OUAISSSS!

Ethics has potential to be an okay class.

frenchclass. soo classic. je l'adore, specialment M. Monahan , il est trop mignon!

the word love is so over used that it doesn't hold enough meaning for me. J'ai trop ardeur pour mes amis de Yale. The french always say it better. skype skype SKYPE.

I get sad sometimes because I know I won't be going to faraway places like Norway or Venezuela to see some of them; but MAY '11 Italy and Paris reunion and I'll stay there until college, I can't wait :)!!

When we would all go to lunch or hang out on the quad we didn't gossip. We taught each other different words and talk about what we did differently. We talked about the stereotypes that we had for each other's countries and laughed our asses off at how dumb they sounded. These talks were different from what I'm usually surrounded by and . Maybe we were more honest with eachother and vulnerable because we knew it was only a month of living with each other.

For me, if the only thing that two people can talk about is gossip when they are around each other then they aren't really friends and this weird feeling comes over me when it happens sometimes. I fall out of touch with people I've known for years and it seems like gossip is the only thing that holds us together and I hate that. I can go to school with someone for a whole year and only see tiny glimpses of who they really are and what they are really about. It takes so long to understand someone and back there, it was completely the opposite. Maybe it's too much to ask..

School is the polar opposite of what I want, plus I have summer reading. I just feel like a whole bunch of shit is coming my way and there is nothing i can do to stop it. PUTAIN.

Attend! non reste-ici , je t'aime

It's over and I can't stop crying. Last night when we were all outside until dawn saying goodbye I watched as people kissed and cried as some left for early flights. Then as soon as Nicolas got up to go I couldn't keep it together. As soon as they stepped out the gates , Louis and others lit up their cigarettes for the first time in three weeks and the crowd cheered. It was the first time in a long time that I allowed myself to let go of everything that I had been holding back. Those of us that remained held on to eachother silently trying to take it all in. The depressing part is that some of us won't see eachother for years. People are from Venezuela, italy , mexico, France , all over and we've lived with each other for a month. Tomorrow morning Valentine's phone will not play wavin flag to wake us up for the shower, tomorrow Come will not say a sly remark in french across the class to me, tomorrow every single one of us will be back home, alone and it makes me want to curl up in my bed and not come out. I am never this open but after meeting these people who kiss you good morning on the cheeks and speak their thoughts with no hesitation, I don't care anymore.

On the last night we all came together and the performing arts classes showed us their pieces.
Everyone sang along with the band to Hotel California, as the song ended there was a moment where we realized that this song would remind of our time here and the people we met and that we'd never forget.

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here


Vous me manquez...Esperons que nous reverrons un jour. l'amour à tous!

-Rachelle.

won't you come stay a while love ?

Here, is all about being in the moment, having fun with people because you enjoy their company. I laugh and learn so much; everything is so rushed and relaxed at the same time.
Happiness.
The kind where you laugh so hard that you almost have to go potty; where that warm feeling spreads from your chest to your arms and face ; where you speak to someone with your eyes and smile at the same time.
The thing is sometimes I am scared that when I go back to school, all this warmth is going to go away and I will be just as lost as before.

yale..hola, bonjour, hi, si jambo,

im at yale for some of the summer for a program. there are people from all over the world at program which is really great. the french boys are amazing. I'll say "Bonjour" and they'll turn their face and then i remebered i was supposed kiss them on both cheeks . They are lovely, everyone here is meeting people and I am so happy to be away from homeee. Plus my pysch classes are wondrufulll =). There are trips every weekend and I am going paintballing for the first time in my life tomorrow. This place brings out a different side of me..
bon soir, je pars a huit heures demain..

When I get older
I will be stronger
they'll call me freedom
just like a waving flag

"oh, wow" - Cassie.

mother quote:
"Rachel where are you all going?"
" movies to see that twilight movie"
" is that a joke? You all are going to waste your money on some rubbish film. It looks stupid, plus that boy looks like he is constipated all the time. None of them can act"
" Thanks for that mother"
"Anytime"


Brought my sister to go see Eclipse for her birthday. I fell asleep halfway through it but for the hour I was up, it was not that painful to watch . My neighbor was all " you're conforming to society Rachel.." and I said I wasn't , first of all I can't say a movie sucks unless I watch it, plus who gives a shit if I watch it? It's not like I'm freaking about it. I'm also going to watch it so that when Harry Potter comes out in a couple of months I can watch it and truly say HP was a million times better.

