tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36115592011-04-22T00:11:22.026-04:00...every day is a quiet disasterthrift stores. music. yawns that seem to go on forever. maryjanes. shaggy hair. christopher ender carrabba. when hours seem like minutes. when minutes seem like hours. wearing children's jewelry. the eighties. degrassi high. being odd. tunage; deftones bright eyes dashboard confessional fsf deathcab for a cutie jew black sabbath nofx modest mouse pedro the lion matt skiba thursday cursive get up kids mirah cat power old weezer kind of like spitting soad brand new duran duran finger elevenJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comBlogger17281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1150236713933795872006-06-13T18:03:00.000-04:002006-06-13T18:11:53.946-04:00weak?strong?right?wrong?Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1147492508566198522006-05-12T23:54:00.000-04:002006-05-12T23:55:08.576-04:00Well it's one thing to fall in love But another to make it last I thought that we were just beginning And now you say we're in the past Look me in the eye and tell me we are really through You know it's one thing to say you love me but another to mean it from the heart And if you don't intend to see it through why did we ever start? I wanna hear you tell me you don't want my love Put your hand onJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1136771115307446782006-01-08T20:44:00.000-05:002006-01-08T20:45:15.323-05:00And so begins begins our odysseyAnd we begin begin our odysseyAnd so begins begins our odysseyThe auria is bleeding and the boyish voice is leavingI’ve been an evil tenor I filled the innocents doe eyes with glueYou’re my only softness you’re my only pleasure it’s trueAnd I never want to be your little friend the abject failureAnd so begins begins our odysseyAnd we begin begin our odysseyAnd so Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1133676381466000822005-12-04T00:57:00.000-05:002005-12-04T01:06:21.483-05:00myspace is nothing but a load of crap.so much trite nostalgia has hit me this evening, at the worst possible time.a picture of laurie and zach hanging out in belleville struck me unbelievably, and unpredictably, hard.i'm happy without them as long as i convince myself they don't miss me.i know they don't miss me.but i know they still talk about me.just the thought that i could have been the Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1129173737558385762005-10-12T23:21:00.000-04:002005-10-12T23:22:17.566-04:00tumultuous, butvery happy.i had forgotten what feeling loved felt like.it's wonderful to be reminded.also, short hair gets greasy so much faster.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1126753773717498512005-09-14T23:05:00.000-04:002005-09-14T23:09:33.726-04:00i just told my boyfriend to go to a show... with my sister.you know something's fucked up when you have whitney houston stuck in your head.sisterly advice:"guys need to learn how to use words. 'duuuuuuuurh i don't know durrrrrrh!'"best ever.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1126336409473679222005-09-10T03:11:00.000-04:002005-09-10T03:13:29.480-04:00"do you remember the last time you told me you loved me? without saying 'i love you, too?' without saying it because i said it? july. fucking july. and you don't notice this. and i notice it every single day i talk to you. i wait. i don't say it in hopes that instead you'll say it for once. i try and smile in a way that will remind you of what i am to you and you don't say it. i don't know if youJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1125898113378579792005-09-05T01:27:00.000-04:002005-09-05T01:28:33.390-04:00last night was the best night."you know what i've never really noticed before? you never... really put your tongue in my mouth."Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1125328923836107192005-08-29T11:21:00.000-04:002005-08-29T11:22:03.843-04:00i hate it when you say "i love you, too."Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1125275249884581282005-08-28T20:25:00.000-04:002005-08-28T20:27:29.893-04:00he still breaks my heart;[and it's not who you think]i dream about him, i think. i'm never sure. but we touch, and kiss, in dreams. we never had what we have in my dreams. i don't tell anyone because it confuses me and i'm not sure who he is. sometimes i am, other times i'm sure it's not him. it's so strange that i still feel i'm being unfaithful to will by dreaming these things that are beyond Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1125164666994258232005-08-27T13:44:00.000-04:002005-08-27T13:44:27.000-04:00it's really badthat i reaaaaaaallywant this:http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/stores/offering/list/-/B00006F2MW/all/ref=dp_bb_a/103-1432979-8667014?s=photoJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1124937388805817022005-08-24T22:36:00.000-04:002005-08-24T22:36:28.813-04:00i have never been so happy in my entire life.and i have all of my friends and family to thank for it.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1124317780545252892005-08-17T18:29:00.000-04:002005-08-17T18:29:40.553-04:00well,the more i think about it,the more of a success this summer has been than i ever thought it could be.