My days are so busy. I have class that starts at either 9:30am or 10am and then i am at bpcc for the rest of the day. Since we have rehearsal at 6:45pm Mon-Fri I save gas by just staying up at bpcc til we are finished, which is normally around 9. unless it's Wednesday, then i come home around 2 so i can take care of things before i babysit the Gilchrist kids at 6:55(yay for $25 extra dollars a week). Saturday and Sunday, i work 11-4, sometimes more.After work, i generally come home and take a short nap, then try and do some housework before starting on my homework shortly after dinner. Like i said "very busy."

But I'm so happy. I love the play I'm in, i love my part and i love the people I'm around. I love my freedom, and most of my classes and the feeling that i'm finally exactly where i'm suppossed to be. :D


Btw, check out my new icon up there. Yeah. You can't visit Pigfarts cause...It's on Mars! Lol.

So, I cut off all my hair. Yeah, like, all of it. It is now about an inch above my shoulder and i have swishy BANGS. I like it. People say it makes me look older, but really it's just so much easier to deal with. :)

I am still planning to give you a video tour of my apartment as soon as i get the curtains up. Tell me a night that is good for you.

Scool starts tomorrow and i am very excited. Yipee! I have a super cute outfit picked out which includes my gorgeous blue shirt and my "PerfectButt Jeans." I wore them to work once and had, no lie, three guys that I work with tell me (completely serious) that I have the best ass they've ever seen. -shrug- So, it seemed like a good idea to wear them to the first day of school.

Anyways, hope to see you soon. I love you. <3

New apartment new apartment new apartment. :D :D :D

ANYWAYS:
Moving in has been great, but tiring. I felt really overwhelmed at first and didn't really know where to start. Then i just chose one room to work on and make it mine.The kitchen was first, then the bathroom, then my bedroom. The parlor will be completed next. It's kind of hard to unpack things and "settle in" when there are still things that you need. Like a kitchen trashcan. I need to re-arrange some furniture in the living room(take the crappy-ass confusing as hell futon out of there and put in the coach that I have a beautiful cover for) before i can really put out my decorations. I also need a small end table (i think i found one at Wal-Mart) and a rug (also, at Wal-Mart, for only $26!). I can't wait until I can put out all my pretty things and then the apartment will really feel like it's MINE. It almost feels like i'm just visiting right now. I've paid my electricity and gas deposit, so I've had electricity since Tuesday, I'll have hot water and a working stove top on Monday. For now, taking showers at mom's place. All in all, it's going well.

Chicago is so close! I'm already thinking about what clothes i'm going to pack, how much money to take, what to do on the plane, etc. I'm so excited and I'm so ready! I've picked up an extra shift at work this Saturday(tomorrow) so that I'll only be missing one shift at Newk's and one day of work for Dad. That's managable. :)

So, about a week ago one of my friends from high school found me on facebook and friended me. It was Bud Gregorski from Latin. I haven't talked to him in almost two years, so I was really surprised to hear from him. Turns out, he and his brother are now in the military(his brother, Jeff, is my age). Bud became an EMT after high school and is now a combat medic in the army. Here's the kicker: Bud is in Iraq on his second tour of duty. Jeff is on his first tour in Afghanistan. I talk to Bud pretty much every day on facebook, since I'm at the office and have got nothing else to do. He's seems like the same ol' Bud most of the time-joking, flirty, funny Bud. But then, every few days, he'll not be very happy so i ask what's wrong. The first time he just said "nothing, I'm just tired." Second time: "I saw someone's arm get blown off today. I saved them. I'm just feeling really heavy right now." Every time after that when he's not being himself, I just ask how heavy today was. (He generally gets online at the end of his day around 10 or 10:30pm) Sometimes it's a really light day, which is good. Other days, he says it weighed a ton. I don't every ask questions; I know he doesn't wanna talk about it. But I worry about him. Talking to him, knowing someone who's over there in the middle of all that hell....it's made the war way more real to me. Way more relevant. He gets to come home for 15 days in August and he's gonna stay with me for 5 days or so. I told him that I'm just gonna take care of him the whole time. Cook for him, take him places, give him shoulder massages (i used to in Latin during the announcements; it's  thing for us). Also, I'm gonna pick him up from the airport to take him home cause his parents don't know that he's coming home when Jeff does in August. He's a surprise. :) I'm sending him a care package on Monday with baby wipes, chapstick, some candy, some Starbuck's ground coffee(he said that shit is like gold over there) and some letters. Whenever he goes back, i'm mailing him a letter every week. It's my way to be patriotic and support him. Please keep him in your prayers or thoughts or whatever. Bud is one of my good friends and I just don't know what I'd do if something happened to him. I just want him to come home safe.

