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[28 Sep 2004|09:15pm]
[ mood | crappy ]

I broke my lower leg and my foot.

That’s not fun.

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ramble ramble [17 Sep 2004|09:43pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Why must George Lucas insist on messing with the masterpiece that is Star Wars? The world may never know.

So my first week of classes went pretty well for the most part. I got my theater class – WHICH IS AWESOME – and that has really been the highlight so far. Today, I spent four hours in the theater. What beats that?

First rehearsal for the England exchange is Tuesday. I can’t wait. It’s just a bummer that my partner, Alexandra, hasn’t written back/returned my phone calls, since I finally figured out where in the word (or England) she lives.

I broke my computer chair yesterday. I am quite proud of my self. Well, it’s not really ‘broken,’ but I ripped the leather down the middle of the seat. So I found my trusty modge podge, and glued it back together. Now it’s kind of sticky to sit on, but hey, it will work. Once it dries, that is.

Only a week and two days until my birthday. It’s a good thing, because I have a craving for cake.

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reminder [12 Sep 2004|09:36am]
[ mood | cold ]


Someone remind me to join that national writers thing-y in November? Okay? Will you do that? Merci. Because I could write it on a post-it-note, but considering I can’t find the post-it-note that I wrote last night reminding me what I have to do today, and chances of my writing JOIN THE WRITING THING-Y and having me find it in November are quite slim.

Classes resume tomorrow. Ick.  

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short straws [11 Sep 2004|10:48am]
[ mood | mischievous ]

I’m at work right now.


Work sucks.


...Like a straw.


Anyway, I wrote this yesterday to please the masses that have been pestering me since last summer. I don’t really like it, but then again I don’t like anything after I am done writing it.


Only six more hours until I get to go home!!! YIPPEE!!!!  [/serious sarcasm]


I am seriously contemplating setting something aflame. Only three people have come in, and we've been open since nine. I AM GOING INSANE IN THIS STORE.


It's like cabin feaver. But it's not, because I'm not on a ship. I'm in a jewelery store. So it's jewerly feaver. Yeah. That's it.


I need a diet coke.

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arrrh [09 Sep 2004|06:35pm]
[ mood | gloomy ]

12 entries x 300 hundred French words = 3,600 French words
June 1 + September 13 = more than enough time to strategically write each entry
June 1 – September 13 = slacking off time
 3 days x 3,600 words = Rae in deep guava

Can you say DOOMED?

It really shouldn’t be that hard. I just have to sit my self down and do it. but Joey premieres tonight! I can’t tear my self away from that…

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once upon a time in new york city [07 Sep 2004|12:39pm]
[ mood | drained ]

Reasons why I couldn’t live in New York City
1. I have a fear of heights, which would restrict me from traveling above the fifth floor in any building
2. I don’t smoke and/or drink
3. I don’t like public transportation, like subways and buses
                a. Nor taxis
4. I’m too polite. When I bump into someone, I say I’m sorry. In NY, no one really does that
5. I don’t know Spanish
6. I get suck in revolving doors
7. I got a small chocolate milk one day, and it cost five bucks. FIVE BUCKS. I can’t be buying five-dollar glasses of chocolate milk. I barely have enough money to buy a one dollar glass of chocolate milk.
Reasons why I could live in New York City
1. You can get lost very easily. That’s a good thing
2. Lots of theaters and museums
3. Jamba Juice. They make the best smoothies in. the. World. And they’re lot fat and good for you, too.
4. Famous people. And famous things.
5. Good food.
6. Something is always happening all of the time.
7. it’s fun.
I am so tired, it’s not even funny.
I saw Avenue Q, which I thought was totally hysterical. It’s the new Rent (But with Puppets!), and I am definitely part of the Avenue Q cult. I think we’re getting jackets.
Wicked was good. Actually, it was better than good, it was great. I liked it so much I can look past the fact that the second act had nothing to do with the book at all, and the ending is totally different. The music was amazing though, and we had really good seats. So you know, everything worked out fine, and I got a t-shirt. (We, refers to Kate and I, who I dragged along with me. you don’t think that I was going to go ALONE, did you?)
We also saw the Producers, which was just as hysterical as Avenue Q. The guy who played Leo was very good looking. It’s too bad that we were in the third to last row, and it wasn’t like I could jump on stage or anything. Yeah, our seats for that show sucked.
Kate and I just hung out, basically, walked around, bough stuff from non-English speaking people on the streets, and we went to the Today Show yesterday. Mom said that she saw us. Kate is frantically waving to the camera; I’m sipping my coffee. Ah, what a way to spend my three seconds of fame.
Oh. Also, be jealous. I met Joey McIntyre.
…from New Kids on the Block?
Come on, tell me you remember him. I know you do. And he was the only famous person I met, so be jealous.

