Horcrux of the Moment

Kelly has this thing on her Tumblr called ‘The High-Five’ where she lists the 5 things she’s really into at the moment.  The more High-Fives she posted, the more I fell in love with this idea – it’s so organized!  I love organization!  I like charts!  It's like math!  I LOVE math!

Being the uncreative thieving wench in love with her creative idea, I decided to adapt something of it for myself.  The name is in development, but it has something to do with Horcruxes.  If you are asking "why, what is a horcrux?" I ask, a. are we friends? And b. are you adversed to good literature?  But for those who don't read Harry Potter, a horcrux is an vessel that holds a bit of your soul.  Fitting, no?  Okay, so that might be too dramatic of term, but love, soul, their interchangeable - sort of.  Whatever, I'm going with it.

Speaking of which, once the Voldemort has 7, I shall dedicate the same number to my Horcruxes of the moment

1. EOS Lip Balm

Call me a sucker for packaging concepts.  It's completely true.  Yes, I have 3 out of the 5 colours.  Well, in my defense, my mother bought 2.  BUT, I love it so much.  This chap stick...this chap stick.  It moisturizes my lips and it doesn't leave that icky residue that chap sticks often leave.  I carry it everywhere.  Only downfall?  It doesn't fit into pockets.

2.  Casting for The Hunger Games

A small addiction has risen in the form of continually checking the cast list for The Hunger Games.  I would be lying if I didn't say that I checked on the internet at least 3 times a day - and continually checking my twitter on my phone, seeing if anything has been confirmed.  SO MANY TRIBUTES have been cast.  So many of my favourites.  But so many more to go.

I don't think I've mentioned this (ha, WHATEVER) but it's being filmed in Asheville.  This mega-hit is being made an HOUR AWAY.  More awesome news: Thursday, Tommy, Drew, Val and I are heading out to the casting call for extras in, catch it, HENDERSONVILLE.  To be an extra isn't glamorous - but for The Hunger Games I would willingly enter the arena and thus die a seventy-four times to be included.  And with locality like that?  How can I pass?

3.  Exploring

Exploring has always been a hobby of mine; But, Saturday, I went on an adventure.

Tommy, his girlfriend Lindsey and the token Russian student, Vladimir, came up to see some falls.  I joined them, as I only live 10 minutes away.  As I've been trekking in the woods since I was 5, we took a lot of, *cough* unorthodox paths around the falls, often into thickets of poison oak.  Tommy then [dramatically] recited the waterfall scene from The Last of the Mohicans.

After that tomfoolery, we wanted to go swimming.  So we went near the bridge and played in the water.  We then decided to go through uncharted waters, through the rapids.  Barefoot.  I straddled a tree - Val broke the tree.  We climbed big rocks.  Then we decided to trek upstream through the rapids of death.  And I was the leader.

Best moment?  We were all holding onto some limbs when Val suddenly said, "Rachel, vet go of dee limb."  I had no idea what he was talking about until I saw the baby WASP NEST OF DEATH.  We managed to trek around it through the woods.  We also managed to run into strangers.  Lindsey, who lives in the city, was very excited about her adventure and told them, "We came up the rapids!  It was so much fun!"

They stared at her.  It may have been because she was in her underwear.

4.  Cats. Where they do not belong.

A Tumblr dedicated to cats being in places where cats do not belong.  Paired with the witty captions, I have never laughed so much.  I'm trying to decide if I have a legit obsession with cats.  If I do, I'm going to let it pass.  We all need something to love.

5.  Harry Potter

I'm looping two things into one category.  First off TRAILER:

Drew said I never blinked when I watched it.  It's true.  I think it looks fabulous.  Except for the falling off the bridge part; I'm a bit confused.  Because the Dragon in the 4th movie more or less fell around the same point, and it died.  And Harry and Voldemort don't die.  At least not that way.

Second off:

HARRY POTTER WORLD.

As I write this, I have 9 days until I'm home.  This will be my first trip.  I keep trying to find words to describe what I feel.  I'm coming up short.  No moment in my life will compare to what is to happen on May 12th.  Not the birth of my first child or the day I am to wed.  No.  I will cry.  As I write this, I find tears just thinking of the moment when I see that scarlet steam engine.  I just, I just, I don't know.

I'm so glad I get to share it with one of my best friends.  I'm going to try Butterbeer for the first time.  I'm may get to buy my wand.  Not a replica of someone else's - mine.

I'm going to stop, because my laptop is getting wet.

