Oh Prom... Proma... get it? Like drama, but prom.... Let's be honest it's on EVERY girl's mind right now. I can bet that there's at least twenty seven girls online shopping looking for THE perfect dress (might as well be a wedding). I would also guess (and probably be spot on) that there are about fifty two girls tossing and turning with nightmares invading their beauty sleep. How tragic. I'm up and blogging about it, so yeah, prom's a pretty big deal.
Which is more difficult to get: dress or date? I guess that depends on the girl.... So far I have neither Proma:1 Julia:0.
Isn't it funny how girls stress so much about one night? The $500 spent on a dress that will never be worn again could've been better spent on items such as: Chipotle, Free People clothes, Chipotle, and did I say Chipotle?
I had Chipotle for the first time in MONTHS tonight. It was delicious. Very delicious.
I do have a dress picked out, however. It's emerald green which tends to make my eyes look extra chocolate-y. Plus it's my birthstone a.k.a. May a.k.a. the month of prom... so I guess it's perfect right? Ahhhhh.
The asking is the best part. No doubt about that. Scavenger hunts, elaborate displays, shouting from roofs, in food, and whatever other crazy stunts guys pull these days! It's so fantastic and I love being the wing-woman! Got to do that today, had a blast! Completely turned my best friend's day around which is an automatic plus!
Oh prom. Proma. Prom drama. You shall not defeat me. I will prevail.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Hi
This blog is not neglected. It's just, well, slightly forgotten.
I'm sorry to all of my zero followers.
Just kidding. This blog is for me to journal anyway.
I don't need followers..........
Until my next sleepless night!
Yours Truly, NOA
I'm sorry to all of my zero followers.
Just kidding. This blog is for me to journal anyway.
I don't need followers..........
Until my next sleepless night!
Yours Truly, NOA
Friday, March 9, 2012
aldjfaldajdk!!!!!!BOYS!
I feel the red snaking its way up to my cheeks. The uneasiness in my stomach is definitely not butterflies. Aren't those supposed to be happy and flying and, well, not in your stomach? If I had to compare my nausea to any sort of insect I'd choose a parasite. Maybe a tapeworm or whatever bug feeds off this morning's Eggos. I'm not your average girl. I can't compare these feelings to butterflies and magic and whatever other twisted, sparkling shit this stuff gets compared to. I've never had to deal with the uncomfortable shift in temperature and blood pressure when I hear my phone's "Ascending Charms" ringtone announcing the reception of a text message. I've never had to think twice about what I'm going to say.
All of that's changing. It's like I care or something. It's like I... no I can't even say the words, it's too embarrassing. But then again everything else is changing so drastically. What the hell, right? Wrong. Now I can't think straight? What is this? Could it be? Has my time finally come? Is it possibly possible? Do I maybe... sort of... just a little, little bit...like someone?
No.
Ridiculous.
Impossible.
Shit.
My heart keeps stopping for a second then starting back up. And I swear it's pumping blood ten times faster than before. I'm about to work up a sweat just by pushing a few buttons on a phone! Am I having a series of mini heart attacks? Make it stop. No. I kind of like it. Take that back. Take it BACK!
And this is what girls have to deal with on daily basis.
<3
All of that's changing. It's like I care or something. It's like I... no I can't even say the words, it's too embarrassing. But then again everything else is changing so drastically. What the hell, right? Wrong. Now I can't think straight? What is this? Could it be? Has my time finally come? Is it possibly possible? Do I maybe... sort of... just a little, little bit...like someone?
No.
Ridiculous.
Impossible.
Shit.
My heart keeps stopping for a second then starting back up. And I swear it's pumping blood ten times faster than before. I'm about to work up a sweat just by pushing a few buttons on a phone! Am I having a series of mini heart attacks? Make it stop. No. I kind of like it. Take that back. Take it BACK!
And this is what girls have to deal with on daily basis.
