Good Morning

So, technically it's morning. Right now it's 12:04. Ross isn't back online yet, even though he said he would. That was about 2 hours ago, so I've pretty much given up hope, which means I'll be going to bed soon. Ashley's birthday is coming up, and everyone's excited about that, even though we don't know what we're going to do. It may end up being jointed with Ross's New Year's Eve party and the girls will just go out to lunch earlier in the day, but there's no way to tell what will happen until the day of. If you've been reading the comments you'll notice that it has been suggested that we beat up Scott which, personally, seems rather appealing, but I'm not sure we want to get the Law involved in this one. I'm pretty much making this post to let people know that I've finally gotten to the point in "Defend Your Castle" where I don't even have to watch my castle to win, and that's exciting because it's the first time my computer has lasted long enough for me to do that. Hooray for me. I just broke 1,000,000 points. Yessssss! So there are so many people I need to thank... um, let me think... Ashley for introducing me to the game. Um... Rachel for reminding me about the game by putting a link to it on her blog. Oh this is so unexpected. Uh... Phillip and Chris for keeping me company for the past 2 hours of playing it... um, Ross for keeping me company for the first three hours. And finally, the most important component of all of this. I couldn't have done it without you: my computer. Thank you so much for not dying on me like you always do, and just giving it your all. You started to slow down a little in the middle there, but you stayed strong and made it all the way. Thanks to all of you and those of you that I missed. Thank you. Hey, it's 12:34. Yes... yes... eeeeexcellent.

Eek.

My day is officially ruined. Yesterday, Rachel and Scott broke up. It was a very awkward situation. I walked out the front door to get in Ross's car, but then Rachel got out of Scott's car in the driveway and said something along the lines of, "Julie, please don't leave right now." Of course, that's never something I would expect to hear out of her mouth so I look over and see that she's crying. At this point, I know what happened, but I don't want to say anything about it. So, I walk over to the car and see Scott with his hand on his nose and Rachel still leaning on it bawling her eyes out. I try to break the tension by saying something. Anything. So I ask why she's crying. No reply. I start to take guesses, even though I know the actual reason.
"Did someone die?" Rachel shakes her head.
"Did Scott hit another animal?" Again, Rachel shakes her head.
"Ok... I have one more guess, but I don't really want to say it..."
I mouth the words to Rachel and she affirms my suspicions. I was thrilled. I told Scott I didn't like him, because I felt like it was fine since I wouldn't be seeing him ever again... except in English because I sit by him... anyway, I couldn't think of anything to say. There was just a bunch of awkward silences. I was grabbing for anything to break the silence so I said random things like asking Rachel "Have you seen my jacket?" or mentioning that the wind is messing up my hair. Finally I went inside and told mom and left. I didn't want to be there and Rachel told me I could go. Then I come back an hour and a half later and they're still there. Blegh. Even in their break-up I can't escape him. So that just made my day. However, today my day was ruined because they have reunited. Apparently Scott asked Rachel to "take him back". I spit on Scott. Ptooey. I was so thrilled and she had to ruin it by getting back together with him. What a moron. They're far too opposite for each other anyway. He knows that and that's why he broke up with her in the first place. She's a Christian conservative, and he's a liberal atheist. How much more opposing could you get? It's absurd and I will never accept their relationship as having any proper foundation. If they ever get married, I'm going to the wedding just to object. I was so close. I think I'm going to eat a lot now. On a happier note, I look pretty. Now to fatten me up for the feast.

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I'd say 5 is enough, wouldn't you? Bed time.

Holy freaking heck.

