A couple things...

First of all, I got a job. I'm a server at Ryan's. Since I'm leaving for the cruise on Saturday, though, I'm only going to end up working about 5 total weeks for them. That'll be just long enough to pay for my shoes. Anyway, I make $2.13 an hour, but with tips it's really not that bad, and I like to have cash on me. It's a fairly easy job. Also, Jick freaking changed the minimum cost of items in the mall, and that really stinks. Now how can I buy a whole bunch of incredibly useful things from stupid people that sell them for 10 meat? Why?!?! If you don't understand what I'm talking about, then congratulations, because that means you probably have a life.

So here's my schedule for the rest of the week:
Thursday: 11:30 - 4:00
Friday: 4:00 - 9:30

If you come visit me, you'll have to just walk around looking for my section. I'm pretty sure it's different every day. Hopefully they'll never stick me in the smoking section, though. It smells back there...

Return of the Julie

Hoorah! I have returned! I'm so thrilled to be back. As boring as Lake Jackson can be, I still missed everyone and everything about it. I hate staying at hotels. They make me loathe hygeine. Every hotel that I've stayed in ever has had soft water, and, as we all know, soft water is not very good for removing soap. I don't mind so much going without a shower for a day, but I despise my inability to properly wash my face. I have to wash my face, it's just what I do. Just like how I can't wash my face before I brush my teeth. I either brush my teeth, then wash my face, or I don't do either. Also, there are a select few people that I actually let touch my face. If you've ever touched my face and not been slapped away, consider yourself special in mine eyes. Ask Rachel. Anyway, the point is that I'm back, but not for long. Saturday we leave for the cruise, and as usual, I don't even have close to everything I need. The other day my mom told me that I needed to bring a passport, too. I don't know where my passport is! Besides, I got it like 5 years ago; it probably doesn't even look like me anymore. Regardless, I need to go shopping. At least my credit card finally came in.

I've decided that we need to try the OoT campaign, again. If you're interested let me know when you're available to do it. For those of you that don't actually know what that is, I'll explain. The OoT campaign consists of a 24 hour attempt to beat the Nintendo 64 video game Zelda: Ocarina of Time (OoT), and food. Last time we tried we pretty much failed, but discovered that it is definitely possible, as long as you always have someone experienced with the game playing or conscious. We may end up doing it at the Bayou House this time so that we can be as loud as we want without worrying about waking my mother and people can crash in the bedrooms when they need. Anyway, let me know. Love you, bye.

I'd also like to let it be known that Linsey is the 5000th person to think I'm hot. Let me know when you want that ice cream.

Julie the Brave

Yes, I know. This is my third consecutive post, but I have to make up for being gone this weekend. I, Julie Marie Rinn, killed a roach all by myself today. Well, I was assited by my good friend, a bottle of Raid, but I did it nonetheless. I'm so terrified of roaches, and that's why I'm so proud of myself for doing it. Yes, I know I shouldn't be afraid. I know there really isn't anything they can do to me, but I just can't get over it quite yet, but I put my arm within 18 inches of it. That's brave, right? I didn't pick it up, though, and I don't plan on it. It went behind a desk to die, anyway, so I would have had to move the desk to get it. Aside from that, they're just too icky for me to pick up. But I killed it. I killed it good. I also killed it dead. Hoorah for me!

The counter on my blog is almost at 5000. I'll buy ice cream for whoever is on the blog at the 5000 mark. No cheating. Of course, if it's me, then you all lose. Bwahahaha!

Update: I killed another roach like 30 seconds ago. Ugh. It was in the laundry room and was probably watching me the entire time I was transferring my clothes into the dryer... creepy little thing.

Je voudrais jouer au tennis.

One of the very few phrases of French I can remember, and I used to be pretty good at it. I had the accent down and everything. Alas, I'm a quitter.

