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Alright so I know I said I wouldn't post until something REALLY exciting happened to me, but I feel it's important I update everyone on what's coming up in my life. Yes, I do have one!

I am leaving for Chicago on Wednesday to visit family slash go on vacation slash go to a special party and event that's VIP with a special guest! I cannot say who the guest is until after the party, so you will have to stay tuned. Believe me, it's worth checking my entries for.

I also dyed my hair recently. Dark brown. It's so much better than light brown. And any color is infinitely and automatically better than RED.


Which segues perfectly into my next topic....


KAT IS A DIRTY PROSTITUTE WITH NO FRIENDS. NEVER EVER TALK TO HER BECAUSE SHE WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE. IF YOU EVER BUMP INTO HER RUN THE OTHER WAY. TRY NOT TO LOOK INTO HER HEINOUS EYES BECAUSE THEY WILL STEAL YOUR SOUL AND MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL. SHE IS A DISGUSTING EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING AND I REGRET EVER SPEAKING TO HER IN THE FIRST PLACE. AND I TRY NOT TO HAVE REGRETS. BUT MEETING THAT SKANK WHORE WAS MY BIGGEST ONE.




Okay, off to get ready for the new Saturday Night Live!


Goodnight moon,


Rachel

 Hey so I should just delete my live journal since I'm so crap at updating it. 
I wish this was a video blog, then I would probably update more. 


So I've been sick for the past 30 years and I'm sick of it. Yes. Sick of being sick. That's correct. 

CABIN FEVER IS DEVOURING MY SOUL. 

Alright well luckily I'm finally leaving the indoors and venturing to New York City on Saturday to see Kat Buttfuckingham. That tool. 

And then I've got some more things to look forward to...Oh life you pitch me little surprises when I least expect it. I probably sound so odd and cryptic right now. OH WELL. Okay I literally have nothing else to say. Just wanted to let the, what, two people who read this that I am in fact still alive. More or less. 

I won't be back until I have something extremely interesting and fascinating to write about. 

SO LONG!

-Rachel 

So, epic fail on my behalf for not updating this blog.

It's the end of August, and it is storming like a hairy beast outside of my window. Well, not just outside my window, all over the place. Only I can see it outside of my window. I can't stare through the wall and see the rain pouring that way. You see?

This has been the worst summer weather in the history of ever. That kind of rhymed. Unintentional.

Not that I like summer weather to begin with, but it's only been storming and humid. That's it. Thanks, Mother Nature, for a stand-up job.

ANYWAY, there's not much to talk about as I have decided today would be my lazy day. Since it is now evening, I have discovered some things about myself when I have nothing to do.



You know you're Rachel LeWinter when:


1) There is no food in the house and your hunger is so intense that you think a sweet dill pickle/mozzerella string cheese combination is a good idea. It's not.

2) You watch Nick and Norah over and over because now that it replays over and over on TV, you don't have to go put the DVD in.

3) You wish you had a gay friend named Lethario.

4) You take a digital picture of a Polaroid picture because you feel it's unnecessary to walk over to the scanner.

5) You celebrate Kristen Wiig's birthday by watching the 12 SNL episodes saved to TiVo.


Ah, life.



Goodbye, Farewell, So long, Au revoir,

Rachel

I HATE BEES.


I got in my car the other day to pick up Victoria, and just as I'm adjusting the seat, I turn to my right and see a bee sitting there staring at me. Staring at me with his venomous demon eyes that were saying "just try something and I can't wait to jab you with poison". THANKS, BEE.

I am terrified, TERRIFIED, of bees and I began to internally panic. I didn't know what to do, so I grabbed my purse and slammed it on the bee. But it didn't die. So I kept smashing my purse into it but it was just like, HEY LOOK AT ME I'M NOT GOING TO DIE and whatnot. So then I grabbed the GPS dvd case and cut the bee in half.

The end.


My birthday was last Monday. It was fun.



BYE FOR NOW!


Rachel

Sorry Sorry Sorry.

I'm really bad at this blog thing now. Oooh but I do have lots to tell!

