| What I've been up to for the past 4 months |
[17 Nov 2004|02:03pm] |
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I don't post here very often anymore, but it's not because I don't love you guys. I know I haven't been around, and haven't been in touch with many of you for some time, which makes me sad. But I'm taking 5 classes, which is kicking my ass and most importantly, what has been taking up my time is the musical that I choreographed! All semester I've been working on this show called A New Brain. It's about this man, Gordon, who writes music for a children's TV show but really wants to be writing musicals. Get get's sick and finds out that he has a brain tumor and has to have brain surgery. The story travels through how he and his friends and family deal with this traumatic situation and also travels through his subconscious. My synopsis doesn't do it justice, but the show is really good, and our cast is phenomenally talented. So I'm really excited and super proud of everyone who has been involved and I want you guys to come see it if you feel so inclined! (It would make me really happy!)
The show is December 2-4, at 8 P.M. and also a 2 P.M. matinee on Saturday the 4th. Call the Box Office at 617.627.3493 for tickets or you can just tell me if you want them and I'll pick them up for you.
Ok I'm done with my shameless plug.
Right now I'm watching Mulholland Drive for a class, it's a David Lynch movie, and as per usual it's really fucked up.
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| November 2 |
[31 Oct 2004|11:04pm] |
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So you may or may not be sick of everyone telling you to go out and vote on Tuesday. And I'm here right now to be another one of those obnoxious people. So please, vote on Novemeber 2nd. Here are your voting rights:
1. If you are in line at the official closing of the polls, you are
legally entitled to vote and the polling location must allow you to vote.
2. Bring your driver's license/photo ID with your local address or your
driver's license and college campus ID with you to your polling
location. (You have the right to vote in the community where you live
and go to school-- whether you are an in-state or out-of-state student.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.)
3. If your registration is in question or you've forgotten to bring a
picture ID, you have the right to request and complete a provisional
ballot. A provisional ballot will be verified and counted in the event
of a close election. Do not leave without voting!
4. If you make a mistake or spoil your ballot before it is submitted,
you have the right to receive up to 2 replacement ballots.
5. You have the right to file a written complaint at your polling place
if you are dissatisfied with the way an election is being run. And you
have the right to vote with out anyone in the polling place trying to
influence your vote.
6. If you experience any intimidation or problems voting at your polling
location call the Election Protection Project at the toll-free number,
1-866-OUR-VOTE. The hotline provides free, immediate and multi-lingual
assistance to help voters who encounter barriers to the ballot box.
Your vote *is* your voice, so use it. I don't wear a temporary "Vote" tattoo on my arm for nothing.
Love,
Rach
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[04 Jun 2004|11:53pm] |
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I'm really wired because I've spent the past few days just sleeping and watching TV on my sofa and tomorrow I have work at 6 A.M. so the combination of the two just doesn't work out too well. Thus I am writing on this.
I got my wisdom teeth removed Tuesday and I was scared out of my mind. But the combination of valium and anesthesia worked well and so it all went smoothly. My diet has consisted of maple and brown sugar oatmeal, soup, mashed potatoes and gravy, pudding and coffee frappes. This isn't so bad, but I've become obsessed with eating real foods to the point where I was watching Disney's Robin Hood (best Disney movie EVER) and Robin and Little John were making stew in a pot in the woods and I started to wonder what was in it and wished I was eating it. The first day I had two close calls with nausea and almost vomiting due to combination of 800mg of Motrin and percocets but all went well and I have continued my 13 year streak of not puking. My face is a little swollen still and I have some bruising on my cheeks but it's all good. The most annoying thing at this point is just that my stiches (remember that song by Orgy?) are sticking out and my tongue keeps getting attracted to them. I've had lots of visitors so that's been nice too. So to all of you scared about the wisdom teeth, don't be, it's not so bad and I'll bring you stuff if you ever get them out, which is totally a plus.
I hung out with lots of friends today. Cara and I chilled with was great, I hadn't seen her since the Sox game, my first ever, which was also great because Ortiz hit a grand slam, and you don't see one of those every day. Later Anne and Megan visited me, and then I stopped by Sarah's BBQ and saw Amy M., the Matts, Mike DiRenzo and the other regulars that are at Sarah's parties. Left fairly early because you know, work at 6 and whatnot. But after I'm going to York Beach and I'm excited to go because I haven't been in a long time.
Done being talkative because I've decided to shower.
