Bullying the mayor (again) and waffles.

• People have started romanticizing the 90's. I've decided that I don't believe in the 90's; they're a conspiracy. 
• In Rainbows is actually just a really good album. Something in my brain clicked and I like Radiohead now, which was unexpected.
• What do people use Saturdays for, anyway? I have my first one off in months tomorrow. Actually, IB exam studying will happen.
• I often instinctively stop at Starbucks, not even the one I work at, because I know there are usually cool people working there who can bequeath caffeinated beverages upon me. I usually yell "I love you" at everyone as I leave. I need to be drinking age so I can become a regular at a bar, where I can live out a sitcom existence instead of just bothering local baristas.
• I've decided to intentionally embrace the radio. There are stations that actually play reasonable music without ads (thank you, CBC). There's something refreshing about listening to the radio because it's a dying form of desirable background noise. Especially because evenings are jazz followed by chill music. CBC gets me.
• Pro-tip: take selfies, it makes you feel better.
• My entire English class is going out to breakfast on Monday and the thought of waffles has actually motivated me through this week.
• Working on a school paper in Journalism has lead to a small series of events to test how far we can push things and still get them published. So far a word search with 'booty' secretly hidden in it has been created. Also, with the blessing of our teacher who wanted a page to have a more local feel, we put a picture of our city's mayor with heart over his face on the back page. 
• Our mayor is a running joke and I'm not sure how it started. Someone in my Law class also tried to call him during a review game last week because we had a phone a friend option to answer a question. 
• Several months ago, Will also tweeted at him asking him if he was considering running for pope. A teacher told Will to "stop cyber bullying the mayor."
• Apparently people at work have been previously written up for doing latte art. My job is increasingly less fun as time goes on. However, the ban on latte art didn't stop one of my supervisors from giving me a brief lesson in latte art. We're such rebels.

Hearts,
Julianne

Make it stop.

I'm a person who finds comfort in routine and structure. I like when something happens at the same time every day or every week and I can find a rhythm. I find comfort in Java Tuesdays with Missy and Tea Wednesdays with Shawn.

However, finding routine is hard when there's so much happening around me. Especially when everything I do seems to come in intense bursts. I completed most of my yearbook section working day and night for two weeks. I write most big papers over the two or three days before they're due. Choir is occupying my lunch and after school time for this week in intense preparation for music festival. I'm suppose to be crunching and preparing for IB exams like crazy. Most of these things occupy a lot of time, then just suddenly cease to matter because they're done and over with. I can't find routine in bursts of crazy.

Sporadic shift work doesn't help, especially through this period when all the Starbucks in the city are simultaneously understaffed and determined to hire minimal new people. I try to schedule time to do school stuff but then I end up with shifts and being tired and things just don't get done. Six hours of school, followed by five hours of work, followed by the feeling that there's homework to be done but being too tired to actually do it is an exhausting sort of day, especially after a few consecutive ones.

I've gotten to the point where anything on top of the normal school and work responsibilities makes me want to tell people they're asking to much of me and proceeding to keel over. Balancing school, extracurriculars, a part time job and a social life is wearing me down.

Make it stop. Waiting it out is getting old.

In good news of things actually looking up, my IB exams are over as of May 9th, giving me two free periods and a thoroughly less demanding year end, plus significantly fewer reasons to try caring about anything at all. I have a maximum of two exams in June, for Law and possibly Journalism.

But for now I'll just listen to Sigur Rós and try to stop feeling bad about everything for a little while, blatantly ignoring my exam review because I'm tired and every little thing frustrates me. I want to read, drink tea, and not move for at least three days.
Hearts,
-J-

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