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