So we're going all the way back to last Monday. I was invited to the NYC premiere of the new Jack Black/Michael Cera movie "Year One". It was amazing! I got to dress up and mingle with the stars. Namely Lauren Graham and Andy Samberg! Two people from my two favorite shows! There were tons of other celebs there, too. A handful of SNL stars, Lizzy Caplan, Amber Tamblyn, Rihanna...? Yes, I have NO idea why she was there. None whatsoever!

Anyhoo the night was totally awesome and kablamo. Then my feet started bleeding from my shoes. So not kablamo.

The next day I went back to NYC, and yes, I have to commute because I am currently looking for a new apartment, therefore I am currently not living in New York, therefore, my life sucks. SUCKS. So I went in the morning for a doctor's appointment and then I ventured forth towards Washington Square Park and that's where they were filming Remember Me (ie: Robert Pattinson's new movie). So I thought it would be fun if I stood around and tried to see him again since November. Eventually I saw him, even though he was under an unbrella I could still partially see him. And Emilie de Ravin. That girl is nothing special. No offense. Bleh, whatever.

The next day I finally got to sleep in. HOORAH! And then when I woke up I received an unexpected and urgent phonecall from my sister. She told me to come to the city asap because she got free tickets to see Shrek the musical. Well of course I was not about to turn down free Broadway tickets! So I made yet another bus trip into the city and met her at 53rd & Broadway. The show was surprisingly good. And funny. I gave it an 8.5. Go see it!

I didn't go back into the city until Father's Day and nothing super interesting happened in that lapse of time. I went to the movies with my parents of Father's Day, but then I got a BBM from Simone telling me she had a free extra ticket to see West Side Story that day. WEST SIDE STORY OMGGGGGGG YESSSSSSSS LALALALALALALALALA HOOOOOOORAYYYYYY, etc, etc.

So I RAN out of the theatre and was RUSHED to the bus stop where my 2:02 bus came at friggen 2:29. Oh, and just to clarify, the show was at 3 pm. YEAH. Awesome.

So it finally came and I got on and I kid you not, 10 minutes later, THE BUS BROKE DOWN. I was literally about to have a panic attack. 15 minutes later, another bus came and scooped us up and we hightailed it to NYC. When I got there, I RAN like I had never in my life. By the time I got there, I was drenched in sweat and my legs were numb. Hot. I was less than 15 minutes late but I made it and the show was incredible. Absolutely remarkable.

Afterwards, Simone, her mom, her aunt and I went into the Marriot Marquis to the top floor where they have a restaurant/drink thing. I had never been in there and it was SO COOL. The floor SPUN so you could see across the Hudson, deep into Manhatten, etc. It was beautiful. However, I felt like I was on an extremely slow, horizontal ferris wheel. But Simone and I got these really pretty fruity drinks and it was bliss. BLISS I TELL YOU.

Then I had to walk 20 blocks to meet my parents and sister in Chelsea for dinner. Joy, walking. We ate at this amazing thai place, Rin, and I got Pad See-Ew which is like flat noodles with broccoli and chicken in soy sauce. It was one of the most delicious dishes I have ever consumed. After dinner, my sister peaced and I told my parents that only five avenues away was heaven. Well, Shake Shack, which is my personal heaven. I always spoke about it to my mom and she was very curious to try it. Best milkshakes ever. Crazy delicious. I kid you not. So we trekked through the nasty rain to Madison Square Park and then we passed a building with apartments for rent. So of course I had to look. Which I did. They were nice, quaint, but $2600 for a small one bedroom? No, no thank you.

So we continued on and I got my chocolate milkshake and I was so happy that nothing could rain on my parade. Exempting the fact that it was already raining, that is. So then we came home and then nothing interesting has happened since then and that's about it for the last week and a half.

Now I'm going to hang out with my sweet little puppy, Peri. You shall hear from me soon. Hopefully. ENJOY SUMMER, FRIENDS.


Bye Bye Bye,



Rachel.

Okay.


Okay okay okay.


WHY was I out until 4 am last night? 

Really. I would LUUUUURVE to know.