It snowed. I'd say it was a total of 8 inches. It covered everything. I go outside and all I can see is white. It was absolutely amazing. When does it snow in Lake Jackson? When does it snow as heavily as this in Lake Jackson? It's insane. Oh, and one of the best parts is that the Texas Gulf coast was almost the only place in the entire country that had snow Christmas Eve. The only other place was New England. This was seriously the first time I can remember seeing so much snow. I built a snowman... out of SNOW... in Lake Jackson. I'm still in shock. I've never actually seen snow before. I didn't know what it looked like close up. I've only seen it on the Weather Channel. I mean, what they use in television and movies isn't usually really snow. So it was just a new experience for me to be able to touch this snow and make snowballs and snowmen. It was just amazing. Of course, the snow is almost all gone by now, but it was great while it lasted. The lake didn't freeze over, though. It wasn't cold enough for that. I'll still settle for the 8 inches of snow we got. We took lots of pictures and since I've decided to redo my picture blog, because it just really needs to be updated, I'll probably put some of the snow pictures up there. Maybe the one of my snowman. He was shameful to snowmen everywhere. His eyes were made of olives, his mouth was chocolate chips, and his nose was an orange tent stake. He fell over due to the melting of the snow at around 3 PM. Rest in peace, Sir Meltsalot. Merry Christmas

The President has been kidnapped by ninjas. Are you a bad enough dude to rescue the President?

Hahahahahaha... oh... I loves it. It's the opening scene from some game Ross has on his old computer. I can't remember the name. I'll just ask him now... Bad Dudes. I remember now. Silly silly me. The opening scene is some buff army guy saying this and it's slowly appearing on the screen. So first you think it's just going to say "The President has been kidnapped," but then it adds the "by ninjas" in there and I just couldn't contain myself. Anywho... I finished all my Christmas shopping yesterday and I even got a couple presents that my mom meant to get people, but she couldn't because she was at work. I got things for people that they had on their lists, so they should like them. I'm just not sure about Elizabeth's gift. I got her a purse that I absolutely love, but she may not just because those kinds of gifts are so... oh curses, what's the word I'm looking for? I don't know, but I mean that it depends on the person's individual opinion. So... how 'bout them colleges, huh? I tried to start applying today, but the computer failed me. I got to page 3 of 7 for the A&M application when it kicked out on me. I've officially decided that I'm either going to A&M or Baylor, but recently I've been having to lean more toward A&M. I mean... Baylor would be really good for the major I had originally chosen, communications, but A&M sounds like I would enjoy myself a lot more, and these are pretty much my last years to enjoy myself. Baylor is really strict, and I'd probably be having to work through part of it to pay my way, plus A&M is going to have half my graduating class there so I'll know a lot of people. Also, since Ashley is going wherever I go because I say so, she will be there, with Rachel and possibly Kat. Sounds good to me. I was laying in bed this morning... er... afternoon, when I realized that I only have one semester left with these people. I mean, I realized it but it didn't hit me with the impact it did this morning. I'm never going to see some of these people again in my entire life. It's so weird. I've seen them nearly every day for the past 3 and 1/2 years of my life, and in 5 months they're going to be gone. It's sort of a depressing thought.

Hey Napoleon / Real World: North Pole - the story begins

So... today, or tonight, has been very successful. Ashley came over to show me her acceptance letter to Baylor, which makes me extra happy because that means that I'll be able to get in, too. Then we decided she should spend the night so that we could work on our Real World Mansion. My mom then sent us to get some milk a wee bit before 12 so we went to Wal-Mart to pick up markers and see if they had already stocked the Napoleon Dynamite movie. I was so excited to find out that, yes, they had, and at 12:04 I picked up my copy. The movies filled their place on the shelf, meaning that I had picked up one of, if not THE, first Napoleon Dynamite movie. I could have been the first one to purchase it in all of Lake Jackson, and that's an exciting thought. Then we came home and began working on the house. In the words of Deb, "I'd say it's coming along nicely." It took us about an hour and a half to do one side, so all together it would be worth about 5 more hours of effort. We have plenty of time before Rachel gets back, though, so I'm not worried about my time constraints. It's sweet... AWESOME... incredible! I wish I had a huge block of cheese like Kip. Then I could grate it for hours on end and make a monster plate of nachos and tell Napoleon that I can't bring him his chapstick because I'm busy. I swear, that has to be one of the best movies ever made. I can't wait to watch it. I don't have time tonight, since I have to wake up early to deliver presents to homeless kids... except they're not really homeless, I just like to say they are. They're just really poor and can't afford Christmas presents, so my church collected a bunch of presents to give to them. Then we're going to Cici's pizza to stuff our rich little faces. Farewell citizens.

