Hi guys. Long time no talk/read/blog/whathaveyou. Sorry I haven't been around. A bunch of real life crap got thrown my way and I've been too busy dodging and cleaning. I won't go too much into it for your sanity's sake.

I'm in school now. My mom found a friend who is kind enough to help out financially towards my education. It's not anything fancy though. I'm just going to the community college to be trained as a secretary for medical offices. I should be done with my training in about a year. Yes, a year. Don't ask me why it takes that long. Downside is I'm training in the state hospital (where The Cuckoo's Nest was filmed) and it's creepy as all hell. I'm not lying when I say I carry a few packets of salt in my purse when I'm there.

Speaking of hell, yes I'm still watching Supernatural. I think season 5 sucked but I've made my peace with it. I liked Swan Song. I mean how could I not? I'm a strong supporter for Dean/Lisa (suck it, Libs). I love Chuck, even as God. I love Sam being dead (though I doubt he'll stay that way). At first I was pissed Castiel was made into an Angel so soon after becoming human but his human storyline sucked anyways so I guess I'm okay with it. Bobby annoys the crap out of me now but oh well, he can stay. I'm glad Kripke is going though. He can't write this show anymore. I don't really blame him (re: fandom) so yeah, good riddance Krip. O hai Sera.

Not much else is new with me. I still have Jenny. My sister adopted two adorable brother kittens named Buzz and Dixon. Our grandparents bought us a treadmill so we've been working on that and hopefully we'll all lose a bit of weight. Um...hmm. Yeah, not much. So yeah, just wanted to stop by and say hi. Have a good Summer, y'all. I know I will! (we're getting a pool. score!)

First, to get this out of the way, you're probably wondering what happened with a furry little critter of mine. After a bit of a struggle, we got Jenny to the vet and they did x-rays, which revealed a small fracture. The bump was from the swelling/bruising of the injury. They gave her meds for the pain and, well...about a week later:

She's still coyly hogging my pillow. :D

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Now, onto the next section. As a very generous gift from my Mom's friend, my sister and I each recieved a Canon PowerShot digi cam. So to honor this totally AMAZING!!! (and expensive) gift, I took it for a test run around downtown Salem, Oregon (my town...obviously). Here's some of the fruits of my little adventure:

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A recessed jury debating who is hotter, Sam or Dean. (You know they totally are. The two men on the left? Cas fans. :D)

The new and improved streetlights so that drunks and junkies don't continuously run into poles and pass out before they get home. How thoughtful. :D

Salem's version of the Blue Pill. They felt a door would send a better message than legally providing what's been dubbed "The Eden Drug". The knowledge of truth. Who needs it when we can live in a blissful lie?

For those who chose the 'Red Pill'. Unfortunately, they didn't realize it was a sham until they walked through the gate and fell to their deaths. Like they'd be told what's really going on in this world. :lol::lol:!

Salem's torture chamber. I still don't buy it's just a bunch of dirt cheap apartments. :P

I went in there once for free juice and crackers, but then I was asked if I had accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior. There's always a catch. Nothing comes for free. :roll:

They say it's a dead zone! :shock::lol:Actually, on a serious note, this place really is supposed to be haunted. My mom went there once for a show and she said it gave her the creeps and she saw faces in the shadows. :?:?:?

As I passed by, I caught a whiff of a vaguely familiar, salty odor. ;)

We like to appear nauseatingly quaint to scare away the tourists.

The Sidewalk Special for $2.99 8)

*Sings* Hey! Hey! Come on! Everybody sing! *Everybody sings* Macho Macho Maaaan! I want to be a Macho Man!

Salem's very own Brothel! :D

... Disguised as a Wells Fargo. Lies I tell ya. LIES!!!

And, saving the very best for last...stoner travelling band from New Orleans, anyone? :D

This is his Angus Young pose. :lol:

Creepy looking dude who's surprisingly not creepy at all, and his baby Dante (after Dante's Inferno. :D)

And of course, young stoner hippie love. :D They were kind enough to play "Oops I Did It Again" for me after I dropped five bucks into their tin, and she begged him for a picture together. Heehee!