And WHY did I have a sudden urge to clean out my room when I woke up this morning (afternoon?)? This is the first time I have ever had a clear desk, let alone use my desk, in about 4 years. THAT'S devotion to cleaning. Cleanliness is next to godliness. Or something like that.

I wrote four, count them FOUR, new songs these past two days. And now they are stuck in my head. Which I guess is a good thing. I just would prefer not to get sick of my own songs before I get into the recording studio.

It has been raining and cold and wet and sad these past few days. Where has the sun gone? I'm not really complaining much though, since the sun and I do not mesh well, but all this rain kind of makes you depressed. Whatever happened to "let the sunshine in"?

Since when is there a shelf above my desk? When did that get there? I have no recollection of a shelf every being on my wall. This is weird. TWILIGHT ZONE. DOO DEE DOO DEE DOO DEE DOO.

I do not even know why I am writing this blog currently. Nothing of interest has happened to me this week. Except I saw a French-Japanese ghost in a diner. I think that may have been the extent of my excitement. Sorry for wasting your time. I wish I could do video blogs on this thing. I'm more animated in person, or on-screen I guess. Oh, well. I promise things will be more exciting in two weeks when I am back in New York. Until then, I am attempting to find an apartment while writing more songs and getting ready for my new job! Hope you all have a WONDERFUL weekend!


La dee dah dah dah,

Rachel

Dear All,

I am in Michigan. I am not even on a coast of America right now. I am in the middle of it. Well, towards the north, but up there is just Canada. No offense, Canada. I admit I was once an avid Degrassi watcher.

I had Hummingbird cake today. Though I must say, hummingbird cupcakes from Magnolia's are much better. Infinitely better. Oh, I miss you New York. Bahhhhh.

I saw Angels and Demons! Oh boy it was super good. Go see it. I'm tired. What time is it? 

Okay so I am going to give you all some useful information. Get ready.
When one does not sleep well, or at all, one night, and then is pried out of bed at 8 am, do not do the following: 

1) Drink an entire can of Rockstar Energy Drink (especially on an empty stomach)

2) When finished with said energy drink, do not, I repeat DO NOT, proceed to Starbucks and order an Iced Coffee with sugar

If you follow these steps, I promise that you will not bug out, send out random text messages and pee (green) every three minutes for the next 2 hours. Unless you are deranged. And have an uncontrollable bladder to begin with.

I am very glad to have provided this vital information for you. Enjoy these wee hours of the night; it's time for me to wind down.


I said good day,


Rachel

Okay.

So Saturday Night Live is the greatest show in the world. I hope you all watched tonight's with Justin Timberlake. I have never laughed so hard in my entire life. Honestly, everyone who teams up with Andy Samberg Wins at life (i.e: Justin Timberlake, Shia LaBeouf & Paul Rudd). Those four men are my favorite men of all time.

I will be a cast member on the show one day. It will happen.




Be a mother lover,

Rachel

Hello World,

Let me start off by saying that I have celebrated my first and last cinco de mayo. I cannot even begin to discuss what went down on Tuesday night. Tequila and I are not friends. We're actually mortal enemies. The results lie in the bruises all over my body, my bruised rib and a gash all the way down my knee. WHAT THE FRENCH TOAST?!

Two and a half margs and a half a bottle of smirnoff. Never. Never. NEVER again.

I remember going out with Kara, Simone and Kat to a nice place at the South Street Seaport, and we had so much fun. Then it all got blurry. And rainy. And I fell. A lot.

Okay that's it. I am not going on any further. Mainly because I don't know what happened.

Now I'm tired. I had to walk back in the rain in sandals. And I'm not in a good mood. But I thought I'd update everyone on my life because I have been MIA for the past month. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.


Ho-hum pigs bum,

Rachel

My door just fell off.



I literally don't know what else to say.







