This is the title to my blog

No excuses.

I don't really have anything to say right now, probably because I have a headache. I'm visiting my sister right now, we are watching this TV show called Intervention. Its about drug addicts and then at the end of the show they have an intervention. As you can see, its very interesting.

I also have a very bad headache, I'm not sure why, maybe I'm going through sympathy withdrawal symptoms. Surely they must get bad headaches.

I really don't understand why people start drugs in the first place, I know "their life is tough", "peer pressure", yada, but REALLY? Here is my list of comparisons

Reasons to do Drugs:

1. It is summertime and when you exhale, fog does not come out of your mouth like is does when it is cold out. As you miss pretending to breathe like a dragon, you do drugs so that smoke can come out of your mouth even when it is warm.

2. You like small crafts, rolling things up in small pieces of paper, tying bows and creating bracelets for your upper arm... drugs allow you to do these things.

3. You have no imagination and this deeply depresses you, you do drugs so that you can have an imagination and the kindergarteners no longer point and laugh at you.

4. You find pleasure in doing nothing with your life

Reasons not to do Drugs

1. You can think clearly

2. You have ambition

3. You realize that there are better ways to release stress and improve life than doing drugs

4. You can think for yourself and you don't have to do what everybody else does to be "cool"

So there you go, and yes while I would enjoy being able to breathe like a dragon during the Summer, usually it is never a top priority and I can wait until weather. So there is my blog. Apologies for being absent for two months. Happy Holidays :)

Scaredy Cat

Dearest blog readers, if you exist, I am a scaredy cat. A few nights ago I heard a tapping in my room and I ran out of it and slept on the couch. After I saw the Happening I wouldn't go outside for three weeks until I was confident enough that the plants would not make me kill myself. So last week, when I was coerced into going to a haunted house with one of my good friends, I thought I would end up either peeing on myself or breaking down and crying in the middle of it. I have never peed on myself, but I fear that I am that kind of girl; the scaredy cat. As the time drew closer to the event I became more scared but by the time I coughed up the $21.80 for my ticket I knew there would be no going back. And dearest blog readers, the line even scared me. With reason, I hope as there was a real cemetery next to the converted mortuary that was the haunted house I was going to, with reason. You know what I did though? I put on my brave face (as seen here) and walked on in:

grr.. I'm brave!

The group before us was a group of about ten teenage boys, all overwhelmingly confident before the doors opened to let us in. of course, they were chivalrous enough to live by the saying "ladies first" and let my friends and I go in before them. Somewhere between my first step into the converted mortuary and the steps to the landing where we would decide whether to enter the left door of doom (where we'd previously seen a man dressed as an evil clown wave at us through a window) and the right door of doom, I summoned up the bravery to be the first person to follow the man dressed as a creepy (butler? Ill never know, but his costume was meant to frighten) to the decision point. As I lead the group of fifteen my bravery rose and my fear was swept away. I felt adventurous as I turned to the right door of doom and continued through the haunted house and amazing because for once and my life, my sense of adventure trumped my fear and I had fun.

*sorry for the rushed end, but class is over*

Stars

I have an obsession with stars. I don't know why-- or maybe I do, I've just never put it in words. Things are usually like that, you think you don't know something but if you just take a second to clear your thoughts, you know everything... or maybe thats just me being dramatic. I'm day-time tv dramatic. The stars though, you can never be too dramatic about the stars. Have you ever been outside when everybody around you is asleep? Its just you and the stars and theres a certain magic to it. Maybe its only me, but when you look at the stars every thought seems more clear, and happy. Whenever I have a bad day if I end it with some great music and stars, everything that had been worrying me or making me feel horrible goes away. As you can probably see, I'm not much of a party-heart. I'm a dreamer and maybe thats the reason stars are so wonderful. They are so far away, not even distance wise, but the light you see is millions of years old, and at the same time, they're just right there for you. They will always be there for you, those dumb little pricks of light in the sky that don't really provide any light and disappear if a city is too big. Now, I have to go because it's nine o'clock and I haven't even started my homework.

Today I am in my ONLINE LATIN CLASS and as this is about to make my head explode, I am taking a break... actually, I'm still "doing Latin" I est in Latine. See? Latine? QUID FACIT CORNELIA QUOD DEFESSA EST? QUID FACIT?... AMBULANT! HAHAHA *maniacal laughter* HAHAHA I go it! I got in! Cornelia quod defessa ambulant! Cornelia because tired walk.. don't got it? Okay, well it is definitely break time.

I coming to you, dearest blog reader, with great news. Guess what? Guess? You can't guess? I have written TWENTY-FIVE THOUSAND words for my story. I am half way done the horrible 50,000 word deadline. *does half-way done dance* Sadly, I'm actually way behind and I now need to write two thousand words a day. Yesterday I wrote three thousand. I wrote one thousand at 1 (in 45 minutes) I wrote another thousand at six (in 51 minutes) and I wrote another thousand at eleven.... in THIRTY FIVE MINUTES! DO you know how crazy this all is? because it is SO, SO crazy. I feel like a real writer person, and you know the best thing about my twenty-five thousand words? It's too late to turn back. It is way to late to have waste a countless amount of effort on this to just quit.

Do you know what happened before my three thousand word day of awesomeness? I didn't write for almost two days. On Friday I wrote ZERO and on Saturday I wrote THREE HUNDRED. Sunday I had to kick it up a notch but I was completely stuck, I had hit the wall. Yes, I had hit the wall. You know when you run and you get to this point and its just like "if I take another step, I shall DIE. I will literally just DIE." This is what I had reached. I had reached the point where I just couldn't write. I had no idea what to write next. I had finished one story arch and when the next was supposed to begin I had no idea what to do. I just had to WRITE but just WRITING is so impossibly hard. You know what though? I broke through that wall; I annihilated that wall. I wrote five thousand words in two days (do not look up the three day novel writing competition to lesser my accomplishment, please).
I have another two thousand words to jot down in the midst of piles of homework, chores, and sleep I have left undone, a pile I have just made bigger by disregarding my latin work and writing this instead, but hey I'M HALF WAY DONE. Only two more weeks before I act like a normal human being again!

Taking a break from THE PROJECT

I'm back, and less than a week later, at that. Oh, what a week too, but that bit is for my diary, not a public blog because gossip travels very fast around my school, I know more than I need to about many and I don't want them to know more than they need to about me. Plus, its really stupid and if I put it in a blog I'd just feel silly. You know whats not silly though? Getting the answers to your American History homework from Pocahontas,
SING IT WITH ME PEOPLE!

"IN SIXTEEN HUNDRED SEVEN
WE SAILED THE OPEN SEA!!
FOR GLORY, GOD AND GOLD
AND THE VIRGINIA COMPANY!!"
Oh would my American History teacher kill me if she read thiss...

That is not what I am talking about though, I'm talking about the fact that I unknowingly did RESEARCH for my book-in-a-month project! ME! Like a REAL writer.
Let me let you in on a secret its Arthurian and guess WHAT!? It timed in nicely with my EARLY BRITSH LITERATURE class AND my kick-boxing combat class! We used poles to hit pretend people in the class! Just like I've seen in movies! Yeah, I'm an author, y'all, I do research and try to write a book in a month and other authory things. and now I must actually write, as I have to write a BOOK in a MONTH which is CRAZY

bye :)

I'm Baaccckkk... I hope

Oh my goodness, blog readers!!! I haven't posted anything in a gagillian years!!It's been, like, FIVE WHOLE weeks!Well don't worry, because I'm back. Well, I'll try to be back, blogging time is going to be scarce because I'm writing a NOVEL in a MONTH. I know. It's crazy. Hence the 'no time for doing anything but novel writing' thing. I've been working on this novel for a week now, and I have about 10,000 words. That isn't too good. I'm actually over 3000 words behind. whoops. You see, I should actually be writing it now, but I love you too much, whoever you are.

Wells, I plan on trying to record my progress here so, uhm:

10,050 words. 8 days.

Now I have to do homework and write and write and write. Pray for me!

LONDON!!! *almost*

In twenty four hours (not fiddling with time change, so if you checked your watch once an hour twenty four times, this is what I am talking about) I will be over the atlantic, just a few hours away from london. Of course, this is how I will look

except one eye may be more dialated than the other because my eyes are messed up right now (they are on steroids. but only my eyes so don't expect me to buff up). Oh, I also may be asleep because I'm taking benadryl after I watch the first not-yet-on-dvd movie on the flight.

