tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54113862011-04-21T21:26:41.782-04:00Your Next Bold MoveIt impossible to please everyone, so please yourself first.juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comBlogger1561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1098926713315493492004-10-27T21:23:00.000-04:002004-10-27T21:25:13.316-04:00great i have cancer in my arm pit
and you'd find it hard to take seriously
what a way to go
dying from an ailment of the arm pitjuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1071516235027114312003-12-15T14:23:00.000-05:002003-12-15T14:24:45.466-05:00i have abandoned blogger for livejournal -
www.livejournal.com/users/evolvemyway/juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1071513385776364472003-12-15T13:36:00.000-05:002003-12-15T13:37:16.153-05:00completely content
with a rock in my shoe
completely catharticjuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1071469332036922942003-12-15T01:22:00.000-05:002003-12-15T01:23:02.046-05:00in a perfect world
you wouldn't hurt
and this would be easy.
there would be a light
at the tunnel to the right
and you could say
FUCK YOU
and be happy again
but you don't have hate in you
you are to strong to hate
you are to good to hate
you are to perfect
for this imperfect world
but he -
he is the opposite of what we fight for
he is the reason to burn the doll house
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1071467955698080032003-12-15T00:59:00.000-05:002003-12-15T01:00:05.920-05:00i am tired
of waking
thinking
of you not thinking
of me.
i guess
i feel
if not you
then who?
i am holding on
to my
make believe reality,
comforting the loniness
the only way i can.juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1071368621582287202003-12-13T21:23:00.000-05:002003-12-13T21:24:30.420-05:00today i knew i was alive
when i heard the music in my head
match my heart beat
and then i saw youjuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1071259458664810702003-12-12T15:04:00.000-05:002003-12-12T15:05:06.436-05:00I guess I just love everything about you.juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1071205279265548662003-12-12T00:01:00.000-05:002003-12-12T00:02:06.450-05:00CIA 1nabee: it's alot nicer to not be pissed off at someone
PiecesOfJulia: yep
CIA 1nabee: so i've decided not to be
PiecesOfJulia: me too
CIA 1nabee: that's good
CIA 1nabee: we're funny people, us.
PiecesOfJulia: yes we are
CIA 1nabee: with all of the getting mad and forgiving people without them knowing it
PiecesOfJulia: that's us
CIA 1nabee: would that make us, say, "crazy"
PiecesOfJulia: no
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1071203402788508382003-12-11T23:30:00.000-05:002003-12-11T23:30:49.670-05:00my angry girl front is melting down
and on a more personal note
this might be life
and i think i like.
One thing I noticed about my poetry - it all seems incomplete and spacey. But I guess it matches my personality.
Sorry,
i can't sale my sass for sweetness.
why
would i want to?
i never liked being the floor mat.
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1071155763845109732003-12-11T10:16:00.000-05:002003-12-11T10:16:50.326-05:00Allison asked me if I am in love. Sadly, there is no one for me to be in love with but it is nice to be geniunely happy that you full people into thinking you are in love. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1071112606699761362003-12-10T22:16:00.000-05:002003-12-10T22:17:32.686-05:00GOD CREATED THE ATOMIC BOMB AND A BUNCH OF JAPANESE HAD TO DIE
PiecesOfJulia: hey
CNasRAR007: hey
CNasRAR007: what's up
PiecesOfJulia: nothing
PiecesOfJulia: just watched an episode of alias
PiecesOfJulia: with tater
CNasRAR007: cool
CNasRAR007: yeah, i'm writing my last paper of the term
CNasRAR007: and of course i've waited until the very last minute to do it
PiecesOfJulia: awesome!
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1070945520213830522003-12-08T23:52:00.000-05:002003-12-08T23:52:44.513-05:00borrowed purple polish
painted over cracked and crooked nails
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1070860760724271362003-12-08T00:19:00.000-05:002003-12-08T00:20:03.700-05:00I haven't eaten anything in 3 days and I think that the flu has progressed to pneumonia.
I feel a top ten list coming on and because I am tired I am shortening it to top 5.
Things I Will Miss About Sam:
5 - her dishes, dvd player, tv, pots and pans, basically all of the furniture in our house
4 - buying me oj and soup when I am sick
3 - walking in my room early in the morning to potty and juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1070860235061466332003-12-08T00:10:00.000-05:002003-12-08T00:11:18.153-05:00Why do I have to be so weird?juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1070380659525626322003-12-02T10:57:00.000-05:002003-12-02T10:58:16.560-05:00It is beautiful outside and I am happy to feel the way I feel. Geniune happiness!
