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.
AHH so I took a little stroll through some of my previous entries way back in the past during my so-called “writing groove”, and like. The quality/interestingness of this blog has taken a serious dive. Which is really too bad, but I’m not sure how to correct it.
I just got back from a BREAD BASH for Panera. So. much. fun. Seriously, I LOVE staying at work an hour longer than I need to, listening to people bitch about how many napkins we’re supposed to give people with a to-go meal, or about how even though no one ever buys the trail mix bagel because it’s fucking nasty, we are still keeping it for a couple more months. YES. I did, however, win a $10 Wawa gift card playing “Miche Madness” (Miche is a type of bread we have + NCAA tournament = GET IT?!) so I guess it wasn’t altogether fruitless.
On Friday I went to hear Anthony play in Roxborough with Miriah and Janelle. It was some wild times. First of all, I am a skillful and courageous driver, so congratulations to me on that. Second of all, it’s definitely nice to get out of the Troop once in a while and see some sights and also see some people who are less forgetful than the ones around here. The music was good and the coffee shop was SWEET, and the afterparty was iiinteresting. Altogether ’twas an enjoyable and different experience. Last night I hung out with my mom and watched some movies, which is always nice. I was a little distressed about, for various reasons, having nothing to do, and then she was like “you can hang out with ME, Jule!” and I was like, wow. Mom…<33333. Screw those other fuckers.
So, on another note, PROM. lawlz. Everyone is going wild about it right now, and it sort of makes me crazy because like. I think it’s really dumb, I truly do. But at the same time I feel like I can’t AVOID it and that like, whether I want it to or not, it is this horrible menacing tornado that will suck me up. So to set my mind at ease, I bought a dress this weekend (to hear my views on dress shopping, refer to…five entries ago.) and I have also thought up the PERFECT safety-valve prom date for when worse comes to worst, and so whatever. Prom can suck it, I refuse to think about it any further.
OK so my sister like dumped her ENTIRE iTunes library into ours (did I talk about this already? I can’t remember.) so now we have like 2,000 songs that we didn’t put there or download and that really are not very compatible with my music taste generally. But anyway, my new hobby is when I’m doing stuff on the computer, putting the library on shuffle and just listening to all the randomness. I don’t really know how else to approach sorting through it. If I like a song, I put it in the FAVES playlist, if it’s weird and random but sort of humorous I put it in the WTF? playlist, and if it sucks I put it in the SUCKS playlist. It’s an ongoing sorting process that will probably take me several years, but it’s sort of interesting. For example, the song playing right now is called “What Do I Do With a B.A. in English/It Sucks To Be Me”. Definitely going into the WTF? folder.
OH JEEZE I can’t believe I didn’t bring this up right off the bat!! But some disturbing news has come to light, and I must share it with you:
Ahem, so. I love eating ice. It’s just the best thing ever, I find it very relaxing to have a huge glass of ice water and just like CHOMP on the ice. Although if people don’t have ice makers and they use those horrible little ice trays instead, I’ve found that homemade ice like that is pretty sucky because it’s very difficult to like, actually get in your mouth, and once it’s there it’s similar to chewing on a piece of granite or something. Those cubes tend to be very tough. The best ice cubes, I have found, are either the half moon kind like I have in my freezer (provided that they sit in some water for a little while), or better STILL are the cute flat square ones like they have at Panera, which require no prior soaking whatsoever and are ready to be chewed at a moments notice. But anyway, I have been questioning lately whether ice-chewing is the best habit, because as enjoyable and stress-relieving as it is, I think it could possibly be perceived as rude if I’m at dinner with people and I just am loudly hunkering down on my ice cubes. So I was already considering trying to quit. But TODAY I was reading “Go Ask Alice”, which isn’t the book about the girl with the drug addiction or whatever, but actually a very helpful health Q&A site put out by Columbia University, and ACCORDING TO ALICE, this ice chewing thing is not as innocent as I thought!!!!!! It could MEAN something. Check it out:
“Chewing on ice can cause gum injury, microscopic fractures in enamel (which can become larger fractures), and even broken teeth. Chewing ice is especially bad for those with sensitive teeth, or the jaw condition known as TMJ. The desire to chew ice cubes may also be a symptom of iron-deficiency anemia or other physical or emotional conditions, such as nutritional deficiencies, stress, obsessive-compulsive disorder, sexual frustration, or developmental disorders. This is known as pica, which refers to eating or wanting to eat substances that have no nutritional value, including ice, clay, cornstarch, and paper. “
WOW, Alice. Thanks for the fucking heads up. I have been chewing on ice and (and paper too actually…shit) since day ONE, and now I am apparently sexually frustrated? Or possibly anemic?? And I also do have TMJ so like, great. Ice-chewing was pretty much the one and only thing I held dear in life anymore, and don’t you know it. It’s snatched from under me like everything else. Thanks, God.