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As some of you may know, I'm a very proud mother of a wonderful cat, Jenny. I've had her for about eleven years (since I was eight years old). She's been there for me through everything. I remember coming home after having a bad day or fighting with my mom and I'd just bury my face into her soft, warm fur and cry until I felt better. Even though she wasn't the most loving cat to others, she always trusted me and made sure to return the love I gave to her.

Unfortunately, something is wrong with her and she's in a lot of pain. I don't know what it is, but it doesn't look good at all. It may be cancer, or something wrong with her spine. Either way, she can hardly move and she growls and hisses at the slightest touch. It breaks my heart just watching her trying to move and get comfortable. She has a vet appointment on Monday where she'll be examined. I fear they're either going to tell me it's cancer or she needs surgery. Just the veterinary visit is nearly breaking our bank, so either way I'd probably have to have her put to sleep.

My parents told me it was up to me, and I thought long and hard about this. I know that if I was in that much pain without much hope of getting better, I'd beg and plead for somebody to put me out of my misery. I believe it's wrong to keep someone around despite their pain just for the emotional need to keep them close. Sometimes the best thing to do is to let them die in peace and pray that they went knowing how much they were loved. So if it does come to this, I will have lost someone I love for the very first time. Sometimes the pain that comes with living and loving doesn't seem worth it.

Hey you awesome people! I just want to say that you all have totally given me so much. You know, I came here, made tons of friends, found my place in this fandom and just really enjoyed spending my days here with you all in deep speculation and theorization. But I fear that this is taking away from my enthusiasm of the show (SPN, of course). So Merina (Mer-Joy) and myself have decided to withdrawl from the forum except for on Thursdays after and episode, and only limit ourselves to the episode thread and the sfu thread. I can only hope this will restore my/our love for the show, and we will return every week with much more enthusiasm. So, thank you all and if you would like to talk on a regular basis, you can get me on MSN. My email is psychoticlust@hotmail.com (I know, weird but I created that AGES ago haha).

I was searching around on the internet the other day and I came accross this sweet little poem.

This morning I drive across town for a friend

To Justin's house on a Saturday at 9.

His wife yells from under wet hair, Belt unbuckled

"Justin!"

He's down in the office

And I sit—collapse on the new couch

Custom made, brown and squarer than a couch should be.

Justin's baby produces baby pants for my inspection.

I'm impressed, he can find his own pants now.

Can't put them on, but knows

They go

On his baby legs.

And there I am

With my friend's family

On a weekend morning.

The mother holds an envelope

In her teeth

Hoists and struggles

To pant her boy.

I'm slouching and hot in my vest

My blue, down vest.

Thinking today was colder than it is.

Forgetting that fall in California

Is like summer back home.

Plastic diapers pack the thighs of tiny corduroys

The smell of Cheerios bloated and floating in milk

What have I missed?

I really love how in the moment this is. I believe this is a fine example of how those little moments in life that most people ignore can open your eyes to new things. An old spinster sees an elderly couple holding hands walking down the street and she can't help but think that could be her. Or a man sitting in a restaurant with his mistress and he sees a woman who looks just like his wife sitting lonely at a table alone and realizes the consequences of his actions. I believe this moment in particular is about a man who doesn't have a family of his own and he sees what he has/is missing out on. Perhaps he's gay and only now realizes what he could have had, or maybe he just didn't want children and his girlfriend or fiancee broke up with him, and he sees that this could have been his life and a part of him regrets not taking the oppertunity.

So this brings me to ask, have you ever had a moment where you see something that could have been yours and you suddenly regret, either for the first or the hundredth time, that your choices took you away from it?

I have. Actually quite a lot. But the main thing is when I'm downtown waiting for the bus to arrive and I see a group of friends laughing and having fun. I can't help but think that, maybe if I would have been less shy or struck up a conversation with a loner girl I thought looked interesting (she wore kitty ears and wrote constantly) then maybe I would have a good friend or two that is close to home (literally). I don't take my long-distance friends for granted but sometimes it's so different talking to someone through an online messenger rather than to their face. So, here is mine. If you have one you'd like to share, by all means, share away! As many as your heart desires! :D

P.S. that poem was written by Misha Collins, aka Castiel on Supernatural. :D

Okay, well...I'm not really good at hello's so...hey, yo, hola, konnichiwa, and shalom. I have absolutely nothing interesting to blog about, so it won't hurt my feelings in the least if you rolled your eyes and clicked to the next blog listed in your friends.