It is the beating drums
in folk songs
strumming
sweetness
breathing through me. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1070258263488150712003-12-01T00:57:00.000-05:002003-12-01T00:58:19.090-05:00i am freaking out. it is one oclock in the morning, my paper isn't due until wednesday and i am freaking out. i think that my gpa is really going to drop and i am scared. i have to have a 3.0 to stay here and i don't want to disappoint my parents. oh god! i can't study. it isn't that i don't try because i do. i sit infront of my books for hours but i don't retain any information. i don't juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1070209575875273352003-11-30T11:26:00.000-05:002003-11-30T11:26:51.483-05:00The day is beautiful
And so are you
My car is ugly, but then...
I'm ugly too
I know you'd never give me a second glance
But when the weather's nice, all the other guys
Don't stand a chance
I know Professor Blumen
Makes you feel like a woman
But when the wind is in your hair
You laugh like a little girl
So you share secrets with Lou
But we've got secrets, too
Well, one: I only keep this heap for juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1070150315801187902003-11-29T18:58:00.000-05:002003-11-29T19:05:28.543-05:00It started snowing while I was driving down Bardstown Road and I started eveningdreaming. Lets. . . just for a few minutes. . . imagine that. . . I have a boyfriend and we walk hand and hand down a snowy street towards our apartment in the heart of Chicago. Bundled in warm coats our cheeks begin to rose and we hurry to the warmth of our bed, where we snuggle for hours. It is Thanksgiving, andjuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1069968502227423702003-11-27T16:28:00.000-05:002003-11-27T16:28:55.043-05:00Happy Thanksgiving? It doesn't feel like a holiday. I guess that is what happens when you grow up. I went to my Aunt Carol and Uncle Dave's for lunch and it was interesting. My grandfather spent the entire time spewing out information about his wedding to the little women. Barf. While my father was at home taking care of my sick mother. She had her gallblader removed and she isn't juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1069541334716605472003-11-22T17:48:00.000-05:002003-11-22T17:49:22.186-05:00I spend to much money, but I have fun while I do it!
Last night Sam and I went to Lexington and sourily shopped. Shopping is completely depressing which only causes you to purchase more shit then you really need. But the pants I bought are completely comfortable and they were on sale so it makes it so much better.
I am having an extremely relaxing weekend. I haven't gotten much work done juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1069297349598219182003-11-19T22:02:00.000-05:002003-11-19T22:02:54.920-05:00I am having one of those, I need to get rid of all the negative energy moments. I want to burn something! I think that might work.
I have decided to become an intellectual hermit. This sounds like a good plan. I will stay in and read and do homework and enjoy my own company because after all I will be stuck with myself for the rest of my life and I need to learn how to enjoy my own company.juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1069203782323084412003-11-18T20:03:00.000-05:002003-11-18T20:03:26.576-05:00I disected a frog today. Well, I watched my lab partner disect a frog. I am disgusted.
Any way, I am reading Bridget Jone's Diary when I should be studying! I love this book!juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1069008458085109892003-11-16T13:47:00.000-05:002003-11-16T13:47:59.606-05:00I had an amazing weekend. It has been refreshing, though I didn't get the work done that I wanted to. I love my friends, my real friends! There is nothing like spending time with the people that you know care.
I have decided that I am going to be a responsible college student and from now until Christmas I will actually do the work that is assigned to me. I'll let ya know how that goes.
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1068830367819391352003-11-14T12:19:00.000-05:002003-11-14T12:20:57.326-05:00I have been sitting infront of my computer for the past half hour listening to Billy Joel, making an email directory for The Cocoanuts and thinking. Thinking whether or not I should get up and clean my room, which I completely destroyed while studying for a biology test.
I am busy and I don't think I will have time to rest until Christmas. But then again I am a procrastinator so I probably juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1068827885809831322003-11-14T11:38:00.000-05:002003-11-14T11:38:25.340-05:00I absolutely despise biology! I had a test this morning and I really didn't care. I have to do well on the paper and the final to get like a B-. Oh, why do I procrastinate! juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1068759236039239572003-11-13T16:33:00.000-05:002003-11-13T16:34:14.873-05:00Let me paint you a picture of how I felt:
Dark blues, shades of black, dingy browns - swirled together forming a mass of complete dispare. In the centre of this mass, sat a lone, a little girl, holding her knees, crying and scared. Messy hair, dirty clothes, straight faced. Hopeless.
