When this memory fades, I'm going to make sure it's replaced

If you're wondering what's with the song lyrics in the blog titles, it's because I can't think of any titles. I just don't want to leave it blank.

I went to my other grandparents' today. I've acquired $150 from my relatives the last two days, the ones who have no idea what to give me for Christmas and feel guilty about it. I've decided that some of it is going towards blue streaks, and the rest is going in my savings. I sure my elderly relatives are going to be thrilled that their money went towards the 'Julianne feels like dying her hair a very unnatural color' fund. I'm not planning on letting them find out.

I got home about and hour ago, and I'm bored out of my mind already. The thought of my friends being at the mall without me, which I know they are at the moment, is making me unable to entertain myself. Colin, this kid I barely know from youth group and hangs out with my friends at Simonds, used Jamie's phone to call from the mall, and left a message in a British accent. It pretty much made my day.

I just thought that was the best part of my day, when my dad walked into my room carrying my cat, who has her head stuck in a grocery bag handle. It's been half an hour, and nobody has taken it off her yet. We're all too amused by it, I guess.

Here's some pictures from my walk this morning. They turned out even better than I thought they would, because of the new snow:

Post Christmas musings, I guess

Christmas was good, I guess. Not overly exciting. I do, however, now have a iPod touch, which I'm on right now at my grandparents' house. I went to my cousin's house earlier today. There was one of my aunt's friends there, who seemed to have big dreams for her 8 and 10 year old children. I feel sorry for the kids. She'd decided pretty much their whole future for them. I'm so glad that my parents haven't decided what they want me to do with my entire life. Well,anyway, so I got to see my pregnant cousin,my destructive cousin, my nearly blind great aunt, my dying great uncle, my first cousin with a broken leg. My goodness, I have a dysfuctional family.

Tomorrow I get to visit my other grandparents. I guess christmas means a lot of visiting in a very concentrated dose. I think we're getting pizza for lunch tomorrow by my grandmother's request. My whole family was pretty shocked by that request, as she is very meat-and-potatoes like. Being in her house is kind of like Aunt Petunia's from Harry Potter. "It seems almost too clean." It makes me feel like breathing will disturb it.

Tomorrow morning I want to go for a walk and take some pictures of the awesome old houses on my grandparents' street. I might post some of them later.

My Grammie tried to tell me how to use facebook. Epic fail.
Peace!
-J-

Things are looking up, oh finally. I thought I'd never see the day.

It's Christmas eve, it's snowing, I'm listening to Paramore, I'm having a good hair day without straightening it to death, and I practiced guitar for over an hour. It's a good day. The only slightly annoying thing today is that I'm playing 'Silent Night' in front of my church tonight with a bunch of other guitar players, and there is no way I'm going to remember the chords. I now have
A
EA
DA
DA
EA
AEA
written on the inside of my elbow. I think I'll feel like a fool if anybody notices, but forgetting the chords and having all the old ladies joking about it to me afterward is a much worse option. 'Silent Night' is just out of my comfortable vocal range. Blargh.

I'm hungry. I wonder what's for supper, or if I have to make my own food.

Today, I realized that instead of writing 'lol', I write 'that's epic'. 'lol' just bugs me too much.

I'm feeling oddly festive today, so I decided to wear a green shirt and a red scarf.

My cat decided to break into one of my presents under the tree, today. I walked into the living room this morning to see my cat's head wedged into a Christmas bag, licking the cloth bag of candy in it. I never knew Twiga was so enthusiastic about mint chocolate before.

I'm cold all of the sudden, but I'm too lazy to walk 6 feet across the room to get a sweater. Sad, isn't it?
*elevator music*
-J-

'Stacey's Mom' is stuck in my head. Kill me now.

I did my Christmas shopping today. Katie went with me, and it seems we were in hysterics for half the time because we've both been dreadfully bored for the last few days. We started talking about how some of her perfume stuff got mixed together, and now it smells like a buffalo. We were walking past some guys a little older than us at the time she stated that, and they gave us the funniest look. Then we got on the topic of one of the Christmas hats we saw in a store. I said that it looked like something somebody from Who ville would wear. She thought it was something somebody from WOOO! ville would wear. Another guy walked past us and repeated the WOOO! part. I feel like I have been mocked a lot today, but I personally don't care. I also bought myself a few things, and decided to wrap them up because I was wrapping everything else I bought. I got a box of crayons because Katie got me a Marvel coloring book, and a shirt with a unicorn on it because it was awesome, as well as half price. I'm all the happier for Christmas because I know that I'm going to get at least two epic gifts.

I was depressed today, because all the clothes in the mall were half off, and I couldn't reach the "I have mad ninja skills" shirt. Hmmmph. At least I have the unicorn shirt.

One of my friends is convinced buffalo are mystical creatures. My friend who has always been top of her class. She won't believe anybody who says otherwise. There was a similar argument last year about over whether you put water in canned soup or not. She was convinced that you didn't, so we decided to ask everybody we saw in the hallway. It is an unresolved issue to this day.

