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|Saturday, January 31st, 2004|
so today over breakfast with dan at beth's cafe i decided that i needed to get something pierced. so we walked down to golden body rings and after some debating i decided on my belly button. yes i randomly woke up today and got my belly button pierced. kurtis kirk, what a trip. my mom made pear pie. mmmmmmmmm.
|Thursday, January 29th, 2004|
hey y'all. here's the downlow: still working at larry's, taking 20 credits and busting my ass to get good grades, got a new man...Dan, 25, cooks well, super cute, need i say more? i turned 18. at the stroke of midnight i went to 7-11 and bought an issue of hustler. big time of change. i'm shedding my tattered blue jeans and growing up and it feels good. i really like my classes this quarter: english 102, philosophy 100, astronomy 100, and martial arts. i'm taking some pretty cool classes next quarter too: journalism, history of jazz, intro to psych, and a shakespeare class. i've been doing really well in school lately. i'm starting to get my act together. this does not, however, mean that i'm not the same old party-loving julia. nary you worry about that. i hope everyone else is doing well. later alligator.
|Monday, December 29th, 2003|
i don't have anything to do new year's eve. any ideas?
|Thursday, December 25th, 2003|
yesterday (christmas eve) i worked from 11:30 in the morning until 10:30 at night. the checkout lines were backed up into the aisles. man oh man what a day. this morning we ate quiche and bacon and hot chocolate and opened present after present after present. i was extremely spoiled this year. we all were. i got pjs and underwear and new flannel sheets and cold hard cash and my dad made a really beautiful photo album of our family and slippers and the soundtrack to almost famous and....... oh gosh there was a lot. my sister is making waffles with her new waffle iron, my mom is cleaning up the aftermath from opening presents, my dad is on the phone to my aunt and uncle in nebraska. what a good christmas. i almost cried a couple times because i am so unbelievably lucky to have such a perfect family. it's a wonderful life. and i'd be saying that even if i didn't get anything this year. this day off at home with my family is so what i needed right now. love you, merry christmas.
|Monday, December 22nd, 2003|
my grandma died last night in her sleep. i just saw her on saturday and she was happy and i said "i love you" enough times. i'm glad i said it enough that one last time. i'm glad i hugged her when i came and left her house. i'm glad i knew her enough to know that she is one of the most amazing examples of the endurance of the human spirit that i've come in contact with. i'm glad she saw me grow up and succeed and that she saw my sister succeed too. i'm glad that we had our amazing laughter-filled thanksgiving and that my grandma walked again before she died. i'm glad it got better before it was over or else this would hurt a whole lot more. i'm glad she's free from two types of cancer and that she went without pain. i'm glad my family is so tightly knit that we'll be ok.
|Wednesday, December 17th, 2003|
it's always easier to wake up with music. and it's always easier coming home to my guitar. and it's always easier to get over the fact that people don't stick around, when your favorite song always will.
i have my health final in an hour and a half. i'm confused but it's ok cuz i don't care anymore, i'm tried. after this i have no school until january 5. and not long after that is my birthday so at least i have something to look forward to in those first returning weeks. work is getting better, getting busier, going quicker. it's strange how hours go by differently in different situations.
i've been seeing a lot of b.j. lately. he moved to the ghetto. even though we don't have a relationship, it's nice to know that because he's kind of a loser, he's always home and i can always call and that when we lay down in bed he'll do his best to give me mine and he'll get his. and i feel close to him and i tell him things and all we have to do is sit around and get high cuz all i really need is to chill out with good people to be happy. that's not true. but it is true when things are going too fast and i need a break.
i know you probably won't read this entry if i write too much more so see ya, have a good day, do what you want, help other people do what they want and maybe i'll talk to you soon.
|Sunday, December 7th, 2003|
Jazz fans, gun owners, and those who lack confidence in the president are among the most sexually active Americans.
