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Name: Rae
Birthday: 2/13/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: The Phantom of the Opera, Paris, France, French, London, England, fiction, God, guitars, music, inspiration, art, architecture, food, photography, poetry, medicine, writing, videogames, movies, computers, drama, and life.
Expertise: I specialize in rambling monologues of the sometimes entertaining, sometimes boring sort. I have a knack for randomness and a sarcastic comment here and there. I'm told I'm a swell listener and conversationalist.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  thecallingfrk13
Yahoo:  x_cedrics_cho_chang_x
MSN: rachel_lyn@msn.com
Member Since:
3/14/2005
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So what's new?
I made the play. This is presently the xanga of Miss Veronica Craye of the GCA Stage. Accents should be interesting. I have the job of seducing Brandon Ledlow. Ew.
Snow is pretty. The Boogeyman is not.
Winterims in a week. Boo. T_T.
<3.
Rae | | |
| Last night @ Luke + Matt's = Fun...
...except for those horrid red splotches I got on my face because I had an allergic reaction to smoke.
</3. | | |
| ,Bitter,
I'll stand and wait under chemtrailed skies,
with an aching mind pondering over whys.
In the end, I'll be pushed to compromise
with everyone of those force-fed lies.
Simmering in frustration, frozen under this mask,
I don't think I want this unwillingly signed task,
of prancing around like all is well,
when it's quite this opposite, this scene is hell.
[I don't care if you've been here before]
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[Change is not an option] | | |
| Last night was a hoot.
...never realized how funny [looking] Brandon is.
...never realized how talented some of those thespians are.
...never realized how much I miss some friends.
Throwback to last spring with an inhalation of a scent:
But that's the past.
...such heavy uneasiness lingered in that autumn air! | | |
| "Well, my heart knows me better than I know myself, so I'm gonna let it do all the talkin'..." - KT Tunstall
Merciless Junior year won't be letting up anytime soon. Numerous hours of study & paperwork.
I suppose I won't be deleting this then...as if I update often anyway.
At least it's cooler outside.
"Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion." - Tool
I think it's gotten that cold.
She doesn't write anymore...
...she just plays guitar for a few minutes each night as if she'll never have the chance again;
because that's all she wants. | | |
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