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So…is it lame to write on here now that I am a sophisticated college student?  I do not know.  I DO know that some things never change, and when I need a distraction and friend in the face of mountains of homework, there’s no place like the good old blog.

Anyway.  Lot’s to tell you I guess.  I suppose I’ll start by saying that “mountains” is a fucking UNDERstatement.  Good LORD.  I mean, I’m not generally one to get too freaked out over homework–in the past I just did it carelessly as it was collected and called it a day.  But unfortunately for me and for the procrastination habits that I spent years cultivating and perfecting, homework actually matters now. It’s totally weird.

Other than the school part, school has been nice.  My room is a beautiful palace, seriously.  I am living it up here at WCU. Perhaps I’ll put up pictures sometime. (I can’t right now because the beautiful palace looks like a tornado hit it, but once I spruce it up I’ll try to get some snapshotzz).  For now I will describe to you my side of the room, because really, it’s a treat.  Ahem: my bed is in the corner, and has pink sheets (not normal gross bubblegum pink, but the GOOD kind of pink that’s hot and deep and pretty), and my comforter is black with a beautiful branchy white tree growing and twisting from the bottom of the comforter at the foot of the bed up to my pillows.  Next to my bed is a pretty run of the mill nightstand, and my adorable disc chair.  At the foot of my bed is my desk, the surface of which is currently obscured by some random shit, but most of the time it looks pretty okay and scholarly.  And next to my desk is my dresser, upon which sit all my painted wine bottles and also the TV.  On the WALLS on my side of the bed are an assortment of posters:  The Killers, Monet’s ‘Venice Twilight’, an old fashioned perfume ad with a flapper on it that says Doriane, whatever that is, and then obviously a large collection of photos of all the people who I miss so much (some people who I don’t miss managed to sneak on as well).  I also have an amazing bulletin board but it’s too cool for me to describe you just have to see it.

Aaaaand nobody read that, but that for the most part is my side of the room. It’s well-decorated and magnificent.

My nesting skillz are not the only good thing about this room, there’s also my ROOMMATE.  I’m not going to lie, when we picked each other during orientation I was not without some feelings of apprehension and uncertainty.  But she is really pretty great.  I would elaborate, but I feel like I don’t talk that much about friends on here and I don’t really see a reason to start gushing about them now.  But the roommate sitch is definitely close to ideal.

I’ve made some other friends as well, which is pretty positive especially compared to my LAST major transition into school.  Which we all know wasn’t too phenomenal at first.

Speaking of not being phenomenal, this ENTRY.  Phew.  I have really been off my writing groove lately.  And it’s terrible timing because I have like nine writing-intensive courses I’m taking, and also I’m supposed to be creating this masterpiece speech for the speech & debate team which is like, not really going so well.

SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Well I actually gotta go do something productive, but it was nice talking again even though I just kind of rambled.  Maybe I’ll make up for it sometime soon.

Ho hum!

A lot has happened folks. I don’t even know if I’ll have the presence of mind to recall it all for your benefit (or your whatever) but I shall certainly try.  (The truth is, I don’t even know WHY I try to recall things and write them on here.  I feel like it’s more for my sake than yours…I don’t want to let all the colossal events–events that, as you are well aware, constantly riddle my life–slip away without taking  note).

Well so first off, the bowling league has majorly fizzled.  This is mostly my fault because (news item number one!) I got a new job which takes up all my daytime hours, so there goes the driving force behind the league.  This new job is as a camp counselor at CAMP YUMKA, which is an agent of the Audubon Y.  So like, great.  Camp counseling is basically my dream job I THOUGHT. But Camp Yumka is a curveball that I was not prepared for.  These kids are wack, and have more attitude under a FINGERNAIL than like a Gordon Ramsey-Aretha Franklin lovechild would have in its entire being.  It’s mind boggling, I can’t even deal.  Anyway so last week I was with the “Junior Survivors”.  We learned important arts like cooking over an open flame, spear throwing (? I’m with you on this one), trying to drown Miss Jule while canoing, and locking Miss Jule in a barn.  FUN. TIMES.  This week I was moved to the “Seneca” group, and today was my first day with them.  It has been smoother sailing, but if things start to go south the good news that I am a newly certified spear-thrower so…look out.