Good day,


Rachel

Oh dear God. I have no idea where to even begin. Yesterday was the most insane and out of control day slash night in forever. It began when Caroline and I headed over to the pillow fight on Wall St. and jumped into the crowd. Let me tell you, we're not the brightest pair. While I was choking, gasping, and trying to ignore the light of doom, I was nearly decapitated by incoming pillows. Everything got dark, and I was lost in a sea of feathers. I finally managed to escape, after I put down my pillow and put my fists up. Fresh air, clear lungs. Just how I like it. I headed back home very shortly after and informed Simone that even though the pillow fight was terrifying and not so much fun, we were going to the after party in Brooklyn. Nice.

After taking a lot of time to get ready, because we don't party often, we were set to go! We figured out directions, and then our subway decided to stop for good at a place that was, well, not our stop. Awesome, truly. We had to get a bus transfer and go to the creepy slums and wait outside in the, wait for it, freezing cold because spring has decided to commit suicide and is no longer with us. After waiting for what seemed like forever for the bus, we finally got on, got to our stop, and transferred to another subway. Along the way, we encountered a screaming bag lady doing, what else, screaming. "Imma put my foot in their ass", she informed everyone at an unnecessarily high decibel. Whilst sitting on the train, a guy in a suit sat next to me. He had a pillow. Huzzah he's going where we're going! His name was Paul but he sounded like Michael Cera. Exactly, actually. So I decided I would call him Paulie Bleeker for the duration of the night, which isn't far off since his name is Paul.

We got to Brooklyn, tried to figure out West, and began to walk. It was so bitterly cold I thought my limbs would fall off. When we hit the warehouses, because this rave was in fact in a warehouse, we saw swarms of cops. We thought it was a trick and the cops would lock us in and bust us. Awesome. We went inside and saw people in lots of rainbow clothes, a man with a blue face and angel wings, and a whole lot of lights. We got there kind of early, expecting a huge line. However, we discovered the cops found out about the party and they needed to see the permit to use the space, have the fire marshall clear the building, etc. Well, that meant a lot of waiting around. For hours. After a while, we just wanted our money back since the party wouldnt happen. Suddenly, blue faced angel wings man came and told us to stick with him, the party was being moved to a club. Then he ran out. Were we supposed to follow him? What the hell?

So we decided to go back to the subway because apparently the club was close by. Then we saw a mob of people and Caroline and Paul went to the front to check it out. Well, up front was blue angel wings man and we got the front of the line! We went right in, and it was a nice club, I must say. We all got drinks and then decided it was time to rave. We danced. A lot. I missed dancing, it was epic. After a while we got a few more drinks and Caroline and Simone left for a bit and then Paul got trashed and then, well, I mean, you can figure out what happened next...

When Simone and Caroline came back, we noticed the people all around us were smoking pot and snorting coke. So we decided to leave and dance more. And then, the most amazing thing happened. Simone and I danced in a cage in the air. A CAGE! I felt so classy. Like a stripper. It was SO much fun. I really let my hair down last night. I wasn't afraid of anything. Hours later, we decided to call it a night. We got on the subway and transferred to get us back to Manhatten. After saying bye to Paulie Bleeker, we realized we were starving, and made a DD run for some food. We finally got back home after what felt like years, and that's all I remember. Pretty good memory I must say, considering the circumstances. All's well that ends well. Now I must dash, tons to do today. Weeeeeeeee!


Excuse I,


Rachel

Excitement, excitement!

After living in New York City since August, I have FINALLY seen the filming of Gossip Girl. It's about time! So after my class yesterday, everyone's facebook status' (statoxen?) read something or other about meeting the cast and taking pictures. Intrigued, of course, I immediately texted one of my friends to discover more. She told me Gossip Girl was filming four blocks from me! Upon hearing this, Simone and I immediately raced over and saw many many extras in ballgowns, cameras, lights, etc.

This was around 3, and Simone hosts a radio show and had to bolt for that, leaving me alone. I walked around because filming was taking place at 3 different locations within a mile radius. I ended up at the trailers and sat down outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone. 45 minutes later and defeated, I made my way back to where one of the scenes was being shot. I stood outside that building for a while, at by 4:15, I had to jet to UBA TV and then an early dinner. Just as I was about to go, Penn Badgley walked by me. And smiled. GAHHH! Then, 2 minutes later, Blake Lively walked right by me. Two inches from me! I knew they were attractive on TV, but they were both gorgeous. Happy and semi-satisfied, I left the set. When I found out they would be there until midnight, I knew Simone and I would come back.