So close

I came really really close to going an entire day without posting, but since I got home plenty early and don't feel like getting ready for bed yet, I must. I ended up getting Buddy a $25 gift certificate to Hastings. I'm not sure that he'll actually use it, though. Come to think of it... I have a couple gift cards that I have yet to use that I got on my birthday. I need to utilize those sometime soon. Today was nearly a complete loss. I mean, I was supposed to go Christmas shopping and paint the cardboard gingerbread house/Real World house, but none of that actually happened. It turned out to be a not-so-bad day, though. I beat the entire 4th level of Resident Evil: Outbreak on my own with no help whatsoever from a walkthrough and I got a B rating. B. That's better than all the other ratings I've received and I did it all on my own. Hooray for me! I also went to Ross's house with Amy/Nathan/girl named Melissa I've never met. They hardly talked, and since Ross and I were on a separate couch from them, they talked to each other and I talked to Ross. Now, when I say I talked to Ross I mean that I pushed him off of me and laughed at his Ross-ness a lot. I've been wearing the same clothing for more than 12 hours now. I only changed for church this morning and I haven't changed since. At least I look kind of nice in this outfit, though. Oh, I also had to make a trip to Kroger to buy some broccoli for dinner and I picked up some discount sugar cookies: 18 for $3.00 with my Kroger Plus Card. Sweet, good news. I'm still haunted by the Makbeth script. Maybe it will disappear over the break. Here's hoping! Tomorrow I'm really going to have to buckle down and do college stuff or go Christmas shopping... or play more video games, whichever seems most convenient at the time. Well, in an effort to keep this one shortish, I dub the finit! Au revoir, mes amis.

Blooger.com

I typed that in the address box at the top of the page and pressed enter expecting it to go to blogger.com, but I fail. I was all confused so I put a "www." in front of it, but that didn't work either. Then the fear began to creep up on me: our internet is down. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Then I think to myself, "Maybe I should just put an 'http:/' in front of it. That should work." No, no it didn't. I can't live without my internet. I look at the address again. "Why is there no blooger.com?" I read. Wait a minute... wait... it's coming to me... I typed it wrong! Haha, silly silly me. My internet is working! My life is spared! How terrible would it be for the internet to be out over Christmas break? I'd have to use... dun dun dun!... the phone. I shudder at the thought. I'd also just stay at home most of the time because all of our plans are made via MSN. No internet = no MSN. I would either stay at home the whole time or people would just randomly show up and I'd be smelly and they'd be like "no one cares" so we'd go somewhere anyway, then I'd see people that do care and would be utterly mortified. It's the exaggerated version, but it could still happen. Curse you blogger.com for making me press the "o" button twice! So... I still haven't gotten a present for my cousin whom I chose for the Secret Santa we do every year. He's an 18 or 19 year old male, and I only talk to him at Christmas and Easter. It just turned 10:00, meaning I have 3 hours to get ready for the party (that starts at 1:00 <-- what, are they crazy?), buy a present, clean out the Suburban, and get to the Bayou House. I'm thinking the present alone is going to take an hour. I may just get him a Hastings gift certificate or something. Gift certificates are good. Must leave.

