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Well, so, once again I have a shitload of work to be doing so obviously I felt immediately moved to write on here.
It’s officially autumn, which is probably the greatest season ever minus maybe winter (at certain select times), and I am officially settled into the GROOVE here at school, which would be great except that I feel like it’s a less than perfect groove. The biggest issue with the new groove is that every time I have work to do, I run away from it and harvest my farmville crops, or visit the boys at Club 701 (which isn’t a club at all, it’s actually a four-room suite, but somehow they got us calling it Club 701, and as idiotic as it is none of us can stop and they even made a sign that says it, and they’re threatening to make tshirts, and it has all kind of spun out of control) or make a phonecall to one of my long lost high school friends, or start a letter to the fam, or clean the bathroom, or pretty much do ANYTHING else besides the actual work there is to do. And then I end up doing the work at some ungodly time in the early morn. So it’s really a horrible groove in that regard. But other than that (minor) flaw, it’s a highly enjoyable and groovy groove. And I really need to stop using the word groove on here because I’ve noticed that I use it way entirely too much, and it isn’t even that great of a word.
Anyway, so. This weekend. Let’s discuss.
On Friday I went HOOOOOOOOMEEEEE and saw my precious and adorable and wonderful siblings whom I MISS so MUCH. Seriously, I really do, I mean college is fantastic and everything, but every time I picture my beautiful little brothers and sisters–Dominic with his rawkin sk8 gear, and Roc with just his built-in aura of COOL, and Rosa with her soccer skillz and sweet disposition, Lisetta with her glasses and sort of scary but still great people skills, and Olivia with her wild curls and cute accent–I literally just want to CRY. For real, it’s kind of pathetic, but if I think hard enough about those kids I just totally stop breathing with how much I miss them. I even sort of miss Maria. So I went home to see them and I brought my roomie Alex, and we had a great. time. Olivia painted a wooden doorstop for me, and Lisetta made me a card that says: HAPECMBACCRDTOJULE<3LISETTA, (Which clearly means “Happy Come Back Card to Jule <3 Lisetta”) and we played Beatles rock band, and regular rock band, and went on the zip line, and watched an old western, and had a piano/guitar playing sing-along, and played Harry Potter SceneIt (I won), and it was just GREAT. And now it’s only been a day but I still miss them just as much.
LAST night I had a typical West Chester Saturday night, though I will admit I’ve actually had better. I don’t know, this whole going buck wild every weekend thing is kind of losing its sparkle for me, and plus I’m pretty sure I saw a girl who was like an inch away from being dead last night and it was fucking scary. Seriously. And I just kind of wonder, why are people so stupid? And a more frightening and pressing question, am I equally as stupid? Something to ponder.
I forgot to mention that while I was home, I went to Panera to pick up my paycheck, and I had a thrilling encounter with my boss, who, despite the time we’ve spent apart, remains my number one true love. We had a great chat, and he told me to stay away from the boys at West Chester, which was both wise (seriously, he didn’t even need to tell me. so far: gross) and also a huge indicator that he’s madly in love with me. So, yay.
SPEAKING of my hometown loves, I also went to Blockbuster and saw my bald guy, whose name I have confirmed is Steve, which I feel like I knew but I wasn’t positive. He also seems to be thriving, and he still calls me ‘Charlie’ because of our embarrassing “Charlie Bartlett” encounter, so glad to see nothing’s changed on that front. And also glad to see that Blockbuster is still in business.
In other news, I got my nose pierced, which I said I was going to do many entries ago (see: 1/24/09) and now I finally did it. I like it, and I got it past Mom&Pop so all is well there.
Today I did not go to church. I’m kind of bummed about it actually, because I’ve been trying to go, but I literally just forgot about it today, and now I feel lame and I feel like if I really wanted to remember I could have and that I really should have. SIGH. Next week though.