Things are different now, things are better. My wounds are still open but they are on the mend and I am juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1068672356507481162003-11-12T16:25:00.000-05:002003-11-12T16:25:53.730-05:00I have lost complete respect for someone that I used to hold high. All the advice that you once gave me has become complete shit. You arrogant bastard! juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1068672268202131212003-11-12T16:24:00.000-05:002003-11-12T16:24:25.450-05:00It is raining and I am still happy.
I am trying to decide whether or not I want to auditions for The Vagina Monologues. I think that I will. Time is my major issue.
Here is my schedule for spring semister:
Foundations II
Playwrighting
World History II
17th and 18th Century Philosophy
I am so tired and I am debating whether or not I should take another nap, that would be two in one day. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1068588071700809172003-11-11T17:01:00.000-05:002003-11-11T17:01:09.400-05:00I really feel like I am headed in the right direction. Things are looking up, I am looking up. Slowly but surely.
This weekend I am going to see The Lion King with Meg. I have wanted to see it since it premired on Broadway.
I got a great part in a great play and I can hardly wait until we start rehearsal. I really wanted this part and I can not believe that I got it! The play (The Yellow juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1068511796963360172003-11-10T19:49:00.000-05:002003-11-10T19:49:54.130-05:00here's to sudden realizations
from one moment to the next
your perceptions - not my reality
i am lost, undeniably,
somewhere
between face and mask
but that blackhole
will soon be filled with my own happiness!juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1068186263072187922003-11-07T01:24:00.000-05:002003-11-07T01:24:21.106-05:00I think I am going to get on the sick list tomorrow. I am not feeling so well, maybe I am just tired. Overwhelmed! Robitussin is my new best friend! juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1067490578863617122003-10-30T00:09:00.000-05:002003-10-30T00:09:33.886-05:00is happiness something you earn? is it something that you have to fight for? where does it hide? i am running out of places to look.
give me something to think about. something to care about. something to live for.
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not everything i do is perfect, so there is no need to use juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1067455798054161862003-10-29T14:29:00.000-05:002003-10-29T14:29:57.083-05:0048 - the number of person pronouns in my last entry. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1067404049462744032003-10-29T00:07:00.000-05:002003-10-29T00:07:28.916-05:00i am feeling it. . .that pit in my stomach that houses every emotion is brewing. there is too much going on for me to distinguish how to feel, how to respond. when someone asks me how i am, what should i say? "oh, i am fine, how are you" or "i don't know how i am, check back when i figure it out for myself".
why is everything about the way i feel, why is everything about me. but what else juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1067213328707481522003-10-26T19:08:00.000-05:002003-10-26T19:08:48.390-05:00four days of nothing
but nothing is always something
shopping
conversing
bored channel surfing
Fall break, uneventful but exactly what I needed.
It was nice to be home, to be with my family and in the city that I grew up in.
Ear X Tacy, Smoothie King, Old Navy, Target - how I have missed thee. I spent entirely too much money, but it was all worth it.
It is good to be back at Centre. I feeljuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1066464069638808652003-10-18T04:01:00.000-04:002003-10-18T04:01:09.766-04:00i have taken on to much again and that hollow pit in my stomach has returned. i can't find the right words to explain myself but i shall try. i am tired. i am lonely. i am confused. i am fustrated. i am misunderstood. i am angry. i am selfish. i am searching.
i have so much on my plate, things that i know don't need to be there. why can't i say no. i need to say no. no, i don't want juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1066463452782285862003-10-18T03:50:00.000-04:002003-10-18T03:50:52.196-04:00it's late at night
when i start thinking
that it might be nice to drive
on the wrong side
of the road
to spin out of control
because i am cold
and as you would say
lonely
and i don't know how to make it better
frozen tears line
the curves of my cheeks
and the music
in my head produces the beat
that plays out the story of my life
lost love, never loved
heart to heart
go to hell
i gave to juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1065996535809491942003-10-12T18:08:00.000-04:002003-10-12T18:08:55.836-04:00I am tired of being angry and unhappy. I am tired of being sad. I realized today how depressed I really am when I layed in my bed wide awake for an hour trying to convince myself to get up. Change has got to be made.
