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Paris. [Jan. 8th, 2007|08:06 pm]
Love, Rachel.
[You love this song |The New Pornographers - Stacked Crooked]

I AM IN LOVE.
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(no subject) [Oct. 20th, 2006|08:52 am]
Love, Rachel.
[Oh, I feel so... |ecstaticecstatic]
[You love this song |Regina Spektor - That Time]

TERRY IVORY IS SENDING US TO PARIS. FOR FREE.

As in she's paying for airfare, hotel, and breakfast, and dinner.

My God.

I am so excited.

Granted, we are there on "company business" and have assignments and projects to do, but even so.

IT'S PARIS.
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Butterflies in the stomach, in any case. [Oct. 15th, 2006|10:22 am]
Love, Rachel.
[Oh, I feel so... |blankWho knows.]
[You love this song |Sufjan Stevens - Decatur]

You know that feeling you get when you're really nervous? Like you have to keep taking deep breaths because it feels like something in your chest really needs to breathe? Well, I'm not nervous, but I feel like that right now. I don't know why, but I'm in this strangely melancholy, nervous feeling, yet peaceful and content mood. Contradiction, I know, but that's how I'm feeling. Instense need and irrational fear (for and of what I don't know), yet calm and satisfied as well. And not fear in the "Oh man, I'm so scared of dragons and heights" sense, but just in an "I don't know what's going on or what's going to happen" kind of way. Maybe fear is the wrong word. It' slike I need somehting, need to know and experience somehting thus far unknown. Maybe fear is the wrong word. Longing for something and worrying that it will never come to pass, perhaps. (For what, I don't know.) This isn't a new feeling for me, I sporadically feel like this. And I have for as long as I can remember too. Maybe I'm just overemotional.

In any case, last night was funny.

And my apologies if I sound like some variety of crazy person in aforestated ramblings.
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(no subject) [Oct. 6th, 2006|08:30 am]
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I've got to get better at updating.
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This counts as an uninteresting Livejournal post. [Jul. 19th, 2006|11:03 pm]
Love, Rachel.
I agree with Val's post.

Not the one about her birds, though that is mournful, but about the livejournal writing.

Also, I still read it everyday, even though my own posting as drastically decreased. I want to write a lot/more often, but I forget or don't think I have interesting things to say.

My summer has thus far consisted of working at Terry Ivory, the occasional beach, working at Terry Ivory, visiting Carolyn Elizabeth Walther and Robert Patterson, working at Terry Ivory, and reading. A lot of reading.

I've seen a lot of people briefly, but if I haven't, I want to!
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(no subject) [Jun. 27th, 2006|10:31 am]
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Let's just hope that I never have to undergo surgery ever again.

Despite the minor nature of the removal of the thing on my eye, I was still put in a wheely hospital bed stretcher thing, told to don a hospital gown as well as a sanitary hospital shower cap thing and booties, wheeled into an operating room, and had my heart monitered.

Let's just say I was a wreck.

Three Novocaine shots in your face hurts.

But at least the nurses and doctor were SUPER nice.

And also, my eyelid looks normal now.

Though you wouldn't know until I took my eyepatch off. Which I just did. BNut my face is still sticky from all the tape.



Also, about Fourth of July. I can hope against hope that I am working day shift that day, but most likely, that is not true. So unless you all make a trip to "Terry Ivory Jewelry- My Favorite Jewelry Store" (as per the plane-flying-over-the-beach banner...), I wish you all a FANTASTIC 4th of July, whatever you all end up doing.
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(no subject) [Jun. 21st, 2006|06:31 pm]
Love, Rachel.
I keep forgetting to update Livejournal. And I don't go online anywhere near the amount of time that I used to.

It's weird, but it just doesn't interest me that much anymore. Maybe because my internet is really slow. Because I still like Facebook and Livejournal and other random things, but I can't be bothered to spend time on them very often.

That's all, to anyone who may have noticed my absence.

Maybe I'll write a real entry sometime.
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So my self control is somewhere below zero. [May. 8th, 2006|11:01 pm]
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[Oh, I feel so... |annoyedannoyed]

Midnight Breakfast's at Fordham are actually scheduled for 10:30 - Midnight.

I went to see people and to eat maybe some Honey Nut Cheerios. Because it's really stupid to pass up that huge quantity of free food.

Instead I ate a mix of dry Honey Nut Cheerios, Trix, and Cinnamon Toast Crunch, half a belgian waffle with whipped cream, half a mini bagel, home fries, and some danish.

So there goes all the weight I lost.

It was SUPER taasty though.

Oh. And David Blaine failed to stay under the water for nine minutes after sitting in a globe of water 2 blocks away from me. It's disheartening.
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(no subject) [May. 4th, 2006|08:07 am]
Love, Rachel.
[Oh, I feel so... |relaxedrelaxed]
[You love this song |Ben Folds - Annie Waits]

Lately I've been getting up early every day. Except for weekends when I get up at like 9:30 which isn't late at all, I haven't gotten up later than 8:15 for the past couple of weeks. Usually it''s somewhere between 6:45 (on days when I have to take a shower before an early class) or 7:45 (on a regular day). It's weird. But I like it. I like having time to myslef in the morning when everyone else is asleep. And then I like going to the cafeteria with my ipod and the crossword and just sitting there and doing the crossword while eating breakfast. It's nice. I'm a dork, but I'm a happy dork.




And I was supposed to not do anything with my hand for 24hrs. But I'm really clumsy. And I've already banged it a couple of times. It hurt really badly. And today I have to take the bandage off of it so it can heal. I really don't want ot have to look at it all the time. But oh welllllllllllllll.

It's sunny out. And warm. We're going on a picnic in Central Park this afternoon. I'm
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I had it coming [May. 3rd, 2006|03:14 pm]
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[Oh, I feel so... |relievedrelieved]

This weekend:
Me: "I've never gotten stitches!"

Yesterday:
Mark: "Rachel. Promise me one thing"
Me: "What?"
Mark: "Promise me that the next time you do the dishes you don't get cut."
Me: "Well, I can't promise that, but I will certainly try!"

Today:

Me: "Ow. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. There's blood. There's a lot of blood. Oh my GOd, there's white stuff I don't know what the white stuff is, there's a lot of white stuff oh my God Ambar look! Oh my God, Noeeeeelllllllllle! Oh my God, I'm not looking I'm not looking I'm not looking oh my God"

Noelle promptly covered my hand up with toilet paper and we rushed to the nurse's office. She didn't let me put shoes on. I refused ot look. The nurse tells me I am going ot need stitches.

Noelle, Ambar and I walk to the hospital. Because in New York, you walk to the hospitals.

Thank God I didn't need stitches. They put some kind of 'skin glue' on it. But it's disgusting. The doctor made em look at it to see that it "wasn't bad". It's not bad in that I don't need stitches because the cut was so clean, but it is purple and swollen and bleeding (still) and it's a huge flap of skin. That is going ot fall off when it heals. And be discolored. Luckily I'm not a hand model. That's going to leave a scar.

It was funny though, I got cut and didn't knwow hat to do, I ran arpound the living room panicking. AMbar had no idea what ot od. I've gotten cut doing dishes a million times, but this time in all the blood (there was SO much) there was this big white thing that noelle thought was my knukle bone and I tought was like a big fat deposit thing falling out. It was neither. It was the underside of my skin, thank God.

I almost fainted in the hostpital though. She was putting the glue stuff on and I was so light headed and nauseated. I have a weak stomach.

I bet you guys really liked reading all about that.


In other news, tomorrow is the last day of classes!
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