Today also we had OUR MAIDEN VOYAGE in the Allegheny Hall MOVIE THEATRREEE!!! Woohoo! We watched “Forgetting Sarah Marshall”, and the movie theatre experience was everything I dreamed it would be. And now as long as we reserve it in advance, we can all go watch whatever movie we want whenever we want in the comfort of our personal theayyytuhh. I’m pretty stoked.
OHemgee, big news on the topic of involvement. So, my major club that I’m involved with is the speech and debate team, which is actually called the Forensics Team. At first I thought this was sort of strange, but apparently it’s a really common thing for college speech teams to be called that. Forensics comes from the Greek word for “to pick apart”, which is what forensicators who make speeches as WELL as those at crime scenes are trying to do I guess. So, kind of makes sense, although I tend to just say speech team to avoid that explanation.
But ANYWAY, so that has mostly been my main club, but I just RECENTLY signed up for TAG, which is through the Honors Student Association, and TAG stands for “Traveling Across Generations”, MEANING that I get to go visit a nursing home every weekend!! And not only that, but they are ASSIGNING me to my very own senior citizen buddy, who I get to visit on the weekends, and also attend socials with such as Bingo night and Sing Along night, and whatever else the nursing home may throw at us. (Hopefully my buddy will mostly be interested in Bingo and Sing Alongs though, cauuuse that’s pretty much why I signed up). I AM SO EXCITED THOUGH!!!! If there’s one thing I love more than people, it’s OLD people! It is going to be so great. I will most definitely keep you posted once I’m assigned my buddy.
Well so that’s basically the rundown of the events and items of importance in the Life of Jule Coppa at the moment. Things aren’t majorly (ahh!! not a word!!) exciting, but they have been pretty nice and I am just sort of rolling along and trying (and sometimes failing) to stay afloat academically and morally. I mean, what more can I do.
…probably a lot more haha. I’ll work on it. Anyway guys, it’s been nice talking. I actually have a pretty intense date with the written works of Desmond Tutu so, would notttt want to be late for that.
Have a wonderful night.
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.
HI.
So I have just now returned from a driving venture into NORRISTOWN. That’s right people, me and my street smarts were journeying the backroads of N-Town in the misty darkness, giving my work buddy a ride so that he didn’t have to take the bus. Other than going the wrong way down a one way street, and having some dude tap on my window while I was stopped at a light, I made it out of there unscathed. (I’m sure you’re relieved to hear.) It was a good life experience though, because the only places I ever drive are places in the reaches of Methacton S.D., and like, the mall. So now I have expanded my driving horizons.
This weekend was alright. Pretty uneventful, but not altogether bad. I went shopping yesterday for a senior banquet dress. Dress shopping is pretty much my least favorite activity, along with bra shopping, attending funerals of close relatives, spanish listening activities, and getting a root canal. But yesterday I literally just walked into a store, put on a dress, and bought it for like 12 dollars. It was fantastic.
Yesterday was also my LAST FREE SATURDAY until the musical, because we have practice every Saturday in February. Which makes me want to cry kind of.
I’m pretty sure that I have multiple homework assignments of varying importance that I should be doing right now. But I never write homework DOWN, so it’s always kind of a game of jog-the-memory when I try to assess the homework situation. And I’m not really feeling up to an frantic trip down memory lane at the moment, so I guess we shall see what happens when I get to class tomorrow.
O.mg. so I am excited for a BUNCH of things right now. I really am. And it’s unusual, because normally there is nothing going on, and if anything I am feeling like, intense dread about upcoming events. But right now I am STOKED for a lot of stuff. And you probably want to know what these things are, but I shan’t disclose because for some of them I kind of have to see how they pan out before my excitement is justified. And for the other ones, well. Maybe I’ll tell you later. Other than being excited for things, I have also been feeling EXTREMELY CURIOUS about this ONE THING. And I don’t know how to find it out, but I am dying to. Aaaah.
I am currently eating some green grapes. They are huge. And they’re good, but like…It’s disconcerting how gigantic they are.
Probably roids.
