<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:07:22.640-05:00</updated><category term='harry potter'/><category term='concert'/><category term='execution'/><category term='black holes'/><category term='yummy biscuits'/><category term='History test'/><category term='Edward'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='ville valo'/><title type='text'>A Guest Pass Into My Thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-4192749978904608538</id><published>2009-11-12T15:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:41:30.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no see...</title><content type='html'>Wow, it really has been forever since I've written anything on here. And since I really need to be working on one of the two papers I have due Monday, what a better time to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm endlessly excited for the upcoming Thanksgiving/Christmas breaks... I love the holidays. They're usually really busy, but I get to see everyone I love, plus eat wonderful food. What could be better, really.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, if it ever decides to dip below 70 outside, I can perhaps wear my wonderful new boots and scarves and all the enticing winter clothing. I'd just wear it anyway, but at that point it might look like I'd walked through a rainstorm by the time I arrived at class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a special note to a certain anonymous person who never reads this blog anyway: grow up, seriously. You're not a spoiled five year old child, so stop acting like one, or I might actually punch you in the face. Okay? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more upbeat note, Bones and the Office are new tonight, so I have some more opportunities to procrastinate on my work. I should probably be more worried about my papers than I am... but this week has beaten me down, more than a little, and I would like nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep. Forever. Anyone who wants to join me is welcome to, spooning is always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get around to writing more before another year passes... we can always hope, right? Thank you, dear Erica, for the inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-4192749978904608538?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4192749978904608538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=4192749978904608538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4192749978904608538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4192749978904608538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time, no see...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-1287038077991871676</id><published>2008-12-15T17:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:05:16.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally cold...</title><content type='html'>But maybe 31 is a little extreme, especially when I have to go out in the evening to an exam. Thanks, mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama, why are you much more annoying than I remember you being in high school?&lt;br /&gt;Also, delusional people annoy me quite a bit more than I previously thought. &lt;br /&gt;Mitch, too. But he always kinda annoyed me, so there we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see all of you! Thank god for Christmas break, and no school work for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mitch wants to go on a fake date with one of us to figure out why women aren't so into him... so, everyone, be prepared. And maybe nauseated, if the mood so strikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-1287038077991871676?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/1287038077991871676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=1287038077991871676' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1287038077991871676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1287038077991871676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-finally-cold.html' title='It&apos;s finally cold...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-5076413435497396444</id><published>2008-10-26T19:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:45:23.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Post-Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>Sorry it took me so long to post, as usual. Last week was hellish in the amount of work I had to do, thankfully this week is looking a bit less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and I went shopping this weekend and got our costumes for Halloween finalized. We're going as Bond and the Bond girl, in case you didn't know, and it's quite exciting because it's our first couple costume. I found a black cocktail dress that isn't too skanky and Will, lucky him, doesn't have to do much other than wear a suit. I'll post pics on Facebook next weekend, in case you were wrought with worry about missing the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting wintry here finally. This is definitely my favorite time of the year, because I love sitting in front of the fire and drinking eggnog and wearing cute sweaters and jackets. Christmas is coming up relatively soon, and is only made more awesome by Erica's presence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I think this might be the end of the post, but I'll write more later to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-5076413435497396444?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5076413435497396444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=5076413435497396444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5076413435497396444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5076413435497396444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-it-took-me-so-long-to-post-as.html' title='My Post-Weekend Update'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-8749318319031213611</id><published>2008-10-14T14:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:53:27.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations, mostly.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lapse in posting... between schoolwork and going home this past weekend I haven't had too much time. School is really trying to kick my ass this semester, but I'm managing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about this whole Alex thing, I'm beginning to think he really won't ever give up. He's taken to hugging me goodbye every time I see him, and continues with the little touches. And he does them in a casual way, so there's nothing quite concrete to object to.&lt;br /&gt;Today he walked me back to me dorm after class, again, and then stayed to chat. After this a girl he knows walks up, and he starts telling her (apparently they both go swing dancing) that he needs to get me to come, and just kind of smiles at me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to go dancing with him, but I have the feeling he's not going to just accept that I don't want to. I can't really tell him that having to dance with him and be sort of date-y is the reason, though. And all of this is annoying me today, especially because it's rainy and I'm feeling a little crappy.&lt;br /&gt;Can't he just tell me he likes me so I can emphasize my disinterest? If he doesn't let up a little (or a lot) then I might be forced to write a scathing novel featuring a character based on him. Hehe. That might be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I have to do in the next few days: write a 5 page paper due Tuesday, make a bunch of flash cards for Art History, read 2 chapters in Astronomy, write an outline for my Spanish essay, and start a short essay. Gahhhh. I want a vacation, preferrably to somewhere exotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of asking for either an iPod or a Zen of some sort for a Christmas present, I need to do my research into them. Ever since my Zen reached its untimely fate, I've missed having a source of music to be the soundtrack of my walks to class. Not to mention I haven't put my music back onto my computer since it got wiped, so it might be a good opportunity to switch to iTunes if I so desire. The nanos do come in a lot of colors, which is rather tempting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my life fascinating? Haha. Maybe the Alex stuff, but it's also quite a bit uncomfortable for me. Hopefully you ladies are entertained by my stories though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-8749318319031213611?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/8749318319031213611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=8749318319031213611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8749318319031213611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8749318319031213611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/10/frustrations-mostly.html' title='Frustrations, mostly.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-1671133129133276362</id><published>2008-10-03T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:21:12.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finally Friday...</title><content type='html'>Which is a huge relief for me. I have two tests next week I'll probably spend the weekend studying for, but I get to sleep in, so I can't complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do a recording for Spanish today, and you probably know how much I detest speaking in Spanish in front of anyone. But it actually went better than I expected, and the two guys I was partnered with were fun to work with. So it wasn't as traumatic an experience as I might have expected. We had a really funny part where we were fake laughing at what one of them said, and then we actually started laughing at how stupid the fake laughter sounded. It was pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm probably studying for next week's test with Alex, aka my Astronomy boyfriend. I like to call him that to annoy Will, except he's not the jealous type.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I figure it might help me do better on the next test, so why not give it a chance. The only concern is that he might get the idea I'm into him. He knows I have a boyfriend now but sometimes guys can be very persistent. So I suppose we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go do laundry today! Isn't that fun. My weekends down in Austin are just a straight party. The Office wasn't on last night due to the vice presidential debates, which was quite disappointing. The Office is the reason I look forward to Thursdays, after all.&lt;br /&gt;So this week was slightly less than spectacular, but it's school so I don't know what I expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all like crazy... come visit soon? Yes, even from France and Virginia. I might have to elope with my Astronomy boyfriend just so you have to come to see me!&lt;br /&gt;Or just save me the awkwardness and come anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-1671133129133276362?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/1671133129133276362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=1671133129133276362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1671133129133276362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1671133129133276362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-finally-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Finally Friday...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-4462368592831686110</id><published>2008-09-29T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:44:49.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I'm really tired today, which doesn't make too much sense because I slept fine last night. But it's Monday, so I suppose being sleepy is allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a really good one, getting to spend time with Will, Gee, David and my mom, too. Will, Gee and I went to Firewheel Saturday and had Chinese food, then went shopping. Will bought me a promise ring for my Christmas present, which is kind of early, I know. But it's really pretty! I can post the picture of it I found online if you all want to see it. I'll get it next time I come into town because my finger is a size 4.5, ridiculously small, so they have to size it for me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate going into jewelry stores but I guess the end result is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two tests tomorrow, and I'm really not looking forward to them. They're both based mainly on memorization, so I get to spend most of today doing flash cards. Fun, no? It seems like we've barely started back to school, and all these tests are looming on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel boring today. The only interesting stuff to happen was over the weekend. For instance, at Hot Topic I bought a Twilight poster, which is pretty awesome. Gee and I also had an intersting time at Pizza Hut in Rockwall, because we call in our order and drive to get it, only to find out someone had picked it up already. I don't get why you'd want to steal someone else's pizzas and pay for them, but apparently people like doing that. For us it was quite frustrating, though.&lt;br /&gt;I also bought new shoes, brown moccasin-style ones, because I still hate my other brown shoes for the hellish blisters they gave me two weeks ago. New sunglasses were also on my shopping list, as the pieces of crap just broke on me when I was putting them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all... a fun weekend. Much more entertaining than life here at school. I miss you guys lots and lots, as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-4462368592831686110?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4462368592831686110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=4462368592831686110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4462368592831686110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4462368592831686110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-5026085311066692982</id><published>2008-09-22T10:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:40:03.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Christmas yet?</title><content type='html'>Today has, shockingly, been a good day so far, despite the fact that I had to wake up at 7:45 and go to Spanish class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really dreading going because I checked my grade on the test I took last Monday and it was abysmal, to say the least. A 64 seemed especially terrible because I got an A in Spanish last semester, and didn't understand how I could suddenly be so clueless.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to class, and when it was time to get our tests back I realized the professor had given me an 81 on the exam. Much confusion ensued, and when I talked to her about it she realized there are two Wilsons in class, so she must have mixed our grades up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy now to realize I got a B, not failed, but I feel sorry for the poor other Wilson who must be quite disappointed. Still... I'm much happier now. Does that make me a bad person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt that Will's coming to see me today! He has most of the week off from work, and decided a trip to Austin would be fun. So I don't have to spend all day lonely and wrapped up in my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, need to buy printer cartridges, as apparently I'm a moron when it comes to replacing them. Both of them needed replacing in the past week, and the result is that black ink just does not come out anymore, but the colored ink prints with giant stripes through it. The replacement cartridges were old though, so hopefully it's their fault, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office this week! I absolutely can't wait to see what's going to happen with everything they left unresolved last season. My dad might take me out to dinner Thursday night, and I can't very well refuse because my favorite show is on. But I'll catch up on it if I miss it... so I'm not too worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is pointless, but I can't wait for Christmastime to be here, and November, too. James Bond on November 7, then Twilight the 21. I'm going to be broke from seeing those movies so many times, but I can think of worse fates than being money-less because of Daniel Craig and Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost forgot, what happened this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;My dad came down Saturday for the UT game (as usual) and he and his friend from college took me to lunch at a barbeque place. Then Dad bought me a UT shirt, which is actually cute, it has a longhorn on the hip on the right hand side. Free stuff is always appreciated, especially because I'm eternally broke.