Like, Totally

Phantom of the Opera is such a great movie. I really really loved it, and that's rather unusual for me. I don't often decide immediately that movies are fabulous, let alone musicals, but this one was really amazing. Even though it was absolutely wonderful, it could have been better. The only qualms I had with it was the song dubbings weren't always right and a few of the scenes needed to be re-shot. An example of a scene that needed a second take would be the one where Christine is walking through the graveyard to visit her father's grave and she gets a piece of fake snow stuck to her lips because of the massive amounts of lip gloss. I mean, it wasn't that big of a deal, but it just bothered me that they made it all the more obvious that they were using fake snow. They could have at least let me pretend it was real. I also didn't like when they were performing the Phantom's opera because Christine's sleeves would keep on falling down, then she would pull them back up, then they would fall down again, etc. She could have just left them there or attached them with tape or something. It was just distracting. Regardless, it was a superb movie. Ross and I went to Shanghai before the movie and ate a lot of food. I ate more than him because I always do. At least he didn't tell me to stop eating like he usually does. Last night was a lot of fun, although not everything went my way, most of it did.

I now own make-up and shall be wearing it. Please don't say anything about it like "OMG, Julie's wearing make-up!" or "Hey everyone, Julie's wearing make-up!" I do, however, encourage you to seek out a microphone and say it over the loud speaker, because although you're embarassing me, you're embarassing yourself even more. I don't think that the color of the base matches my skin color. I think it's a little dark. Now it's also awkward for me to rub my face whenever I feel like it. Make-up also tends to give me a headache. Not the make-up itself, but the odor it gives off. Blegh. I'll get used to it, though. Either that or get addicted to pain killers. It's a win-win situation. I went to Dillard's to look at the Prom dress that I wanted and it was 50% off now, but they didn't have it in my size. The smallest they had was an 8. I thought to myself, "How huge could it be on me?" So it tried it on and as it turns out it's... pretty freaking big. Yeah... pretty freaking big would probably describe it best. I was disappointed, especially since now I'm going to have to look up in Houston or something. I guess I could do that this coming weekend since it's a 3 day weekend and other people need dresses since I know for a fact that they're going whether they have dates or not.

Erk.

What an interesting evening I had yesterday. Driving around looking for a place to burn the Christmas tree, running into very very creepy people in ski masks. Lots of fun, though. Ashley and Corny are away for the weekend at Corny's sister's apartment. They're watching it for her while she's away. My mom didn't send in my applications because there was a typo in the very last line of one of my essays so she thought I should fix it before I sent them, and the deadline for the applications to be in is February 1. That gives me two business days to get it there, and I'm not even sure they'll let me send them in over-night, since they wouldn't let me do it with the Baylor Snap App. Yep, it's looking like no college for Julie. If I have to, I'm pretty much willing to drive to College Station and Austin to personally drop off my applications if it means getting out of here. I don't think I could stand another year here. Maybe I'll go on a year-long mission trip with Talley. I could always just work for a year and get my own place. The only reason I really want to go to college is to get away from all the family drama. It's just so agravating. I want it to go away. I could always whore myself out to some rich guy instead of going to college. No? Well, maybe next year. I think I'm going to go search the sales racks for a Prom/SIDS Gala dress. Ciao.

Hoorah!

My mother actually posted. I'm in shock. I don't know what to say... other than... she made a few typos. I was really depressed today, but then I saw her post and it cheered me up. Not because it's good or anything, but because it amuses me to see that she has posted. I've pretty much decided I'm not going to get into college because I waited until the absolute last possible minute to apply. I fail. It doesn't really matter that much to me. I can just transfer after a year at BC or something. I think that Callie (my kitty) is pregnant. There have been these male cats swarming around the house for the past couple of weeks and then they suddenly vanished and she has started to meow quite a bit for no apparent reason, which is one of the signs of pregnancy. Now that everyone's mind is poisoned by that thought, it's time to play a game. You should probably play Kingdom of Loathing, because it's really freaking awesome. You could also read my mom's blog because she feels nice when people leave comments for her.

So True

Reasons why Julie is like a TV

1) Someone could break into the house and unplug it and steal it
2) They have a flat screen
3) You can take them to the pawn shop when you need money and pick it back up in a week
4) When you get sick of it you can turn it off
5) It's pretty much impossible to live without a TV these days

The last one was because I needed a nice one. All of the rest are jokes though. I love you Ju'lay

Love, Ashley (<-- she didn't write that, but I'm 100% positive she meant to)

Score!

