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Name: Rachelle
Country: United States
State: Minnesota
Birthday: 8/1/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: shoes, laughing, fun with my boomie, design, landscaping, plants, nature, snowboarding, trashy MTV and VH1 shows, other stuf...
Expertise: some of the above, i dunno...
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  hippiemouse84
MSN: xgurl3eb@hotmail.com
Member Since:
9/11/2005
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| So long distance relationships suck to begin with, but then add an argument or something and it's a thousand times worse. When you can't communicate properly and see body language and stuff, things only get worse, and when you can't sit down and figure stuff out and get/give a hug when you REALLY need one, it takes a lot longer to figure things out.
If you haven't figured it out already, we (me and kevin) had an incident, nothing major, but feelings were hurt, miscommunications happened, and for a day we were unhappy, and then we had to try to figure stuff out over the phone (we're fine now by the way, don't worry, same as always, happy with each other, in love). This wasn't even a big problem or anything, it just got bigger through the crappiness that is a long distance relationship. Even though I'm having a good time in chicago, I can't wait to be back in bemidji for the semester (no one thought I'd ever say that did they!), it'll be so much easier, and little things won't get to be such a problem. I hate it when you have said everything there is to say, and a hug or holding each other is all that is needed to totally fix the problem and that's the one thing that you can't do, it makes things feel like they're never quite resolved, like they're still just there under the surface waiting for the hug to seal them forever.
(ok here's the situation summary: I had a REALLY shitty/long day, needed to talk to kevin, he's busy doing stuff with his friends and brother (who i didn't even know was there) and can only talk for a few min. I'm on the phone crying, he says "well it sounds like you could use some sleep, so I'm gonna go", I cry myself to sleep (which i haven't done in a long ass time, it sucks). Morning, i had emailed kevin yesterday (crappy day) and he said he'd read them and since he'd left me in tears I was hoping for some sort of response. I get to work, no email, nothing. No attempt made to contact me after leaving me in tears. Rachelle is not happy, sends kevin long email, sits through day of work waiting for evening so we could talk. We talk, finally get things semi-resolved (minus the hug part). Ok that's the quick summary in case you were curious)
But yeah, anyway, chicago is still good, internship is still good, boring sometimes because it's the slow season and I don't have enough to do (hence the journaling), kevin's family is coming to visit this weekend, so it'll be good to see them. Tattoo is healing nicely, not looking forward to going back for the second session, shudder | | |
| Well this was an eventful weekend!
Friday: didn't do much, watched a movie
Saturday: went to the art institue by myself, also went to greek town again. Came home, had dinner, got all dressed up in our fancys and decided to go out dancing. First we had some time to kill, so we went to walmart (we were a bit overdressed) then went to a couple of parks to take pictures, but the parks were both busts, the first one was just picnic tables and the second one had herds of jr. high age kids in the parking lot. We just went straight to the club. So after dancing for a few min "sleazy mr. chicago" comes over all trashed and mumbles something to me about meeting his friend, I'm like ok...whatever and wander over. So apparently me and Justin/Jonathan, not sure, hit it off, we dance for most of the night, he was very charming and friendly, he asked if I wanted a drink, and I said i was driving. No fighting to get me to drink he just says "cool" and gets me a water. Now I thought we were just dancing and being friendly, but not overly friendly, standard bar dancing I guess. He then says "look at those legs, you're killin me smalls!" and I crack the fuck up, who quotes the sandlot at a girl, I thought that was hilariously awesome, so he keeps saying it as the night goes on, "you're killin me smalls!" about my legs, hips, etc. and i laugh and just keep dancing, because I like to dance. Then he tries to go in for a kiss and I don't respond so he goes in and kisses my collarbone instead and I tell him that I'll forgive that one, but no more of that. So then he tries to get me to kiss him, I just keep saying I can't, sorry. He finally asks "what do you have a boyfriend or soemthing" (apparently having never looked at my hand, which has a ring even though I'm not engaged/married, it's got a ring on the right finger) I tell him yes, and he gets all "well than what the fuck have we been doing all night" since it was all fairly innocent up until the end I had thought we were just dancing and having fun, but apparently he thought there was much more to it than that. So I felt bad because he then stormed off and didn't talk to me anymore. But I didn't feel that bad because I didn't waste any of his money, I drank water, I guess I may have wasted time, but did he really think he was gonna get laid that night after meeting a girl at a bar anyway? cuz eew, and even if he didn't end up getting any at the end of the night, he spent about 3 hours having fun, and I know he had fun, so there. Innocent (as innocent as bar dancing can generally be) dancing, lots of fun talking, new meaning to "you're killin me smalls", so I had a great time, even if he did leave kinda pissed. Look at the bright side mr, you got to dance with a girl for 3 hours that made you quote the sandlot, how often does that happen, lol.