Ugh sooo I dropped guitar class, which I was supposed to take mod 1 of semester 2. I am a little sad about dropping it because I have always harbored a secret wish to be good at guitar, and I thought that this class would be the first step towards realizing this lifelong dream. But it was like, me and a bunch of grimy freshman boys, and there’s a bunch of homework for it apparently, and I didn’t realize how much I cherished my mod 1 study hall until I didn’t have it anymore. SO. I had to make the cut. But I have a guitar, so I’m going to try some self-teaching and see how it works out.
OK, so, I always have dreams about having babies. Seriously at least once a week. Which I guess is weird, and even weirder to bring it up, but I HAD one last night (a dream, not a baby) and I have been thinking about it all day. It was such a good dream! Like, a truly warm and adorable and wonderful dream. And I know it was just a dream, but being a mom has got to be pretty awesome. I’m like, excited for that. Not trying to be weird, but I am.
ALLLRIGHT well, you’re undoubtedly enthralled by all these fascinating tidbits I’ve been throwing at you, but I have decided that it would probably be prudent of me to further investigate the homework sitch. So I’m going to do that.
latooorrr.
SNOW DAY today. It was nice.
I always particularly cherish snow days since I was deprived of them as a homeschooler (for obvious reasons). I love them so much.
I was feeling mildly productive today, which was unusual but not unwelcome, and I got a lot of stuff done. I also went sledding with my Irish neighbor and his friend, which was random but also not unwelcome.
Head Start is on Friday, and I am currently trying to invent a craft related to GROUNDHOG DAY. It’s not as easy as I thought it would be. My current idea involves a construction paper groundhog glued to a popsicle stick, that pops up out of a small paper cup with grass drawn on the sides. I don’t know if you can visualize that, but it’s pretty wild.
In other news, a woman in California just had octuplets. So, good luck to her with that.
In some extremely BAD news, THE MAKEUP BAG IS LOST FOREVER. :weeps: So. Everyone can get used to Washed Out Deformed and Blotchy Jule until its contents are replaced.
So, I started writing a STORY today. I used to write stories all the time, especially when I was homeschooled. In fourth grade I had a series of stories called “The Summer of Surprises”, which detailed the magical events of the summer of a young girl named Melanie Mayfair. In sixth grade I hand-wrote an entire 23 chapter book (it was a really boring year, clearly) which was basically just me re-writing the entire book of Little Women because I hated how it ended. And in seventh grade I started writing bitter short stories about a young homeschooled girl with a terrible life and a psycho family. But in recent years my story-writing has taken a backseat to other things, such as trying to stay academically afloat and also trying to get more than 2 hours of sleep per night. But today I was just in the mooood to write something, and so I wove together some REAL LIFE EVENTS of recent months, sprinkled them with enough fiction to make them bearable, and squashed it all up into a wonderful short story that I filed away with my other written masterpieces. No doubt years after my death, someone will stumble upon this treasure trove of literary genius, and the collossal earnings from publishing all of them will put all my grandkids through college.
Siiiiigh. Glad I could help, kids.
OK well I have like 80 groundhogs to cut out, it looks like, so I’m going to wrap this up.
I shall ttyl.
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
hulloo.
I just came home from work, and I’m bored. I was in the middle of watching Season 1 of The O.C., but it kept skipping and I couldn’t get past this one part of episode 11, so I bagged it, and now I’m here. I should probably be doing some aich-dubya, since I have more packets to do this weekend then I have ever had to do in basically my entire life, and which will probably take me several hours to complete. Not to mention the stupid Swift parody thing, which like….I have zero (0) ideas for.
So work was kind of okay tonight. I have been bonding with some unexpected coworkers. I thought that things would be slow because of the epic “snowstorm” that was supposed to go down today, but it was as busy as usual, and as USUAL the weather men are just proclaiming blatant falsehoods to the people of Southeastern Pennsylvania. Disgraceful.