Now now, I know that you’re currently in an emotionally shattered heap on the floor because you think that you’ll never again hear gripping tales of my times at Panera Bread.  Well dry your eyes, mate.  The Panera job is also going strong.  No major developments there except that I loathe everyone who works there except for my one sexy manager, who I dream about nightly and who I plan to one day marry.  And it’s GOING TO HAPPEN, it seriously is. He harbors the same buring passion for me, I just know it.  FOR EXAMPLE, tonight he said to me:  “Jule, do you wanna go out?”.  I straightened up immediately from my traditional at-the-register shlump, and unable to believe my EARS responded with an exuberant “Yes??!” as I prepared to be swept into a romantic embrace. In the end it turned out that he was actually asking me if I wanted to go out into the dining room to start vacuuming. 

…but the message was there, subliminally.

Anyway.  My new job at the Y has had tragic effects beyond simply stopping the bowling league in its tracks, the most prominent of which is that I am unable to work at my OTHER, volunteer summer camp that I usually work at in the summer.  “Summer camp is summer camp, Jule,” you may be saying to me boredly.  WELL.  It actually isn’t.  Because my other summer camp was the shit and the kids weren’t demon children, and it was the home of a steamy summer fling, and I just wish I was working there again! But alas, that camp is happening this week, and instead of being there I am up a creek (literally) at Camp Yumka, breaking up fights between The Dantes (oh, there are several), and trying to prevent general mutiny among my campers. 

Waahhh.

Oh HEY so I had orientation at West Chester, and I acquired a roommate and a refreshed sense of a greater life purpose, and I am just pretty PUMPED for the whole college thing.  It’s looking to be pretty enjoyable.  And I am planning to attack my studies with renewed diligence and fervor, SERIOUSLY.  I’m really going to care. It’s going to be so positive.

Greeeeeeeeaaaaat I feel like I have ninety six more things to report on, but I swear to you I am so freaking tired. I worked for a total of fourteen hours straight today (I really did) and I’m probably going to slip into a coma at any moment. Plus I have more work in the morning so like, awesome. 

Sorry for the lameskies entry, I’ll write again sometime when my eyes aren’t blurred with exhaustion.

Peace & Love.

AHOY!

It’s been too long, it really has.  I hope all of you have held up okay.  I guess I’ll update you a little on life.

SENIOR TRIP! was really fun actually, moreso than I was expecting.  And like, unlike with many other highly advertised things, Disney World is just as magical and impressive as it is made out to be in all of the rampant Disney propaganda.  I was so ENCHANTED the whole time I was there, seriously, I just felt like I was in this magical other world.  And everyone kept making fun of me because like, blahblahblah they vacationed in Disney World since they were zero years old while I was holed up in like a one-room shorehouse with the fam, but WHATEVER GUYS, I still enjoyed it so much.  The only drawbacks to the trip were that I didn’t really get tan (what. the fuck. people were like freaking out the whole time about how one hour in FL sunlight equals six hours in PA or some shit, but my pasty white complexion BEGS TO DIFFER.  I didn’t even wear a drop of sunscreen.) and also the ice in Disney World is like gross and weirdly shaped.  Instead of delicious, clear square chips, it was like weird cloudy cylindrical rods.  Really bizarre, I did not approve.  Other than that though, overall a wonderful trip.

omg SCHOOL. I’ve just totally stopped doing it.  Nothing to report.

I have a new FRECKLE which is momentous, and which brings my grand freckle quota up to 13.

I had some people over my house last night, which I haven’t done for a while.  It was an odd mix and I thought it might suck, but it ended up being really fun (for me….everyone else, idk.) and I was quite pleased with how like, not-that-odd the mix ended up being. 