Ah! I said the f word. You see, planes scare the crappernackles out of me. Once you are on them you are stuck and if anything happens you are doomed. I need to go now... I have to do that last-day-at-home-before-a-big-trip stuff. :))))

song:

ssoooo....

I have been doing some serious thinking. You know star gazing?? Looking into the sky at stars?? Well I decided that this is time travel. Don't judge me. Think about it, you know those flickers and twinkles you are seeing? THOSE TWINKLES HAPPENED YEARS AGO! SOME OF THEM HAPPENED WHEN dinosaurs EXISTED! At least, I think. I don't really know. So lets put this together you are sitting, looking up into the sky at things that happened in the past. ITS CRAZY!! You are LITERALLY looking into the past.



I just realized this and decided to pass on my new found wisdom on to you. I will blog again soon :))

I like to write.

I love to write. I would be very happy to have a book on my bookshelf that I wrote.

So I will show you a bitty sample of my writing:

roses are red

violets are blue

something something something

and I love

okay, so I didn't write THAT

I did write this though:

My Tooth *except with teeth s the 'o's*

my TooTh is loose! my TooTh is! Loose.! MoM,! Dad!, My TooTh is loose. can you pull it go to school. sister My tooth is loose go to class. Friend my tooth is loose go away Kate. I teenk it's loose anof. CH. 2 Mrs. Kate can I go to the Womens room. It fel out. I m geting a drink. My Mouth is hurting Ch. 3 Mrs. Kate can I saw My tooth To The Class this iiiss My Tooth I Like you and you're TooTh other tooth is ouy it fel out and other and other 4 teeth fel out but othe is loose

at the bottom there is an illustration

so you may not have realized it... but this is not recent. I wrote it when I was six. I have improved in the past ten years *please do not refer to my diary entries from "June 15" <- it was July 15* but my laptop doesn't have my writing on it. They are on a flashdrive that I am too lazy to get.

I want to curl up and dye *haha haha. joke. get it? Oh well, nevermind* right now. My parents kill me. So we've been planning this trip to London for a few months now, yeah? This is my sweet sixteen present instead of a party or anything else. Well today I asked my mom when we were leaving *sometime at night tuesday July 21* and she says "You're not going" and then both of my parents launch into a rant about how immature and undeserving I am. It eeerrrggggsss me when parents do this! They offer treats and dangle them over your head, but you know what, I'm not going to take that seriously if my mom really wants to go on my sweet sixteen present she can and I hope she has a lot of fun, a lot of guilt ridden fun. I need to go eat some ice cream now. goodbye.

Okay, sorry for that rant. But immature and undeserving? Come on! I work really hard to be good! I clean my room twice a week, I never do drugs or drink, I don't party, don't dat, I'm trying to teach myself FREAKING LATIN. I spend the majority of my free time reading and writing. I don't yell at them or throw temper tantrums when they go bizerk on me, which they....

Okay, I'm still ranting. I'm sorry, I needed to do that. It's either that or develope angry twitch. I am going to go absorb myself in Harry Potter.... and try not to drown my emotions in a nice big bowl of Ben an Jerry's with butterscotch sauce and cherries and whip cream and semi-sweet chocolate crumbled on top. AGH! I'm going to be three hundred pounds when I'm fifty, aren't I? I am going to go chew on a celery stick and read Harry Potter now. Goodbye for real.

I am a nerd :))

So it's been a while since I blogged. i've actually been blogging but my mom decided to CENSOR ME and I was forced to delete it. I still have the videos however, and i will begin again soon... probably within the next few weeks.
So I have a story. It's a movie theater story. I will start from the beginning.

So I arrived at the movie theater at four, eight hours earlier than needed. What crazy person would do this, you ask? A Harry Potter fan. Yes, I was there for the midnight premiere, all dressed up in my Harry Potter sweater and a black skirt that I didn't mean to look like a Hogwarts uniform but it did anyway. Me and my sister were the first ones there, which made me feel kind of special. I, me, Julia, was the first nutter to arrive! Well... three hours of reading and attempting not to cry whilst trying to get a head start on my Latin class I will be taking next year, others arrived. I was happy because my fellow nutters looked odder than me with cloaks and full out Harry Potter uniforms.

I enjoyed being by my fellow nerds. Isn't it great to be surrounded by people who are as crazy as you??!! I was in a theater with a thousand other people dressed as HP characters!! It was like I was in heaven! those were MY PEOPLE and I would have gladdly hugged any of them except for the weird guy who sat a few rows beneath mine and this girl from my school that I don't really like.

We were allowed into our theater at around ten and my sister and I argued for a bit about the FACT that serial killers can't get to you as well if you sit in the top row. She had us sit in the MIDDLE which is prime serial killer targeting area. After sitting there for about twenty minutes a guy beneath us suddenly screamed "RAT!" I screamed like an idiot and stood up, peering at the row beneath us. There I saw it, a small beautiful mouse that i did NOT WANT CRAWLING ON ME DURING THE MOVIE! I screamed again, but this time it was a good scream, "I SEE IT! IT'S ON THAT SEAT" I shouted while rationally pointing at it. "OHMyGOD! OHMYGOD!" We searched for it and couldn't find it. Finally, taking charge I said, "I'm going to find an employee to inform."

The only thing the employees did was laugh. Do you know how annoying that is? They couldn't find it and said 'if you see it again, tell us.' Well, a half hour again we saw it again. On my search for an employee I ran into some guys from my old school and my neighbors. That was good... the employees however weren't. "theater nineteen?" they'd asked, "we know." Finally one came and looked, unable to find it. I had a nice, logical idea.

"Do you have an extra dustpan?" I asked, "If you leave one here, we can get it ourselves next time we see it." The guy scoffed and left my question unanswers. I have one thing left to say on the matter, BOO YOU AMC PALACE 20, BOO YOU.

I did enjoy the movie, but by the end I was very tired. It ended at around 3am, so by the time I got home, I was way out of it. My eyes were bloodshot and every bone in my body felt like falling off and dying. Here are pages from my diary so you can see how loopy i was:

no comment.

Well, I will be back soon. Way soon. I promise.


6 days until i leave for london

Other recent developements:

Became Dr. Who fan
decided I will marry Charlieissocoollike
learned how to make glass beads

I MADE A VLOG

if you ever need an extra dose of Julia...
YOU CAN NOW WATCH ME WHEN YOU ARE SITTING AT HOME!!!
WOOOHOOO!!!
I have about five videos that i have taken since I decided to start blogging but I am going to wait and edit them and make them appear much cooler than they actually are before I show them to you

so here is my vlog...

okay so I uploaded the wrong one...
this makes me sad but i will now upload the RIGHT one

okay so I have about an hour...
I will be back soon

so i was gone for more than an hour but HERE IT IS
MY ULTRA COOL, ULTRA LONG, ULTRA WEIRD

VIDEO

hmmmm....

Okay, so basically I have done nothing at all for the past three weeks. Its like yesterday was three days before my birthday and tomorrow is the last day of summer. It is crazy. So what do I talk about?? If I haven't done anything, then I have nothing to talk about. I am sorry for being so dissapointing and loserish. I will put up a new post as soon as something mildly intriguing happens. Until then, I will watch reruns of the Golden Girls and fill myself with diet coke and coffee. I may even learn some latin which is twenty times harder than I thought it would be.

B**** who you talkin to! -- A romantic comedy

instead of explaining my blogging absence with a long-winded excuse, I will just post a mood-music video:


Okay, so I have a story to tell. This is the first story I've had to tell in a while except for the one about chicken sacrificing and my mom trying to kill me by embarrassment... but those are for another time.

Tonight Jamie, my cousin Ashley, this dude Mark and I went to go see the Proposal. It was a great movie and it was REALLY REALLY funny. I was kind of scared for a part of it because I was sitting next to this creepy*** guy who looked like he wanted to kill us all, but still, great movie.