Let us see what tomorrow holds, other than a crowded church service which I will surely practically suffocate at.
Chip chip cheerio,
-J-

I started coloring a picture in a restuarant today. I think people thought I had mental issues. Were they that far off?

So, I'm in Florida this week for vacation. My parents, my brother, and my grandparents are staying in a beach house right by the ocean. The warm weather down here is definitely a nice change from two feet of snow and -15 degrees. I have, however, had to listen to lots of conversations about 'teenagers these days' or other stuff that irritates me to no end. I see why people with certain parents rebel. They're driven to it from being told what to do and what not to do all the time. Seriously, yesterday I bought blue hair dye to give myself blue streaks. I've sort of wanted to for a couple months, but all this talk about what people should do and not do is driving me crazy. I'm trying to convince my dorky brother to let me dye his hair blue, but he'll only let me if I can eat an entire small package of cinnamon Altoids at once. I think it might just be worth it.

At the airport on Tuesday, our plane was delayed from 12:25pm to 3:45pm. The only plug I could find was by a restaurant, so I sat there with my laptop for a while. I was so bored that I was talking to a girl who was charging her phone there, who eventually tried to turn me Morman. A little while later this creepy guy with 80's glasses and a southern drawl walked over and asked me how I liked my netbook. I was sufficiently creeped out. Thankfully my Grampie was there, who knows computers quite well, and made it somewhat less awkward. On the plane there was a sort of cute guy with a skateboard, and my only thought was that Sam would be pumped over the skateboard if she was there.

I didn't do any Christmas shopping this year. I fail. I'll probably go to Wal-Mart on Christmas eve and get everybody something that has to do with food. Dear me, I procrastinate far too much. Florida sort of made Christmas a little different than usual. I'm on a mission to get my parents to get a Christmas tree when we get back on the 22nd or 23rd. And I want to go Christmas caroling. Something I liked about Kenya is that I got December off, so lots of time to do a lot of Christmas things.

We went out for steak for supper tonight. It was pretty good. Afterwards, we went to the mall, one of the really big malls that they don't seem to have in Canada. I got a pair of purple converse, and I'm siked that I get a nice pair of shoes that might actually last a while.

I'm reading "A Wrinkle in Time" for the second time. I've been flustered all day trying to figure out how there's such thing as the fifth dimension. I know I'll never get it, but it really is bugging me.

Me and my friends have decided that on New Years day, at around 1pm, we're going to run up and down the streets with pots and pans and we're going to make as much noise as possible. I think that it shall be amusing, but it is sort of cruel.
Love,
-J-

You are totally jealous of my ninja aardvarks. Oh, I know you are.

Hmmm, how shall I sum up my week in a few sentences...
The Olympic flame was on the steps of my school when I got there on Wednesday.
Sam has semi-purple hair, and I'm jealous. I'm leaning towards dying my hair semi-blue during Christmas break, because I'm tired of having my boring, blond hair. Oh, and I want to horrify my grandparents with it.
I got my swine flu shot on Tuesday, and my arm killed for two days.
I found out Andrea wants to marry a guy with "Prime" for a last name, so she can name her kid Optimus.
I made an animation in Tech that has a stickman on a skateboard getting hit by a car, and then I starting working on an epic light saber battle.
I realized that I'm terrified of my English teacher. She's only forty, but she seems like she should be seventy. Today I was walking inside after lunch, and she walked past me and Sam. I was pretty zoned out, so I didn't notice the first time when she told me take my hood off. She said it again, and I actually realized that she was talking to me. We walked a bit further down the hall, Sam had her hand ready to take off her hat, and all of the sudden a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed it. My teacher freaked out, then disappeared.
I need to get a life. I've only hung out with my friends once in the last two weeks.
A few weeks ago I noticed that a food program in Kenya that my parents help run is abbreviated FML. It made my day. Apparently, when they write or talk about it, they always use the full name, as not to offend people. I wonder what effect dying my hair semi-blue will have on the old people we are trying to get to support us:)
Apparently, on facebook, out of Katie's friends, I have the best hair, because "it's like golden man :)." It made my day.
I think my life shall get less boring this week, for no apparent reason.
Hearts, to anybody who might actually magically read this.
-J-

Why am I always the third wheel?