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1065942123369559442003-10-12T03:02:00.000-04:002003-10-12T03:02:03.490-04:00bitter girl
how much longer am i going to feel this way
wanting what i can't have
it is too much
but i am addicted to this hurt
b/c when it is good it is good
and if by burning your picture
i could burn you
you know i would
but i don't have the heart
i am not that dead inside
just a little shaky
a little unhealed
lingering
stories of what was
i wish they would disappear
but it was never real
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1065768136425903992003-10-10T02:42:00.000-04:002003-10-10T02:42:16.170-04:00i feel like i care to much about the wrong person and that this cycle is never going to end
with out you i would be miserable
but with you i am
GOD DAMN IT . . . why the fuck is everything so screwed up.juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1065742963671913432003-10-09T19:42:00.000-04:002003-10-09T19:42:43.226-04:00i am just repeating what i have already heard
i am just regurgating every single word
there is no meaning behind my deep glances
i am just a combination of external chances
at least, so you say
and these words that you think blow me away
shake me - but i am still standing
there's turbulance but i've come in for the landing
two feet on the ground and my heart from my sleeve
i am not morning myjuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1065728207524557852003-10-09T15:36:00.000-04:002003-10-09T15:36:47.130-04:00"Paper Bag"
I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1065635760879261572003-10-08T13:56:00.000-04:002003-10-08T13:56:00.196-04:00when my windows open
and the sun filters through the blinds
and the air is breathable
and the shadows are happy
i know that everything is going to be finejuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1065306269584287022003-10-04T18:24:00.000-04:002003-10-04T18:24:29.490-04:00my life
is fragile
just like my feelings
and if you push me
i will bend
so i'll take my sensitivity
and hide it under my bed
conceal from you
everything
that i once thought or said
I live lies
and you
are my dreams
and when you watch me
do you wonder why
Cause when I watch you
i feel i know you
and that
is all I am asking for
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1064803220578422312003-09-28T22:40:00.000-04:002003-09-28T22:40:20.156-04:00i hate that things have changed
i hate that you don't care
i hate your attention starved attitude
i wish you would fucking get over yourself
all i want to say is fuck you
and i mean it
fuck you
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1064642002363999192003-09-27T01:53:00.000-04:002003-09-27T01:53:21.753-04:00Tonight, I watched a movie with Katie, Caitlin, LA, and Chelsea. Then I went to the houses and danced sober, then I went to Fox to hang out with the drama crowd. Where did I feel most comfortable? Where did I feel like the people cared? It sure as hell wasn't the drama crowd. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1064470170250578182003-09-25T02:09:00.000-04:002003-09-25T02:09:30.310-04:00I HATE THE DRAMA PROGRAM. Sometimes they really make me feel like a complete idiot. Maybe I do that to myself. I often consider changing majors, but what would I do. I don't know. I feel really stuck and lost. But who doesn't.juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1064375192975849242003-09-23T23:46:00.000-04:002003-09-23T23:46:32.630-04:00It is days like today that make you realize that you are alive. Though, everything has gone completely wrong, in some strange way it has made me feel. Something that I need to do every now and then.
Where am I right now? I am lost. But it is okay, because finding myself again (maybe even for the first time) is difficult but reassuring. I have been sad. Sad for 5 months and I have been juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1064183729707668762003-09-21T18:35:00.000-04:002003-09-21T18:35:29.376-04:00IF ONE MORE PERSON CALLS ME "KID" OR "KIDDO" I AM GOING TO SCREAM!juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1064175936200143752003-09-21T16:25:00.000-04:002003-09-21T16:25:36.006-04:00CHELSEA AND BEN
Zythe84 (4:21:53 PM): hey
CNasRAR007 (4:22:18 PM): hey, i'm sorry i didn't say happy birthday to you yesterday
CNasRAR007 (4:22:30 PM): i really meant to
Zythe84 (4:22:32 PM): you did
CNasRAR007 (4:22:36 PM): oops
CNasRAR007 (4:22:42 PM): forgot about that
Zythe84 (4:22:45 PM): hehe
Zythe84 (4:22:52 PM): well i gtg to some homework
CNasRAR007 (4:22:53 PM): alcohol tends to impairjuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1064170152771789422003-09-21T14:49:00.000-04:002003-09-21T14:49:12.233-04:00Last night has made me realize a lot of things. I hate being analytical and I hate being sad but I am and I have been for a while. It is time to fix myself. I just don't know how. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1064128928438361862003-09-21T03:22:00.000-04:002003-09-21T03:22:08.263-04:00If I were just myself and not trying to be someone else, things would be better.juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1064041975434506532003-09-20T03:12:00.000-04:002003-09-20T03:12:55.400-04:00I haven't been up to much lately. Just running and school work. Oh and like 15 other things at the same time.
Right now I feel like shit. I hate feeling this way but it always happens when I let myself become emotion.
I smell like smoke. I hate smelling like smoke. Smoke is bad.