In order to fully finance the cost of constructing Saint Peter's Basilica in Rome, the church imposed a prostitution tax, whose revenue exceeded even that from the sale of indulgences.
In the Grimms' original "Sleeping Beauty" story, the prince rapes Beauty while she sleeps and then leaves before she wakes.
In some parts of Java, couples may have sex in the fields to promote crop growth.
The Russian holy man Rasputin sported a 13-inch penis.
|Sunday, November 23rd, 2003|
i picked up thomas from the airport thursday evening. first i got lost going south, then north, then got hit on by a smarmy guy when i was trying to get directions at a gas station, then finally made it there and paid $2 to park for 12 minutes. anyways, thomas bought me dinner and we watched a movie at my house. friday we went to beth's cafeand i took him to gasworks and the fremont troll. saturday we went to archie mcphee's and the locks and golden gardens. we sat on the beach and said goodbye and then i drove him to the grayhound bus station. we hugged a million times and then i cried on my way home. such a great guy. you know who else is a great guy? reilly, my new boy (not officially). he's 19, goes to cornish (visual art), is extremely handsome, chill, and likeable. he manages to touch me just right. last night he showed up at work and we went to beth's with emily and then we "accidentally" fell asleep together. best sleep i've gotten in awhile. today we did thanksgiving at my mom's mom's house. so rad. my family is extremely awesome. and good lord, so much fucking food. i was waiting for sweet potatoes for awhile. ugh, don't wanna go to school tomorrow. this is gonna be a big week. i'm working a lot and i have a big project to do. oh well just gotta keep on goin. it's pretty easy when you have so much to be thankful for though.
|Monday, November 17th, 2003|
|"you don't get time to hang a sign on me, love me while you can..."
just like everyone else, i'm sick. today i stayed in bed in my pjs all day. my mom made me a fatty bowl of chicken noodle soup. i met a guy...reilly. goodness gracious he's dreamy. i really don't know what else to say. when school starts things tend to get monotonous. oh..thomas, the guy from alaska is coming to seattle just to see me on thursday. the new tori amos album comes out tuesday. i think since i'll be two years ahead by next fall that i'll go to europe. i could have a "send me to europe" garage sale or something. my new favorite word is NOODLE. so...what's new with you?
|Saturday, September 27th, 2003|
i got a car. 1994 white geo prizm. :-)
the guy i'm sleeping with is moving to idaho. :-(
i've only smoked two cigarettes in the past 48 hours. :-)
my family is rad. :-)
my cat is sick! :-(
i'm chillin at home on the last saturday evening before school starts. :-(
today i got blown off too many times. :-( and ripped off. :-(
tomorrow's not that far away. :-)
|Wednesday, August 20th, 2003|
camping was so fun. i got hella fat on hot dogs and marshmallows. been chillin with this guy bj lately. no, it doesn't stand for blowjob. he's so fine, dear lord. last night i didn't come home so i'm grounded...again. i'm getting my license in 9 days. if i pass that is. things are pretty ok, other than rolling in and out of confusion. but i really don't think that can be avoided.
|Wednesday, August 13th, 2003|
question...how could someone be so immortally, orgasmicly, blatantly attractive? jesus christ what a hot human being.
i dropped my new cell phone in elliott's toilet. my dad got sooo pissed.
i haven't done hard drugs in over a month.
going camping this weekend. can not wait. julia martin's coming and i think we'll have an unhealthy amount of fun. right on.
have a good day, catch you on the flip side.
|Saturday, July 26th, 2003|
|Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003|
can't go back to sleep. woke up in a sweat. sun rises on my side of the house. another nightmare about greg. first one in awhile though. maybe it means i'm supposed to get the fuck away from him. i hung out with him yesterday. we laid in the grass at volunteer park and took a cold shower cuz it was too hot and fell asleep watching cartoons. why does he still make me feel so good. i was supposed to have a date last night which definately didn't work out. instead i ended up goin to magnuson, getting drunk and high, swimming in my underwear, going to beth's, and going to gasworks with these three real cool guys from broadway. don't worry, i'm definately not crying over greg anymore, but shit fuck every once in awhile it starts to hurt again.