6.  Gladiator Sandals

A girl in my T.I.E. class broke my favourite flip flops.  My mom bought me a pair of $5 sandals to tide me over.  I wear them with everything.  And although they began to tear on the SECOND DAY I wore them, I do not care because I love them.

7.  The Mortal Instruments Series

I left the nerdiest for last.  I wish I could say I didn't like fantasy novels, but it would be a lie.  I've wanted to read City of Bones for a while, but just look at that cover.  It has a sparkly man chest.  Like, I can't even articulate how bad it looks, much less what it says about me as a person.

I won't say it's epic literature.  It's not up there with Harry Potter or The Hunger Games.  But, ya'll, it's good.  Like guilty pleasure, but a good guilty pleasure, one you don't mind admitting too.  I have feasted and devoured City of Bones and City of Ashes within days - that's just the first two books, and that's at least 1,000 pages.  I continually check my library account, waiting for the patron who has City of Glass to TURN IT IN so I can CHECK IT OUT and feast on its glory.

It features a normal girl named Clary who has lived a normal life.  She has her normal mother, her mother’s normal not-boyfriend, and her normal best friend (and captain of the nerds), Simon.  Everything is normal UNTIL she goes clubbing and she sees people no one else can see. *cue ominous music*  Then she finds out about these people called *cringe* Shadowhunters and they kill demons.

Anyway, one of the Shadowhunters is a boy named Jace, and he’s snarky and tortured.  And yes, that would be his sparkly, glittering chest on the cover.  As she begins to have feelings for him, she also begins to see Nerd Captain Simon in another way, which after 10 years of friendship, it’s about time.

Just so you know Simon is totally my favourite.  He a. is Jewish, b. an archer, c. wears glasses, d. is in a “band”, e. is a vegetarian, f. has unrequited love, and g. is allergic to ragweed.  He is the pinnacle of nerd/awesome and I think I want him as my boyfriend.  And just when he couldn't get any more awesome, he goes through something very serious, and it just makes him 8x more awesome.

I literally want him.  It's not a joke.  He has made me forget about all the crushes I have ever had, because they all revolve around this fictional character Simon and how much I want need him.

For now, these are my Horcruxs.  Will they change?  Most definitely.  But, the bright side is, if I keep changing them, Harry will never find them.

-Me

Look who found his way on Beatrice...

I bring my laptop to rehearsals for the waiting period, and I am fortunate enough to have a present as my wallpaper when I get back on:


...if only we all were so fortunate. *eyeroll*

-Me

Beam me up, Scotty!

HAI U GUYSS! GUESS WHAT?

That's right. I'm out. Like, from school. For three months. Jealous?
Because you should be.

Anyhoo, as I sit in the library at Western... hold up. Why am I at Western? Well my beloved laptop Beatrice's touch pad went all faulty on me, so I had them fix it. And they did a gorgeous job. She's little sad to leave the I.T. building though. So many handsome, young, strapping and flirtatious male laptops waiting on her every purr, and she gets to go home to my rinkydink gentleman desktop Sir Henry. He's in love with her; as is every other electronic. But will she ever realize his appeal? I doubt it because I sure don't.

Sooo, Summer Plans:
Work. Somewhere. I'll figure it out. ;)
AIDA AIDA AIDA
Hopefully the Foreigner; something with it, be it tech or acting. I'm obviously not picky.

Going along with the Aida train of thought: HANDMAIDEN GIFT BASKETS. Or should I say Pyramids? Once there are several more handmaidens than Bird Girls I'm going more so for crafty and cheep than "hey lets buy lots of stuff and I'll sew buttons on it, okay? Okay!" approach. Looking back, will I get everyone something? No.
For two reasons: 1. there are like, 14 handmaidens. If you think I am painstakingly going to cut pyramid gift boxes and glitter them for 14 handmaidens, you are sadly mistaken. 2. I'm poor and can only afford so many pairs of drawers. I think I'll just tie-dye white ones or something though. How does that make you feel? To think of me tie-dying your panties, eh?

Speaking of Handmaidens and Co. I've put the whole lot of them on a diet. Walking once a week and although the mass majority can't walk past a mile it is progress and by the time the play comes around we shall all be fit. Turns out I am surprisingly fit; I toted my 45 pound cousin up a steep and long driveway and back without even getting tired. I was impressed with this.
Although I do have the most horrible lungs. Untreated asthma or something. Whatever.
And all this fitness is disguised by a whole lotta fat. Mm.

