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26th-Jun-2009 01:40 am
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 so michael jackson is dead. and i never thought i would feel this sad about it, because he wasn't to my generation what he was to my parents', but...it's strange. even though i wasn't around for the jackson 5 or the thriller video's premiere or his mtv heyday, i never really noticed how much he still influenced my life. all of our lives, really, because isn't that really what fame is about? the ability to see and be seen and have this huge impact on people just for, well, existing? and he did more than that - he made music, influenced more artists than i can probably name, and had his name slapped onto scandals and bad jokes and tabloid covers. it's late. i'm tired. but i just felt like i had to say this now, before i go to sleep, because i know that when i wake up tomorrow this won't feel as raw as it does now. i hope that, wherever he is, he's in peace. 

and here's a link to the original video:
16th-Jun-2009 03:13 pm - bloggy time
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  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. 
[community profile] twilightbigbang  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? 
10th-Jun-2009 12:11 pm - in school.
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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).

7th-Jun-2009 07:31 pm - mmm, inky
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 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?

7th-Jun-2009 10:46 am
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a lot of people have wondered why i never wanted contacts - well, today i present to you the best reason ever to avoid contacts (or, a story from rachel's saturday night)

our lovely protagonist (moi) happens to be very fond of mac's lash-defining mascara. you might even go so far as to call it her best friend. but, in the tradition of all sexy best friends (hello lex luthor, we miss you) it went bad. how? well...

all of those lovely mascara-aided lashes got stuck to my left contact. so i, of course, went with the reflex of brushing/rubbing them out of the way. and when that didn't work, i (being a very resourceful protagonist, none of that wishy washy bella swan nonsense up in here) attempted to take my contact out. in the car. in a maryland parking lot at 11:30 at night. 

unfortunately, no one warned me (oh that evil ministry of magic contact wearing, why must you keep the public in the dark?) that these favorable conditions won't persuade the contact to magically jump onto your finger. so the contact stayed put. and mascara the evil bff caused Severe Itching in the eye area. mon dieu, what was a girl to do?

well, the natural course was to rub the eye in question vigorously. which i did. and then my contact ripped in half. in half. and i couldn't even tell if the other half was still in my eye or not. 

so, after several badly lit public restrooms, many, many restaurant patrons wondering why on earth the insane girl kept touching her eye and going "ohmygodohmygodohmygod", and a very rushed trip home (surprising sans ticket, but only because we explained to the police officer and he let it slide), we got home. 

and then i spent an hour staring at my eyeball in a giant mirror and trying to figure out if the contact (well, half...let's call it halfie, shall we?) was still stuck to my eye and how to get it if it was -- why yes, this period did feature a panic attack, my mother was most unimpressed. by the end of the night we concluded halfie was no longer on my person and so i went to sleep. 

but then came morning, all three hours ago (for me). and my eye still felt strange. so after more rubbing (can you tell i was the little kid in preschool with both hands like permanently glued to her face?) out popped halfie. i'm not sure if i was more horrified or relieved. relieved, for obvious reasons. horrified because a. i'd heard all the sleeping with contacts horror stories and b. because if it'd been in all night and we couldn't see it, where the hell had it been?

and so ends the story. i hope you tell it to all your children in the grand style of horror stories everywhere. don't forget the flashlights, blankets, and appropriate exclamations of pure horror. 

in more happy news, i spent most of yesterday at meggo's, helping her friend get ready for prom. my makeup skills were put to good use on her at least. who knew i could line someone's eyes without killing them?
1st-Jun-2009 10:24 pm
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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. 

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. 

flickr picture of the day: comme des enfants

in other news, my [community profile] 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. 

prom, by the by, was incredibly fun. i can now run, walk, and dance in four inch heels. whodathunkit?
29th-May-2009 08:20 pm - i can see clearly now...
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well, not now that the rain is gone (it's not, in fact it's still pouring outside and the weatherbug radar has the entire county covered in a solid block of red), but now that i have finally given in and gotten contacts. you know, those things i said i would never get (i am highly disturbed by the notion of placing anything on my eyeball, especially my own fingers and not excepting small bendy pieces of plastic). however, after years of mocking me for my inability to join the ranks of the corrective lens wearing masses, my own mother issued me an ultimatum - she wasn't going to pay for my second prom dress if i was determined to "ruin the effect of everything" by wearing glasses. and so, to the eye doctor i went. 
i am now on day two of this whole adjustment period business - specifically, i'm almost out of hour 2 of 4 for the day. so far, i've been convinced that i was going to go blind - in reality, i put the left lens in inside out, dripped lens solution into my eye because i couldn't find eye drops and my eyes are so dry it felt like the sahara had moved to my eye socket, and put my finger on the lens seven times and moved it around just because it looked so weird. 
and in the midst of all this excitement, i decided i'm going to blog my way through this experience. i've been neglecting this thing in the name of homework (the gods of gpantheon will not be denied), so i might as well get back in the hang of things. 
also, last night, i stayed up til 3 doing a project on fallacies for lang. here's the customer testimonial, i think you'll enjoy it.