|Sunday, July 20th, 2003|
does anyone know where my electric guitar is?
|Thursday, July 10th, 2003|
we finally talked. jeez louise i needed that badly. and he doesn't love me and that's not his fault, but now we're on the same page. and i almost don't mind that he doesn't love me. i just need to be able to talk to him and see him and hug him and not kiss him and not sleep with him. it'll be ok. god it still hurts but it'll be ok.
i'm so mad. i'm mad that he couldn't have talked to me. he couldn't even explain the way he felt and how that made him not want me anymore. i'm mad that he could have mentioned it when it started and we could have fixed it and i could have changed. i have changed, without him. i want him to want the changed me. he said he wanted change. i just don't see how he can just see this problem and not value our relationship enough to talk to me and see if we can fix it. and i can't help but wonder if we're supposed to be together. even though he doesn't want me. i thought i'd be ok if i knew why. but now i'm just upset because he couldn't talk to me. eleven wonderful months together and then he's gone without a reason. this seems so unfair, even though i know it happens all the time. all i can do is want him to love me again. he said he was tired of everything. that we never did anything. he never took me out places. except valentine's day. i don't know what to think. i thought that after i got his reason i could just stop and get over it. but i can't because it was the most wonderful thing in my life and i feel like it should still be going. jesus i wish he would talk to me.
|Wednesday, July 9th, 2003|
things are changing like crazy. i finally got a reason from greg why we broke up. i totally deserved to know that a month ago. i went to california. and learned about migrant workers, and went to farms, and learned about unions and pesticides, and how growers are fucking things up. it was so tight. that trip really came at the right time. it was so nice to get away from drugs and greg and be with a lot of wonderful people from my church. yes, my church. i was back in seattle for a day which i spent on broadway with the bum hommies. next day i left for la paz, mexico with my family. at first it sucked cuz we are never around each other and things just blew up. but then we got used to each other and had a pretty good time. and the production crew of survivor was staying at our hotel including the host. and my sister and i went snorkeling and it was so fucking awesome. but then i got food poisoning. i had to call in sick today, my first day at my first job ever. a lot of bad shit has been going down lately, but a lot of good shit has been going down too. so many things are ending and starting over and i don't know quite what to do. but i do know that without music i'd be a goner, without my friends i'd be incapable of loving, and without you i wouldn't have someone listening on the other end to what i have to say.
|Thursday, June 19th, 2003|
getting over greg is getting exponentially easier. oh jeez yesterday was so fuckin crazy. alexis and i met downtown at 9am. then we saw sandwich girl and the guy i gave an apple to. we went to west seattle to this chick, rachel's house. we were gonna all make breakfast except we got fucked up instead. then we went downtown to meet kelsea and hippie alex. we took the bus to the ave and went to see christi at some guy's house she's staying at. we went to cowen park and these guys threw rocks at us and it was hella scary. but then we smoked a couple bowls. went back to christi's place. hippie, the guy who lives there, passed around a bong. he kept loading it like five times. we left pretty stoned. then we went to broadway to buy khakis with my mom. then we went to caffe vita and finally ate breakfast at like 6pm. chris o'brien from english 101 came and damn, he got cuter. then we took the bus to magnolia for a party that we'd been waiting for all day. lame. but we ate hamburgers. then we went to my house and we brought a couple of guys from the party with us. then we all walked up to queen anne ave to find the hommies. sure enough, they were chillin behind 76. got a dime. smoked it. went back to my house. walked alexis to the bus. smoked another bowl. now that i think of it, we really didn't do anything yesterday except smoke an insane amount of pot. but hey, it helped me stop being depressed about greg, so s'all good for now.
|Wednesday, June 18th, 2003|