49th and Wisconsin

First of all, I'd like to thank Taking Back Sunday for inspiring me to title my post with something that doesn't relate to it at all. Secondly, freaking heck. There is some person that has called my house like 7 times in the past two days and only lets the phone ring once, on my end anyway, and so I pick it up to see who it is and there's no one there. It's driving me nuts. So, I try call return, but that doesn't work. Curse you, whoever you are. I've decided to try to outsmart them by setting my machine to answer after 0 rings, and I'll have the message to read "Hello?" as though I'm actually answering the phone, then I'll just have it cut off there so they'll start talking as if I'm actually on the phone so I can catch them. With his surcease, success. Waaaaay too much Makbeth. Today was their first performance in front of an audience. It wasn't that bad. Only a few lines were dropped and mistakes made in saying them. Also, the lighting got screwed up a bit, but all in all they did a good job. Of course, I sat there the whole time reciting it to Tipti, whom I sat next to. When Ross would enter from or exit through the Southwest he would poke me or something of the sort. I don't think that Macduff was supposed to be harassing audience members. Shame, shame. So, today I took my Economics exam, and all I can really say is "wow". I didn't even read over my review, and there were 200 questions on that thing, plus 5 essays. Can we say excessive? I'm almost 100% positive I failed it, but I really don't care enough. I'm also almost 100% positive I made a 105 on the Environmental Science exam. It was all vocabulary; very easy. Tomorrow is my first family Christmas party of the season. We're going to have a fried turkey. I'll probably just eat a lot and disappear into one of the bedrooms at the Bayou House and pass out, like I did at Thanksgiving. Well, it's nap time. Live long and prosper (that's what they say on Star Trek). I'd also like to take this opportunity to admit I'm a dork and watch lots and lots of Star Trek. Patrick Stewart is my hero, and William Shatner's commercials for Priceline.com shame me. Why, Bill? Why?

Son of a biscuit

I blog way too much. I don't know why I've started to need to blog every single day, but it has happened. I'm addicted all over again. It's not like I really have anything to say, but I write anyway. Today it's freezing cold as it has been all week. Ross and I would have been going out for 6 months today, which makes Ross my shortest relationship. See, the first was a little over 7 months, the second was 6 months, and Ross and my relationship was a little over 5 months. So I guess that means I'm going to date someone for 4 months, then 3, 2, 1, and then I should hope to find the person I'm meant to be with for the rest of my life. Don't get your hopes too high, Ross, or anyone that reads this blog because I know you all want me. Hahaha, I jest. Except for Rachel. I know Rachel wants me... and Kat. So I take my last exams tomorrow. That's exciting. Unfortunately for me, they both require me to do tons of work if I want to pass. All the rest were really easy. I woke up early this morning to rewrite my paper on whether or not the American Revolution was necessary. I had another one written, but I thought it wasn't very good, so I got up at 5:45 to redo it. I was going to curl my hair today, that is, have my mommy do it for me, but I decided I didn't exactly have time, so I'm going to do it tomorrow. Rachel has been hiding a shirt that I stole from Lizzie a couple of years ago in her drawer. I've been looking all over for that shirt. It was so appropriate to wear today because it's Christmas-y, but Rachel refused to accept the fact that I stole it fair and square. People these days. Tomorrow marks the beginning of the end of my high school days. The first semester of my senior year will come to a close, and what do I have to show for it? I haven't done anything senior-y thus far. Come to think of it, what is there for me to do, anyway? I'm not going to be playing any varsity sports, though tennis does sound appealing. I guess all I'll really have is Senior Prom, which I have to share with Juniors and the Sophomores and Freshmen people bring as dates. Woe is me. I fail as a senior. I even hang out with Juniors sometimes. Fail. Of course, I do have the slacking off down to an art. Man, I'm so good at that. Somehow all my teachers let me off, too. It's fabulous. Well, I guess I'll go do my homework. There's no doubt I'll be tempted to blog later so I'll save some things to say until then. Ciao.

Yum Yum

Alright, starting about five minutes ago, I have two hours to finish this thing of ice cream. I also have to avoid the rest of my family's eyesight so that they don't see me trying to consume the entire brand-new half gallon of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. I think maybe I should have gone for Birthday Cake. Holy cow that stuff is good. I'm completely devoid of anything aside from the normal acids and such in my stomach right now. I forgot breakfast and I don't have any lunch money, but tomorrow I'll be able to eat at lunch time. I'll have English and Government. English will be stupid, but Government will be good because all I have to do is sit there and listen to other people read their papers, and eventually read my own. Easy like a piece of cake. Mrs. Grable was making fun of Mrs. Bindlish's accent today. Not so much making fun of, but mimicking it. Apparently Grable stole some Chemistry goggles a couple of years ago and Mrs. Bindlish was freaking out because she didn't know where they were. Oh great, Rachel left her Psychology book at school. I have to take her back to get it. She's messing up my effort. I'll be back...

