ZOMG, SUICIDE!

Yeah, still not dead over here!  I feel like ranting -- the past two days have been bitches to me, and I'm pretty pissed at the moment, so right now, I'm at my prime, so to speak.

Alright, this begins with a dream I had last night.  Well, actually, it begins with my pathetic excuse for a day on Wednesday when I fucking wanted to slap some random dude and tell him to fuck off just because I was THAT pissy.  First, I was stuck in a different STATE the whole damn day with complete silence and a rude-ass who didn't know what respect was.  OH OH, and if that wasn't bad enough, I come home to watch Idol and see that *DAVID COOK* WON!  Damn, that just really set the shit off.  I voted fucking 700+ times for Archuleta just to beat my friend's record, and, of course, I did.  By 50 votes.  So...yeah.  Not the point -- the point is that the past two days have been SO shitty it's not even FUNNY.  So, last night, I had a crazy dream.  And now I shall begin a new paragraph to tell you of this dream.

I was in this weird...place.  With phone booths, I think.  So there was some shaggy-haired blonde dude that was as religious as all get-out, but for some reason, I got along with him in my dream.  Well, I know for a fact this was a dream, because...I TRIED TO CUT MY FUCKING ARM OFF WITH A FUCKING RAZORBLADE.  And it was BLOODY...and NASTY.  And I had to live through it cause...well, it was a dream.  Anyway, so...my arm was pretty much gone because I was trying to commit suicide for some shitty fucked up reason.  This dream was probably brought on by the shitty day I had and the shitty feeling I went to sleep on.  Anyway, so Religious Boy pretty much saved my life in the dream by telling me suicide was wrong and all that shit.  Told me I mattered and I was important.  You know...fed my ego.

This is why this was a dream.  In real life, I despise suicide with a passion and think it's the "easy way out."  Not only that, but it's a cry for pity.

Oh, so then, I have this certain friend who will remain unnamed who hinted around at suicide.  I swear to God, I'm so sick of hearing people talk about "blowing their brains out."  If it's gonna make you happy, don't tell me about it -- JUST DO IT.  I wouldn't feel bad if you did.  Honey, if it's gonna make you happy, knock yourself out, but don't tell me to get pity because I do NOT give these people pity.  They piss me off to absolutely no end, and I could go on and on and on and ON about this and never get tired of it, but you get the picture.

I mean, seriously, if you were REALLY serious about committing suicide, why are you gonna tell the whole world so they can stop you?  Hm?  Do you WANT them to stop you?  Uhh, of course you do!  You wanna see who cares and who would hate to see you leave the earth.  Well, honey, I hate to inform you, but if you want pity from me, you're not gonna get it.  You'll get a gun or knife or whatever you wanna use from me because I am just THAT dedicated to helping you out.  Seriously.  It's not the ones that actually do it that tick me off as much as the ones that WHINE about doing it.  The ones who actually do it have screwed up their own lives, but the ones that are whining to me about doing it are also bringing ME down, therefore, it becomes my business.  Get over yourselves, get your choice of weapon, and knock.  Yourself.  OUT.  If it's gonna make you THAT much happier, maybe you SHOULD just do it and get it over with.

Rant ended.  I don't even care if I get bashed at this point.  I feel much, much better. =)

Valentine's Day

We haven't done a show in forever.  Well, we're still alive!  Yay!

Lot's happened.  Well, with me, anyway (Rachel).  I almost died, so I went to the doctor and was informed that I didn't almost die.  Instead, it is apparently normal for adolescent girls to nearly pass out.

If you're a guy, go fuck yourself stupid.

Outside of that, I have finally taught myself how to do substitution in Algebra for systems of equations.  My proudest moment this year.

I do have one question, though.  I'm going to hopefully be a writer or a journalist, so when would I ever need to know:

6y + -23x = -45
x - -17y = -23x

?

Oh well.  I'll do what I have to do to get past college.

So, anyway, back to my original...whatever thing.  I feel a Valentine's Day rant coming on.

5...4...3...2...1...

WHAT IS THE POINT???

Alright, I'll admit it.  I don't have a boyfriend and I have never really been into Valentine's Day.  (But I will also admit that I do love chocolate.)  However, I can find several flaws to this holiday.

1) Commercialization
Ah, the dreaded seventeen-letter word.  I think.  Anyway, I see Valentine's Day as nothing more than a holiday for candy makers, Build-A-Bear Workshop, gas stations, and flower companies to make a fortune off of love-stricken idiots.  Keep your teddy bears, flowers, and balloons to yourself, but give me the chocolate.  But, by all means, don't only give me the chocolate on this day alone.  I want a lifetime supply of chocolate.  Fuck yeah!

2) It Sends The Wrong Message
Shouldn't you appreciate "that special someone" all year around?  Alright, I understand that we, as humans, will get busy and this is a special day set aside and blah, blah, blah, but I find it ridiculous that "happy couples" wait until Valentine's Day to give each other gifts and make a point to show their "significant other" just how much they mean to them.  You should show them all year around.