So, there I was lying in bed in the middle of the night/early morning, eyes wide open and blood boiling. No, this was not me playing slide and go seek with myself, it was my damned cat scratching on my door wanting out. But she can't because she doesn't realize that the second I my door would open, she would become instant Alpo. Kitty mignon (I think I may have ordered that from the Chinese restaurant down the street once...:?).

Anywho, back to the non-topic topic. So I'm laying there, freezing my ass off, and I just say screw it, I'm getting up. I look at the clock, it's three in the morning (and after watching Exorcism of Emily Rose, I am especially paranoid about this time...). *Sigh* Damn, what to do now...oh, I know! I'll work on my Big Bang (Livejournal Challenge) fic :D. For the past week or so I've been working on the second draft (first draft is about 27 thousand words..) but I've only got like two-ish chapters done. I'm lucky if I finish a single page a day. This wouldn't be so frustrating if my entire future wasn't pretty much riding on my writing, as well as the fact that writing is my passion and when kept from it, this writer gets a little cranky.

So sitting here all wrapped up in my robe and blankie, Mazzy Star's 'Into Dust' playing on repeat in the background, I open up the document and let my fingers start typing. Now, I expected only to get like one scene done, maybe two if I was really feeling it. So, imagine my shock when I finally get done for the day (at around eight in the morning) and I have about five or six scenes!! Even things I didn't know I was going to write! I just sat and let the ideas flow and I was happy and eager and excited and...DAMNIT!!!! Now I know why I have had a hard time writing lately. My best writing time when my ideas and motivation is at their peak is in the wee hours of the morning. It's still nice and dark out; the house is quiet because Mom's not home yet from graveyard and Dad's watching tv quietly in the living room (he rises with the chickens); but I'm not tired because I've just gotten a good, half-nights sleep!

I guess the only positive thing about this (well, aside from actually finding a time when I'm able to write) is that I have a built in alarm clock. It's fuzzy, gray, purrs, and has a tendancy to tap me on the face at night if she feels I'm neglecting her by not playing with and/or petting her while in my sleep :D. So this was today.

Hmmm...what other pointless things can I tell you lot about? Oh, I know. I just finally got around to watching that movie American Beauty the other day. I thought it was going to be like something along the lines of American Pie, or at least Crush. But this movie had some real depth to it. I loved everything about it. I especially got kind of emotional when it was revealed that the seemingly homophobic military vet father was really a supressed homosexual. Actually I may have teared up a bit. And that part with the bag. If only we all could see the beauty in simplest things in life like that. Maybe there'd be no war or violence...*clicks on lighter* What if God smoke Cannibus!

Anything else? *Wracks brain* Uh...I think that's it. I'm totally waiting on the edge of my seat for the new episodes of Supernatural to air and OH!!! Okay. Well, my mom isn't big on paranormal/supernatural stuff. She is/was a Christian (one of the brain washed kind). I've pursuaded her to sit and watch like one or two episodes from each season whenever I bought a box set, but she was kind of bored with it and was anxious to get back to her life. Well, I was yet again surprised when I coaxed her into watching Lazarus Rising and she actually wanted to sit and talk about it afterward AND even agreed to watch two episodes a week with me :D. That benifits us both because it gets her (okay, and me) away from the computer and spending time together, which we hardly do. And it gives me a chance to share my favorite show ever with her. Even more surprising was when my DAD actually sat and watched two episodes with us this week (Are You There God and In The Beginning). He actually kind of liked it, when he's been saying it's all demonic and wicca and stuff! So, I have my hooks in them and I'm now attempting to reel them in. I think I pretty much have my mom because she keeps reminding me our Supernatural day (thursdays, naturally) is coming up :D. Yay!

Okay, I've run out of pointless things to bore you about, so it is now time for me to bid you all a good night/day. TTFN, Tah Tah For Now. :D

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Wow. And I do mean wow. This year has gone by so fast. While going through it, I felt as though my life was just a big ol' pile of nada. And I still feel that way kind of, but in rectrospect I know I've done some fantastic things this year.

