i wont even begin to tell you how school was today.

Tradition calls for begining each year by asking my all-knowing spinning Jackie Chan 8-ball a question.

Will this year be good for me?

Jackie says: No.

wish me luck.

please speak at the tuna.

last day of summer
pizza delievery followed by orange toe nail painting and tv watching.
i miss summer already.
birthday next week....
whos excited?

yep, that would be me.

bubbles and glass

new book plug...
Hypocrite in a Poufy White Dress
by susan gilman.
hysterical.
summary: um... writer tries to use her life to prove that women dont need guys to be idiots but instead just proves that she's one crazy bitch with a crazy-bitch view of the world.
i havent finished it yet, but when i do i'll tell u wether its totally worth it or not. like the last book i thought was good the Invisible Monster, turned out to be total crap in the end. i mean the plot took some really weird turns, but the writing getting to the weirdness was great. so if u like that, please read that insane, obscure, amazing book, if not, then watever.
if it does make a difference, the critics on the back of this book say that "if you dont absolutely love this book, you are simply dead inside." wich is good enough for me.

i have a few last minute summer things to finish up...
like learning to live life, not study it
wich is something we're not taught in those fancy skools of ours.

for example,
those butterflys in my stomache are telling me to do something
but my brain knows that there will be consequences no matter what i do
so i'll stand in my bubble in this cracked room of broken glass.

just remember...
this is "The World You Love"
and it should "feel like sunshine afterall..."

raise your hand

volleyball tryouts are like sticking my leg in a papershredder.
except my entire body is achey.....
maybe i should just papershred my leg and get it over with.

alejandra is now telling me about how anthony broke her heart.
he told her he thought about it and only loves her as a sister, wich is gross, and then did a fucked up drama queen act saying that he's "lost himself".... he doesnt know who he is, what his goals are, blah blah blah...

raise your hand if you think he's gay
that certainly would explain his story.
i can just tell already, 9th grade is gonna be a very dramatic year at skool.
people are already talking about casino night... so this should be F-U-n.

i'm listening to the wallflowers "how good it can get"

"you wont believe just how good it can get...
we'll make a lover out of you yet"

yeah, yeah, yeah.

If you only once would let me
Only just one time
Then be happy with the consequence
With whatever's gonna happen tonight
Don't think we're not serious
When's it ever not
The love we make is give and it's take
I'm game to play along

All I can say
I shouldn't say
Can we take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time

oh oh, oh oh oh
oh oh, oh oh oh

All the best DJs are saving
Their slowest song for last
When the dance is through
Its me and you
Come on would it really be so bad
The things we think might be the same
But I won't fight for more
Its just not me to wear it on my sleeve
Count on that for sure

All I can say
I shouldn't say
Can we take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time
You want to take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time
Yeah - We still have time

oh oh (ahhhhhhhh)
oh oh (ahhhhhhhh)
oh oh (ahhhhhhhh)
oh oh (ahhhhhhhh)

Can't say I was never wrong
But some blame rests on you
Work and play they're never okay
To mix the way we do

All I can say
I shouldn't say
Can we take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time
You want to take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time
We still have time

oh oh, oh oh oh
oh oh, oh

--------Work, Jimmy Eat World--------


oh.

back from the east.

the all knowing tiny spinning plastic Jackie Chan

its like 3 am and i cant sleep.
all my windows are wide open and theres a really excelent fog rolling in.
i have to wake up in 2 hours.
i've packed and double packed and ..........................
i cant think of anything else to do at 3am....
i've started asking the tiny spinning Jackie Chan 8 ball random questions like if penguins will fall from the sky today....
to wich the all knowing Jackie Chan said "quite possibly"
so maybe flying isnt the best idea under the circumstances.

bye bye birdie

recently added to the To Do Before I Die list...
i desperatly want to go to new zealand and hang my bra on the bra fence.
http://www.local6.com/news/4786539/detail.html

its officially 8:30 now and i might want to go to bed now if i need to leave the house by 5:45 am tomorrow...