~Rachel

...but I know I love you.  I wanna get the fuck out of Mom's place and into my own apartment. SO BAD.

That's pretty much all I think about nowadays. Apartmentapartmentapartmentapartment. It's stuck on repeat in my head. And then every once in a while something else gets thrown in there. ApartmentapartmentMary'sbirthdayapartmentapartmentCHICAGOapartmentapartmentMary'sbirthdayapartment.....do you see a pattern?
You and the apartment are all I think about, Mary. Seriously. If I'm at work, I just think about how this is earning me money to spend on the apartment or in Chicago with you or on your housewarming gift or birthday present. It's great motivation. :)

Speaking of birthday and house-warming, what do you want? You know I have no qualms about getting giftcards for you, just tell me where. Or if you need, like, pillows or something, just tell me what color. I'm just not sure what all you have, so I don't know what you need.

By the way, if you're feeling bored (:P)  :
I would love a burned copy of that Wicked Soundtrack that you have and the Hairspray soundtrack (the movie). Like I said, just if you don't have anything else to do. :) <3

15 days til Chicago. :DDDDD 

I am so freaking pumped about life right now. I got paid from both jobs today and am going to finish my Bohemian set of dishes tomorrow. Yay! :) They will be ready to come with me to the apartment!

Also, I have something good happening every Friday from now on. Next Friday:get together at Doss's. Friday after that: My first whole day at my apartment. Friday after that: Day before my birthday/flying to Chicago to see THE MOTHERFUCKING FLAMING LIPS. Every Friday after that:will be awesome because i'll be in my own apartment. :D

I'm just so happy all the time. I love it.

Well, it's been an awfully long time since I've posted anything.....

Anyways, I'm probably not accurately answering the question, but whatever.


I feel like I identify with Thomas from The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. He battles his inner demon on a daily basis and, at least to Harry, that battle if very visable from the outside. Harry can tell when Thomas is in a slump and when he's doing ok. Now, of course, everyone has their own demons and everyone does battle with them. But I feel like my battles are always quite a bit more public than other people's. I have to talk about my battles. I have to take multiple medications for mine. I can't go anywhere or do anything without someone bringing up one of my demons, wether it's diabetes or ADD/ADHD or my talkativeness or lack of self-discipline. Can't people see that these are my worst qualities; these are the things I hate about myself. Like Thomas, I fight a daily, never-ending battle against just giving up the fight and doing what I want a.k.a. eat everything in sight.
 
Ok, rant is over. In every other aspect of my like, I am happy. I am moving into my own apartment very soon and am, in fact, going to pack some boxes as soon as I get done typing this.

Work had changed for me. It's still not the best part of my day, but now I see it as my key to my freedom. If I work, I get paid, which means I can pay my rent and other expenses. So, in other words, work had become bitter-sweet. Yeah, my feet hurt liek hell and I'm tired a lot of the time, but, damnit, I'm getting the hell out of this nuthouse. :D

I promise to write on a much more consistent basis.
~Rachel

Okay, I know I'm a few days late but better late than never. So, here it is. The List of Stuff I Got for Christmas!


Dad/Joan:
the Volcom jacket that I REALLY wanted
a brown pair of Converse
iHome thing for my iPod :D
black shirt with silver angel wings on the back
really soft comfy hoodie
House Season 3
and some other stuff that I cannot remember for some reason.....

Sisters:
Cowboy Mouth Shirt from Mary :)
fuzzy jacket from Katie
earrings from Teresa
a wall hanging that is really cool and says "Find You Stage Door and Open It" I kind of love this present a lot. <3
Jeremy's Parents:
black jacket/ black pants set
white button up shirt
red button up shirt
grey pair of pants (awesome)
2 pairs of soft pajama pants (one of which was the wrong size and so i exchanged it for a great purse)

Mom:
$100 to spend on clothes
a pretty silver chain
fuzzy socks
iPod wall and car chargers
fantastic pajama pants
a Hobby Lobby giftcard that i used to but things for my wall
a little portable manicure set
2 mini Yankee Candles that smell GREAT

Jeremy:
tickets to see The Radio City Rockettes
freaking awesome seats for The Trans-Siberian Orchestra (we stayed an hour afterward to go to the meet-and-greet so I could get my program and tickets signed. And Jeremy waited with me almost patiently. <3)
oh, yeah, and um......

