March 2011
9 posts
Looks like I've got some art journaling coming to...
Dip pen? Check.
Waterproof ink? Check.
Watercolor moleskines? Check, check.
New brushes? Check.
New paint? Check.
Transportation? Check.
What don’t I have? A life. :)
What the fuck
does “Add to queue” mean on tumblr mobile? I have a feeling I just lost my post for eternity. Unless it posts right after this one or something…
Dieting? HA!
Just try the heartbreak diet.
I’ve lost 15 pounds in 3 weeks just from lack of appetite, and I hardly even noticed.
It makes me feel bad seeing friends trying so hard to lose weight when I’m just dropping the pounds and at this point I don’t even need to lose anymore for my own health’s sake.
Third wheel sucks,
But fifth wheel is even worse, especially when there’s two wheels probably blocking you from the piss you need to take so badly.
I think my bladder may explode, but nowhere near as bad as the inevitable Chernobyl that is tomorrow.
Tappity tap tap.
EFT.
It’s a godsend.
Too bad my body likes to reject all the toxins the tapping is releasing in the most unpredictable and disgusting ways.
Time to cough up loads of phlegm.
Where's my appetite?
I lost it a week ago and I can’t seem to get it back completely.
Like, I can eat on very rare occasions, but if I’m even slightly reminded of Monday, I can’t eat for days.
It's strange
The feeling when you feel you’ve replaced something.
I always felt my friendships were infallible.
But I guess I was wrong.
There are just people who mean more to me than people I’ve had around forever.
Maybe somehow,
I can pick up these pieces and put together some semblance of a life. I don’t know if I have that much confidence in myself, but I’m determined. From this moment on, I am dedicating myself to getting back everything that I’ve lost, that was ripped from my hands just as I began to realize what wonderful things I had. I will get back my love.
I will get back my friends.
I will...
Terrible week
Everything I love has made me feel like shit this week. Broke up on Monday. Ukulele made me cry on Tuesday. Mordour’s made me want to throw up on Wednesday. Haven’t wanted a cherry coke once since the breakup. But, a small condolence: found a bowl of dank that I’d neglected always smoking Mexican dirt weed with Tyler. A blessing from the divine female? I think so.
February 2011
2 posts
Andie and I just got done
Wrapping Tyler’s valentine’s day gift.
Let’s just say he’s going to have quite a bit of trouble tearing through a spool of ribbon, 3 rolls of duct tape, a whole pack of scotch tape latticed tissue paper, 2 1/2 rolls of scotch tape, an entire roll of wrapping paper, and 3 gift boxes. But it’ll be so worth it. :)
Don't know
If I can handle living here anymore.
I don’t know when I became a “let it all roll off your shoulders” kind of person, but when you live with someone who throws a 3-year-old bitch fit about the littlest things, it’s kind of hard.
I’m almost scared to leave considering I’ll probably get something thrown at me.
January 2011
9 posts
Who's got the power?
Oh yeah, I do!
Glad to know I’m still fresh on your mind, but uhhh, I’ve moved on from your petty bullshit.
I’m living in present tense now, and as far as I’m concerned, you’re about as past as past can get.
But still, it was a nice gesture and it just reminded me that I’m a far better person than you are, and always will be.
Have fun in the sun!
No 'Poo.
I will not shampoo this month.
I will not shampoo this month.
I will not shampoo this month.
Baking soda is working pretty well.
My hair feels clean, but not overly soft.
Fuck yeah.
If this doesn’t work, I’m going to cry.
The key to my heart:
Bring home a mordour’s pizza, lay it down on the table, take your pants off, and have sex with me before we devour said pizza. Possibly bring a bottle of cheap champagne and a gallon of OJ… Or, you know, a 12-pack of cherry coke. The end. I’ll be in love, and you’ll know I’m never that hard to please.
Weird dreams.
I wish I kept a dream journal, and could ask someone what all of these dreams meant. But for now, things are looking up and I’m totally ok with that.
Looking cute tonight.
Gonna see my boyfriend.
Gonna smoke some dank.
Gonna play every game worth playing on wii.
See, what could go wrong?
Really craving some
dank crispy treats right about now.
Happy happy joy joy
Tomorrow’s my 22nd birthday, and I couldn’t ask for better gifts than I’ve already been given. Thank you, Goddess, for clarity of mind, love of self, defense from negative influences, a foreseeable future, good friends, happy family, and an awesome boy who makes me happy in every way. You have changed the whole dynamic of my life, and for that, I am thankful. I hope this next...
Another long winter
These past few days have made my winter break seem a million times longer.
Sure, New York is great, but it prevents me from avoiding everything I don’t want to think about and then it all comes rushing at me full-speed.
So, here’s a little real blogging to break up the reblogs:
Compassion. Compassion isn’t about telling people what they want to hear or giving people what they...
Maybe it’s just cuz I’m pretty stoned, but I’m fucking stoked about moving shit.
Yesterday I swear someone must have slipped me something because I completely cleared out, scrubbed, and reorganized my parent’s fridge(think 3 years of expired food), sorted out everything remaining in my bedroom and mopped every room in the house. I never clean ANYTHING.
Maybe it is in my...
Apple of my Eye
It’s going to feel weird sleeping alone tonight.
Is this what it’s like to be one of those douchebag couples that I hate?
Oh damn it, I don’t like it! Maybe if I mastered instant transmission it’d be better, but alas, I’m not a Saiyan.
:(((
December 2010
3 posts
swastikitten
Tyler is in the pizza hut kitchen singing and making me a no-longer-on-the-menu cheesy bites pizza.