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1124162865978114552005-08-15T23:16:00.000-04:002005-08-15T23:27:45.986-04:00factory work is once again killing me in august, but in a different way.general mills was soul-sucking, heart-wrenching, painfully bleak and always seemingly endless. twelve hours in that start white sterile building bored me to tears. it was harder on me emotionally mostly i think because it was my first full time job. i can't believe my first full time job was twelve hour factory shifts, with Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1123388764860627412005-08-07T00:21:00.000-04:002005-08-07T00:26:12.653-04:00tonight i watched a door in the floor and i promised myself i wouldn't cry because i knew there would be a moment in that movie where i would want to cry and of course i cried.fuck you john irving.it's twelve twenty two, and my parents are asleep, and my sisters are both at parties. the world seems so cruel to me right now even though i know i'm craddled by it, it's babying me. i'm still such a Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1123388407116111792005-08-07T00:19:00.000-04:002005-08-07T00:20:07.123-04:00today i wore my hair in pigtails, put on a red dress i had never worn before, and biked around trenton in my heels. i thought of biking by nova deli to see if laurie was there, but i decided not to. and i hate that it is not because i don't want, but because i was thirsty and it was hot.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1121052328931672082005-07-10T23:19:00.000-04:002005-07-10T23:25:28.940-04:00wow.mmm,mmm mmm chmmm,mmm mmm chbaby i'm afraid of a lot of thingsbut i ain't scared of loving youbaby i know you're afraid of a lot of thingsbut don't be scared of lovecause people will say all kinds of thingsthat dont mean a damn to me'cause all I see is whats in front of meand that's youwell, i've been dragged all over the placei've taken hits time just don't eraseand baby i can see you've Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1119555310672598552005-06-23T15:35:00.000-04:002005-06-23T15:35:10.673-04:00Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1119555119477590892005-06-23T15:31:00.000-04:002005-06-23T15:31:59.486-04:00"stop being a pout-o-tron.""but you said i was splendid!""stop being a splendid pout-o-tron."i love him.for the stupidest, silliest reasons.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1118759262150411672005-06-14T10:24:00.000-04:002005-06-14T10:27:42.150-04:00my body is so angry at me.it screams at me.i think about that a lot at work.factory work has had one benefit for me;it has taught me to pay attention to what my body is telling me.but really, i can't obey what it says.midnights has turned not only my mind, but my body, upside down.my digestive system is SO mad at me, is in pain all of the time, it really really is no fun at all. and i want to Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1118758998763270962005-06-14T10:23:00.000-04:002005-06-14T10:23:18.770-04:00i'm happy.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1117857160563819002005-06-03T23:51:00.000-04:002005-06-03T23:52:57.976-04:00http://hem.bredband.net/b323948/weddingdream.jpgthis makes me giggle.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1117410650197436512005-05-29T19:38:00.000-04:002005-05-29T19:50:50.206-04:00montreal might eat its youngbut montreal won't break us downi simultaneaously love and hate how much hope my trip to montreal gave me. being surrounded by people i loved, twenty four hours a day, in a wonderful city, made me happier than i thought i could be for a very long time. it was only then how trying i found the couple of months prior to the trip.now that i'm home, and it's all done and Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1116084605524696572005-05-14T11:28:00.000-04:002005-05-14T11:30:05.533-04:00i've been re-thinking who i am a lot these days.a benefit of being away from things you've become so accustomed to.i wonder about a lot of things i've done.and it's odd that now i can understand when people say "i have absolutely no regrets."if i do have regrets, they are silly things that i wish i had done, not things i wish i could take back."i wish i had risked not being able to eat for two Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1116036392857819342005-05-13T21:54:00.000-04:002005-05-13T22:06:32.866-04:00i've realized the one thing that has been missing from every single employment opportunity i've had is the one thing i believe will make me happy career wise.i want to feel irreplacable.[maybe in all aspects of life, friendships, relationships, scholastic endeavors.]but i truly want to FEEL as if there is no one in the world like me who could accomplish the things i am accomplishing. and i want Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1115082137205525202005-05-02T20:54:00.001-04:002005-05-14T11:43:29.090-04:00The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor And it doesn't seem fair that your wicked words should work in holding me downNo, it doesn't seem right to take information given at close range for the gag and the bind and the ammunition round Conversation once colored by esteem became dialogue as a Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1114923138450231912005-05-01T00:35:00.000-04:002005-05-01T00:52:18.450-04:00kevin kline in the big chill reminds me of will.when he's in bed with glenn closeand she's highand he's trying to go to sleepand the way he curled up in bedi don't know what it was, it wasn't appearance wise, it was odd.