And I'm back. She got the book. I just wish she weren't so obsessive about her grades. They're not as important as she makes them out to be and she goes crazy for it. I swear she's going to die like 15 years sooner than me because of all the stress she puts on herself. She took 20 minutes away from my eating time, meaning that she's nearly ruined the project. I'm going to have some pizza after this; the frozen kind, I mean. I should be at rehearsal right now, but I'm locked out and I don't want to knock because it could interrupt them and they're supposedly taping the performance today. I don't really need to be there. They're all supposed to know their lines anyway. Rachel slurps when she eats. It's fairly annoying. I can't wait to go visit her in an institution someday. I hope I remember enough stuff about the books I've read this year to do well on the English stuff. We're writing either 3 or 4 essays, I can't remember. I'm pretty sure it's 3. I hope it's 3. There's no way I can finish this whole thing. I'm only about 1/5 of the way done and I'm already getting full. That might be because I didn't eat anything today and my stomach has contracted a little. Ack! I have to get my transcripts. If I forget them I'm in lots of trouble. All I have to do is go pick them up, but I keep forgetting. Ashley keeps reminding me and I keep forgetting. I've kept this blog up for a little over 6 months now. I'm proud of myself. I should throw myself a party. Everyone's invited! except for people whose names start with Q or X. I don't want those weirdos at my party. I spit on them. Ptooey. I can say that because I don't know anyone whose name starts with those letters. Well, I know this one girl names Quincy, but I don't like her and I wouldn't want her at my party anyway. Peace out.

No Time for Losers 'Cause We are the Champions

I WIN! Hooray! This weekend marked the State Finals soccer tournament.

Game 1: We lose, 1-0, everyone is in total shock that we lost to the chunkasauruses. The ref was terrible, but no one will truly believe me because that's what everyone says when they lose, but this ref has done one of our games before. It was last season, but he shockingly remembered everything about us, even some of the players. He pointed to a few of them before the game began, namely the girls that tend to have calls against them, and told us that he's sorry if "one of the refs has something against [us], but that's just the way it goes." Wow.

Game 2: We win, 6-0, I scored the second goal when it seemed like it mattered to score, but unfortunatly for me the next four made my goal unnecessary. It's the first I've scored in like 5 games, but then again I usually play defensive mid, meaning I'm supposed to defend more than attack. This game gave us 10 points. The team we lost to tied and gained 5 more points to give them 13. The team we just beat this game now still has 8, because they won their first game, andt he last team has 5 because they tied the fat team.

Game 3: It all came down to the last game. It was anybody's tournament based on the standings. The only way we could win was if the fatties lost or tied and we got a win. The team we were playing was the other team from the Eastern District called "The Heat". Now, that's a pretty stupid name, but compared to my team, "The Starzz", it's pretty fricking awesome. Oh, I am so ashamed of that name... Anyway, we tied this team last weekend 0-0, so this was an interesting match up. They're a physical team, and we're not, so they already have an advantage. What really bothered me about them was that after the game last weekend their coach came up to our coach and said "We're going to beat you next weekend." Number 1: How old is he, 6? Number 2: No, no you're not. Pre-game warm-ups are the worst we've ever had. It was so terrible, maybe even laughable. We did a 3 vs. 2 drill and not a single shot made it on goal, on the rare shots that we were able to make. Then we did what's called the "star drill" and maybe 2 shots hit the net. It was absurd. Then, since it was our last game, possibly ever, Megan, Lettie, Stephanie, and myself were the captains. We were home team and "The Heat" won the toss so they got the wind and we got the sun in our eyes. Not a good start already. The game begins and, not surprisingly, we're off to a rough start. Somehow Stephanie manages to go back post and score off a cross, so 1 point for us. Then somewhere around 15 minutes before half they score a goal; shame on the left defender who wasn't on their mark. I think it might have been Kelsi. Anyway, that made it a tie, 1-1. The next half we started to pick up the pace a little and landed another in the net, all the while watching the game between the two other teams in our bracket whose game would determine our placing. We would celebrate when the white team would score, another team called the "Stars", but spelled correctly, because their victory would mean our victory. Their game ends in a tie, 2-2, meaning that if we kept up our score of 2-1, we would statistically be the winners of the tournament. Well, we won. Hooray for us. Victory is mine.

