*Waltz-With-Me

Yeah, haven't updated my journal in a while ... thought I'd give anyone who cared a little heads up.

So. I'm sixteen. Not much happened for my birthday - I refused a party and got two plane tickets as presents. Bought myself a Wii Fit that told me I'd already killed like eight years of my life (lovely, right?). Oh, and finally got my ears pierced! YES, FOR THE FIRST TIME!

Right now my FictionPress account ( [link] hehe) is gathering cobwebs. I haven't updated my romantic comedy in over a month (gasp!) which I promised my readers I WOULDN'T DO (and now look where we are)!

I'll be going to school on the third. I'm so excited!! I bought a SpongeBob bed spread, and Spiderman for backup. In my book, that means I'm all set. Well, and redyed my hair purple. But I would've done that boarding school or no.

Time's gone really fast now that I think about it. Not that I'm complaining. But it's still odd - you think it'll take forever and then all of the sudden it's ... here. And you wonder what the hell you DID with all that time. I just know that one of these days I'm going to regret those wasted hours - but what can I do?

Aaaaaand finally, I'm pretty much screwed. I have five assignments to complete over the summer for my literary arts classes (woo baby!) and have done ... one. Half of one. Because it sucks. So I'm going to be doing those at my poor friend Sophia's house ... but she's brilliant, so hopefully that will serve as adequate inspiration for my stupid, stupid brain. *smacks inside of head*

Anyway, that's about it. I'll tell you how boarding school is when I get there.

Cheers!
Julia

Eeeeek, I'm so happyyyyyyy.

Seriously. Cannot stop grinning.

Got into art school, will start in August . . . and school's almost out! Only like, fifteen more days! And then the summer will whip past AND I'LL BE THERE!

I've always wanted to go to a British boarding school, and my parents couldn't do that for me, but this is better. *sigh* Happiness...oozing...

Anyway. New student day is next weekend. I'll get my new schedule. I have classes from SEVEN UNTIL FIVE. INSANE! I'll have quite a few classes at the regular high school, too, i.e., AP EVERYTHING (including goddamn calculus) and then the rest of my time I'll be . . . what? I have actually less than no clue what I'll be doing in class. Ah, well. I do love surprises.

Sorry for writing so many journals lately, but this is like the most major thing that's ever happened for me. So, sweet. Cheers!

P.S. I also got the lead in "Give My Regards To Broadway," for those of you I've been ranting to about it. Note to self: develop New York accent.

Yes, 'tis true.
My computer hath gone wonky.

It's recovering from the awful "MonaRonaDona" virus. You know how those have no cure, viruses? Well, it's true. Not even those snazzy smart guys from India could get rid of it, initially. Now my poor, wonkified computer is slow as hell and not loading internet pages . . . ho hum.

Good news, though, I didn't have to wipe my harddrive and lose years of work! Huffah!

Anyway, MonaRonaDona and I became good pals. He spoke to me, you see. Told me that he was going to use annoyance to slowly destroy the human race, and let me tell you, he very nearly succeeded.

Bugger.

Anywho, I'm now on my laptop, which shows everything in these vertical text lines, like I'm Japanese . . . Japanglish! Ahahaa, hilarious me.

But I've returned! Glitchy, wonkified, and more than a little pissed off, but back! Yip yip yayay!



Again, yes, it is true.
Julia got an audition at MSA.

Not quite IN the school yet, mind you, but how could they resist this face?
*crickets*
Oh, shut up.
What do you know.

So, that's really exciting. It's set for April 5th, and that CAN'T FRIGGING COME SOON ENOUGH. *grumbles*

On the other hand, I'm not sure this is such a big deal. My friend Jessica who sent in an application as well got an audition, and she left her packet till last minute, etc, etc.... but maybe she did a great job and I'm just being paranoid.

Oh, God, I hope I'm just being paranoid . . .
Pleaselikemepleaselikemepleaselikemepleaselikemepleaselikeme.

But really, I'm handling the stress quite well. *big grin*

Basically, what I'm going to have to do is get up at four AM to drive to the school and sign in for my nine-thirty appointment thingymagig, and then hang out with the awesometastic people there until then. I'll probably hang around afteward, too, just because of aforementioned awesomtastic people.