Like any other romantic comedy, at the end the people profess their love for one another and kiss, except this time NOBODY was paying attention to the kiss. "Why?" You ask. Just as their lips touched we all heard this:

"Bitch who you talkin' to?!" Everybody looked down to see this girl cursing somebody behind her out, "bitch who you talkin' to?!" she said again as the kiss went on. Everybody had started staring and many of us started to giggle. "I am going to slap yo' head" the girl said, still yelling. As the kiss started to come to an end people started telling her to be quiet (including creepy guy who yelled something just as creepy as him). She did, although not before yelling, "bitch who you talkin' to" again and a few other things such as "I hate all you white people" and "I'm gonna slap you so hard."

The movie then ended and people started filing out of the doors but as we walked past her, we saw who she was yelling at (because she'd started to yell at him again). It was a skinny little kid about a 1/3 of her size. He was sitting in his chair, perfectly quiet and to be quite honest, he looked quite amused at the situation himself.

I'm sorry, but I think this was the PERFECT ending to a romantic comedy. Instead of the romantic yet ultimately boring, minute long kiss, we were treated with "Bitch who you talkin' to!?"

I sincerely hope all of my movies end with this from now on.

*** I have a completely rational fear about somebody massacring everybody in a movie theater. It is right up there with my fear of a terrorist hijacking my plane to England and killing me in a horrible horrible plane crash as I am forced to face the last hour of my life knowing that I am going to die horribly before I have a chance to live. Anyways... a movie theater is a very easy place to do that (think about it, its sound proof, large crowd that cannot escape easily, darkness, theaters don't have metal detectors... to prepare for this I get a spot in the very back and scan the crowd to make sure nobody stands up with a large gun, this way, once I duck he/she can not see me and I am free to call the police away from the major part of the violence) and so the guy next to me was breathing heavily and kept making quick motions to grab his drink and he had a scary look in his eye so I thought he was going to pull a gun out of his pocket and kill us all. I was very scared. I think I need counselling for this fear because it really scares me...

I will try to post again very soon

Uh-ohh
I didn't blog for a very long time
over a week
and now I'm blogging again.
this makes me scared
should I be scared?
Well here goes...

So I spent a week at the beach. I saw a shark, got within feet of a wild dolphin, jumped off a boat, met a bunch of very odd people, almost touched a wild stingray, dyed my hair pink, fell flat on my face once and fell on my back like a wooden plank after running into a large box another time, jumped into a pool with all of my clothes on, wrote JULIA'S BUTT WAS HERE on a seat in a restraunt and did many other things that would be interesting as a story. I will not tell you those stories right now, however. I might talk about those stories on a rainy day but I don't want to talk about them right now. Nope. Instead, I will tell you about the time I got attacked by a shark.
WHAT??!! You are asking. YOU GOT A-FRIGGIN-TACKED BY A SHARK?!!! It is true. I was a-friggin-tacked by a shark. Here is the story:

I used to work at the local aquarium. It was not great. It sucked butt. We had about twelve shifts and we were stuck at each place for an hour. I was stuck at the shark touch pool. As I was waving my hand around in the water,the shark came up, it's mouth wide open and lunged for my hand which I pulled out just in time. It swished away again after that and I had to close the touch pool down. It was a baby nurse shark... about a foot long. It could only fit my pinky in it's mouth...

I love telling people this story. I'm not sure why. Well actually, I do know why. I was attacked by a shark. The details completely change everyhing, but nonetheless, a shark lunged for my flesh, prepared to bite. This story came up about twenty times over the vacation. My friends hate the story. They sigh and quickly tell people the whole story when I say "YOu know, I was attacked by a shark once...". But I think they are just jealous because THEY weren't attacked by a shark.

This is my last blog before I go to the beach tomorrow. What? You say, But you are using a desktop! However will you blog!? Do not fret, my dear reader, MY LAPTOP IS COMING HOME TODAY! AFTER THREEE IMPOSSIBLE WEEKS I WILL HAVE IT BACK WITHIN MY GRASP! Does dance.

So I haven't uhh... packed yet. I need to go do that. now. But I promise you I will return tomorrow with a great post! It will be awesome. But I REALLY need to go pack

So I will leave you with a video:













and seee you tomorrow!!

My Book Review Sort-of

I just spent the day reading about 500 pages of The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray. I had promised myself I would do many things today but they were all shunned for this. It was a fantastic book, as an aspiring-writer I must give kudos to Libba Bray. Her writing was so pretty and the way she described things... I could say she might be Hans Christian Anderson reincarnated as a girl but she writes better than that. The story's plot was kind of about magic [please read about series for further explanation] but she described things so gorgeously that everything in the book became magical. That woman knows how to use her metaphors. I became so entranced in the book, that when I finished it and got up from the couch I was so far from reality I couldn't fathom that my name wasn't Gemma Doyle and I didn't live in Victorian England.

So to-day's blog has to be about The Sweet Far Thing or else it would be untrue to my day. Let me repeat: I spent just about the whole day reading that book. I mean, if you want I could rant about how computer Solitaire is fixed and was conceived by terrorists to be completely un-winnable and evil I can, but somehow I think you would no longer read my blog after that. So I will talk about The Sweet Far Thing. Kinda.

Okay, so I got distracted for a few moments playing this. Play it. Now.

If you didn't read it, sorry. Major spoiler. It ended with much saddness (Agh! I couldn't spoil it for you! I am weak)... romantically. Sad ending. You should read it. The whole series is only about 1600 pages, thats all it takes to get there (this is why I also spent all [most] of Tuesday reading the second book, Rebel Angels). This got me thinking, did I prefer the tragic ending? Is that perhaps more romantic than a happy ending? Or am I just a rotten girl and enjoy others suffering? I think I look back at my own sad, little, barely-existent love life and say yup, I can relate. I can most definately relate. I mean, everybody can relate to having their heart torn out and given to a hungry god as a sacrifice. It is one of those things life has bountiful. An alarming number of people can't relate to the happy endings. I look at married couples and it makes me sad because they are so not in love.

It makes people wonder if happy endings even exist. Hans Christian Anderson didn't believe in happy endings, I have never seen a happy ending, who is to say they do exist? Maybe heartbreak is in some twisted disturbing way happier than an actual happy ending. Heartache is quite a breathtaking feeling. You can be horribly, horribly sad but like a burnt forest, the creation afterwards is stronger and more beautiful than ever before. And when you find some ash while the forest is regrowing, you can't help but smile. You look back on ever second before the heartbreak preciously and it inspires a burning hope. When you have a happy ending, how can you have hope? The hope is gone. It is long gone. The only hope left is the hope that everything doesn't go horribly wrong which is not the hope I want. It is not the hope that something wonderful might be found at the next corner.

Or maybe I am so trapped in heartbreak that I can't see the happiness. It has slipped so far from my grasp that I can't see a happy ending anymore.

Stopped to play Miss Spell's class again

OKAY! I am NO LONGER GOING TO TALK ABOUT THAT! MY GOD, how depressing I got. If you ever see me and it looks like I'm thinking, thats how I think. It all goes into this downward spiral until I have to switch and think about something else. Remember my first blog? It is that weird thought process I have that makes me crazy. Maybe my 11th goal for the summer should be to stop thinking like that before I go wacko...

Instead, I will share what I learnted from the book. I do not take morals or such from books. Pahh! Not me. Nope. I take character traits and file them into my MAY BE USEFUL FOR DEVELOPING IDEENTITY file-pile (imagine a ballroom filled to the ceiling with those neon colored filing folders. I collet them from characters in movies and books) in my brain.
So, this is what I filed:

JULIA'S PRETEND FILE INSIDE HER MIND

Date: Thursday, May 28, 2009

From: The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray

Personality Thingermabob: BELIEVING IN DREAMS

Describe in 3-5 paragraphs:

In Libba Bray's The Sweet Far Thing the main character Kartik believed a lot in dreams. It was, like, a main plot point. He believed in dreams. He had the dream and believed it to be true.

I shall claim this trait for my own. Kind of. [<-- I am counting this as a sentence File Inspector inside my mind] I have had a few dreams that haunt my thoughts. Things will happen in them and they affect my desires/fears so much, I cannot simply wave them off as a dream. Agh! Now I'm getting all sentimental about a dream that I had a year ago, that I love so much... I had it the night before my birthday. I spent my whole birthday thinking about what somebody said in the dream and had a dopey smile on my face all day because of it. Anyways.