After dinner, I made my way back to my building when Simone called me and told me she wanted to go see filming. We headed out, and it was freezing. I'm sorry, where's Spring again? I nearly froze by the end of the evening. I could have died! No, no, too over dramatic. Oh man, sidetracked! Okay, so here we go. I went back to where I saw Penn and Blake, because that's where all of the cameras and lights were set up. After about 30 minutes, more people flocked over, that's when I met Mike. Some man asked me what they were filming, and I told him "I don't know", because honestly, there were enough people there already. That's when Mike asked us if we did really know, and we told him the truth. He seemed like a nice kid. I was right.

The three of us hung out, and then I saw some other people I knew crowded around. That's when Leighton arrived. Leighton Meester. Gorgeous creature. In the most beautiful dress to date on the show. It was clearly the filming of prom, and it was magnificent. After watching a few takes of Blair and Serena's scene, we drifted back to the trailers and met some girls who turned out to be awesome. After joking and laughing and freezing to death, there he was. Ed Westwick. In all his glory. That was what I came to see. And get a picture. I came, I saw, I conquered. Beautiful.

Then Chace Crawford emerged! I'm not his biggest fan, but he was so sweet and dashing. They all were so so so nice. Such a relief. Then Ed went to get his makeup done, and Jessica Szhor came looking for him! I think they're cute together. She was so lovely and took pictures with us all and was hopping all around. Adorable. Ed reemerged and I got some more shots, along with Blake. I looked up and she was RIGHT THERE. Brilliant! It was amazing.

We then headed back to our original spot and watched a horse-drawn carriage scene with Blair, Nate and Chuck. It was so pretty. They were so pretty. Then I fell for Mike because he knew everything I was quoting, which no one rarely does, and we had 563894206934 other things in common. So what's a girl to do the first night she meets a guy like that? Get married, of course! Simone, a legit ordained Rabbi, married us. It was magical. Right by the horse-drawn carriage. Hoorah I'm a married woman!

After the intense cold temperature coursing through my veins subsided and resulted in complete numbness, we left the set and made our way to McDonald's. Classy, right? Where else do you go at 11:30 pm in downtown NYC? Well we ate and laughed and had so much fun, but it was eventually time to go. I said goodnight to my husband and Simone and I trekked back to our building. That's when the violence occured.

Liam came to our door at 1 am to tell us about a concert he went to. That eventually led to brutal attacks against us, which was all caught on video for evidence. It was the most ridiculous hour of my life. Fun, but absolutely and utterly ridiculous. We eventually kicked him out and passed out cold. So exhausted. Such a long and exhilirating day. I love life. Lalalala. Ho-hum, I'm already off and running, you shall hear from me soon!


Catch you later, Jobin,

Rachel

You guys, I have been so active these past two days that I am just crashing and burning. My body is rejecting any kind of movement so I'm subconsciously paralyzed. This morning was terrible. I woke up at 11 am because I was supposed to pick up my best friend, and she calls to tell me she was in an accident and needs surgery, etc. I am so worried about her, so please send positive thoughts. Victoria, beautiful girl, I'm always here for you!

So I sort of fell back asleep and was half-awake until around 1:30 when the loudest, most obnoxious vacuum was turned on right outside my door. I was so angry because I just really wanted to finally fall back asleep. ARGGGHHH. Ho-hum pig's bum. Then Simone and I couldn't even eat, because we decided not to since we ate SO MUCH all day yesterday. So I basically stayed in bed until 5:30 watching Supernatural and surfing the net. Then the glorious 5:30 rolled around and we went uptown to the BEST PLACE EVER.

SHAKE SHACK. Oh, dear God, it is the most glorious place in New York City. I am a huge milkshake girl, and they have the best chocolate milkshake I have ever had in the world. Plus, cheese fries. Mmm they were so amazing. Seriously, go. W77th & Columbus. I want to go back soon already!

