Rachel Weller

Student, book store clerk (bleh)

Writing, occasional reading, noodling with computers, illuminating conversations, personal analysis. I'm starting to think that I'm interested in math, yuck.

Lolita, Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (all in the series but the last, poo poo on that one), American Gods, Middlesex, Lady Cottington's Book of Pressed Faeries, Me Talk Pretty One Day, Still Life with Woodpecker, Invitation to a Beheading... and oh so many more.

Secretary, Lolita (with Jeremy Irons, of course), A Clockwork Orange, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Matrix, Dark Crystal, Labyrinth, Trainspotting, Indiana Jones Trilogy, Akira, Pi, LOTR trilogy, Bowling for Columbine, Adventures of Baron Munchousen, and this won't let me put all o' them in.

Dave Matthews Band, Pink Floyd, Hoyt Axton, Bob Dylan, David Grey, Dead Can Dance, Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen

Not a big fan of t.v., but I dig The Simpsons and The Family Guy.

Well, I'm cynical but working on that bad habit. I have a
beautiful 5 year old daughter, who will be a maniacal
genuis if I have my way. I'm a huge geek, I play an online
role playing game (I know, I know) and I've read comic
books. But in my defense, it was only Neil Gaiman's
series, no super hero hooplah. I hate filling these things
out. Let's see, I'm akward, frumpy and shy, but once I get
comfortable there's little stopping me. I dislike pretense
and in fact hate facades. Although we all wear some sort
of a mask, don't we?

The other day while taking a smoke break at work, this woman comes up to me and asks for a cigarette. I give her one, then she commences with relating the trials and tribulations of her difficult alcoholic life. According to her there is a man that lives nearby, in College Park (You know, million dollar homes) , that loves her and has offered to help her get sober and healthy. I tried to believe, and I'm not even completely sure I don't. This woman had a nasty peeling skin condition, psoriasis, and a whole plethera of internal health problems. (As she dutifully informed me.) She was struggling with a choice: continue drinking and without a doubt die very soon; or let this man help her sober up. Her inability to make a decision baffled me. I felt very sympathetic towards her, and had a hard time walking away (she would have gone on all day) because she reminded me of my mother.

I never want to meet another person like this again.


Oh, and I'd like to meet someone that has actually read Herman Hesse's book Demian, because I've noticed a few people on friendster have been calling it, "Damian." If you read it, how is it that you're misspelling the title? Pretentious twits.