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bon voyage [02 Sep 2004|08:02pm]
[ mood | excited ]

This morning, I decided that I need to take a vacation.

So I got online, searched some websites, determined that I don’t have enough money to get my self to Disney World, so I’m just going to have to settle for the next best thing:


I’ve got to catch a train early tomorrow morning, even though trains freak me out. So do large crowded public places, subways, buses, street vendors and people who don’t speak a speck of English.

But hey, other than that, I should have a pretty good time :)

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[02 Sep 2004|11:13am]
[ mood | cranky ]

Life = busy

Me = stressed

Work = no fun


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found [30 Aug 2004|11:33am]
[ mood | contemplative ]

I haven't died.


I've just been...busy.

So don't send out the search dogs, or start putting my picture on milk cartons. It would be no use. I'm right here, silly. :)

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sit and think [22 Aug 2004|05:36pm]
[ mood | hungry ]

I think I’ve finally managed to get my sleep pattern down once again. Last night, I actually fell asleep before eleven, and you have no idea how excited that made me.

The concert was amazing. Totally rocked. I actually had good seats, but everyone around me was drunk. Tell me, why would you go to a concert and get drunk? You aren’t going to remember any of it in the morning then. And trust me, I want to have John Mayer inscribed in my memory forever.

I don’t know how my pictures are going to come out. The camera phone works…but not as well as I hoped it would. They are kind of blurry, and I really have to enhance them. But that’s okay. It gives me something to do later.

I’m quite hungry. Maybe I should get some supper.

Or you know, I could just sit here for a while staring aimlessly at my screen, hoping that I will break into show tunes sooner or later.

Started my anatomy work today. I almost started crying when I saw what the first chapter is entitled: Chemistry comes alive with Anatomy! Subtitle: Why Rae is DOOMED.

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alive and well [20 Aug 2004|03:18pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

I’ve been home for two days. I got back late Wednesday afternoon after a day of driving. You would think that I would be all rested and relaxed and back on my normal schedule by now, wouldn’t you?

The thing is, that I am not nearly back to normal. I am about as far from normal as possible right now.

See, the thing is, that I am totally exhausted. I haven’t gotten more than six hours of sleep for the last week, excluding last night since I slept until eleven this morning. I haven’t been eating normally, either, and I am dizzy, have a constant headache, and I feel like I am going to puke.

But want to know something? I had one of the best times of my life.

Heading up, I wasn’t looking all that forward to the camp. I mean, it’s called Camp Sunshine. Usually when I hear the word Sunshine, I run in the other direction as fast as I can. But, after an hour up there, everything I thought was quickly discredited, and I had an awesome time.

I would love to explain every little detail about everything that happened, but I just can’t do that, now or ever, really. I can’t remember everything that happened. It’s all a big blur in my mind. My trip feels like one extremely long day. Sure, certain things stick out in my mind, like having six eight year olds chase me around the playground with a hose, and being pushed into the lake by David, but other little things have just fallen into the bigger picture. As time goes on, I think I’ll remember them. Once I get my pictures back, I’ll certainly remember a lot more than what I do now.

Sitting here, I can barely keep my head off of the keyboard. I am so exhausted. I had to sleep on a futon for five nights. That doesn’t sound so bad, considering that I’ve slept on a futon before. But a BORKEN futon? Not so fun. And the girls that I was rooming with had to be up at six since they were working in the kitchen. Even though I was woken up about an hour too early, they did all leave, leaving me free reign of the shower for the morning, which I fully enjoyed.

The six days up there really did change me. I got back, and everyone has been like, Rae, what is with you? I think it’s the fact that I was with these kids, perfectly happy and fine kids, with this life threatening disease. It really hit me hard the last day. I made friends with an older boy, Zack, who’s eighteen, who has Fanconi Anemia. I’ve already talked to him since I got back, and we are defiantly going to stay in touch.

Next year I am defiantly going back. I have to. Same week and everything. I am so attached to these kids already, it would be really hard for me not to go back again.

But yeah, I would love to drone on and on, but this was really just to let you all know that I wasn’t kidnapped and carried off into Canada, and/or attacked by a moose. The thing is, that even though I am totally whipped out and ready to collapse, someone (that would be me) has concert tickets (that would be for Maroon 5 and John Mayer) and they (meaning Lin and I) REALLY REALLY REALLY want to go.

So… peace out?

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moose [12 Aug 2004|05:47pm]
[ mood | ditzy ]

So tomorrow I leave. One week out in the woods. Okay, that’s a fib. I won’t really be in the wood, technically. The camp is actually a resort that has camp like facilities.

And that made no sense, even to me.