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1113956661612062172005-04-19T20:21:00.001-04:002005-04-19T20:24:21.616-04:00" i think that pleasure is a very difficult behaviour. it's not as simple as that to enjoy one's self. and i must say that's my dream. i would like and i hope i die of an overdose of pleasure of any kind. because i think its really difficult and i always have the feeling that i do not feel the pleasure, the complete total pleasure and, for me, it's related to death. because i think that the kindJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1113779105033874152005-04-17T19:00:00.002-04:002005-04-17T19:18:10.990-04:00there's nothing that fosters my desire to write like april. april always does this to me. no matter what year it is, how old i am, where i live, i always feel so wierd in april. i got my heart broken for the first time in april, i had insomnia for the first time in april, i felt strange things for the first time in april.i think it makes sense that i'm so up in the air in april because the month Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1113261263610117512005-04-11T19:12:00.000-04:002005-04-11T19:14:23.610-04:00I won’t bind my strings to youBut build my world beside youWatching you draw a lineSome say you are, you areJust like a butterflyWhose broken wings will spreadTo softly feel your moodOver the blue sky full of youPink love, pink love, pink loveJust like a fairytaleMy only reason naturallyStarts to get to mePushing my way throughMesh of life I want to kiss the sickness of mindMy heart without Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1112499652020562492005-04-02T22:39:00.000-05:002005-04-02T22:40:52.020-05:00a lot of times, i feel like this:I was tired of being a woman,tired of the spoons and the post,tired of my mouth and my breasts,tired of the cosmetics and the silks.There were still men who sat at my table,circled around the bowl I offered up.The bowl was filled with purple grapesand the flies hovered in for the scentand even my father came with his white bone.But I was tired of the gender Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1109143887839519032005-02-23T02:30:00.000-05:002005-02-23T02:31:27.840-05:00if i wake up, and the sky's not there, is there any reason that i should be scared?ah, to be home.the prospect of being home all summer might not be as glum as i thought.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1102303293398007212004-12-05T22:17:00.000-05:002004-12-05T22:21:33.396-05:00i hate that now, everytime i hear new music, i think, "oooh, canadian content, great for my radio show!"
but i love it.
aaaaaaaaah.
i want to do a radio show simply of "les" bands. everyone refers to the "the" bands, like "the strokes, the shins, the thrills, the killers, etc," but no one notices the emergence of the "les" bands.
i want to do this show.
les georges leningrad - supa doopa
Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1102200881303084972004-12-04T17:46:00.001-05:002004-12-04T17:54:41.303-05:00while studying for my metis history exam, i come across this definition in an online dictionary, and wonder how the world is still so fucked up.
"eth·nic ( P ) Pronunciation Key
(thnk)adj.
Of or relating to a sizable group of people sharing a common and distinctive racial, national, religious, linguistic, or cultural heritage.
Being a member of a particular ethnic group, especially Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1102200870773045622004-12-04T17:46:00.000-05:002004-12-04T17:54:30.773-05:00while studying for my metis history exam, i come across this definition in an online dictionary, and wonder how the world is still so fucked up.
"eth·nic ( P ) Pronunciation Key
(thnk)adj.
Of or relating to a sizable group of people sharing a common and distinctive racial, national, religious, linguistic, or cultural heritage.
Being a member of a particular ethnic group, especially Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1093330004249925552004-08-24T02:38:00.000-04:002004-08-24T02:46:44.250-04:00and so it's so unlike i thought.
of course i can't sleep.
of course i'm worrying about what i didn't pack.
of course i'm thinking i'm going to miss the people here.
but i didn't think it would be this hard.
as much as i've waited for this day to come i don't want it to be here now.
now there's nothing to count down to, nothing to over think, nothing to over prepare for [or in my case Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1093156253535596112004-08-22T02:27:00.000-04:002004-08-22T02:30:53.536-04:00Bikini Kill - Resist Psychic Death
Your world not mine
Your world not ours
Your world not mine
Your world not ours
I will resist with every inch and every breath
I will resist this psychic death
I will resist with every inch and every breath
I will resist this psychic death
There's more than two ways of thinking
There's more than one way of knowing
There's more than two ways of being
There's Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-109298393978208622004-08-20T02:38:00.000-04:002004-08-20T02:38:59.783-04:00woah.
Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1092972959961113912004-08-19T23:35:00.000-04:002004-08-19T23:35:59.960-04:00why am i listening to AIR SUPPLY??!?!?
Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1091321515185487062004-07-31T20:50:00.000-04:002004-07-31T20:51:55.186-04:00there are twelve hours
there's a day between us
and you called to say you're sorry in your own way
there are oceans and waves and wires between us
and you called to say
you're getting older
and sometimes planes they smash up in the sky
and sometimes lonely hearts they just get lonelier
how did you survive all those fires and floods?
how did you survive your insufferable friends?
it was the plow Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1090420471917681942004-07-21T10:21:00.000-04:002004-07-21T10:34:31.916-04:00i really really really need to stop this grinding of teeth. i'm sick of waking up in a fetal position, jaw locked, teeth sore, gums tender, fists clenched.
i remember one morning when i was sleeping in will's bed in ottawa. and he woke up before i did, i said he heard me grinding my teeth. he tells me he kissed me, and i stopped. i believe it. i wish i had that remedy every night, but i don't.
Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1089648026479668212004-07-12T11:36:00.000-04:002004-07-12T12:00:26.480-04:00talking to victoria cowan at work as made me rethink a lot of things i used to think.
i think we both saw ourselves so differently at high school, and now that we've been away from it for so long, we look back and laugh at how we saw ourselves, and each other.
i never thought i'd bond with someone over pinching croissants for three hours straight.
we talk about everything and anything. she Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1088482290042170432004-06-28T23:57:00.000-04:002004-06-29T00:11:30.043-04:00knowing how the world works, is not knowing how to work the world.
les savy fav scream it best.
my sisters and i are still watching the canadian election results.
and i'm scared.
i read emma's blog, and read her concerns for the world, and in turn claire's and shannon's, and i'm scared.
and i've been scared about it for as long as i can remember. and nothing i've ever tried to do, small or bigJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1088187542651710662004-06-25T14:18:00.000-04:002004-06-25T14:19:02.650-04:00i long for the future, i long for the past.
i long for anything but right now.
i think that needs to stop.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1084162419597539472004-05-09T23:20:00.000-04:002004-05-10T00:13:39.596-04:00i never write in here.
i write a lot.
i write everything and anything.
why?
i'm not quite sure.
but the more i read what i wrote years ago, the more i understand my reasons for doing what i'm doing right now. writing out what i feel right now, in this current instant, captured in a few sloppy words in a few sloppy sentences, so that a few years down the road, i can read this and laugh or smileJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1083733294153616262004-05-05T01:01:00.000-04:002004-05-05T01:05:52.060-04:00"the moon" - the microphones
the moon was so beautiful tonight.
it was round and full and orange and beaming with beauty.
i always love watching the night sky.
for some reason it's just so entrancing.
during the day, the sky is just there. it's either clear, or cloudy, bright or dull, the end. my eyes are never diverted towards it for more than a few seconds.
but as soon as the sun fades away Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1079571579847768612004-03-17T19:59:00.000-05:002004-03-17T20:02:54.090-05:00i need to gush about this boy somewhere, what better place than here?
i'm so crazy about him.
but i'm more afraid than i've ever been.
jasmine: "this is mommy's impression of you, 'in and out, in and out, in and out.' hahaha."
it's true.
i do have a new crush on a new boy all the time.
but it's not because i want to.
i know i wouldn't get over half the boys i've gotten over unless i liked a Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1077857344073367782004-02-26T23:49:00.000-05:002004-02-26T23:51:51.610-05:00Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon or the land between here and the mountains. It is not these hiding places that have keep us innocent but the way you taught me to just let it all go by. So we have learned to be as faithless, stand behind the bulletproof glass, exchanging our affections through a drawer. It was always horribly convenient and happening too fast. You Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1077857313700381952004-02-26T23:48:00.000-05:002004-02-26T23:51:21.233-05:00I swear, when I hear Waste of Paint by Bright Eyes all I hear is the echoes of Bob Dylan's Simple Twist of Fate.
Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1077079438720377582004-02-17T23:43:00.000-05:002004-02-17T23:46:34.436-05:00so my tongue is numb and my throat is sore.
and i feel like everything and nothing hsa changed so much.
on another note, !!!!!!!!
SATURDAY May 1
» the Pixies
» Radiohead
» Kraftwerk
» the (International) Noise Conspiracy
» Sahara Hotnights
» the Sleepy Jackson
» LCD Soundsystem
SUNDAY May 2
» the Cure
» the Thrills
» Broken Social Scene
» Electric 6
» Prefuse 73
» Sidestepper
» the Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1076995652315683592004-02-17T00:27:00.000-05:002004-02-17T00:30:06.810-05:00wait, they don't love you like i love you...
i'm addicted to this song.
reading my archives of this website make me really think maybe i should have never stopped posting in here.
i always write more, and more frankly in here than i ever do in my livejournal.
but there i go.
writing entries spaced weeks apart in here, writing daily, sometimes more than once a day, in my livejournal.
so my Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1075670280514200432004-02-01T16:18:00.000-05:002004-02-01T16:20:14.763-05:00holy crap could it be any nicer outside?
it's occured to me i haven't written in this in some time.
i just tried to catch the 3:40 bus to go to the library and study and work on my history project, but of course it had to come early. 3:40 my ass. it was 3:30 when it drove by.
here are some pictures
every vegetarian's dream pizza
WHAT THE HELL IS Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1075271136983527262004-01-28T01:25:00.000-05:002004-01-28T01:27:45.030-05:00sorry.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1074574455024873322004-01-19T23:54:00.000-05:002004-01-19T23:56:12.030-05:00i'm posting this again in livejournal when it's up and running:
teresa browsing
here are all of your books, dahling!
these heavy books shall call me to tumble!
the sunlight beckons me!
oh the human stain. how gross, yet well written are you.
whyever is there no one here?
i shall take this opportunity to take pictures of myself reading, AND the books I'm reading!