Today I went uptown with Andrea to go to a craft fair. Why would I go to a craft fair, you may ask? Moriah and a few other people I know were doing a puppet show, and warned me a couple months ago that I would be forced to go to it. First, we had to go to a fundraiser thing because Andrea's sister was singing in it. It's this thing where they get a bunch of choirs and stuff like that, have it on TV all over the province all day, and collect pledges for poor kids' Christmas gifts. It was at my school, so I got to chill there a while. We somehow ended at MacDonald's and each got a happy meal. After that, we found ourselves at the craft fair, and the guy that Andrea accidentally added to MSN(and now they have a thing going) was there. He's a homeschooled kid, so Moriah knows him. They walked around for a while, leaving me to talk to the puppet people until they had to go do their show. Then, I had to be in the position I seem to end up with a lot; the third wheel. As much as I hate it. The guy seemed to be pretty shy, and Andrea isn't that good with conversation either, so it was sort of awkward. Whatever, I don't have to face the guy everyday, so I didn't really care what I started a conversation about.
-J-

I should write an ode to boredom. *takes mental note*

Have I really not posted since November 2nd? I think it's because nothing has happened since then.

November is a really dull month. Everything is a nasty greenish gray, and it starts to get depressingly cold. It doesn't help that it's poured rain all day, and I have no idea what to do.

Seriously, the most interesting thing that happened all week is that I got a capo for my guitar. And find out that Faber Drive had a new album out. *smile*. I got my mid-term on Friday(the 13th) and didn't do too bad. The worse was a 75% in gym.

I may just be paranoid, but a lot of people who walked past me today was giving me a creepy smile. I think I've got used to my invisibility too much.
*yawn*
-J-

Random list. Better than thinking of something funny and spitting grape juice at the wall.

Right now I'm waiting for Katie to reappear on the face of the earth, and Sam to finish doing chores that she's probably been putting off for a couple weeks already. So, I've decided to write a list of random things about me and my life.

1. My taste in music has changed significantly in the last year or so. I went from all the girly pop stuff to more 'alternative rock', I guess. I can't stand the girly pop stuff anymore.
2. My dad's car is a '94 VW Golf. It's older than me, and I can hear it from two blocks away. I'll be at somebody's house, on the second floor, and I'll say that I hear my dad's car and have to go. By the time he actually gets there, I'm standing outside waiting for him.
3. I don't have a best friend. I have a bunch of really good friends, though.
4. I read, a lot. It's pretty much one of the only things to do in Kenya, so I got in the habit.
5. I tried to mow lawns for people over the summer to make money, but the one person who wanted me to mow their lawn always seemed to call before I went away for a week or something.
6. I like being independent. I don't mind walking around school by myself(at lunch, I would, but from class to class, no). I think it's because I don't want to be held back because of the constant need to not be alone.
7. It hasn't be until recently that I've actually been confident with myself.
8. I'm never going to be friends with the "cool" people. I tend to be friends with the slightly(or overly) odd people.
9. All of my good friends, with the exception of one, I basically knew their name for a long time(even years), but nothing else. Then something forced us to get to know each other better, and now we're good friends.
10. I wear sweaters most of the time, and I sleep under two comforters and a quilt, in the summer. In the winter, I add a electric blanket and flannel sheets, too.
11. I seem to be good at making awkward moments.
12. Being a missionary kid really bugs me. When my parents drag me to churches to raise funds, I feel a lot of pressure, because these people seem to expect me to be some angelic being. And I have to be, so they see us as great people and support us. So much is expected of me, and I just can't handle that sometimes. It's not as bad as it used to be, because I don't have the title as "that Africa kid" anymore. People I see on a regular basis know me by more than that, now.
13. I'm addicted to ice tea. Especially the Arizona green tea that comes in big cans.
14. Music plays a big role in my life. When I can listen to music, I will. It feels wrong when my ipod isn't in my pocket.
15. I like to paint my nails bright colors. I have this teal that I really like.
16. I generally don't break rules unless I feel that they're really stupid, unnecessary, or unfair. What can I say? #12 still had an effect on me. I still try to stretch the rules, without actually breaking them.
17. I have a retarded cat who eats rodents in my closet every now and then. I've woken up at 5am more than once to hear weird crunching noises coming from my closet. My general procedure is throwing the cat outside my room, closing the door, and getting my dad to clean up the rodent at a later hour. I still love my kitty.
18. I complain endlessly if Christmas isn't white. I haven't had a white Christmas in years. The snow melts away on Christmas Eve, and there's a huge blizzard on Boxing Day. It's practically scheduled.
19. When I have too much caffeine, I can't be held responsible for my actions. I tend to do insane things.
20. I try to enjoy whatever's going on in my life at the moment. I'm not like,"Oh last year was so much better than this year," or ,"I'm going to hate today." I figured out that, chances are, things will always turn out fine, or good enough to live with and every now and then have a good time.
-J-

My eye, it itches. errg.

I didn't do anything all day except contemplate egging somebody's house. I have the feeling that if tomorrow, my day off, is like this, I might end up doing something extremely odd and possibly destructive. Who knows what. But I think that tomorrow I'm hanging out with my friends, and it's suppose to be sunny and nice outside. We'll probably end up sitting at a playground, because that always seems to be what happens on nice days.

I have way too much candy for my own good from Halloween. Our Robin Hood and the Merry Men costumes were pretty awesome, though.