&lt;br /&gt;Then I studied for all my classes, as I have two tests next week. Laundry and studying managed to take up much of the weekend. So nothing too exciting, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-5026085311066692982?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5026085311066692982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=5026085311066692982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5026085311066692982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5026085311066692982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-christmas-yet.html' title='Is it Christmas yet?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-3724628083965362910</id><published>2008-09-19T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:27:04.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want to Break You Down So Badly...</title><content type='html'>So I suppose to keep the wild hounds at bay, I'll post again. Kidding... I'm just bored. And avoiding my homework. Also listening to TBS, in case the title is somehow ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a lot tonight... not my vampire story, though. I thought I'd try my hand at a more, er, adult story (in case I ever decide to make my millions as an author of romance novels) and... yeah. The results were quite interesting. But entertaining, nonetheless. Probably better than reading textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Spanish lab this morning, which basically means we have to do a voice over, news-cast style, for a movie clip. They are also very evil, as we have to do it without using any notes or dictionaries. I know, I know, in real life I won't have a script when speaking Spanish with someone, but being recorded in all my crappy pronnunciation is not my idea of fun. Oh well, I guess I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until next weekend... I talked to David tonight for a bit and it made me miss everyone more than before. So yeah, I'll be home then. Why do I have to go to a school so far away? Then again, Nicole and Erica have me beat, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have an entertaining story for you all, though. It all started before my Astronomy test yesterday, when I was sitting there studying in class, minding my own business. This guy comes and sits down right next to me, even though we were supposed to sit every other seat. He doesn't say anything for a moment, then starts talking to me, asking me all sorts of questions about myself and telling me his plans for the weekend, etc. I figured he liked me, but he might just be friendly.&lt;br /&gt;After the test, I turn it in, then turn to leave. As I'm walking up the steps, I glance over, and he's sitting there still, watching me leave. Which was a tad creepy, I suppose. Sadly, he wasn't very cute... which might have made it more flattering. If a guy like Edward stares at you for a long time, you enjoy it. For normal mortal males, you think they're a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done reading Mary Barton, a book for English that I got very into. It's part nineteenth-century soap opera, part social commentary on the lives of the poor in England. But very good, nonetheless. The romantic lead's name is Jem... not quite the same as Jim, but I think they all are pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-3724628083965362910?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/3724628083965362910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=3724628083965362910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3724628083965362910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3724628083965362910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-want-to-break-you-down-so-badly.html' title='I Just Want to Break You Down So Badly...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-1828465779085265013</id><published>2008-09-16T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:24:25.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog!</title><content type='html'>I'll just start by saying, unlike the popular belief over the weekend, I did not die from hurricane Ike. I also forgot to complete my mission to buy Mike and Ike's to celebrate the non-hurricane, which is unfortunate. They're really good candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween's coming up soon (a month is soon-ish), and is always exciting. Mostly for me because I get to eat candy and have a legitimate excuse. It's really depressing people think of us as too old to go begging at complete stranger's houses for candy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this year Will, David and I are embracing our nerdiness, and going as Stargate. The costumes are pretty easy and don't require corsets, which I appreciate. His brother's having a party, which means we have somewhere to actually go in said costumes. The only problem will be getting David to leave his house in the month before Halloween to buy costumes with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and I went to the Galleria this weekend with the intention of skating for our anniversary... and then decided we were too tired. We really are an old married couple. So we shopped instead, and made fun of all the skanky-ish girls who turned out to be the Dallas Stars skating girls.&lt;br /&gt;Then I made dinner for him and my brother and Gee (salmon and baked potatoes!) and over to David's we went, braving Ike's "wrath". Or so claimed the newspapers. Anyhow, at David's we watched movies with him, Maggie and Travis, because David was super-excited about his new Blu-Ray DVD player and HD TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... I am procrastinating studying for my Astronomy test.&lt;br /&gt;I had a strange dream last night, that I was in a park with some random people, and Michael Phelps shows up. So I walk away and sit down on a bench, and he comes over and starts flirting with me. The next thing I know, he starts kissing me. So I kiss him back, and then wake up feeling confused.&lt;br /&gt;The strange part is, I don't really care too much about Michael Phelps, nor do I find him particularly attractive. So why my subconscious decided it wanted to make out with him, I have no idea. Well, that was my strange story of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was slightly less than stellar. First, I get to English and realize I left the paper I had worked so tediously on yesterday sitting on my desk. Luckily, the professor let me go get it and bring it to her office hours. On the way back from turning it in, I realize my shoes are giving my feet blisters, which turned out to be very nasty ones as I couldn't exactly stop and walk barefoot the rest of the way home. Plus, I'm really tired and cramp-y and just grumpy in general. Hopefully tomorrow will be better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys a lot, and I command you come to Austin right now. Too bad I'm not intimidating so you'd have to obey me. If I bribe you with hot boys with guitars will it work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-1828465779085265013?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/1828465779085265013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=1828465779085265013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1828465779085265013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1828465779085265013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-blog.html' title='Another Blog!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-4045901027435395845</id><published>2008-09-10T20:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:35:15.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How many ways can I say this is about nothing in particular?</title><content type='html'>First off, I have to say I can hardly hope to compete with Erica's blog, as it blows mine out of the water. The only other person sharing my bathroom is a girl, I have to speak a foreign language only 3 hours a week, and I see my family every other weekend.&lt;br /&gt;But as you all somehow want to hear what mundanities are going on in my life... here we go! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and I celebrate our 2 and 1/2 year anniversary Saturday! It seems like just yesterday he was just a dork in my Computer Science class. We're going skating at the Galleria like we did last year, then I'm cooking him scampi for dinner. It's like catnip to him, I swear. But I'm really happy we've made it work for so long, and still love each other so much. He's pretty much the best guy I've ever met, and I still have no clue why he loves me so much. Sorry for the goo... is it allowed every 6 months or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also resumed writing on my long-neglected story, and I'm in the process of fixing what I messed up when I first wrote it. If anyone wants to read it, they might have to wait a little, as things are still partially completed. I'm adding to the middle at the moment, so it might not make much sense. I suppose I'm being a bit of a perfectionist, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not procrastinating on homework so much for now, but we'll see how long it lasts. Classes are pretty good actually, all of them are at least a little interesting. I had a conversation with 2 guys in my Spanish class today about how seeing eye dogs can find their way to classes, and it reminded me of something we might all talk about together, due to the sheer randomness and idiocy of it all. It was pretty great. One of them even had David's creepy chin-thing and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lord, I feel boring. I miss you all, though, and wish you were here to entertain me right now so I didn't have to do my homework. So you'll hear from me in another few weeks or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh. And I have a little mechanical yeti to follow me around on Wow! Hopefully that might amuse someone. It's pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-4045901027435395845?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4045901027435395845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=4045901027435395845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4045901027435395845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4045901027435395845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-many-ways-can-i-say-this-is-about.html' title='How many ways can I say this is about nothing in particular?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-2742058896625244464</id><published>2008-08-25T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:58:58.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the depths of my laptop...</title><content type='html'>Due to the usual popular demand, here I am. Or am I? Yeah, I'm bored. I never thought I'd say this, but without actual schoolwork there isn't much to do here. Boo. I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate seems pretty cool. I just met her today but I feel I can accurately assess this because:&lt;br /&gt;1. She loves The Office&lt;br /&gt;2. She loves th Twilight books (and Edward in particular)&lt;br /&gt;3. She listens to Something Corporate and the Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;4. She loves the whale purse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see my point. Hopefully she'll be this cool after living with her for a year!&lt;br /&gt;She does decorate much, much better than me, though. Is there something missing from my girl genes that makes me a worse decorater than everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm. What else. I watched 3:10 to Yuma last night... and I've never been huge on Russell Crowe, but he's totally hot with the scruffy look he had in the movie. So Erica, I think you in particular would appreciate it. Nicole and Gee, I don't know your outlooks on him. But it's yummy nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched Little Nicky. Yeah, Erica, you in particular would hate that one. It was possibly one of the 5 dumbest movies I've ever seen. Which, in the company of Norbit and Epic movie, is saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I now own 3 pieces of clothing related to UT. Shocking, isn't it?? My dad gave me this old sweatshirt... it's huge but incredibly comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to figure out if I should get an apartment next year... Obviously I'd love the privacy and getting to cook... but at the same time I like being so close to campus and not having to commute. So who knows. But a senior living on campus might make me sad. How cool would that make me... a WOW playing, Stargate watching, 21 year old living on campus.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Edward Cullen would redeem me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw man. I forgot my guitar at home. And my broom, but my guitar is cooler. So there we go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-2742058896625244464?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/2742058896625244464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=2742058896625244464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/2742058896625244464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/2742058896625244464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-depths-of-my-laptop.html' title='From the depths of my laptop...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-7945850027599303661</id><published>2008-07-22T23:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:49:31.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to popular demand...</title><content type='html'>Well, my baby is back. I'm talking about my laptop, of course. I'm currently downloading everything back onto the hard drive as they wiped it doing repairs... but such is life.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more pictures than I realized... over two years' worth. I think I'd cry if I lost them. And downloading all my music CD's is going to be fun, let me tell you. Ughhhh. Stupid computer problems, and stupid computer repair people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all well know... I got my license last Thursday, and with it my pretty black car. So now I'm not only 20, but I drive! By myself, even. And pretty well, if I do say so myself. And with the exception of Gee, you all need to come ride with me at least once. The car's a lot roomier than Will's truck, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than computer issues and my driving, summer's been pretty uneventful. Some might call it boring, but I'm not actually discontent with it. I like being home and getting to make up for lost time... you know, the other 9 months of the year I don't see everyone, and especially Will. I like spending so much time with him, and getting into a routine that doesn't involve 5 phone calls a day. It makes me think that someday, I might want to spend all my days with him.  He's one of the only people I think I could stand that much... plus, I kinda like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica... you inspired me to make a 90's mix the other day. I miss youuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;And as for you, Nicole... come see me. Seriously. I'm starting to forget what you look like, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Gee... see you Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Julie goes to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-7945850027599303661?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7945850027599303661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=7945850027599303661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7945850027599303661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7945850027599303661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/07/due-to-popular-demand.html' title='Due to popular demand...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-8222946105234250073</id><published>2008-05-03T13:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:20:08.