It's getting chilly.

I am enjoying this music video. Click here to view.
I was introduced to this lovely song when I saw this dance on So You Think You Can Dance dance dance dance. Click here to view.
Ahhhh. I am suuuuch a sucker for these videooos!
Sing. It. Girl.

Anyway,
It's 7 AM and I can't will my eyes to close any longer. Thus, the blogging.

It's getting colder outside. The evenings are anyway. I can't believe summer is coming to an end. It has come and gone so quickly. I didn't do anything outstanding this summer which I'm fine with. I have enjoyed sunsets and spending time with the people I love. Awh. Tender, I know.

I watched Eat Pray Love last night. I liked it but it was way too long for my 3 year old attention span.

Uhhg. My abdominal muscles are sore. Thanks yoga. Ahhh I haven't been this sore for a long time. It feels goooood.

I think my newest phase might be wearing lipstick. The last time I rolled a lovely shade of amber rose (That's the color name on my tube of lipstick) across my lips a lanky guy enthusiastically told me (complete with a Z formation snap) that I looked like I walked out of a magazine. Sooooo why wouldn't I wear it!
Thanks lanky guy for the best worded compliment ever!!

Speaking of phases, I stumbled across my high school year books. Oh wow. You wouldn't believe the phases I went through.
Sophomore year I was still figuring out my style and what jeans fit me annnnd a bazillion other scared sophomore things and ended up with a girly-confused-polo shirt-bad pair of corduroy pants-wearing mess of a girl. Yeah, that's a phase.
Junior year I phased into a semi hippie-semi monochromatic-semi athletic-semi stolen from the drama department's costume shop something or other. You can tell how dashing I must have looked by how easily that rolls off your tongue.
Senior year I did a I don't care I'm an athlete-frenzied-blue jean-casual jacket-wearing-easy going thing.
And now, I don't know what kind of phase I'm in. But I do know that I am a cardigan lover. Big time.

My leg is doing better. My tummy is doing better. My tooth is doing better. Sooo I guess I'm a little boring these days.
Oh wait! I AM moving to California in a couple months. I am excited and nervous. Holla to my familia in California. I am already tearing up thinking about being so far from friends. BUT it's one more chapter in my book. And I like that.

These are a few of MY favorite things...

• When my glands aren't swollen... That was me whining.
• Facebook stalking bridal and wedding pictures. I especially love looking... stalking... their wedding rings. It must be because mine is so cool... Go Brett.
• Rainbows.
• No shoes.
• Curly hair. I'm talkin' ringlets.
• Little ones. Sooo cute.
• Nutella on toast.
• Swimming. Awh. Kami and I went swimming the other day and I felt alive again.
• Having my hair brushed.
• Good smelling things.
• When jeans fit perfectly.
• The way driving distances longer than 15 miles makes me ponder on important things.
• Making new friends.
• Being with old friends.
• Friends.
• Cold pillows.
• Lotion.
• Laughing until I cry.
• The way my dentist sings into the suction.
  
• The laughing gas at the dentist.
• Music. Juwee reminded me of that on her blog. I sang this is choir. Click here for a feast for your ears.
  

It's been a while.

Picture uno:
Juuuust in case anyone is thinking Wow, Rachel is such a cool girl. I want to give her a gift that she will love forever and ever... That gift would be a topaz ring. Yes, it would be. I used to have an awesome ring that had an amethyst and topaz gem that delicately wrapped around my finger (I thought it was so cool and those gems are mine and my love's birthstones... and I'm a werido so that's when I knew our love was fate. Kidding.) But I lost it. Boo. I've been Etsy browsing for months and I keep running into topaz loveliness.
I am a size 6 and a half. Juuuusssst sayin...

Picture numbero dos:
(Look at my bilingual awesomeness)
This is a picture I have shared already but... oh well. I like it. This is my dad boxing. Go daddy. I share this picture again to express my love for a necklace with boxing gloves on it that I may or may not have purchased not exactly fully conscious. Whoops.

(And trust me... I'm not going to buy a topaz ring in my sleep or anything. This was a one time impaired only purchase...)

Random walk down memory lane:
When I was younger I thought I was too cool for trick-or-treating on Halloween. But I was however, cool enough to walk my little dressed up self three blocks away to partake in a magical experience. A lady every year for Halloween made homemade doughnuts and warm apple cider for the trick-or-treaters. Brilliant woman. Brilliant. I could eat those warm doughnuts until my tummy could hold no more. I haven't had a doughnut for a long time. Soooo maybe a doughnut will suffice instead of a ring? I'll leave that ball in your court...