I'm not going to be all like 'OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO RUN OFF TO A CORN MAZE IN MEXICO AND ON MY MAGIC-CARPET RIDE BACK I WILL ALMOST FALL OFF AND I WILL CALL OUT FOR [NAME CENSORED] AND [NAME CENSORED] WILL COME TO MY CARPET FROM THE GROUND MAGICALLY AND WE WILL HAVE THIS [CENSORED but not naught censored. Censored like, 'I don't feel like finding my diary where I wrote it down and telling it to you,' censored] CONVERSATION. But I will take to heart what happens in the dream. Duh! that's never going to happen but maybe I should consider what [still not telling you] said. Maybe [I am tiring of this but I will not forfeit the name to the internet] actually thinks like that. Maybe truth lies there.

Why:

Because sometimes you desperately need to believe in things that don't seem to be real

Wells... There is my file. This day is now over. It is 11:59. tata!

Lets talk Politics

OK, I'm not going to point any fingers, but there is a certain country being led by very short,grumpy men that is kinda yanking my chain right now.

I am short and grumpy!

Like I said though, I'm not pointing any fingers and I will not name names. Instead, I shall speak of them in terms I think their small brains are capable of understanding and I shall start by naming them the Booger-Eaters. You can find the Booger-Eaters at this location: 40 00 N, 127 00 E on the globe. The Booger-Eaters have been in the news a lot lately because like all children their height, they are being naught just for the sake of being naughty. If you have ever babysat, you know what I am talking about; a kid decides they need more attention so they get a red glint in their eye and start jumping on the couch. The Booger-Eaters are doing this now, they are jumping on the couch with scissors in their hand. The rest of the world, the tall, non-booger-eaters are trying to get them off of the couch and put the scissors down but the Booger-Eaters persist! They are saying if anybody comes near them on the couch, they will cut their hair off. The Booger-Eaters do enjoy being naughty.

What are the Tall People (who hit a growth spurt on October 24, 1945) to do about the Booger-Eaters? The Tall People cannot go near the Booger-Eaters or they will get all of their hair cut off and they cannot simply let the Booger-Eaters misbehave so, what if the Booger-Eaters get the Glue-Eaters, Fart-Sniffers, Hair-Pullers and Frog-Lickers to start a jumping-on-couch-with-scissors phase! It could end the world!!! They can't make a deal with the Booger-Eaters nor can they tackle them or call their parents. The Tall People are stuck in a horrid situation, only able to wag their fingers and hope the Booger-Eaters stop at the moment.

This situation is something everybody should be keeping track of with a weary eye. What the Booger-Eaters and Tall People do can effect everybody. This is not to say you should be scared; we do not know what the Booger-Eaters plan to do. Maybe they just feel like jumping on the couch for a moment and will soon jump down, maybe they plan to cut every body's hair off. The best thing to do right now is sit and wag our fingers. Wag your fingers, Citizens of the World, and hope that it ends well... or hope that the Booger-Eaters accidentally stab themselves before they cut any body's hair off. Either or. Either or.

Post-script: It was very hard not to curse in this blog. I wanted to like "Those&*#%^@$% I &*#%$# hate them! What the &%#@*&%$ [<- I don't know how I did that, but my curse-word is clickable] is wrong with them, but I hope you'll find my Booger-Eater approach much more entertaining and enjoyable to read. I also hope you know what I'm talking about (if you don't the links help)...

Boring boring boring day

Ohh! It is getting so hard to blog everyday! My life is dreadfully boring at the mo. Next week though... oh ho! Next week (hint: it involves the beach)
There are only 18 minutes left of the day so I will tell you two short, for lack of a better word, stories.

I baby-sat today which was pretty boring because my charges were well behaved. All except once when I had to get my 7 year old cousin Chad the Alltel (that isn't how you spell it is it?) guy to play the violin. Let us say that he didn't want to. Not to fear, I used my first-time violinist skills to play and sing Come on Eileen, U Can't Touch this, and Don't Stop Believin'. If you have ever experienced severe ear poppage after a plane flight... the extreme pressure-pain... that was what I created. I WAS ALLMIGHTY! I COULD DO ANYTHING AS LONG AS IT REQUIRED HORRIBLE VIOLIN SHRIEKS! Lets just say, after the first chorus of Don't Stop Believin'... he grabbed the bow and started playing himself. I must buy a violin and walk the streets with my great power! I loved it!

The second thing... I woke up at 6am this morning to go to work. I woke up at SEVEN during the school year. I was not in a fit state to open my eyes. Yet I did, I also put on shorts. They are PJ Boxer short type things, with fake buttons on the front. Let us just say that *we've been doing a lot of just saying havent we?* I discovered the buttons in the back while on a bookstore run... twelve hours later. I'd been walking around with my shorts backwards ALL DAY! Oh, stupid is me!

ps. I highly reccomend the Great and Terrible Beauty Series

now I must go with 8 minutes to spare in the day

tata

Thriller and Doppy

Sorry I didn't blog yesterday. My B, but I didn't have anything to say. Actually, I had ONE thing to say. I have a Muse. The muses are technically the nine goddesses of the arts. They inspire creation. They are also a band on the Twilight soundtrack. Nowadays, when an artist is inspired by somebody they will be all like "Oh, you are my Muse! i love you! You help me create my art! Blah blah!" Well, ha! I have mine! It is the cutest little garden ornament. It's a cement stone shaped like an elf's head. He is either Yawning or screaming with his mouth stretched open. He has big fat cheeks and pointy ears pulled back to his head. He had a thick, wide nose that sticks out because of his yawn/scream. His nose is fun to rub. He also has scraggly cement hair that almost covers his itty bitty eyes. He's been painted to look like a yellowing greening brown rock, like something you found in a mossy forest. It is so cool. I love it to death. It is now my Muse. I love him. I need to name him though... his name is... his name is... Doppy. Like Dopey and Dobby mixed together. Doppy. I love him. I love Doppy. I shall rub his nose forever for creative inspiration.



Well that's all about that, I can't talk about Doppy forever. Instead I will talk about THRILLER! I have successfully memorized U Can't Touch This and will post a video of it soon enough *within a month at least. My next two weeks are busy!* Now I am starting to learn thriller. I've gone through all the moves and I've done the Thrill the World dance a few times but I haven't memorized it or anything. I'm going to spend about two weeks memorizing it. Then, I will do the dance with a few friends I will gather... wait for it.. in a cemetery. I'm not sure it's legal but it'll be fun! There's a cemetery very close to my house so we will put on costumes and makeup and go do the Thrill the World choreography to Thriller! It will be SO cool and SO much fun and it will DEFINATELY be a story to tell when I go to school next year. I would love to go do it in this close up hospital near my house but then the zombies might actually eat me.

So I will end this blog post and be on my merry way and YOU SHOULD BE TO summer is here so go and enjoy it!

but first, watch this:

There’s good days and bad days

In the words of the all-wise Kaiser Chiefs "Sticks and stones and animal bones cant stop me from having a good day on a bad day; There’s good days and bad days." See slightly extremely creepy video below paragraph. This speaks of my day perfectly. You know how I was having bad premonitions about my summer? ps. Those are not the spelling errors you are looking for. <- My Jedi mind trick.


Well, I was having a very bad first day of summer. I was woken up at the un-Godly hour of ten a.m. I had my coffee and watched an episode of the Nanny (WHICH HASN'T BEEN ON TV FOR LIKE 8 MONTHS, LIFETIME CHANNEL FOR IDIOTS WHO DECIDED THE NANNY DIDN'T NEED TO BE ON TV ANYMORE!). I was then told I needed to clean my room. I was fine with that, but I needed my music in order to clean my room. My iPod has my old music on it and since I do not have my laptop and therefore cannot sync anything, I had to burn a CD. After an hour of being unsuccessfully able to burn a CD with the computers in the house I was fed up. I let out a large eergg! and said dumb computers because of the computers' incompetency and I was told I'd had too much caffeine by my mother. She said I was addicted and it was becoming very bad. I ignored this and went back to using my computer skills to get more and more frustrated. My cat, however, thought it would be better to play scratching post with my feet. She got her CLAW stuck in my toe, so I screamed. My mom was not pleased with this. She told caffeine was making me into a crazy person she no longer knew. "MOM! That freaking cat was clawing me and it hurt! So I screamed" I also yelled this because I was not in a good mood. I'd just had a cat claw ripped out of my toe, the computer wouldn't burn a CD and my mom was telling me I was crazy. "Hurt-uhh. Screamed-uh" my mom said making fun of how I spoke (she says shes trying to stop a bad habit. I could replace it with punching her. Try to freaking stop that habit <- ps. I wouldn't actually do this. I just really want to sometimes, like when she says I'm crazy and makes fun of me). I hid myself in my room and moped until three after this.
At three my parents went to a neighboorhood festival thingermagiger, so I had the house to myself. I tried burning a CD again but the computer wouldn't play half of the songs I had on a playlist (computer issues, I'd explain it but I am too lazy) so I had to re-download a few songs. One of these, was Good Days and Bad Days. Remembering the lyrics, I decided they were right. I needed to make my first day of summer into a good day! Even if it had been a HORRIBLE day! So I memorized U Can't Touch This. (or at least 90% of it), I burned my CD (or is it burnt...), I watched another episode of the Nanny, and I learned half of Thriller. Now if somebody asked if it was a good day or a bad day, I would say I had a good day on a bad day. Thank you wise Kaiser Chiefs, because I could NOT have had a completely rotten day today. Not the first day of summer.