OH MY GOD so I have come to a majorly stunning realization.  And I want to just blurt it out, but it involves me realizing something that I didn’t think was even possible, and now that I have officially REALIZED it I am like depressed because I should have realized it sooner, I think.  So frustrating!

Ugghh I am dyyyyying for a book to read.  Now that I have 100% abandoned school work, I have all this free reading time and I NEED something good to read.  I went to the school library like forty times this week because I kept forgetting about the art show, and all the shelves were trapped behind the styrofoam and I couldn’t even get to any books.  It got to the point where, last night after work, I had to reread the first Princess Diaries book.  Which is pathetic because I have read that like eleven times, and I’ve been trying to move onward and upward from my lame pink girly books.  Not to say that The Princess Diaries are lame, because they’re really not, they’re tremendous.  I just feel that I am moving beyond them at this point in my life.  BUT!!!!!!! While I was reading it, I REALIZED that Mia Thermopolis is the source of my CAPITAL LETTERS HABIT!!!!!!!  She does it all the time.  And I’ve been reading those books for so long that I guess I’ve adopted her exuberant captial style.  Very interesting.  In fact, Mia Thermopolis has really just had a gigantic influence on my life in general.  I really identify with her better than with anyone else I know, and other than the fact that she is a socially-impaired, vegan, only-child PRINCESS, we are practically the same person.  But anyway as much as I love her, it is high fucking time that I got some new books.  But I’m not hating on the art show at all for blocking them from me, because the art show was MAGNIFICENT!!!!!!!  I am so proud of my friends and quasi-friends and people I hardly know and EVERYONE who had stuff in it, because it was just so wonderful and beautiful and impressive that I couldn’t even handle it.

Oh gosh so they’ve finally started cranking out Sweeney Todd dvds, and I watched it this weekend and like…AHHH.  I was so disappointed.  It’s really staggering how different the recording is from the actual thing.  At least I HOPE it’s different, because if it’s not then like….we all sucked pretty hard.  Jk you can still tell that it was good, it’s just like, very distant when you watch the recording. 

Aaaaanyway.  In other news, I LIKE someone.  Totally new and unexpected!!! Well…I think it’s unexpected.  It’s not even a big deal and nothing will probably come of it, but it is iiiinteresting. 

So I have been doing a lot of reminiscing lately.  Probably because it’s like, that time in life where you realize just how bloody fast time really goes, where one minute you’re terrified to climb onto the school bus for the first time, and the next minute you’re trying to stamp everything about high school permanently into your memory before it all dissolves away in a flurry of flying grad caps and confetti.  And like, in my reminiscing I am just noticing how INTENSE life is, and so full of people and events and experiences that like, it makes me want to cry.  Because I know I can never remember all of these things, or hold on to all these people, and one day in like seventy years I am going to be chilling on my back patio smoking dogies with my old-but-still-pretty-handsome husband, and I’m not even going to REMEMBER my full and wonderful and fun life as a high schooler!  I’m going to be so distracted by my creaky joints and lack of retirement money that like, all these exhilirating and and beautiful memories won’t even fit in my head anymore.  It’s just an awful thought.  But at least now I am REALIZING how good my life is I guess, so it won’t go entirely unappreciated.

SIGHHH.

Well anyway I have work in like 20 minutes, so I gotta go get into my Panera Garb and braid my hair.  But it was nice checking in!  Enjoy your rainy Sunday.

<3

SO, this good mood has majorly surpassed its life expectancy, it’s pretty bizarre.  I mean generally speaking my life always sucks kind of, but usually this general suckage is compounded with INWARD turmoil and anxiety as well.  But recently, inwardly, I have been feeling all mellow and happy it’s just bizarre.  But nice, too, I suppose.

This weekend was laaaaame for the most part because I worked a lot, but Friday was fun.  The film festival was like, enjoyable as always, and afterwards Miriah threw a like not-gigantic-but-still-extremely-fun surprise party in honor of my birrruthday.  It was really nice.