3) Cupid
Quoted directly from Wikipedia: "In Roman mythology, Cupid (Latin cupido) is the god of erotic love and beauty."  Don't know why, but that makes me laugh my ass off.  Plus, lately here, Cupid's aim has been a little off.  He keeps making people fall in love with folks of their same sex.

Three good reasons right there, in order.

I'm off to go find some chocolate.  Fuck yeah!

A Mini Rant

I feel the need to do a little mini-rant since I am currently a tad bit pissed off.

LET ME TELL YOU WHAT.

I am SO fed up with the public school system.  As if it, as a whole, isn't bad enough, they have to be all QUEER on us when there is five inches of snow outside.  It took them until 7 AM to finally call school off!  What the fuck?!  Alright, I don't even go to public school, so I shouldn't even give a damn, but SERIOUSLY, let these poor fucking kids sleep in!  They should've known that it wasn't going to magically stop snowing when the forecast called for 1-3 inches of snow OVERNIGHT!  And the 2-hour-delay shit was just that: SHIT.  WHEN IT SNOWS AT 25 DEGREES OUTSIDE, ALTHOUGH IT MAY HIT THE GROUND AS WATER, IT WILL FREEZE WHEN IT GOES DOWN TO 10 DEGREES AT NIGHT, YOU STUPID QUEERS.  And temperatures weren't going to go above freezing today; above 25, for that matter!  YOU STUPID MORONS SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THE ROADS WERE GONNA BE TREACHEROUS AND COULD NOT BE DRIVEN ON BY YOUR BIGASS, GAS-HOGGING SCHOOL BUSES!  You stupid...dipshits!  I am SO glad I'm homeschooled; I thank God every day that I chose to diss the public school shit this year.

MOVING ON.

It also irks me when they close public school, yet they expect job holders to drive to work, despite the foot of snow on the ground and the layer of ice underneath.  WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?  If you call off school, that USUALLY means the ROADS ARE IN TERRIBLE CONDITION AND SHOULD NOT BE DRIVEN ON REGARDLESS OF WHO YOU ARE, UNLESS YOU ARE A SALT TRUCK.  And I'll tell you the whole theory behind this.  Sneaky little bastards.

Notice how they usually still make the teachers report to school even when they close it.  They just let the kids have a day off.  What is the difference between teachers/working folks and children who need transportation to get to and from school?

THE MAJORITY OF THE CHILDREN ARE DRIVEN TO AND FROM SCHOOL BY A *COUNTY* BUS.  LAWSUIT MUCH?!

These sneaky little bastards know if they don't cancel school on a snowy/icy day, there's a good chance that the bus could wreck and even harm/kill the kids on it.  CAN YOU SAY COVERING YOUR ASS FROM A LAWSUIT?!  The teachers and working class DRIVE *THEMSELVES* to work, therefore, they cannot be sued if they wreck and kill themselves.  The helpless children, however, are usually transported by a COUNTY/SCHOOL-OPERATED BUS, therefore, they can get sued if any children are harmed.  Oh, and they would get a bad reputation.  Oh dear.

And there you have it.  Just another reason why I love not having to deal with the stupid idiots that run the public school system.

Broadcast #6

Broadcast #6. Hollllaaaaa!  This show was hosted by Rachel (me) and Rachel; N.S. and Lee weren't able to co-host with us (insert AWWWW here).  Oh, and it's the new year.  Just 4 more years till we all die!  Yow!  New Year's Rockin' Eve show thing was a rip, mostly because Blake Lewis was, once again, hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean and he was also humping Cat Deely who didn't seem to mind it too much.  But you know what?  I'm over it!

...back to this show.  This show features Rachel & Rachel, who rant like no other and are better than your mother.  We pretty much recapped all the major events that happened last year and what we hope to happen this year (yeah, we recorded the show two days ago).  So this is the last show of '07 *cries*.  Oh, we also ranted.  *shifty*

Radio Daze on Xanga: www.xanga.com/radio_daze

Mine and Lee's MySpace: www.myspace.com/radio_daze723

Click HERE to listen to this week's show!

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Vertical Horizon, razorblades, hair that does that flippy thing like that guy from that band can do, or anything/anyone else mentioned in this rant.  GHETTO!

THEME SONG CREDIT: Taken from Clumsy by Fergie.

Lyrics to today's featured song: Echo by Vertical Horizon

Chorus:
Echo, echo...
We come and we go, whoa
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...

Everywhere I go, there's something that I really need
Everyone I know is someone that I want to be
Even though I don't really know me.
I better pick it up before I let it slip away
Better stick it out before I take another day
Into mouth. Every single word I say fades out...

Chorus:
Echo, echo...
We come and we go, whoa
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...