It is Summer now

Summer is when I am at my prime. Looking back at my past few summers, I have to smile. They have been awesome. I've made friends, experienced new things and I have been totally and unexplicitly, even though i have no idea what that word means, me. I am nervous today; however, today does not feel like the beginning of another great summer. It feels like the beginning of staring at a TV and doing nothing for a few months. This summer has to be great though... doesn't it? doesn't it?

DOESN'T IT? I mean, I have my ten goals:

1. Learn all words in Our House by Madness, Can't Touch This by MC Hammer, and at least one Queen song besides Bohemian Rhapsody

It is important to know the words to these songs. When you know the words to classic songs that nobody else knows the words to you become cool. You become untouchable... because my my my my music hits me, so hard, makes me say OH MY LAWD! Thankyou for blessin me with a mind to rhyme and two hyped feet it feels good when you know youre down. a superdope homeboy from the Oaktown and I'm known, as such and this is a beat uh. you can't touch.

2. Watch 1 classic movie each week (excluding weeks when I am on vacation)

It is important to quote old movies:

Luke, you do not yet realize your importance. You have only begun to discover your power. Join me, and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy.
I'll never join you!
If you only knew the power of the Dark Side. Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father.

He told me enough! He told me you killed him!

No, I am your father

*Luke makes funny face*
No. No thats not true. Its impossible
Search your feelings, Luke, you know it to be true
NOOOOO!!!!!!

and thats not even the best part of that movie!!

I love you *says Leia as Han Solo is about to be killed [or so they thought]*
I know *is his reply*

3. Learn dance to Thriller

talk about bustin' a move!

4. Write at least 10,000 words a week for my book that i am writing which i will not tell you anything about at all

When you write a book, its important to actually write

5. Speak with an English accent for a day

There is no reason for this. I just really want to do it.

6. memorize first page in harry potter

Because I need to secure my status as an ultimate Harry Potter fan

7. find an excuse to burst into song* preferably an 80s song (preferably ABBA or Queen even though they arent too 80s) during a converstion

There isn't a reason for this either. I just think it would make me interesting

8. Learn two Shakespear sonnets.

It is a summer of memorization

9. Be spontaneous on June 5th at 1:43 pm, and again on July 11rd at 6:24pm. (Oh nO! I'm already planning my spontaneity! stop it Julia!)

Because I'm just a spontaneus person.

10. Return to school with stories. Good storied about that wacky thing I did June 5th and about how I rapped You Can't Touch This in the middle of the French Quarter

This basically means that I have to use my new super powers to entertain people.

These should make for an interesting summer... I hope. What if it doesn't?!?! What if my summer is completely horrible. I must breathe deeply. I will have fun. I will have fun. I will have fun. I will have fun. I will have fun. I will have fun. I will have fun. I will have fun. WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE I WON'T HAVE FUN THIS SUMMER??

less than twenty-four hours until summer

and I still don't have 9 and 10 on my list of goals for the summer. Do I even have eight? If I do not have eight I will just pretend the number does not exist; and why was 6 afraid of 7? Because 7, 9, 10! Hahaha (I checked this on spell check, my suggestions were Chihuahua, Heehaw, Heehaws, and HRH. Good job speel check <- joke. hahaha... I mean Chihuaua). Don't you love my joke, creepy doll?

9. Be spontaneous on June 5th at 1:43 pm, and again on July 11rd at 6:24pm. (Oh nO! I'm already planning my spontaneity! stop it Julia!)

Okay, so I know you all saw American Idol last night if you didn't reader(s), I'm pretty sure this video sums it up perfectly:




But anyway, Kris Allen won. This shocked a LOT of people. Mostly because everybody decided that Adam Lambert was a rock god and thought he had already won. I personally think that they are both great singers but one did not wear icky black boots whe everybody else was wearing all white and one did. It caused a lot of uproar. If you saw Simon Cowell after the announcement... he was not pleased. It actually looked like he was downright furious at us bloody Americans for voting for the "wrong" person. On gossip sites and radio showe people were upset. They said the wrong person won and Kris Allen wasn't marketable enough. Yes, marketable. I for one, do not undestand this

I am confused

Is not American Idol a show where people vote for who wins? Did not over 50MILLION people vote for Kris? Does America have to consider how much money the American Idol producers will make when they decide who they like most? Are you not happy for the person who won? Does he not deserve praise and words of kindness after winning just like the past seven winners? Every other winner had people going 'oh! You are so great!' 'Congradulations!'. What does Kris get? 'The other guy should have won...'. That is very nice, hater-people, you should be proud of yourselves for staining one of the best moments in this guy's life.

It is not cool.

And now I must stop thinking about American Idol for a moment and decide WHAT IS TEN GOING TO BE?

CUE THE JEOPARDY SONG!!

10.

TEN

X

eleven minus one

seven plus three

10. Return to school with stories. Good storied about that wacky thing I did June 5th and about how I rapped You Can't Touch This in the middle of the French Quarter.

During my next blog, it will be summer. Happiness will ensue. see you then, Reader

I HAVE FORESAKEN YOU, READER(S)

I am so sorry for not blogging yesterday. I am a bad person... No, I take that back; Gateway is a bad company. I haven't had my computer for over a week because my evil laptop decided it hated me and committed suicide. Lucky for me, computers are like emo kids; it's an attention oriented suicide and it failed. Still, you know how horrible it is to try to write on the family computer? Not fun. Plus, my little cousins have been coming over every day this week and they hog the family computer. This means I get no computer time on top of hating the computer I have to use. Luckily, I begged my dad to get on his laptop... a laptop he has password on so I can not break it. Thank you, father, if that is indeed your real name.
anyways.... this must be a short posting, hopefully I will have my laptop back soon and I will be able to post blogs whenever I want. Plus, SCHOOL WILL BE OVER ON FRIDAY AND MY PARENTS WILL NO LONGER HAVE A REASON TO TELL ME TO GO TO SLEEP! 3am blog posting? YOU CAN BET ON IT


8. Learn two Shakespear sonnets.

I NEED 9 AND 10 BY FRIDAY MORNING! Egad!

5. Speak with an English accent for a day

6. memorize first page in harry potter

7. find an excuse to burst into song* preferably an 80s song (preferably ABBA or Queen even though they arent too 80s) during a converstion
ex.
Somebody: Hey don't...
Me: *does crazy hand gestures* stop me now! I'm having such a good time. I don't want to stop at all!!!!

or any other awesome pop culture reference.... random Star Wras quotes




here is a lovely video:

and website:
http://www.crawlofthedead.com/


ps. i am "studying" for "spanish" right "now"

My Goals for the Summer

I realize that next week at this time, I will be on Summer vacation. I also realize that if I want to have a fruitful and crazy awesome Summer I must have goals. This is why I am creating TEN GOALS for my Summer vacation, first off, however, I will show you what this website wants me to do with my summer

1 Hold a Skee-Ball tournament with your pals at the arcade. At 25 cents a pop, the fun 'n' games won't break the bank. The champ gets all the prize tickets!

uhm.......


2 Make a summer scrapbook. Include everything--even the little stuff. The price tag from your fave sundress, amusement park ticket stubs, photo booth pics of you and the crew and vacation postcards are all awesome additions to your book. It'll be a summer you'll never forget.

uhm...