When Rebekah introduced me to the book five years ago during MCAS (shit that was soo long ago) I was obsessed. Now when I think about it , when I am thirty or older they are going to say that a movie that everyone liked when I was young was "Twilight" and that just all around sucks.
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My sisters would not stop screaming about Eclipse on the car ride back home. Malkia just kept on going " oh my gooood, Rachel you HAVE to take to me to that creepy goth store to get a team jacob shirt. Did you see him with his shirt off, because I did! Talk about sexy, God I am just freaking out right now. As soon as the DVD comes out I am going to buy it, and the pause it when Jacob comes on shirtless and just stare at him for like..EVER!"

The music was pretty good, maybe I'll get some of the songs. I felt pretty smart because recognized some of the artists..

-Shout out and thanks to Sasha Pacek for introducing me to Florence + the machines and my sister Sasha for giving the black keys cd and JT for the Bands of Horses music when we were freshmann !
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Also I watched this British show called Skins on youtube. It's dramatic and unrealistic and depicts teenage life as this constant party; but it was extremely entertaining. I find myself imitating the accents when I talk, it's kind of funny.

Teens are like Africa

*I wrote this a couple of months ago.

This week started out stressful but a film in English, "Merchants of Cool" and someone has made me smile so much ! :) The film is about advertising in America and it was made almost a decade ago but it is hilarious. We discussed afterwards whether Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera was a better artist. When my teacher said he'd rather bang is head through a glass window than listen to either one of them there was an uproar (my class is basically all girls.) Even though he is sometimes a douche , my teacher is really funny.

Anyways, the sunlight lately has put me in a better mood; then I think of tennis season coming up and my happy mood goes away. I love tennis but the team is nothing like basketball teams. They are constantly competing and sneering, and some of them making stupid jokes that are not funny. They call coach names behind her back, and maybe if they were at least a bit funny I wouldn't mind but they are straight up rude. There is something about being out on the basketball court with a team and supporting someone even if they make a mistake. Tennis isn't like that, at all. Who knows maybe this year will be better..
Yesterday I went for a two mile run with my sister and the neighbor. They stopped running after two minutes because they were texting. The text said and I qoute " How the f*** can you just stop liking someone, we have been through so much together, I love him." I laughed out loud when I read this, this girl is only thirteen years old, she has no idea what she is talking about. When I was in eighth grade it was not like that, I don't know what is going on with kids today

B&N makes me oh so happy.

So what did I ask for a birthday present from three people? Gift certificate to Barnes & Noble. I spent three hours in there yesterday and I absolutely loved it. I went throughout different sections in the store and picked up twenty books. My favorite corner is the one near the Starbucks; it's farthest from the childrens section and the smell of the coffee relaxes me. When I took breaks from reading, I peeked around the corner to see who else was so engrossed in their book that they weren't paying attention to anything else. Lucien kept calling me a nerd and said he wanted to do something else. It irked me how different how interests are, so to take my mind off of the fact I told him to go look for a book I would like. Instead he found this bag; I love it.















On a side note, it has taken me so long to realize that our interests and goals are barely similar. I love reading, and spending time alone, playing sports and relaxing with my family; he does not do any of that. When I said I was looking at colleges in Canada, Washington D.C, and Georgia ( basically all over), all he said was "why?" He doesn't understand my reasoning but I'm glad that I am finally branching out and nobody not even him is going to keep me from leaving. I don't care if it's selfish, it's SUMMER 2010, I have my last year ahead of me and I am going to enjoy myself. ALLONS-Y! =)

say whaaat? it's muh my birthday?

The birthday was yesterday and all I wanted to do was to see my brothers again.

I was in NY and some friends were supposed to take me out, but as always they were running around doing something and I sat there waiting for two hours. Nothing ended up happening so I went to my aunt's house and I felt so at ease because I was with family.I took my baby cousins and sat out on the porch and watched the fireworks display. My baby cousin bounced in my lap screaming, " look waychel, fyawoks!" So I held him up in the air and felt the vibrations of his laughter rolling down into my fingers it all made me smile just for a while.