THIS

<img src="http://i432.photobucket.com/albums/qq46/pulchra_puella/Christmas/necklace.jpg">

Point is this: This was the best Christmas I have ever head, hands down.  :D

please, grant me the patience not to rip off my fellow TAP Drama students' heads, the will to live after being at practice an HOUR after it was supposed to be over, and the brain capacity to memorize more lines and movements, entrances and exits, gestures and cues than any human should be able in four weeks. In the name of all that is holy, Amen.

We had our first rehearsal on the stage this afternoon. There will be a body before opening night. I guarantee it.

Halloween is soon! Yay! :)

Report card:
*drum roll*
English-B
TAP Drama-A
Gym- A
Physics-B
Advanced Math-A
Latin IV-A

Boo-fucking-ya!!!!


Go me! Go me! Go me!

Oh.  And did I mention? Go me! Go me! Go me!


Life is most excellent. :D

~Rachel

P.S. Check out the new icon! Yes! :D

SATURDAY:

Lots of stuff happened. But this is the important thing: I went to see Metamorphoses again. I saw it on Thursday when we went of a field trip, but this time I went with Jeremy. It really affected me, guys. I mean, it was just awe-inspiring and truly amazing. It wasn't even a musical (which I have a weakness for) and I'm just obsessed. This brings up another topic: my Feeling.
This is what happens every time I go see a performance (Cats, RENT filmed on Broadway, Metamorphoses etc.). I get this Feeling deep in my heart and stomach that everything is good. It's desire and need and I want fo DO that. The Feeling whispers and then yells that I belong on stage with them, singing and moving and pretending to be someone else and then taking a bow with my extended family for a great performance. When I see these performances,  I am filled and joyful and I get emotional- happy and jubilant and overjoyed. It is a high better than any drug could ever be. I have never felt more at home than when I am in character and acting, whether in front of my TAP class or just my mirror. I am so excited for Epic Proportions.

I'm going on a field trip tomorrow to hear a hacker talk about how her got caught and thrown in jail and now he works to stop people that do what he did. Well, apparently he wasn't the best, cause he got caught. The lesson here would be If you're going to do something illegal, be the best at it unless you wanna get thrown in jail and make some new friends.

Yeah.

~Rachel

1. Favorite curse word/phrase and a good example of its usage (preferably something epic)?
2. You get one album. For the rest of your natural life. What album?
3. The offer is immortality. You live forever, stop aging, but things can still go wrong (too much computer can blind you eventually, too much food and your blood pressure sucks, etc.). Do you take the offer?
4. You can pick one humanoid type of mythic creature to become. What are you?
5. What is love?

1. I choose "fuck." As in, "Fuck this, let's just get drunk!" :D
2. Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon
3. Yes. I don't think I need to justify my answer.
4. A mermaid. :)
5. Love is patient; love is kind; love is never envious or arrogant with pride. Love endures all things, believes all things, hopes all things. 

Time for a post:



I've got an awesome boyfriend.


I'll be a Senior in the Fall.


I'll be able to drive in about 3 weeks.


I should also have  a job by then.



That's all.


~Rachel

Check this out. It's not depressing, listen to the actual lyrics.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfBw0IWwO5U



"I'll follow you into the dark"

~Rachel

  I am newly addicted to:

Train
Death Cab for Cutie
Wish You Were Here- Pink Floyd
Criminal Minds
Scrubs
laughing
winking
the word "coup" (coo)
crazy socks


Plus, I got new jeans and a new shirt, thanks to Dad. (<-- He is a surprisingly awesome shopper. He holds my stuff, doesn't complain, gives honest but not mean opinions, and pays for everything.) This is better than a boyfriend. :D

 I hate it when people fight.


The End.


Oh, wait. Not the end yet. Rachel doesn't have to go to school tomorrow! Booyah! Plus, I got the second season of Criminal Minds(which I've been trying to get for months). Double Booyah!!


Ok, really:
The End.