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Rachel's Daily Diary
2 59 pm pst [ rhythm and hues ] Today, Matthew and I took a tour of effects studio Rhythm and Hues thanks to a friend of a coworker of Matthew's mother. We got shown around and we got to meet with a recruiter and a trainer. It was informative, but I was very timer, and am to delighted to be home planeted on the couch again. Exhaustion envelopes me. |
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Matthew somehow got sick now, after avoiding my flu. He is sleeping in my bed, after I asked him to leave the couch because his snoring was driving me to insanity. I do not do well with repetetive noises. I went to my mum's house yesterday to walk my silly dog. We had it out, from our previous disagreement. I realized that I have always lost my temper when arguing with her, until we talked on the phone. I kept my cool, and conveyed my feelings to her in a reasonable way. She was the one who lost it. By remaining calm again, I learned how my mom fights. Just like Matthew, if I say I am unhappy about something, she finds something about me to complain about at the same time. Then I am in the wrong, and it takes the blame off of her. I find it very manipulative when Matthew does it, and worse with my mother, because she denies it so vehemently. |
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I drove back to Matthew's house yesterday in rush hour traffic. I always say, "It isn't traffic in LA until you stop moving." To hold true to my belief, I made attempts not to be in traffic. I would slow about a car length in back of the vehicle in front of me, and then I would slowly roll forward until traffic picked up again. I never came to a complete stop, and I amused myself imensely. When I drive, I try to use as little gas as possible; specifically, I never accelerate when I know I will just have to put on the brakes. I drive a pinch slower, and I roll up to lights hoping they will change and I won't have to use as much gas to get up to my normal speed as if I had come to a full stop. There are other games that I play with myself as I drive, but they all escape me now. I am always in search of divertisement. |
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My mind seems to crave exercise even more than my body. When I was younger, after my parents had just split, my brother and I had to be shuttled to elementary school by my father in the morning (on the days we stayed with him). My brother and I would pick cars in ajacent lanes, and decide we were racing against them. We would urge my father to beat these other cars, but of course, there was little he could do driving on PCH during rush hour. As we would drive up the boulevard, we would count how many cars we passed. At night we would often count how many cars had only one headlight, or some other distinguishing feature. We always found some way to amuse ourselves, and mine always had to be external (not reading, or some such in-car activity) because I suffer from car-sickness. |
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8 49 pm pst [ the dogs are in charge ] My father's heater is rather finiky, and though I have sweet talked it all day, it still refuses to make the house warm. Matthew bares the brunt of my icy cold feet. In the neighborhood where my mother lives, the dogs are in charge. They lay in the road challenging the cars to make them move. They stand outside their homes announcing loudly what property belings to them. They are always ready to chase away stranger people and dogs. All of the animals know they rule a neighborhood so rural. My mother has a fantastic story about having to get out of her car in the pouring rain to induce several geese to move out of the way. She got totally soaked. |
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When I was walking my dog yesterday, we went by a coral of horses. They weren't sure whether to be more curious about me or my dog. I told my dog that the horses were big dogs, but he said they didn't smell or look like dogs, so they must not be dogs. I used to have a horsebackriding teacher who said horses are just big stupid dogs. She was right. Much as I love the creatures [I think horses are absolutely stunning], they are not so very bright. I miss riding very much; I haven't competed since Spring 1993. I tried to find a place to ride when I went to Berkeley, but there were no English stables accessible by public transportation. I also considered finding a place when i moved to New York, but I didn't find any. If I end up staying in LA for a while, perhaps I will resume lessons. I think I would really enjoy the feel of a horse beneath me again. |
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two years ago today: "My tummy is bulging on my mom's bean and pasta soup." * * * one year ago today: "I always eat so much when I come to my mum's house, and I have no idea why."* * * one month ago today: "I think a spot of tea will also do the trick (I am already ensconsed in my pyjamas)."* * * ^ food, food,
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