Maria’s watching X-Men right now, which used to be a favorite of mine back in the day. Watching it now (or rather, overhearing it, since my back is to the TV) is reminding me strongly of my burning desire to be a MUTANT! (“What are you talking about, Jule? You are a mutant!” ha. ha. You slay me.) It would be so sweet. I think I would definitely want to have Mystique’s powers, because that would be WILD and I could do whatever I wanted and play jokes on people all the time. The suckiest mutant to be would obviously be Ice Man. His power fucking sucks. Like, what can you even do with that? I guess he would be useful to have around if like, my soda was warm, but if we were in actual mortal peril he would be pretty useless. For example, right now in the movie they were in trouble and the entire S.W.A.T. team was there or whoever, so he created this gigantic thick wall of ice between them and the enemies. And the bad guy just exploded it real quick with some kind of grenade thing. Thank you, Ice Man. You are a life saver. I guess Rogue’s power, too, would be pretty bad. I can’t even think of a redeeming element to not being able to touch other people, except that like, I wouldn’t have to participate in awkward hugging/handshaking situations, and people probably wouldn’t sit next to me on the bus which is extremely positive. But other than that, pretty terrible.
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WHAT. Yes, I just devoted a paragraph to X-Men. Girls who like comic booky things are like, cool, nowadays. Or so I hear. Leave me alone.
Anyway, the nun salespitch still continues mercilessly. I can’t even understand it, really, because I am not exactly skanking it up over here. And I didn’t realize that I was a burden enough that my parents would want to ship me off, but apparently that is the case. My mom was showing me PHOTOS, today, of the convent that the girl is at, and pictures of her like, putting on her habit and stuff. Both of which obviously sold the idea to me immediately.
weird. shit.
ahghg well, after applying some glasses cleaner stuff to The O.C. dvd, it has been restored to its skip-less-ness and I’m going to go watch it. But thanks for keeping me company on my out o’ control, crazy fun Saturday night. Preciate it.
Aaaahh so, break is just whizzing by at merciless speed and it’s TERRIBLE because I have my stupid research paper due the day we get back. And every time I think about it I just want to cry, pretty much, so I’ve been trying to keep myself sufficiently distracted so that I won’t think about it. (Which is clearly the prudent and mature way to confront the issue).
Things I Have Been Doing Over Break to Distract Myself From the Looming Research Paper of Doom
a brief list by j. coppa
- Anthony, Maria and I have been working on a series of musical projects. The primary project is the family band that we’ve been getting started over break, called The Bear Trapp Family Singers. We’ve already written several instant hits, such as “1, 2, 3″, “The Jingle Bells (Grandma, Grandma)” and “Wine in the Snow Globe”. I am mostly in charge of percussion and lyrics in this band, although I make an occasional appearance playing the toy piano. Apart from the band, we’ve also been working on some actual theatrical musicals. Dead on Christmas and There’s No Place Like Jail for the Holidays are our top ideas so far, but the opening choreography for Dead on Christmas is still a little iffy so we’re trying to work that out.
- I’ve been brushing up on my pool skillz, and can now hit the ball with terrible aim in the totally wrong direction. Which is actually like a gigantic step forward from not being able to hit the ball at all.
- My neighbors are away again, which means I’m on Cat Duty. As a Christmas present, Daphne left me a decapitated baby squirrel on the rug. It was pretty much the most horrifying and disgusting thing that I have encountered in all seventeen and-one-third years of my life, and I didn’t feed Daphne for two days as punishment. Fucking cat.
- The HEYWOODs are here, so the Coppa-Heywood properties have been abuzz with activity. Ultimate frisbee in knee-deep mud has been the primary order of the day.
- I saw “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” yesterday. It was pretty good. But it was 2 hours and 45 minutes long, which I personally think is pretty fucking inconsiderate to the people who don’t want to be holed up in a movie theatre for like three days. Anna and I went to see it at 2:20pm, and I had to be at like a mandatory family party at 5:30. So we figured we’d be back in plenty of time. And then we realize that we are actually watching the NEVER-ENDING Case of Benjamin Button, and even though we bolt out of the theatre at the end I still get destroyed for running late to the party. So, thanks for that, Brad. People might enjoy seeing you in movies, but THREE HOURS? Really.