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's almost here...</title><content type='html'>It's a really nice day so I bring you a blog written on a table outside. It's only a week before I'm done with school for three whole months... so I'm just a little excited. I like summer... it might be too hot, but it's my birthday and there's swimming and just hanging around with everyone for a little while. Yay summer.&lt;br /&gt;I've been preparing for summer by doing some light working out and trying to get a little sun so my legs don't look like Casper's. That's what I'm doing right now, actually. I hope it helps, even a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my Nutrition exam Wednesday morning, my Sociology one Thursday afternoon, Spanish Friday night, and English Saturday afternoon. I'm glad they're spaced out a bit... but it sucks having exams in every class. By some miracle last year at this time I didn't have any, and I wish it would happen again. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been obsessed with Arizona sweet tea, which is the next best thing to Chicken Express' tea. Mmm. We all have to get tea every single day this summer. And swim a lot, we didn't swim mich last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying right about now.. but it's too nice out here. And there are cute squirrles running around distracting me. But I guess I'll go stop procrastinating... I heart you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-8222946105234250073?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/8222946105234250073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=8222946105234250073' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8222946105234250073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8222946105234250073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/05/summers-almost-here.html' title='Summer&apos;s almost here...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-4757345112725212887</id><published>2008-04-23T13:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:52:29.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going crazy...</title><content type='html'>Becuase my roomamte chews so loudly and smacks her gum like a damn cow chewing cud. I don't even understand how she doesn't hear it herself, but I guess people get used to their own habits. And I'm not going to say anything, the year's almost over anyhow... just thought I'd vent my frustration. She's nice and all, she just chews unbelievably annoyingly. Even Will's commented on it when he's been here so I know it's not just me.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I'm bieng anal :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sickness update! I have a sore throat today from coughing all day... luckily, I have cough drops. But my nose is runny and I just feel pretty miserable, not enough to sleep all day but just enough to frustrate me. Stupid sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to Rockwall this weekend, which should be fun. Except for helping my mom move, but I get free dinner and a chance to be a slave driver to Will and David. So I think it's bearable. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it... back to coughing my lungs out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-4757345112725212887?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4757345112725212887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=4757345112725212887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4757345112725212887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4757345112725212887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-going-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m going crazy...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-5528555493755681977</id><published>2008-04-21T13:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:21:06.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not good at clever titles...</title><content type='html'>But I thought I'd update before some of you threaten to kill me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two more weeks until school's done... well, plus another week of exams. I can't wait for summer, it seems like this semester's been dragging by. And I'm thinking for my birthday, I either want to go to a movie or ice skating... opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in addition to the wonderful stomach bug I seemed to have over the weekend, it appears now that I have a chest cold. I have a hacking cough and it feels vaguely like someone's sitting on my chest. Bleh. Why does my body hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been listening to a lot of HIM and Taking Back Sunday... nothing that strange there. I haven't had time to read anything of my own choosing, but I read Heart of Darkness for English and it was pretty damn good, if not confusing at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having a kitchen... I'm really wanting to cook something good. And possibly never eat microwaveable food again. Erica, next year when you're here I shall be over frequently to steal your kitchen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-5528555493755681977?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5528555493755681977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=5528555493755681977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5528555493755681977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5528555493755681977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/04/thought-id-update-before-some-of-you.html' title='I&apos;m not good at clever titles...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-5105905276443699371</id><published>2008-04-07T14:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:34:02.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm...</title><content type='html'>Hahahah. Wow. I didn't know you guys were &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; desperate to hear what's going on in my life... but ok! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am listening to Taking Back Sunday and waiting to go to my Spanish class. This week is going to be better than last week, I think. Last week I had three tests spread over four days and almost jumped off a tall building several times. But now it's only a month until school is out... so yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave me some retractable headphones. I'm using them right now and I think they're pretty awesome. I also went to Old Navy this weekend and bought some capris so I don't sweat myself to death all summer in my jeans. Yay shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm, Friday night Will, David and I went to his brother Wesley's house, and that was definitely... entertaining. I'd like to insert here that I someday hope to have a giant 60 inch TV like his brother... it's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;So at some point Travis decided we should have pina coladas... and as you all know, I never refuse free drinks. That was followed by me trying to take a nasty shot of rum which David had to finish. After all that there was drunken karaoke and me laughing at Wes and Maggie looking at penises on Craigslist (don't ask...). I also played Halo with the boys and was very proud to have killed a total of 3 people. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all! And I hope we shall have a very awesome summer. Nicole... you better come back for a little at least!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-5105905276443699371?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5105905276443699371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=5105905276443699371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5105905276443699371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5105905276443699371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/04/umm.html' title='Umm...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-6787615300667400023</id><published>2008-02-17T21:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:02:03.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject: Nothing</title><content type='html'>Fine, fine, you win. I'm posting, even though I should probably be studying for one of my three tests in the next two days. Then again... when has what I needed to do ever stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story's going pretty well, for those of you who've read it... if you haven't, I can send it to you. And David is wanting to make it into a movie probably over the summer, so if you're interested in helping at all (please do!) just tell me. Noah is just really hard to cast... sort of like Edward, I think of him as gorgeous and awesome and no normal guy I know can really fill the part. Oh the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Will hooked on the Office last weekend... and we spent this weekend going through season 2. It is a pretty awesome show... hehe. I hope to someday work in an office just like that. Never gonna happen, but a girl can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I make it through the next week... I might be able to breathe again. So I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay for Faye and Sven on QC! I knew it would happen all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-6787615300667400023?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/6787615300667400023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=6787615300667400023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/6787615300667400023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/6787615300667400023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/02/subject-nothing.html' title='Subject: Nothing'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-3749164497919236197</id><published>2008-01-22T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:16:20.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>I'm back in school. As is everyone else. I have a new roommate this semester, and so far she's really sweet. So I'm relieved about that. But I miss everyone from Rockwall, as usual... Christmas break was completely awesome. And now I don't want to go to school anymore. What's so wrong with sleeping all the time and reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in advanced Spanish this semester... and I basically have to quickly relearn everything I knew about Spanish in high school. Except I hope I won't just forget it like I did in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm writing a new story, which some of you have heard about... it should be quite interesting. It's the first one I've done with any action in it, and where people I know aren't the characters. Cross your fingers it turns out ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-3749164497919236197?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/3749164497919236197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=3749164497919236197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3749164497919236197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3749164497919236197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-3181302840417372812</id><published>2007-12-25T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:37:56.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas...</title><content type='html'>When I think back on it, Christmas really doesn't hold the same magic as it did when I was a little kid. Maybe it's the Santa aspect of it all, or maybe it's just the anticipation of getting all those toys you want so bad... but as you get older, Christmas really isn't quite the same. It's still awesome to get presents you want and spend time with family you never see otherwise, but it loses that intangible magic it held when you were younger. I really do remember how excited I used to get before Christmas, and I kind of miss that youthful innocence and sense of wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it should be a good day. Kelly, my grandma, aunt, uncle, and Will are coming over for lunch and the required present unwrapping, then we're going to a movie at some undetermined point today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to On the Border with my mom, Charlie and Will and had some wonderful Christmas Eve Mexican food. And then made chocolate fondue with the set Will's mom got us. It was a lot of fun... if not a little unorthodox. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all have good days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-3181302840417372812?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/3181302840417372812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=3181302840417372812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3181302840417372812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3181302840417372812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-5325982798213637348</id><published>2007-12-05T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:27:03.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A confession of sorts...</title><content type='html'>I wish I was more interesting, or at least that my life was. It seems like all I ever write about is that I'm busy with school and miss all my friends, but that's all that ever really goes on in my life. My love life isn't particularly dramatic or surprising, I don't really have anyone to gossip about, and I haven't done/seen anything particularly exciting lately.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I don't really mind this cycle of predictability, I'm happier without constant drama and confusion in my life. But I'm always thinking about how boring I must seem to everyone that reads this. &lt;em&gt;'Oh, look, Julie got an A on a test and is really sleepy. Wow, how exciting.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I wish my life was more exciting for everyone else's sake, so I'd have something interesting to say. Plus, I figure my kind readers don't want rants about how much I love Will and endless pictures of Ville Valo... I don't think even &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my pretty guitar did get ordered today... that's about the only exciting part of my day. I should get it by about the 15th or so... yay! I really really can't wait to actually start playing it, and torment you all with my original compositions. Kidding... or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I can't wait for Christmas break. Nothing unusual there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-5325982798213637348?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5325982798213637348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=5325982798213637348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5325982798213637348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5325982798213637348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/12/confession-of-sorts.html' title='A confession of sorts...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-4215060588394604862</id><published>2007-11-28T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:04:27.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing significant...</title><content type='html'>Since everyone wishes for me to write... I shall write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on in my life, aside from the somewhat mundane. I have two tests this week, and then a test and two papers due next week. All of that plus four finals the week after that. Basically, I'm pretty much stressed out about school. I can't wait until Christmas, just so I'll have a break and won't have to worry about needing to get something done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Will and I watched Hannibal Rising last weekend, and I am now pretty much in love with Gaspard Ulliel, the guy that plays young Hannibal. I never thought a guy could look so sexy eating people. Plus, he's French, which definitely also adds to the sexiness factor. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the little spare time I actually have I'm rereading Interview with the Vampire ... I haven't read it since I was about 13, and so I barely remember anything that happened. It is a really awesome book, though. I'm in a bit of a vampires kick lately, in case you didn't notice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Will's getting me a guitar for Christmas... I know I told everyone already, but I'm quite excited to actually get a real guitar learn to play. I've wanted to for a few years now, and I'm going to take the time to do it for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Christmas should hurry up and get here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-4215060588394604862?