Our first try was kind of failed though. I come out of the bathroom dressed in shorts and tennis shoes and they're all walking in decorative flip flops and normal shoes. Sillies. Had blisters. We walked half a mile and the whole lot was worn. We walked back and then went to Pizza Hut, which essentially kind of makes everything not exactly work and kind of useless.

Then crazy stuff happened that was weird and we're not going to relive it, mkay? Okay, so we will. One day. I'm kind of worn out. I have a Lock-In Recap floating in my drafts and I'll post it... sometime. I got to prune it to my preferences.

And I have to find a name for our Aida Fitness Days for Aida Fitness Days is a mouthful but not so much a mouthful as "Elaborate Lives are not so elaborate when they are fat," which is more or less my favourite. "Enchantment Passing Through my muscles hurts like a Pharaoh" doesn't quite work either. I'll think of something. "A Step To Far for I think I'm going to die..."

So, LETS TALK ABOUT AIDA SOME MORE! *hint: this is going to be life this summer. So get used to me talking about this.

So after our Plink Nights I have decided that I am tone deaf. Well, I sort of knew this and I can sort of tell when I'm major off but sort of not and it's all dastardly. I dunno. Kelly sung on-key in gentle tones in my ear to help me get on key and that helped a whole lotta. But my Kelly will not always be there to hold my hand, and *le sigh* this saddens me. We are kindred spirits my friend. :(

Anyhoo, all the handmaidens get to wear towels.
And I get to, more or less, wear something like this:

Fierce. In all actuality this is a unitard and the original word was "body stocking," but if you google body stocking you get something a little more... risque? Sure. So I'm thinking, "unitard" was more in mind. I will then be beamed up to the mothership at the end.

Don't be hating.

So, back to something else, my Dearest Kelly is doing a show for her Senior Project and who is to be in it but yours truly. We're doing "Snuff the Girl" from Urinetown and I'm *gasp* dancing. Kelly actually trusts me that much. Egad, what?

I also think she wants me to Emcee or something or something that's sort of like an Emcee but more like I walk out and dance and walk off and something happens and we're not sure what and it's all like Spaghetti Cat and Tavern Beaver and you just don't know.

And that's what I contribute. The More You Know

And in other news, I have picked up reading again now that the purgatory named college is over, and I am reading 2 books. One is 200 pages and is thoroughly boring but Kelly told me I would love it and obviously I do a lot for Kelly and I trust her opinion on what I like for we're pretty similar in this aspect. The Catcher in the Rye is this one and I keep waiting for the interesting part. I just got to the part where he buys a hooker, and I'm still not intrigued so there you go.

My other book is 600 pages and I'm halfway done with it as well. The Host by same woman who did Twilight. It's amazing. Even though the narrator annoys me a little in this one as well. She's such a pansy, but it's justifiable and works. But the person whose body she had taken over is not; she's hardcore. It's sad but great with lots of sections in it that are like, you know, the camping sections in Deathly Hallows where you just wait till its over so you get to that one good chapter and then we're camping again. Whatever. I found myself crying of the characters anguish last night. Don't judge me.

The guy she's in love with though is named Jared. Jared. This is significant.
He's also a jerk. How... appropriate. But pretty much my favourite character so there you go.

Anyhoodle, I'm off to Wal*Mart to buy a tape adapter because if I listen to what I have to listen to anymore I'll carve ornate bedposts out of my legs or something. Whatever. Good day friends.

-Me

Pee.Ess.
Grades!:
Religion: A-
Psycology: A
Acting I: B (WHAT?!)
Stagecraft: A+
Comp II: B

I agree Velma... whatever happened to class?

Okay, I had a fairly interesting conversation in theatre today... I was almost surprised by the openness of it all.  A little too surprised.

 

Being a person of just and moral values, not to mention a little class, I was slightly flabbergasted by the conversations that went on.

 

We didn't have class today, but we had to meet in groups together.  Before I know it, everyone is in a display of exerting certain bodily functions, talking about their "poop buddies" and fatchlateing quite openly.  Not only was I surprised, but appalled and disgusted.  Yes, it's something that we all do, but I dare say, it's a private matter.  I'm a very open person to most things, like my fear of nudity and participating in pee wars.  But number 2 conversations are completely unacceptable.  Perhaps I'm slightly old fashioned, but pleease.  I don't want to hear about it. Blargh...

 

Speaking of blargh, did anyone see The Soup this past week?!  I think I nearly died from laughing... true, nothing can beat spaghetti cat, but, the line "tickle my belly, and I'll pee in your face!" not only made me think, what is happening to toys today, but it made me think I was about wet myself.

