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.