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4215060588394604862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=4215060588394604862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4215060588394604862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4215060588394604862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/11/nothing-significant.html' title='Nothing significant...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-252263959537599018</id><published>2007-11-10T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T12:17:03.853-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black holes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>Lately I Realized...</title><content type='html'>That everyone's been writing about what they realized about themselves lately. And I don't seem to have anything that I've realized about myself. Except maybe that I don't like being sick much. My chest cold rages on, but last night I developed a fever and had chills, too. It was muy fun, let me tell you. Boo sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I got a 96 on my Astronomy test yesterday, I am very, very happy about that. It's the first A I've gotten on a test all semester, even though I've been busting my ass. So yay for Julie kicking black hole ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided Will needs to read Twilight, but doesn't actually like to read much, so I'm dramatically reading him Twilight. It's quite amusing, I get to do voices and such. Oh, and I had another dream about Edward last night, this time that he was talking to me at school and decided we hadn't spent much time together lately and needed to hang out. If only. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am doing laundry. I know, fascinating and exhilarating, right? My life is not very exciting, but I don't mind much. Maybe that could be my awesome revelation about myself. I think I'm getting old, drama's too tiring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I miss you all that read my blog. And I'm very excited to see everyone on Thanksgiving. And just have a break from school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-252263959537599018?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/252263959537599018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=252263959537599018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/252263959537599018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/252263959537599018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/11/lately-i-realized.html' title='Lately I Realized...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-5981887106735115152</id><published>2007-11-04T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:18:08.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires Will Never Hurt You...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so Erica turned me onto the Twilight series when I saw her on Friday... I started reading on Friday and finished the third one just about an hour ago. They're pretty much amazing, I haven't gotten into a book so intensely in a long time. Not since the seventh Harry Potter, at least. But seriously... gorgeous vampires and romance. Two of my favorite things in one book. They are just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Erica... thank you! And Nicole, too. Your recommendation was passed on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my weekend was really good. Gee and Andy came over yesterday, and they hung out while Will and I carved pumpkins, a sort of late Halloween activity. The pumpkins turned out better than I thought they would, I made a pretty traditional pumpkin face on one and Will did a heartagram on the other for me. Then we baked the seeds, which also turned out better than I had hoped. I would say I made an awesome dinner for everyone... except Will made the awesome dinner, and I was feeling really sick, so I just sat there and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening we went to David's, and he was in a strangely social mood so we went to Walmart. Except that David decided he wanted to go dressed in his bounty hunter outfit from Halloween. You know, just imagine Boba Fett from Star Wars, walking around Walmart. I swear, I don't know why I like those boys so much. They're quite insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's November and close to Thanksgiving! I'm excited for a break from school, I decided I could use one. So could all of you. So there you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-5981887106735115152?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5981887106735115152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=5981887106735115152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5981887106735115152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5981887106735115152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/11/vampires-will-never-hurt-you.html' title='Vampires Will Never Hurt You...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-8392779664009122289</id><published>2007-10-31T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:17:59.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Halloween...</title><content type='html'>The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (if you don’t have a blog, email me)&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read their blog.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love doing laundry and actually look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;2. When I'm bored I watch HIM videos and imagine Ville's singing to me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I really miss getting to cook decent food while I'm in Austin.&lt;br /&gt;4. Weekends get me through the rest of the days.&lt;br /&gt;5. I might be really boy crazy. But only in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;6. I always try to get the sticky label on the top of CDs off whole.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm obsessed with smores flavored Pop Tarts.&lt;br /&gt;8. I like my hair looking perfect all the time. Even when I'm just sitting around my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like Erica said... anyone who actually reads this is tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-8392779664009122289?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/8392779664009122289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=8392779664009122289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8392779664009122289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8392779664009122289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-halloween.html' title='For Halloween...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-3516494297008453820</id><published>2007-10-29T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:02:44.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='execution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ville valo'/><title type='text'>Did you know...</title><content type='html'>that Nebraska still executes people on death row by the electric chair? They're the only state that hasn't switched to lethal injection.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know people still used that method... seems a little outdated to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in completely unrelated news, my Ville Valo poster (the one with his really green eyes)freaked out my roommate. Which makes me amused.&lt;br /&gt;My concert is in 22 days... yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-3516494297008453820?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/3516494297008453820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=3516494297008453820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3516494297008453820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3516494297008453820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/10/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-849822697115943534</id><published>2007-10-28T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:28:33.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten things that...</title><content type='html'>have made me happy lately. Because I'm bored. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting to see my friends and Billiam&lt;br /&gt;2. The new HIM, Against Me! and Motion City albums&lt;br /&gt;3. Yummy food (baked potatoes, scampi, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;4. The cold&lt;br /&gt;5. Chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleeping late&lt;br /&gt;7. David looking like a dork in his Star Wars bounty hunter outfit&lt;br /&gt;8. The movie Knocked Up&lt;br /&gt;9. Thanksgiving break coming up soon...&lt;br /&gt;10. Pink lemonade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-849822697115943534?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/849822697115943534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=849822697115943534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/849822697115943534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/849822697115943534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-bored-at-moment.html' title='Ten things that...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-7303723244109671044</id><published>2007-10-21T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:56:55.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you were wondering...</title><content type='html'>Here's what's new with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to dinner with my roommate and a bunch of her friends last night, for her birthday... it was really nice to get out and have a decent meal for once. We went to this little Mexican place and I had a beef taco and a beef enchilada, they were goooood. Too bad I'm really shy around new people, but Emily's friends were really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my midterms, hooray. I've pretty much spent this weekend vegging out, with the exception of writing a paper and doing laundry. Oh, and surfing Youtube, too, but that's not exactly productivce in most people's opinion of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching MTVu lately and have come to the conclusion that I need to update my music collection. Badly. Too bad I don't exactly have a lot of money. Erica, send me that CD you said you would, I think it was the Starting Line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 pages for my story, last I checked. And I'm pretty sure I'm writing more regularly then I did with My Chem. So hooray for Julie's story! It's nice and juicy, much unlike my real life. I think I prefer fictional drama over real drama, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys... you should come entertain me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-7303723244109671044?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7303723244109671044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=7303723244109671044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7303723244109671044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7303723244109671044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='In case you were wondering...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-3765563952720914647</id><published>2007-10-15T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:23:59.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm listening to the Darkness right now. For no apparent reason. Hehe. It makes Mondays suck a little less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of sad this weekend had to end... I didn't realize that I missed everyone quite so much. Plus, it was pretty much awesome to finally get everyone into the same room. Even playing Halo was fun, especially with Erica, as we both kind of suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my History test back today... and I got an 87. I don't know why I can only seem to get B's this semester, so I'm determined to bust my ass from now on and do better. Still, an 87 isn't that bad, particularly after my post-test freakout, where I was convinced I'd failed. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to rain here. It's raining in Rockwall and Waco, according to my sources... send it here! My allergies are killing me today, I'd kind of like some rain to clear the air and all that good stuff. It might actually get cooler than 85, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get to class in a few... bleh. Anyone wanna escape to somewhere exotic with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-3765563952720914647?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/3765563952720914647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=3765563952720914647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3765563952720914647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3765563952720914647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/10/cant-explain-all-feelings-that-youre.html' title='Can&apos;t explain all the feelings that you&apos;re making me feel...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-7820664562988248796</id><published>2007-10-09T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:30:47.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally killed my Myspace...</title><content type='html'>And now I feel strangely free. It's nice. I seriously haven't talked to anyone on there in so long. So now it's deleterated. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been spending my time writing and going to class. It's my life, obviously there's nothing incredibly entertaining going on. In my fictional world, it's an entirely different story... hehe. I might be a bit of a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for seeing everyone soon.&lt;br /&gt;And for wearing my cute new navy blue shoes tomorrow. It's seriously retarded, I'm an 8 1/2, and so Old Navy decides to only carry size 8 and 9. I don't get that. So now I have shoes 1/2 size too big for me. But they're too cute for me to care that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone doing, anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-7820664562988248796?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7820664562988248796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=7820664562988248796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7820664562988248796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7820664562988248796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-finally-killed-my-myspace.html' title='I finally killed my Myspace...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-7348795776870967047</id><published>2007-10-07T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:13:38.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy biscuits'/><title type='text'>Weekends.</title><content type='html'>Weekends are wonderful, especially when they make the boring and stressful days in between worth it. This weekend was definitely one of those, for no other reason than it was relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Will came down, and that afternoon we went to Target and did some shopping. Yay for shopping, it's been forever since I've bought clothes. I got this amazingly soft blue hoodie, the new Motion City CD, and a pair of leggings so my poor legs don't freeze this winter. Then we came back to my room and watched Office Space and the last half of Anchorman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we did all my laundry, then went to Old Navy, where I got some navy blue ballet slippers and Will got jeans, which he desperately needed. After all that we went to Red Lobster for dinner, and I ate so many biscuits that my stomach hurt for the rest of the night. Yummy, yummy biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wrote more of my story, which I think has reached 21 pages now. I think it's getting pretty good, too. I really missed writing, more than I can express.&lt;br /&gt;And I also decided I should be productive and studied some for my History test tomorrow, whose ass I hope to kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's about all for now. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone next weekend and getting to cook again. I miss cooking a loooot. Dorm microwaves are evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-7348795776870967047?