Life is good, man.
1 tag
Pizza’s in the car.
It’s killing me…
Why can’t it just be here?
“If you turn the pages of the past
you’ll often find a story without an ending
no ‘Amen’ to say it’s over
all you have is a name you would rather forget
but it isn’t over yet
not when you’ve built your castle out of barricades
to guard against the fools you beat so long ago
long before you even knew they were fools
but even longer since you saw a god in...
November 2010
1 post
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I’m gonna go eat worms.
September 2010
2 posts
Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt clod
Hold your cigarette butts to the inside
Empty homes, plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well, I’ve got style, miles and miles…
Chelsea and Pavement this weekend!
Couldn’t be any better!
It's pretty sad
When you’ve only been dry for 2 days and John Lajoie comes on Comedy Central singing “Have You Ever Been High as Fuck?” and you burst into tears.
:(
Fuck you, labor day weekend.
August 2010
1 post
Dear Kaitlynn,
You posted something. It may have been Ember, but just in case, I’m writing you a letter via tumblr. You mah bitch, and I miss you tons! Cherry coke just isn’t ever the same without you. :( Don’t worry, everything will work out in time and we shall dance on a mountain with all the woodland creatures. I love you!!!
Love,
Julie
July 2010
3 posts
For God's sake,
Why can’t I get drunk? Not right now, but ever?
It’s very frustrating.
It's been so long since
I got a half that doesn’t look like a quarter, and that actually tastes like weed, and seeds don’t take up 85% of the weight.
Thank god for black men.
:)
June 2010
4 posts
I wish there was a word
To describe how awesome I feel right now.
Maybe all I needed was a break.
But something about New York gets my biological clock ticking. Gets me wishing that I was further along in life than I am.
I don’t want to be 21 years old, with no sign of a stable relationship, career, etc.
I mean, I don’t want to be married with kids, but I want to believe that someday I will be.
There’s...
Day 1
Ganja free for 10 days.
Fuck my life.
Oh.
Also, no car.
And no clonopin either.
And my mom will be on a cruise with no access to the Internet or a phone, therefore no emergency contact.
Yayyyyyy panic attacks!
When I get lost in the city, mugged, raped, or killed… Or all three, I will blame my fucking parents and haunt them for the rest of eternity.
lulz.
Goin' to Hartford.
Eek. Hopefully no wild boars attack my car.
So I bought a charcoal grill yesterday...
Oh, curse my need for hobbies.
Now all I need is to get a sewing area set up, and I’ll be content to be a hermit.
:)
May 2010
9 posts
via This isn't happiness (thisisnthappiness.com) →
Mordour's, why must you be so good?
I burnt my whole mouth on it’s scalding cheese, and chewed so vigorously that I bit straight into the inside of my upper lip.
Thanks, teeth. Now I will probably have to chew at the speed of a 95-year-old woman for the next week to avoid biting my already swollen lip once again.
Grrrrrrrrr.
iPhone, you have ruined me.
It’s so impossible to remind myself that other people get individual texts and that I can’t just keep sending them texts and it appear like an instant message screen. Damnit.
Beer and sleeping till 2pm
Makes a very tired, bored Julie.
Why can’t things just be simpler?
I mean, c’mon, I got all ready tonight and there’s a fucking tornado warning.
Wake up in the morning feeling like Christopher...
So maybe I should have worked up to working out with Rodrigo.
When I woke up, I was convinced someone must have been hitting me all night with a sack of bar soap.
My knuckles are cut and bruised, and even muscles I didn’t know I had feel like they may explode just from my walking across the room.
I guess this is “the burn” they talk about.
The last starfighter is wounded, time to give it...
Why is it that I can convince myself that I don’t care, and I can wish the worst for you, but no matter how much hate I fill myself up with, I still feel empty without you?
Why is it the second you come back, apologizing, groveling, and begging for my sympathy and attention, I realize that every bit of pain I want you to feel for hurting me just makes me hurt even more?
Why does karma have...
Hell fucking yes!
I’m drunk, I hate the world, and you can all just suck my fucking dick.
Lawlz.
Thank god for being done with school, seeing karma bite other people in the ass for once, and the possibility of leaving this place for awhile.
April 2010
10 posts
After we go to sleep Our sun rise I will make it the truth of painfully helping me cover up things I wish I never had found Confident Tangled up in a nice life Put the spider in you Watching in Disregard You live a nice life With the spider in you I saved myself for someone, somewhere’s sweet caress Something goes wrong And all I sought was happiness And so In right wing...
2 packs of cigarettes->$10.00
At least 30 clonopin-street value $45
Knowing that none of your friends are any better than common thieves-priceless.
Fuck you iPhone.
I may just remake my new blog with another email, since I can’t post to it from my phone in the current situation.
Add my new tumblr
if you are ready to start a revolution.
electriccollateral.tumblr.com
it just all slips
away so slowly
you don’t even notice till you’ve lost a lot
i’ve been like one of those zombies
in vegas
pouring quarters into a slot
and now i’m tired
and i am broke
and i feel stupid and i feel used
and i’m at the end of my little rope
and i am swinging back and forth
about you.
Can't eat, can't sing, can't sleep.
Might as well be the walking dead.
I can’t seem to bring myself to do any of the things that make me happy anymore.
The smell of Little Caesar’s, fresh and sitting right in front of me, is currently making me feel nauseaus.
Something is wrong.
Thanks Rodrigo, for ruining everything for me.
Thanks a lot, asshole.
