Currently Watching Rescue Me - The Complete First Season see related

A new layout calls for a new update. Plus, it's been like a month and four days since the last one. I remember back in the day when I would update this thing nearly every week. That was back when people liked me, or rather, liked to laugh AT me. But to my faithful commenters: you guys are like my childrens.

I got an email just this morning informing me that I could improve my sperm morphology. I hadn't really realized that my sperm was in need of a morphing, but then I asked myself: Do I really need to improve the morphology of my sperm? Will it make me a better me? Will self-actualization come a bit earlier if my sperm is more frisky?

I decided that instead of improving the morphage of my sperm, I would work on myself as a person, or rather, inform the masses what I've been up to lately, besides, you know, battling the symptoms of OCD and improving the quality of my, already grade-A, sperm.

Things I have been up to:

1.) TV watching--As most of you know, I have this unnatural love of TV this year (and mostly every year). Shows I'm addicted to include: House M.D., Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Houswives (although, not so much anymore), Prison Break, Bones, The Office, Danny Phantom, and Degrassi. I have not gotten into the phenomenon that is Lost. However, I feel that if I were to watch the show, I would enjoy it immensely. Shows that I am looking forward to continuing this summer are as follows: Rescue Me, Reno 911! (BOOTS!!!!), and Entourage. You may all laugh at this sad dedication I have towards television, but just remember that TV can never hurt you, unless, of course, Jim and Pam never get together, or they kick Officer Trudy off of Reno. That would be devastating.

2.) Honors Classes--While this really isn't an extracurricular activity, it should be. Yes, I know I signed up for them, but was I asking for eight page homework assignments each night? *shrug* Not really. I was looking for a little brain stimulation, not to see how fast I can complete a twenty question quiz. Must we always be shunned for going the extra mile? Apparently.

3.)Musical--There's something *so* sattisfying about dancing around in shoes too small, costumes too ugly, and going unnoticed in a chorus of forty-something. *Puffs chest out pridefully* If only ALL e-c activities were this demeaning. It gives me shivers just thinking about how next practice we're just BOUND to be shouted at.

4.)Watching Anime--*snort* PSYCHE!

5.)Playing Video Games--Sadly, yes.

6.) NOT going to Daniel Tosh concerts--I'm also doing this quite well.

Have a nice Valentine's Day and a wonderful Fourth of July, judging by my updating skills. Y'all keep me so young.

GK

Currently Listening True Stories I Made Up By Daniel Tosh see related

Everything's Gonna' Be Alright

Dear Xango (my xango is a boy, don't judge me because of my differences, but instead, embrace the similarities that we are able to have in the name of human rights, and be thankful to both Martin Luther King Jr. and Phillip Seymour Hoffman for their impacts on society then, now, and in the future),

The year is 2006. The day?  Oh-one, oh-one (01-01; January first; or, if you're European 01-01). The approximate time is 11:46:83, or if you're militant styled, 2346hrs (I think). The place is the Rose Bowl in Allentown (Don't ask why I'm at the Rose Bowl for a New Year's celebration. My dad has weird friends, and as his unfortunate middle heiress, I am forced to tag along and wear a smile as if this is the best occurrence in my life since I discovered Grand Theft Auto thanks to an unnameable character of horrible rep. Besides, being the socially inclined, mature, sophisticated woman of the 21st century that I am, can you honestly believe that I would choose the aforementioned hell mouth as a way to welcome year 2006? I think not.) The sounds are those of homeless people cheering, social outcasts, drunkards, and some people who clearly escaped from the their one room apartments who thought they were ganstas in the bowling lanes next to ours. (Honestly, they were betting quarters, and they all thought they were a part of the Haitian gangs, which they clearly were not. There was even a weight challenged fellow who they called 'Fat Pappa', and whilst this would have been offensive to anyone else, he seemed to enjoy the praise, although why he was happy about his obese stature, I have no clue. My mom at one point was like, "I want to go shopping for those boys and buy them shirts that actually fit them appropriately." to which I responded (approximately) "Mother, do not waste your thoughts on Gangster wasteland."  Actually, come to think about it, I don't really think I was creative enough to nearly quote a song by The Who. I probably wished I could reply in such a way.)

