Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in Rachel Ann Davis, esq's LiveJournal:

Saturday, July 28th, 2007
9:23 pm	Part 2: June 2, 1910 Somehow I've become the Quentin to Kit's Caddy, that's all I'm saying. But I won't be jumping into the river, you understand. It's a metaphor. An allusion. To a much better writer. Also I am your textbook Unreliable Narrator so consider that. Additionally I remind you that me and everyone I know are fictional, up to and possibly including yourself. So be warned. Now on with the countdown. I promised KK I'd use only the new journal and yet I continually use the old journal which KK doesn't even know how to find. KK can only log on from somebody else's house or the library anyway. I guess I feel like I can talk here. Craziness. I've had this one the longest. Work this eve was shatisfactory. After I got done at 8 I got to play air hockey with you know who (as opposed to tonsil hockey). Kiki had saved up a grand total of two quarters but I snagged the master key so we just continually put the same quarters in over and over. Dave caught me and just gave me the look and kind of laughed. Kiki gets all overly upset when I kick his ass at air hockey so I do lay off a bit...whole Mr. Miyagi thing, wax on/wax off, etc, until he's good enough to have half a chance. At which time I shall be brutal. We're going to watch a movie. "I Know Where I'm Going" by the guys who did "The Red Shoes". I showed Kit the Red Shoes last spring and she just went nuts. If I had a buck for every time I've since heard her yell "Victoria Page will not dance the Red Shoes tonight...or ANY night!"...well, I would have many dollars, is what. We'll see how she likes Roger Livesy. A lot would be my guess. If we don't fall asleep I grabbed "Phantom Of The Paradise" from Danny's mom's VHS collection. You sing it better than any bitch, Kiki! It would be silly to sit here wishing I had someone. Or missing what I can't have. That would not be mature. A fool to worship just light. When after all it follows night. I'd better get in there before she wanders off handing out favors to the Motley Crue cover band next door. Those guys are dangerous, one of them got wasted last week and accidentally killed the drummer for the Hanoi Rocks cover band down the block. Tragic. (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 26th, 2007
12:10 am	Still the echo's achin', leave us not forsaken Summer job at the veritable Louvre of pizza and skeeball places is working my one good nerve. Six weeks til school starts and that is not really something to look forward to. KK, Danny and me spent the day at the ice skating rik at Metrocenter where KK fell on her lovely ass. "Ass frostbite" soon became "assbite" which is the hep new pejorative in the seventeen-set. Last week my mom, sister and me were in Los Angeles to see my aunt and uncle, the famous Smoked Weiner magnates. I mostly sat by their pool and listened to KROQ but ever now and again would have to listen to KISS-FM, which reminds me can we possibly maybe induce Rick Dees to stick his head in maybe like a safety-jimmied microwave oven or something? Just sayin. Anyway we went to Manhattan Beach which the planes fly so low you can count the rivets. And I made out with my cousin Kathy's friend Steven, and it was what you'd expect it to be. And I should like it, I should be all "fly casual" like KK says but. So my heart got broken by my best friend. My clueless and stupid and seriously fucked up best friend. Age old story. Girl meets boy, girl beds boy, boy is sexually confused, boy steals girl's bra, girl gets on birth control, boy steals birth control pills, boy trades girl's favors in exchange for all access backstage pass to Howard Jones concert at the state fair. The age-old story. I don't mean to bore you. We did see Thompson Twins in LA at the Forum. They are composed of 90% aquanet. Introduced KK to Philip Roth. "Goodbye Columbus." God help Kit when he reads Portnoy's COmplaint. Be like old home week. I am planning on strongarming K to try out for tyhe fall play when our incarceration resumes. We did "Snow White" in AP drama in the little theatre, Kit was "Berthold" the lumberjack. I ran lights. Natch. I think Kit's reday for mainstage and I know I would like actual lines this time. I was fat maid in "Pajama Game" in May even though the girl playing Babe literally sang like a goat being ritually sacrificed to Cthulhu. I got KiKi on as deputy tertiary assistant propmistress. And she still lost the accounts payable prop book. Definite actor material. That's all. The rest of it I shall pour into my clever locked journal. Little paper, little key, secret hiding place, you know the drill. Current Music: Howard Jones "What Is Love" (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 8th, 2007