Well, today I went shopping with Rachel, and our first stop was Academy. As it turns out, the first thing I saw were the tennis and racquetball racquets/rackets. I don't know how many people I mentioned it to, I'm pretty sure I said something to Kat... but I've been meaning to take up Tennis for about a year now. I've decided that I could easily do it this summer. Of course, I need people to play with me, preferrably people that know the game, but won't annihilate me when we play. My sister volunteered to do it with me. Well, when I say "volunteer" I mean said "Okay, whatever," when I told her that she was going to take up tennis with me so I had an easy opponent. That means that I expect you to be bad at it, Rachel. Obviously, I'll completely own at it, since I play Mario Tennis so often, and, as we all know, video games are exactly like real life. So if you're ever in the mood to be totally slaughtered at tennis, give me a call. Also... I'm goin to need you to tell me whether or not the courts at Brazoswood and LJI are open to the public, mk? That would be greaaaaaaat.

Sssssssteubenville

I'm leaving tomorrow, yet again. It'll be my second weekend in a row to disappear. Then next weekend I'll leave for the cruise. Hooray! I'm pretty sure it's a good time for me to be leaving for a couple of days.

On a side note, could 3 be considered "a few"? I sort of always included it under "a couple", but "a couple" is 2, and I feel that "a few" is anywhere from 4-6, with several being 7-9. I always considered 3 to just be left out... poor 3. He never did anything to me.

Anyway, Steubenville South, the place that I'm going, is in Louisiana, so I'll have a super fun 6-8 hour drive there and back. I really need to remember to bring lots of double A batteries... I have to be at church at 7:30 tomorrow morning, but we're not leaving until about 11:00... I'm not sure how that works out, but whateva. I'll be back sometime Sunday afternoon. So really, I'll be gone for 3 days, but only one day will actually be focused on doing things. Friday and Sunday we'll just be driving... a lot. I guess it'll be a good experiment to see if my cell phone actually works in Louisiana, like they told me it would ("they" being "the man", and "the man" being the guy at the Cingular place by Quiznos). So, as always: miss me terribly.

*Sigh*

That's really all I can say right now. I should be burned at the stake since I'm such a witch. Why do I continually do things when I know that doing them in the first place is dumb? So depressed... and dumb. Actually, I'm dum. I'm so stupid that I don't even deserve the "b". I don't want to go to college. I just want to stay here and sulk.

Regret.
Do try it once and then you know.
Your move.
Settle for nothing less again.

What's wrong with the gasometer?

This post will be a tribute (or maybe an anti-tribute, if that's possible) to my brother's truck. That thing just... there's really no way to describe it other than it's a piece of crap. Mind you, it's not as bad as Kat's first car, but it still can't hold itself together. Example: Sunday morning I had to drive it to church. I hopped in the car, turned it on, and put it in reverse so that I could back out of the driveway. I checked the rear-view mirror like I always do, but found it rather strange that there was no rear-view mirror to check. Apparently, it just fell off sometime during the weekend. It was sitting on the floor of the car, faded black dice and all. Now, I'm not expert on the failings of car parts, but is that supposed to happen? I mean, I know that the rear-view mirror is supposed to move... but I'm thinking not quite that much. Driving around today I noticed another little small problem: the fuel guage doesn't work properly. When I started out I had, according to the guage, half a tank left. Then when I looked at it after about 30 minutes worth of driving, the little orange pointer thing showed that I had an empty tank. I constantly glanced down on the way home to observe the pointer fluctuating constantly, ranging from 3/4 a tank to empty. Also driving around today, as I was turning onto Yaupon, the windshield wipers came on. Just, out of nowhere, the wipers started working. Apparently, they had been on the whole time, they just failed to actually wipe the windshield. Of course, there are many minor glitches like the "service engine soon" light that refuses to ever go off, and the fact that the break lights and blinkers are constantly going out. There hasn't actually been a time that I've driven the truck in which both blinkers were working. The car also overheats easily, constantly breaks down, never ceases rattling in a place that I just plain will never be able to find, and a steering wheel that's so hard to turn that it's impossible to drive with one hand and feel safe... and least for little old me. Death to the 1993 Silverado.

Curse you, Scabies!