3 Grow a green thumb! Purchase some packets of flower seeds--cosmo, poppy, sunflower (unsalted, of course!)--and plant them in your own garden patch. Tending to your sprouts will keep you super-busy, and it's oh-so satisfying to watch as your blooms blossom.

uhm... *begins looking uneasy*

4 Rent a tandem bike for a day. It's a bicycle built for-two. Grab a pal, hop on and pedal off for some good laughs: Yeah, it's goofy.... So what?

uhm... *starts twitching*

5 Get a cool deck of cards, and enjoy tons of fun playing Butthead, Blitz and Blackout with your pals. Don't know how? Check out www.pagat.com to learn these and other games--and a few you can play by yourself, too.

*can no longer say uhm and stares blankly at the screen, still twitching*

6 Do some flower projects. Pluck a few wildflowers from a field, and press them between the pages of a phone book for about two weeks until dry. Then, use them to decorate stationery, picture frames, bookmarks, whatever. Surprise friends and family with your flower creations--just as nice as a bouquet!

But... I'd... why... uhm...

7 Head for the nearest gumball machine. Now, get four gumballs for a buck for you and each of your girls, and have a contest to see who blows the biggest bubble.

Yes. This is exactly how I plan to spend my summer.... *twitching resumes*

8 Speaking of bubbles... Hit the kiddie section of the dollar store, and buy a few bottles of soapy bubbles. You're never too old to blow bubbles!

....

9 Buy some zany sunglasses, and wear them in public. They can be ultra-glam, ultra-goofy, ultra-big, ultra-anything! The trick is to find a pair that really attracts attention. You're guaranteed to have an ultra-hilarious day!

haha. haha. haha. no.

10 Play the claw machine two times for a buck. You knaw--the one in which you try to pluck prizes with a mechanical crane. Yeah, it's usually a waste of money... but it's sooo irresistible!

yes. irresistible. sure. no.

11 Fly a kite on a windy day. Haven't flown a kite since you were a tot? You're missing out! It's not easy to keep that thing gracefully floating up there--but that's what makes it challenging! Fly your kite on the beach or in an open field, where the wind is often at its strongest mph.

yes. i love standing around holding a string for hours watching a piece of cloth in the air. I would only ever do this during a lightening storm when the kite had a key attached.... and the handle was plastic.

No. here ar MY goals for the summer:

1. Learn all words in Our House by Madness, Can't Touch This by MC Hammer, and at least one Queen song besides Bohemian Rhapsody

2. Watch 1 classic movie each week (excluding weeks when I am on vacation)

3. Learn dance to Thriller

4. Write at least 10,000 words a week for my book that i am writing which i will not tell you anything about at all

5.hmmm..... i need to make up six more goals by Friday. HELP ME DO THIS MY READER(S)! POST SUGGESTIONS IN COMMENT FORM!!!

I <3 thunderstorms

They really are the best. It is thundering and lightening and becoming darker and darker with each glance out of the window right now. It is the perfect time to blog.

I vant to vrite your vlog!

Something is just crazy awesome about drinking a diet coke while forcibly comforting your dog (she would rather be hiding under the bed, but instead I am hugging her with one arm while writing the blog, tightening it to a squeeze when she tries to get away) and writing while it is storming like crazy outside. I don't know what it is. I am also listening to Queen which makes it ten times better.

It would be awesomer if I was also watching an old-time horror movie from the 1930s. The 1930s and 40s had the BEST horror movies EVER. Ever seen House of Dracula? Well watch it now. It is the ultimate cool.

Well I am sorry to say I will not really be blogging until next thursday because of EXAMS!!!! I will however, be posting a song, video, and link each day with things that will make your life better.

Song:

Video:


Link:
Keanu Reeves is the Anti-Christ

I hope you have enjoyed this

My lovely lavender ice cream. Magic I discovered

Did you ever eat flowers when you will little? I did. I ate flowers. Only one kind though. They were little white flowers and my friends and I would eat the flower part and chew the stems because they were tart.

Everybody else is doing it!

I would never ever ever do this ever again. Eat a flower? Off the ground? Where dogs are? and other gross things that I don't want to think about? I don't think so; I would rather have a salad... at least until tonight at three p.m.

Does this mean you are eating flowers off the ground again, Julia, you ask? No it does not, my dearest reader, it means I HAVE DISCOVERED LAVENDER AND HONEY ICE CREAM! Yes, it is made with real lavender flowers, yes it tastes like flowers and it ROCKS!!

This is why in today's post I shall talk about things you should eat if you did not eat them as a child. It isn't only the flower eating but I will talk about that first. If you haven't eaten a flower before, you are missing out. Go out and pick a small flower (it can be a honey suckle if you like, as long as you eat the flower part), when nobody is looking, take this flower and chomp down on it. You will admit, it tastes good. I believe this is essential for becoming an adult. You must eat a flower. Suddenly the world will expand, you have never tasted anything like a flower. It will open new doors for you; you will know you will never go hungry again. I bet you will even eat another flower.

The next thing you should eat is not exactly... uhm... edible. This is why you need to be at a place to spit it out when you take a bite. If you are curious about what I'm talking about watch this video and then I will tell you:

yet again, I was not able to access the actual video (DARN YOU TO HECK, COPYRIGHTS!) so chipmunks sung this version. Did you see him eat it though? Did you see him eat the crayon?? I did. I saw him. That's why I ate a crayon in 8th grade...or at least I chewed it a few times and then spat it out because it tasted horrible. I am not sure why but I felt very happy after doing that. I went around telling everybody for months about it. Take a bite out of a crayon, I promise you, as long as you do not swallow, you will not regret it. Oh goshes, my dearest reader, it is wonderful.

The next one is not as wonderful. I will cut right to the chase to tell you, I can't make this suspenseful. I need to tell you, you have to know. I can't possibly keep this one from you. Oh no. I can't.

[blog horribly interrupted while mad mother. She was in a bad mood and a fight ensued while Somebody to Love by Queen played in the background. Ended in her turning the computer off. blog continued next morning]

wasabi. You have to try it. I'm serious. Go out and buy some sushi and take a bite of the wasabi. You might scream, you might even cry, but you have to try it at least once, preferably with a two liter of your favorite drink next to you.

What else is there to eat my dear friends? Anything. Anything at all. If it is edible, try it! If it is not edible... only if you must. But the point is to do something that your mind is screaming at you not to do. TRY THE CRAZY ICE CREAM FLAVORS! IT MUST BE DONE IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE! Well, maybe I'm exaggerating, but it does make life more interesting.

I love you my reader(s)

and I know my post was very short yesterday. This is why I will also include links to all of the things I love in the hope that I shall expand your love and make you smile. :)

Let us start off the meal with a soothing song:







And move on to

sexy fences

yes, this lady is kissing a fence and it looks like she is using tongue, but do not forget to read her love poem for the Berlin Wall.


people PAY to have their pets photo shopped into a military uniform. Why? I don't know, perhaps they are obsessed with both the military and their pet and they are sad that their pet cannot dress up in a fancy military costume.

uhm... im not quite sure what this is about, but apparently Jesus does not want to date Irish people.

this site is dedicated to people who only have one eyebrow. They even have unibrow of the week and a unibrow matching game. My best time is 1:43. Can you beat THAT?


WHAT THE HELL IS THIS????? I do not know, but the site intrigues me and I think it is most definitely a fake... I hope. ps. the letters to the crazies are BETTER.

I once knew a guy with a mullet. I dedicate this link to you mullet-boy-whose-name-I-have-forgotten-but-I-know-it-starts-with-an-A-and-I-really-didn't-like-you


Yes, she was a woman who had once been a man, but she still knew how to flutter her eyelashes as well as those other hussies

I love this game. YO CONTROL THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS!!

I always send myself prank letters with this

this is all for today.


plus... I SAW STAR TREK TODAY AND I LOVED IT. Just FYI

My laptop is dead.