Sunday: went to the field museum, walked way too far way too fast, rode the train home, ate dinner, then went and got my tattoo! It's not finished, I did one session of 2 hours and got the outlining and all of the green (stem and leaves) done. I have to go back in a few weeks when it heals to do the blossoms (another 2 hours probably). I was SO nervous going in, but the second he showed me the design i absolutely LOVED it! It is so gorgeous you won't even believe it, and it's not even done yet. The leaves arc over my hip bone and the flowers curve up my side and just onto my back near the line where my bra strap would be. Even the artist said that they were his favorite orchids he'd ever done, that they lined up on my body just right and looked awesome. He left the henna designs out for now because they seemed tacked on, so I'm considering just leaving them out, the orchid is so stunning on it's own, I don't want to draw away from that by adding something on that's going to not look as good, so I might have to come up with some other place for some henna tattoo designs, or maybe just keep doing them out of henna. But anyway, as the other artist there saw what I was getting he goes "oh man, ouch, that's gonna be horrible" really freaking me out. But by the end he gave me props for taking it way better than he would have. I was very proud of myself, I went for two hours on what i've heard from about 15 different sources (tattoo artists, people with tattoos etc.) is possibly the most painful place to get tattooed. I didn't flinch or twitch when he'd work, I didn't cry or pass out, I didn't even make bad faces according to my sis. So I was quite proud of myself. Of course as soon as I was done and he was describing aftercare to me, what happens? just like when I gave blood, my anxiety caught up with me and I get all light-headed and have to lie down for a while. Oh well, no one seemed to care, and I was just so happy that it turned out so well. I'll have to post some pics at some point. It's AWESOME! | | |
| hola again from work. I'm bored today, so will be posting a long, mostly boring journal yet again. I was at work for 9.5 hours yesterday, yuck. My ride had to work late, and by the time he told me, I would have missed the one train and wouldn't have gotten home till 8:00, so I just had to hang out and wait, which sucks. Hopefully he'll get out of here at a reasonable time today so I don't have to pretend to have extra work to do (actually look up things online and play solitaire). Work is going good though. I'm getting the programs learned pretty well, and I've had a couple of projects that they've actually chosen to work with and revise, so that's pretty cool. Everyone here is still really nice to me, so that's good. We all play poker for an hour or so at lunch, I usually lose. Turns out I suck at poker...luckily it's only $0.25 to buy in, so I can afford it. I'm UBER excited for tomorrow. I will get up in the morning, go to work, then go to the airport, then fly home and get to see Kevin for the first time in over a month!!! I realize that for a lot of people that wouldn't be a big deal, but we haven't been apart for that long in over 3 years, it has been EXTREMELY hard. I already have that excited feeling in my stomach and I'm not leaving until 8:00pm tomorrow. Here's hoping that the time from now till then just flies by! What else is new here....not a lot. Katie works from 12-8 every day, and since I get up at 4:30, I go to bed at about 9:00 (sad, I know), so we don't really see each other. Plus she works weekends, so again, no chances to hang out much. We really want to go get tattoos, I'm hoping she can find a weekend day off so we can go do it. I hope the tattoo I want isn't too spendy, because I think it would be really cool, but there's a chance it could be up there...But yeah, for living so close to a big fancy city, I don't get to go in much. I'm not comfortable doing it by myself, and since Katie works so much, we don't really get to go in. The one time we did though it was uber cool. I'm going to a concert in Iowa on August 11th, Third Eye Blind, Counting Crows, and Collective Soul (am I stuck in 90's alternative...maybe a bit). I think it'll be fun, it's outdoors, which is always cool. Kevin is all moved