Other sounds included, but weren't limited to: crappy rap/hip-hop music, a few good songs, the manly-girl with the AC/DC hat in the next bowling lane over who screamed bloody murder each time she threw the ball and it hit a pin, the annoying DJ Wolfsomething who didn't, obviously have a girlfriend, so he was forced to work at a BOWLING ALLEY on New Year's Eve/Day/Dia, and the foul language of my gangster friends on the other side. Anyway, the situation? Emily, having bowled a nearly perfect score ZERO (0) game, comes up to the foul line of her lane, ready to bowl once more, hoping that this time, she won't have to turn around shameful and rejected. Plus, uh, she is pretty sure the other teammates on her team are just a BIT angry at her for her poor bowling skills.

The point of this long, pointless, ramble? Emily, for the first time in her life, bowled a strike. But not just one strike, TWO strikes. TWO strikes in a ROW. The feeling of joy she felt probably cannot be described in words that mere man has come up with, and even if the author were in the mood to make up a word, even that wouldn't describe the feeling in the heart of the nubile, young woman of five and ten.

So, all in all, it wasn't a bad jump start into the new year after all. And to quote Motion City Soundtrack, "I'm feeling fine, yeah I'm feeling just fine."

I told myself I wouldn't sap this entry up, but I'm suddenly in the mood for moral and meaning. After a year like 2005, what with the hurricanes, the tsunamis, the war over in Iraq, the war on our home soil, and high school it was a year of tragedy and heartbreak. And instead of standing together like America is usually known for when tragedy strikes, it seemed like we were ignoring the key points and instead, finding ways to criticize the handling of situations that can't be controlled. Not everybody was like this, but a lot of people. Except Bono.

I'll be honest, save for Star Wars III, Wedding Crashers/HP, my family, and Resident Evil 4 (I'm so down to earth and unmaterialistic you all cry. *snort*), 2005 was a year of tears, anger, stress, and just plain crap for me. I mean, no kidding, I was a leaky faucet almost every day. But what can I say? When you grow up, you don't just physically do it, you mentally do it as well. You outgrow interests, friends, hobbies all in the hopes of achieving Freud's (?) top of the pyramid with self-actualization.

The cool thing though is that 2006 is brand new year. And with a brand new year, comes what seems like a clean slate; prepared for you to start all over.  I know it sounds completely ridiculous when I proclaim that those two strikes made me see the light, but it's the truth. Never did I think I would achieve the honor of strike, but I did. And it got me thinking: Perhaps '06 is my year for the unthinkable. So my resolution this year (though I really never follow them), besides the usual 'exercise FREQUENTLY' thing, is going to go somewhere along the lines of this: I'm going to, with a little help from my best friend, the guy upstairs, try to rid myself of those bitter, angry feelings, and instead of being so selfish, I'm going to take a look around, and try to help others. And I'm gonna try to love me, because if I can't love me, who else is going to?  Hopefully, this year, I will strengthen my relationship with God, dwell on the IMPORTANT things in life, stop envying the useless/failures, and hopefully accentuate all my positive qualities and skills without feeling slightly embarrassed about them. If people can't see that I'm a good singer, then that's their problem, not mine. And while we're on the train of arrogance, let me just say that my voice is like that of Tina Turner's and Sporty Spice's combined. With just a hint of Johnny Cash. It is that angelic, lol.

Maybe the unbelievable won't be me moving Mt. St. Helens. Maybe it'll be me gaining a self-confidence I sorely lacked before. And for me, Shy Sarah, that's a huge step. Who knows what this year has in store for me. All I know is that I'm ready for whatever is going to be thrown my way. To everyone reading this, or whatever, I wish you all a happy New Year, and I hope that you'll join me on this train of positive goodness because once in awhile, a little optimism never hurts.

Unless, of course, you are a certain elementary guidance counselor. You are far too happy.

GK

P.S.: To DJ Wolfsomething: Thanks for enlightening my 2006 experience. May you get a girlfriend in your future.

P.P.S.: I forgot I also wanted Guitar Hero for PS2 as my resolution too.

