Life lesson: wish lego upon the feet of your enemies.

Today was the first grad class dress up day: dress as your favorite childhood character, i.e the one that you have to put the least effort into looking like. I dressed up as Emily Elizabeth from Clifford and felt happy that I had an excuse to wear striped knee socks and a skirt all day long. I think the costume that gave me the most amusement was Allan's, as he was dressed as Steve from Blue's Clues but didn't have a dark green and light green striped shirt. He solved this by taking a blue and green striped shirt and halfheartedly covering the blue stripes with light green painting tape. It looked good from a distance but when he walked into math class, it took me a full five minutes to recover from my hysterical laughter. There was also David, the SRC president, who dressed as a local newscaster and walked around trying to interview people all day. It suited him, as I have heard David described as "a forty year old man stuck in a adolescent 118 pound frame." I suppose it goes hand in hand with the fact that his favorite childhood character is a newscaster.

Choir also started today and I feel fulfilled again with music, teamwork and happy thoughts. Our choir is suddenly bordering on around a hundred members, which means about one in every twelve people who go to the school is in choir. Team Alto has twenty people, which is ridiculous. I don't know what prompted this sudden jump in numbers. I guess choir just became cooler this year than ever before.

Something I suppose I've learned from tonight is that if you don't want to do homework, hang out with your friends over facebook in a group that was created for little purpose and is now just used for mediocre details of our lives that are mildly amusing.

 . . . such as Maegan and I wishing terrible things on poets, the fact that Will's mom is making beet pancakes and a picture of Tatyana posing with her oversized teddy bear that we nicknamed the Comfort Slut because everybody hugs it when they are sad and we're abnormally eloquent. Tonight, I covered six post-its with notes on Pablo Neruda and that's everything I've gotten done on my homework night. I think I can piece together enough information tonight to make myself feel productive.
Love,
-J-

Face poking and plastic dinosaurs.

I got a root canal today. After my mouth was frozen, I was left alone in a dentist chair for around twenty minutes and, not going to lie, spent the entire time poking my face. Then they drilled my tooth while I closed my eyes and fought all my panic instincts. I hate the sound of ice scrapers on car windows so I especially hated that sound in my mouth. Now my tooth feels strange but thankfully my face finally unfroze. It was weird not being able to use two thirds of my bottom lip, especially when it came to trying to drink a glass of water and unintentionally spitting it everywhere. 

In school, sometimes I like the occasional assignment where I get a bit of freedom to be a fool, such this one from our creative non-fiction unit in English class. One of the questions asked what I had in my backpack, to imagine that these things were now in an alien's backpack and what I could tell about the alien. I answered the following:

Some of the items I carry in my backpack include a water bottle, a chapstick and a plastic dinosaur. If this were an alien's backpack, I could deduce that it's a life form that requires water and has opposable thumbs, or uses bottles as club like weapons. I can also assume from the chapstick that it's slightly vain and wants to keep up an unchapped appearance. From the plastic dinosaur, I can speculate that the alien can time travel and wanted a memento with which to remember prehistoric earth. 

I haven't heard back from Starbucks yet and I'm dying a slow and painful death especially because Maegan was hired on the spot at another Starbucks yesterday and I don't want to not get hired and unintentionally hate her. Because that is a thing I will do if that happens.

What did I used to do with these school evenings? They're so uneventful and I can only procrastinate for so long from homework that inevitably needs done.
Love,
-J-

I feel pretty, oh so pretty.

I think that my job interview went quite well. I found out early in the interview that the lady was a pastor's wife and that made playing up my church summer student job quite easy. I also name dropped Moriah's sister because I knew she worked at that Starbucks for a long time because the opportunity arose. Considering she wrote down on the paper 'Friend of Hannah's' I think that the name drop will work in my favour. Whahahaha. #Juliannefinallygetsaninterviewanddoesitlikeaboss. The way she was talking to me makes me think that I have a seriously good chance at getting this job. I also want to sell my soul to Starbucks because they have a ton of benefits like free coffee and tea, free drinks during work, the ability to transfer to another if you move (aka, university), and after working there for a year they help with paying for your university. Also, the lady gave me a free tea at the end of the interview. My old supervisor had better not screw this up for me, being my reference and all. If he doesn't say nice things I will never talk to him again. I want this job because it would give a steady income and a sort of financial security I probably wouldn't have otherwise in the upcoming years.

Also I'm nearly finished my pretty purple polka dot dress. It's turning out really nice, all I need to do now is sew the neckline/straps part on and it will be in a wearable state. It's really freaking adorable and I want to wear it to tea parties with the floppy brimmed hat that I recently acquired from thrifting.

Other than that, today was super mediocre. I went to a grad class barbeque and was awkwardly present. I got lost three times on the way there and two times on the way back. I am so directionally challenged and somehow this means that I always head the opposite way than where I want to go. At one point I got stuck on the highway going the wrong way and had to back track nearly twenty minutes. I spent about two hours altogether trying to get across town and back and now I have this lurking paranoia that I have the inability to drive anywhere without ending up somewhere completely different.

I will now fill the rest of the evening with jazz playlists from 8tracks, homework and Gilmore Girls. I like staying in on Saturday nights more than I should for a teenager, but what can you do.
Love,
-J-

Oh, high school.

The second day of school proved to be another interesting day.

I received my books for IB English this morning, all eight or nine of them. I carried the whole stack to my locker all in one trip and felt a significant increase in my nerd cred. The first assignment is on Pablo Neruda; a poetry collection titled "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair" sounds right up my alley with my emotionless shell of cynicism and general hatred for all that is cheesy.

I also stood in line for over half an hour for a free barbeque. Goodness, what I am willing to do for free food. At least I was standing with a line compatible group of people. I've waited so long to find a group of line compatible people.

I've decided that my Co-op teacher is awesome. She told us a bit about herself today, after everyone else in the class also did, and she's one of those people who I really admire because they have drive to do things. She was bored with school, so she did her bachelor's degree in three years instead of four. She was going through an uneventful period in her life, so she went skydiving. When she told us about her life, it felt like a subtle motivational speech for us to do awesome things with our lives.

It was a contrast to the fact that there was a kid sitting in the class who was discernibly drunk. Between hitting on a girl in the back row, bumming papers to roll joints in, subtly offering to bake the class hash brownies and asking uncomfortable personal questions to people, he was quite the sight. Being drunk during class on the second day of school kind of is conclusive proof of giving up on everything. The only redeeming thing he did during that class was briefly speak in the Batman voice. I've decided he is "that guy" who is referred to when people say "don't be that guy."
Love,
-J-