First big thing was I turned eighteen!! It wasn't exactly like I'd imagined. Back when I was little, I used to imagine what it would be like to be an adult (didn't we all? :P) and I always thought eighteen meant I'd be graduating high school and going to college to persue my dreams. Life never works out that way, does it? Here I am, still living at home, jobless, a high school drop out, and no college in the near future. But the time I've had without any of these has brought me something that none of those possibly could have. When you've got nobody to impress you learn to only impress yourself. Now with the knowledge of who I think I am (I'm sure it'll change or I'll find out I have no idea of who I am once I'm out in the real world, just like everyone else) I'm ready to set out on my journey into life.

The next big thing was, I got to meet my girls AND meet most of the cast of Supernatural at this years Chicago Con!!! Though it wasn't quite like I'd expected (that would be too easy) I still had a blast and would do it all over again if given the chance. There I met Jared and Jensen, got to watch an episode with my homies Mandy, Merina, Em, and Paley! And even got to get drunk with Mandy and Merina too (which was my first time actually getting drunk)!! :lol: So yeah, that was a total blast. Though I still really have no clue what happened on Sunday. I was dead with no sleep for forty-eight hours nearly. BUT!!! I do remember the fun time I had. Especially waiting in line all night long for J2 and having a smoke with our wonderful Lizz and Engel :D.

And the final thing I did this year for the very first time...no, not that :lol:...I got CRUNK!!!! :lol: I've been kind of drunk before but never the full on pass-out have no idea how you got to where you are drunk. I had a lot of fun...okay, until the burrito encore began, but still. And I will never be able to drink strawberry vodka ever again :D:lol:.

So no, I'm not where I'd hoped I would be at my age, health wise or education wise. But this was my hermit stage in a way. I was studying my tarot yesterday and I learned the very interesting story of the Fool's Journey. We all have this journey in one way or another. So okay, I may not ever reach The World, but the journey is sure to be full of some great and terrible times and surprises. So I go into this new year into the world as The Fool did, excited and full of hope, and ready to face everything that'll come my way. Hopefully by this time next year I will have become healthy (aka lost weight) and found a job. I need a job!!! :cry:

To get through the hard times and even the good, I think I'll pop open a beer. BRING IT!!!

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*The next morning*

Sorry I haven't been updating my blog, or keeping updated with other people's blogs. I've been in one of those funks where I just can't seem to write anything (unless it's on the forum or something). So...yeah. Anyways, it's that time of year again!

I, for one, am excited. This is the first year that I don't know what I'm getting! Everyone in my family has such a big mouth, we always find out before it's time to get them. Anyways, the point of this blog is to let ya'll know that I will be sending out Christmas cards to my friends (aka you guys) next week but I need your mailing addresses. So send it to me in a PM, as soon as I write it on paper I'll delete it from my inbox as a safety measure, and hopefully it'll get to you in time :D. Happy Holidays!! WHERE'S THE EGGNOG?!? :P

Finally!! I got my eager paws on Lamb by Christopher Moore. What a GREAT read!! Easily my favorite book. I have to write a review for it! :D:D There are some slight spoilers in here, so beware.

Lamb, The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal

Now, I know what you're thinking. "Who the hell is Biff and why should I care about Jesus' childhood friend? I don't even believe in Christ!!" or something along those lines. Dudes, I'm telling you this as a bitter former Christian who is now an atheist, this book is NOT a bible sermon. It's not preachy, nor is it full of holier than thou crap talking about how perfect Jesus was and how we're all sinners. Not even close.

As those who have studied the bible know, Jesus' life was only written about when he was born and around the time he died. That's like a thirty year gap. So what Christopher did was take the most influential person to have ever walked the earth, who has been so documented about (or at least aspects of them) and gave him a real personality. And, as the title suggests, it's all recounted by his best friend Levi who is called Biff (he got the name Biff because that's how they described getting smacked on the head, which his mom said he required daily haha).