All I see is fireworks,
All I see is fireworks
Every night it's fireworks
Every night it's fireworks
All I see is fireworks
Taking off like fireworks
Taking off like oh-ah-oh-oh

old news I like to read

Radio: Hi, we’re back, this is radio KX and we’re here with Connor Oberst of the band Bright Eyes. How are you doing Connor?
Conor: Fine, thanks. Just a little wet.
Radio: Oh yeah, it’s still coming down out there.
Conor: Yeah, I sort of had to run from the car.
Radio: Well we are glad you made it. Now your new album, Fevers and Mirrors. Tell us a little bit about the title. I noticed there was a good deal of repeated imagery in the lyrics, fevers…..mirrors, scales, clocks. Could you discuss some of this?

Radio: So talk a little bit about some of the symbolism.
Conor: Well the fever is basically whatever ales you or oppresses you, it could be anything. In my case it’s my neurosis, my depression, but I don’t want to be limited to that. It’s certainly different for different people. It’s whatever keeps you up at night.
Radio: I see.
Conor: And then the mirror is like, as you might have guessed, self-examination or reflection or whatever form. This could be vanity or self-loathing. I don’t know, I’m guilty of both.
Radio: That’s interesting. How about the scale?
Conor: The scale is essentially our attempt to solve our problems quantitatively through logic or rationalization. In my opinion it’s often fruitless, but always, well not always. And the clocks and calendars... its just time, our little measurements. It’s like, it’s always chasing after us.
Radio: It is, it is. How about this Arienette, how does she fit in to all of this?
Conor: I’d prefer not talk about it, incase she’s listening.
Radio: Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize she was a real person.
Conor: She’s not, I made here up.
Radio: Oh, so she’s not real?
Conor: Just as real as you or I.
Radio: I don’t think I understand.
Conor: neither do I, but after I grow up I will. I mean, you know what, a lot of things are really unclear for me right now.
Radio: That’s interesting. Now you mentioned your depression.
Conor: No I didn’t.
Radio: You’re from Nebraska. right?
Conor: Yeah, so?
Radio: Now let me know if I’m getting to personal, but there seams to be a pretty dark past back there somewhere. What was it like for you growing up?
Conor: Dark? Not really. Actually I had a great childhood. My parents were wonderful. I went to a catholic school. They have, I had money, so it was all easy. I basically had everything that I wanted anytime.
Radio: Really? So some of the references like babies in bathtubs are not biographical?
Connor: Well I did have a brother who died in a bathtub…drowned. I actually had five brothers that died that way.
Radio: (Chuckle)
Conor: No, I’m serious. My mother drowned one every year for five consecutive years. They were all named Patrick, so that’s, they all got one song. it’s sort of like walking out a door and discovering its a window.
Radio: But your music is certainly very personal.
Connor: Of course, I put a lot of myself into what I do. It’s like being an author, you have to free yourself to use symbolism and allegory to meet your goal. And part of that is compassion, empathy for other people and their situations. Some of what I sing about comes from other people’s experiences. It shouldn’t matter, the message is entitled to be universal.
Radio: I see what you mean.
Conor: Could you make that sound stop, please?
Radio: Yes. And your goal?
Conor: I don’t know. Create feelings I guess. A song never ends up the way you planned it.
Radio: That’s funny you’d say that, do you think that…
Conor: Do you ever hear things that aren’t really there?
Radio: I’m sorry, what?
Conor: Never mind. How long have you worked at this station?
Radio: Oh, just a few minutes. Now you mentioned empathy for others. Would you say that that motivates you to make the music that you make?
Conor: No, not really. It’s more a need for sympathy. I want people to feel sorry for me. I like to feel the burn of the audience’s eyes on me when I’m revealing all my darkest secrets into the microphone. When I was a kid I used to carry a safety pin around with me every where I went in my pocket, and when people weren’t paying enough attention to me, I’d dig it into my arm until I started crying. Everyone would stop what they were doing and ask me what was the matter. I guess, I guess I kind of liked that.
Radio: Really, you’re telling me that you’re doing all of this for attention?
Conor: No, I hate it when people look at me, I get nauseous. In fact, I could care less what people think about me. Do you feel that?
Radio: No, I feel sick.
Conor: I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours all over everyone.
Radio: So you’re going to play something for us now? Is this a new song?
Connor: Yeah, but I haven’t written it yet. It’s one I’ve been meaning to write called A Song to Pass the Time.
Radio: Oh, that’s a nice title.
Connor: You should write your own scripts.
Radio: Yeah, I know.