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| Now drowning in a ceptic tank somewhere... |
[11 May 2004|10:52am] |
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Ahem. Here's an amusing story:
Yesterday I spent several hours in the library with Megan studying for our final. At some point I had to pee so I went to the bathroom with my cell phone in the pouch of my hoodie. After I flushed the toilet I bent over for some reason and when I got up I realized that my phone was no longer in it's pocket. I looked all around the floor of the bathroom, in the other stalls --everywhere. This is when I came to the only conclusion that there is to come to: I flushed my phone down the toilet. Which is indeed what happened because I tried calling it and it went straight to my voice mail after only two rings and I couldn't hear it. So yeah, my tiny phone fit down piping. After my final was over at 5:30 Megan, Anne and I went to AT&T to buy me a new phone. It's pretty cool, not as small as my other phone, but it does have the useless feature of having a camera in it.
Bottom line: Please respond to this/email me your numbers at raina46@aol.com because I lost all of your numbers into the abyss that is wherever toilet water goes to. Thanks!
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| One, two, buckle my hat |
[28 Apr 2004|02:46pm] |
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Post a memory of me in the comments. It can be anything you want. Then, post this to your journal and see what people remember of you.
And this is late notice, but what the hell. This semester I choreographed a stage version of the South Park movie. It's hilarious, only 40 min long and FREE. So come see it tonight at 8:30 or 10 P.M. in Hotung in the Campus Center at Tufts. It's on Talbot Ave. off of College Ave. next to the track. If you go up the street its on your right and is a big brick building. So yeah if you need better directions than that call me. Come if you're bored or whatever. You know.
This past Sunday I marched in Washington D.C. in the March for Women's Lives. It was pretty incredible and I think I'll post more about it when I've taken the time to let it sink in.
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[17 Apr 2004|07:38pm] |
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I love that I have two windows open in my room right now. I can see people walking by, and hear them cough as they walk past my room. You can smell the Spring in the air. Spring is incredible. Summer is even better. Most of us have been talking about how we can't wait for the nice weather to come, and I'm so happy that it is finally here. For serious. The shitty thing is that I'm really busy with 3 papers, TDC (see me dance this Friday the 23rd?), and the March in D.C. Also my cousin who moved to Illinois, who I haven't seen in over a year and just had a baby with his new wife is coming back home to visit and I gotta see him and his daughter Abbie. But even though I'm sitting inside and doing research for my paper I'm definitely enjoying this weather, and hopefully you all are too.
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| I feel the way March should always feel |
[19 Mar 2004|12:50am] |
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My days this week have been long and tiring. But even on next to no sleep I managed to smile a lot today and tonight. Love love love.
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| I was 17 and you kept on changing, plans were more complex |
[04 Mar 2004|03:39pm] |
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Today today today, is the 3rd anniversary of this LiveJournal. So it's been around for a while and I think about my life three years ago and how much has changed, but it makes sense because 17-20 is a pretty big difference in ages. Well at least for me it was. Between that time I've gone from being a senior in high school to a junior in college, and lots of stuff happened in the interim, probably even more so than in other three year periods of my life. Did that make sense?
Now you should all take the opportunity to look at my first entry:
Oh it's funny
Wasn't that fun? Actually, it is pretty fun to look at anyone's first entry and compare. Wow I can't figure out a way to end this entry, and it's pissing me off. Soooo have a good day and yeah.
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| Plumpers? |
[17 Feb 2004|09:32pm] |
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This is too funny... if Matt Lanza read this thing, he'd laugh and be proud of me.
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| Will you accept a collect call from Robert Plant? |
[13 Feb 2004|12:49am] |
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So I had this crazy dream a few weeks ago that I've been meaning to post here. All the night before I was listening to the new Courtney Love single "Mono" where one of the lines is "Is it just a sad slideshow? Can't make a hooker come, And an eight ball isn't love, I need one thing that's divine, let me hear it tonight..." Just keep that in mind.
