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.

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.

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.

HMMMM I don’t even know where to start because it’s been quite a while.  I suppose it’s time for…

RECENT EVENTS! [in whatever order I remember them] and FUTURE EVENTS [if I am excited enough about them]
a brief list by j.coppa

• PROM
  Prom happened.  It was actually fun (contrary to expectations!) and I ended up thoroughly enjoying myself.  I was like DREADING it big time for whatever reason, but it was seriously great and I was pleased.
• THE OPEN MIC NIGHT
  I don’t remember any specifics about this really, except that it was really FUN and that I was forced to exhibit my lame karaoke skillz (thanks, everyone). And also I can totally see the appeal of joining that cultish FVCN youth group because their setup is SWEET.  And also, during the course of this event, I realized something unfortunate but extremely extremely true.
• THE CHORUS CONCERT
  Lawlz.  Where I fulfilled my dreams of being a black baptist minister in a gospel choir, and also where I had to awkwardly slam some poetry.  Wonderful and terrible.
• THE MYSTERIOUS PARTY AT JOON-HO LEE’S
  Wild. times.  Where we learned that trail mix, unsuspecting Jule & Miriah, and tickle fights can be a lethal combination.  Also where we learned that the makeshift burkha is not really my best look.
• THE EVANSBURG TRIP
  OK what the heck, I went on this trip last year and it was a leisurely day of frisbee and guitar playing and barbecuing. Thoroughly enjoyable.  THIS YEAR we were sent on like, a legit orienteering course and I ended up bushwhacking through the wilderness for three hours, scaling cliffs and getting all tangled up in the underbrush and like, great.  It was so nuts.  It was actually pretty hilarious but I was sort of stunned that our gym teachers thought that after just skipping around with a map of our OWN SCHOOL, the campus of which we are COMPLETELY FAMILIAR with, that somehow we would be prepared to just be unleashed in the wilderness with nothing but a compass (LOL like anyone was paying attention for how to use that) and a map.  But apparently it wasn’t that outrageous because a bunch of teams had actually no trouble, so I guess maps just aren’t my thing. What. Ever. Anyway this bullet is entirely too long.
• THE SEASON FINALE OF ANTM
  Not going to lie, I was hoping that Allison was going to win.  But unfortunately T.Banks has not gone crazy enough for something like that to happen.
• THE SEASON FINALE OF GOSSIP GIRL
  Oh my goddddd, FINALLY something goes right in the world. 
• WALLEYBALL!
  This time I got to go to the theatre co. walleyball game at kinetix and it was such fun!
• MEMORIAL DAY PARTY
  This party is good every year, but this year especially turned out to be fantastic.  Except for like the most ridiculous game of kickball of all time followed by the most ridiculous game of frisbee of all time.  But Pepe Lopez helped us to cool down from those high tension games, and in the end it was all a success.
• SIENA’S 21st BIRTHDAY
  is tomorrow, and I am going on an ADVENTURE up to South Orange, NJ to help her celebrate!!  It’s going to be great.  Except that I made a superb mix CD for the journey and my traveling companion E.Brown’s radio doesn’t fucking work.  So now this poor CD is feeling like, majorly lost and rejected.  But anyway.  I’m excited.
• GYM CLASS TOMORROW
  This is not even a notable event except that like, great, I just remembered I’m supposed to bring Iced Tea for our campout and I don’t even have any.
• GRADUATION
  AHHHH oh my god, I have gone from feeling like, STOKED, to reluctant, to just like 100% SAD that this is about to occur!!!  I mean, despite probably 234563524 complaints that I have registered about it, I just love high school, I do.  And there are two weeks left of it.  And now all the yearbook signing and reminiscing and speculating about the future has begun, and it makes me want to burst into tears.  Not to mention that like, Ms. Ladson was talking about paying bills and credit cards last class, and it seriously made me feel ILL because like.  GREAT.  I am so not ready to be a functioning adult it makes me want to die. 
• SENIOR SHOW
  Shoot. me.
• SUMMER
  LOL regardless of my mixed feelings about graduation, I honestly can’t believe that we are still going to school and like getting grades for things haha.  I am 100% summerfied.

Anyway this list could go on lamely forever but I don’t feel like it.  I’m surprised I even scrounged up any energy to write on here at all.  I have just not been feeling the old blog lately.  My favorite thing to do on here is COMPLAIN and I just have had like, not much to whine about lately. 

later.

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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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.