and maybe it isn't so bad after all.

jalapeno peppers

1.My life could not function without post-it notes.
2. I hate jalapeno peppers
3. I want junior year to be over
4. I miss my brothers
5. I wish I made better decisions
6. I need to stop sassing people so much
As opportunities to leave these five towns draws near, I look into the future optimistic; something that is definitely rare for me. Sometimes I sit there and imagine opening a response from a college and crying because I am so happy; then I remember that I am not there yet. A part of me still hope that it is going to be like that though.

It's all about the music baby..

I had my first Jazz Concert at school the other day. I was so unbelievably nervous but then Mike Sweeney strolled in. He told me to relax and laughed at how nervous I was. I sat backstage with him and followed everything the band was doing, moving my hands like I was the conductor. When I walked onto the stage the lights blinded me and did not recognize anybody in the crowd. I repeated to myself "it's all about the rhythm Rachel, you got this." As soon as Mr. Miller nodded we started playing and my fingers took on a life of their own; and for the first time, in a long time, nothing else mattered, except for that moment.
I think the highlight of it all was when Chris Coyne saw me the next day and told me that I did amazing. To receive a compliment from someone who has accomplished so much musically, was just ... moving.

I'm Gonna Make It

It didn't work out. Somehow I knew that it was not going to go my way.

Sanders Bohlke's music has been with me this past month, his voice expresses everything and relieves any tension that I am feeling. I have only been to one concert and Sanders Bohlke is going to be my second <3

SAT's this weekend. Lord help me.

Life has been moving so quickly lately and people are coming and going from my life. Somehow I am still me and that makes me feel somewhat alright. I know things are going to get better because I'm gonna make it happen. Big bro , I wish you could see me now. I 'm all grown up...

Commence vie numero deux.

Boston is growing on me. It took nine years but I definitely understand why so many people adore it. Driving in the town is horrible but the city has a welcomed craziness to it that my town lacks.

I was playing a tennis match against someone today and Mrs. Getchell shouted, ' yeah rachh!' My parents are never here to see me play and the other grown ups don't know how much I sucked last year. It felt good to see a familiar face there,smiling, rooting me on.

My parents have not returned because of the volcano ash spreading through Europe. How lovely. This week has not been really all that exciting and I don't suspect it's going to get any better.

artist of the week/month: sanders bohlke.

p.s. : the first song on my playlist is a guilty pleasure, takes my back to the days when hip hop wasn't the garbage it is now.

Teens are like Africa

This week started out stressful but a film in English, "Merchants of Cool" and someone has made me smile so much ! :) The film is about advertising in America and it was made almost a decade ago but it is hilarious. We discussed afterwards whether Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera was a better artist. When my teacher said he'd rather bang is head through a glass window than listen to either one of them there was an uproar (my class is basically all girls.) Even though he is sometimes a douche , my teacher is really funny.

Anyways, the sunlight lately has put me in a better mood; then I think of tennis season coming up and my happy mood goes away. I love tennis but the team is nothing like basketball teams. They are constantly competing and sneering, and some of them making stupid jokes that are not funny. They call coach names behind her back, and maybe if they were at least a bit funny I wouldn't mind but they are straight up rude. There is something about being out on the basketball court with a team and supporting someone even if they make a mistake. Tennis isn't like that, at all. Who knows maybe this year will be better..
Yesterday I went for a two mile run with my sister and the neighbor. They stopped running after two minutes because they were texting. The text said and I qoute " How the f*** can you just stop liking someone, we have been through so much together, I love him." I laughed out loud when I read this, this girl is only thirteen years old, she has no idea what she is talking about. When I was in eighth grade it was not like that, I don't know what is going on with kids today