The dream started where Josh and I with some friend of Josh's had to go drive into Boston because his friend dropped (lost?) a piece of jewelry in some hidden place and we had to go get it back. But for some reason we had to sneak around and do it secretly so no one saw. So I had to be a diversion to some guy at a cart selling things and then Josh and kid got the jewelry and we all ran off to go to the car. As we ran, we I noticed this woman and it was Courtney Love holding a baby of about two years of age, and some guy who was most likely not Kurt Cobain because I would've remember him being there. So I was all like "Wow" but kept running to the car and then we drove home. Then that night a bunch of us piled into Dan's car to go into Boston. I was there along with Cara, Dan, Amy M., Tiffany and Josh. We ended up in what to me seemed like one of those lounges outside of bathrooms with a carpeted floor and fancy furniture, maybe in a hotel. So we're all just sitting around and Courtney Love walks through a threshold wearing a peacock blue gown looking completely fucked up and disheveled. She asks us if we have any coke. We do, but everyone seems to understand that we shouldn't give it too her because she's too messed up. So we say "No, we don't." She falls to the floor and just lies there. Other girls who are in the lounge with us look at her like she is some kind of homeless vermin. Someone calls paramedics and I guess I'm upset because I crawl into a bed that's in the lounge with everyone else in it. Everyone must have been in the bed because we were squished and on top of each other, but I only remember Amy and Tiff being there in the bed because Tiffany has some kind of intuition that I'm sad and so she extends her hand to me and I take it. Courtney is taken out of the room and shortly after Dan tells us that we have to leave. When we walk onto the parking lot it's morning, the kind of sun is out when it's probably around 7 or 8 A.M. But for some reason Cara is out in the parking lot eating these weird berries off of the ground next to her car. I think we told her to stop eating the berries and that it was ok to go home now.
Then I think I woke up, because I don't remember anything else. Weird, and really cool. I don't remember dreams very often and I'm really glad I remembered this one.
I just got home from a party at Julie's because she's leaving for Australia on Sunday. I really like that it's a long weekend! What else... I've been going through a lot of pictures recently, I'm trying to motivate myself to scrapbook them along with the ticket stubs and everything else I save. It would be pretty great. I talked to Josh online last weekend and it was nice because I hadn't had any communication with him since probably September or October. I moved into a different room in my apartment last month... it's bigger and cooler, but there's no insulation in the walls which means that it's way colder too. I remedied that with a space heater. Today I spent almost an hour and a half trying to buy tickets to a show during a presale. musictoday.com is evil and couldn't handle the amount of people trying to buy tickets ergo I didn't get tickets. balls. But on a bright note I was on the front page of the Tufts Daily in a picture of me with another girl as we are trying to get people to march with us in DC in April in the March to Save Women's Lives (it's a reproductive rights march, and will be amazing).
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| See, to me, England was nothing more then a big fucking American state like North Dakota or Canada. |
[16 Dec 2003|11:39pm] |
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Today I finished my semester when I turned in my feminist philosophy paper. Fuck that class. So I'm fucking done for a month motherfuckers. Tonight I went home to chill with my sister and then watched some Harvard Man. I liked it a lot, I think it's been a while since someone showed me a movie and I wasn't disspointed by it. Suprises like that are nice.
So I'm going to get bored soon at my house. This means that you should amuse me and fill this stuff out.
1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I loveable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think that way about me now?
7. What do you think my weakness is?
8. Do you think I'll get married?
9. What makes me happy?
10. What makes me sad?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do you know me?
14. When's the last time you saw me?
15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. Do you think I could kill someone?
17. Describe me in one word.
18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20. Are you going to put this on your livejournal and see what I say about you?
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| I need you so much closer |
[21 Nov 2003|02:13am] |
Two years ago, from right about now, a friend left my house after sitting on my sofa with me for an hour watching the end of Loser and holding me while I cried.
That night other friends of mine stayed with me at my house, sitting on the recliner with me, or on my couch while I fell asleep from exhaustion, worry, or whatever else was draining me. People were in and out of my house all day. Family, friends... Phone wouldn't stop ringing. Someone drove me to pick up clothes at my dorm.
In a state of mind that I cannot compare to anything else I've ever felt. I can't believe I almost forgot.
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| Be a Danger Ranger |
[02 Nov 2003|10:57pm] |
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I'm loving stuff lately. But actually loving it, and not "looooving it." You know. My two weeks of midterm Hell were finally over on Thursday, which was quite a relief. It was finished off with a 9 and a half page take home midterm in feminist philosophy. I went to see Dr. Faustus at Tufts, where they put on an amazing production. It was Club Hell essentially. The set was really cool, with the entrance point of Hell being the mouth of this demon with horns and fangs, and the floor of the stage was his red tapered tongue. But the best part was that they played all this industrial music throughout the whole thing, mostly Nine Inch Nails. And then I remembered when we did that play my senior year at MHS. Ha.