what's playing on my ipod right now? c'etait salement romantique by coeur du pirate they're really good, and i'm trying to listen to more french music because a. the language is gorgeous and b. i have a test on monday that is supposedly 
ridiculously difficile, so it wouldn't hurt to prepare
what am i reading? the killer angels by michael shaara. actually, it's a reread (and for a reason - it's one of the best books i've ever read, and one of the few war books that i'll read for the battle descriptions and logistical information as much as the characters). i just finished incantation by alice hoffman. it was gorgeous and painful, just like all of her novels. i wish i had her flair for prose; everything she writes, every detail, every choice of syntax and scene, just flows. it's a little magical, to tell the truth. and more importantly, her writing has...oomph. it hurts, in just the right way. if you haven't read her books, start -practical magic is probably my favorite, but any of them will do. 
and it wouldn't be right if i didn't end with the usual pretty piccy from flickr. this one's called, appropriately, let there be light. isn't it gorgeous?
18th-May-2009 05:33 pm - oh. em. gee.
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so, i'm taking a break from rl/plotting my [livejournal.com profile] twilightbigbang  fic/trying to not get sucked into yet another smallville fic to bring you this Very Special Announcement:

i have a new ipod. it's shiny (well, only the back, which is a lot less shiny than my old ipod was) and black and silver and it holds 120 GIG. 120. all those movies and tv shows and season passes that i so shouldn't have bought and did? can now totally fit on there. i...i think i might be in heaven. 

i'm not gonna lie -- right now, i'm pretty sure i have the best parents ever. 

and, since i know a lot of people on lj have kids of their own and are probably doing what my parents do on a daily basis - tearing their hair out and screaming "where did i go wrong?" jkjk - i have these words of advice: materialism never goes unrewarded. support the economy! and your kids will support you. ^^

(in all seriousness though, that's about 15 dogs i no longer have to walk -- thank god)
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so, since i'm bored, and leaving for college interview hell tomorrow morning (early! why? i am so not a morning person), i figured i'd play the ol' put-the-ipod-on-shuffle game and upload the first five songs that came up. dare you all to do the same. 

take me to the riot (stars)
i'm not you're boyfriend baby (3OH!3)
moonshadow (cat stevens)
adelaide (anberlin)
whiskey lullaby (brad paisley ft. allison krauss)

why yes, my ipod is a little schizophrenic. also, i've discovered that once one starts writing smallville fic it's impossible to stop. impossible (said eddie c. to bella, but that's a whole 'nother story). my fingers have been all twitchy and quivery and impeding-the-designing-of-yearbook-layouts-y all day because of stupid smallville fic ideas. WOE. i'm wavering between starting my previously planned chlois-y mystery story or going with the bolt-from-the-blue fic (it came to me at robeks - my friends thought i was c-r-a-z-y for scribbling down insane things like "future! legion has pictures! CHLARK" all over my napkin). and this after almost a solid year of ficlessness. and for a show that i can barely stand now (well, ok, i love the characters in a secret, entirely unhealthy way, but the PLOT). 

and i just realized that in getting a mac i can no longer pirate photoshop from my dumb pc-having friends. clearly this is all a plot by apple to slowly but steadily take over the planet by a. making me pay for ridiculously expensive shiny software or b. living without said shiny software.

there are days when i think the world really is out to get me. :'(
14th-May-2009 10:42 pm - ...where's the rest of it?
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 so, about That Show (aka smallville) and it's supposedly "epic, magical" season finale, i have one thing to say:


you know, it wasn't even the content of the episode (well, not entirely) - it was the pacing that undid me. the whole episode felt so rushed. while i was watching, it felt like taking a roller coaster ride...on acid. i mean, first rokk comes back from the future (for like two seconds, way to be anticlimactic) and is all "you're going to die" and then, next thing i know, there's this supposedly epic clois scene with the phone booth and the anonymous phone calls and the complete lack of chemistry, and then oliver's shooting clark?

and that was all before the first commercial break. really, it'd just be easier to list all the inanely twisterific things in this episode:

spoilers ahoy )
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