Watching "Amazing Race" is a good way to kill time, I must say.
-J-

In the midst of all this swine flu scare, hand sanitizer is really fun to set on fire.

This week was fun. I don't even know why.

I was standing on the steps at lunch a couple days ago, talking to some people when somebody came out with a 2 liter bottle of Dr. Pepper. Sam took a drink of it, and while she was drinking it, I hit the bottom of the bottle. She ended up spilling half of it down her shirt, and threw the other half at me. We were both Dr. Pepper soaked. After we stopped laughing long enough, we finally went to the bathroom. I had PE next, and I sweated Dr. Pepper. Then there was science, and we were standing in the hall way waiting for the classroom to open, and someone said,"I smell something sort of fruity." A guy walked up to me(he was there at lunch), sniffed the air, and we said in unison,"Dr. Pepper." It was pretty awesome.

Trick or treating tomorrow!!!! I'm so pumped. Robin Hood and the Merry men are coming to conquer the world!!!! Whahaha.

Last night, I went to the Simonds dance, and it was a lot of fun. We were suppose to wear a costume, so I wore a black shirt, Sam's pink and black striped leggings, Katie's white skirt, and my pink plaid converse. I discovered that music that's good to dance to and music that I like are two entirely different things. I had a insanely great time. There's a dance at my school next week.

It was sort of funny when the big group of us were walking from Sam's house to Simonds, there were two guys at the playground. One of them asked if any of us smoked. It went something like this.
"Nope."
"We're goody-goods."
"Teacher's pets."
"What's your names?"
"Penelope"
"Fester."
"Skippy."
"Bob."
"Oh, I really need a smoke."

It made my day.

I just discovered "Fall Out Boy". How could I have missed this all these years? I think that the few songs that I downloaded will keep me from going insane for a while.

Apparently, there's no school on Monday, and I just found out today. Maybe that's why I'm so happy.

I'm going to youth group in an hour or so. And I'm procrastinating from practicing guitar. I haven't practiced at all since my lesson, and it was on Tuesday.

My cat is currently curled up on my piano bench, curled up in a spot that's significantly less than a square foot.
-J-

One of my life aspirations: to wash dishes

I volunteered myself to wash dishes at this meal thing today at my church. What can I say? Apparently there's going to be barbecued chicken and homemade cheesecake. I'm bringing Sam along so I have help(and I have somebody to hang out with), because as of now, we're the complete clean up crew for a meal for 100 people.

Yesterday I went to Simonds and hung out with a bunch of my friends from last year. It was pretty fun, but all of the sudden I realized just how much I miss them.

My life has slowly been improving the last few days. I could go as far as saying the last few days have been almost fun.

Today is one of those curl-up-and-watch-movies days. It's 5 degrees and raining, so I'm not in a hurry to go outside.

Speaking of that, my movie has loaded.
-J-

Argh. Meh. Grrr. Ahhhh. Ya get my drift.

I've realized that how much junk food I eat is directly proportional to how miserable I am. I must be pretty miserable this week, because I've consumed enough junk food to fill a bus.

Also, how miserable I am can be told by how loud I listen to music. It's quite a bit louder than it absolutely has to be to block everything out.

And yet I really I don't know why I feel so crappy. I think that all of my annoyance towards school, friends, and everything else is coming out at once. Maybe I'm slowly and painfully inching towards a mental breakdown.

Dear God, please make something happen to make my life bearable.

I think I'm allergic to my eyeliner. Oh, the joys of life.

Tomorrow's Thursday, so... there's nothing special going on. One day closer to Friday. *sigh*. And, the weather forecast says there's suppose to be rain and possibly snow, inland. Is where I live inland? I sure hope not.

Pet Peeve of the day: electronic sounding music that's auto tuned to death. I hate it SO much.

I should probably get ready to go to bed, so I'm not extremely tired on top of everything.
More peeved than usual,
Juls

Has time has slowed down this week, or is it just me?

I'm waiting to go to youth group, and I'm actually really siked to go to it.

It's been really cold the last few days, as in, below freezing. In the freakin middle of October. *sigh*. Canada, you make me depressed.

I really have nothing to write. It was a boring, cold week. Oh, we got about an inch of snow on Tuesday. It melted by Wednesday morning. On Tuesday I stayed home, because I woke up with a horrible headache. Today in gym class, I walked around in rectangles with my 'vertically challenged' friend. My friends are going to go see "Zombieland" tonight, and I'm not a fan of zombie movies, so I 'don't have the money' or 'have youth group', according to who you ask. Both are true, but I attempted to make them sound more serious than they were.

And I'm too tired of racking my brains to come up with things to write tonight. So, chip chip cheerio.
-J-

What does it say when a chair makes me angry?

I just have to express how much I hate this chair I'm sitting right now. It's a computer chair that my Grampie has sat in many hours of everyday for years and years. It has barely any padding left, and is always tilting forward. I hate it with a passion.

