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Ohh boy, so here we go with the summer thing.  Great.  I mean, there is a lot that I love about summer, for sure, but the Jule Wandering Around Aimlessly in Search of a Greater Life Purpose thing is like, a part of summer that I could really do without.  It’s also a part of summer that has been like, HAPPENING in the extremes this week.  But oh well, I guess.  Summer is summer is summer.

I graduated from high school.  It was all kind of a big mix of excitement and joy and achievement, and pure and utter tragedy.  I couldn’t really wrap my head around it.  But it happened, you know, in spite of my efforts to stave it off (1, 2, 3….no one is going to get this reference) and now life keeps just rolling on regardless of whether I’m ready or not.  In a way it’s comforting to know that, no matter what I do, even if I just curl up in a ball and knock myself unconscious and take no action at all, life is still going to come at me with the same undeterred aggression.  In other ways, it’s terrifying to know that.  But in every way, that’s just how the baaaalll bounces.

So, some recent events of interest.

My first day of summer was sublime.  It started out lame, then got a little better, then got SO TERRIBLE and then ended SO AMAZINGLY that like, I can’t even believe it happened.  It was a great way to begin things, and whenever I think about that night I feel such a pleasant glow.

The ensuing days of summer have been enjoyable, but not extraordinary so far.

The Coppa Family Bowling League has been formed and activated (activated like…isn’t the word that I mean.  But I can’t think of a better one. SIGH.) with much enthusiasm.  Today was DAY 3 of the CFBL Summer Spectacular and shit has been nuts.  So far, surprisingly, the MVPs have been Lisetta and Olivia, due to their bizarre and frustrating technique of getting an extremely heavy ball, placing it in the center of the lane, and pushing it JUST ENOUGH that it gets rolling.  Today we timed Olivia’s ball and it took exactly 1 minute and 3 seconds to make it to the bowling pins.  But when it got there, somehow, it wreaked major havoc and she ended getting up like a spare anyway.  And MEANWHILE, there’s JULE who LOVES BOWLING and who is the sponsor and creator and chauffer of the bowling league, and I SUCK SO BADLY.  Seriously, I am like.  The worst bowler of all time. THE. WORST.  I’m not even exaggerating or being overly modest or something.  Sometimes I do that, where I’m like “oh no seriouslyyy I am like NO good at building sandcastles”, when meanwhile my sand-architecture has won like numerous awards at beaches across the east coast (a totally fictional example). But I am literally just terrible at bowling.  And it’s really upsetting because I am the number one FAN of these bowling trips and I ENJOY it so much but I can’t even make it past fifty points and meanwhile Lisetta and Olivia are in like the triple-digits somehow.

SIGHHHH I’m just really having a hard time with this.  I am totally the LVP of the league, and I’m the butt of everyone’s jokes, but I keep going anyway because I have hope deep down that my technique will improve and I won’t be as horrifically bad someday.  So far though, the league has been pretty ashamed of me.

In other depressing news, I went to Barnes & Noble the other day to stock up on some books (even though I have NO money) because I just have so much READING time nowadays and I’m so sick of all this rereading I’ve been doing.  So I went and I was really stoked because one of my favorite authors, Sarah Dessen (go ahead. look her up. make fun of me. I don’t even care anymore) has a NEW BOOK out and I haaad to get it, so I got that and something else and I came home.  And I was totally planning on saving the book and reading it little by little so that I could stretch it out for as long as possible since my reading supply is dwindling as it is, and plus who even KNOWS when she’ll come out with a new book again, so I really had to make this one last.  But somehow, and I swear to you I don’t even KNOW how it happened, but I started the book on Tuesday when I bought it and I ended up staying up till like 3am and I READ THE ENTIRE FUCKING BOOK IN ONE NIGHT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I have no self control, it’s pathetic.  I can’t even believe I let it happen.  So I woke up the next morning like, wallowing in a pool of self-loathing for my total lack of restraint, and even though I’ve been trying to hold off I’m already halfway through the OTHER book I got, and so now I’m going to have to make weekly trips to the library for like the whole summer.

AHHHHHHH.

Well yeah.  So are you enjoying all these totally badass and exciting stories about my life?  I know I am.  While the rest of the world is off getting crrrrunked on senior week and hooking up with every single person they know and waking up in the morning in the outdoor shower of their beach house having NO clue what happened the night before, here I am in good old Trooper, PA, waking up safely in my bed every morning after having cried myself to sleep for finishing a BOOK in one night instead of trying to savor it.  And then heading off for an exciting day of bowling with my six younger siblings in my twelve passenger van.

You can say it.  I’m the biggest fucking party animal you know.

Oh, so speaking of that, check this out: my family is leaving for the beach tomorrow night, and except for like the two days that I’m going to visit them down there, I am staying home with my sister because we both have work.  So that means that I’m going to be like alone in my terrifying house for a huge long week.  IT’S GOING TO BE SO WEIRD. I’m so used to having everyone here.  And I don’t really know what I’m going to do with myself other than like, sleep with a baseball bat every night, go to work, and feed Maria’s new goldfish, but it seems like, with such a huge amount of house and aloneness, I should find something exciting to do.  (Normally I would be concerned about publishing my home-alone-ness to the worldwide web but like.  If the little “views per day” counter on my homepage is any indicator…I’ve got nothing to worry about.  :a tumble weed blows lazily across Juliana’s blog page:  ::crickets chirp in the distance::)

OH my lord, want to hear something WILD?  This time last year I was in COLORADO, writing all of those suicidal and bored photo-entries on here and whining about how much time I spent with old people, and talking about the girls I met in the goldmine who thought I was Jordin Sparks, and talking about how I spotted a black bear even though I didn’t really and I had just zoomed in really close on a postcard in the gift shop.  CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT WAS A YEAR AGO?  I definitely can’t.  Time really does go fast, it blows my mind.

Any.way.  I am sort of dying to continue this book I’m reading, and also this entry is soo extremely long and lame that like.  I just need to put it out of its misery. But it’s been nice catching up as I’m sure you agree, and don’t worry, I’ll keep you posted as to how my bowling technique improves etc.

OK.  So goodnight.