But you're still thinking "Okay, so what, he preached to a bunch of people, knew everything, was perfect, then he died. Big deal. Who cares? If I wanted to read that, I'd go to church or something." Again, this is not that kind of book. And Joshua (Jesus, but they call him Joshua) isn't perfect. This entire story is about him trying to figure out who he is, what he's supposed to do, and how he's supposed to do it. In the beginning, he even has some doubts that he's the Messiah. And he's not without human emotion. He fell in love with Mary "Maggie" Magdalene (not depicted as a prostitute here). But he knew he was supposed to stay celibate, so he didn't indulge in his desires (though it's really funny when he's trying to have Biff teach him about sex by making him explain things while being with hookers haha).

And then there's Biff, the stories narrator. Risen two thousand years after his death by the angel Raziel (who wants to become Spider-man and is obsessed with soap operas, thinking they're totally real), he learns he's been brought back to write another book of the bible to account the story of Christ when he was growing up (from about the time they were six to the time he died). So, being held captive in a motel room with the Angel and nobody else to talk to but Jesus, their...(sorry, forgot the name, the guy that gets stuff for you and brings you food and stuff in the hotel). Anyways, so he's held there so he can write his story.

I know I said this before, but I'll say it again, especially now that I have the whole picture. All you Supernatural fans would instantly see the parallels between this story and the Winchester brothers. Even down to their personalities.

The similarity that stands out the most is the core of the story. A boy who is trying to figure out his destiny and his best friend who helps and protects him. And their personalities are so much alike, it's scary! Joshua is the book worm. He loves learning, is sedate, and is more of a thinker while Biff is more outgoing, horny, sarcastic, did I mention horny? :lol:, and he's a smartass. Dean lovers out there, he has our boy written all over him!! :lol:. Not to mention Dean's most important aspect: his protectiveness and loyalty to Sam. In fact, this is summed up in this quote from Biff:

"Since I could remember, my friendship with Joshua has been my anchor, my reason for being, my life; now it, he, was running toward destruction like a storm-driven ship is to a reef, and I couldn't think of a thing to do but panic."

And towards the end, he takes on even more of Dean's traits as he tries to save his best friend from his fate. It's so heartbreaking, the ending. And I'm not even talking about the crucifixion. In fact, there's hardly any detail of it. I mean, there is, but it's not like The Passion or anything. It's all from Biff's point of view, and because he couldn't bring himself to watch, neither do we.

But don't think because this has heavy overtones that it's all seriousness and angst. Not even close. I laughed my ass off so much at some things. The author wrote this so well that I could see the scenes taking place in my head like a movie (in fact, all I kept thinking was I have to make this into a movie someday). And it makes it even funnier because you can just see it happening and it's funny. Here's some of my favorite quotes:

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(Raziel has just brought Biff back to life)

"What are these sounds, these words?"

"You have been given the gift of tongues."

"I've always had the gift of tongues, ask any girl I've known. What are these words?"

"Languages. You've been given the gift of languages, as were all the apostles."

"Then the kingdom has come."

"Yes."

"How long?"

"Two thousand years ago."

"You worthless bag of dog sh!t," said Levi who is called Biff, as he punched the angel in the mouth. "You're late."

The angel picked himself up and gingerly touched his lip. "Nice talk to a messenger of the Lord."

"It's a gift," Biff said.

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(Biff is talking to a Greek man whom they along with his dad are building a house for. He wanted them to help carry his statue into the house.)

"No," Joshua repeated. "We will not."

"Right, you leprous jar of camel snot," I said.

Joshua looked at me, sort of disgusted. "Jeez, Biff."

"Too much?"

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(Biff was trying to get Raziel to leave the room so he could take a peek at the bible. So when the Angel asked Jesus to go get him a copy of his soap opera digest, Biff said:)

"Oh my, Jesus, he has asked if you would like to feel the power of his manly nakedness." (btw, Raziel can't understand spanish)

"Is he crazy? I have a wife and two children."

And then Biff tells him to act offended, spit on him, and cuss. So Jesus is like:

"You f*ckstick!"

"In spanish," I said.

"Sorry, I was showing off my English. I know many swear words."

"Well done. Spanish please."

"Pendejo!"

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"Yep, I love all the little children of the world, you know?" said Joshua.

"Really?"

He nodded. "Green and yellow, black and white."

"Good to know - Wait, green?"

"No, not green. I was just f*ckin with you."

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(About getting attacked by bandits)

"We don't need lances," said Joshua. "I will not make a man sin by committing an act of thievery. If a man would have something of mine, he need only ask and I will give it to him."