Lounging around, trying to look busy, on two different occasions

I wrote this earlier, when I went to my grandparent's house, that don't have internet:

I’m visiting my grandparents(my mom’s parents) right now. I’m sitting at a table in their basement, hiding behind a big vase of dusty dried flowers, attempting to ‘look busy’. By listening to music, and if anybody asks what I’m doing, I’ll say I’m doing homework. *pfft*. It’s Saturday, and I have some sort of rule in my mind about doing homework on Saturdays, which is it can wait unless certain death results in not doing it immediately. My parents know that, but it’s not like they’d say anything.

I really want either an ice capp or an Arizona green tea right now. We’re going into town after this, so I can get something there. The $2.16 in my pocket is itching to be spent.

Yesterday, when I was walking out of Subway into the parking lot, I sort of zoned out in the middle of crossing the street. After a car almost hit me, my knee locked up, and hurt like heck. I told my parents to not let me cross a parking lot on my own again yesterday. I did, however, cross a parking lot, but that was to Tim Hortons to get my caffeine fix, and surprisingly didn’t get smeared across the pavement.

I watched Corner Gas at my other grandparent’s house last night. Corner Gas is so pathetic that I love it. In the first episode, the town was falling apart because everybody was going to go hang out at the new ATM machine. The best part of it was when they showed the sign for the town that said; “Dog River” and under that in smaller letters, “See our ATM.” I was great. I forget what the second was about, because, in his own words, my Grampie is a better door than a window.

Oh, gosh, I NEED CAFFEINE. I didn’t sleep well last night, because the bed was rock hard and my mom decided that 7:30am would be a good time to walk into the room and flip on the light. Maybe I can take a nap back here without anybody noticing… nope, dad just noticed me hiding. Fifteen minutes is pretty good record for being in the same room with a bunch of people without being noticed. Actually, when I think about it, there are probably people in my class at school, who, after a month, still haven’t noticed me. What do I do that makes me so invisible?

Not only are these dusty dried flowers in front of me dusty and old, but they’re plastic, too. And their colors make me depressed. Dark green, faded pink, pale green, and brown. I like my room at home because it’s full of nice bright, happy colors, like blue, bright green, and yellow.
Smiles,
-J-

Thanksgiving is slowly approaching.

Right now, I'm sort of procrastinating from packing for my grandparents house this weekend. I wonder when my mom is going to notice that I'm not up and about at the early hour of 10am.

I haven't been to my grandparents house since Easter or something like that. It's a cute little house, about the size of a apartment. And really crowded when there's six people staying there. They have this tiny table that takes up the whole width of the kitchen when there's all of us sitting around it. One time we had finally situated everybody around it comfortably, and all of the sudden the phone rang. In the next room. It was great.

Yesterday, I ended up taking the bus to Sam's house. The bus driver was driving about a speed that I could have probably kept up if I had walked by it, while venting to the old lady sitting at the front about the new rule that you can't smoke within 8 meters of an entrances at the mall. When I got to Sam's house, Katie was already there, and we took a cab with Sam's mom to the hospital, since she had to go there for work. We talked the whole ride about what guys we could dress up for the Miss Oktoberfest thing, and what we could make them wear(it ranged from sparkly purple dresses, a purple boa, and heels to fishnets and a jean skirt. The cab driver said he pitied these guys). After a bit of walking up and down the halls, we finally found Ashley's room, and ended up hanging out with her for two hours. Considering that there aren't really any places to 'hang out' at a hospital, we stood in this random narrow hallway for a while, then moved to a corner in the kid's playroom with a little plastic chairs, then to a closet like thing with a bunch of chairs sitting around a table. It took us three elevators to get out of the hospital, as we were quite lost. The bus eventually came, and we got uptown. I was sort of hungry by then, and we made a stop at MacDonald's. I got a large fries, and shared it with Sam. We walked on the boardwalk, then sat on a bench facing the skate park for a while. We slowly made our way back, and I got my much needed ice capp. We stoped on this floating dock to read the names and random song lyrics people wrote on it. At the bus stop, we were sort of hyper from the ice capps, and we were dancing and overall scaring the people there. We got off at the mall, because Sam desperately needs new shoes. Katie and I are always making cracks about her shoes, like how it's really time to get new shoes when your old ones can walk away by themselves. They smell like crap, vomit, and really smelly feet all put together, and we're convinced that if somebody touches them, their hand will disintegrate. We went to a bunch of places, but she just couldn't find any she liked that were her size. We stopped to talk to one of our friends who works at the juice place, and she gave us some bananas. I took one, and Sam took so many that she had to get a bag. The greeter in Wal-Mart thought it was funny that she was carring a big bag of bananas.
We chilled on the couchs in Sears for a while, until the lady working there came over and got mad at us for sitting there.

The Office made me happy last night.
-J-

Five day weekend. *smile*.

I think I'm going to the hospital, then uptown on the bus with a couple of my friends, today. We're going to the hospital to visit one of Sam's friends, who's there all weekend for tests or something like that, which has got to be miserable.

