So are you living happily ever after, Sleeping Beauty?

I finished "Enchantment" by Orson Scott Card today. It's a line from the final chapter of the book. I have to say, I thoroughly enjoyed it. The new one I've taken up, "Something Wicked This Way Comes", I'm not so sure about. Just reading the first chapter I'm not too sure it's something I'd be interested in, but I'll read it nonetheless. It's been a long long time between posts, eh? I can't believe how fast time flies. You know, I'll be graduating from high school in 1 week. It's insane, and I don't like it. Did you see that "Smallville" episode from a week or so ago? Well, there's this guy that turns everyone to glass or something so they're just sort of frozen in time so no one has to graduate or anything, and that's kind of the way I feel right now. I don't want to have to meet new people and go to a new place. I just want to stay here and continue high school. Don't make me go! Death. I've had a miserable couple of days. My pants are dead, the book is dead since I finished it, school is dying, people are dying in my mind since they're leaving... I'm so sad. I'm not sure how many of you noticed, but I think most people know that I only buy one pair of jeans per year and wear them until they're falling apart. The one's I have now are dead, and I'm sorry to say that they didn't last the whole year. I've done this ever since 8th grade. It's not like I can't afford new jeans, I just find one pair that I really like so I wear them all the time. I don't really need another pair. So now, I have no back-up pair. It's weird to have to get new ones. I hate pants shopping more than anything ever... except maybe that one phrase that people say sometimes. If you don't know what I'm talking about I'll never tell you to save myself from the torment I receive. Anyway, I'm going to have to be wearing skirts for the remainder of the year, or at least until I buy my annual pair. I've decided to take up morning runs. I'm tired of getting fat. I hope I don't forget to set my alarm. Anyway, I'll probably make another post later, but this is all for now. Miss me.

Super Mario-o RPG. It is the only game just for me.

Dear Lord, Rachel. What have you done to me? Oh no. Now Hugh Grant is singing it. I think I'm going to cry. Kill me. I wish there were something else I could listen to that would make it go away. You know, I think I'll play that some time this weekend. That is, if I get the opportunity. Did you know I have to wake up at 7:30ish on Saturday? Yes, my parents are going out of town, and since Rachel is taking the SAT at that time, I need to drive her. Worst of all, I can't just go home and go back to sleep like you're thinking. I know you're thinking it because on Friday's I can see into the future of people's thoughts. Anyway, I can't just go back to sleep because Austin has a T-ball game at 9:30. So it would be: go home, sleep for about... 30 minutes, wake up Austin and get him ready for his game, take him to his game, and sit there and watch. I can't just leave him there, can I? I guess, technically I can. I just shouldn't. No sleep for Julie this weekend. Yay!

So long, and thanks for all the fish.

The line is from "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy". It's brilliant. I absolutely adored it, and would highly recommend it to whoever has the chance. I think I'd like to go see it again someday. Curiously, however, since watching that movie and my sister's play, Mary Poppins, I have begun narrating to myself in British. It's the most peculiar thing, really. And it's not a British woman that's narrating in my head... it's a man. I man with a rather nasal-sounding voice. Very odd, indeed. I don't quite know where the voice comes from. Maybe it was the narrator of the movie on Sunday? I don't believe so, though. Ah well, I shall leave you with a quiz. Enjoy.

Oy!

Rachel can just go fall into a dumpster. What is her problem? I certainly know it's not as much my fault as she's making it out to be. I'm tired of taking the blame for her emotional problems. Sure, I don't pick up the things in my room unless I'm going somewhere, but she doesn't keep her closet clean... ever. She always points at me and raises her eyebrow when I wear her clothes, but I have to since she has all of mine piled up in her closet. If I had a digital camera I'd take a picture and put it on here for everyone to see. It's so much worse than the clothes I put on the floor of the room. Secondly, I'd like it to be known that Rachel is perfectly capable of driving the vehicles that we currently have. There is nothing wrong with the Suburban, Rachel would just prefer to not drive it because she doesn't feel as safe as she would like. She's driven it many times before with my mom in the car, I don't see how driving it on her own is any different. I'd also like to mention that I drive her around in the afternoons and pick her up from school as a favor to my mother and to Rachel. I am in no way obligated to pick her up or take her to pick up Sarah or to Hobby Lobby, but I do it because I really am genuinely a nice person, regardless of how often Rachel tells you it's untrue. Furthermore, Rachel does not wait on me before school but for about 3 minutes occasionally. Usually, the two of us are ready around the same time. If she doesn't want to wait on me and have to "run to class" then she can wake up early and get mom to take her every morning, and I don't see why she has to "run to class" when I can take a leisurely stroll to my classes, even though I have B1 in E wing. Let's see, what else is there?... Well, that's all I can think of the contradict right now. If Rachel has some pea-brained response to this, I'll probably contradict all of those points if I feel like it. Rachel, I love you, no matter what you think. I know that you are going through an emotional time because of certain circumstances of the past few months, and I'm sorry. I just wish that you would realize that not all your problems are generated by me. I do have feelings, too, even though many people have told me that I'm a robot. I'm your sister, and I want you to know that you really can turn to me when you need a hug... even though I'm not very fond of them and sometimes I smell. I honestly didn't even know that the clothing on the floor bothers you. After all, you seem to be perfectly content with your closet, and I've seen your closet (It's way worse than our floor, and you know it). I assumed that if you had no problem with your closet, then you must not have a problem with our floor. Anyway, I've drawn this out too much already. Here's lookin' at you, kid.