Okay. What I’m going to be doing is leading a bunch of six to eight year olds for the week (I wanted arts and crafts, but since I have a little sister that is eight, they gave me the little kids instead). The camp is actually a retreat for children that have Fanconi Anemia, a blood disease that causes limb abnormalities and them to be tired a lot. There is a lot more, but I’ll be briefed on that tomorrow morning when I show up.

It’s at some old hotel, but they have turned it into a place for families to go and stay for the week. I’ll be sleeping in the counselor’s dorms, which aren’t as nice as the hotel rooms, but hey, it’s better than sleeping outside. When I first heard the word, camp, I kind of freaked, but then I was reassured that it is just called a camp. At no point will we actually be down and dirty with nature.

The only thing that might make this experience, well, a little bit rocky is the fact that I am sharing a room with two of my friends. One of my friends and I are really close. Rebecca and I are the only two (half)Jewish girls at school, actually, so we bond over matzos and what not. But my other friend, Meghan? Well, I haven’t had a pleasant conversation with her since…oh, April?

You might say that we had a little falling out period. Yeah. Like I haven’t even talked to her SINCE April.

So this week could, and more than likely will, be exciting.

I have about five bags of just FOOD, and then two more duffle bags. I mean, I’m only going for six days, but if the hurricane does hit…well, Camp Sunshine might just turn into Camp Hurricane.

But now I must finish packing. I need to remember to bring shoes. Last time I went away, I forgot all about shoes and had to spend the week with one pair of sandals. Yeah, that wasn’t too much fun. </span>

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so true... and scary [12 Aug 2004|10:30am]
[ mood | amused ]

The sad thing is that all of these are trueCollapse )

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war trail [11 Aug 2004|09:53am]
[ mood | awake ]

Yesterday, I had work. I work at a jewelry store. I have for the past four years. Trust me, I would have looked for a job else where, but my dad owns the silly place. So I’m forced to work there summer after summer after summer, and then at Christmas and then during the summer.

It sucks.

It’s not that I don’t really like jewelry, I mean, what girl doesn’t like jewelry? I just HATE selling it. The thing is that I have no idea what I am talking about. People come in looking for GIA certs, and semi-mounted bezel sets with emeralds, and I just go, “Whu?” I have no idea what I am trying to sell. Most of the time I just do watch repair, because I taught my self to do that. I can do batteries and all that good stuff; so if you ever need a battery, call me.

Right. So when I am there at the store for maybe, oh, more than five hours? I start to get cabin fever. There is only so much you can do in a jewelry store, and I’ve practically done it all. Most of the time I work nine to six, that’s nine hours. It’s DEATH. So my the fifth hour, I’m wearing all of the platinum jewelry and dancing around the store singing the Yani music that is on, since my dad is trying to go for a ‘new-age’ feel. I’ll give you new age. New age is when you let your daughter work at Barns & Nobles, where she REALLY wants to work, because you get good discounts on books.


Yesterday I wasn’t really happy. And then my dad spring this stand out on me, and told me we would be there for an hour tops. Three hours later, I staggered home, totally drained and exhausted and craving chocolate. I did meet this kid named Jon at the standout, and he was pretty cool. We talked for a while, and then he gave me his screen name. At first, I was like “what am I supposed to do with this?” and then I clicked, and I went, “oh, got ya.”

Since I was on the warpath yesterday, dad decided that I needed to see a movie. The listings showed a nine fifty of the Bourne Supremacy, so I was all game for that. We get to the theater, and turns out there is no Bourne Supremacy at nine fifty.

It was at this point that my day couldn’t have gotten any worse, and if there were some sharp pointy objects near me, I more than likely would have thrown them.

We went and saw I, Robot instead. It was just starting, and all we missed were the previews, but I was still bummed because that’s the best part of any movie. Other than that small set back, the movie was good. It was sort of like a Will Smith Minority Report, and I love that movie. Shia LeBeuf was even in it, making the movie even better. So my day ended well. When I got home at eleven thirty, I was all happy and wish that I had been in that kind of mood earlier in the day, like right around lunchtime.

Today I’ve got to pack. I’m leaving Friday to volunteer at a camp for a week, so that should be good. Actually, that’s a lie. I am not looking forward to this AT ALL. I am still trying to figure out why I signed up for this. So what if I can get all of my community service hours in this one week? I would much rather be doing that at the library.

The only thing that is going to get me through this next week is the prospect of seeing Mr. John Mayer and the wonderful Maroon 5 when I get back. If only next week were now.

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:\ [10 Aug 2004|04:59pm]
[ mood | pessimistic ]

I have officially decided that I don't like jewelery.