Oh lord so Panera continues to be like MY FAVORITE PLACE ON EARTH (with the exception, of course, of the dentist office, Spanish class, and the way back corner seat of The Van where everyone gets carsick and pukes).  Seriously, I just have been loving that place.  Work this weekend was particularly FANTASTIC because our store is still programmed for wintertime, so the heat has been on FULL BLAST and the entire bakery-cafe is a sweltering, muggy sauna!!!  But does that deter people from coming?  No!  Apparently ordering vats of broccoli cheddar soup in an 80 degree store is their life’s dream come true!  And in case it isn’t enough that I am being forced to work in like the seventh level of HELL, we just got a truckload of totally new and incompetent employees.  And the newest one, Rob (I don’t even care that I’m saying his name, I hope he reads this somehow and realizes how much I hate him) told me today that I was a BITCH (thereby not only becoming the newest employee at Panera, but also the newest name on Juliana Coppa’s “People I Barely Know But Still Loathe With All My Being” list).  I mean, how dare he?  All I did was like tell this kid that I didn’t care about all this weird science fiction trivia he was spouting out at me, which like isn’t even MEAN.  Does he even realize what a good fucking mood I’ve been in?  My bitch switch wasn’t even FLIPPED tonight, Robert.  You have no idea.  Noooooooooo idea.

Ahem anyway.  I think that recently I have talked about Panera too much on here.  It’s probably getting tiresome.  The good news, though, is that once I turn 18 (two days my friends! two. days.)  I might be moving onward and upward from my employment from Panera, meaning that I am going to QUIT and shake the dust from my heels and head off in search of a higher-paying job.  Well…. I should actually probably locate this mythical higher-paying job BEFORE I quit, otherwise I may just be up shit creek with no paddle.  But at any rate I am exploring my options, and at the top of my possible Option List is BLOCKBUSTER!  How sweet would that be to spend some q-time with my favorite movie store during it’s final days as a functioning business???  That’s only like, my DREAM JOB.  I wonder if they are hiring.  I wonder, too, if I need to pass some kind of a “How Obsessed Are You With Movies?” test to become employed there.  Because the blockbuster guys know their shit.  I mean I have my own wealth of movie trivia (although it is nowhere NEAR my gargantuan wealth of ARTHUR trivia but whatever) but I feel that I don’t know enough to qualify me for like Official Movie Nerd status.  So mayhaps I should read up before they throw some kind of sudden death movie quiz at me.

Although I feel like that is a totally random and unlikely requirement for employment, and my speculations are probably completely unfounded.

So I’m headed to disney world this week for the senior trip.  I’ve never been there before.  I’m not like majorly excited, mostly because I haven’t really been thinking about it.  But I feel that perhaps I should START thinking about it, especially because I need to like purchase some flip flops because upon review of the shoe basket in my room, my stash of like 80 flip flops has somehow gotten lost in the shuffle. (NO PUN INTENDED!)  And also I need to like triple-wash all of my clothing because they’re having drug dogs sniff our bags and like….we all know with the pungent aroma of illegal fumes that constantly clings to me, I could be in some big trubz.  But anyway with the birthday, and then the approach of this potentially extremely fun trip, this week is not looking too terrible.  I’m a little stoked for it actually. 

Oh my god so London got kicked off of ANTM.  A little piece of me has died and will never be restored. Tyra doesn’t know what she’s talking about, girl.  Stay strong.

LOL so I recently heard some HILARIOUS NEWS.  I am still trying to wrap my head around it it’s just riidonnkulous.  Seriously, if I told you, you wouldn’t even believe me.  It’s just the randomest thing.  I also recently heard some not random OR hilarious news, which was also pretty ridiculous, but in a different way.  But who even cares about that news anyway.