I've listened to my entire ipod playlist three times in the last two days. I'm wondering when I'm going to get sick of my music, and get depressed and spend an afternoon surfing itunes, trying to find new songs to listen to. It happens every little while.

'Forever and always' by Taylor Swift just came on, and I had a random thought of last year when one of my friends altered it so that she was singing it about a fish or something like that. It was pretty awesome.

I ate a gigantic bagel, egg and cheese sandwich for breakfast this morning. I didn't eat very much yesterday, (which, to my standards, is yougurt for breakfast, cheese, crackers, and M&Ms for lunch, and this odd pasta casserole thing for supper), so this morning I was starving.

Techno irritates me.

Next week at school, there's "Oktoberfest" thing going on. They're having a bunch of random things, like "Miss Oktoberfest", where girls get to dress up guys as girls. At the assembly that they were telling us about it, one of the girls on the stage yelled,"Que the music!". 'Everytime we touch' started blasting, and a guy came running on to the stage, wearing a blond wig, tight shorts, and a some sort of leopard print top. I was scarred for life, especially when he started shaking his butt. All of my friends were sort of sitting there, twitching. It was just so disturbing.

I should probably take a shower, if I want to leave the house at all today. It's almost 11 o'clock.

Just reading over what I wrote, I really don't have a very oraganized thought pattern.

I should wear a random hat today.

Anyways, now that I've written down all this stuff, and realized that it's only Thursday. Maybe I can direct my random urges to write stuff somewhere else, and save the internet from all the crap about my life.
-J-

I want tic tacs for no apparent reason, right now.

A couple minutes ago, I was in a heated discussion with myself on whether I should paint my nails lime green or bright pink. I finally came to the conclusion of bright pink.

Today, at Sunday school, I was in the middle of a cross fire of Bibles and pencils. I guess that's what happens when you put too many guys with ADHD in one room together. It finally ended when two middle school guys started beating each other up, and one picked up a chair. Everyone at Sunday school is so angelic, don't you think? *sarcasm*.

This weekend, I spent a ton of time cleaning my room. No, cleaning is an understatment. More of sterilizing it. I swept, dusted, Windexed, and reorganized almost every object and surface. I have a few bags of crap, like dollar store fans I got six years ago, faded candles, doll clothes, etc. I really need to get out more, thinkest I.

I moved out of my locker on Thursday. Now I'm sharing with Sam, who is incedibly unorgainized, but I can put up with it, since she's one of my best friends.

Random question: why is it that whenever someone is the least bit sick, they say that they have swine flu?

I'll be happy when the ice rink opens, even though that means that it's practically winter. I have friends to go skating with this year, instead of being a loner like last year and have random fruity kids skate up and make fun of me. I don't think making fun of me is a wise decision when I'm wearing blades on my feet.

Should I take a shower tonight, or take on in the morning? I'm annoyed with myself because I can't make up my mind. Ok, I'll take one in the morning, because I need something to wake me up on Monday mornings. And I'm too lazy to do it now. Both good reasons.

There's only a three day week! Yeah! And then there's a five day weekend, filled with turkey and Stovetop, and somewhat tense family visits in an overly clean house that smells like old people. Yeah. And family visits that are actually fun, in the deepest depths of the sticks.

I should go to bed.
-J-

I heart Paramore x1000000

I got the new Paramore album today, Brand New Eyes. It's amazing. I'm on my second time listening through it in the last hour, which is saying something for me, because I usually get sick of music really fast.

Surprisingly, the only thing that went wrong today is that my bus broke down coming back to school. Friday and Monday were possibly some of the worse days of my life. I don't think that the constant rain for the last few days has helped much. I don't really like going into details about my bad days on the internet, but turns out my locker buddy dislikes me because I'm 'stuck up'(?????), and now is on a rampage to try to piss me off. I don't know what I did, but apparently she can't stand seeing me for thirty seconds or less at our locker every day. That was Monday's problem. On Friday, nothing went right. I forgot my lunch, I only had $1.25, I couldn't find my friends at lunch, I had a detention, and when I bought chips from the vending machine, they just had to get stuck. I went into the office across the hall, because apparently they can get them out, and I melted. That day just sucked. NOTE TO SELF: NEVER READ THIS PARAGRAPH AGAIN. IT WILL ONLY MAKE YOU DEPRESSED.

Today, after lunch, there was an assembly. Actually, there were two assemblies. I didn't know about the one for 9th graders that I was supposed to go to, but I ended up doing to the assembly about safety at workplaces, and we saw a video about people who broke their back, lost fingers, and got their leg fed through a wood chipper. Apparently the other assembly was about being 'a well rounded person'. I'm pretty glad I missed it, even if I might have nightmares about the other one.

*sudder* I was listening to "Playing God" by Paramore, and it came to the part, 'If you point another finger I might have to bend it back or break it off.' That is gruesome. Especially with the previous paragraph. Ugh. At least, I think that's what it said.

