Rachel Chase
Social
Relationship Status
Single
Highschool
Siegel
College
MTSU
Favorite Music
rock, classical, pop, foreign, Ayumi Hamasaki, Gackt, High School Musical, HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR, Evanesence, Queen, Drake Bell, Muse, crossfade, Three Days Grace, My Chemical Romance, Lindsay Lohan, Krystal Meyers, Adam Pascal, Jesse McCartney, Disciple, Barlow Girl, Switchfoot, show tunes, Les Miserables, Side Show, Spamalot, The Who's Tommy, Miss Saigon, RENT, Aida, Lestat, We Will Rock You the musical, West Side Story, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, Jekyll and Hyde, The Phantom of the Opera, etc.
Favorite Movies
High School Musical, RENT, Mean Girls, Never Been Kissed, The Phantom of the Opera, The Emperor's New Groove, Napoleon Dynamite, Drop Dead Fred, She's the Man, Interview with the Vampire, The Chronicles of Narnia, Memoirs of a Geisha, The Island, Dirty Dancing Havana Nights, anime, Sailor Moon, Kronk's New Groove, The Ringer, the Work Office Safety video, Moulin Rouge, Jaws, Cold Mountain, etc.
Favorite Books
Bible, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, The China Garden, Grendel, etc.
Today
August 29 2005
So, today i finally get Margery back! yay Margery! anyho, phuse box rocks my face extremely! i can even get to it from a computer at school! yes! anyho, u guys like my profile pic? ya see the grape? do ya? lol i kno, itz amazing! speaking of amazing, Good Burger is amazing! itz where i got the grape thing from
"look! i'm grape nose boy! bloobidy bloobidy bloobidy!"- Ed
"How cool would it be to be a Smurf? sry... just a thought..."- Aaron
yeah, so this is a random poem Rae #2 and i found at Creme Caramel (when it was cool):
in him
today moves...with the rain...falling...catching...blue dots...on my work shirt...
does he hear me...always...and yet there is no one here left standing...but me...
just beyond the bend of my fears...he waits...arms open...hes in the quiet voice...
the home...that my spirit remembers...but my flesh detests...
why is this battle...and who am i to him...only he knows...and wants to show me...
to cut way the gory disfigurements of my life...that lust threw me into...he is pure...
holy...died for me...and the truth is like a hammer...only when i am listening...who
is listening...when everyone is longing...to the right voice...hes there...and here...all
around you...right now...beautiful...and i am so full of myself...thinking love is an
expression of self...when it is only an expression of him...thinking love is received...
when i am at my best...but he is ready with love...when i am at my worst...and i am now...
as bad as ever...and he is still there...waiting...with a frown or a smile...with arms crossed
or arms open...i am not yet sure...and only will be...when i let this go...the door open...and he
is no longer waiting...but all around me...in such a way....that he is all there is...the life...
i've always wanted...in him...
whos voice is it...there are only two...its not always you...taking the next step...
its being driven or being led...and let you always be led...by the hand that loves you...
pretty cool huh?
"look! i'm grape nose boy! bloobidy bloobidy bloobidy!"- Ed
"How cool would it be to be a Smurf? sry... just a thought..."- Aaron
yeah, so this is a random poem Rae #2 and i found at Creme Caramel (when it was cool):
in him
today moves...with the rain...falling...catching...blue dots...on my work shirt...
does he hear me...always...and yet there is no one here left standing...but me...
just beyond the bend of my fears...he waits...arms open...hes in the quiet voice...
the home...that my spirit remembers...but my flesh detests...
why is this battle...and who am i to him...only he knows...and wants to show me...
to cut way the gory disfigurements of my life...that lust threw me into...he is pure...
holy...died for me...and the truth is like a hammer...only when i am listening...who
is listening...when everyone is longing...to the right voice...hes there...and here...all
around you...right now...beautiful...and i am so full of myself...thinking love is an
expression of self...when it is only an expression of him...thinking love is received...
when i am at my best...but he is ready with love...when i am at my worst...and i am now...
as bad as ever...and he is still there...waiting...with a frown or a smile...with arms crossed
or arms open...i am not yet sure...and only will be...when i let this go...the door open...and he
is no longer waiting...but all around me...in such a way....that he is all there is...the life...
i've always wanted...in him...
whos voice is it...there are only two...its not always you...taking the next step...
its being driven or being led...and let you always be led...by the hand that loves you...
pretty cool huh?