Don't do caffeine.

This is a caffeinated Julianne staring at the computer screen.

Today, after managing a whopping four hours of sleep last night, I went to my first day of 12th grade. I came to the conclusion early in the day that my options were limited: grumpiness or caffeination. I went for the second option a little too eagerly and it resulted in a twitching, bug eyed pile of anxious Julianne. I may have become the female equivalent of "that guy" in my afternoon classes because I wouldn't shut up. I looked and sounded quite crazy. (In other news, I'm keeping the crazy hair around this year, since it defies most attempts at taming and I've made a vow to be as unselfconscious as possible this year. Being a self conscious teenage girl has been too time consuming in the past.)

Well, other than feeling like a crappy mess of coffee twitch, I found that my classes are fantastic. My IB English, Math and IB History classes have a lot of fantastic people and awesome teachers. It's going to be fun. My History textbook contains so much knowledge that there's a little star on the front proclaiming "Reinforced binding." The thing about IB History is that everyone was excited over the prospect of a huge textbook.

All afternoon this semester I have Co-op, where in approximately three weeks I will get placed at a workplace of somewhat my choosing for fourteen weeks of job experience. I realized for this year that I could easily schedule in all the required and chosen classes so I figured Co-op would be a useful elective. I'm really hoping for a placement at CBC, but the teacher seemed a little skeptical of that becoming a reality. If I actually want to do journalism in university, this would be a useful step but I'm not going to be unhappy if I don't get that placement. I'm sure there's lots of other lovely places out there where I would enjoy quasi-working.

I've had this feeling the last few days that my life is in an upward spiral. However, it might just be because during the summer, I learned to be content with pretty much just existing (or laying on a floor and drinking tea). I'm not sure if that's an attitude I want to keep or not. I don't want to be a burnout, but I don't want to be set on overachieving, either. Like everything else in my life, I suppose I need to find a balance.
Love,
-J-

A positive outlook: that's new.

Well, tomorrow I get back to school; I get the overwhelming feeling that this year will be really awesome. I mean, last year was ok, but I was still kind of feeling out my place in the overall picture of my school. This year will be really fun and eventful. I will let myself be miserable as little as possible, make the most of school assignments, take part in as many school activities as I possibly can and hang out with people who make me feel happy. And you have the formula for a good senior year.

Also, exciting news, I have job interview on Saturday! I looked at my phone this afternoon and I had three missed calls from home and a text from my dad that said "Call Mom asap" (there was more, but I just read the line at the top of my screen.) I called, kind of panicked as scenarios raced through my head and my mom calmly told me that Starbucks had called and wanted an interview. I got an interview for Saturday and I was really freaking excited, to the hopping up and down levels. My friends who were present received this information with varied reactions. Maegan got slightly annoyed because she has one eight hour shift at a gas station every Saturday and hates her life because she has to interact with people and locate the right types of cigarettes in the massive shelves. Tatyana half heartily congratulated me, as she is also job hunting and also now has some student loans. Will took the opportunity to scroll through his iPod and suggest pretentious hipster bands that I would have to listen to if I became a barista.

Out of all the places that could call me back from the forty resumes I have dropped off, I figured Starbucks was one of the least likely to call. But alas, they proved me wrong. Still really happy and I hope I get hired because I've accidentally let my expectations get really high. I mean, Starbucks, I would be a kick ass barista. I like coffee and people. I'm competent at remembering things. I'm just artsy enough to be a convincing barista. I am freaking adorable and eloquent. Just hire me, please, so I can stop throwing resumes at places to no avail and finally get money and stop owing my parents gas money. I was willing to flip burgers, but I would be super happy if you would save me from that fate for something I would actually enjoy. Also, drinking discounted/free caramel brule lattes during the winter would be heavenly.
Love,
-J-

Labour day 'adventures'

• I named the beavers in fountain in the above picture Harold (far left), Bentley (middle bottom), Ringo (far right) and Alfalfa (middle top). 
• As I sat at the said fountain, I was approached by a homeless guy who used the winning line "Do you have a quarter? It's not for food, it's for liquor." I appreciated his honesty and gave him that quarter. He then said I was cute and walked away, but later briefly serenaded Tatyana and me. I think I was mildly hit on by a homeless guy. Awks.*
• I went to a big flea market on one of the main streets uptown and observed the junk with amusement and wanted a snow cone but didn't have enough money.
• Sat in Queen's square and watched an elderly man from a distance as he sat on a bench, smoking a pipe and reading a Maclean's magazine.
• Made baked macaroni and cheese (as I appropriately felt like a stay at home mother for toddlers) and a taco quesadilla (and felt like a single guy who lives alone and can barely cook).
• Tried to explain my relationship with Doctor Who and failed miserably because I had too many emotions about it. I cursed Moffat for a while and then remembered ballerina dalek and felt a little better. I may or may not post about it later if I can get through writing without launching into all caps. 
• Apparently my dad's friends dropped by my house with their month old German Shepard puppy and I missed it. Sad day.
• Considered doing things but then didn't.
• Researched Mormonism for multiple hours just for the heck of it.
• Listened to jazz on 8tracks.
• I should get some tea now.

*I'm not even surprised anymore. Something about me attracts crazy people. You ever been pursued by a guy who is a hick conspiracy theorist who has a facebook group for their personal political party and a legitimate a plan to take over the world? Because I have. I wish I was exaggerating. If anyone is interested, he also once stated a brilliant plan to kill all religious people as a solution to war and he openly supports many aspects of Hitler. I approach this as follows:

Love,
-J-

Happy.

Today is a day to start sewing my purple polka dotted dress, read some books (2 away from my summer goal), take some pictures (53 away from my summer goal) and paint my nails TARDIS blue in preparation for the Doctor Who series 7 premier. I'm also wearing an exceptionally comfortable cardigan, just drank a cup of coffee and balance feels restored to the universe (unlike yesterday night).

This was a bit of a strange week and now I'm so happy that this day exists at the tail end of it. 

I'm still stuck in BEDA mode. I'll probably be posting an above average amount.
Love,
-J-

Remember - Misty Miller

An exceptionally adorable song that my friend Moriah plays often on ukulele. 

I like Moriah's better. Probably because I always sing melody and she sings harmony and it's happy.