ANGRY Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1074491881101997402004-01-19T00:58:00.000-05:002004-01-19T00:59:57.590-05:004 month ago Nostalgia in Photo form:
why does tristana look so wierd in this picture?
oh clue at 3 in the morning.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1074397040493443762004-01-17T22:37:00.000-05:002004-01-17T22:39:15.030-05:00Ok this is a little strange.
Every once in a while, I check my junk mail for shits and giggles instead of deleting them right away.
In this case, I opened the following one:
Dear Friend,
I pray God Almight this message reaches you in wonderful spirit. How are
you and your family.
I am Mrs.jessica E.Savimbi , from Angola.l got your contact and profle W.W.W and coupled with the information i Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1074281725992220712004-01-16T14:35:00.000-05:002004-01-16T14:37:18.780-05:00i'm looking forward to tonight/this weekend.
i've been cleaning my room for the past hour or so.
i actually slept last night, which was nice.
with my roommate gone, it sucked because i could have stayed up without constantly worrying about waking her up, but my body was begging for sleep. so for once i gave in.
everytime i'm even remotely sad, i realize that nearly all the music i listen to Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1074012825042305732004-01-13T11:53:00.000-05:002004-01-13T11:55:34.293-05:00I think it'd be better for the both of us, (both of us being me, the writer, and you, the reader) if i didn't write for a little while. A few days maybe, a few weeks.
I was right to be afraid of how happy I was.
That said, I could be sadder.
I'm fine really.
Happy in certain regards.
This weekend is going to be good.
Friday, Jam for Bam, Saturday, Jasmine and my mom come to visit, Saturday Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1073954037060913672004-01-12T19:33:00.000-05:002004-01-12T19:35:44.903-05:00I'd like to introduce you to the self-documentation of julia's 'social awareness,' circa winter 2002-winter 2004
I have to read No Logo for politics class.
Reading it makes me very nostalgic.
It reminds me of when I first started getting into... non-mainstream culture.
When I stopped listening to the radio and started listening to music that I liked hearing, not music that I just heard.
When I Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1073885988603037412004-01-12T00:39:00.000-05:002004-01-12T00:42:20.310-05:00a dramatic photo story, the demise of julia's favorite, most comfortable pants. [for konrad]
while sitting in justyne's room, the phone rings. julia, being the nice girl she is, gets up to get the phone. while doing so, she hears a large RIIIIIIP noise.
much to julia's dismay, there is now a large tear on the ass of her favorite pants.
justyne, aka NO ASS, starts laughing hysterically Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1073626195967436412004-01-09T00:29:00.000-05:002004-01-09T00:31:38.873-05:00I'm scared at how happy I am.
I can't remember being this happy for as long as I've been happy right now.
Sure, I guess people generally see me as a happy person, but it's rare that I truly feel happy.
And I'm scaring myself.
[shake it, shake it, shake shake shake it shake it like a polaroid picture]Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1073250340613846092004-01-04T16:05:00.000-05:002004-01-04T16:07:18.060-05:00I'm back, and so is most of my floor.
Feels like I haven't even left.
Rumour has it that my roommate isn't coming back until Wednesday.
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The song Young Offenders by the Constantines makes me dance like a fool.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1073192511674823452004-01-04T00:01:00.000-05:002004-01-04T00:03:28.293-05:00
cleo is such a suck.
awwwwwwww alex and her big puppy dog
cleo: "felines.... friend? or foe?"
sweets. such a wide-eyed freak cat.
obviously i'm in love with this cat.
my eyes are so creeeepy!
looooook he's hugging my arm!
the ever popular abandonned barn... i wish i could actually take pictures that would do this barn justice. instead here are some crappy pictures i took anyway. Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1072911842494333732003-12-31T18:04:00.000-05:002003-12-31T18:05:34.810-05:00she don't know why she got all dolled up for a suicide says:
i don't get the 'urge' with the family haha
julia says:
hahaha
julia says:
the 'urge' eh?
she don't know why she got all dolled up for a suicide says:
ew that sounds SO DIRTY!!
julia says:
i know!
oh new year's eve. how boring you will be.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1072763286104471282003-12-30T00:48:00.000-05:002003-12-30T00:49:35.560-05:00I, like most people, am not espescially fond of junk mail.