Friday was Halloween, Amy M. and I carved a retard pumpking and named him Pumpkin Gary. Worked Hillel (gross) where we basically forced people to leave by taking away their cookies and coffee. They weren't too happy, but hey, I wanted to celebrate my Halloween the right way. I dressed up as an Alterna-teen. Big Gay Bill made a crack and said I dressed like that all the time. Whatever. My eye makeup was awesome. They were completely back, and I used liquid eyeliner all by myself. I was proud. Cara came over, and after turning Kate into a whore, and Jessi a pimp, Cara and I left for Sarah's. Good times there. I got my pictures from a year ago that Sarah developed for me in March. And she and Chuck bought me a present of Clove gum from Virginia! Cara and I made our way back to my apartment and watched the end of Halloween H2O. Matt and Tim stopped by, then I went to bed watching Almost Famous.
Saturday. Woke up late, put away laundry, and was a CHAMP at cleaning our bathroom. It's fucking spotless now. Visited my grandma who just got out of the hospital because she had pnemonia and because she smokes too much. She accused my mom of stealing $1,000. That was awesome. My grandmother can only talk about money. I hate it. Picked up Amy K. because she was home from UVM for the weekend. That was freaking great because I hadn't seen her in ages. We chated and watched some Rejected and Homestar Runner. Cara was there too, so we drove her home and then went to Target because we thought it might be open til 11, but it's not, it's open til 10. Then it was obviously time to eat Krispy Kreme. So we did. Then we went to Davis to get hot cider, but got so much more. Tiff was there, which was great of course. And so was Amy M., Matt, Matt Lanza, and Tim, and also Craig. So we all hung out and there were beer bongs involved which I'll try one day when I feel more adventerous. Fun times had by all, and I now have a Danger Ranger sticker. Kick ass. Overall, and excellent night.
Today I watched the movie Vertigo for my Hitchcock class. It was fucked up. Did more work and went to some meetings. Learned that tomorrow I need to be at rehearsal for Little Shop of Horrors at 7:15 in the morning. So what did I do tonight? I made blueberry muffins for the cast and crew to make up for the fact that it sucks we all have to be up so early.
On that note, I'm going to get ready for bed. Night all.
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| who's that in your chevelle? |
[16 Oct 2003|12:17pm] |
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that was awesome, thanks tiff :)
cheeky noodle...
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| And I don't like what you've got me hanging from. |
[15 Oct 2003|03:11pm] |
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Hello friends it's time for me to start freaking out.
I have a midterm tomorrow which I need to study a whole lot for. Had a quiz in said class (sociology of religion) yesterday which I pretty much bombed. Awesome. But hey, you know, it's Wednesday which means I have no time to do anything and I'm all busy with shit. Like working at 9, then class, then radio show, then going to stupid rehearsals with stupid theatre kids who think they're amazing and brilliant, and like to treat lowly assistant stage managers, like myself, as if I was a non person. Like I'm not even in the fucking room. THEN I have dance from 10-12. But oh wait, last Monday I fell down my stairs ( I was sober) after the excitement of the Sox winning and now my ankle is fucked. But I don't have time to do anything about it, like get my ass to health services. NO TIME. NONE. It's unfortunate because I feel like lots of people I know don't take care of themselves because something else always comes first. Whatever. Monday I have a paper for Hitchcock due. rock, that's fun. Especially when I have to use footnotes and I don't know how to. Footnotes? who uses that shit? I don't. Balls, I need to call the bakery to order a cake. I forgot about that. Ok, well yeah, so basically the next two weeks make me insane and want to hide under my bed with my shoes.
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| Oh no! Mr. Bill, Mr. Bill! |
[19 Sep 2003|02:27am] |
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So I'm sitting in my room right now and I think the coast is clear...
Kate just came home "so wasted" and talked to me and sprawled on my bed, got up and said she would be back, then got on her phone. Next thing I heard was "Oh no." and the bathroom door shutting. I quickly proceeded to stick my fingers in my ears because the inevitable was next... goddamn throwing up. Then I quickly shut my door and put on music. I think she went upstairs and to bed... the stumbling noises stopped. I think I thought I was better with the whole puke thing, but I realized that it's not as true as I'd like because I feel all gross and nauseous now.
Hmm, I think maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have my room be right beside the bathroom, ah well.
I think I just didn't know what to do with myself so I came here. I put my desk chair together tonight all by myself, I'm actually kinda proud of that. Ok I think I can actually go to bed now without being afraid so I will.
Strike that, she came back. To the bathroom again. Fuck, I'm not going to get to bed for a while.
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