Messenger is fudged up. It keeps on letting me on and kicking me off, and then I'll try to sign in and it tells me that I already am. It's driving me nuts. This weekend I had a lot of fun. The "Yahoo Revue" was surprisingly entertaining. I thought the only fun I'd have there is getting to hang out with people, but it turns out one of the best parts was the watching some of the acts. The best act, hands down, was one called "Synchronized Swimming" starring (*gets up to find program*) Ryan Aldrich, Callan Edquist, Blake Novosad, Michael Pickering, and Hamilton Rencurrel. Nathan Trafford was supposed to participate, but he got beaten up at church and he couldn't get the doctor's permission. He wasn't actually beaten up, he just ran into someone's elbow while playing "hide-and-go-seek" in the dark and hurt his sturnum. I just like to say that he was beaten up at church because it sounds neat. Anyway, it was absolutely hilarious, and they have my respect for the rest of their lives, natural and artificial. Most of the acts were people singing, and I just don't enjoy that unless it's an upbeat song, regardless of how good the singers are. Oh, Tony had a couple of good acts, too. As with the Mr. Buc Pageant, the emcees didn't do a very good job, mostly because they decided not to memorize their lines, and they couldn't pronounce things correctly, but there's always the possibility that they didn't get their script until that day... so maybe it's not completely their fault. At any rate, I had a freaking awesome time, even though my family was the last to get there... 30 minutes after the second to last family... At least I got to eat their food and drink their beverages. I didn't drink the tea, though... I don't like tea... Afterwards we skipped the pizza party and went to IHOP where we sat at a table adjascent to these two sophomore boys, and they just kept us laughing the whole time. We also had a really good waiter. We left him a good tip. Today I hung out with Ross. We watched one of the worst movies ever called "They Still Call Me Bruce"(lies!) and Ross compared his feelings for me to television. It was actually a pretty good analogy, until he said that I was cheaper than other channels... and "channels" was a metaphor for girls...

Shoot me.

I do not understand this Calculus stuff, and there is no one for me to ask about it because I have no friends, except Ashley, and she doesn't get it either. OK, so I have a few more than just Ashley, but they either don't know, or couldn't explain it the right way. I have the test tomorrow and so far I have a homework grade of... oh, let's just call it 0, and two known quiz grades of 65 and 70. There's another quiz that we took the other day, but I haven't gotten my results back on that one. I'd say it's around 20...ish. At this rate, I'm going to fail this six weeks. It makes me feel so stupid. I have no reason not to understand this stuff. I was there for all the lessons and listened a lot of the time, but I just can't do it. Well, I can do the Calculus part, but there's a whole lot of algebra involved and I just can't do the algebra dealing with tan, cot, sin, cos, sec, and csc. It's just a bunch of strange derivative stuff that I can't seem to handle. I plan on working on it all night tonight. I don't expect to be getting into college. Well, I don't expect to get into A&M right now. Maybe I could have 3 months ago, but now they're mostly filled up. There isn't much room for someone not in the top 10%. I'm not going to be able to send everything in until Tuesday of next week, and I may have to send them overnight. Although, according to the lady at the Clute Post Office, my Baylor application will not be qualified for overnight shipping. I'm pretty sure she was wrong though. Either way, it'll be able to make it there before the deadline on the following Tuesday. That is, I hope it does. I'm such a moron for waiting this long. Procrastination, in this case, is not a good thing.

Bitter Sweet

Fudge... I just lost my post because my computer is stupid. I had typed the whole thing out and everything. Anyway, the original post talked about how I got he role that I wanted in "Charley's Aunt". I'm really excited, but at the same time I feel really bad. I mean, I took the role from Ella McCrea, which means that Brittany Flurry hates me now... if she didn't already. If she did already hate me, then her hate doubled. I'm pretty sure she was glaring at me when I walked into the theater today. Also, I don't really think I deserve it. I mean, it's not like I've already been in 50 plays or anything. The only reason I actually made it is because I'm a Senior and Mr. White thinks I "should be on stage". Oh, and this is the theater department's most important production because its the one that they take to zone/district/region/state. I might ruin it. I'd be suicidal if I did. Today was the day of the NHS meeting. I'd say it went pretty well considering the fact that we were missing our President and Vice President. There was a good turnout, too. I was surprised. We didn't do the opening game, though. Everyone always complains about how they don't want to do it, but deep in their hearts they really do. I know I do. I wish I could play them. They're fun. I wouldn't pick them if I didn't think they were fun. I can't play, though. I have to monitor or administer instructions from the sidelines during the games. Oh, I also made a blog for my mom, upon her request. It's very creatively and ingeniously titled The Mom Blog, and it's under my blog links section in case you want to access it later. I wouldn't exactly recommend reading it now, since it's sort of boring, but I'm going to spend most A2 classes trying to make it better. It'll be freaking awesome. My mom also wanted me to tell all of you to talk to her on those long days at work when she has nothing to do, because she never does anything.

