To YOLO or not to YOLO:

The question facing the hearts and minds of many an IB 12 student in the next few weeks of the long awaited exams. (because I am now Sufjan Stevens and will name my blogposts much as he names his songs.)

I've compiled some fancy multimedia stuff to express how I currently feel:

 

 

I'm so done with senior year. So. Done. SO DONE.

There's a week and a half until my IB English exams and I've come to terms that I'll never be more prepared than I am at this moment. I'll YOLO this thing for all it's worth, which is very little in the grand scheme of things.

IB History, however, is the sort of thing where I need to throw together some sort of outlines of knowledge. Probably almost entirely focusing on Nazi Germany because I think I can cover nearly everything I need to with that. 

Doesn't help that music festival is in a week and there's five choir practices between now and then.

I don't like knowing that I'll be facing a lot of stress and internal chaos until May 10th. I have a feeling that after that, real life is suddenly going to slap me in the face with I'll have a gazillion other realities. 

Note: so much wasted time compiling my above multimedia collection. But know what?

Hearts,
Julianne 

Unintentional hiatus.

 Lately, when it comes to blogging (or much of anything for that matter), I start typing things and then can't find the motivation to draw it to any conclusion or finishing point. Even now I'm struggling to keep typing this post instead of half heartedly hitting "Save" and going on with my unintentional hiatus. I've written all of a sentence in the entire last week of journalism class. I've written three points on my outline for my IB English exam prep that was due a week ago.

I'm hoping that by acknowledging my complete inability to finish anything will help me get out of my rut.

In other news, on a field trip to the court for law class I unknowingly took an almost identical picture of the same staircase that's on the cover of a math textbook:

My life is currently so exciting. *sarcasm.* I now see my future as a taker of stock photos, perhaps already existing one.
Hearts,

Julianne

Kiss Me Kate.

 

(It starts getting interesting at around 2:45)

Since I'm not in musical this year due to work, I stopped by early out of nostalgia.

I forgot how strange a culture musical forms: all these people who get used to being around each other all the time in all these different roles and levels of importance. During performance week, weird groups of people/ couples get attached to each other. Everyone is all pumped up all the time.

Apparently people also try to unsuccessfully make Kraft Dinner in the student council microwave and end up with an inedible clump of starch.

I collapsed on a comfy chair in the student council room while listening to Great Big Sea for a while, then I helped out with some hair and makeup stuff. I put foundation on about a dozen people, including some of my guy friends who looked really pretty. Victor combed my hair for a while as a sort of nervous habit and to prove to people that all girls' hair isn't that difficult to comb. Then I ran around pretty aimlessly until I took a seat upstairs.

Everybody in the musical was really good and so many of them are such good actors. Even though I wasn't a part of it, it's good to see so many of my friends accomplishing things like this. I'm friends with most of the cast and at least acquaintances with almost everyone else.

Noah showed up unexpectedly which was nice. Mike and I argued over who would get him. Mike said he should because he "slept with him all summer" (context: they worked at a camp together). Noah met Will which was a thing that needed to happen so that they can form a beautiful bromance based around the same obscure music.

I got and gave lots and lots of hugs and David tried to suffocate me with his cape. Basically everything that can be expected after a show.
Hearts,
Julianne

Haha (it's been an awful week)

Good things the past week:

• Gerald got the cyst removed from his brain and I believe everything went well. 
• I got a tenor ukulele.
• I went on a Thursday adventure.
• I've suddenly gained a new appreciation for Radiohead and it's been keeping me from losing my shit all week.
• Frappuccinos that taste like thin mints (one scoop vanilla bean, one scoop frap chips and one pump peppermint)  
• Finishing the last major IB assignment and only having exam prep left until the hellish IB stress is over after 3 years.

Bad things about this week:

• I had to drive the minivan a bunch.
• Tatyana announced that she's moving to Ontario permanently before the end of the month and I realized she's a lot of the stability in my life. I feel it's inevitable that somethings will fall apart when she leaves, for the worst and for the better.
• James' dad died. 
• That prompted James to break up with Katie after two and a half years. I spent time on this between comforting Katie with my miniscule levels of empathy and wondering if I'll be able to easily continue being friends with both of them even though I really want to.
• Will was inspired by Reeves and on Friday night he walked across town in a questionably sober state. I love the kid but (1) it was 10pm and (2) I had had a slightly traumatic incident occur 30 seconds before I walked out of my house. I was trying to react to too many aspects of my life while he was very bad moral support because he was amazed by and frightened by lights and was shoving commandeered coffee cake into his face.
• It's become painfully obvious that my parents' marriage is hanging by a thread.
• Knowingly consuming at least 800 calories, not including my actual supper, in one sitting in the form a frappuccino and a chocolate chip cookie because eating my feelings is happening.

 Hearts,
Julianne