SIGH.
On a less depressing note, I did get in to the Honors College at West Chester, which is exciting. The dean even CALLED me to let me know before the letters came out, because he said I “made an impression” at my interview. So, yay. While everyone else is getting into their prestigious schools, I can hold on to that one small feather I guess.
Wow. Longest entry of all TIME. I doubt anyone even made it this far, but if you did I apologize for the excruciating length. And also congratulations on making it so far, you must have ALMOST the lack of life that I do. I should really go to bed now, I’m bushed.
“Complaint De La Butte”–Rufus Wainwright. It’s going in the FAVES list.
P.S. I feel that there are a lot of expletives in this post. And like, although they are what naturally flowed out in my thoughts, I feel like perhaps I should cut down on them? I wouldn’t want this sanctuary of profound thought and wisdom to become too crude. Discuss whether or not this bothered you.
HI.
I was actually being very productive just now and doing my gov homework. But I suddenly hit a wall and stopped understanding what I was doing, so I was forced to quit being productive and instead wandered onto here. So it goes, I guess.
I had a goodish weekend. I did a lot of things, most but not all of them pretty mundane. I interviewed for the honors college at West Chester yesterday. It seems like a pretty sweet set up and I am sort of dying to get in, but they only take 40 kids so like. Not getting my hopes up. I also went to Trader Joe’s for the first time, which obviously was momentous and must be noted.
So lately I have been on a READING FRENZY, which is similar to a feeding frenzy except that instead of happening with animals it happens with nerdy people, and instead of food it’s BOOKS. I just have been dying to read all the time, and I have seriously read like twelve books this week. Some of them were rereads because I couldn’t get my hands on fresh ones, but on Friday I got a bunch of books from the library, and I’ve been reading them all weekend and they are GOOD. I’ve been trying to branch out a little bit with my reading, meaning that I’ve been making an effort to steer away from girly, glossy books with titles like “Confessions of a: _____” or “The Summer When…”. It’s not been easy to wean myself away from those books, because contrary to popular belief they are AWESOME and so fun to read. But I figure that I’d have to put them behind me at some point anyway, and what better time than now, right? Right.
I’m listening to some Amy Winehouse right now. I enjoy her music more than I thought I would. It’s got a soothing, motown-y kind of feel to it.
Um OKAY, so I just paid my weekly visit to Parent Portal. And I like…suck. If my freshman self could have a look at those grades she would undoubtedly cry/commit suicide. But it’s sad because like, my senior self doesn’t give two shits.
SIGHHHHHHHH.
My hands are so DRY right now, I don’t know what the deal is. It’s probably from Panera, I was going NUTS tonight with cleaning stuff. I did such a good job. I even cleaned out that crusty little microwave we have under the coffee urns. I also replaced a LIGHTBULB, and while I was perched atop our gigantic ladder working my magic on the lighting fixture, my retarded work associate like banged into the ladder and I almost fell off and DIED. But thankfully I was able to regain stability and am still alive. Phew.
AHH so there is an ongoing CRISIS in my life, which is this: I love shortening words. For example, saying trub instead of trouble, totes instead of totally, proj instead of project, etc. etc. HOWEVER, there are certain words that are really giving me ISSUES when I try writing them down. These are words such as casual, usual, and decision. I verbally shorten these words all the time, but when I try writing them down I find that it’s pretty much impossible. How do you capture that soft s-sh-j sound that’s in the middle of those words????? If I’m shortening the word CASUAL, what do I write down? Do I say cas? No. It looks totally wrong. Cash? Obviously not. Caaj? What the fuck. Casjh? I just can’t work it out. It’s becoming a major burden in my daily life, and is really cramping my style of speaking when I’m communicating through the written word. If anyone would like to leave input on the spelling for these shortened words, please do so.
Oh my god, the lack of progress I have made on all of my homework is staggering. I really need to get my act together. Plus I need to locate some hand lotion STAT for my poor dried out hands. In other words, I really should go, despite the fact that I have said nothing even remotely important or substantial or interesting in this dumb entry. OH. WELL.
later skaterz.
ALRIGHT so it’s been a whiiile…I just really haven’t felt compelled to write on here lately. But RELAX, because here I am nerding it out at 11:00pm on a non-school night, coming up with a craft for Head Start/watching She’s the Man/writing on here.