It was my last year to play, and quite possibly my last club game ever. It was best to end in a State Championship. I was praying to Bob that Megan's pre-game CD had "We are the Champions" on it, and I thanked Bob when she started it up. It was awesome. Then we went to Cici's so I could get a head start on gaining lots of weight now that I don't have a sport to play. I was thinking about Track, because I love running, but I only love running when I'm not being forced. Kat says that Tennis has a spring season, but I've never played before. Of course, they don't require any running at all, at least I mean they don't force you to run sprints during practice or anything. Plus they have cute tennis outfits that I could wear, and I really don't have anything cute ever, so if I can wear it during a sport, that'll be just fine with me. Plus I'll at least have Kat to talk to, or she'll do that thing like she did at the Christmas party where she was like "I'll be right back," and 45 minutes later she's still not there. I'm not unhappy about it, I think it was rather amusing, actually, but I'm not sure I'd be as big of a fan if it happened over and over and over again.

Because it always makes you mad...

This is a post about Ross, and the fact of the matter is that I'm mad at you for saying "screw you" to Rachel, so don't expect this to be about the pansies and posies that makes up Ross. What is there to say? You and I broke up and sometimes I think that it might not have been what I really wanted... then I hang around you. All that we ever do is argue, and it's about the stupidest stuff. When we're not arguing, and I say that I need to go to bed or go somewhere, you begin to complain that I don't talk to you enough. Then I tell you that I can't exactly help when I have to leave, and you just get mad and say that I should call you sooner. Now that you're good and upset, you find it necessary to make me TOed, as well. Thank you, oh so very much, for that, Ross. And you wonder why people call you immature. Doing things like that I would think you'd realize it for yourself. Sometimes, you are immature. I don't see why you get so offended by it, it's not meant to be an insult in any way, shape, or form. You can just be such a jerk sometimes, recently a lot of the time. I don't like it, and I understand that it could be related to your sleep-deprivation, but it's not making our situation any better. I don't appreciate being fussed at or insulted. You don't need to make everyone mad just because you're mad. On the plus side, you're very sweet some of the time, but it's mostly in my e-mails. I assume you got onto my account recently because there's a new person added to my list and it didn't ask me to add them, you must have done that for me. I don't have a problem with that, as long as you don't talk to people as me or delete people from my list just because you don't like them. And stop telling me about myself as though you know every aspect of my personality and all aspects are flaws. That's not helping you get on my good side, if you even care to know. Anyway... you're a good person at heart, you just need to stop suppressing it. I don't hate you... at least not right now, but if you keep up the good work maybe I will someday. I think I'm going to call you now, since I didn't do it right after that other comment. My hair is sooooooo soft. It's as though it were spun by a silk worm or something. Soooooooo soft.

This Week, Last Week, and the Week to Come

So... this week hasn't been too good. Tuesday I went to a Christmas party for the special kids at our school and B-port, and considering the fact that I'm absolutely terriefied of retarded kids, I didn't have a good time. Then Wednesday I worked really hard on these questions for a Christmas quiz at the NHS Christmas party, but today we didn't even use them. There was hardly anyone there. Let's list how it wasn't that much fun for me:
1. I couldn't watch the movie because people were making too much noise
2. I couldn't play the N64 because all the televisions were taken
3. I couldn't play Halo because I have only played it once on Prom night and I can't compete with everyone else when they've all played many a time before
4. Lucas was there.
5. Ashley/Rachel/Tipti all abandoned me
6. Kat disappeared every five minutes
7. Everyone else there doesn't like me
I'm sure I could think of other things, but that's all off the top of my head. Then last week I hardly got any sleep, and next week should be easy like a piece of cake, since it's exam week, and I don't expect that to be too hard. My only somewhat difficult exam should be English. Too bad that I can't get exempt from anything, since I'm absent too much. Mrs. Grable says she thinks I need to make up time for her class. I can't wait until Christmas break. Ashley and Rachel are going to live with me and we'll just play video games and be losers the whole time and it will be awesome.