Can I open up your eyes only when the clouds break?
Can I feel alive even though the world shakes every night
Here in my quiet satellite?
Can I hold you close till we're out of focus?
And everything I know, I don't even notice
When it all falls through. I'm here and I hear you...

Chorus:
Echo, echo...
We come and we go, whoa
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...

Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Cause I need to just to reach you.
Can you hear me coming clearly?
Am I hollow? Just an echo?

Chorus:
Echo, echo...
We come and we go, whoa
No I don't want to be just another
Echo, echo...

Chorus:
Echo, echo... (Do you hear me?)
We come and we go, whoa
No I don't want to be just another (Do you hear me?)
Echo, echo...

It's just another day
And every single word I say fades out...

Broadcast #5

Broadcast #5. Alright, so yeah, we did a show last week, but it was boring beyond fucking belief.  So, Lee and I made our big comeback this week while playing MUSIC CUES while Daniel (shadowstrife3117) and the donut-headed, crack-selling cop RANTED! OMFG1111!11~!%^&*^%$~~~!!!  I'll play the music cues louder next time... oh, and by the way, the slight buzzing is from my phone.  Woops.  Lolz.  Um...what else...oh, SORRY I'M SO LATE AT UPLOADING THIS!  We created this show last Friday, but the file was too damn large and I didn't even think to split it up till someone suggested this idea.  How stupid lolz.

My editing sucked on this one.  OH WELL lolz.  The show was too damn long!  Sweet Jesus, I don't HAVE THAT MUCH TIME!  ...*looks at how long this disclaimer is...*

ENJOOYYY!

And remember: UNICORNS ARE REAL!

Send all hatemail to:
www.myspace.com/xxrachelxrazorbladexx

AND

www.xanga.com/shadowstrife3117.

Radio Daze on Xanga: www.xanga.com/radio_daze
Mine and Lee's MySpace: www.myspace.com/radio_daze723

Click HERE to listen to PART ONE.
Click HERE to listen to PART TWO.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Blake Lewis, Sanjaya Malakar, unicorns, Avril Lavigne, or any type of book or electronic device associated with learning how to speak whorrishly. I also do not own anything/anyone else mentioned in this "rant." I am just ghetto like that. Also, no actual offense was meant in this "rant."

THEME SONG CREDIT: Taken from Clumsy by Fergie.

MUSIC CUES: All music cues belong to their respected owners.  This includes, but is not limited to: me (for singing Girlfriend very crappily), Jessica Simpson, Jason Mraz, Amy Winehouse, Blake Lewis, CARRIE UNDERWOOD!, Robin Thicke, Evan & Jaron, Sir Mix-A-Lot, Leetrice, Justin Timberlake, Rob Thomas, Britney Spears, Sanjaya Malakar, and Cascada.  Credit to Laura Blue (who was feautured in Give It To Me) for teaching me to talk in a whorrish/seductive voice.  Credit to me and Laura for the whorrish outbursts.  Oh, and to Blake for: "Flip-Flip-Flip it like that, baby!  Turn over, what the f--, LIE ON YOUR BACK!"

All burps belong to Lee and I.  All the girly laughing belongs to Daniel.

"OHHH HE'S SEXY!" LMFAO.

Lyrics to today's featured song: End of the World by Blake Lewis
First act, I wake up to find the hope
To see you simply staring back at me
Still, there's only emptiness calling.
To break the dream I once believed,
Now I'm scared that this reality
Is much too heavy for me.
I'm too weak to be strong
I can't be the only one
Holding on till the day you find me, so...

[Chorus:]
Meet me at the end of the world
I'm waiting
Meet me at the end of the world
Please save me
This could be the place where we start the rest of our lives (rest of our lives).

Meet me at the end, the end of the world
Meet me at the end -- of the world.

You found the place I hide within
Like you see right through my skin and my heart
To see I'm hopelessly wishing
You can forgive all my mistakes
Take them back and just erase all the wrong
And let our future get brighter.

I'm too weak to be strong
I can't be the only one
Holding on till the day you find me, so...

[Chorus:]
Meet me at the end of the world
I'm waiting
Meet me at the end of the world
Please save me
This could be the place where we start the rest of our lives (rest of our lives).

Meet me at the end, the end of the world
Meet me at the end -- of the world.

Till these shadows disappear
I still wait to find you here
Still I'm haunted for the moment I feared, oh
Never forget what it's like to surrender in your eyes
Holding on till the day you find me, so...

[Chorus:]
Meet me at the end of the world
I'm waiting
Meet me at the end of the world
Please save me
This could be the place where we start the rest of our lives (rest of our lives).
Meet me at the end of the world
I'm waiting
Meet me at the end of the world
Please save me
This could be the place where we start the rest of our lives (rest of our lives).

Meet me at the end, the end of the world
Meet me at the end -- of the world.