I'm settling back into my monotonous school life. It's pretty depressing, actually. I actually have gotten used to waking up too early, going to a bunch of boring classes that I really don't learn much in, then hang out with half of my best friends at lunch(while the other half are at Simonds), and, go to afternoon classes, one of which I'm surrounded by the stoners who entice me to start writing a bus list(a list of people who I want to hit with a bus). Then I take a bus home, where I then eat supper and do whatever crap I want to do. Writing it down makes it seem all the worse. NOTE TO SELF: NEVER READ THIS PARAGRAPH AGAIN, EITHER.

There's a fly going around my room, and it is making me really annoyed. I never seem to be able to get rid of it.

I'm really tired. Must be from... I don't know. I didn't do anything today that should even make me remotely tired.

Tomorrow it's suppose to be sunny. Life is looking up, I guess.
-J-

Mondays. *sigh*.

Watching TV is something to do when you realize you have no life

I generally can't just watch TV with nothing else to do. I usually end up playing with my hair or something like that, which can end up badly sometimes. One time, I ended up with a comb stuck in my hair for hours. So, to avoid disaster, I'm going to write here while I watch Amazing Race, one of the decent shows that the three channels at my house has to offer.

It's now that I realize that I have absolutely nothing to say. Anyways, see ya later.
-J-

I have an Etch-A-Sketch Pen!!!!

It's true, I have a pen that has an Etch-A-Sketch on the end of it. It makes me immensely happy, even though I've never fully figured out how to draw anything on them. I can draw lovely messes of lines. Yeah!!!

I have absolutely nothing to do right now. I sort of counted on hanging out with some of my friends tonight, but they seem to have fallen off the edge of the earth. I called both of their houses, and the people there both said they were at the other person's house. So I'm stuck at my house with nothing to do. I should have a musical-athon. Watch 'Mamma Mia' for the 20th time. Yippee.

I'm accident prone today. I managed to hurt my toe while tripping over my laptop cord. My laptop was far enough from the edge of the table that it didn't go off. I hate to see what tomorrow brings, because I'm going to a camp for the day that includes a pool, rock climbing wall, a ropes course, and a bunch of other potentially lethal things.

So far, high school isn't a big success with me. It's like 7th grade all over again. I say like a couple sentences to one girl in my classes a few times a day. The rest of the time, I stay completely silent. And the sad thing is, I didn't realize it until the middle of Science class today. I keep thinking to myself that I should say something every now and then, but I'm slowly becoming the weird quiet kid, I think. Probably only a handful of people even know I'm there. I have friends pretty much everywhere except in my classes. Do you know how depressing that is? At least I have friends to retreat to, when in 7th grade, the only friends I had to retreat to were living a couple thousand miles away.

I need some music to rock out to, and to find my friends who have mysteriously disappeared from the face of the earth.

I should watch Twilight, to make fun of it's corniness, and Edward's ugliness. In my opinion, Twilight would have been a good book, something that I would read, enjoy, then forget about in a couple weeks, if it hadn't made it so big. There's nothing special about it, other than it's really poorly written for something that's so popular. The movie was horrible. The whole thing goes something like this:

Edward sits there looking pained.
Bella says something with no expression what-so-ever and looks scared.

And, actually, that pretty much sums it up. A week ago my friend and I found a bunch of posters in her room that she got from magazines, a lot of them were Twilight, so our automatic response was to get out sharpies and deface them. We made out Robert Pattison to be such a narcissistic dirtbag that we couldn't even talk for about half an hour because we were laughing too hard. On one poster, there was multiple pictures of him, so on each one, we made him describe a different one of his sharpie beards. Red and green spiked beard: "My beard goes like this after I haven't showered for a few months. It's HOT." Big bushy brown beard with dots in it: "This is my Tuesday beard. It's good at catching lasanga." Under that, in smaller letters, we wrote,"How does one catch lasanga with one's eyebrows? I'll show you!"

Railing about Twilight on a blog probably isn't a good way to get friends. But I'm not against Twilight itself, but the movie, which pretty much killed the book for me. I now picture Edward as a caveman, and Bella as a monotoned girl who is incapable of showing expression. *shudder*.
-J-




This is picture a took a couple weeks ago of my guitar. I thought it was sort of cool, even though it uploaded crappy quality. I just feel like posting an occasional picture, that might happen to be of interest of anybody who happens to come across this.

The first day of school was chaos. I got lost so many times in the four floors of school. I had to ask two different people how to get to the outside door :S. They divided all the 9th graders into homerooms based on alphabetical order on the entire list, so it ended up that none of my friends were in my homeroom. And none of my friends are in any of my other classes. And I have PE, my most intensely hated subject, every day for the next month and a half.