Oh hey so I’m currently part of this brand new and exciting initiative called JULE IS NEVER EATING AGAIN.  Seriously oh my GOD.  If I could like choose a song to describe my life right now, it would be freaking “I Am the Walrus”.  Le.git.  (The standard song that describes my life is “Rondo a la Turque” by Mozart, and also fairly often ”I Hate Everyone” by Get Set Go)  I went running like 14 times this weekend (not really. but a few) and like, it is time for me to snap out of my lazybear winter hibernation.  I mean, Ruby (my stomach) and I have always been on great terms and I love her to death.  But she is just getting out of control.

Siiiighhhhh the things I talk about on here.  And I wonder why this poor blog is taking such a rapid decline.

Anyway I have this like extraordinarily hefty gov packet to work on, so I should get to that before I like pass out from the tiredness-toll that this harrowing day has taken on me.  Perhaps I’ll write again before this grand adventure to Florida, but probably not.  So arrividerci I hope you don’t die of depressive withdrawal.

PEACE.

P.S. For those of you completely appalled by the title of this post, I wasn’t trying to poetically and meaningfully quote that dumb song, I just couldn’t think of a title, and that line like APPLIED to me right now, you know?

–EDIT!–
The word “majorly” isn’t a fucking word.  WHAT THE HECK???????????????????????????????? I now have to go like rethink my entire life.  If you review like every entry on this stinking blog, I use that word.  And it doesn’t even exist.  Holy. Shit.

HULLO!

I know I know it’s been a little whiiile….I just wanted to give you guys time to digest all that news about the ice.  Truly distressing.

So it’s Easter today…it’s been pretty nice, pretty standard.  We had our traditional BASKET HUNT this morning which was traumatic as always.  This was the first year that I didn’t even find my basket until after church.  That never happens! EVER.  But I wasn’t slacking on my problem-solving skillz, my clues were just like ridiculous I don’t know what to say.  The clues I wrote were obviously top notch.  I made my assigned person (Dominic) cry from frustration, which is always kind of the unspoken goal when we are writing the clues, so.  Mission accomplished.  Other than the hunt, Easter was rather mellow.  There was a remarkably small number of fights, my mom didn’t cry, and Siena managed to not get completely hammered at dinner so!  Yay for the Coppas for keeping it together, though I guess it ain’t over till the fat lady sings, or so they say.

On an entirely different subject, the other day at work I got like, scolded for neglecting my duties because I temporarily joined this BOOK CLUB that meets every weekend at Panera.  I hadn’t intended to join, but I see them come in every week, and they’re all pretty old and hideous and wacky seeming, but I’ve always kind of wondered what books they were discussing.  So last week I was lurking nearby wiping tables and casually listening in, and they were discussing Ender’s Game!  Which I have read so I like couldn’t RESIST and had to jump in to the discussion.  And I didn’t join for very long because my tightass manager like laid an egg.  But first of all I was definitely right about the “wacky” thing…these book-clubbers were NUTS, to make an understatement!  But second of all I was reminded of how much I enjoyed reading that book back in the day!  So anyway last night I had a READ ATTACK and was scrounging around for something good to read, and it struck me to pick it up again.  And I’ve been reading it all day, which I guess is not really an Easter-ish activity, but it’s very enthralling.  And I think since I was being made to read it in 10th grade, and I didn’t really care about it, I didn’t grasp fully how good it was.  So I’m glad I’m reading it again.  Anyway that was a very roundabout and lengthy way of talking about the book I’m reading, but I’m in like the Ender’s Game zone right now, what can I say. 

In OTHER news my BIRTHDAY is in nine days.  I just love my birthday so much, I can’t even tell you.  I mean nothing spectacular ever really happens on it, (example: last year I spent the whole day holed up in the family room working on my visual file) but there’s just something nice about the feeling that it’s my birthday.  And also I enjoy getting older (which I guess won’t last forever) because I always feel like I’m just like DECADES younger than everyone else, I don’t know why.  So even though it’s illogical, every time I have a birthday I feel like I’m maybe finally catching up.    