I'm well aware that my penis is too small and does not satisfy my lover.
I'm also well aware that if I feel tired or sad, there are more than a dozen prescription drugs to make me happy.
But this... this I wasn't aware of.
From : rasheeda talbert
Reply-To : "rasheeda talbert"
Sent : December 30, 2003 8:13:35 PM
To : julia_cleo@Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1072551397648572732003-12-27T13:56:00.000-05:002003-12-27T14:01:57.373-05:00yay, my digital camera is now functioning. here are crappy random pictures i've taken since... yesterday.
wrapped in white sheets, like an angel from a bedtime story...
my books! yay.
oh how i love audrey hepburn.
the sky was way prettier if you saw it for yourself.
best. meal. ever. aaaaaaaaaaaah.
zach should be here any second now, YAY THRIFT WHORES!!!Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1072511170634825382003-12-27T02:46:00.000-05:002003-12-27T02:47:36.436-05:00drink up, baby, stay up all night
the things you could do, you won't but you might
the potential you'll be that you'll never see
the promises you'll only make
drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days
do what i say and i'll make you okay and drive them away
the images stuck in your head
people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won'tJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1072424499017431782003-12-26T02:41:00.000-05:002003-12-26T02:43:03.390-05:00I'm a little better now.
For once, I feel as if my birthday is more important than Christmas this year.
I'm definitely thinking it's because of the lack of snow.
If you're reading this, come over to my house tomorrow.
Whenever you want.
Because it's my birthday.
Oh yes, and the greatest birthday discovery is this:
If you listen to the White Album by the Beatles, which is in my opinion their Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1072288090363301522003-12-24T12:48:00.000-05:002003-12-24T12:49:32.560-05:00Still sick.
On Christmas Eve.
This is a lot of fun.
This year, Christmas seems so... not here.
Maybe it's because I didn't decorate the tree, or watch TV, all the usual things I do. Maybe it's because I only took one trip to the mall and got all my Christmas shopping done in one shot...
It could be a lot of things.
I realized how few gifts I purchased this Christmas.
Being a student and all, Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1072152888649911382003-12-22T23:14:00.000-05:002003-12-22T23:16:09.310-05:00Who knows what the want?
Who knows what they need?
Who has all the answers?
No one.
And I guess that's what's so great about life; there is no one answer to all your problems, no one solution you can find in some magical place. We constantly see people asking what the meaning of life is, in movies, in books, in conversations with strangers or friends. No matter how many times we ask what it all Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1072137555732139182003-12-22T18:59:00.000-05:002003-12-22T19:00:35.513-05:00I'm sick.
And whinny.
Much like my last entry.
I couldn't fall asleep until about 4 last night.
I had fun last night.
Now i'm sick.
So now I'm not having fun.
I got a package in the mail today. It was so very exciting.
My dad's kicking me off.
I'll write more later.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1071965165577628782003-12-20T19:06:00.000-05:002003-12-20T19:07:23.496-05:00I'm bored.
I hate TV.
I hate being this angry and annoyed.
I can't wait until tomorrow.
Last night was so fun too.
But why am I so pissed off right now?
Oh yeah, TV.
And this:
The Feeling You Give Me Is Like A Lightning Bolt In My Heart says:
Were you there when aaron played sic transit?
the moon says:
yeah, sadly.
The Feeling You Give Me Is Like A Lightning Bolt In My Heart says:
That was Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1071805553632150152003-12-18T22:45:00.000-05:002003-12-18T22:47:08.810-05:00Liars
w/Young People
March 17th, 2004
Lee's Palace
$12 adv. Rotate This, Soundscapes, CD Replay, Horseshoe
9pm 19+
On sale Dec. 18th, 2003
yes, please.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1071636166092614012003-12-16T23:42:00.000-05:002003-12-16T23:43:58.436-05:00Commie Ursula + FSB Zacho + Amazing Sunglasses + Cotton Candy + Big Leg Small Leg = Best night in weeks.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1071612630218532332003-12-16T17:10:00.000-05:002003-12-16T17:11:42.653-05:00I'M HOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!
such a fun day.
i love my parents, they are hysterical.
i love jasmine.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1071425864657873352003-12-14T13:17:00.000-05:002003-12-14T13:18:54.140-05:00One. Last. Exam.
I'm finding it soooooo unbearably hard to sit down and study for this.
There's not much I can do.
I stayed up until about 4 in the morning talking to Sacha.
Yeah, I'm stupid.
It was really interesting though.
He forced a lot out of me, which... I guess needed to be said anyway.