…I know, I KNOW. You wish you were me.
This craft-coming-up-with endeavor is sort of an uphill climb, though, because like. Unless there’s some major holiday on the horizon, crafts really don’t just make themselves YOU KNOW? You know. So right now I’m stuck between making a paper kite, and a pipecleaner leprechaun, which is clearly a tough decision because like….how DO you choose between two equally genius ideas?? I am at a loss.
In other news, the musical is OVER, and has been for like a week or whatever. And even though it went very well and I enjoyed it, I have just been in such a better MOOD since it’s ended. Seriously all this past week I just felt relieved and chill and at ease, so the play was clearly stressing me out more than I realized.
OH MY GOD ok, buckle up because I have the SADDEST STORY OF ALL TIME to share with you. Hopefully I can finish writing it before I just like, lose complete control and shlump on my keyboard and bawl, because it’s just that bad.
Ahem, so. My family is not really like, a technologically advanced group, and we don’t have cable. (I know…I could just stop here, and it would be a sad story). Well we also don’t have Netflix, but we DO have Blockbuster Online, but like who cares, the POINT IS that I make frequent trips to the good old Blockbuster up the street on Ridge Pk. Like, EXTREMELY frequent trips. And I have sort of come to think of that place as a home away from home, and I have bonded with all the employees there and they adore me. Particularly this one employee who is completely bald, but not like old man bald, just bald, and he is MY FAVORITE BLOCKBUSTER GUY OF ALL TIME. And we have a deep and indestructible connection based upon our totally compatible movie tastes, and all of our random, priceless conversations. And he is just the best. And when I was DYING to rent Charlie Bartlett, but they didn’t have it, he helped me find another movie, and then he HELD Charlie Bartlett for me as soon as it came in even though I didn’t ask him to. And when the battery died in my dad’s car because I spent so long looking for a movie, and I had a nervous breakdown because I was pretty certain that my dad would destroy me for killing his car’s battery, Baldie came outside—-completely neglecting his behind the counter duties!!—-and helped me locate the jumper cables in the trunk and jump start the car! And every time I forget my Blockbuster card and/or photo ID, he always lets me slide. And he is just the MAN, and he has this lovable round face, and I feel like we’re married, practically.
So TONIGHT, since it isn’t a school night, I headed up to Blockbuster OBVIOUSLY to rent a movie. But when I got there, the door was locked, and I realized that on Mondays they close at 10 so I was fifteen minutes late or whatever. So I had a good cry, and then started to head back to the car, but of COURSE Baldie (I don’t know why I don’t know his name…it’s fucking disgraceful) popped his head out of the door at the last minute and said hello to me, because no locked door is going to get in the way of a friendship like ours. So I chatted with him, and expressed my distress at the fact that they were closed, and complained about how I was going to have to chill around and watch She’s the Man instead. (Which is really nothing to complain about, because I love this movie so much) Well, when I said that, Baldie replied, “hmmm, you’re going to have to get used to this feeling, because we filed for bankruptcy and are closing before too long. Netflix and shit really did us in.”
Well, my friends. I basically felt like someone had STABBED ME IN THE HEART MULTIPLE TIMES WITH A RAZOR SHARP BLADE. Oh my GOD! What the fuck am I supposed to DO??? My life and entertainment depend like 90% on the existence of that Blockbuster store, and plus how the HELL am I supposed to figure out Baldie’s actual name, let alone marry him so that he can take care of me for all of my days, if they just shut down and I never see him again?!?!?!
:SOB:
worst. news. ever.
Anyway I should probably go, even though I feel like I had some actual legit news to share with you, especially since it’s been so long. But I just got so caught up in that story!! And now I am a total emotional basketcase from telling it, because I’ve realized what an empty black hole my life is going to become thanks to Netflix. And also I need to devote my full attention to She’s the Man right now, because Duke just like came out of the bushes in his tux and I love this part. Siiiiggghh. But I’ll try to write again before like, October or whatever, so don’t fret about that.
P.S. If you are some kind of stalker fact-checker, and you happen to go to the Blockbuster on Ridge, there are two bald guys, and mine is the one who is not the skinny one with glasses.
P.P.S. I am considering chaining myself to the store? Leave your contact info if you’re in.
Hello friends.