<3
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Wants and Needs
Summer (what I want). Summer (what I need). Yes, I need summer. I need as much as I need water to drink and air to breathe. I need it more than I need pizza or breakfast. I need it more than I need anything. Someone out there is shaking her head at me. Need. You've got to be joking. What an irresponsible thing to say. And cue scoffing and judgemental glares. I'm aware there are starving children in Africa and plenty of horrible things going on around the world. I know. And yes, it's extremely ridiculous that I'm in need of summer. But ya know what? I don't CARE! That's what I need. I need warmth and dangerous UVA/UVB rays penetrating my skin transforming it from white to brown. I need lazy days and bikinis and swimming pools and the lake and the beach and boats and fun. I need to not care that I just typed a run-on sentence. I need to let loose. I need to not care about everything. I need an escape.
I want all of this too.
I want school to stop going so fast. I want school to go by even faster. I want to never see my prison ever again. I want it to be 7:30 so I can be with my friends in jail. I want to go to state for track and field. I want to be lazy and eat fatty foods and sit on my couch all day long.
My wants are conflicting. My needs are not. I need my wants. I want my needs.
I need to start making sense when I write on this blog.
I need to finish my homework.
Is life a series of random events strung together? Or is it a well thought out plan designed by the one and only big man upstairs? I'm kind of hoping it's the second. I hope God's got a plan for me.
The random thoughts before my eyes decide to shut their blinds and my body decides to fall limp in a deep relaxation.
Ok. That's enough crazy for one night. Sleep/Stay up well my fellow night owls!
Yours Truly, Julia
I want all of this too.
I want school to stop going so fast. I want school to go by even faster. I want to never see my prison ever again. I want it to be 7:30 so I can be with my friends in jail. I want to go to state for track and field. I want to be lazy and eat fatty foods and sit on my couch all day long.
My wants are conflicting. My needs are not. I need my wants. I want my needs.
I need to start making sense when I write on this blog.
I need to finish my homework.
Is life a series of random events strung together? Or is it a well thought out plan designed by the one and only big man upstairs? I'm kind of hoping it's the second. I hope God's got a plan for me.
The random thoughts before my eyes decide to shut their blinds and my body decides to fall limp in a deep relaxation.
Ok. That's enough crazy for one night. Sleep/Stay up well my fellow night owls!
Yours Truly, Julia
Thursday, February 23, 2012
All the Way Around
Backward. Forward. Up. Down. Upside down. Rightside up. Constant tugging on my limbs in every possible direction and angle. Brain rolled out like dough until it's so thin it begins to crumble. Worn out. Exhausted. Tired.
All of this and still sleep doesn't come to me. As I lay here I wonder why it doesn't wash over me like a wave washes over a sand castle when the tides turn high. I find myself always on the verge of depravation of sleep. I'm on the edge about to fall. All it takes is one step and I'll surrender my body to be a slave to my dreams. One step yet I can't seem to put my right foot forward. Or my left for that matter. Instead I choose to lay here. Eyes wide open. Sitting. Waiting. Wishing. Thinking. Jack Johnson's mellow tune pops into my head like a flower bud at the beginning of spring. Like the sun's rays escaping through the cracks of the stone wall of storm clouds. Wishing.
I missed 11:11. Does it work? It hasn't seem to extend its magic to me yet. Maybe it has to answer more pressing wishes first. I'm not dying. Or maybe it's a load of crap? Dare I say, I refuse to believe magic doesn't exist. It has to. In some way. Maybe love is magic. People say it's the closest thing we have to magic. And if you think about it, love is one of the most prominent subjects in Harry Potter. I may have just set off my nerd-detector. Oops. Then again... I'm proud of myself. Nerd for lyf3. I promise I will never show this nor type like that again.
On a side note... Iwant need to be done with high school. College, please come sooner.
Stay up well Night Owls. Or sleep well. I'm hitting my crash time about an hour and half earlier than usual. Must be the no nap after school.
Yours Truly, Julia
All of this and still sleep doesn't come to me. As I lay here I wonder why it doesn't wash over me like a wave washes over a sand castle when the tides turn high. I find myself always on the verge of depravation of sleep. I'm on the edge about to fall. All it takes is one step and I'll surrender my body to be a slave to my dreams. One step yet I can't seem to put my right foot forward. Or my left for that matter. Instead I choose to lay here. Eyes wide open. Sitting. Waiting. Wishing. Thinking. Jack Johnson's mellow tune pops into my head like a flower bud at the beginning of spring. Like the sun's rays escaping through the cracks of the stone wall of storm clouds. Wishing.