Tomorrow is Air Guitar and I don't know if I am going. I want to see Strother in a pirate suit though. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1063547364084194042003-09-14T09:49:00.000-04:002003-09-14T09:50:55.183-04:00I had a great time last night! It was A-W-E-S-O-M-E! I hung with my second yerkes girls which was like old times. We had such a great hall. We were all so different but we all supported each other and loved each other. It was a net to catch you when you would fall and that is the only thing I miss about Centre from last year. I miss living with my girls.
Anyway, Kate and I shook our "juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1063438607666581342003-09-13T03:36:00.000-04:002003-09-13T03:36:47.633-04:00I have noticed that lately I have been acting slightly strange since I have arrived. I have figure it out. I have a constant buzz. The house in which I live consistantly smells like pot and I am inhaling.
I have decided to set goals for myself this year. They are as followed:
*Focus on my school work.
*Figure out what the hell I want out of myself.
*LET GO. let go of particular people, juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1063113147325375032003-09-09T09:12:00.000-04:002003-09-09T09:12:27.360-04:00Class started yesterday and I love each and every class that I have. Especially biology. I know it sounds strange but I could sit and read that book for hours upon hours. I LOVE IT. I would totally be a biologist but I can not disect things. Ask Chelsea and she will be a witness for me. I love blood, I need blood, but I don't want to see blood. My aunt is a doctor and the Director of the juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1062984947494528642003-09-07T21:35:00.000-04:002003-09-07T21:35:47.480-04:00So, it has been a while.
I am back at Centre and it feels so good to be back with my Chica and Sam. Right at this very moment, I am hanging with them while they watch football and we eat pizza. GO OAKLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO ROMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alot as happened. I got drunk and said too much. TAG TEAMED AND HURT AND MENDED. Oblade oblada life juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1062314057935675052003-08-31T03:14:00.000-04:002003-08-31T03:14:17.990-04:00I thought that this day would never come. I thought that I would have virgin lips for the rest of my life. You know, kissing isn't as scary as I thought it would be. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1062093846588037582003-08-28T14:04:00.000-04:002003-08-28T14:04:06.600-04:00Everyone is going back to Centre and I want to go too. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1061916125166539632003-08-26T12:42:00.000-04:002003-08-26T12:42:05.250-04:00The Lord Of The Rings The Two Towers is out today and Chelsea and I are going to go buy it together. I am so freakin' excited. You have know idea.
So, about the boy. I bought him a gift. I was in the book and music exchange and I saw a book of Poe's short stories and I thought of him. So I bought it and am going to give it to him, but I am nervous about that. Do you all think that is dumb?juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-106175416296801482003-08-24T15:42:00.000-04:002003-08-24T15:42:42.870-04:00USA GYMNASTICS has just won the first ever team world gold medal. I love gymnastics.
Any, I went out with the boy and he likes me a lot and I don't know how I feel about this situation. Two weeks left here and I go back to school. The timing of the whole thing sucks. Plus, I just don't know how to react. I don't know what to do or how to do it and I keep telling myself to just let things juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1061558013441391302003-08-22T09:13:00.000-04:002003-08-22T09:13:33.490-04:00I apologize to all of my devoted readers, I would write more but I am going through a very introspective stage and do not feel like sharing any personal information. The normal melodramatic entries are sure to return to the site shortly. I shall leave you with a universal truth that I discovered while hiking to the top of a hill: Wind touches us all.
It is time for me to play with BARBIE'S. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1061400381056628102003-08-20T13:26:00.000-04:002003-08-20T13:26:21.076-04:00Life is good, but I am grounded yet again. I am taking it with a grain of salt. If my parents want to push me away, that is there loss. I can't live my life in their control any more and I refuse to let them hold me down. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060924041580425462003-08-15T01:07:00.000-04:002003-08-15T01:11:47.956-04:00I met a guy tonight. And he is one of the most amazing guys I have ever met in my entire life. He is a friend of an old friend. We were in a large group and for some reason the two of us immediately connected. We talked and walked for 5 hours in the middle of the fair grounds and it felt like it was just the two of us. He offered to walk me to my car and I ended up taking him home. We juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060865738383812592003-08-14T08:55:00.000-04:002003-08-14T09:01:37.050-04:00Indian and American scientists unearthed a new dinosaur species. Rajasaurus narmadensis was stocky and around 30 feet. The bones are 65 million years old. Isn't it amazing that in an age when we think we have discovered everything there is to discover, something new emerges to rewrite text books.
Anyway, Chelsea and I might go down to Centre next week to take care of business. I am excited!juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060781355866501012003-08-13T09:29:00.000-04:002003-08-13T09:34:03.783-04:00Kate, here are so more qoutes. Maybe they will inspire you to find a good hall theme.