P.P.P.S.:  A little picture for my bud. You know who you are, Mulan. Lilt' miss younger sibbie found this:

                                                 ^You know where I'm looking, HAHAHAHAHA!!! Is that a banana in your pocket, or you just happy to see me, stud? lol

Currently Gaming PS2 Resident Evil 4 By Capcom see related

Back by popular demand (i.e. no one), I decided to finally update this beast.  I can see the dust and cobwebs hanging off Tommy Vercetti in the background like some Halloween/Christmas Tree. Or 'Holiday Tree' as the politically correct are calling it these days. Do not even get me started. The Christmas Tree is called the Christmas Tree because it is tradition with CHRISTMAS. Not HANNUKAH. And definitely not KWANZA. So what's the freaking DEAL? Let me celebrate my holiday using a symbol associated with CHRISTMAS, NOT THE OTHER TWO HOLIDAYS. I am all for everyone having their own holiday to express; that's cool. In fact, it's wonderful.  Getting to experience other peoples' cultures is fantastic. Show your menorahs and corn stalks (?) with pride, that's cool. But then in return, let me call the tree a CHRISTMAS TREE, and let me celebrate the holiday I chose without being penalized for it.  I understand that historically, Christ was guessed to have been born in the spring, and that the current Christmas day was in fact the pagan holiday of Winter Solstice. I am also aware that Christians, so they wouldn't be persecuted moved the celebration of Christ's birthday to the 25th of December on the same day as Winter Solstice. But to Christians of this generation, the holiday of Christmas is a special time celebrating both family and the birth of our savior. And for non-Christians, Christmas is also a special time celebrating the art of giving and family togetherness. So why can't I, as a white Christian, not be penalized for my personal beliefs and holidays? Why does the African American who celebrates Kwanza receive more respect for their beliefs than I?  Why is there this sudden need to please everyone's beliefs and/or race except for the caucasian that happens to follow Jesus?  I get that the whites used the blacks as slaves, but isn't it time we get over this? As a white female of the 21st century, I hold nothing racial against African Americans, Latinos, Asians, Europeans, Australians, or South Americans, etc. In fact, I believe that by associating with each other, we can expand our knowledge to a level we never could before.

I'm not saying that I'm being beaten up in public for my beliefs, and I'm certainly not saying you should believe what I believe. Whether you're white, black, Bhuddist, Hinduist, Catholic, Jewish, Chinese, Japanese, Mexican, Wiccan, Vegan, whether you have one arm or two, whether you have a transplant of some sort or are all natural, if you're deaf, you're blind, you're smart, you're stupid, whether you're attractive or not: personally, it doesn't matter to me. This is America. Our forefathers fought for the freedoms we so often take for granted nowadays. They wanted a world where you could look at your neigbor or the guy next to you and realize 'It doesn't matter what skin color they have, or what race, or even what gender: He is a human being, just like me, and I will treat him as such.'

At a time when America's and the rest of the world's materialistic desires become so evident (me = guilty) it becomes obvious what is wrong with our society.  Instead of helping the fallen, we'd rather kick them in the face. Instead of offering a pregnant teen a free soda, or even so much as a word of encouragement, we would rather make assumptions and damage her with words of hate. Instead of accepting others whatever their beliefs, etc., we would rather start up gangs that stand against everything that makes that person them, and beat them to death.  I take a look around society through the media, at school, in public, etc., and I realize that we are in desperate need of help. You know what I want for Christmas?  I wish for a world where a helping hand is lended whenever one is needed. I want a society where we aren't praising people like Paris Hilton for spreading her legs, but instead, we're praising people like Joni Eareckson Tada who became paralyzed at a young age and instead of complaining about it, she is spreading the word of Christianity to fellow people. I want a society where we praise the highschooler for sticking to his beliefs in a tough environment instead of praising the quarterback for his however many yards throw. I want a world where instead of carnage, there is compromise.

I know this is a fantasy world I am thinking of. I realize that nothing will ever come close to this. But what I ask is this: give help to those who need it. Stand up for the underdog, and stick to your values. Because one day, we will be the future. And in our generation, I would like to see the world our forefathers dreamed of. Maybe fantasy will be our reality some day.

GK

P.S.: Joe, I don't hate you. I'm sorry. That last entry was cruel of me.