I decided I really don't need a boyfriend, I just need a nice bag of warm fluid to hug at night.
I Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1071124051305078642003-12-11T01:27:00.000-05:002003-12-11T01:28:36.046-05:00oh Waking Life, how amazing are you?Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-10711129639290552003-12-10T22:22:00.000-05:002003-12-10T22:23:48.576-05:004 exams down, 1 to go.
And four whole days until I have it.
So I wanted, and intended to go see Sylvia tonight at Cinema 379, but the freaking bus never came and by the time i was a quarter of the way there, walking, it was 7 o clock, so i decided to just walk for the sake of walking.
It was so nice outside.
...there's no need to focus when there's nothing worth seeing...
I learned how to Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070927812959038212003-12-08T18:56:00.000-05:002003-12-08T18:57:54.310-05:00While putting off studying for politics and sociology as much as humanly possible, i clicked on the links on the hotmail login site. i always regret when I do, but i did anyway.
Anyway, for once instead of getting my information on the Iraq situation from an alternative media source, I read this. At the bottom of this page, there is a link for this video game.
Bent on humankind's extermination,Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070912019141839682003-12-08T14:33:00.000-05:002003-12-08T14:34:40.560-05:00Ah.
So drowsy.
Just woke up from my nap in Teresa's room.
Falling asleep to the line "I hope that you have sweet dreams" is too wierd.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070900586158046922003-12-08T11:23:00.000-05:002003-12-08T11:26:34.390-05:00Oh man, Steph, why oh WHY did I click on that link for awful plastic surgery?
http://www.awfulplasticsurgery.com/archives/000351.html
http://www.awfulplasticsurgery.com/don_johnson.htm
SCARRED FOR LIFE.
That site is enough to turn ANYONE off of the idea of plastic surgery.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070897192939277542003-12-08T10:26:00.000-05:002003-12-08T10:27:36.250-05:00Best exam ever.
I'm so tired.
I'm going to fall asleep listening to Medeski, Martin and Wood.
Yay.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070863332285260692003-12-08T01:02:00.000-05:002003-12-08T01:03:13.403-05:00starting to freak...Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070859558444334382003-12-07T23:59:00.000-05:002003-12-08T00:00:18.686-05:00I should be freaking out since I'm writing an exam in 8 hours... but I'm not.
Women's Studies shall rock.
Politics, Sociology and Philosophy, on the other hand...Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070859202335724032003-12-07T23:53:00.000-05:002003-12-07T23:54:22.670-05:00I hate Kazaa.
Blogger wasn't working earlier today.
My plan of waking up early and being tired right about now has not worked.
Here's a post I wrote in notepad that I told myself I'd post in here once Blogger started working again:
4:09 pm
Since I can’t log into to blogger, I’m just writing this anyway... maybe I should post in my livejournal, but I've been doing that excessively so, so yes.
Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070694463593916482003-12-06T02:07:00.000-05:002003-12-06T02:08:42.076-05:00
I miss Cleo.
I miss Jasmine.
I miss Jasmine and Cleo.
I miss my mommy.
That's a wierd picture.
I miss my mother's depictions of me.
I miss my dad.
I miss my parents playing board games.
I miss grabbing Justyne's ass in pictures.
I miss my dad laughing at me grabbing Justyne's ass in pictures.
If you're not in one of these pictures, you are not worthy of me missing you.
JUST Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070677046582797532003-12-05T21:17:00.000-05:002003-12-05T21:18:24.670-05:00I'd really like to know what happens to the blog posts that say they are being saved, when really, they are lost.
They are floating in infinite space!!
So Teresa just left.
My last entry was entirely devoted to her.
But it was eaten by blogger.
So now you guys know that much less about Teresa.
It's a pity, I know.
Everyone has their English exam tomorrow.
Teresa and I studied and made an Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070608121579978492003-12-05T02:08:00.000-05:002003-12-05T02:09:38.746-05:002 in the morning
missing Jasmine
learning how to play depressing Beck songs
writing incoherent emails
writing incoherent songs
realizing the line btw being asleep and being awake is become more and more blurred
realizing i haven't been to bed before 2 in... months?
Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070604509239766572003-12-05T01:08:00.000-05:002003-12-05T01:09:55.420-05:00My long johns aren't very comfortable.
SOMEONE ATE ALL THE FREAKEN MARSHMALLOWS IN MY LUCKY CHARMS!!! damn you!!!!
And I have no soy milk left.
Normal milk tastes like water to me now.
No thank you.
I tried to clarify things with my roommate.
Things were clarified.
She was upset because Selena, a friend of hers, wouldn't stand by the piano with her if she played.
See... I know I complain a lot,Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070582309042748352003-12-04T18:58:00.000-05:002003-12-04T18:59:25.140-05:00I guess the verdict is in... I'll be keeping this website.