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7348795776870967047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=7348795776870967047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7348795776870967047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7348795776870967047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekends-are-wonderful-especially-when.html' title='Weekends.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-8398400925721974095</id><published>2007-10-04T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:24:42.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Story.</title><content type='html'>Just tell me if you want to read it, and I shall email it to you.&lt;br /&gt;It's good so far. And 8 pages long.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the writing groove at the moment, so good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and someone needs to help me make up fake names. I always suck at that part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-8398400925721974095?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/8398400925721974095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=8398400925721974095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8398400925721974095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8398400925721974095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-story.html' title='New Story.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-3446581774493510065</id><published>2007-10-03T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:37:19.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing, really...</title><content type='html'>So right now I'm indulging in my favorite because-I-got-out-of-bed-this-morning treat, a vanilla frappuccino and some candy. Specifically, chewy sweet tarts. Yum. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my writer's block is finally beginning to dissolve, which is awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I need to do is stay inspired and keep writing as much as I can. I decided one of my before-I'm-30 goals is to write a book. I think the My Chem story could possibly count, it's almost as long as a book. But alas, unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;I also decided I could probably write romance novels. As long as someone else wrote the explicit sex scenes, haha. I know, I know, that's the point of the books, but I can write all the in-between stuff really well. It's just the actual writing about sex that makes me feel icky. Ironic, really, as I spent practically a whole year of my life reading trashy fanfics. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that I was pregnant. And I was telling my parents, and they told me I had to get married to Will. And then my dad told me he'd still give me money every month like he does now. Which, when I think about it, isn't nearly enough to take care of a baby. But whatever. And the freaky part is, in the beginning of the dream I was looking in the mirror, wondering how big I'd get because I wasn't showing yet, but after what seemed like no time had passed I was huge. It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I have a review session for my History class. With the TA I think is kinda cute. Hehe. And my crushes might be a bit strange and pointless, when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the overload of randomness, I guess I'm kinda bored. But thank you for listening, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-3446581774493510065?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/3446581774493510065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=3446581774493510065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3446581774493510065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3446581774493510065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/10/having-babies-and-trashy-romance-novels.html' title='Nothing, really...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-7477435474781493957</id><published>2007-10-01T14:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:44:14.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too little sleep will do this to you.</title><content type='html'>So not only am I exhausted today, but I have lots of homework to do. Ugh. But I had coffee, so my day has improved slightly. Also helping was that my History test has been bumped back to next Monday, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally October... so where is the cold weather? Apparently Texas didn't get the memo that it's fall now. Sometimes I wish I lived further north... except lots of snow might get annoying after a while, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me writing with no real purpose, haha. Buuut I did decide that man bags are a good indication a guy might swing the other way, if you get my drift. And it also makes me think of the Friends episode when Joey got the man bag, hehe. So maybe I'm wrong and the guy in question is totally straight. Who really knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I miss you guys, so much. I wish we could all be in the same place at the same time for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-7477435474781493957?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7477435474781493957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=7477435474781493957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7477435474781493957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7477435474781493957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/10/exhaustion-will-do-this-to-you.html' title='Too little sleep will do this to you.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-1315057333753746490</id><published>2007-09-30T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:40:41.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm.</title><content type='html'>Today's been a pretty good day. For no apparent reason. Probably because I don't have to go and do anything in particular.&lt;br /&gt;I got a hole in the heel of my black flip flops... somehow, that made me proud. Maybe because I wore them a lot? I don't know, I think I might be strange.&lt;br /&gt;And I bought a ridiculously overpriced plastic water bottle at the little store next to my dorm. Apparently having a longhorn on it enables people to charge as much as they want. Which is completely stupid but normal for UT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm making macaroni. And procrastinating on finishing my History notecards and reading Roe v. Wade for Sociology. I don't mind the subject matter of the case (abortion, in case you don't know...) but I hate reading legal documents. They just have a crap flow and wording I can never seem to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will's coming down next weekend, I can't wait to see him, as always. We haven't decided if we want to go get David from Waco on Saturday, because then he could come and hang out until Will leaves Sunday. Plus... I could see Erica! But I'm not sure if that'll work out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want some puppies. A husky and a golden retriever, to be exact. I think huskys are the most awesome and adorable dogs ever. Wow, I'm such a girl. "I want babies and puppies..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... my macaroni's done. Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-1315057333753746490?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/1315057333753746490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=1315057333753746490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1315057333753746490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1315057333753746490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-4877203963745243494</id><published>2007-09-27T23:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:41:26.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day is done...</title><content type='html'>And everyone left me to go sleep. Which is strange, usually it's the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Erica for a while today, it was nice... We haven't talked like that in I don't know how long. I miss her bunches and bunches. She truly is the voice of sanity. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone so much... I talked to David on the phone, too, which was amusement. :) And Gee on aim. But it's nothing like seeing everyone in person and just hanging out. I want Christmas break to be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I relate better to boys than girls. They're less complicated and less likely to turn on the evil for no reason. Or maybe it's just that I've had bad experiences with girls.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the exception, obviously... I love you more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Erica made me want to get married... haha. And have a baby, too, but I'd prefer the wedding at this point, because with a wedding you don't have to get fat and, you know, give birth. Ugh. So a wedding it is! Haha. I think I want a small one. Small-ish, at least, I get really freaked out in front of a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, maybe I should consult Will before the big day, you know, give him a chance to propose. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm gonna sleep... Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-4877203963745243494?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4877203963745243494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=4877203963745243494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4877203963745243494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4877203963745243494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-now-pronnounce-you-husband-and-wife.html' title='Another day is done...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-6886276007214656536</id><published>2007-09-25T20:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:49:05.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine, I admit it...</title><content type='html'>I listen to way too much Fall Out Boy. I can't even help it, it just makes me happy. And I'm not that incredibly ashamed of it, either. Not that it matters, but I also developed a bit of a crush on Patrick, I'm starting to think he's cuter than Pete. Haha. I feel like a little 15 year old emo girl for writing about this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's not killing me too much. Except when it is. I actually enjoy my classes, for the most part. And the work load isn't any higher than it has been. My Sociology class is really good, we're talking about eugenics and abortion right now. It might not be pleasant... but it's definitely interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a collage for my wall of pictures of everyone... it shall be awesome. Hopefully it'll make me miss everyone less because I'll be laughing too hard. Yay for glossy photo paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna kill their Myspace with me? Come on... everyone's doing it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-6886276007214656536?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/6886276007214656536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=6886276007214656536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/6886276007214656536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/6886276007214656536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/fine-i-admit-it.html' title='Fine, I admit it...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-296424272060400762</id><published>2007-09-23T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T18:22:15.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings.</title><content type='html'>He's only been gone for an hour and I miss him already. It's sad really. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shorter hair, I love it. You should go see my facebook, there are pictures. Yay. There are also some I took of me with Hershey's kiss foil made into a grill, but I decided not to post those. Everyone thinks I'm weird enough already, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony of the day-I really hate the color orange and yet I go to UT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-296424272060400762?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/296424272060400762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=296424272060400762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/296424272060400762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/296424272060400762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/musings.html' title='Musings.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-6044567407987677354</id><published>2007-09-18T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:34:24.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light...</title><content type='html'>Why the hell is everyone getting married? Not you guys, obviously, but I've talked to like 3 or 4 people from high school that got married within the last year.&lt;br /&gt;So why the rush? We're still young, why not just date someone and enjoy their company, and your freedom too, before rushing into a lifetime commitment?&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love Will, I fully intend on marrying him, but not for a few more years, in all likelihood. And not until I'm fully able to be an adult and support myself and start creating a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it, I definitely do want to get married. There's something almost glamorous about weddings- the pretty rings, the expensive dress, the flowers, the honeymoon, all that great stuff. But I think, more than anything, that marriage is about the relationship and the love you share with that person. And you can have the nicest wedding of anyone you know, but that doesn't necessarily mean the relationship will survive. I think sometimes, people get so caught up in the material stuff of getting married, they neglect the foundation for the entire marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have a hunch dating and marriage are nothing alike. And I don't think I'm ready for it. Most people our age probably aren't.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder if people that are 18, 19, 20 years old know what they're getting into when they say, "I do.". My two cents on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanyway... I'm sleepy. And listening to the Gym Class Heroes. They make me laugh. I know, my blogs are probably bipolar, but oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;Today's a better day. School's not overwhelming me so much. And I slept lots last night. So yay!&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-6044567407987677354?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/6044567407987677354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=6044567407987677354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/6044567407987677354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/6044567407987677354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-thought-i-loved-you-it-was-just-how.html' title='I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-8631267802620854048</id><published>2007-09-17T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:58:57.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat disjointed.</title><content type='html'>So I'm in somewhat of a funk today. Everything makes me want to hurl my chair out of the window. And believe me, I would, except my roomate might be scared shitless. And I'd have to pay for the damages and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what's wrong. I miss you, all of you. And all the good times we've had. It's those times that keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;I just miss Will, too. You think I'd get used to not seeing him during the week, and for the most part I am used to it, but there's still that feeling deep down that won't go away. And it really sucks sometimes. I don't even know how to put into words my feelings about him... it's just that despite the imperfections, he means everything to me. Haha, wow, sorry for the sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying too much lately. And when I'm not, I'm talking with my roomate. She's awesome and nice, but nothing like you all. So I suppose it's stress and isolation that's getting to me. Nothing out of the ordinary. And perhaps a deep desire for the new Motion City album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cutting my hair. Probably to my shoulders. And maybe bangs, but not the thick ones I had in my old pictures. I just need something different, I think. And cutting my hair off is a better idea than going base jumping or bullfighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David promised we'd watch the last episode of Voyager this weekend. Which I have never seen. I know, I'm a loser. He's better to watch it with than Greenberg, let me tell you. I shudder at the memories of that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't even make sense, does it? I don't think I make sense most of the time. Sorry about the rambling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-8631267802620854048?