I'm Rachel Goodman. Welcome to my world. I'm currently 16 (November 28th, 1987) years of age, and goto a little old Highschool called Conestoga. After much thought... I decided that I should have an ACTUAL bio instead of a ton of pictures and quotes. So, if you scroll down after I finish typing some shizzle... you'll find the best of the best... the stuff that I couldn't bare to part with. :-D
My journal is friends only. However, if you happen to goto my school and somehow feel curious enough to WANT to read my journal, just E-Mail me (email@example.com, firstname.lastname@example.org, or email@example.com... I check 'em all lol) and I'll see what I can do for you.
Now that a lot of people from my school are getting these, hi guys! lol... and.... yes, my random username isn't as random as it seems. I love may. And I'm a big fan of Gilda Radner. :-D ...And my old LJ name was MindfullyRachel just because I liked the ring of it. So... I made one using that type of format with two different things that I felt were a part of me because I liked them.
Oh.. and.. lastly. I have a boyfriend. His name is Jimmy and he's awesome. He's an artist and that rocks my socks. :)
CLAIMS -Gilda Radner/Gene Wilder/Hanky Panky in the Claim_the_70s community -All of the Beatles German songs in the Beatles_claims community
Rest in peace John Ritter!!!!! Before 9/11/03.... he was the funniest media actor alive!
No worries... things in my journal are mainly pg. The WORST it could get is pg-13. So there you are.
"Haha, my first entry: I HATE STEVE BURMAN. I could be typing for HOURS!!!!! Stupid Steve!" -Alyssa -Steve Burman = OKAY friend, HORRIBLE boyfriend
"Chris Farley just breaks my heart. His face, his voice, his laugh... how he took everything way too far. And his brother's eulogy at the end of the show totally killed me. He took "the Clown's Prayer," which I guess someone wrote a long time ago for clowns, and turned it so that every sentence was about Chris
A Clown's Prayer
As I stumble through this life, help me to create more laughter than tears, dispense more happiness than gloom, spread more cheer than despair.
Never let me become so indifferent, that I fail to see the wonder in the eyes of a child, or the twinkle in the eyes of the aged.
Never let me forget that my total effort is to cheer people, make them happy, and to forget, at least momentarily, all the unhappiness in their lives.
And in my final moment, may I hear You whisper, "When you made my people smile, You made me smile." --Author Unknown"