I believe that luck is when preparation meets oppurtunity.
-britney murphy
What I have learned is that life is too short and movies are too long.
-denis leary
Summer isn't over until the school bell rings.
-nora roberts
Baseball it is said, is only a game. True. And the Grand Canyon is only a hole in juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060779112362429372003-08-13T08:51:00.000-04:002003-08-13T08:56:40.520-04:00I am suddenly the Smoothie Queen. I love them. They are so healthy and tastey, it has to be too good to be true.
I am feeling better and breathing out of my nose again, which is always a good thing. Cooper said, "I think it would be better if we just didn't have noses. Then they wouldn't run or get stopped up." I thought that was cute.
I went running last night and I did an 8 minute juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060707352419817122003-08-12T12:55:00.000-04:002003-08-12T12:55:52.426-04:00Four children today. Ages 6, 5, 4, and 3. Plus, I have a head cold and I can't move my neck to the left. Other than that I am perfectly fine. I am trying to force extra vitamins in and drink extra amounts of water.
Today, I am going to hang out with Danielle and I am really looking forward to seeing her. We had planned to spend a lot of time together this summer but for some reason or juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060646725660915342003-08-11T20:05:00.000-04:002003-08-11T20:07:51.520-04:00In 20 minutes I am going running with my life long friend Amanda and for some reason I feel like crying. Last night, the two of us, the same two girls who used to paint rocks and hide them in the government mailbox by her house, went shopping together. Then I read Dflo's journal. Amanda was my childhood, Amanda was my best friend and you know, she still is, and for some reason this makes me juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060537365910491672003-08-10T13:42:00.000-04:002003-08-10T13:42:45.836-04:00Kate called me this morning and we had the usual discussion about boys and school and how much we miss each other. And when I hung up with her I started to think about how much I have changed since the end of the school year and how much I have changed since the first day of my college career. I am a different person and I want different things. I hope that I am more mature and I hope that I juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060470803125251842003-08-09T19:13:00.000-04:002003-08-09T19:13:23.166-04:00I woke up early this morning and took care of some business (paying the ticket) and going to Target. It was nice to get up early and have a productive day, juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060400989315544132003-08-08T23:49:00.000-04:002003-08-08T23:49:49.163-04:00Maybe it is the movies I've been watching or maybe it is because I am home a lone, but all I want is to be held. I want to not want this. I want to not need anyone, but I guess it doesn't work that way. Do you ever stop, suddenly, in the most obscure places and realize that you are living? Today, I was shopping, and I looked around. It was like waking up and realizing what you thought was juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060370476310182252003-08-08T15:21:00.000-04:002003-08-08T15:21:16.330-04:00You know what really pisses me off? The Louisville Police Department! Two tickets in one summer. Someone please tell me how that is possible. Okay, so I speed sometimes. I have learnt my lesson NOW. But honestly, even the police speed. I however, must have the phrase CATCH ME, I AM A SPEEDER on the back of my car. Damn it to hell. This really pisses me off. And the officer was a juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060198813850444282003-08-06T15:40:00.000-04:002003-08-06T15:42:48.646-04:00I took Cooper and Ellie to see Freaky Friday this afternoon. It was a really good movie. I laughed and I seriously cried. Then on the way home we rocked out to Aerosmith's PINK (Ellie's favorite color). It was fun.
Now Cooper is lost in the world of his GAMEBOY and Ellie is napping. Peace is nice.
Dr. Phil is on. He reminds me of Sam, Leslie Anne, and Chelsea. Gosh, I miss you guys, juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060092489970509932003-08-05T10:08:00.000-04:002003-08-05T10:08:10.036-04:00My eye has been twitching for over an hour now and I don't know how to make it stop. Where is the potassim when you need it?
I really want to get a facial, manicure and pedicure. I have never had one before and I think that it would be really relaxing. I watch too many makeover shows.
This morning I ran on the treadmill for 22 minutes. I haven't run in a while and I am trying to get back juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1060004177161261232003-08-04T09:36:00.000-04:002003-08-04T09:36:17.190-04:00Two more weeks of babysitting and I can't wait. I really don't know how I am going to get through this next month. Everyday I think about going back to school. I guess I will try to focus on losing a little weight before school starts. One month. 31 days. I have the days marked on my calander. I am going to go back August 4th, they day after my brothers birthday. Urg. I am so bored here.juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1059624817962408352003-07-31T00:13:00.000-04:002003-07-31T00:13:37.963-04:00I hate that my mom makes me cry. I hate that I can't remember a time when she was happy. I hate that the only reason I know she was ever happy are the picture in the photo album taken when I was a baby.
