone who isn't me.
23. What's the coolest thing you've ever done for someone's birthday? We all threw this huge surprise party at Fuddrucker's for my dad's 40th B-day. It was super-fun, trying to keep it a secret... and we all managed it!
24. What's the coolest thing someone has done for yours? When I was 11, I was OBSESSED with One Life to Live. On my B-day, my mom decked out the entire house, inside and out, with pictures of my two favorite couples from the show. My mom is like, the coolest person of all time. *Hugs her*
25. What do you think you will wish for when you blow out the candles? That no wax gets on the frosting. *Shudders* I hate it when that happens.
--Holly Rachael :-D