But, the good things about high school are, uh, I my bus comes at around 8:30, which is later than I last year. Second, is that I didn't get rookied(had my face marked all over with sharpies, which seems to happen to freshmen a lot during the first week.) I found a couple potential friends in my class, who seem really nice. I have to share a locker with one of them, because my school is way too overfilled, so 9th graders need to share lockers.

One of my friends who is going to another high school was talking to me on the phone, and was listing off the people in her class, most of them who I knew. It turns out that most of them were the most annoying people I've ever met. I was sitting there, and my dad was listening to me saying,"Oh, slap him for me, will ya? No wait, forgot about him and slap the other guy." I'm so nice to the people that bug me.

I got the new Boys Like Girls album. I was sort of disappointed, but I think it'll be like the first one and slowly grow on me until I'm sort of obsessed with it.

I've got to go, because there's another busy day tomorrow. Joy.
-J-

The last painful moments of summer :'(

I forgot how painful the last few hours of summer are. I have no idea what to do, which makes them even worse. I've already double and triple checked that everything is ready for tomorrow.

Well, one good thing about tomorrow is that Boys Like Girls is releasing a new CD. So at least there's one thing to look forward to. I've really grown to love their music over the summer. I'm also pretty pumped for the end of September, when Paramore's new CD comes out. Ignorance was an awesome song, so I hope the rest of the album is up to that.

I had way too much caffeine today. A cup of coffee with breakfast, and a medium ice capp from Tim Hortons. Last time I had that much caffeine, I was at the airport picking up some of my friends who I hadn't seen for years. My mom later wrote something like this on her facebook status,"Caffeine+ teenager+ excitment+ airport= chaos." My aunt asked how bad it was, and my mom said she was glad I wasn't tased.

This afternoon I hung out with a bunch of my friends. Half of us are going to one high school, and half of us going to another. It's quite tragical. That's part of the reason I don't know what to expect this year. I mean, I've be with some of my friends since Kindergarden, and now they're not going to be part of my daily life like I'm used to them being.

This may sound really whiny and annoying, but I have to complain about it. I never get zits, and right now my face is covered with them. My luck sucks. I wondering what else can happen to make my life just a little harder. My cell phone died a few days ago, but I got a new one already. The van died, so now I have to try harder to get places. And my city is really annoying and spread out, so it takes an eternity to walk anywhere. And my dad has to take his car to work, and my school is uptown, so if I miss the bus, I have no clue how I would get there. Sorry about my venting, but it's hard to be optimistic during the final hours of summer.

I really should practice some songs on guitar. I usually sort of lose myself when I play guitar, so it might be a good thing to do to forget about my imminent doom.
-J-

I thought school was sneaking up on me, then it practically ambushed me :(

Tonight is my last night that I can stay up late, before school. It's rather depressing, how fast summer can go by. Tuesday, at some horribly early hour, I will have to get up to be carted off to high school. I'm sort of looking forward to being more social, but I have absolutely no clue what to expect. Pretty much the only thing I know is what time my bus is picking me up. I used to be really uptight about details, but I guess I got over that eventually. I guess I'll just sort of hope that I end up in the right place and figure out how to do things.

Yesterday, on the way back from a daytrip, my family's van broke down. We were on the side of the highway, after dark, in middle of nowhere. A couple stopped and drove my dad into town to get transmission fluid. My mom, brother, and grandparents stood outside the reeking van for about half an hour in the pitch black. It gave me a good story to tell I guess, but all that really came of it is that the van is sitting propped up on the driveway, waiting to be fixed. Right now, my only means of transport are walking, taking to bus, or my dad's lovely '94 VW Golf, that's a color that is practically impossible to tell if it's blue or green.

I'm actually tired, so I'll try to get as much sleep out of summer as I still can.
-J-

Lazy day :)

Today was a very uneventful day. But the weather was amazing. It wasn't too warm or cold. I sat on the picnic table in my backyard all afternoon. I spent about an hour taking pictures of random stuff like the hammock, shed, swing set, apple tree, canoe, and my Arizona green tea can. I got a couple cool pics :). It always makes me happy when I get a few nice pictures in a day.

I took the lighthouse picture in July when I was staying in a cottage on this little island in the middle of nowhere. It was an adorable lighthouse. I really don't have much to say, so that's why I posted the pic.
-Juls

Summer

Well, here's my blog. I'm not quite entirely sure what I'm going to write about yet, but it'll probably end up being a bunch of unimportant, completely random things that happen in my life that I feel like sharing, or find sort of funny.

I've been loving summer. Who doesn't like warm weather, and lots of time to do whatever you want? I've been swimming a lot, and walking around barefoot never gets old.

Yesterday I attempted to skateboard. I generally have bad balance to start out with, and every now and then fall over for no reason at all, so imagine how well I do with wheels. First, I managed to launch the skateboard backwards, landing halfway across my friend's lawn. For a little while I was doing fine, but then I decided to see if I could turn it. The board flipped over, and I landed on my butt. I definitely have mad board skills.