I don't even know why she had me. I hate her. I hate her because she hurts me. Why? I don't want to be her. I don't want to be near her.
Tonight I wished that she would die tomorrow. Ijuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1059595024154271862003-07-30T15:57:00.000-04:002003-07-30T15:57:04.013-04:00I want to go back to school. I need to go back to school. Someone take me back to school. Help. Help. This is pathetic. Is there anyone out there?
This is the first time in my life that summer is too long.
Oh, yeah... the lifeguard at Cooper and Ellie's pool is going to Centre in the fall. And he is totally hot!!!juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1059524305520103432003-07-29T20:18:00.000-04:002003-07-29T20:18:25.573-04:00I had a great work out today. It is amazing how much better I feel about myself after exercising. I may not have the perfect body but it does a lot for me so taking care of it is the least I can do. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1059503282184217242003-07-29T14:28:00.000-04:002003-07-29T14:29:49.573-04:00It has been a while since my last entry. It isn't that I didn't attempt to write, I simply had nothing to say.
I have been really sluggish and tired for a week now. I don't know why. I don't feel good. It is as simple as that. I have no energy and nothing I do seems to help.
This past weekend I went to Lexington to visit Emily, Ian, and Allison. It was fun and entertianing, but I juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1059013590243348792003-07-23T22:26:00.000-04:002003-07-23T22:36:26.450-04:00Can you hear my heart beat?
Oh my gosh, I am such a girl!juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1059005206262186582003-07-23T20:06:00.000-04:002003-07-23T22:37:48.476-04:00I am a VH1 junkie. I will admit it, I am not ashamed. I really can't help it. I love to hear celebrities talk about other celebrities. I LOVE THE 80'S. . . VH1 200 Pop Culture Icon's. . . ext. There used to be the show called The List. That show rocked.
I am running again and I am really happy about that.
I love the 80's. I really do. I don't really like the fashion but I would love juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058722498072840742003-07-20T13:34:00.000-04:002003-07-20T13:35:50.886-04:00"Conjunction Junction what's your function."
Rockin the School House Rock!!!
I am really upset. I can't go running. My foot has been amputated. Well, it might as well be. I shouldn't say that, I am slightly injured due to the crap running shoes that I have but I am getting new ones. I feel horrible not running, I really really miss it. I guess I have to do pilates or tae bo or something juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058721672822060552003-07-20T13:21:00.000-04:002003-07-20T13:21:12.860-04:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATE
I declare July 20th an unofficial national holiday to be celebrated by all who know Kate Pieratt.
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058667079002167052003-07-19T22:11:00.000-04:002003-07-19T22:11:19.053-04:00It is Saturday night and here I sit infront of my computer getting entirely too personal with all who read this journal. Maybe I express how I feel too much. Is that possible? Is that wrong? I don't think so. Maybe I really need this outlet. A place to express how I feel. I tend to talk too much. I tend to cry too much. I tend to be negative too much. I tend to pretend to be happy too juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058592560001944042003-07-19T01:29:00.000-04:002003-07-19T01:29:19.970-04:00I am not 15 years old. I am not a child. I want truth. I am not a kid so stop calling me that. Why does everyone treat me like I am too innoscent to understand. I hate being called a kid and I hate being calle "cute". I am not "cute" and I am not a "kid" I am Julia and I wish people would see me for me. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058532980721630792003-07-18T08:56:00.000-04:002003-07-18T08:56:20.600-04:00I ran again yesterday and it seemed easier the second time around. I have been running since the first week of June and I finely feel good. My muscles are stronger and my body image is better. I may not physically look any better. But from the inside I look alright.
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058532763160130942003-07-18T08:52:00.000-04:002003-07-18T08:52:43.066-04:00Driving at night
Red and White
Light
Blends pink.
To and fro
circling
a sleeping city.
Going home?
Why?
Run Away?
Where?