So after Shake Shack with Liam and Simone, we realized we had to get back downtown ASAP because the KIDS CHOICE AWARDS were on! However, I was going to cry upon discovering the Express 2 & 3 WEREN'T RUNNING. The local was brutal and we were running out of time. So we made the bold decision in taking a cab.

Finally we got back to our building at 7:56 pm. As I was going through the revolving door, LIAM TRAPPED ME INSIDE. I couldn't get out! Simone didn't even realize I wasn't behind her for a few minutes. Thanks, friend. Then when he released me, I made a beeline for the elevator. Upon reaching the fifth floor, LIAM WOULDN'T LET US OUT. He trapped me in an iron lock, and when Simone got out and tried to get out, Liam somehow pulled her back in. This went on for at least 3 minutes and thankfully, we finally made it out. How I cursed Liam. Liam, psshht.

Now, Simone and I are watching the Kids Choice Awards. I don't know why. We're beyond the age limit for viewing this program. I love it. Oh well, that's about it for me. I'm going to bed soon. It's not remotely sad I'm going to bed early on a Saturday night. Yahoo!


I'll get it,

Rachel

Hello all and good morning to you! I have not been purposely neglecting my blog, but I've barely been home at all in the last two days. Now it's 1:41 in the morning and I really need to be up soon to pick up my best friend from home at Port Authority.

So yesterday, well Thursday was extremely long and tiring. I had to get up at 8:15 again, and that never makes me thrilled. I had an acting class in the afternoon, and Vella and I performed our final scene from a play called "Fat Men in Skirts" by Nicky Silver. We barely rehearsed because it was our third time doing this scene, and we just did not care anymore. Actually, our teacher said it was the best one yet, so hoorah! Now we have to move onto our monologues. Boo. I'd rather do another scene, they were much more fun.

Then Thursday night I had choir rehearsal, because if you hadn't known already, I love to sing. It's maaaaaaaahr-velous and wunderbar and I love it I love it I love it! However, our choir isn't very organized, and we're singing kind of lame songs. But hey, at least I get to sing. Especially since I'm taking a little hiatus from my voice lessons. Sorry, Laura! I shall miss you and my weekly Upper West Side visits for a while!

Finally, after choir I got to rest and watch some much needed television. Who watched Grey's Anatomy?! When Derek proposed to Meredith in the elevator, ugh. Moved me to tears. However, I'm sick of Izzy. Kill her off. We know it's inevitable.

Lalalala okay enough about TV.

SOOOOOO Friday was super duper exciting! I woke up to two text messages, four emails, three missed calls and three voicemails. Dear lord, I don't even get that much blackberry attention when I'm awake amongst the living! I guess I'm uber popular when I'm naturally unconscious. Good to know. So Vella called and begged me to go to Union Square for Falaffels (sp?) with her, and I declined. However, when I happened upon the weather station I called her back and accepted! I'm so thoughtful. The falaffels turned out to be delicious. Whilst we ate in Union Square Park we people watched and then a Verizon PSA was filmed right in front of us, while and NYU student film was being taped to our right. The guy filmed was letting his inner Jack Bauer shine through and hopping over fences while taking off running. Fabulous. Eventually we found the energy to get up, frankly because Vella wanted ice cream, and decided to go on a hunt for a dessert truck. The hunt didn't take very long since we got tired once we hit St. Marks. So it was back home for myself where after my shower, Simone told me how she wants $1 pizza on St. Marks. Where I just was. Less than an hour ago. Brilliant.

After making her wait an excruciatingly long time to get ready, just in spite of her, we were off. I suggested we go to the MoMA at 5 since it's free Friday evenings, and after many subway transfers and walking, we found out we had the wrong address. WHAT?! THE WRONG ADDRESS?! you say? Yes! I know. We went six avenues out of our way. SIX. Oh, dear lord. By that time, my feet were aching from my sandals, and I had spotted V*NYL, the ultimate of ultimate food joints. And yes, basically all Simone and I do is eat. So we had a wonderful meal and I danced in the Cher bathroom, as per usual, because I am a dancing fool and I love to disco. I embrace it.