Currently Reading Raise the Titanic! (Dirk Pitt Adventures (Paperback)) By Clive Cussler see related

Due to popular demand (i.e. one of you), I decided to make another update. Not that there's much to say, but who HASN'T been wanting me to update??  Other than, of course, the rest of you, lol?

For anyone's nosy information, I did not skip school today. It would appear that I woke up with horrendous pain in my throat, in my stomach, and worst of all, I felt the beginning of post nasal drip. Through the day, I have also managed to acquire a massive sinus headache, fluctuation of body temperature, and the dreaded chills.

How, you ask, could someone with what was seemingly VERY GOOD HEALTH have accumulated what is now a suspected vicious sinus sickness, or quite possibly, the flu (though I might be dramatizing on that one, but you'd be delusional too if all this took place on one day)? Well, there are some possible theories that I have mulled over, and certain situations that MIGHT have occurred, but only one really sticks out and keeps coming back, and that is this:

Joe Bet, while you thought your little coughing in my face stint was humorous, in actuality, you have given me YOUR disease because you selfishly chose to not stay home recuperating, but instead, go to school and spread your sickness. Well guess what? I now have whatever it is you have, and yes, it seems highly unlikely that after one day, it's as severe as it is, but there seems to be no other way this could have happened unless I was making out with some guy who happened to have the same symptoms, which is more unlikely than President Bush getting a Supreme Court Nominee who doesn't disappoint anyone. Bush, I love ya', but come on, buddy!  What the hell are you doing? Don't make me look like a jerk for wanting to vote Republican. As the school assembly once told me, step up! I have faith in you! And, Joe? I really WANT to like you as a human being, but it's a little hard for me at the time.

*ahem* Anyway, while I didn't mean to rant for eight hours about my health, something needed to be said. But let's let go of that dreary subject and talk about something more important. Like, for instance, how apparently Splinter Cell 4 (the next game in the Splinter Cell franchise) will make Sam Fisher some rebellious anti-government official with a SHAVED HEAD of all things trying to get revenge for the death of his daughter, Sarah, which is so UN-Samuel Fisher it makes me want to punch an infant.

Or, you know, *cough*, we could talk about how I believe God sent his army of angels to protect our house Trick-or-Treat night because there was absolutely nothing done to our house. Someone even straightened the pole at the end of our driveway. Either about eighty million kids accepted Christ that night, or there will be a mass murder at the Rauch home in a couple weeks. I am betting on the latter, seeing as how people with religion usually are mocked, and children with fragile egos cannot take the blows.

Although, seeing as how crappy this post is going to be, we could talk about how one of my favorite stand up comics, Daniel Tosh, is having his first CD/DVD released this month called "True Stories I Made Up". Check him out sometime. He's a hoot: http://www.danieltosh.com

And finally, this must be mentioned: All of my shows are back on television because baseball is FINALLY over!!! Bones, House, The Simpsons, even other shows I don't even watch, they're all back on. So while you're watching tv, think of me, Emily S. Rauch III, IV, or XIX, and how happy I am. *snort* Or don't, lol. Anyway, mucho love-o to everyone, save Joe.

Peace and Chicken Grease,

GK

Currently Reading Trojan Odyssey By Clive Cussler see related

Once again, my extreme amount of individuality astounds me. Instead of posting a lame-o journal entry on the first day of school, I have patiently waited until the . . . uh . . . seventh day of school to tell you how I really feel.

I don't follow the herd so much, it's like I'm conducting a train that's going east and west instead of north and south. That, compinches, is talent, hottness, and German all wrapped up in one. I don't know how I do it. Seriously, ask me about it some time, and I swear to you, I'll say, "I have no idea, but it's freakin' sweet!"

Anyway, no much to tell about school except that student council has officially made me Miss-I-go-to-every-single-freaking-school-event-all-the-time. But enough about me, how about you all(ish)? Tell me on your comments how you're fairing (sp?). I probably won't respond to you, but I can honestly say, I will ponder what you have typed, and then probably forget all about it.

Oh, and yeah, other than the fact that new shows in the fall have started and are BLOODY AWESOME AND A HALF, I've decided to try out for the fall play. Wish me luck and love.

Peace and Chicken Grease,

GK

P.S.: This is the guy who plays Michael Scofield in my new favorite show "Prison Break". Pretty gellin' for a 'felon', wouldn't you say?