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/8631267802620854048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=8631267802620854048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8631267802620854048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8631267802620854048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/somewhat-disjointed.html' title='Somewhat disjointed.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-5065415324508289085</id><published>2007-09-13T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:06:11.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and you...</title><content type='html'>I'm quite excited for this weekend. I get to see four, that's right four, of my bestest friends and forgive me for being a loser, but I miss everyone soooo much. If only Nicole was coming down... it would be complete. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I have no life, as I don't have many (ok, fine, any) friends down here and I'm trying to pull my grades up still after last year's, well, academic blechhh. So I love weekends. They are amazing. Plus, I get to cook. Which also makes me happy. And all the sweet tea and cream soda I want... it's the life, I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more exciting news, it's my and Will's year and a half today, which is awesome. I love him so much and just wish we could see each other everyday. That would make school less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be it... I'll see you guys soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-5065415324508289085?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5065415324508289085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=5065415324508289085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5065415324508289085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5065415324508289085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-and-you.html' title='Me and you...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-9030229600688307574</id><published>2007-09-09T18:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:50:48.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I got a new phone. Yaaaay. It's red and pretty and you can see it on facebook. And it came with a Bluetooth headset, which is awesome because now I can walk around looking like I'm talking to myself. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a lot of fun... Will and I went ice skating, which was entertaining, as always. Neither of us fell, sadly. There were about a million people at the Galleria, though, because they were having a Dallas Stars signing. Their dancers were ice skating with us, too. Of course I had to pick the busiest Saturday ever to go skating, haha. Then I made catfish and we watched Van Helsing (which was bad). But all in all... it was a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. No more school. Just sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-9030229600688307574?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/9030229600688307574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=9030229600688307574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/9030229600688307574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/9030229600688307574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-4206682292466819899</id><published>2007-09-04T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:32:01.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The raindrops keep falling on my head...</title><content type='html'>Hmm. It's raining. It only really started when I left my last class, too. And let me tell you, it's not much fun to juggle a phone, a drink without a lid, and an umbrella. I think the weather gods are mad at me for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my headphones, I can't listen to music very loudly without them. I want new music of some kind, I'm stuck in a figurative musical rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my and Will's one and a half year anniversary next week, so we're celebrating this weekend. I was thinking of taking him ice skating and then make a nice romantic dinner. I wish I had the money to do something nicer than that for him... Oh well. I know he puts up with a lot from me, and I love him for being so patient and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do homework. Hence this entry. But I really should. So maybe I will. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-4206682292466819899?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4206682292466819899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=4206682292466819899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4206682292466819899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4206682292466819899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='The raindrops keep falling on my head...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-8985843852731551121</id><published>2007-09-02T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:41:27.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think...</title><content type='html'>That stupid and immature people should not be allowed to have children. Or exist, for that matter, but that sounds a tad judgemental. I mean, nothing against them, they're entitled to be as stupid/immature as they wish... it just makes me feel for the children of these obvious idiots. How intelligent and mature can these children ever possibly hope to be, with that kind of role model? Sheesh. Ok, ok, end of rant, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's working again. For no reason. So yeah. I'm gonna get a new one anyway next weekend, so yay for new phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee was here, we had a good time as always, I made salmon. Will, Andy and David played kickball with Maggie and Travis and such folks. I didn't feel too good, plus I hate sports, so Geneva and I sat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see Erica at all... :(&lt;br /&gt;She should call me, I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that... nothing too exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-8985843852731551121?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/8985843852731551121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=8985843852731551121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8985843852731551121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8985843852731551121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think.html' title='I think...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-8509697678429446799</id><published>2007-08-30T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T13:24:07.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrrr.</title><content type='html'>So don't try to call me. Apparently my phone decided to commit suicude and I can receive calls, but no one can hear what I'm saying. Which is dumb. So now I have to get a new phone. I told my dad this one was dying, but no, he doesn't listen. It's been shutting itself off and not answering calls lately, so I figured its days were numbered.&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhh. I'll let you know when I can talk again. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-8509697678429446799?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/8509697678429446799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=8509697678429446799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8509697678429446799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8509697678429446799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/08/grrrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrrr.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-439194659037006094</id><published>2007-08-28T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:48:07.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Worst Enemy.</title><content type='html'>I don't even know why what she said annoyed me. I already know I'm shy and spend most of my free time reading or talking to people on the Internet. I don't party, but I've never thought of myself as antisocial. I just don't happen to have any close friends here. I've met people I like talking to in class, but it's never been who I am to go out of my way to join groups to meet people. And I guess I just haven't really clicked with anyone here. I've thought I had a few times... but apparently they didn't feel the same. So I don't make any huge attempts to make friends, and people think I'm wasting my college experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to be here, that's the thing, I just don't fit in here. Everyone at UT is here to be social and party and I just want to make it through school. I'd love to go somewhere smaller, where I already know some people. It's my dad that wanted this for me, he was always the social type and he loved UT. And I never had the balls to disagree with him when he wanted me to apply here. So maybe it's my own fault everyone thinks I'm a loser or a social idiot. Sorry... just needed to blow off steam. Bahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you guys were here. I miss you a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-439194659037006094?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/439194659037006094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=439194659037006094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/439194659037006094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/439194659037006094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-own-worst-enemy.html' title='My Own Worst Enemy.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-4162624355986673652</id><published>2007-08-27T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T17:00:59.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I'm here. In Austin and my new room and all. My roomate's name is Emily, she's really nice and outgoing. I feel like a loser, everyone here's so freaking friendly. I'm just the little strange quiet girl.&lt;br /&gt;San Jacinto's niiiiiice... a little bit like a fancy hotel. And we have a private bathroom and all. The only sad part is I can't rely on a cleaning staff to clean it for me anymore... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Labor Day weekend... I get to see Erica and everyone else. It was funny, David actually seemed sad I had to go back to school. He said he misses having people to hang out with after work, which I interpreted as he'll miss me. Boys are strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish Will was here to stay. :(&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. I'm on the sixth Harry Potter... yay. I think I caught a lot more this time around. I want to finish them all before school starts but there's no way that'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... fun, huh? Yeah, my life is pretty much boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-4162624355986673652?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4162624355986673652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=4162624355986673652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4162624355986673652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4162624355986673652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/08/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-8547550696723510433</id><published>2007-08-20T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:28:11.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what I was hoping for.</title><content type='html'>For Florida and all. I really wanted to get away from worrying about life. Maybe get a little tan, too. But not anymore. My dad... he has to go to the hospital. To make a long story short... he had blood work done, and there's internal bleeding. Which could mean an ulcer, or a polyp in his colon, or maybe cancer. So he has to get more tests done to determine what it is. I really hope it's not cancer. I know I bitch about my dad a lot... but I love him. I hope he'll be all right. Bleh. I'm just down today, I guess. David and Will made me feel better. But I still wanna go sleep for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't call you guys and tell you... I just don't wanna have to think about it more than I already am. Call me tomorrow, I'll feel better then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-8547550696723510433?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/8547550696723510433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=8547550696723510433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8547550696723510433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8547550696723510433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-what-i-was-hoping-for.html' title='Not what I was hoping for.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-238432659112294468</id><published>2007-08-10T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:27:10.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near!</title><content type='html'>The end of school, that is. And hopefully of my stress, at least for a few weeks. Summer school's not that bad, actually. The teachers kind of go easy on you because they have to cram so much into a month. Unfortunately... I have a big exam tomorrow and I'm stressing. Tomorrow night I shall be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see everyone again. It's not like I haven't seen most people in the last two weeks... but it's definitely a lot less than when I was home for the first part of summer. :(&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking forward to being able to have more than a freaking dinky-ass microwave and actually cook things that taste good. Mmmmmm, food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I dunno... I'm sleepy. I had a dream me and Will were at Wal-mart and they had this dog for sale. It was orange and only like $20 and I begged Will to let me get it. But then this other lady got it first so we were like, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a dream that me, Erica and Nicole were all at my house, and my dad was advising us on what color to dye our hair. I think I was gonna go darker and Nicole was going to go red again. But before we went to get dye my dad said we had to pick up this guy from high school because he needed a ride. I have no clue what either of them means, except possibly that I want a dog and to dye my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating, huh? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-238432659112294468?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/238432659112294468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=238432659112294468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/238432659112294468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/238432659112294468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-7512102969920941374</id><published>2007-08-05T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:43:59.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The concert...