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058408838221987492003-07-16T22:27:00.000-04:002003-07-16T22:27:18.286-04:00Message Left on Kate's Voice Mail From Me:
BEEP
(singing)
That was a very loud beep
I don't even know if this is working Kate
Kate are you there
Will you answer your phone
It's me
I'm calling to say I love you
And I'll miss you on your birthday
Chelsea and the Kids are here
Send their love
Oh, I hope you like the gift I gave you
Just don't leave it on dear
When you leave the house
Oh and juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058408345663618392003-07-16T22:19:00.000-04:002003-07-16T22:19:05.693-04:00Oh, what a beautiful evening. . . La La La
I can not believe it. I absolutely can not believe it. I ran the bottom loop of Iroqiuos Park (3.5 miles). I can not believe it. I thought I was going to die going up the last hill, I thought that the hill would never end. What goes up, most come down - but I thought that this hill was the one exception. Thanks to Brendan I didn't stop. He pattedjuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058294955793576042003-07-15T14:49:00.000-04:002003-07-15T14:49:15.703-04:00okay, I have a complaint.
I hate fake nails. I hate them. I think that they are so tacky and weird.
This compaint is also spawned from watching A Wedding Story.
Why do all of the brides get acrylic nails. No man is marrying you because of your nails. I understand clean, nicely manicured nails, but fake nails. That is like starting a new life in a lie.
******************************juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058294702404740722003-07-15T14:45:00.000-04:002003-07-15T14:45:02.336-04:00I am watching A Wedding Story on TLC. This show scares me. The fear comes from the fact that I may never get married. Society encourages women (and men) to marry and I have this strong feeling that I won't get married. That I will never find someone to fall in love with. And I don't even know if I want to get married. I have never seen a happy marriage or a marriage not dominated by a man.juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058208799445846792003-07-14T14:53:00.000-04:002003-07-14T14:56:21.043-04:00Today has been interesting. At 9:30 in the morning I lathered the sun screen on Cooper and Ellie and we went outside to set up their kiddy pool and play set. What an process. It took me an hour to figure that damn play set out. An Hour! It should not have taken that long but it did. Anyway, all is well with the world.
Today I have spent the majority of my time attempting to plan out the juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058149391152187462003-07-13T22:23:00.000-04:002003-07-13T22:23:11.166-04:00My room is a semi-disaster zone and for the first time in my life I don't want to reorganize it. I feel so unorganized and lost right at this moment. I don't know what to do, I want to do some many things, I want to be friends with so many people, I want to be so many things, I want to be anyone but who I am. juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058148647823666952003-07-13T22:10:00.000-04:002003-07-13T22:10:47.880-04:00I spent all day yesterday with my dad. We went running and to a play and to dinner together. It was so nice to spend time with him. I forget how much I love him sometimes.
juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1058041234523235432003-07-12T16:20:00.000-04:002003-07-12T16:20:34.690-04:00I am beginning to think that I get entirely too personal on this journal.
Anyway, I am going to go and run and listen to Joni.
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and
the first thing that I saw
Was the sun through yellow curtains, and
a rainbow on the wall
Blue, red, green and gold to welcome
you, crimson crystal beads to beckon
Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
There's a sun show juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1057893631524256622003-07-10T23:20:00.000-04:002003-07-10T23:20:31.576-04:00Okay, I just heard about another girl who's boyfriend just broke up with her because she wouldn't have sex with him. This really pisses me off. Obviously he is a prick and isn't worth the time of day for any girl. Sex is a choice and it changes relationships, and I really think that if someone isn't ready, then they aren't ready. It is so personal and intimate and scary and full of emotion, juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1057893289348507842003-07-10T23:14:00.000-04:002003-07-10T23:14:49.383-04:00I had a wonderful night.
I got off of work and went to Hawley-Cooke Booksellers for an hour. I read two short plays and started reading "Who's Afriad of Virginia Woolf". It was really peaceful and relaxing. Then I headed to Target where I purchased Thank You Cards for the wonderful friends that I have. I dropped by my cousins house unanounced and visited with her and her children for a fewjuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1057800347427077602003-07-09T21:25:00.000-04:002003-07-09T21:25:47.446-04:00I love baseball. I am suddenly a huge baseball fan. It is a very nostalgic sport - the popcorn, the people, the smell of the staduim. I am in love with baseball - well, I am a little concerned with the safety of the players and the fans. When the ball goes foul and into the stadium seats it can be very dangerous. I am going to a game tomorrow night with Chelsea for free which is a good thingjuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5411386.post-1057718062977084792003-07-08T22:34:00.000-04:002003-07-08T22:34:22.926-04:00Katie McBride was in Louisville this evening. Chelsea and I showed her around Bardstown Rd and took her to Third Avenue Café for dinner. It was like old times. The laughter died only when Katie drove away in her parents car back to the land of Owensboro (sp?). Katie and I were going to be roommates, but we both were offered better housing so we took it. I am sure that Katie and I would have juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323026686706751837noreply@blogger.com