tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130396642011-08-12T14:49:25.149-04:00I am being forced to write this blog by Marla. I hate blogs.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745100381408923972noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13039664.post-1116611719113715092005-05-20T13:53:00.000-04:002005-05-20T13:55:19.113-04:00Well I'm really bored right now waiting for Julia to finish up at the lab so we can go to Pennsylvania. We were supposed to leave at 1 and its almost 2. (<em>Aside: Does anyone really care about this?) </em>Julia lives in Sheatown, or Shantytown as I call it, which is a little town 2 hours from Philadelphia. Her family owns an awesome Cajun restaurant called Marty's Blue Room which has the best food in the entire world. I swear if I was ever anywhere remotely near Pennsylvania, I would go out of my way for the chance to have a meal there. Anyways Julia and I are going down to visit her family and relax for the long weekend. It will be a lot of fun, if we ever get out of the lab...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13039664-111661171911371509?l=pooponblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745100381408923972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13039664.post-1116557136158624332005-05-19T22:40:00.000-04:002005-05-19T22:45:36.163-04:00As you may have read above, I dislike blogs. I am only making a blog to please my friend Marla. She thinks blogs are great but really I think they're dumb. I mean who really cares what happens in my life. Honestly. I really hate it when people spill all the details of their lives into the emptyness of cyberspace, thinking that maybe someone out there will read their crap and actually care. I don't expect anyone to care about the details of my life, so I'll try my best to leave all personal baggage out of this good for nothing piece of literary garbage.<br /><br />By the way, if anyone wants to learn to play the piano, Marla's the best. She forced me to type that sentence much like she is forcing me to make a blog.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13039664-111655713615862433?l=pooponblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12745100381408923972noreply@blogger.com2