"Give me the rest of your money," I said.

"Forget it," said Joshua.

"But you just said-"

"Yeah, but not to you."

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(Biff needs to find out if this dude Balthazar is getting freaky with Joshua haha)

I considered the words of Sun-tzu, which Joy had taught me: Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby, you can be the director of the opponents fate. So after considering strategy carefully, running and rejecting the various scenarios in my head, working out what seemed a nearly foolproof plan, and making sure the timing was perfect, I went into action. That very night, as I lay in bed and Joshua in his, I called forth all my powers of subtlety and mysteriousness.

"Hey Josh," I said. "Balthazar sodomizing you?"

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(Talking about a yeti :lol:.)

"It's a yeti," said Gaspar from behind me, obviously having been roused from his trance. "An abominable snowman."

"This is what happens when you f*ck a sheep?!" I exclaimed.

"Not an abomination," Josh said. "Abominable."

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And one I was repeatedly amused by was, after helping a guy who lived in a pit (which was MUCH to Biff's chagrin), they went to live with John the baptist while Joshua learned how to preach. So you can imagine Biff's reaction when he saw where they'd be living for an entire year. Three words.

"It's a PIT!!!"

:lol:

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(Josh asked God why people are evil)

"All men are evil, that's what I was talking to my father about."

"What did he say?"

"F*ck 'em."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"At least he answered you."

"I got the feeling that he thinks it's my problem now."

"Makes you wonder why he didn't burn that on one of the tablets. 'HERE, MOSES, HERE'S THE TEN COMMANDMENTS, AND HERE'S AN EXTRA ONE THAT SAYS F*CK 'EM.'"

"He doesn't sound like that."

"FOR EMERGENCIES," I continued in my perfect impression-of-God voice.

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Okay, last one. It's from around the ending. It's kind of sad.

I watched from the walls of the city as they led Joshua to the road that ran by the hill called Golgotha, a thousand yards outside the Gennath Gates. I turned away, but even from a thousand yards I could hear him screaming as they drove the nails.

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So see, this has some great humor (that wasn't even all of it. All I have to say is old, wrinkled, toothless lady lmao) and is just genuinely a great story. If you take these religions (namely Christianity and Judaism) real seriously, then maybe this book isn't for you. But for the light at heart wanting a humorous, adventurous, and eventually really sad story, then this is the perfect book for you.

BTW, I have one more thing to say...

RUUUUUUUUUUUN FORREST, RUUUUUUUN!"

:lol: Sorry, Dean doing that made my night haha.

Welcome back, folks.

Rachel's Movie Of The Day

I'm pretty flexible in my music tastes. The joy of growing up with older siblings who take care of you most of the time is getting to listen to their music. What happens when your sister is not only into RnB and hip hop, but also mexican music? It eventually rubs off on you. One of my favorite was the hispanic singer Selena. Guess what! There's a movie about her, Selena played by Jennifer Lopez (don't worry, they only used Selena's songs for the movie.) Here's the back:

"The nuts and bolts of the irresistibly danceable music called Tejano are pop, rock, polka, R&B and latin influences. To millions of fans there's another vital ingredient: the dynamic singer Selena. Selena is the vibrant story of the Grammy-winning singer whose life ended at its creative peak. Pulsating with Selena's voice on the soundtrack, the film is powerfully authentic. In the title role, Jennifer Lopez captures the warmth and electricity of a beloved entertainer."

What I really like about the movie is it doesn't show her public life, but rather the things we didn't know about. She was a girl pretty much forced by her father into the music business along with her brother and sister (Her brother played the guitar and wrote most of the songs and her sister played the drums). And it's about how she was willing to give that all up for the man she fell in love with (another guitar player in the group.) It's very sad. I reccommend it. Even if you don't like mexican music, it's really a great story for everyone.

Rachel's Fanfic Pics Of The Day

Let It Be by paperbkryter

"Following Dean's sojourn into the past, we learn that there is more to Castiel's involvement with the Winchesters than meets the eye."

This was really good. I love this author. And I love Castiel. Kind of City Of Angels...well, okay, not really, but it sort of reminded me of it. Still a wonderful read, though.