The audition is pretty stressful, I heard. I'm going to have to sit in front of a panel of teachers and administrators and tell them why I want to go to the school, how I cope in stressful situations, how I work with people, etc. Basically, spew a bunch of junk that will make them love me. No prob.

Then there's a writing thing, where I'll have to write an essay. Not so good at essays, really. I'm not sure what they'll have me do with my portfolio . . . I just know I have to bring it.

All in all (I wouldn't wrap up this quickly, but my mom's hemorrhaging in the background), I hope hope hope I get in. I'll know by April 16.

I'll leave you with a final: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! and bid you adieu.

Adieu!

Life's okay. I've decided that I don't need my friends as much as I thought I did. My immediate friends, that is. I don't need to be accepted, and I certainly won't change to fit their expectations of me.

Yes, there were events that acted as the catalysts for this decision, but I think it was ultimately of my own mind.

The support of my DA friends has been as appreciated and infallible as always, and I thank you guys.



Sorry, but this whole ordeal is pissing me off.

I realize everyone and their brother's florist (who just happens to take nude photographs on DA, didja know?) is going to be commenting on this "breaking news," but I feel like I have to say something.

A "promising" actor was he, Fox news?
He was a pretty damn well established actor to me.
They make him out to be a beginner, or not as good as he was, or something.
It's a crazy world.
I hope he found peace wherever he is.

I don't know why I'm so... fume-y about it. I wasn't angry, or sad beyond that what I can feel for a complete stranger, when Steve Irwin kicked the bucket. Maybe it's the fact that he (I'm almost positive) killed himself. 28, with a baby on the way, more money than god, and he decides life's too much?

Sorry, there's something wrong with this picture. If I were him and things were getting to be too much, I'd spin a globe, put my finger on it, and go wherever it was- even goddamn Baghdad, Georgia, or some random, lunatic place- and stay there until I felt better.

But what do I know? It's just so... strange. The people we'd think would be so happy- the people who have soceity's idea of "everything"- aren't. They're miserable. I'm not sure what that's trying to tell us, but I think we're all due for a reality check. Or a fantasy check.

We either need to wake up or go to sleep for the first time- you decide.

Because it'd be nice to have an excuse. I could just drop and sleep anywhere, and everyone'd be like, "oh, poor Julia the narcoleptic. Let's get her a pillow and a down comforter, and give her an A in math anyway." A girl can dream, can't she?



So. About this whole "life" thing. I know, I know. You're in shock. Julia isn't complaining that her life is as mundane as one of, say, a middle class teenage girl in the suburbs, and is admitting that life is good. Albeit, in a rather pessmistic manner. No, I'm not ill. No, I haven't eaten any funny mushrooms, or touched a sticky doorknob. I actually have no idea what has come over me. Let's review, shall we?

1. I have an interview tomorrow at MSA.
2. I have friends (!!!) that actually enjoy my company.
3. I bought a new jug of diet sweet tea.
4. I am not failing any classes. (Failing meaning getting a B.)
5. They put my solo back in the play.
6. Mom has not been strange/borderline-evil in a few weeks.
7. I bought almost twenty used books on Amazon.
8. It's FRIDAY!
9. It's THE WEEKEND!
10. There's NO SCHOOL TOMORROW!
11. I have a new title: The Yam.
12. I may be able to persuade myself to write another chapter of Love Ya, Unc, my chick-lit novel, this weekend. Maybe even of Celestine's Angel. Spectacularness, no?
13. It's nearly Christmas . . . although I should probably skip gifts this year . . . (and stop secretly using my mom's credit card online...)
14. I came one step closer to discovering a cure for HIV: it is NOT to make lima beans into a paste, spread it onto your palate, and sit with your mouth open in front of a toaster with a fork in it. I'm almost 80% sure.
15. It turns out I'm not an insomniac; I just have very, very bad habits.

Also, I had a sense of self-realization. To a degree. I am a spoiled person who has no right to complain: and so I have stopped. Until life gets bad-for-a-middle-class-teenager-in-suburbia again. Or the internet cuts off. Either one.

Coolio Julio, my friends. Coolio Julio.


STAMPS! I HAFF DISCOVERED YOU!




AND CLUBS! I HAVE BOTHERED TO JOIN YOU!