If I can bake cookies...

why can't I cook bakies?

Yeah, I'm pretty deep, I know!
"Wow! You must get smarter the shorter your skirt gets!"
"And you get smarter the shorter your hair gets, so I 'spose this is a good look for you!"
-Empire Records

So is it prophetic?
uh... sure, why not!
Actually, I wanted to do it for graduation and send my ponytail to Wigs for Kids. My hair was gettin' fairly longish and was starting to hurt a bit as it was pulling on my scalp when it was in a bun. Me and Julz and Deb went to the Drop In to play pool at about one in the morning and Julz found Tim's clippers 'cause he'd given some of the boys hair cuts. Deb has an awesome mohawk and it looks lovely on her so Julz is like "Rach! You should get one!". I was like "uh... okay! Weeee! Funnage!"
so they chopped the pony and I found it very amusing 'cause it looked like a very big dead rat. It was just over a foot long. Deb started hacking away and after about 2 hours of very intense work, I had a mohawk. It looked RIDICULOUS!!!! It flopped over and I looked like one of the dudes from New Kids on the Block (Hang Tough) and then they parted it down the middle for laughs and I looked like New Kids on the Block fan... who's special.
We tried to spike it with glue... as Xander puts it, I'm "thrifty".
It still looked like crap. (have given up on carp)
Julz laughed at me and then buzzed it off. Deb liked the mo. Deb is really too nice.
So prophetic? uh... wait
Was talking to Marnz today and she said that the hair (lack of) gave her a bit of a shock and she'd prayed about it. What she felt the Spirit saying was "The old has gone and the new has come".
WOOT!
YESSSSS

Love God
Love my hair
Love you all!!!!

God bless and bliss you!
-rach

Okay, okay

not SKIN - bald.

My hair's about .7 of a cm all around. Uh, that's like a third of an inch. NO LIE.

Yeah, I'll get photos at my partay on Sunday. I'll be 21 WOOT! AAARGH! YIPPEE! BLAAAAH... have mixed feelings on that one.

God bless you all

BA HA TRAVIS IS WRONG!!!!!
BA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
(and we all love him with the love of Christ)

yeah james, you better not shve yer head - funny and yet roilly dodgy. (esp. considering the sharing bed n' all)

I'm going now.

-rach

The wind feels funny

Why, why does the wind feel funny?
Well, it might be because I haven't felt a good breeze for about three months.

It could also be due to the fact that Julie shaved my head last night.

I was awake, but maybe I should tell people I was sleeping.

You know how all of the best ideas occur to you when it's two o'clock in the morning? Well, this was one of them.

BRILLIANT! LET'S DO IT!!! At first, it was a mohawk - that was the brilliant part. The not so brilliant part is that I looked like the missing member of DC Talk - ala 1993. We tried to spike it with glue but it still looked like crap.
So we shaved it all off.
I have my pony-tail in a zip-loc bag.
It looks like a dead animal.

So yeah, whenever you see me next, you might get a weedle bit of a shock.
I think I'll have to take to a white t-shirt with a sharpie - "Seriously, I AM STRAIGHT!!!"
Crap, probably wouldn't be the best idea.
I really do like it, though, but I can see how people might think... uh... stuff.

Okay, I'm done
Okay, I'm bald

AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
he he he he he

God bless you all!!!!!!!!

- bald-headed Rach

Hey anonymous

I like cheese too!!!

WOOT!

God bless us, everyone!
-rach

"WOOT! Eweh-oww" *excited jump followed by realisation of rib being broken*

Not long now...

Am sad
Leaving will suck.

God has done a lotsa workin in me.
Am a bit sore and a bit tired from all the stuff He's doing. BUT have had awesome times with friends just sharing with each other and really awesome stuff.
I was talking about some stuff yesterday and my friend Laura said that it sounded like i need to forgive myself for leaving.

Probably do.

Have rehearsed my 'presentation' for when we get back to TWC and it comes across very bitter, sarcastic, (what I think is funny), angry and just mean. It's 'cause I know how sad I will be. Pray that I'm actually honest then and I don't front.
'Cause that would be silly.
I actually pictured myself saying a very rude word right in Stephen Court's face. Which is because I'm sad and a little scared that I will have let him down, so part of me wants to be ready to be angry.

Bleh.

Need prayers
God bless all you guys!!!!!
God bless Stephen Court - awesomely cool guy. (I don't really want to say a rude word in his face).

-rach

If Canada was a piece of cheese...*sing it*

And Australia was a tylenol
Then lactose-intolerant Amer-ee-khans
Would like to go to England

But England is a crispy fry
And France is a po-tay-toe
Spanish men in igloo hats
Dance a jig on hippos

My cat, he ate Tasmania
If, indeed, I had one
Noo Zeh-lenders are all hobb-bits!
On jello pancakes, anytime!!!