And hopefully a new commenting system new enough.
I just got the impression no one really read this anymore, and I don't mind writing in both this and my livejournal.
I am feeling really... strange.
We had a good dinner tonight. Maybe that's why I feel so strange... the food I ate isn't making me feel as if I should be expelling it fromJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070503589926864722003-12-03T21:06:00.000-05:002003-12-03T21:07:25.546-05:00I get 5 comments for every entry on livejournal, but none on blogger.
This leads me to believe I should stop writing in this alltogether.
What is the verdict my friends?Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070420834227021302003-12-02T22:07:00.000-05:002003-12-02T22:08:08.623-05:00My roomate is sick and 10 times more annoying than usual! YAY!
Have you ever had the same picture of you taken twice?
I was looking for pictures to make new livejournal icons with, and this is what i found:
June 2003
November 2003
December 2002
July 2003
Passenger seat of Jen's car on the way to Belleville at night, from January 2003 to August 2003
Oh Laurie.
I miss our expeditions Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070385286699075902003-12-02T12:14:00.000-05:002003-12-02T12:15:40.450-05:00According to my neighbour, I'm an nay-saying liberal anarchist hippie who doesn't act on my ideals.
Word of advice: Don't get into huge arguments during lunch, simply because you choose to drink soy milk, yet still eat dairy products, espescially with a farmer.
Dan today at lunch tells me that ideals mean nothing unless you act on them.
I argue that if everyone acted on their ideals, we'd have Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070339133227826672003-12-01T23:25:00.000-05:002003-12-01T23:26:26.186-05:00am i afraid she won't like me?
no, i could handle that.
am i afraid of rejection?
no, embarrassment fades, i've suffered worse.
am i concerned she won't live up to my hopes?
i'm an optimist.
it's some combination of every reason to not try. it's that she might have a boyfriend. it's that girls "like that" don't like me. it's that she barely knows who i am. it's that my hair looks stupid. Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070290912784353362003-12-01T10:01:00.000-05:002003-12-01T10:02:45.246-05:00A half hour till I take the bus to class! Yay for being on time on a Monday! Such a rareity!
I only slightly mentioned this in my livejournal, so I thought I'd elaborate here.
On Saturday night, Sacha told me he liked me.
He had tried to before when he was drunk, but I told him to talk to me when he was sober.
It took him two weeks, but he did it.
We were sitting in the Atrium, and I had turnedJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070229764732034792003-11-30T17:02:00.000-05:002003-11-30T17:03:36.263-05:00I started posting in my livejournal...
I don't think I'll be stopping blogging anytime soon, though.
I'm too attached.
Teresa is now in her wonderous new room.
I helped her redecorate with Mackenzie.
Fun times were had by all.
Thanks to Teresa, I've discovered Red House Painters.
I've already tried to learn Have You Forgotten already. Such a beautiful song.
Sometimes it's scary to think that Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070164633983591862003-11-29T22:57:00.000-05:002003-11-29T22:58:04.576-05:00An hour and a half later, and I'm right where I started.
Fraser was just throwing snowballs at our window.
Now we're going to have a snowball fight, even though I know I will die.Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070159070833330722003-11-29T21:24:00.000-05:002003-11-29T21:25:21.060-05:00I wish I were doing something right now.
But instead, I just finished watching Ace Ventura, Pet Detective in Sacha and Kelcey's room.
And now I'm wondering what to do.
So of course, naturally, I turn to my computer screen.
Last night was so very very fun.
Justyne was really entertaining.
The Unicorns were awesome, they played all my favorites, including the wonderous Jellybones.
The wonderful Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070063516742895762003-11-28T18:51:00.000-05:002003-11-28T18:52:45.076-05:00Justyne and I are leaving shortly to see The Unicorns and Hot Hot Heat.
Teresa won't let me use her camera, but it's being tempermental as well. No pictures for me.
I am wearing pink polka dotted leg warmers, a blue polka dot skirt with lace trim, pants with a deer on the knee, and a shirt with a deer on the boob.
I think I rock.
I think the Unicorns shall rock.
OH!
I have two stories Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611559.post-1070046448421997972003-11-28T14:07:00.000-05:002003-11-28T14:08:17.076-05:00LAST NIGHT WAS SO MUCH FUN.
i am so deaf.
My roommate is still sleeping.
I'm listenign to Sigur Ros whether she likes it or not.
I went to bed way later than she did so she can survive.
Cuff the Duke totally surpassed my expectations.
They had some very country jamboree style songs, but they were SO fun to dance around to, but then they had some crazy Godspeed You! Black Emperor style songs Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04619729941115930692noreply@blogger.com