FINALLY, we get back home after a grueling rush-hour subway ride, and I literally collapse on my bed. Once I change and get comfortable, of course Vella calls and wants us to dress up and go to dinner at the SouthStreet Seaport. BAH. I reluctantly agreed, though I literally could not eat anymore, but joined in for a much needed girls night out, along with Chelsea and Allie!

Dinner was so much fun, the night was beautiful, and after a couple of other shennanigans, I found my way back here, to my bed, to my blog. Now I really must dash and sleep, because I'm in for quite a long night tomorrow. No sleep for me. You'll be able to find me all over New York tomorrow, so keep your eyes peeled!


Life is like a box of chocolates,

Rachel

Good evening, my fickle friends! I am writing to you from my bed, of course, whilst watching Home Alone 2: Lost In New York. Do you know who is in that movie? Tim Curry is in that movie. Tim Curry! He stole my soul and kept it his own. Ah, Tim Curry, I do love thee. Anyhoo today was infinitely better than yesterday. Approved! My class this morning was cancelled, and I was able to sleep until 11:30, 11:30! Marvelous. Then, at 1:30 I had my film class, and we watched the best Alfred Hitchcock movie. Ever. If you have not seen Rear Window, I feel so very sorry for you. I've seen it a million trillion times and I still get surprised at parts. Go order it from Netflix, my dears. I promise you will not regret it.

After class I went food shopping! Simone and I have some bizarre infatuation with cereal, so I picked up plenty. Then I got more sushi, I do believe I have a Sushi Syndrome of some sort. And I bought soup. Soup! Huzzah! I love soup, though not as much as pudding. Puuuuuudding. Never gets old.

So I was rather content with the weather today. Not too hot, not too cold, all you really need is a light jacket. PLUS I recently purchased this sweet yellow scarf that adds color to my normally darker clothing. It's all yellow-y and sunshine-y and makes me smile a lot. So I walked back to my pad (?) and checked my email and whatnot while of course watching Gilmore Girls, the greatest show in the history of ever. After that I once again endured physical pain and went to the gym, where ironically I saw Chelsea and Vella. After a grueling 45 minutes I decided not to push myself anymore with cardio because I've been a bit under the weather. Boo illness. Yay endorphins!

After that, I took the shower of a lifetime and when I was done, something TERRIBLE happened. I looked in the mirror and saw a blob of shampoo still in my hair. A BLOB I TELL YOU! So I turned the water back on and washed it out. Then when I looked back in the mirror, something even worse happened. IT WAS STILL THERE. How can that be?! I scrubbed my hair so it would wash out. Someone is clearly out to get me. Finally the shampoo came out, and all was well with the world. And I didn't melt off my finger while doing my hair this time! Oh happy days.

Now I am so exhausted, I could literally fall over. Good thing I'm laying in a cloud, er, bed. My roommate has an online shopping addiction problem. She needs help. Are there any meetings in New York for people like this? I know they had one in Confessions of a Shopaholic, but I hope they're actually real. I'm worried. She could die. It's serious. 

I want Serendipity's. Or Veselka. Either one and I'd be happy. Maybe this weekend. Yes, definitely this weekend. I need to get into some shennanigins. I miss going out all night around NYC. Yes, yes, I will do this. Then maybe I'll bump into the guy I'm not-so-secretly in love with. That would be magical.

Okay that's it for tonight. Hopefully after this weekend I'll have more interesting views of the world and stories to share. Until then, goodnight good citizens of the world. I shall miss thee.


Fly away little canary,

Rachel

So I know it hasn't even been 24 hours since my last entry, but I feel like I just need to write down everything to get it off my chest. This morning was not a great one. 8:15 rolled around yet again, and as per usual, I woke to Andy and Chris screaming in my ear. I need to change my alarm ring to something more soothing. Maybe a little Iron & Wine would do the trick.