in to his new place in bemidji, and he's really happy with the new room he has (a big improvement on his old one I'm told, and if you've ever seen his old room, it would pretty much have to be). I'm looking forward to living with him next semester, especially after my deprivation this summer. I think our parents have both gotten used to the idea that we're a legitimate, grown up, real couple. My parents told me he can spend the night now when I go home since we havent' seen each other in a while. For my family, this is a HUGE deal, we don't talk about love/relationships/sex or anythign like that (unless it's my dad and then the words "the touchin and the feelin" are used, and I run away), so for them to imply that it's ok for us to sleep together since we do all the time at school is a big deal. I still doubt we'll do anything when he does sleep over, cuz that'd be wierd, but it'll be SO nice to just sleep and cuddle again. And you know it's been a long time when you're actually looking forward to car sex, lol. I hate having to do it in the car, but that idea seems very appealing right about now, haha. I have decided that I don't want to work at a place like this after I graduate I don't think. I think it's a really great place to do an internship, learn the system and stuff. But working within their pre-made system of pieces is boring. It's like playing with legos, you can't really create anything that's truly custom or unique. So many (80%) of the projects they do here are just revisions of last years' rented booths. They just copy and paste the designs and add some new graphics. It's a great place to learn the industry, and I'm glad I got to see this side of things, but I want to be creative. I want to work with custom pieces. Also almost all of the clients here are smaller companies with teeny little budgets, so they can't afford anything but flat walls and cupboards and a desk. That has so little to do with design that I don't want any part of it. I want a client that has some money, and I can convince them that my design is the way to spend it, that it will get people into the booth. So I know it's girly and nerdy and I never thought I'd be the girl to do this, but I've been looking up wedding stuff online. I know it's not coming up anytime soon for me, I'm not even engaged or anything, and I really shouldn't be thinking about it, but I'm going to a wedding this weekend, so it's kind of hard to keep it off my mind. And it gives me soemthing fun to do online if I'm bored at work and no one is around. It's just a fun cute thing to start looking at. I'm not picking anything out or anything like that, just looking at what's out there (dresses mostly, i do love my fashion, lol). Well this is probably long enough, so I'm going to go. Hope I entertained you/killed some down time for you. | | |
| I had my first dream about my internship last night, which must mean
I'm getting nervous about it. In the dream it was today (tues.) and
freeman called me in to work for a few hours (which apparently mean
chicago is accessable from bemidji). So I go in and they want me to
sketch up ideas for an exhibit because they don't like their ideas. So
I sketch but can't come up with anything good. I tell the guy i have
class at 10, so he and another girl come back to my place with me and
starts de-bugging my laptop. Then I tell him about our latest photo
shoot for some reason and he wants to see the pics, but I can't find
them in my computer. I keep telling him i have a project to present and
i'm already an hour late, but he just won't go. Then my alarm goes off.
I thought that was an odd dream.
Now
back to killing time in barb's class, where i am done with my project,
and the days are work days, but i have to come in because she takes
attendance, which sucks. If she didn't do attendance i could sleep 2
extra hours, grr. | | |
| So last friday i found out i got the internship in chicago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll
be living with my grandma (rent free) for the summer and working 40
hour weeks at Freeman in Chicago! (at $16 an hour, i might actually be
able to pay off my computer!)
I'm pumped and can't wait.
Anyone who wants to visit me in chi-town should!
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