- Anna had the New Jersey people down for a party on Sunday, which ended up being really fun since I haven’t seen ANY of them since camp. Every time the NJ kids come here I am reminded of how much I wish I went to KA. Especially when certain NJ kids come here.
- Tonight is the annual Coppa-Heywood bonfire firework extravaganza for new years. But the weather is not looking promising. :-\
Uggghh well, as riveting as this rambling list undoubtedly has been, I am being summoned to play some friz.
Enjoy your last couple hours of 2008. It’s been a solid year.
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ho hum, so I decided that it was urgent that I write again since my most recent post is an appalling failure at being anything even close to cohesive or making sense.
I just came home from work, so I have the lovely aroma of like, bagels surrounding me at the moment. Quite enticing. If you were here right now, my fragrance alone would probably just seduce you on the spot. Work was ok….pretty slow. An hour went by where we only made two dollars, and at the end of the day we were down 883 dollars from this same day last year. Welcome to 2008 I guess. Since things were so slow, we used the time to come up with a personality quiz for the bakery, entitled “Which Pastry Best Describes YOU?!”. It was a very thorough quiz, which included questions such as….
When you walk into a party, you are immediately drawn to….
(a) Any/every good looking member of the opposite sex
(b) The food table
(c) The fake fern in the corner of the room
(d) The dance floor [if there is one. If there isn't one, you immediately designate the nearest open space as the 'dance floor']
(e) The chaperone, or, if there are no chaperones, you go next door to converse with the elderly neighbors
(f) The alcohol, or any/all illegal substances at the party [if there are no illegal substances, then you resort to the flask in your purse]
(g) The bathroom, so that you can throw up from nervousness
(i) “I don’t go to parties” :sad face:
LIKE I SAID, it was thorough, and had some very comprehensive and insightful results. My results, for instance, indicate that I am, in bakery terms, an Orange Scone. I forget what the description we wrote for orange scone said exactly, but something about me being bold and unique. Obviously. We left out from the description the fact that the orange scone is the fucking grossest looking, most random item we have in the whole bakery. I guess behind all the gross weirdness, it has a terrific personality. SO! That is what I did at work pretty much. If you are intrigued by this totally wild and psychologically accurate quiz, then let me know and perhaps I’ll put it up here.
In other news, I got accepted to a college. So I guess I can scratch my alternate plans of leaving home with only the clothes on my back to go on a cross country, on-foot journey to find myself. I’m a little disappointed, I was really looking forward to spearing fish in a rushing stream with a hand-whittled javelin, sleeping under the shelter of whatever awning, cactus, or underpass I could locate, and making pocket money by treating passersby to a live performance of “Under the Sea” on my trusty recorder. All-in-all it was looking to be a truly profound life experience. Too bad.
Ugh so I have to get up at like, the crack of DAWN tomorrow to go to CHURCH for the feast of the Immaculate Conception. That is the worst possible thing to have to wake up for, seriously. Not to like, hate on church or anything, because God is awesome and I have no problem with Him at all (except when he is throwing wildly unfair curveballs at me–see entry before last) but it seems to me that the all powerful omnipotent creator of the universe could have come up with a better/more interesting weekly ritual than Mass. Just saying. And Mass at Visitation is just like, the worst it can get I’m pretty sure. Between sitting through whatever knock-you-unconsciously boring homily it happens to be, to listening to the guitar group warble out some pitiful attempt at a hymn, to sign-of-peacing the old lady behind you who just apparently hocked a loogie into her right hand…Mass just altogether sucks there, I’m sorry Lord to phrase it that way. (But it’s true.) The only thing worse than Mass at Visitation is Mass at the homeschool group of my childhood days. But I guess that’s a totally different story. The point is, it’s looking like tomorrow morning is going to suck.
It’s also looking like I should probably get to bed, what with the horrifically early wake-up. Wouldn’t want to sleep through my second church visit in two days. LOL.
Buenas noches.