11:22 pm	Cleanup Time I deleted or friends-locked all the old entries. Sorry Gern...nobody needs to read my whiny breakup drama, and since me and KiKi are friends again, (and the lovely ladyboy even finally got a livejournal now, hello <lj user="kitkelley>) I thought, fresh start time for both of us. Yeah, I know. Geeky journal name. My dad made me watch "Star Trek" since I was like 2. Which might be why I am so demented, and why I can pick out the sex of your average tribble without even looking under the hood. Robert Lansing was sexy though. It's too bad NBC didn't make Assignment Earth. If I ever become a screenwriter maybe they will let me take it over. Teri Garr reminds me of my mom.. only cooler and with a more interesting back story. KK and me watched "Inside Daisy Clover" Friday nite and then stayed up doing the Ouija thing, which told her that in the future she would meet a tall dark mystical stranger who would break her heart in 17 places. "What else should I expect from Darth Vader," quoth she. Confidentally she has dated worse. Danny got a car for his birthday. I got a $20 gift certificate to Bill's Records and Audio. Neato. Current Music: Young Ones on channel 38 (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 1st, 2006
4:54 am	Miss Mittens Says Boo Mr Lobo is a fucking hoot. I WANNA PUT A BABY IN YOU MR LOBO! Cinema Insomnia dot com, peoples. So Hallows eve has come to its usual bewitched end. I hauled in enough candy corn to ... wow, that's sick, they take real corn, make it into high fructose corn syrup, then force it back into the form of corn in a cruel mockery of itself. It's like if they took you, shoved you through a meat grinder, then poured your gooey guts into a you-shaped mold. Candy industry bastards. sick, sick. KK and me did the ole gender switcharoo thing, KK went as Angelina and I went as Brad. KK looked prettier and more like a girl than I did when we went to the fall dance, which just fucking figures. I actually liked being Brad Pitt, though <lj user="gernblandsten"> thought I was Bourne Identity and that pissed me off a tads. Bourne Identity only wishes he had huge tits like mine. Though Ben Affleck is at least one huge tit he can't get rid of so...halfways there. Anyway we went to D's party and then watched Cinema Insmonia halloween special. When we left Danny's KK and I went up on the roof of the flytower, and just talked a lot. I made popcorn in StelllLAAAs office and we stole some red vines and just looked at the stars. I pointed out the special constellation that spells out "JAMIE FARR" in big galactic gasbags. It was nice, the first time in a few weeks we've been able to talk about "things".  Things. hehe. KK was sad, KK is always sad. Which makes me sad. I wish I could win the lottery and give KK what she wants. Right now it looks like the only way that's ever gonna happen, we are not the millionaires our rock and roll lifestyle would suggest., I said what KK needs to do is bag a rich dude. Or rob a bank. 'Oh, that totally worked in <i>Dog Day afternoon</i>,' quoth she. Point. I'm tired, and confession, had a little punch at the party that tasted of maybe everclear and or maybe gasoline? All of theabove. Good times. Rene Clair is the greatest director ever. That is all. Current Music: Grim Grinning Ghosts from Disnyeland (Comment on this)
Monday, September 22nd, 2003
1:27 am	In lieu of memeage I will just tell you that the spaceship crew I belong with is the Serenity and the movie star I most wm like is Beulah Bondi and the band I like best is the starlight vocal band and if I were a sandwich it would be a pastrami on rye and that my favorite game is air hockey either that or hunting hoboes. For as you know, man is the most dangerous beast of all. Also I met a boy today named "kit" which has got to be kind of tough in the locker room. Andrea came over and I shaved her whole head and she pretended to be die-hard. Yippie ki yaye motherfucker. Her dad is going to kill her. Class pictoures are tomorrow and she couldn't take being their little barbiedoll for all fucking posterity  another year. I don't blame her but clearly there will be some unhappy dad and mom tonight. Lolcats. Etc. She said remember like the car in ferris bueller. "Time for me to make a stand'. Im sure they'll say its just a phase. Like the ice age, or sitting thru "Adaptation'...almost infinite. so then, this kit person, apparently lives by the racetrack. & has no Internet access so I can say whatever I want. heh. Very cute, a little weird and foofy. definitely not doing a good imitation of the other guys i have met. naturalment I am smitten. freak. as in I am such a. I needs to sleeps. Ciao babys. (Comment on this)