</title><content type='html'>Was amazing. Except for the heat, but that's what you get when you go to an outdoor show in Texas in August. And the $4 bottles of water and the fact we couldn't even bring blankets to sit on was annoying. But other than that... it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saosin was really good, even though I had to go sit down halfway through their set because I felt like I was going to throw up. :(&lt;br /&gt;Buuuut I got to meet Cove (the lead singer) and he's gorgeous. Geneva pretty much made me go up there with her and I'm glad she got me to. I felt like I was fifteen again, and nervous to talk to a cute boy... haha. I feel really dorky whenever I'm in the presence of a really hot guy. It's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ville Valo! Drool. He's perfectly amazing and beautiful. Just like I thought. Granted, I was way up on the grass... but he still looked amazing. He didn't sing some of my songs, and I was sad, but it was a reeeeally good set. I just wanted another hour or so with him, haha. He does this whole wailing thing live he never does on CD, and it's adorable. Hehehehe. I adore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday rocked, as usual, and Adam's stage banter amused Will. I almost forgot how much I love them. :)&lt;br /&gt;And My Chem! My loves. They ruled. Just like I expected. Gerard made all the guys take their shirts off at one point and I laughed. I hadn't heard any of the songs off Black Parade live yet... so it was wonderful. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make fun of Linkin Park... except to say Chester Bennington looks like a rat. He's not prettyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee and Andy got really sunburned... not fun for them. I miraculously didn't, and neither did Will. Then we went to IHOP after the show, that was yummy. I love pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;It would have been a completely amazing day, except I ended up getting sick at like 3 am... no clue why. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;But it was great. Hehe. I wish I didn't have to go back to school. Going on HIM's tour bus would be much more fun. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-7512102969920941374?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7512102969920941374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=7512102969920941374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7512102969920941374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7512102969920941374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/08/concert.html' title='The concert...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-2265872186057630405</id><published>2007-08-01T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:10:09.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of My Life.</title><content type='html'>That's right, my love for none other than Ville Valo has been rekindled. I blame the new HIM video, where the first shot is of Ville shirtless. He hijacked my heart, I swear. :p&lt;br /&gt;Thinking so much about the concert has made my inner insane fangirl come out. It's sad, really, haha. Now I've been thinking, what if HIM does miraculously happen to have a signing Saturday? What the hell would I say to Ville? What if I sound like a complete idiot or even faint? Bahhh. Haha. I think I might actually be in danger of becoming a blithering lunatic though, especially if he's a gorgeous as he is in the new video. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone bunches!!! Erica and Nicole are gone away on vacation. I see Gee, Will and Andy soon... but I miss the rest of my peoples. I hope you guys are having a kickass time on your respective beaches! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in interesting news... Yoshi called Will last night, wanting to know if Will wanted to go to a concert tomorrow with him. Will said no, he's coming to get me. But I'll bet you anything it was a way for him to talk to Will again, I've heard from people a few times how much he misses Will.&lt;br /&gt;I actually figured it would be a matter of time until this would happen, with us and David running into him at Wal-Mart and all. I almost feel bad for Yoshi, believe it or not. They were best friends for a long time. Bleh. There's this whole contradiction inside of me, where part of me wonders sometimes if maybe he deserves another chance to make it right and then there's the part of me that is convinced he got exactly what he deserves when he lost Will.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I doubt he would feel bad about what he did to me. And because of that I can't picture it working out, not only because I can't forgive someone who isn't remorseful but because Will wouldn't forgive him if I couldn't. Bah. Sorry about this. It's just been on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of thinking about that... Ville Valo!!! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-2265872186057630405?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/2265872186057630405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=2265872186057630405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/2265872186057630405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/2265872186057630405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-of-my-life.html' title='The Love of My Life.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-2898930034398076378</id><published>2007-07-31T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:09:00.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ville valo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Ville Valo is coming!</title><content type='html'>Mmmm. Project Revolution. Saturday. Pretty boys. Julie excited. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;But I really am... I haven't been to a concert since Christmas, so this is a pretty big deal for me. And it's my first time seeing HIM! I really, really can't wait for that, I've been wanting to see them since senior year and have been thwarted every time. Like the time they came to Dallas the night I graduated. That one really made me mad!&lt;br /&gt;But yay for seeing HIM. And My Chem... I never, ever get tired of seeing them. I've never seen Saosin, and they're really good, so yay for music. As for TBS... Adam Lazarra is amazing. That's all I have to say about that. :)&lt;br /&gt;Andy and Gee will be my and Will's lovely dates for the day. Double dating is quite fun, now that we know a couple that doesn't make me homicidal. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking off Friday so we can pick up Geneva from Edgewood and just spend a day hanging out, and I'm ecstatic about a break from school, small as it may be. Summer school's every single day and really fast paced, and I'm doing really well, but I'm exhausted. So yay for breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sad side... my longtime concert buddy, Erica, will not be going with us, because of a family vacation. Erica, I'll miss you!!! I saw My Chem both of the previous times with you, it just won't be the same. But you might end up throwing things at Ville, like pantyhose and lipstick, so maybe it's all for the best. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-2898930034398076378?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/2898930034398076378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=2898930034398076378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/2898930034398076378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/2898930034398076378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/07/ville-valo-is-coming.html' title='Ville Valo is coming!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-8190929963926501444</id><published>2007-07-29T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:36:14.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter was so good! I got it Thursday afternoon and finished it Friday evening... and I loved it. I thought the ending was adorable, and I almost wish there were more books to come. Oh well, I'm glad she didn't drag the series out waaay too long until everyone was actually hoping it would end. Mmm. I still need to see the fifth movie, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining every damn day I've been here for the past week. I'm so sick of my jeans getting wet and having to carry an umbrella around. And not to mention every time it rains, the streets flood and I'm halfway afraid of getting swept off my feet. I'll just call it the great Austin monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, school But Project Revolution is next weekend... yaaaaay. I'm soooo excited. Been listening to nothing but My Chem and HIM for the past two weeks, in preparation. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-8190929963926501444?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/8190929963926501444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=8190929963926501444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8190929963926501444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/8190929963926501444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-was-so-good-i-got-it.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-5519394101526347944</id><published>2007-07-25T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:20:59.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>I'm about to go crazy.</title><content type='html'>I still have no Harry Potter.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;And Will's not home yet so he can't tell me if it got there today like it should. This is quite terrible, waiting like this. I'm impatient, I know, but it seems like everyone else in the whole world has read it. There was a discussion in one of my facebook groups about the ending, and I had to restrain myself from reading. Bahhhhh. Frustation. I've been waiting for this book and I really, really wanna read it. Maybe I'm being dramatic but all this waiting has really made me anticipate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... I have a test tomorrow, in History. Wish me luck! So I'll probably be studying for the rest of the day. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;It's raining, too, which I love as long as I'm not out in it. Today's been a pretty decent day so far, actually. We even got out of Government 45 minutes early. Quite nice. And I ran into Amelia, the girl I always talked to in Computer Science senior year, and D, the guy that liked me from my Psych class. It was nice seeing familiar faces for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-5519394101526347944?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5519394101526347944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=5519394101526347944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5519394101526347944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5519394101526347944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-about-to-go-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m about to go crazy.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-5575594623100412785</id><published>2007-07-24T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:26:41.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone.</title><content type='html'>Today I feel pretty blah for some reason. And really alone. It wasn't my choice to be here, believe me. If I had my way I'd see everyone in Rockwall as much as possible, and that includes right now.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like no one really cares about me. I know it's stupid to think that way because I have a lot of people that love me, I guess it's because I'm in a depress-y mood today. Sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no Harry Potter. Everyone else ,except Gee and Nicole, is done with it, which sucks. It's tempting to ask what happens, but I won't. Still haven't seen the movie, either. I might try to this weekend, if money's not too big of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else is really going on... and now, class calls. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-5575594623100412785?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5575594623100412785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=5575594623100412785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5575594623100412785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5575594623100412785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/07/alone.html' title='Alone.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-2869248104012799222</id><published>2007-07-22T23:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:27:40.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think Harry Potter's the only man that will never let you down."</title><content type='html'>My friends are strange. But I love them for it. I think I'm kinda strange, too, so it all works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh, I don't have the new Harry Potter book yet, won't get it until Wednesday, and I might die. Cause Barnes and Noble's pure evil and didn't ship it until yesterday. Fuckasses. I am quite tempted to go online and read it... but I want to be genuinely surprised for the last time. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me what happens, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. We're in the process of shopping for all the stuff for Will's apartment and it's fun... for me at least. Today we went to IKEA and got lost. That place is freaking ridiculous and huge. I've also come to the conclusion that everything is waaaay too expensive. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh for tests. I have two next week. But I shall prevail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-2869248104012799222?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/2869248104012799222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=2869248104012799222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/2869248104012799222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/2869248104012799222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-harry-potters-only-man-that.html' title='&quot;I think Harry Potter&apos;s the only man that will never let you down.&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-4409725131752372699</id><published>2007-07-18T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:54:23.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing happens on Wednesdays.</title><content type='html'>I probably should be sleeping but writing seemed entertaining at the moment. Just got off the phone with Gee... I really do enjoy talking to her. She's been calling me a lot more frequently since she and Andy got together, probably to get inside knowledge. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it feels strange to be a bystander to someone else's love life. You look at where they are in their relationship and can remember how it felt to be there... and then you look at your life and can see how different things are. I'm not complaining, things with Will are much more comfortable and settled than they were a year ago, and I really hope Gee and Andy get to where we are. It's not quite as fireworks-exploding exciting as it used to be... but it's more intimate and he's completely my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, I don't wanna wake up tomorrow. I have class at 10, and have to get up at 8:30 so I can shower and get ready in time. But Will's coming to Austin tomorrow, so that'll be nice. I like it when we can just relax and watch movies and clog our arteries with delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nicole a lot, too. Talking to her on AIM tonight was really nice. I miss just being able to hang out and do nothing with her, and talk about boys and how stupid they are. And now that she's in Virginia, it's not like I can come home and see her every weekend. :(&lt;br /&gt;So Nicole, come home to us!!!!! Haha. I wish keeping people close was that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. It's bedtime. Later, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-4409725131752372699?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4409725131752372699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=4409725131752372699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4409725131752372699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4409725131752372699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/07/nothing-happens-on-wednesdays.html' title='Nothing happens on Wednesdays.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-1941443177993327080</id><published>2007-07-10T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:01:48.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An update...