I missed 11:11. Does it work? It hasn't seem to extend its magic to me yet. Maybe it has to answer more pressing wishes first. I'm not dying. Or maybe it's a load of crap? Dare I say, I refuse to believe magic doesn't exist. It has to. In some way. Maybe love is magic. People say it's the closest thing we have to magic. And if you think about it, love is one of the most prominent subjects in Harry Potter. I may have just set off my nerd-detector. Oops. Then again... I'm proud of myself. Nerd for lyf3. I promise I will never show this nor type like that again.
On a side note... I
Stay up well Night Owls. Or sleep well. I'm hitting my crash time about an hour and half earlier than usual. Must be the no nap after school.
Yours Truly, Julia
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Later, Later, Later
Dear Night Owls,
Every night I find myself staying up later, later, later. Mornings are impossible. Well, difficult. They're inevitable and enfuriating. As hard as I try to beat them back by pressing snooze on my alarm, they come back stronger and fiercer than before. Back with a vengence. They're out to get me, I know it.
I was going through pictures on Facebook and adding captions tonight. I had just finished typing one and pressing save when the line I had just entered lingered in my head. "Tonight's for making memories." I'm not sure whether I've heard it before (I wouldn't be surprised since my entire thoughts/speech are from movies and songs and other quotable places). Anyway, it stuck and I like it. It could make for a great song or line in a book or story if it isn't one already. I'm not convinced it's my own yet. It's too good to be true. Scratch that. I'm an optimist. I came up with a line that I will use in some sort of writing piece and I'm damn proud of it. Yeah.
Maybe it'd be a good book title or something. I don't know. I'll have to get brain storming. I should be saying I have to get to bed, but let's be honest here. When is that ever a good idea? Sleep is over rated. Or is it under rated? Either way I'm too good for sleep. HAH! What a joke. I should be on SNL for that one. If you thought I was being serious, well, you're seriously mistaken. You fool! Just kidding. It's okay. I don't expect you to know me that well yet. YET.
Sleep. It's pulling at my ankles right now, trying to drag me under the covers on my queen sized bed. Into the comfort and relaxation that would wrap me up like a delicious Chipotle burrito. I can feel it begin to press down on the brakes in my mind and start to draw the curtains that are my eyelids. Slow, slow, slow. Will I fall right away? Or will it take a few minutes before I drift off into a dream? I wonder. Thinking, questioning, laying, sleeping. Not yet.
Well, stay up or sleep well my friends! Tomorrow is Wednesday! Hump day! Hooray!!
Yours Truly, Julia
Every night I find myself staying up later, later, later. Mornings are impossible. Well, difficult. They're inevitable and enfuriating. As hard as I try to beat them back by pressing snooze on my alarm, they come back stronger and fiercer than before. Back with a vengence. They're out to get me, I know it.
I was going through pictures on Facebook and adding captions tonight. I had just finished typing one and pressing save when the line I had just entered lingered in my head. "Tonight's for making memories." I'm not sure whether I've heard it before (I wouldn't be surprised since my entire thoughts/speech are from movies and songs and other quotable places). Anyway, it stuck and I like it. It could make for a great song or line in a book or story if it isn't one already. I'm not convinced it's my own yet. It's too good to be true. Scratch that. I'm an optimist. I came up with a line that I will use in some sort of writing piece and I'm damn proud of it. Yeah.
Maybe it'd be a good book title or something. I don't know. I'll have to get brain storming. I should be saying I have to get to bed, but let's be honest here. When is that ever a good idea? Sleep is over rated. Or is it under rated? Either way I'm too good for sleep. HAH! What a joke. I should be on SNL for that one. If you thought I was being serious, well, you're seriously mistaken. You fool! Just kidding. It's okay. I don't expect you to know me that well yet. YET.