Anyway, I made a great attempt to pry myself out of my warm, lovely bed, only to fail miserably in doing so. I ended up not waking up until 11 am, and even then I suffered a great challenge getting up. After I managed to discover how to use my legs again, I made a brutal decision to succumb to masochism and went off to the gym. I seem to enjoy torturing myself these days. After running on the treadmill and working out on a bike machine, while watching the price is right of course, I went back to my place and took a lovely warm shower. It was absolutely necessary considering life has been so hectic that I was not even sure when I last bathed. It couldn't have been too long ago...

Alas, now I am nice and clean! Although I endured great pain whilst drying my hair. I am convinced that the flat iron is actually Satan's play toy. I nearly melted off my finger when attempting to de-frizzyify my hair. It may have only lasted a minute, but it was enough to put a joyous Twilight band-aid on my left pointer finger. Except those band-aids evidently suck, and fell off not too long later.

Clean and ready, I went to go grab lunch with Vella. 'She left her building?!' you say? Yes, fair onliners of the world, I stepped outside into the brisk New York City air to face the day. I was extremely excited to munch on sushi and, wait for it...PUDDING! Yes, pudding. God's gift to the world. I was extremely thrilled, considering pudding is my favorite food group. I mean, even the word is fun to say. Pudding. Puuuuuuudding. Excellent.

Now I am back in my room macking on pita chips and listening to my iTunes waiting until the inevitable 5 o'clock to roll around when I must depart again. How sad. If I could just never leave my bed of happiness again, I absolutely would. However, it is completely necessary for anyone to come pry Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist from my DVD player because I literally cannot stop watching it. The DVD isn't stuck or anything, I just refuse to press "eject".

I'm sure many of you are thinking "oh dear lord this poor girl has fallen into temptation and is on drugs", but I really am not. This is actually just how I am. I'm a mess, but I like to think of myself as unique. I'm quite fun to be around, in person at least. On here I probably just sound like a mad woman. Hope I haven't corrupted any of you...yet!


Hugs Not Drugs,

Rachel

Hoorah! Yes I have finally caved and made a blog. I figured it was time to share my chaotic life with the rest of you beautiful live journal-ers. So I'm back in my beautiful bed in New York City watching crap television with my lovely roommate, Simone. It seems Amy has been preggers for six trillion years, just pop the damn thing out already!

Anyways, today was oodles of poodles of fun. I woke up at 8:15 in the morning to Chris Parnell and Andy Samberg screaming "Lazy Sunday" at me through my blackberry. My heart literally stopped and I nearly died --died(!)-- I tell you! I rolled out of bed, hair a haystack, blankets strewn in every direction possible, and made my way to examine my appearance. Beautiful, let me tell you. Alas, I was running late and ended up leaving looking like a tired, hollow shell someone could project their personalities on. Reminds me of a certain actress in a certain vampire movie I know of...

What happened to Spring? I was unprepared for the 'wind lash' I experienced leaving my building. The only good part was the magnificent sun shining down from the sky to get me through the morning. Am I so lame as to bask in the sunshine because I love my ray-bans? I am not ashamed. I just couldn't be.

After a tiring morning (no time to even get coffee!) I finally managed back to my room where I briefly attempted to write a paper, and failed miserably in doing so. I ended up passing out cold, and evidently Simone informed me every so often I would release a violent snore. I never snore in my sleep, so even she was as shocked as I was. Hours later, I finally awoke from my exhausted stupor and managed to spend the next several hours writing a paper on seven classic movies. I can, however, honestly tell you I am not sure what I wrote four pages on, but will find out when I receive my grade. Yikes, doomed much?

Oh, look, a commercial for the new Zac Efron movie. How much does it suck that Michelle Trachtenberg can't even make out with Zac because he plays her "back-in-time" father? They would be a cuter couple. Get rid of that troll, Zac. Oh dear, I should not be so cruel. I did not create this to web-bash, but merely to inform all of you interested people in my days.

Alright, well nothing much left to comment on tonight. Still exhausted, still stressed, still living in the city that never sleeps. Maybe that's why I'm always tired...?


Away laughing on a fast camel,

Rachel