Let's feel sorry for me.

Once again, I'm being a Library Aid. Today there weren't even any books for us to put away, but I had a lot to straighten in my section because the library lady was taking like 80 books out of it. I guess someone's class is doing a project that has to do with books from the 800s. Whatever. It's not bad in here. I have lots and lots of free time with which I'm spending playing on the computer daily. Haha. I just wrote "dairy" instead of "daily". Ah... of course, no one reading this will find that amusing because 1) it didn't happen to them, and 2) it's not very funny. There's a class in the library now, so I have to... kill myself because Rachel's in that class. Super for me. I just can't get rid of her. I'm looking at her as I type. She's mocking my typing. Now she's laughing at me and raising one eyebrow. Now she's gone. I only had one typo in that whole thing. New Record! AAA. I heart DDR. I'd buy it, but I have no money. Anyway, I'm going to make the blog for my mom that I mentioned before. I'll blog every A2. I'll enjoy that one. Since I have nothing else to do, I'll go ahead and make that now. I have nothing to do, and an hour left.

Eww... Story Time

It's not for the easy-queasy people. I assume that quite a few of you have heard this story, but for the people that haven't...

There's this girl that lives in Wharton. Let's just call her Kat for the heck of it. Kat has this boyfriend that she's been dating for a while, but she never had sex with him because she wanted to remain a virgin until she was married. Her boyfriend, however, wanted to have sex. Finally she compromised and had oral sex with him. About a week later, Kat noticed strange, irritating boils on and around her mouth. Worried that she might have an STD, she went to the doctor. Kat told him about what she and her boyfriend had done and what she thought it might be. So the doctor examined her and told her that he had some good news and some bad news. The good news was that she didn't have an STD. The bad news was that she had maggots growing inside her lips. Kat freaked out, of course, and wanted to know how that could have happened. The doctor told her that there were two was: 1) have sex with a dead animal, or 2) have sex with a dead person. Kat's boyfriend works at the county morgue.

Kat, your boyfriend is sick. You should probably break up with him. Oh, and don't forget to do something about those maggots. Further evidence that pre-marital sex is a bad idea. I'll have a better blog tomorrow during Library Aid. I had no homework tonight and yet I still get to bed after 10. What a shame.

Recieved

I finally realized the other day that the "i after e, except after c" rule really works most of the time. It's insane how English isn't just a bunch of randomly spelled words. Anyway, I don't have a lot of time in here. There are only like 5 minutes left. I spent most of the period doing my Government vocabulary. The library lady says that she's supposed to let us out 5 minutes early, but she never actually does. She'll look at the clock and we'll have like 2 minutes left and she'll say "Oh, I was going to let you out five minutes early." What a waste. I'd just leave, but she might get mad at me. Anyway, I haven't blogged in a really long time, mostly because I've had nothing to blog about. Auditions for "Charley's Aunt" are today, and Ross wants me to go. I have a time and everything, but I can't audition... well. I just get nervous talking in front of people. I mean, I don't get nervous, but my body does. My mind knows that I'm not really nervous, but my body makes me act as though I am. I think it would be a lot of fun to do, and, honestly, I used to want to be an actress when I was younger. My dreams were dashed the day that I discovered I had a funny appearance. 4th grade. Thank you, Sherri Wise. Well, that's all the time we have for today... at least this period. Ciao.

And again...

