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read my profile sign my guestbook  Name: Rachel Marie Metro: Gender: Female Interests: “God has no religion” - Mahatma Gandhi I enjoy scootering in the rain in my pajamas, not even pretending I can, just dancing, Harry Potter, algebra, Jesus, church, Camp Hope, Creation, my voice, thunder, music, my piano, writing, my guitar, pretending I can sing like Rosemary Clooney and Julie Andrews, poetry, small folk clubs, trees, rivers, waterfalls, pirates and witches, art in any form, friends, guys, Rupert Grint, banana phones, books, lattes, Tim Burton, Johnny Depp, photography, Broadway,, hemp, the color turquoise, peace signs, hugs, loud music, powerful music, baking with silly people, Hippie pants, Death Cab For Cutie, Flyleaf, Girlyman, Vertical Horizon, Elana Arian, Cat Stevens, Dashboard Confessional, Michelle Branch, Newsboys, The Doors, Anna Nalick, Indigo Girls, Simon & Garfunkel, Mates of State, James Taylor, Bob Dylan, Billy Joel, The Traveling Wilburys, Paul Simon, and discussions with knowledgable Expertise: Tripping up stairs Occupation: Artist Industry: Entertainment Message: message me Website: visit my website AIM:  froggy7622
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Tuesday, March 18, 2008
| Open mics are my favorite place, basically. Brian may get to see Livingston Taylor once a week, and chat with Bobby McFerrin, but I got to stand a foot away from Dulé Hill. And that just about made my life. I would have thought that they wouldn't allow things like that in high schools, just because high schoolers are presumed to not be able to think for themselves. So it would make sense to keep them away from as much hype as possible. Because seriously. I would probably vote for Obama if Gus and Sam the onion man were standing there telling me to. So I'm kidding. But other high schoolers might not be. Ha. I saw Dulé Hill.  | |
Friday, February 08, 2008
| I'm probably not even going to mention it to you. I'll probably just freeze you out for a while. You probably won't even notice. You probably don't care. You probably have absolutely no idea how much this hurts me, despite the fact that we've had countless interventions. You probably didn't even give it a second thought. I'm not even remotely surprised, which I find extremely upsetting. It's not okay. It's not. It's really not. But maybe I just give up. | |
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
| Auditions freak me out. So much. I guess I'll have to get over that before my high school career ends. | |
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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Wednesday, November 07, 2007
| In any type of performing arts field, one statement seems pretty common. You're only as good as your last performance. I never took it to heart. I always ignored it and decided that whoever said it was wrong. I'm stubborn that way. Growing older, I realize that I didn't really believe that they were wrong. I was afraid that they were right. What if my last performance isn't good enough? When I was a little girl, I taught myself how to read. I watched my mom read me stories, and I shortly thereafter figured out how to read stories by myself. When I was 4, I was reading at a 3rd grade reading level. When I was 5, Mrs. Justice didn't think that she could take on such a young piano student, but after one trial lesson, she decided that she could. These days I'm not such a prodigy. I have high grades, but they're not the highest. I'm a good musician, but I'm nowhere near the best. Many people are better poets than I am. If I'm not giving a stand-out performance, I feel like it's not good enough anymore. I'm not typically a jealous person; it builds up over time. I try my best, I try my best, I try my best, and I am proud. Every once in a while, though, I try my hardest and see that someone else is getting more at the same cost, or at less of a cost, and it irks me. | |