So the weekend has finally decided to make an appearance, which took fucking long enough. It’s been SUPER relaxing so far. I just came home from working 7.5 hrs straight at The Pan-Pan. It was seriously the longest, hardest night of work I have ever experienced. It was like a huge Bitch Convention had just let out, and everyone was starving and everyone decided to come to eat at Panera. That’s what it was like. And my hands are all red and tender right now because I was on dishes tonight, which I have never done before, and I like scalded them multiple times in boiling soapy water until I realized that there are dishwashing gloves that I’m supposed to wear.
…so, tonight was fantastic.
On a positive work note though, I am really becoming buddies with a coworker that I wasn’t expecting to. So that makes things more fun.
In other news, I am experiencing a sort of ongoing crisis, which is this: I took the bus into school yesterday for midterms, and SOMEHOW my makeup bag like, escaped from me and I left it on the bus. So now I don’t have it for the WHOLE WEEKEND.
:sob:
This might not sound like a huge deal to you, but it IS. And if you’ve seen me without makeup, then you KNOW that it is. If you haven’t seen me without makeup, then here is a photo Maria took of me in the wee hours of the morning:
So, yes. You can see why this is a crisis.
Anyway, the musical is a month from Monday or something ridiculous, and I’m having a minor heart attack about it because I feel like that’s way tooooo soon for the amount of stuff we have done, which isn’t much. Also, SPIRIT is starting up soon. Can’t wait for that. Looks like I’ll be skipping school once a week till the musical, because honestly I just can’t DO it. I refuse to come in to school covered in fake blood or wearing a sheet around my neck or dressed up like a pie or whatever else they come up with.
In other news, I’m contemplating getting my nose pierced. Is this a good idea? Discuss. I can’t decide if my nose is right for it. But I have always wanted to. I feel like nose piercings have a pretty great potential to be trashy, but I also feel like the rest of me is un-trashy enough that maybe I could pull it off. I can’t do it till I’m 18 though obviously, because I’m pretty sure my mom would rather cut off one of her limbs than consent to have me do that. So I have like threeish months to decide. I have to do SOMETHING to make turning 18 momentous though, especially since I missed out on the election.
I’m taking this customer survey right now on Bahama Breeze’s website, because I went there last night and our waiter Alba literally BEGGED us to go online and give him a good rating so that he can win the video camera in the employee rating competition. He wants it real bad. There were practically tears in his eyes when he was telling us about it. So I figured I would do my part here to help a brotha out in his quest for a CamCorder.
Any. way. I’m going to go look for some lotion for my poor scalded hands. This entry was chock full of COMPLAINTS, jeez. Looks like we’re on our way back to the normal Jule Writing Groove.
Currently reading: The Chosen by Chaim Potok
So, life has been weird recently. I have been weird recently.
Not really sure what my deal is, because generally I’m pretty consistent. But I’ve been acting ALL kinds of dumb lately, in MULTIPLE ways.
The Areas in Which I Have Been Acting Dumb
a brief list by j. coppa
1. Academically–I have gone from semi-stupid and lazy, to just like, retarded.
2. Socially–zomg. I can’t even describe. I am a loud annoying chatterbox, and then when I genuinely care about talking to somebody I can’t even say two words.
3. Physically–Now, ordinarily, I won’t claim that I’m Anna Pavlova or somebody, but I can usually like walk in a straight line without ending up in the ICU, or look at gross things without just totally blowing chunks, or function semi-normally without getting hurt or breaking something valuable. But NO! What is the DEAL? In the past week alone, I have had:
(a) The Stairs Incident
(b) The Rolling Fridge Incident
(c) The Knock Knock Incident
(d) The Basketball from Outer Space
(e) The Cat Incident
I could go ON, but I think you get the idea that like. I’ve been pretty retarded.
De.pressing. And unusual. I feel very off.
I’d say the social thing is the worst. I mean, facing an avalanche of Jones Sodas tumbling out of the rolling fridge at Panera, or barfing during anatomy is like, inconvenient but tolerable. As far as PEOPLE go, though, I feel like I’m fucking things up big time. I don’t mean to be, but I can’t even like string any words together when it counts anymore, and I really need to get a handle on it before I just revert back entirely to my original homeschool ineptitude.
In other news, I think my parents are trying to get me to become a nun, which, aside from being unreasonable and weird, is semi-entertaining. This family my Mom is friends with has a daughter my age who just entered a convent in Alabama, and my parents spent all of dinner like, exclaiming over how admirable that is. So I guess if the rest of my life just dissolves into a giant failure, as it seems to be doing currently, I can always up and go to Alabama to spend some q.time with The Lord. At least I’ve got options.
Anyway, I’m babysitting and I have to go read to Rosa and Olivia. But I’ll keep you posted on my truly enthralling, unraveling life.