and to make sure the nerd in me has one final bow before i go away for 11 DAYS....
i have to make a plug for another awesome book i'm reading....
"Killing yourself to Live: 85% of a true story" is ridiculously good, as well as simply ridiculous.
plot.... um... nerdy rock journalist chuck is sent on a "epic" road trip to visit sites where great rockers have died.
chuck is also wrote "sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs" if that makes a difference to anyone...

because sara's hightops turned out so good i went to rite aid and bought a $2.99 pair of white shoes to sharpie on the plane.

words of wisdom before i go....
sara, remember:
DONT take cupcakes fishing in the summer time.... espescially if your taking sandwiches for the squirrels on the picnic....
you know the drill.

everyone else...........
stay cool, kids!
try to stay of our musical chair hell...
much luv, caffeine, and sprinkles..........
jules

...

three cheers, a horrah, and a bakery boy

so i'm supposed to be packing...but no packing is being done.
so far today i've

made new playlists for my ipod....

went to gelsons to buy edible plane food...

flirted with the bakery boy....
(who gave me and my little sisters free cookies) ((no thats not a metaphor))
(((if you tried hard enough i bet you could make a really good rhyme with metaphor and whore....something to think about on the plane tomorrow)))

bought new sandals...
and
stared at my suitcase really hard.... (yes, of course, i was trying to teleconetically pack my clothes)

but still no packing has been done.

i love my procrastication nation

___________________________
things still suck (ie, my dad, the laura- situation, all the stuff i bitch about constantly...)
but i'm doing pretty good... i'm happy for the moment.
yes, ladies and gents,at this time, i am a content teenager.
but i totally salvaged my angsty-teen persona but staying in bed all day yesterday reading the virgin suicides.

three cheers and a horrah.

laugh if you like

dancing in my underwear.......
it has pretty roses on it.
i am happy.
i am going to new york, new jersey, and dc.
i love the world.
and the smell of fog.
and a boy.


"He could sense her whole being through the kiss, he said, as though her soul escaped through her lips, as the Renaissance believed. He taasted first the grease of her Chap Stick, then the sad Brussels-sprout flavor of he last meal, and past that the dust of lost afternoons and the salt of tear ducts... Even though her tasted mysterious depths in Bonnie's mouth, he didnt search them out because he didn't want her to stop kissing him."

and sometimes it just works

busy day tomorrow....
10 am --- mani/pedi with sara.... omg we're such hollywood girls.... (not).
4 --- party party
5:30--- babysitting for the lewis's....


now i'm watching america's next top model marathon.... awesome-ness.

went to le target today.... that was great....
what was not so great was trying on clothes without being able to move my arms...
yea, that whole sailing thing didnt exactly work out.
i got into a fight with a 14 foot boat and lost very badly.

love love

row, row, row your fucking boat

so today was a crazy/fustrating/arg day...
highlights included
-me being asked out by a 11 year old french boy named nicolas.
-my 12 year old sister laura being hit on by a 16 year old boy named max.
-overall fustration about blank
-successfully sailing in the ocean without drowning
-me going crazy (in general and about blank)
-blank blank.

gollygeewhiz.... i guess you could say i'm drawing a blank.
sorry, stupid stupid pun.

an incommplete list of things that bug me: (in no neccesary order)
-puget sound (rearrange the letters and add a I and you have STUPID)
-summer (wich is increasing in its stupidity)
-boys (wich are stupid in general)
-sisters (wich are unfortunatly not stupid)
-sailing (beyond stupid)
-keith the tech guy because i want my mac back (s t u p i d)
-my toes....because they are stupid looking.
-stupid people. (duh)
-stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid!

i'd like to end the stupidest blog entry of all time with one word....
S T U PI D .
and the fact that because of this stupid sailing camp, whenever i close my eyes i feel like i'm on a fucking boat.