Myself, I am a crazy, yes!
And Belgium's made of chocolate
But not the yummy, Belgium kind
Which is so un-four-too-nate!

Sweden, full of Swedes and beans
If I ever am President
They'll use this poem ah-genst me
For political incorrectness

"It's all in fun", the faeries cry
Spelt in Shakespeare stylin'
"That's woman's fit as you and I
To up this country's debt...ing"

"Let's sell our land! It's made of drugs!"
"BRILLIANT" yelled the mad-man
He happens to be, Rachael's son
And he has shares in Tylenol

My bag is made of vinyl, yes!
It's orange like the sunrise
On Grecian shores, of mayonaise
Blue and green to Plato's eyes.

If ever there, were a time
Quite unlike this moment
I would not be Crazy Girl
Unless I was provoke-ed.


Okay, I'm done
God bless us, everyone!
-rach

Toniiiiiiight... TONIIIIIIIGHT *am singing*

Well, TONIGHT God told me to go to Tim Horton's and get blessed. I tried to scam out of it as Timmy Ho's is a bit of a hike, and I don't really like spending money.
But, despite my other suggestions God insisted that Timmy's was the place to be.

Obviously, considering His instistence, I WAS expecting Elijah Wood to great me at the door and exclaim; "Wow! I had a vision about you a year ago, God showed me that you're the woman I'm meant to marry!"

Un-four-too-nate-ly, this did not happen. (Everyone's like "What?!?!")
What DID happen is that I ran into a lady who helps out at the Thrift Store, sat with her and her friend drinking coffee, and then was introduced to friends of the friend, who were sitting next to us.
THAT was the blessing. Her name is Tiffany.
If she reads this, she's totally weirded out now.
But anways, she was with her Grampa and we started talking, and, well, you need to know that I was on my ninth cup of coffee for the day... I didn't STOP talking. (sure rach, blame the coffee). By the Grace of God, she managed to get a couple of words in and it could have almost passed as a normal conversation to a passer-by (and not a wavering stand-up act relying completely on the gimmick of accent to get laughs).
She's about 14ish and she's really cool and she wants me to come visit her in Winnepeg when she goes home. Before she leaves here for home she's going to the Dauhpin Bible Camp for a week. Hopefully, I get to visit her there. So, nothing crazy Michael Collins' styles happened, but I was amazingly blessed. I feel like I'm in a perfect place to pray for her to be prepared for this camp.
I've been struggling a lot with 'what am I actually DOING?' and it's been driving me a bit crazy. I know I'm doing stuff, but God is so intent on having me just BE, that my pride is taking a beating.
Funnily enough, my pride is completely stupid and thinks it's big enough to fight God, so it's trying.
It will lose!
IT SHALL LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE!!!!!
HERE THAT?????
(punk)

So TONIGHT God just made me BE and I think He's doing something big.
Tiffany and her Gramps have a tradition of going to Timmy Ho's every night at 9pm and they asked me to come back tomorrow so I can meet Gramma.

Whoah... I totally got favour tonight.

TONIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

okay, I'm done.

Love yaz awl
God bless and bliss you or ewe (that's for the Niw Zehlendars!)
-rach

*without the mullet*

Well, my term as acting C.O here in Dauphin is almost up. The Mitchell's will be home on Thursday and I realised I should probably clean the house.
Thing is... I couldn't find any vacuum cleaner bags! I seriously looked... well... I can't say 'everywhere' but, in a lot of places.
So, as acting C.O, I thought I'd make an execuitive decision to BUY NEW BAGS!!! WOOT!

What WASN'T part of my plan, was to buy THE WRONG KIND!?!?!?!?!?

And so, desperate to make a start on the 'floor maintenance' and highly unwilling to spend any more money that isn't mine... I managed to fashion a temporary vacuum bag out of an old pillow case and a hair elastic.

Hurrah!!! I am Magiver!!!! *Minus the mullet*

Is that even how you spell his name?

Anways, am sort of in middle with super-cool-fun time with Jesus and just wanted to interupt that to tell you all of my adventures...

God bless you all with informed purchases!!!!!!

-rach

How will people remember me??

Seriously rach, does it matter?
Well, no, but I still wonder all the same.

Rach - she was funny (fellow inmates?)
The Australian Girl - I struggled to understand most of what she said (Dauphin Rotary members, man, the whole of Dauhpin)
The 'Pasty' One - I thought she was their cousin! (anyone who knows my sisters)
The Sporty One - wrong rachael
The Serious One - I haven't seen her since year eight (Morley kids - Holahhhh)
The Scholarship Girl - What'd she even get that scholarship for, anyway?? (Perth Collegians and - I don't know!)
She... uh... tried (Australian Idol judges... KIDDING!)
She made her mark! (Aussie rules, anyone? - ba ha ha I can't catch!)
Rachael *insert surname* - Primitive Salvationist (I can only hope - and pray, oh, and live it out too)

You know, what the potato chip does it matter, anways. I can get so caught up in what other people think of me that I totally forget about God. That really stinks.
How do I want to be remembered by God? Well I don't have to be remembered by Him - I'm moving into His place!
Rach - She finally realised that I was more interested in my relationship with her than in what she could say, do or ever achieve... that and watching her dance makes me wet myself.

