This made me cry. You just never, never know.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I am sort of failing miserably at this whole blogging thing. Probably because I am focusing all my creative energy into my creative writing and analytical literature classes. So then when it comes to writing for me, I don't really know what to write anymore. There are just no more words. Everything I write anymore is heavy, dark, and graphic. I am a happy girl, my writings are dark so I think I am just getting confused creative energy. I need to focus this energy somewhere else because its starting to become a health risk. A few weeks ago, I feel down a flight of stairs, I have bruises on my hips from running into the corners of the counters, and today I just tripped over the sidewalk (yes, just the sidewalk) and the momentum from my book bag just knocked me flat on my side. About four people stopped and asked if I was ok...."Yeah, just fine," as I mumbled as I limped away. I think Brandon is starting to worry that he married a broken distracted klutz. I am my own health risk. *shrug*
Posted by Julie at 10:13 AM
Friday, August 3, 2007
I had stayed up until 3AM finishing that blasted Harry Potter book. After some mild ranting and raving and more than a few audible gasps, it is over, and I was pleased. And as much as I adore these books, I felt I needed to read something that wasn't sooo all consuming. Haley happened to send me her copy of Twilight by Stephanie Meyer the day after I finished.
Dumb book....made me fall in love with a fictional vampire.
His name is Edward and I just adore him. What the heck is wrong with me? I'm pretty sure Brandon thinks I'm looney. I'm so excited to read New Moon. I'm just waiting for my boss to finish it. I'm glad she is just a big a nerd as I am and shares a love of fictional magical and mythical characters.
Go. Read it. You'll love it.
Posted by Julie at 2:51 PM
Friday, June 1, 2007
This long standing fascination boys have with videogames completely baffles me. I don't understand. Its not just like one or two of you like it....you ALL like it.
So, as Brandon and Justin sit behind me yelling indecipherable things and doing a lot of air punching at the TV, controls in hand, I have decided to quit trying to understand it. They don't understand womens love of shoes it bags. It's silliness almost to the point of infuriation for men. The don't understand why exactly we find "Friends" so hysterical or how we can stand watching it over and over again. They don't understand our obsessions with good-smelling-thingy's, or why chocolate eases the pangs of PMS. They are baffled by the fact that we as women go to the bathroom in groups, especially when we don't have to "go." They are always so concerned that "Moulin Rouge," "The Notebook," and the ending of "You've Got Mail," make us cry everytime. We, as women do about a gazillion things to leave them standing with blank stares on their face. Their cluelessness is endearing. So I guess I can give them this one thing. It makes them happy. Its a lot of nonsense. But it makes them happy.
Posted by Julie at 11:08 AM