It needed a new hard drive, so it was sent far far away to my mother's work where they are fixing it. It will be gone for (about) a week. I do not like this. I do not like this because I still have to save up for a new laptop ($1,500- 250GB White Macbook with iWork and warranty). This does not make me happy. At least I have some good news, which is JOB. I have a babysitting job for the summer. It isn't a huge one, I'll be like an on-call babysitter. a "PLEASE CALL ME WHENEVER YOU NEED A BABYSITTER!" babysitter. I have the job officially for the first few days of summer vacation. This is not bad though, the job is anywhere from 60-80 dollars a day (the last time i babysat this family for a whole day I got paid 60 which was two years ago. My friend got paid 80 which was a few months ago). If I babysit them for a WHOLE WEEK that is anywhere from 300 to 400 dollars. 3 days is $180-240. That isn't terrible. I already have $230. My birthday is in June. I am am now using a survey site and I have made 45cents so far. I think within 6 months I can make enough for my Mac... or maybe a year. As long as I have enough money to pay for it myself I will be very very happy.

I am going to go away and take surveys and write stuff. I am sad now. I need money. lots of money. please give me money.

hello dearest reader(s)

Right now, I am at the gym, leaning back on a cold metal chair that digs quite uncomfortably into my back staring all dead-like at the computer. I feel like swimming in a huge pool filled with diet coke while drinking coffee flavored (virgin) pina-coladas. I bet you are asking yourself "Why on Earth would she want to do that? That sounds really odd. Why does she want all three of those drinks? Isn't a can of diet coke good enough for her?" No. A single can of diet coke is not good enough for me right now. I need a whole pool of it PLUS a coffee-flavored pina-colada. I will now tell you the story in which I will explain this.



Last night, I got back from Mississippi (we go to visit my Grandma's grave in Mississippi on Mother's Day every year) rather late (rather late = 7pm). This was supposed to be study time. I had a creative writing exam today at 12 o'clock and I needed to study for it. On Saturday, I told myself I would study on Sunday morning. On Sunday morning, I told myself I would study on the car ride back. On the car ride back, I told myself I would study at home. I was at home; it was study time.

I am the queen of procrastinating

This is why I promptly sat down at my computer (which I did not need to study) and looked at my AIM. This was when I saw that one of my great friends Humphrey was online. "Humphrey is online!" I said to myself, "I must IM Humphrey." So I IMed Humphrey and we talked for awhile before he showed me one of the most greatest things ever: The Onion. I will post a video later because I cannot do this on the Gym computer.

{it is now later. Watch this:}

I then watched videos on The Onion for an hour. Soon it was ten o'clock at night and my dad came in my room and told me it was time to get ready for bed. I startled and looked down at the papers on my bed which looked like this:

[i will put a picture of the study guide here as soon as I can get to a good computer]

I screamed silently in my head and rushed to take a shower and do other things in order to be ready to fall onto my bed and pass out. and then I studied until midnight. At midnight I was much too tired to study anymore so I fell asleep knowing an inkling more than I had known before. I woke up after that at 2, then at 3, then at 4:30, then at 5. It was a sleepless night.

I woke up this morning completely unprepared for the exam. I got up anyway and went to school. At school, I had a lab notebook for physics due that I was positive was awful. I turned it in anywho. After that I had Spanish, the class after that I had creative writing.

Let it be known, I SUCK at Spanish. Ese es yo hablaba en espanol. Yo sabe muy poco. Mi llamo Julia. Soy cinquenta anos. I cannot afford to pay no attention to a whole Spanish class, but this is what I did. I studied and studied and studied for Creative Writing. Who was the author of "The Twa Corbies"? Trick question! It was an anonymous poem. Do you know who wrote "The Woman at the Washington Zoo"? It was Randall Jarrell. I know this because of Spanish class. I studied for an hour in there.

Then. It was time for my test. I tried not to panic, walked into the room and... I HAD PULLED It OFF! I knew almost ALL of the answers! It was AMAZING and I was SO HAPPY!

Then it was time for Algebra. I had not done the homework. I had forgotten my calculator as well. The happiness was gone.

At the Gym, I ran for twelve minutes. This stole all of my extra energy. I will now go onto one of the couches and try to sleep inconspicuously. toot-a-loo my reader(s)

i am studying right now

.... so i can't blog that much. i can blog a tiny bit. tiny. i think yesterdays blog was amazing though. Well, it wasn't really because i went crazy (extra large diet coke from Burger King) but i found that website stopabductions.com and i fell in love. Did you know that human/alien hybrids are taking over? THATS what they carry in their little black boxes. HYBID FETUSES. and guess what else? The hybrids, as we will call them for short, can take off your alien stopper hat. This is why there have been four hat failures. Even so, you NEED TO WEAR YOUR HAT AT ALL TIMES. It is a must. THE ALIENS WILL TAKE YOU IF YOU ARE NOT WEARING YOUR HAT, PEOPLE! THEY WILL TAKE YOU AND USE YOU TO MAKE ALIEN/HUMAN HYBRIDS! just saying. See? This blog? it teaches you things. Things you might not have learned if you didn't read this. Without me THE ALIENS MIGHT HAVE GOTTEN TO YOU. you. are. welcome.

On other news.... i really need to study right now. I have an exam tomorrow and i haven't even looked at the material. I love you though, my dearest reader, so I will do an extra awesome blog tomorrow which will make up for today. Have fun having fun peoples. SUMMER IS ALMOST HERE! It comes right after all of these exam crappers.

I am watching my first james bond EVER right now.

I am surprised that this is the first time I have ever seen a James Bond movie because i am OBSESSED with movies. I spend a LOT of time watching movies, at least 8 times the healthy amount of movie watching. I look through all the movies coming up on my tivo every few weeks and record all of the interesting ones. I own about a humdred movies (most of them are old Disney movies) and whenever I watch one I will watch it over and over again until I am terribly sick of it. A few weeks ago I watched Mulan until I memerized the whole We Are Men song. all three parts (and yes, it comes up three times during the movie. i didn't know that either until a few weeks ago). If I am at home, the TV is on and so is a movie and i look like this:

I think my eyes are rotted

okay... not really. usually i have it on and listen to it a little while reading or cooking or doing homework or doing whatever it is i should actually be doing. movies are great to have in the background, also if i am doing something dumb online something dumb online another dumb thing crazy dumb I can say "but, ma! the movie is almost over! I need to know what happens to Mr. Snuffleguffles once the tree stops talking to him!"


So back to my point. I have never ever ever seen a James Bond movie. Ever. which is weird. So now I am watching it and I don't really get anything that is going on. I am watching Thunderball (try not to laugh) it is from 1965. I think Bond is a hairy hornbag. he hits on every girl he sees and he is like a werewolf he is so hairy. This Bond is Sean Connery and he is not hot. he is a hairy hornbag who wears short-shorts. I don't know if i'm saying all of this because the plot line went completely over my head but he is a hairy hornbag. all im gonna say.

I am still glad i'm watching a Bond movie finally. I've always wanted to... OH! I HAVE THE DAILY SONG!!!



I really reall hate it when the official video's embedding is disabled. It irks my... birks... it... lerves my nerves. It... annoys me. I mean, i found a really good video for we got to leave, but i didnt even look at this one...


ANYWAYS. back to Bond. so far my opinion. is that I don't like it. I think Im going to watch an eighties version of it because i love the eighties (3D! <-- do you get it? do you get my insane pop culture VH1 reference? do you? do YOu?) okay. so i left my blog for awhile.... four hours to hang out with my cousin AA and i am going to get off the topic of Jame Bond (although i want to say that along with James Bond I have recently seen XMen for the first time and i am going to go see Star Trek wednesda where i hope to become a trekkie) and i will go on to the fact that ALIENS HAVE VISITED EARTH!!!! i am buying (or making) one of these like RIGHT AWAY alien hat because the website says that "The thought screen helmet has effectively stopped several types of aliens from abducting or controlling humans. Only four failures have been reported since 1998. Two of those failures were encounters with alien-human hybrids." I am so glad i found this website. it saved my life. Until my hat comes in. however, this is how i will look:








ohhh!! watch this too




Non-Abductees Anonymous






now, why do i think this, you are asking?

because i am watching Ancient Aliens on the discovery channel, and there are drawings like this all over caves and pyramids and stuff:


there are pictures of rockets in pyramids and lightbulbs in Egypt and TONS of crazy things that are actually out there that are like "hey! why is there a picture of an AIRPLANE in King Tut's tomb?" (there isn't, but i don't remember the names of the actual tombs the were found at. the point is that they WERE found in REAL ancient tombs). THIS IS CRAZY PEOPLE! THIS IS CRAZY! I AM GOING CRAZY AND I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO FIND ONE OF THOSE HATS AND BUY IT AND WEAR IT TO SCHOOL!