Oh boy! Ahem-hem-hem, it is now time for a HOUSEKEEPING NOTE:

OK so it’s been brought to my attention by some of my more finnicky readers that I frequently put words in CAPITALS, like that.  For example, instead of saying “oh gosh guys, so today was easter”, I say “oh gosh guys, so today was EASTER.”  So I wanted to briefly address this, because it is apparently bothersome to some people.  The reason I use the caps, is because I am trying to accurately convey the emotion with which I would SPEAK the words I am writing, if I were standing in front of you delivering them verbally.  I realize that I could use italics, but italics have always struck me as sort of wimpy, and I find that I rarely put wimpy emphasis on a word.  I usually put full-fledged BELLOWING emphasis on most words, hence the caps.  So my apologies if it irks some people, but I really have no intention of changing this any time in the near future. 

hohumm well I am in like a weird mood right now, if you can’t tell.  I had a lot of wine at dinner, so that could account for it.  But generally speaking, the wine aside, I have been feeling pretty not-unhappy lately, which is really a profound and exciting development in my life.  Not to say that I am constantly JulianaRAINCLOUD, but like, I rarely feel content.  And recently I have been feeling content.  So that is nice.

Anyway it is now time to go watch Rachel Getting Married with my mom and Maria.  So I’m stopping.  But Happy Easter!  Sorry for the pretty lame post.

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HEY. It’s been forevz.  I’m sorry for any withdrawal/depressive pining I have caused. 

Life has been CONSUMED by the play, which for better or worse is now 11 days away.  I’m sort of excited, but mostly terrified.  CATH is coming for the weekend of Sween which is exciting.  She’ll be here next Friday and I think I’m bringing her to SCHOOL!  Is this a good idea?  Discuss.  Originally I thought it might be seen as a little strange if I just bring some random girl to tag along with me at school, but then I thought about it and decided that (a) Cathe is the shit and isn’t that random, (b) I’m a senior and I don’t care how things seem anymore, (c) who would care anyway? (d) I can’t leave my bffaeae to chill with the homeschoolers while I’m at school all day.  So I think I’ll bring her.  But what is the protocol with bringing someone to school?  Do I have to make up some kind of story about her potentially transferring and wanting to shadow me, or her being some kind of school researcher or something, or can she just come?  I should investigate I guess.

Senior Banq was on Thursday.  On a scale from 1 to fun, it was above a one.

In other news, I had the ACHIEVMENT OF MY LIFE LAST NIGHT:

I got 100% playing Bang Camaro’s Pleasure(Pleasure) on the guitar on Medium on Rock Band!!!!!!!!!!! (yeah…Valentine’s day was clearly a romantic milestone for me)  But like, 100%?!?!?!?! A 503 note streak?!?!?!?! Am I awesome or am I AWESOME?!  But where to go from here??  Because I have TRIED upgrading to Hard, and it’s fucking impossible.  That orange button is just out of the question for me unless I grow some kind of a sixth finger.  So I’m not really sure how my Rock Band career is going to proceed from this point, but I’ll keep you posted.

Other than rocking my own world, V-Day was pretty grueling with a 9-5 play practice, and then babysitting for the Irish nabes.  Normally I love babysitting for the Irish neighbors because they pay me more than Panera does all month in like one night, and the kids are generally fun to look after, and occasionally Uncle Martin is hanging around.  But the mom just had another baby, who is like two weeks old and who I figured she would BRING with her to dinner while I babysat, but instead she left the NEWBORN INFANT BREAKABLE TINY CHILD with me.  So I was on intense BabyWatch all night and didn’t really have any fun, although the monetary compensation was obviously worth it.  It was so sweet though, to take care of that tiny little child.  I got to hold her and feed her her bottle and stuff it was adooooorable. :]

Tomorrow is some kind of accepted students open house at West Chester.  I’m like concerned, sort of, that I’ll go and realize that I don’t actually want to go there.  But it could be cool I guess.