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spiderwebs [09 Aug 2004|11:52am]
[ mood | rejuvenated ]

There’s a spider web in one of the windows in my room. It’s not technically IN the window, but on the outside of it, the other side of the screen, really. But because of this fact, I’m a little afraid to open my window. I don’t like spiders; they freak me out. So for the past week or so, I’ve had my window shut. This isn’t necessarily a good thing, because I only have three windows in my room. One of them now has a spider in it, the other has an air conditioner and the third is the only one I can open. It’s gets really stuffy in my room really quickly.

Anyway, this spider web. I’ve tried to get rid of it a few ways. First, I tried to scare the spider away. I started banging on the glass, trying to startle it into falling down the two flights to the ground. That didn’t work. I then got a squirt bottle, and tried to spray the spider with water and get rid of it like that. That was also a failed attempt. With the angle that it’s in, I couldn’t get the water to hit it, and I swear I saw the spider sniggering at me because of all I was going through just to get rid of it.

I alerted mom to this, and told her that I just want to get rid of it. But I’m not about to stick my hand out there and swat it away. Mom said that she would get to it at sometime, but not right now. She claims that she has too much on her plate as it is, and if I so want to get rid of the spider, I’m a big enough girl to do so.

Dave even offered to get rid of the spider web and spider for me, but I have a problem with letting him into MY room. I mean, it’s not like…well, I’m not sure. Never mind. But I don’t want Dave to get rid of the spider. He only scared the crap out of me the other day when he knocked on my door and asked if I could come down and help him with the computer. And he was just standing outside my room. So…yeah. I’m just muttering now, really.

So the spider web remains in my window. Instead of totally shunning away from it, and being all “Ew, a spider.” I’ve kind of taking a liking to the thing. I know, it’s strange. But since it’s on the other side of my glass, I can easily look at the spider without it lunging at me like Shelob and wrapping me in one of its webs. It’s just a small spider, not a huge one, but I do have to admit it is a fascinating little creature.

If only it was radioactive and transferred it’s spidy sense to me…

I can see it’s little fangs. Well, they aren’t really little. It’s more like “WHOA. That’ things got TEETH.” Or fangs. Whatever you want to call them. It’s also got this little point thing on the other side of its abdomen, and I don’t know what the heck it is.  Its legs are furry, just like a giant tarantula, and it’s actually killed a few bugs and I can see them wrapped up at the other side of the web.

Maybe I should make friends with this spider. Start calling it Charlotte, and see if it can write “RAE NEEDS MONEY” above my door way, so then as my parents walk by, they can go, “Hm, Rae needs money.” And then give me some.

Yeah. That’s what I’ll try and do.

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horoscope [08 Aug 2004|06:31pm]
[ mood | impressed ]

Dude. This is freaky

Gryffindor Libra: Gryffindor Libras will be a little bit more circumspect than other members of their House; the Gryffindor tendency to act first and think second will be moderated by the Libra tendency to weigh all options carefully before making a decision. Emphasized to an extreme will be the Gryffindor obsession with justice. Libras are the natural judges, lawyers, and police of the Zodiac, often more concerned with what is fair and just for all than what is merciful for the few. Expect a Gryffindor born under this sign to be an outspoken defender of underdogs, and to stand up for their beliefs more vociferously than the average Libra (Libras are usually too polite to say something that might risk offending other people). All Libras have the potential to become Aurors, because of the strong drive for justice, but the Gryffindor courage makes people of this sun sign who were sorted into this House more likely to become Aurors than people of other signs and Houses.

That is so me, it’s not even funny.


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humor [06 Aug 2004|07:32am]
[ mood | awake ]

I think it's really funny that the guy who is going to play Voldemort also happened to play J.Lo's luuuv in Main in Manhattan. I mean, could they have planned that any better?

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sleep deprived [05 Aug 2004|05:01pm]
[ mood | groggy ]

I hate feeling tired and groggy. I actually got more than five hours of sleep last night (it’s really more like ten hours, considering what time I got out of bed this morning), but I am still dragging my feet. It’s like I’ve got this weight pressing down on my shoulders and it’s telling me to climb into bed and take a nap. Now it’s too late in the afternoon to even take that nap, because with my luck I’ll do that and not fall asleep tonight.

Last night, I had the strangest dream. I was going for a road test for some reason, and the cop in the car was my third grade teacher. She kept on asking me why I was getting my license – again – and I told her that I needed two just in case I lost one. So we are driving around town, but I can’t see out of the back window because the puppets from Avenue Q are sitting in the back seat complaining that I am going too slowly. Finally, I pull into a pizza place, and we all get out and go for grinders. Yes, not pizza, grinders. The puppets, my third grade teacher, and I.

I have to start going to bed earlier.  

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reason [04 Aug 2004|01:53pm]
[ mood | thirsty ]

Another reason to see Princess Diaries II:

Callum Blue.

No, he's not a crayon. He's Mason in Dead Like Me. Good show, even better Mason.

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