im not going to say anymore because i know you all are about to agree that i'm crazy. but im going to give you a link and you will soo look at this and buy one of those awesome hats so you can look as cool as me: http://www.ancient-hebrew.org/ancientman/03_maya.html

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ps. this is for you AA


WHAT IS WITH THE OVERALLS??

zombies

i have nothing to say today. it is friday and my brain is DEAD. if you tried eating it you would spit it out and be like "eewww it tastes gross. Like crawfish when they are boiled dead!" plus im taking a practice SAT tomorrow

i need to show you this. i saw it and it stunned me

exasperated sigh.

this isn't my favorite song by the fratellis but it fits todays posting.

it is entitled "everybody knows you cried last night" and i actually... uhm, did cry last night. but until i typed that just now only my cat knew i cried because she was trying to comfort me which was weird and possibly she just wanted food... but still.

this is my cat --> her name is Sally. she is 4.

you want to know why? I had a goal. i had a goal to write 1000 words for my story on Cinco de Mayo. I saved it on my flashdrive so it would be safe. AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED?? it was corrupted and i couldn't open it!!! I tried to open it for two hours but, sadly, i could not. (i only need 1,200 more dollars to get a macbook with all of the features i want... or else this thing can have its final breakdown and die peacefully forcing my parents to buy me a new computer. i didn't even pick this one out like i was promised i'd be allowed to do. my dad's computer broke so he bought this one and used it until his was fixed and THEN he gave it to me as my birthday/going into highschool present. thanks dad) so i got upset. technology frustrates me because its so much smarter than me. its like its taunting me. its like 'haha haha, guess what? you are d-u-m-b dumb dumb dumb. thats why im going to do ths to make you mad. ha ha ha ha ha.' so i cried. i don't like technology making fun of me. and then i watched Golden Girls and felt much better.

so then TODAY happened. guess what I found out TODAY. my uncle's ex-wife and her hghschool dropout daughter are coming to stay with us over the summer because they are homeless. yay... the girl. she has a tattoo of her exboyfriend's name on her back, dropped out of *not highschool but* eigth grade. she is currently trying to quit smoking. all im going to say. now my peaceful summer is going to be messed up by craziness. and i'm a pushover. i am a HUGE pushover. they will do thousands of thngs that really pops my bubbles and im not going to say anything. because im a pushover. yay. my mom didn't even tell me about this until yesterday. they are moving in sunday.

another decision that i apparently wasn't needed for is my NEW BEDROOM FURNITURE. my mom found furniture that she really liked. she asked me about it and i told her really didn't like it. it was nice but not my style. not my style at all. my opinion didn't matter though because she wanted it. its not even going to be her furniture. this s my furniture im supposed to take to college. thankyou mother.

i am going and hoping tomorrow will be good.

May 6th 2009 *thats a good enough blog title... right?*

listen to this, it came up when my ipod was on shuffle and i fell in love. this isn't the official video but its pretty DERN COOL!


So i have this hypothetic friend who has a hypothetical problem. You see, she has this like giraffe that just FOLLOWS HER AROUND. It isn't a normal giraffe either. Its a ZOMBIE giraffe and it plans on eating her brains soon.. do you see the dilema? She just doesn't know how to tell him that he's too tall to ride the roller coasters she plans on riding tomorrow. I mean she can't just be like "well, you see, if you were planning on following me and eating my brains tomorrow... you can't. because you are a giraffe and you are insanely tall." no. she has to be coy about it.

...and now i have this REAL problem that isn't hypothetical at all. So, like, theres this guy... don't you hate it when things start offf like that? So there's this guy... and hes super cute and blah blah blah. This is why I shall begin in story mode....

I've only ever had one REAL boyfriend and I decided that doesn't count... that SO doesn't count. Total do-overs. We dated for exactly a month, i know because i felt pretty bad for calling it off after only a month. But i had to. Do you want to know why I had to?
You know how most guys say 'You're so beautiful/pretty/sexy/cute.' or 'I love you' or something sweet to tell you they like you? Well this guy, let us call him Loserface for the blog's sake, said 'If you were a guy, I would go gay for you.' IF YOU WERE A GUY I WOULD GO GAY FOR YOU!?!?!?! WHO would ever say that? How is that endearing? 'Oh REALLY? Thats so sweet. If you were a girl i'd bitch-slap you right now!' Do you see why i had to dump him? So obviously that relationship went nowhere. it was ruined by him calling me a guy. I mean REALLY! is that supposed to be SWEET or something? I am a GIRL! G-I-R-L! Don't worry about me being a guy, Loserface, and don't talk about going gay when you're dating me!

Back to the actual story, so i've never had a boyfriend before. At my school though, there is this guy and we have a realtionship through smiling. it is really weird and odd and i can't describe it in any other way than we smile at each other every time we see each other. It is weird. I spoke to him once. in october. i will not write what i said, let us just say that i wish i drank so that i could have the excuse that i was drunk *i actually wish i could use that excuse quite often...*.
So we can't really talk to each other. wouldn't that be weird "hey. i've, uh, been lookin atchoo a lots. why don't choo and me go out fo' sum coffee or sumpim'" I don't know what kind of accent that is but if i talked to him, that is the accent I would use.

Or it would be like this:

Hey.
Hey.
So, uh... smiling
yeah. smiling
*awkward pause*
So you want to uhm...
yeah?
maybe actually, uh, talk sometime
yeah. sounds cool
yeah.
*awkward pause*
catch you... later. i guess
yeah. later.

Maybe i should just forget about it...
well i need to go. i have a lot of homework that i cant forget about

toot-a-loo!

My next computer....

is going to be a mac. i have decided. one of my favorite YA authors said she has a mac.... which kinda made my decision final. plus i love all of the webcam stuff they have. if I don't like the Mac i will switch back to PCs.

well that is basically the end of my post from yesterday


i don't know what to write today. Would you like to hear a poem by yours truly? I will show you a poem.

A Lazy Afternoon
or
When the Poet Watches a Star Wars Marathon in her Bedroom

Sitting at home,
becoming one with the bed,
staring at the TV.
Slowly melting in the sheets,
should I get up?
Can I get up any longer?

This is one of my favorite poems by me. In creative writing class theres no real creative freedom. it has to be ART with big capital letters and in a fancy but not romantic script. This poem is my FuN poem with a strange font and a capital letter that isn't in the front. It was a spontaneous poem that i wrote in three seconds that slightly mocks the snooty tooty *yes i just said that* poems and I will adore it no matter what the guy with the Harry Potter glasses and Harvard degree says.

hmmm.... thats all i can say about that

WHaT aM I GOoOiNG tOO TAlk AboOUT TOoDay??

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I DRANK SOUR MILK LAST NIGHT!
it was uber gross.

So heres what happened:

When i walk in my house and i forget where i am going i end up infront of the fridge. so last night this is what i did. I stared at the fridge for a minute, wondering why i was infront of it and what to do next when i saw a bottle of chocolate milk. I immediatly grabbed it and took a huge sip. I took it away from my mouth for a second and smelled something funny, so get this. I took another sip to see if it was spoiled or not. WHAT WAS I THINKING??? AM I COMPLETELY IDIOTIC!?? WHO DOES THAT?? apparently me. So i took a sip and it tasted fine but something. wasn't. right. That was when i looked at the expiration date. it had expired THREE DAYS PREVIOUSLY!!! I screamed and dumped it down the sink. It wasthen that i realized i had just drinken a bunch of sour milk. I had no idea what to do so i just opened my mouth really wide as if that would do anything at all. I looked back at the fridge and saw whipcream. I decided that possibly eating whipcream would do something so i sprayed the whipcream in my mouth. it did nothing. After that I came to (some) of my senses and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash (I say some because I swallowed a tiny bit. BAD MOVE).
I learned my lesson last night. Here is what i learned


I really need to stop randomly walking up to my fridge. what is that about? Im never even hungry when I do that.
I should never ever ever drink milk out of the bottle again. learned my lesson. i will pour it into a cup next time.
I should check the expiration date and try to remember it whenever we get chocolate milk so i know when to stop drinking it.
I don't really like whip cream all that much.

well, thats pretty much all for tonight. Cinco de Mayo. Tomorrow is Seis de Mayo. I hope something fun happens tomorrow so i can talk about it....

tata