So as it turns out, all the kittens and their mother have Scabies. Also, I seem to have me a nice case of Scabies. Ugh! It itches so much! I'm trying not to scratch, but without being concsious of it I'm doing it anyway. It's a pretty uncomfortable ailment. Anyway, I'm leaving for A&M today so I can go to my New Student Conference and register for classes. I wish that I could have set it for a later date, but this was the only one available for my major. I also have to take a math placement test tomorrow. I don't expect to pass out of Calculus, unfortunately. Aside from the fact that I hardly remember anything from Calculus, as many of you know I wasn't exactly keen on paying attention in there in the first place. Oh great, I forgot to get my diploma yesterday... I guess I could go this morning, otherwise I'd have to wait until next Monday, and I may forget, yet again, by the time Monday rolls around. Anyway, the point of this post is to let everyone know that I won't be back until either Friday night or Saturday morning, so you should all miss me tremendously. I'm not sure how many people I actually told, but you can always read this to know where I went. Feel free to call me periodically while I'm away. There's a good chance that my phone will be off or silent, but call me anyway to try and convince me that I actually have friends.

I dye... dye... dye.

I dyed my hair today that Red Copper Spritz color. It's fairly orange, but because my hair is so dark, the dye doesn't show up as easily. So for all of you that thought my hair was beautiful the way it was should just hang out with me in mild lighting. It's difficult to really tell the color isn't natural unless I go out in the sunlight, in which case it's clearly orange. I think I kind of like it, although I broke my promise to never dye my hair. I thought I could make an exception for it because I was getting paid, and without that money I can't really afford the milk... I had a thought but I can't finish it because some random guy showed up at our house asking if we wanted him to mow the lawn... it really does need to be mowed. Anyway, my hair is alright looking. I don't have a camera right now but I plan on acquiring one before I go on my milk drinking escapade. So far Ashley and Mark are in. We're all going to drink chocolate milk. Ashley and I are drinking chocolate because we prefer it to regular, and Mark's drinking it because I said that he couldn't do it and he has to prove me wrong. Men. If anybody else would like to try it feel free to join us, but this offer ends SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY... ahahaha... ah... that was a hearty laugh. Back on course: The plan is to do it tomorrow, so you have about 7 hours to contact me. It's such a pretty day. I hate to waste it cooped up inside, but until I get another credit card to afford warm-weather clothing I'm better off indoors. I guess I could just wear nothing, but there's always a chance that people like Mitch will get offended.

Bloop

Er... this is a post. You probably wouldn't recognize it since it's on my blog, and I haven't made one in such a long time. I've been too busy with Kingdom of Loathing to go to Blogger to actually type one of these things up. I'm not really sure that I have much to say, but I'll give it a shot.

I'm going to dye my hair. Not because I don't like the natural color of my hair, or because I just want a change, but becasue my sister Lizzie will pay me $10 to do it, and I like to have money. I told her that she can pick any color, and she managed to pick the only color I didn't want: orange. Actually it's called "Red Copper Spritz", but it's orange. At least with my dark hair it won't be as bright. Lizzie's hair looks awesome. It's a sort of plum color, and I surprisingly like it a lot. I wasted 50 cents trying to watch "Guess Who" at the dollar theater on Tuesday. It's the only movie I have ever walked out on. It was just sooooo bad. I felt dumber for having sat through part of it. I finally got to play Cold Winter like I've been longing to do ever since last week. We gave one of the kittens away. It was the black one, which is good because the black one was Austin's favorite and he mutilated that cat to no end. Sarah Williams is going to take the tabby, but that leaves the white one in need of a home. She's really pretty and stuff. I officially restrict Ashley from commenting about the white one. Ohhh... I almost forgot that I graduated from high school a couple weeks ago. That was pretty neat. I liked my seat, even though I did end up close to Lucas Richardson. I'm amazed that he's managed to pretend like I don't exist for an entire year. Is a congratulations in order? At any rate, I'll probably never see him and half of the other people I graduated with ever again. The other half with be with me at A&M, so it's possible that I'll see them. Tomorrow... er... today I'm going to hang out with Ashley. We're going to drink lots and lots of milk. It could be fun. Anyway, I'm working on adding more pictures to the blog. I just have to find an adapter for my phone pictures to be put on the computer. There are some pretty good ones on there... well, I might as well go to sleep. I have a big day ahead of me... today... Peace out.