A+ Prom Prep.

• A highly improbable series of events occurred last night. Earl "Tidbitz" the Gray, the stray cat my family has been feeding, snuck into the house through the cat door while we were sleeping and, upon seeing the assortment of clothes drying on the basement clothes line, urinated on both my graduation dress (which I need for Wednesday) and my prom dress. Somdays my life is a joke with really strange hoops to jump through sometimes, I washing cat pee out of formal wear. From this point on, when people ask me whether I'm a cat person, I can respond "I used to be, before 'The Incident.'" Cats and I are not on good terms right now. 
• I spent far more time than I cared to today convincing my parents that no, my prom date isn't gay and it wouldn't matter either way.
• So all in all, I'm not putting much effort towards prom prep but any that I might use to kill time with between now and then have potential to be any level of weird. 

Hearts,
Julianne

An overbearing hipster stereotype kind of day.

I have on and off days when it comes to being an inherently, overbearingly hipster stereotype.

Today was definitely an on day. It hit me as I was explaining to an Indigo employee, as I drank soy chai while listening to Kid A, that I'm recreationally reading the three classic novels I was holding (The Great Gatsby, The Picture of Dorian Gray and On the Road) because exams are over and I have time to. Then I told him that I'm going to King's next year and he said "OHHH" like it explained everything he was witnessing about me, the barista listening to Radiohead, drinking soy chai and discussing pretentious literature.

And in that moment, I swear I was the epitome of a subcultural stereotype.

I didn't chose this, it chose me.This isn't even the worst of it.
Hearts,
Julianne

Funny things happen to me sometimes.

I have another post I'm planning about last weekend because I have more to say than this, but I have a bit of an amusing story to share.

When I was at camp last weekend on Sunday night, there was a big shindig and afterward everyone in the camp had gone to bed except for a group of us who were still too wound up. So we hung out and talked for a while until we collapsed into a cuddle puddle on the floor of the slightly sketchy dining-hall-turned-recreation-room. Around 1am, this guy named Ethan casually got off the floor, left, and came back with a guitar. Upon his entrance with his guitar, he paused . . . and pulled some roses from behind his back. He proceeded to give one to each of the girls there, telling us that we were all beautiful. Then he then put one of the roses in his mouth and broke into playing stereotypical Spanish music on his guitar with an intense, stone faced smoulder. Rachel, Hannah and I laughed on the floor, Hannah occasionally commented "He's male me. He's male me!" and Jazmin was hysterically shouting "THIS ISN'T REAL LIFE." He was not shaken by the hysterics that were occurring; he continued his little serenading performance to the four of us women without once losing focus. It didn't feel like real life, especially considering that it was during during a 1am cuddle puddle on a floor at bible camp.

So I guess that's the story of how a 15 year old boy I'd just met gave me a rose in the middle of the night at bible camp, and the reason that said rose has faint teeth marks on it. Funny things happen to me sometimes.
Hearts,
Julianne

Nerdy break up feelings.

I'm going through a strange break up phase with IB, minus sadness, but rather the aimlessness. I suddenly have all this free time and I'm reacting in a few stereotypical break up ways:

• Eating a lot.
• Spontaneously picking up hobbies to fill the weird void (such as spending a free period making popsicle stick photo frames.)
• Considering other hobbies to pick up.
• Introducing voluntary dietary restrictions (I'm not drinking milk this week to see if I feel better.)
• Thinking of adventures to have. 
• Laughing unnecessarily hard at things that barely make sense.

The fact that ending IB feels like a break up gives you a general idea of (1) how much of a dork I am and (2) how perpetually single I have always been.*

What do people even do with free time? I don't really understand this concept as I haven't had free time since around August. I suppose I can plan my epic journey that I want to happen and read more classic literature so I can go into pretentious arts university with as much literature as possible under my belt to reference and sound smart and feel enlightened.

*I have been dubbed both a 'bro' and 'the most platonic person of all time.' I have a unique quality of being an extreme platonic bro about me, I guess. I don't know how this came about.
Hearts,
Julianne