Sleep. It's pulling at my ankles right now, trying to drag me under the covers on my queen sized bed. Into the comfort and relaxation that would wrap me up like a delicious Chipotle burrito. I can feel it begin to press down on the brakes in my mind and start to draw the curtains that are my eyelids. Slow, slow, slow. Will I fall right away? Or will it take a few minutes before I drift off into a dream? I wonder. Thinking, questioning, laying, sleeping. Not yet.
Well, stay up or sleep well my friends! Tomorrow is Wednesday! Hump day! Hooray!!
Yours Truly, Julia
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Long Time, No Write
Dear Night Owls,
Sorry it's been so long. I've been utterly busy with a bunch of nonsense crap and dealing with my addiction. Oh. That could be taken in the wrong direction. Allow me to clarify: addiction to procrastination. I hope my little er joke didn't offend anyone. In my opinion it should be considered a disease. All of that bull shit is beside the point of what I'm writing about tonight. I just figured my nonexistent readers needed to know why I've been gone for so long.
As Facebook and Twitter so kindly ask me, "What's on your mind?" or "What's happening?" I figured I should treat this blog post as an extended status/tweet. What do you think?
It's Monday night/Tuesday morning and I should be sleeping. I didn't finish my physics homework and I'm banking on one of my friends having done it. If not... I'm screwed and my physics grade might as well be shit in a toilet. Flush. I always knew I was lazy, but this year has shown me to what magnitude. If in Dante's "Inferno" there is a circle of hell for laziness, there is no doubt that's where I would end up. *That statement is soley based off of my lazy habits, not the rest of my humanity...God if you're reading: please forgive me for all of my laziness and give me the strength to be more productive/less distracted! Thank you, Amen.*
On a different note... I want to use Mane and Tail shampoo and conditioner. I miss my long hair! A lot. It's stuck at that awkward length past the shoulders, but it might as well be shoulder length. It's just so bleh. How's that for a pointless tweet?
I really need to get back into my eating healthy/working out routine. The weekend was a nice little vacation, but now I need to step up my game. It's time to get my shit back in line and get ready for track season! 33 feet here I come! 15 feet you will be mine! Hustle, hustle, build more muscle! Go! Fight! Win! That should be some good ole fashion motivation! So on that more positive note I will say good morning and stay up well my friends!
Yours Truly, Julia
Sorry it's been so long. I've been utterly busy with a bunch of nonsense crap and dealing with my addiction. Oh. That could be taken in the wrong direction. Allow me to clarify: addiction to procrastination. I hope my little er joke didn't offend anyone. In my opinion it should be considered a disease. All of that bull shit is beside the point of what I'm writing about tonight. I just figured my nonexistent readers needed to know why I've been gone for so long.
As Facebook and Twitter so kindly ask me, "What's on your mind?" or "What's happening?" I figured I should treat this blog post as an extended status/tweet. What do you think?
It's Monday night/Tuesday morning and I should be sleeping. I didn't finish my physics homework and I'm banking on one of my friends having done it. If not... I'm screwed and my physics grade might as well be shit in a toilet. Flush. I always knew I was lazy, but this year has shown me to what magnitude. If in Dante's "Inferno" there is a circle of hell for laziness, there is no doubt that's where I would end up. *That statement is soley based off of my lazy habits, not the rest of my humanity...God if you're reading: please forgive me for all of my laziness and give me the strength to be more productive/less distracted! Thank you, Amen.*
On a different note... I want to use Mane and Tail shampoo and conditioner. I miss my long hair! A lot. It's stuck at that awkward length past the shoulders, but it might as well be shoulder length. It's just so bleh. How's that for a pointless tweet?
I really need to get back into my eating healthy/working out routine. The weekend was a nice little vacation, but now I need to step up my game. It's time to get my shit back in line and get ready for track season! 33 feet here I come! 15 feet you will be mine! Hustle, hustle, build more muscle! Go! Fight! Win! That should be some good ole fashion motivation! So on that more positive note I will say good morning and stay up well my friends!
Yours Truly, Julia
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