Love yaz awl
God bless you stackas and hepas and lotsas

-rach

Something just occured to me...

"The allure of the Scottish Isles"
kinda rhymes with
"The manure of the squattish piles"

If Carmen Electra wanted to be a super hero... she could.

If I could have two super powers they would be
1) The ability to fly (without aid of plane)
2) The ability to function without sleep.
I could chase night all around the world.. and then I could get sick of it and just live in the day-time for a few years!
I'd fly to Scottland and makes friends with people who like sushi and who want to take me out places and buy me stuff 'cause I'd be famous and it'd make them look cool too!

If 'Being John Malkovich' was a burger and not a movie... I'd really like that burger.

If I just ate my weight's worth of 'diet' food products - it still aint gonna help any.

If I ate my weight in pure gold... I'd be atleast worth my 'former' weight in gold!
*does HCl mess up metallic substances???*

If Pink's name wasn't a colour... it'd probably be 'Jane' or somthin.

If princesses played rugby... well, I dunno, I don't think it'd be that big of a deal. Seriously, maybe they should!

If everyone I loved lived in one house... there'd be one big freaking line for the dunny.

Love yaz Awll

God bless ya stacks and heaps
-rach

Power of Prayer blows my mind

*What's up with my new habit of Random Capitalisation?? - I'll blame A.A Milne - all mah Pilglet homies out there hear me!*

Yeah, prayer is awesome. Was totally revived and focussed by some quality time in the prayer room here. The chicks weren't too weirded out - praise the LORD! They just went for a walk and I prayed and cried and cried and prayed. Good times! God times!!! WOOT!

I've called it a day (weekend) on the Country Fest. Tonight is the last night but since we'd been going since Thursday, I'd kinda done my dash! Got to meet a few new interesting people and have some fun. I wrote fun stuff on my T-shirts (thank you Jaime Reifer!) - so that made for a few cool convos!
I was funny being in that crowd of thousands. After being away from this kinda stuff, I'd kinda got a new perspective. I felt like I could see the spiritual muck in the air. I was praying for a stack of the time, but it wasn't 'down on my face in the mud with lotsa tears' prayer - it was just really simple stuff. I almost felt a bit silly coming before Jesus with these simplistic requests 'make everyone be a step closer to You through this weekend', 'please protect people', 'make the spirit of lust, like, go away!', 'let there be less sex at this Country Fest than there's ever been for these years'.
The last prayer was my favourite. It was a struggle, though, not having words of knowledge and cool 'spiritual' stuff to say. I really had to believe that God was listening (and prompting) these child-like prayers. (children praying about no sex? uh, you get what I mean, yeah?) Which is why I'm not there tonight. Sure, I'm completely stuffed, but I still would've LOVED to go and meet more people and wear a T-shirt that says "WANT PRAYER?" and get into weird convos and all groovy, fun stuff. But Jesus told me to stay home. He's not so interested about what I can DO for Him (what a silly concept anways!), but my relationship with Him. I'm not saying I should stay locked up in a hole forever, but that I need to keep seeing more and more that God is in control and when I seek Him, He will tell me what to do instead of me running off like an idiot trying to save the world without Him. He he he - was so just reminded of a Five Iron Frenzy song - My Evil Plan to Save the World. Whoah - self-centered striving is bad... very bad.
I also need to remember that God can do more with my prayers than He can do with me physically! V. v. v. v. important! - as is so relevant in so many areas of my life right now. ie. praying for salvation of family members and friends!

So, anways, prayer is cool and lotsa good stuff.

Love yaz all
Take care and God bless ya stacks and heaps and loads!!!
-rach

I wanna be here now

am listening to that theme song from Dawson's Creek and I'm feeling a bit down. I just feel like crying or something. I don't know why. It's gunna be such a big weekend. It started last night at Country Fest and we're going there today and tomorrow and the next day!
I don't want to feel down. I'm hanging out with two really cool chicks and I want to be a good example. I don't want to be stressing out about stupid stuff either.
I'm getting kinda homesick.
I can't wait to get back to Van, and then Perth. Man, just missing people is grinding work.
Okay, Dido song just came on that's about slowing down and calling on me.

I'm going to go pray for a bit.

These chicks might be weirded but that's okay.

I love you all. God bless you heaps and heaps and heaps and hepas!!!
-rach