</title><content type='html'>School isn't too bad so far. I'm taking Government and History and both my professors seem pretty cool. My History professor, for example, always makes fun of Republicans, which makes me laugh cause he's like 70 years old. The classes also don't seem like they'll have excessive amounts of work, which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like my room quite a bit. And the privacy of having a private room, redundant as it might seem. It has a really, really pretty view of the drag and the hill country... unlike my last dorm, with a view of the building connected to it. Not so spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss everyone, particularly Erica and Gee and Will and Nicole. Lots and lots. And cooking real food instead of macaroni. And sleeping late, which I can't do because I have a class at 10 am. And not having to walk in the sweltering heat and get blisters from my damn shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night I had a dream I was with Erica at the My Chem show. Which is strange cause she's not even going. Anyhow, Ville Valo decides to come up into the stands during HIM's set, and sits down right between me and Erica. And proceeds to ignore me and talk to Erica. I poke him and say something to the effect of "He's mine", and Ville tells me I'm a bitch and I get upset. Strange. I don't think Erica would like talking to Ville much... she thinks he's a gay woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I feel better about everything. So yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-1941443177993327080?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/1941443177993327080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=1941443177993327080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1941443177993327080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1941443177993327080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='An update...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-5329750283171043319</id><published>2007-07-08T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:05:41.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Had Better Days.</title><content type='html'>It's one of those days. When I'm stressed and hate everyone. You know the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish David could pretend to care. Just for a moment. I know it's nothing personal to me, it's just how he is... but he still makes me feel like I don't even matter. Bleh. Will and I went and talked to him today, and he didn't even seem guilty until I told him he made me cry. I think I'm done with David and all his shit for a while, seriously. My fucking blood pressure is through the roof. He can call me when he decides to give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone, so much. I miss not having to think about school, and not having to think about escaping how lonely I am down here. I wish my dad wasn't such an ass and would just let me do what I wanted. I'm so sick of trying to make everyone around me happy, because I just end up miserable and let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sorry for the dreary-ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-5329750283171043319?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5329750283171043319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=5329750283171043319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5329750283171043319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5329750283171043319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-had-better-days.html' title='I&apos;ve Had Better Days.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-9033273427936334684</id><published>2007-06-28T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:46:20.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless in Every Way</title><content type='html'>Sleep sounds good right about now. But I'll settle for writing for a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. So tomorrow night will be fun... hopefully. I don't know why it's occasionally enjoyable to annihilate myself. The next day is always miserable. But oh well. It might be the last time all of us are together for a while, so why not celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I don't know what else. Freddy Got Fingered and Norbit were both truly awful movies, in case there was any question of their decency. Or lack thereof. Oh, and Will just saw a really big frog on the road going to his house. He says about the size of a small rabbit. That really is big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I'll spare you the misery of reading any more of this and go sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-9033273427936334684?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/9033273427936334684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=9033273427936334684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/9033273427936334684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/9033273427936334684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/06/pointless-in-every-way.html' title='Pointless in Every Way'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-5397257882953074667</id><published>2007-06-25T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:16:58.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I begin?</title><content type='html'>So I'm gonna start a new story. This time, though, based on my life and the lives of people I know. Should be interesting. It'll still be fiction... we even gave pseudonyms to a bunch of people. Hm. I might do like Nicole and have it posted on here somewhere... just for fun. What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanyway... I'm nervous about starting. What if it sucks? What if it doesn't suck but just doesn't equal the brilliance that was my My Chem story? Oh well... I'll do my best. With what rusty writing skills I can muster up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-5397257882953074667?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5397257882953074667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=5397257882953074667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5397257882953074667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/5397257882953074667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-do-i-begin.html' title='How do I begin?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-975683895557745227</id><published>2007-06-24T22:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:49:30.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>Seeing you wasn't so weird. I wish I had been cooler about it, too. I kinda have these freakout moments sometimes, and tonight was a big one. And I wish all this was simpler. It would be so much easier if I could just talk to you, tell you what a complete fucking prick you are and how sometimes, for reasons I'll never comprehend, I miss you. Bleh. And her... she's a complete idiot. A bit of a bitch, too. But we all knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I'm tired and I think that's all I have for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-975683895557745227?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/975683895557745227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=975683895557745227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/975683895557745227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/975683895557745227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-4519253095284217546</id><published>2007-06-24T13:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:34:27.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night...</title><content type='html'>I realized that everyone I dislike or desire to avoid is destined to work at restaurants I enjoy eating at. It's just my luck. Chris Davis was at Carino's last night... and came over and interrupted Erica's birthday dinner to talk about, well, nothing. And stare at me and all the other breasts at the table. He's a retard. But oh well. That, plus the La Madeline's fiasco... damn restaurants hiring dumb people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Andy brought up Nathan and how he still loves me. Which boggles my mind, really. I've had my share of unrequited love, yes, but I always got over it. Especially two years and a relationship later. Then again, it's Nathan. He's kinda obsessive like that. Freaking men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee's coming tonight... and that's always fun. She might just be the coolest person ever. And I think I might make turkey sandwiches and mashed potatoes for lunch. Haha. Can you tell I totally ran out of interesting things to say? Oh, Will and I stayed up till 4 am playing Need for Speed... does that count as interesting? Yeah, I didn't think so. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-4519253095284217546?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4519253095284217546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=4519253095284217546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4519253095284217546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/4519253095284217546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-night.html' title='Last night...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-7868264566810107503</id><published>2007-06-17T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:04:28.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now...</title><content type='html'>It's late. And I love it. My brain seems to work better at night... as it did all those times I'd stay up until 3 am writing. When I remember those times, it makes me miss writing my stories, they made me feel like I was actually good at something. I really need to finish my My Chem story... I've been working on that for, what? Almost two years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what I loved so much about writing was that it was my way of escaping. I can't say I wasn't happy back then, I had the best friends and the best music and the best of everything I could ever wish for. But I suppose, beneath all that, I always knew something was missing. I mean, I wrote a whole story (almost...) that was centered totally on love, when, deep down, all I really wanted was to feel that in my own life. It inspired me, the longing. I always write better out of emotion, and that lonliness was the perfect muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now? I don't even know where to begin to tap this new emotion, one I can't seem to disconnect from. How can I find inspiration in love? I tried, and it never flowed like the words did from my sadness. Maybe there's a reason all the best artists and writers had the reputation of being tortured. Maybe if they had been happy with themselves and their lives, their work would have been just ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is: Do you really have to be isolated or miserable to be creative? Because I really hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-7868264566810107503?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7868264566810107503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=7868264566810107503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7868264566810107503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/7868264566810107503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/06/right-now.html' title='Right now...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-2002655847388655743</id><published>2007-06-14T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:51:55.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole it from Erica and Nicole...</title><content type='html'>1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 23.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In 1985, she was honored wuith a postage stamp and a statue in a Washington, D.C., park." -100 People Who Changed America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... mine sucks. Buuuuut it's my birthday. So it's automatically awesome. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-2002655847388655743?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/2002655847388655743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=2002655847388655743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/2002655847388655743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/2002655847388655743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-stole-it-from-erica-and-nicole.html' title='I stole it from Erica and Nicole...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-3418372985208062155</id><published>2007-06-13T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:43:41.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Birthdays</title><content type='html'>My birthday's tomorrow... yaaaay for almost being 19 finally. I'm having dinner tonight with everyone (except David) and my mom at La Madeline's... very yummy. I just love that everyone will be together for once, because everyone seems so scattered usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely off topic from all that... Sometimes I look around and can't believe how much has changed in just the past year since we were all in high school. Some of the friends I couldn't imagine losing have all but disappeared from my life, and then there are the new friends that I didn't even know existed before a year ago. But I guess that's life, that people come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, these changing relationships make you appreciate the people that are a more significant part of your life, the ones that have always been there. The ones that change seems to bring you closer to, not the other way around. The ones you never seem to be able to lose touch with. Those people, two in particular, mean more to me than they'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I'm deep sometimes. It makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-3418372985208062155?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/3418372985208062155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=3418372985208062155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3418372985208062155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/3418372985208062155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends-and-birthdays.html' title='Friends and Birthdays'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236858515588477782.post-1425708942006041071</id><published>2007-06-13T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T01:08:52.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Same Old Song</title><content type='html'>It's gotten down to a routine now, you and me. Just pretend nothing's wrong, that I don't secretly despise you and you're not aware of the fact that I do. Then, pour your heart out just to burden mine further. It's hard sometimes, growing up and trying to find yourself under the weight of what you're "supposed" to do with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, really. You say I'm giving everything up for him, that I'm being immature and stupid. It's funny because he's made me feel more alive in this past year than anyone has in the eighteen before it. It's funny because I sincerely doubt you've ever experienced that feeling in your life, and I almost pity you. You pretend you know what love is when, really, you're the biggest failure in the room. And who knows, maybe someday you'll realize the value of a person is not directly contingent on the size of their paycheck. That boy, as poor as he might be, is everything I could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you were wondering, I will do something with my life. I'll do something you, with your expensive car and six-figure house, never could: I'll be happy. I might not be a famous brain surgeon or ever have a huge house, but I'll never spend my days walking around with a void in my heart. And that, right there, is the difference between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... lovely first blog, huh? Blehhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8236858515588477782-1425708942006041071?l=thejuliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/feeds/1425708942006041071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8236858515588477782&amp;postID=1425708942006041071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1425708942006041071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8236858515588477782/posts/default/1425708942006041071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejuliam.blogspot.com/2007/06/same-old-song.html' title='The Same Old Song'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404699238962763985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff259/juliew1506/love/nomakeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