LATA.
Current favorite song: Tranquilize – The Killers
Filed under: oh boy
Well, it’s official. God and all the other influential forces out there have teamed up against me, devising a cruel conspiracy of epic proportions in either an attempt to refine my character, or, as is becoming more likely, to kill me.
Thanks Lord. ‘Preciate it.
Filed under: oh boy
Ah, so it begins. That wonderful chapter of the year where the world is merry and bright, and family comes from far and wide to return to wherever they call home.
I am about to kill myself.
I am home year round, functioning perfectly fine as the oldest child in the house and managing to keep the homefront pretty stable and chill most of the time. Then a holiday rolls around, and…..hooray! The big kids come home! Our worldly wise older siblings decide to magnanimously grace us with their awesome presence. How exciting. Just in case the house wasn’t filled enough with people and with mayhem/discord, let’s just toss in a few more! Sure! Keep ‘em coming! So they arrive home, and seriously…our poor house just reaches its LIMIT and completely ERUPTS into agonizing chaos. And me, the calm, usually-except-for-the-holidays-oldest sibling, is forced to retreat into the far reaches of my home so that I don’t get swept away in the ”Let’s Be As Fucking Annoying as We Possibly Can”-Fest that is currently going on here. Oh. My God. Like, I don’t know who you are, obviously….but maybe you’re one of those nut jobs who has like two kids in their family, but who has always fantasized about having some hunky-dory Cheaper By the Dozen situation instead? All I can say is…you seriously don’t even know how good you have it. Trade with me, I’m begging you.
But tomorrow morning is the big annual football game. So the upshot of all of this is that I’ll get to hit some of these people. Hopefully everyone will try to keep things somewhat mellow though, cause last year’s football game sparked a feud among the troops that lasted for several weeks.
Anyway, if I make it through tomorrow, the weekend’s looking alright. I may go to NJ with Anna for a talent night thing at her school if I am able to get out of going to the extended-Coppa family annual Coffee House, though why anyone would want to miss such a wildly fun gathering is beyond me. Then Saturday is Miriah’s open-mic thing. With all these coffee house/talent scenarios on the horizon, I should probably brush up on my award-winning poetry slamming. Or perhaps dust off my recorder and rehearse a rousing rendition of “Under the Sea”. Endless options for me, seriously, in the talent department. Truly exciting.
Ugh well apparently my 13-minute slot on the computer is at an end, because obviously my siblings have things of vital importance to do on here, such as updating their facebook statuses, making new desktop backgrounds on PaintBrush, burning lengthy cds that slow up the computer, and feeding their NeoPets. I really would not want to prevent any of those clearly crucial tasks from being completed.
Happy Thanksgiving.
OK so my attempts at getting my time stamps to be like, at least within the ballpark of being accurate have totally failed. Sheri from FAQ tried to help me out with it, but like, I don’t speak computer. So I don’t even know what she told me. Just so you know though, it is November 18 at 8:44 p.m. Not like the wee hours of the morning on the 19th or whatever it’s telling you.
Oh, gosh, so there is like a whole lot of stuff going on right now. But I can’t TALK to you about it, because even though it all feels gigantic and important to ME, when I write it all down I’m going to realize how uninteresting and insignificant it all really is, and you won’t be able to comprehend how much I CARE about it all, and how insane I am going with apprehension and anticipation and anxiety and hoping and fearing and wondering and dreading and truly not knowing how the fuck to proceed.
So I just have to like, stew alone in all these exciting and miserable thoughts.
I don’t even know why I’m writing on here, really, since mum’s the word on pretty much everything at the moment. And also since I should most definitely be trying to learn the bones of the skeleton like, stat, since that horrible test is tomorrow. But idk I just feel like I am going to EXPLODE, and I want so much to just go on a venting rampage and tell you all these crazy and secret things, but it’ll sound stupid and plus you don’t care and plus I just can’t talk about any of it.
frustrating entry. I apologize. I’ll get back to you once I make sense of it all.
THE WEEKEND IN SOME VAGUE NEWS BRIEFS:
- It’s over, hallelujah
- Finally addressing the issue. Not necessarily fixing it.
- Wishing they would realize they are trapped
- ROMEO! And our badass adventure
- Mildly surprised, mildly disappointed
- Telling BOTH SECRETS
- No regrets
- Majorly skeeved out
- Profound realization
- Tearing down one wall, noticing another
- Losing someone?
- Preparing for cruel disappointment
- Preparing to not go down without a fight
quite, quite a weekend.