Anyway, I know that after a dry spell like that I should probably have some knock-you-unconsciously fascinating post full of exciting news, but I really don’t have anything else to sayyy so I’m going to wrap this up.  I will close with a SUPER old poem of mine that I found while cleaning my room today.  It’s pretty terrible but I thought it was humorous.

Scones Alone
by j. coppa

I’d think it awfully lovely
If you could come by for tea,
It’d be nothing but my sun-draped lawn
The Earl Grey, you, and me.

We’d forget about the dismal grind
Of school and class and halls
It would all dissolve away
The moment you came to call.

We’d discuss our favorite books
And philosophize on life
I’d pass to you the cherry scones
And dainty butter knife

If I was feeling bold
Perhaps I’d signal with my fan
That your company was lovely
And I’d like to hold your hand.

We’d sit there side by side
On my porch swing in the shade
The sun would sink to rosy dusk
But you’d be glad you stayed….

But you will never come for tea
Your coach would not be pleased
And I will never speak to you
With eloquence and ease

We’ll never sit together
On my porch swing in the shade
And if I asked, you’d probably say
You’ve never played croquet.

So here I am, my sun-draped lawn
–a lovely place to be,
But it’s looking like the guest list is
The Early Grey and, well….me.

If I could verbally curl up into a ball and just like, sob, then that’s what this entry would be.

So it turns out that my complaining about the RIDICULOUS amount of spirit this week was actually unwarranted, because I don’t have to wear my breast cancer shirt tomorrow since it’s the mock elections.  Instead I get to wear “business casual” which I don’t think could really be construed as “spirit”, so I’m all for it.  And plus I pretty much wear business casual to school anyway.  I am the judge of elections tomorrow, which, although it is one of the bigger achievements of my life (along with some other truly momentous honors, such as winning the homeschool spelling bee in fifth grade, winning the poetry slam, and being the Winning Warrior for the month of June last year….SPEAKING OF WHICH, why haven’t there been any Winning Warriors so far this year? Or have I just missed them?? Or did they just decide to discontinue these awards once I got it, because they realized that they had indeed picked THE Winning Warrior, and that any other winners after me would just be empty mockeries of what the award is all about??  If anyone has info on this, plz report it to me STAT.) it’ll probably be sort of boring.  Being Judge of Elections. (I had to remind you what we were talking about, because after that gargantuan parenthesis, you had undoubtedly totally forgotten.  I better end THIS parenthesis before we have the same problem).  But who knows, perhaps there will be some crucial discrepancy concerning hanging chads or machine-mangled ballots, and I will have to save the day.  We can always hope.

So Halloween is on Friday, and I’m being a gypsy.  I am always a gypsy for Halloween.  There have only been a few select Halloweens where I haven’t been a gypsy, like when I was a bumble bee as a toddler (SO CUTE! I’ll try to find some pictures, fo real, you will love little-me) and when I was a princess when I was 7.  Oh my god, my 7-year-old Halloween was TRAGIC.  I was trick-or-treating with a totally ghetto plastic shopping bag, and it ripped, and so all my candy fell through the hole and trailed out behind me around the neighborhood. (I don’t know why I didn’t notice, give me a break) and then Mr. Lewis, the old man I used to visit, gave me ALL OF the candy from his bowl when I realized that I had lost it all and had like a breakdown on his porch.  I will never forget that Halloween.

Shut up, that story was beautiful.

I just took a shower, and my hair is so silky-soft and fragrant right now I can’t even handle it.  I am uncontrollably stroking my head. It just feels so wonderful.

Oh my lord, what the heck is going on with Gossip Girl?? Anyone?????? Why does Jenny look so BEAT all the sudden?  And the Chuck/Blair story has completely nose dived.  What. The heck.

Anyway this entry was totally worthless, but I need to go to bed right now suurrriously because I feel like I’m going to die, and it is obviously crucial that I am alive and well for my majorly important job tomorrow. 

So, this is good night I guess. Good night.