so, in the interest of finally updating this thing, it's time to play the what's-happening-in-rachel's-life game.
player 1: is obsessed with making friendship bracelets. they're just so pretty.
player 2: is in the midst of finals week, and just took her french exam. it was ah-mazing.
player 3: is writing this blog and dedicating it to stephanie, who is even more ah-mazing than the french exam and has also never been mentioned in a blog before (and just to clarify, stephanie is not s-la)
player 4: is desperately trying not to start writing until she's done attempting to study.
now, i'm sure you're all wondering which player is the winner of this little game. the correct answer would be e. all of the above. since i have faith in all of you, i'm just going to say that you all guessed correctly and move on to the prizes.
which are piccys! yay! and for once they aren't from flickr.
so this is stephanie, who is the dedicatee of this post. and has very nice arms. and also bracelets, which she made.
and this is the bracelet that i'm making for her right now. it's about an inch and a half longer than that now. i'm thinking after i finish this one i'm going to try and make one of the ones with a heart-shaped pattern, or this double zig zag type that i saw on google.
is going well. nessie is basically the most emo child ever. i'm growing quite fond of her and her angst and her watching jacob and bella's lovely adulterous escapades. it's insane. here, have an excerpt.
( angstangstangst )
in other news, i got a hair cut. and took off six and a half inches. and i'm officially going to be a design editor next year for the yearbook. which has led to me going to yearbook camp on some week or the other in july.
also, my french exam featured ernest hemingway leaving the spanish civil war to meet two jewish boys fleeing paris for le zone libre. in other words, my future tense composition turned into crossover fanfiction between hemingway and our short storyl'etoile jaune. yes, i have issues. hopefully i'll get an a?
well, i am supposed to be doing my calc review packet, but who needs math, right? instead i'm working on my twilightbigbang fic of epicness, and it even has a title now, which is unusual just because i can never seem to title anything; usually i just wait until i'm done writing and control+f (or, well, command+f, i guess, since i have a mac now and they really could've left the keyboard the same) an interesting word or else i hit my poetry bookmarks and use the first relevant line that i like (see: this, and this, and this).
well, the outline on my epically epic twilight fic is complete (finally!). it's kinda mutated since i first thought up the concept. for one thing, the outline is four pages, front and back, in my best handwriting (done with a fountain pen and royal blue ink) because we were at a hotel when i started and all i had was the replacement pen and ink i'd just bought for my calligraphy set. also, not only will there be french canadians, there will be french canadian preteen boys. hitting on nessie. and nessie's 'hot older sister', bella - who, incidentally, i've decided is the worst mother ever. and it shows. this fic is basically going to be the 'all the ways bella swan fails at parenting' story, except with a gooey center of adulterous j/b goodness. and possibly a feminist nessie. am considering posting excerpts later, y/y?
update on project contact: i can now put them in and take them out in one try (and, when taking them out at least, without a mirror). why, yes, i am excited. in other news, my twilightbigbang project is taking shape. i am sensing a fail!baby/jacob/bella/eddiekins rectangle of angsty pointless love. it will be EPIC. and possibly feature inappropriate biblical references. and maybe a trip to quebec. i don't know my muse has been very, very active blame her for the chaos.
i'm reading the screwtape letters by c. s. lewis now. what's ophelia the ipod playing? beau fixeby coralie clement qui j'adore.
i have a french speaking quiz tomorrow. as a consequence i've been frantically practicing the lovely french r sound. my mother recently informed me that i sound like a dying cat while i do so, so i figured that was an indicator that more practice was necessary.
in other news, the story idea i've been playing with is starting to come together plot-wise. thank my muse, viola. she's been working overtime - and quite randomly. one idea is for the first pure fantasy i've ever considered writing and the other is for a post-apocalyptic society with vaguely religious undertones.
prom, by the by, was incredibly fun. i can now run, walk, and dance in four inch heels. whodathunkit?
Wing on WingFandom: Twilight/The Dark Knight
Nothing. That's what I own. If I was SMeyer...well, let's just not get into that, 'kay?Summary: "I called you a bad stalker. That's not exactly an insult."
This is kind of crazy and completely un-beta-ed, but it more or less ate my brain so I'm posting it now anyway. Title from "Dream of a Blessed Spirit" by Yeats.
I've been thinking of doing a companion to this, too - a chaptered (-gasp- non-one shot Twilight fic? Inconceivable!) fic from Bella's POV with bits and pieces that take place before and after this story.
So, after reading this
today, I was so inspired (and, also, tickled pink at the fact that the main character and I share the same name) that I put off studying for finals and dashed something off. Tell me if you like - or if you think anything of it at all, actually. Concrit always welcome.
Title: Glory, Glory, Glory
Disclaimer: So incredibly not mine. Also, title and end quote from Dylan Thomas.
Word Count: 1968
Summary: Her car is already speeding along the road, his words lost in the dust behind her.
Notes: Probably terrible, since it was written between my two hardest finals (oh, calculus, french, why must you torture me so?). Much thanks to the wonderful ophelietta
for her amazing, fic-inspiring work - which, as some of you may know, has been a big issue with me lately.
Title: The World is Moving (I'm Standing Still)
Disclaimer: Je n'ai rien. Which is French for Meyer owns.
Pairing: Edward/Piano, and various others
Word Count: 2,799
Summary: Lazarus, come forth.
a/n: Title from The Weepies. This is un-betaed, so feedback is much appreciated.
Just three short drabbles about Charlie post-change.
Busy on my fic for twilight_tables
. It's taking forever, especially since I took that job babysitting. The kids are pretty awesome, but I haven't watched so much Disney in ages. Hence, my Life With Derek fic (which is my new favorite show...until House comes back on.)
And I don't. Of course, until now, I hadn't particularly liked writing oneshots, either. I blame Jacob. Title
: Triangles With Linear Qualities Fandom:
Jacob, Bella, mentions of EdwardSummary:
This could be a Dr. Seuss book.Notes:
Honestly, I have no idea where this came from. Just....try and enjoy it. Or at least not run away screaming.