 

Lets talk about the drama kids who don't have "poop buddies."  I went to my first member meeting last night, and how much fun.  Pizza!  Coke!  FOOD!  And one thing I can hardly wait for...

 

SMOKY MOUNTAIN CENTER FOR THE ARRRTS.

 

Part of me already thought that this would eventually happen, but now that it is... yay!  I just can't wait to claim MY dressing room.  You know the STAR dressing room.... permanent residence, right there.  I should pretty much go ahead and install my Harry Potter cutout.  But I would have to put a pillowcase over his head, because I would feel like he was watching me change.  I used to have a big problem with that.  Couldn't change in my bedroom because Harry looks at me from ever single direction.  Creepy.

 

So, I stayed for play practice, and I realized how much I longed to be in the play.  Stupid wedding.  Then I asked Effie who the girl in the blue shirt was.  She then replied that there were two people with blue shirts, and we laughed hardly at my stupidity.  Silly, silly Rachel.

 

Afterwards Kelly and I went on an adventure of searching for wireless internet with Beatrice and Sevy, after we did an interesting jig of pure excitement in the parking lot. We eventually found it at the Chamber, and we then continued to look up movie trailers and screaming like little girls at a Hannah Montana concert (IT'S MILEY!), holding hands and squeezing things in anticipation and excitement. I then had a spaz attack while driving and went slightly off the road.  Kelly was scared, but we knew someone would rescue us... in our daydreams.  :(

 

Why is the power out... I don't understand.  I bet the library is on lockdown, and I'm going to be stuck here forever.  And ever.  I don't think we can get out of the library.  I'm barricaded here.  Perhaps I'll go roaming around stealthy; investigating the bathrooms, pretending like I'm a secret agent, rolling under tables.... and everyone knows I would do it too.  I'll have to potty in the dark too, wandering for a toilet.

 

Well I have a book due by Friday...this Friday, and regardless of the fact that it is in the dark, I'll have to find light, *sigh* somewhere.  Stupid.

 

-Me

 

I love you Mr. Chocolate. I love you, I love you, I love you. I WOULD DIE FOR THESE CREATURES!

Angry, angry, angry.

This is my angry face: >:z

So, for my cousins wedding, which I am a bridesmaid out of five, we have ordered my dress. Or so we thought. The ladies at the wedding place have forgotten to order my dress. So, my cousin texts me asking what size I got. Medium (it's for the butt. XS in the top.) I reply. What size, 10 or 12. Well, of course a 10. But she doesn't get the message and says a 12. So I have to go back to the wedding place and get resized, and hopefully they will get it right.

But this is what is going to tick me more than anything. What if the wedding is canceled? What if I don't get a dress because they run out or something? What if I'm not in the wedding? The wedding is December 6th. The same day as the Christmas play that I can't do because of this wedding.

Gargh.

And to top it off, my beloved computer Beatrice is at the doctor. Weird stuff, with random things like Windows Media Player and wordpad not opening up. She still worked normally, but I wanted to nip it in the bud before it got out of control. 3 to 5 business days, of waiting, while they induce her into a extreme state of amnesia and all my files go "bye bye!" So for the meantime I am typing on this clunky rent-a-laptop that I only have for three hours. How I miss you Be.

:(

Amazing weekend though. Kelly, Abigail and I went and saw the House Bunny (good, stupid, fun.) and Kelly and I got $1 hotfudge sundaes at McDonalds. We then went to the movie store, and sat in the floor counting $6 in change to rent 3 dvds. We got Grizzly Man, Young Frankenstein, and Adventures of Fragle Rock. Grizzly Man was hilarious: "It may seem odd that I am touching her poop but it was inside her!" We were supposed to take the movie seriously, butttt we didn't. No it's not funny that he was eaten by the bears...

We drank Vaults and watched more movies, and we stayed up to three talking. She had hip hop class in the morning and while she was gone I did my college tests on her computer. (Beatrice! You're gone!) How I miss high school. How I miss high school drama. How I don't miss Scotty.

_{But I am visiting tomorrow.}

Speaking of spending the night at Kelly's, one of her sisters friends was over too. So that morning as I was walking from the kitchen to the computer, her friend was watching Pet Star on Animal Planet. And there was a black cat, able to eat with a fork... this cat eats with a fork! A cat with a fork. Eating. Spaghetti.

...yesss.

Anywho,

I didn't finish this post. Hm.

-Me