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Sunday
19 September 99
aka 19-9-99
Yom Kippur at sundown
1 32 am edt
I was a little surprised to find that Ashley quoted a
chunk of my e-mail in his
diary. Someone else did the same in her
diary, as I previously mentioned. Of course, neither of them
were saying nasty things, but I've concluded that my worst entry is the one in which I quoted David's
e-mails without his permission. Somehow I really think that is
really not a nice thing to do (not that I feel really bad, because he is so rude).
7 48 pm edt
Of all the amusing things I have seen when people search for me,
nothing has surprised me more than to learn that Rachel's Super MOO
List comes up as the fourth page when you do a search for "Rachel sex". I had a fantastic
day today with my mother's best friend
Margaret. We people-watched goers on 5th Avenue during lunch and
then I took her to Eli's and walked
her around the neighborhood here. Then we went to see The Sixth
Sense, which was absolutely fastastic. The film was so artfully
made (though I don't think it needed to be bloody or gross in the few
moments when it was), and the seen where the red baloon floats up really
took my breath away. I was very impressed, and despite the fact
that my mother told me I would love it, I was sure that I wouldn't.
My recent rentals have included Bette Davis in Watch on the Rhine
and a hysterical theft flick, Green Ice. The theme song in
Green Ice delighted me so much that I had to giggle out loud every
time it came on. Good thing I was watching alone!
10 17 pm edt
As I lay in bed last night, I realised I wasn't alone in the room.
I could hear him walking around; he was making a lot of noise (he could
very well have been a her, but I decided he was a he). Now, I am
not one to be afraid of a rodent, but I like to know what I'm dealing
with, so I turned on the light and sat very still, hoping he would come
into view. It took a while, but finally I caught a glipse of him,
and my vision of a large rat dissolved. Orpheus, as I named him,
was a very small mouse, only about two and a half inches long (not
counting the tail). I told him I would let him be if he let me be.
Now I have to decide whether or not to tell my grandfather.
I wasn't thinking about him at all, but then I was on the phone with my
newest friend (more on him later), and I could hear someone rustling a
plastic bag at the far end of the room (it is not a very big room).
I didn't think it was Orpheus, for I saw him after 2 am last night, and
couldn't imagine why he would be out early. No, it was a cockroach,
which made me most unhappy. I watched him crawl up the wall, and
then lost sight of him. Later on in my phone conversation I
realized that Mr. Cockroach was by my bed, and I watched him crawl under
the bed. Moments later he came out the other side -- on my bed!
I gasped; there is something about creepy crawlies like
cockroaches, spiders, and potato bugs that I can't stand. I trapped
him under a glass when he went back to the floor, and now I can hear him
banging around in there. My grandfather will remove him in the
morning. He said the exterminator comes once a month (poor
Orpheus!), so hopefully this will be my only cockroach experience.
I am used to spiders and crickets and even the occasional frog, but
cockroaches really give me the heebie jeebies (as my mother would say).
As for my newest friend, he is the producer of a segment on online diarists, and I will be filmmed tomorrow. I talked him into going out dancing with me (I really had to twist his arm, haha; he said he had a "sort of" girlfriend, whatever that means) and I laughed at him when he tried to tell me I was young (he's only 26, and we all know how old that is in boy years....). Tommorow I will open up a New York bank account and I will be filmmed for a TV show. Oh, and tomorrow my diary turns two!
10 50 pm edt
I was informed that there are very few cockroaches here, and in more than
a dozen years in residence here, my grandfather has only had two mice.
I decided not to tell on Orpheus; revealing the cockroach was
enough (I moved the glass out of my room, because hearing him move around
was too disturbing...). I feel exhausted just from being grossed
out from the creepy crawley.