I'm once again at school being a Library TA. The TAs are assigned certain sections of the library to keep organized and tidy, and I was assigned the 800s. I don't know how familiar you are with the main campus library, but the 800s section is the largest section there is. It's freaking huge, and I got it. Now I wonder why that is? Of course, I have a nice conspiracy theory for this one. Once last semester I was in the library studying for AP Euro and couldn't concentrate because the stupid librarians were talking and laughing way too loudly. So, I went over and asked them if they could quite down a little. I wasn't rude at all, but they took it as me challenging authority or something and got mad at me and asked for my name and such. So, I'm pretty sure that they remember me and decided to screw me over. I didn't do anything to them. I don't mind the large section, though. At least I have something to do during this period. Otherwise I'd waste an hour and 10 minutes surfing the internet or reading magazines or something. Heaven forbid I read! What do you think this is? A library? Sheesh. I had the fish tank in the library last year, along with Ashley, Jennifer Takami, and Sara Warmby. There was another girl that joined our group second semester, but she never did anything. Anyway, I was just noticing how much lamer this year's tank is in comparison to ours. Ours was so freaking awesome. Ashley picked out a nice car for us to put in there. It was a pink Volkswagen Beetle. It was purty.

Mmm... School

So, I'm at school right now. I'm in the library to be exact, and to be even more exact I'm in the main campus library. I'm a new Teacher Assistant for the Library. There isn't much to do here so I plan on making most of my posts during this period. All we're ever going to do is shelf books, and it only takes 20 minutes at the most. I got my haircut yesterday, finally, and I think I like it. It bes purty. So here's the new schedule for the final semester of my high school career:

A1 English 4 AP LI V. Heckendorn 209A
A2 T Assist - Lib L. Henry LIBRARY
A3 US Govt AP C. Weiss 210B
A4 WORK 4A <-- meaning no class! Yeehaw!

B1 Env Sci AP P. Grable 141E <-- I used to be in B3
B2 Calculus AP D. Sitka 222C
B3 Peer Tutor L. Fitzpatrick 151E
B4 Astronomy Adv J. James BC Planetarium

I'm so excited about my "work" period. The only thing is that I wanted to be in the same Enviro class, and if I go to the counselor to fix it she might realize that I have no period in the A4 slot so she'll give me something that I don't want. I love my new "classes", though, meaning A2, A4, and B3. I wish I didn't have Ms. Fitzpatrick again. It's not that I don't like her or anything, it's just that I would have liked to have had a different type of class, like instead of English. Alas, I am deprived. I have about 5 minutes until the bell rings. The only classes I even need to be taking now are Calculus and English. I definitely don't need Astronomy or Enviro since I already have somewhere around 6 science credits and I only need 3, but I love both of those classes. They're really interesting and I'm actually learning stuff. I was so blind to all science before Enviro. None of my other classes ever taught me anything. I'm also learning all about the solar system and such in Astronomy, and I knew nothing about that before hand. Well, I'm going to take that back since I did know a little. I could at least name the 9 planets in order and I knew that there were two more they were considering declaring planets. I'm so freaking smart. Just kidding, by the way. No one say anything about that. Maybe I'll disable comments for this post...

Farewell my sweets. I hardly knew ye.

School is tomorrow and here I am wasting away on the last day of the break writing on my blog when I could be at Ross's house playing Risk. I love that game. I was supposed to read a book for English, but I didn't. I'm debating whether or not I'll end up doing that before first period tomorrow. I wager that we'll have a shorter 1st period because they fail at our school. Hopefully, with a shorter 1st period my class won't really have enough time to write their essays on the books we read. Of course, I'm not a very lucky person. A little less than 5 months and I'm out of high school forever. I'll probably end up missing it. I really am excited about school tomorrow. Although it may not be a well known fact, I like school. It's the weirdest thing, really. I just like the environment and being surrounded by people that I know and feel comfortable with, and I just like learning. When I went to OLQP I never really learned anything new for the last 4 or 5 years there. I take that back, I learned that I didn't like square dancing. I got a zero for that lesson. I refused to square dance because I thought it was useless and unnecessary. Mrs. Beach (the PE teacher) told me that if I didn't I'd get a zero, and I didn't care. So I failed... but I digress. Soon I'll be graduating and I'll be gone. It's a little depressing, but I'm still excited. I wonder if I should pull a Travis and try to get people to remember me as in a certain strange way. For his entire senior year he wore as many Hawaiian shirts as he could hoping that when people look back on their days in high school they don't remember his as "Travis Rinn", but as "the guy with the unibrow that always wore Hawaiian shirts". I could be that guy... er... girl, but I think I'll pass.

What a shame

So, I expected this New Year's Eve to be really fun, but I was wrong. That's all I really need to say. Everyone that reads this blog understands what I'm talking about anyway. Maybe Rachel will give me some pictures from lunch and DDR stuff to put on the blog. I did have fun at some points, but evening occurences sort of ruined everything. What a way to end the old year and bring in the new.