In which I nearly get hit by a bus.

Happy Easter guys! I did the usual Easter stuff, which for me pretty much means visiting family and a greasy church breakfast.

I finally put my learner's permit to use. I may as well after all the pain it caused me, as the New Brunswick Driver's Handbook is the most boring, confusing and irritating book.

Since all the stores are closed for Easter weekend, I got to drive around the mall parking lot in my dad's Jetta. I'm getting the hang of the clutch... but not the brake. I either jump on it really hard or forget the clutch and stall. My dad wanted me to stop at the stop signs, which was good call, because I got to the stop line as just before a city bus plowed by.

Driving still terrifies me, but hopefully it gets less scary.

Hey, guess what! It's my 200th post today. I have a goal to do more themed posts, as opposed to these random bursts of information I tend to post.
Love,
-J-

A smiley face burnout by my aunt's driveway, courtesy of my cousin Stephen.

BBC Talking Animals

Why the paramedics were called:

I arrived at Physics this morning to find several paramedics and striped-polo Alan sitting on the floor, looking vaguely like a cheese grater hit a small portion of his forehead. I walked in, looking confused and most of my questions were answered:

"Bharat did it."

Apparently, somebody threw a shoe at Bharat, Bharat thought it was Alan and threw the shoe back, Alan shoved Bharat for 'being stupid', and Bharat shoved Alan back. Somehow Alan accidentally hit his head off the wall.

Just the fact that the paramedics had to be called because of the so called "fight" between Alan (awkward tech crew kid) and Bharat (Indian kid who thinks he's a stereotypical preppy white kid who thinks he's a stereotypical black gangster kid)... just... wow.  

The best part was definitely how the rumor spread. Ms. Kristoferson, my french teacher, asked Alan what happened to his head, then asked if he was why the paramedics showed up. She wore a look of half shock and half amusement as she heard the story as told by the two of them. "I heard there was a fight, but I never dreamed it would be you guys." I guess two IB kids weren't the first people who teachers expect to have a 'fight.'

"Now what do I do with my life?" That is word for word what several people from musical have said to me in the past few days. I, personally, had one of these moments (so far). It lasted for about half an hour when I woke up on Sunday morning. After that, I realized how much I haven't been able to do because of musical. Like playing guitar. Reading. Keeping up with school work. All that great stuff.

A NEW SEASON OF DOCTOR WHO STARTS APRIL 23RD. THERE ARE NOT WORDS TO EXPRESS MY JOY. 
Love,
-J-

Just say no to communal eyeliner, kids.

I feel accomplished.

Unfortunately, this was because I'm trying to write an English essay comparing "Beowulf" to "The Seafarer". I have a secret... I care very, very little about Anglo-Saxon poetry.

So far, I have practiced my guitar for several hours (learned to play this song), watched two episodes of Bones and have caught up on reading blogs.

HAHA, accomplishment. 

I've also over analyzed whether my Sunday school teacher hates me, and/or if he was kidnapped and replaced by a clone who has no sense of humor, even when it comes to low budget Christian films where there are many close up shots of people stroking their beards dramatically, the guy playing Jesus has many voice cracks, and flips tables in slow motion.

Just an average day in the life of Julianne.

Lesson learned today:
Next musical, bring own eyeliner. Because the eyeliner supplied by the make up ladies (and used by about 50 people) may just be unsanitary. The inner corner of my left eye hurts like a *insert word of choice*  and its funkier looking every time I look in the mirror.
Love,
-J-

City buses taken this year: 20

So.

As of now, musical is over. Done with. Which is a weird concept considering how much time I have spent at practices since January, just for it to suddenly stop.

After tonight's performance, we had a bit of a cast party. We sat in the auditorium while Ms. G and Ms. Lutz handed out posters and carnations to everyone, we cheered, and then we went to the cafeteria for pizza, cake, and poster signing. Ethan hauled out a rolling cactus and got everyone to sign it.

I'm sitting on a bit of a high right now, but I know I probably will crash for approximately a week.