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Three Strange Days by paperbkryter

"During the episode Faith Sam spends three days scouring the internet. So what was Dean doing during those three days? A little soul searching maybe? Contains spoilers for all three seasons."

Again, she's such a great writer. I loved this fic. Nothing specific really, just a great read.

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My Brother's Keeper by TraSan

"A fluffy, brotherly schmoop, Wee!chester fic. Sammy's lost. Dean's determined to find him."

This one really makes you pout and saw "awwww" teehee. Read!

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Rise and Fall by paperbkryter

"The Winchester cycle of self sacrifice continues. Dean survives Hell and goes on to live a full life, but just when he thinks he can let down his gaurd, a new threat arises and he must pass the torch to a new generation."

Oh my God. I LOVED this fic. It's a future fic obviously, but it really just...ugh. I cried!! Haha.

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What The Hell by Dark Ambition

"Oneshot crack!fic thingy made out of pure boredom. Dean gets bored and Googles his name, only to find something horrible and shocking. "What the hell is Wincest?" Dean questioned."

LMAO!! It is crack, as she/he said, but it's funny. Good laugh.

Rachel's Youtube Pic Of The Day

Those who know me and have been reading my blog for a while knows I have a kitty named Jenny. I've had her for ten years and I love her to death even though she's a pain in the ass (not exactly the cuddliest cat). But sometimes, as with most if not all cats, she has her moments of stupidity. You know, stretching and rolling off the bed, missing the windowsill, almost having a heart attack over dirt (long story short, she now avoids rugs :lol:.) So here's a little nifty video showing the funnier side of these furry little critters whom we love :D.

Rachel's Dirty Joke Of The Day

This joke isn't exactly dirty, but I thought it was funny and I can totally relate!! Haha

This joke is a little long, but worth it for those who like unexpected endings...

A man is walking through his house when he is surprised to see that his daughter's room is all neat and tidy with the bed made. Curiosity makes him go in, and he finds an envelope on the bed with "Dad" written on it. The man open the envelope to find a letter:

"Dear Dad,

Don't be surprised when you read this letter. I just had to say goodbye. I am eloping with my boyfriend, Randy. He is a really nice guy. I just HAD to leave with him. He is really sorry for doing it this way, and wishes that he could meet you once before we left, but we can't. Anyways Dad, I'm sure that when you meet him (if you do), you'll like him; even with his Goth-type and gangster-****clothes, and even though he always smells of beer. But Dad, it's not just that. I'm pregnant, and Randy says he wants me to have the baby. I'm sure we'll be fine, even though Randy's caravan is a little small. But, he has his own opium garden and all, so we'll always have plenty to eat and sell. I know that Randy has other girlfriends, but I'm sure he'll always be faithful to me in his own way. Meanwhile, let's pray that they find a cure for AIDS, 'cause Randy sure deserves it! I'm 15 years old now, Dad. I know what's good for me. Don't worry, I'm sure that after reading this letter you'll have a sense of how secure I am with Randy. Maybe we'll get to visit you before we leave the country to escape from the smuggling police (to which Randy says he has no idea why they are behind us.)

Love,
Rosie"

On the bottom of the page, the man sees PTO. With trembling hands, he turns the letter over and reads:

Rachel's Song Of The Day

Me and My Charms

You can come back when you want to
just know that I'll be here
I haven't left this step
and when the lights go out
I pick the angel up
I only have two hands...

Is she here? is she here right now?
drive her off; don't bother to call
I'm checking out today...

Me and My charms
When I kiss the angel I have a taste of you
When I take the angel I have a piece of you
I have a piece

You can come back
I haven't left you yet
and when the lights go out
I pick the angel up
I only have two left feet
All I have in my hands, me and my charms

When I kiss the angel I have a taste of me and my charms
me and my charms down on the ground
You can't leave me now
I haven't left you yet

Performed by Kristin Hersh, I got this from the Foxfire soundtrack. Great song. It comes two versions: acoustic and strings. I prefer the acoustic personally. I've thought about what the meaning could be. I wish I could have been in her head when she wrote this song. It could be about her girlfriend leaving and maybe they have a child or something? Or the angel could be a drug or something. I don't know. It interests me. Here's the link to the song (on playlist.com) just click play on the first one listed.