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Flowers never bend with the rainfall
My boyfriend turns 30 this Tuesday. He's rather upset about it, from a psychological standpoint. I have agreed to not make him do anything for his birthday, so as not to draw attention to it, etc etc. He doesn't even want to go out to dinner, or have anyone say happy birthday to his face. He just wants it to pass like a normal day. I'm game, because my own 30th birthday is on the horizon and I certainly want all MY birthday wishes observed. (Mine don't include ignoring the fact that it's my birthday, of course.) We watched Logan's Run together a few weeks ago, the futuristic world where everyone dies when they turn 30, and he managed to find it funny, at least. So I'm playing along.
But I found a loophole! So I had to make him a card. This is it:
Heh heh heh. Happy Voting!
Right now it is 32 degrees Fahrenheit in Washington according to the thermometer in the kitchen window. When I left for work this morning I noticed something truly surprising in my front yard. One of the two rose bushes, the one that never bloomed all spring and summer, and is about five feet tall, has sprouted a huge pink rose. This single bloom was sticking right up out of the top, a foot taller than the bush. It's in full bloom, a deep pink-orange color. I cut it and brought it inside when I got home from work so it wouldn't die in the overnight freeze.
I'm kind of obsessed with this weird November-bloomer. It's like 6 inches across. My morning glories stopped blooming a few weeks ago, and actually I can't see any other flowers on the block. Unfortunately I don't have a glass dome to put over it like in Beauty and the Beast, but I think it might be enchanted. I mean, obviously:
Anyway, it struck me that there is a perfect theme song for the boyfriend getting older and this weird flower in my front yard.
Flowers never bend with the rainfall
Through the corridors of sleep
Past the shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I dont know what is real,
I cant touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
So Ill continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall.
The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But Im not sure at all its my reflection.
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night without direction.
So Ill continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall.
Its no matter if youre born
To play the king or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn tween joy and sorrow,
So my fantasy
Becomes reality,
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.
So Ill continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall.
[ posted by julie at 11/04/2006 01:19:49 AM ] [ link ] [ 46 responses ]
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Like Muppet Babies, but better
I hope she doesn't take offense, but this totally reminds me of ENM. What do you think Killoggs, separated at birth?
Little George Clooney
I wish I could find that photo of Ben and someone in their metal t-shirts and their acid-washed jeans and their Vans. Because next to them, this person is a total gaywad. Nice hat, Bradley.
Little Brad Pitt
Sorry, but this is just adorable:
Little Matt Damon
We all knew this girl, she sat alone at lunch and painted her fingernails with Wite-Out.
Little Angelina Jolie
Eek! Who let this nerd into the party? This is the best example of people growing into their looks. Parents, don't worry if your kid looks dorky. He might become super hot one day.
Little Jamie Foxx
These are courtesy of People Magazine. There are some other good ones in there, but these are my favorites.
Sorry Killoggs. I have nothing better to talk about today.
[ posted by julie at 08/12/2006 01:36:08 AM ] [ link ] [ 10 responses ]
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Two great tastes that taste great together
I have a camera phone now. I don't really like the phone so much, and the camera is really lo-fi and not that exciting, but somehow the combination of the two is really awesome. I love having a little camera in my pocket that's shaped like a phone.
My camera phone sometimes takes pictures of killoggers, like so:
Me and Matt B
I had to give Reggie a jump start tonight, it was quite an adventure
and just for fun, lest we all forget about the Little Graffiti Artist That Could,
[ posted by julie at 02/05/2006 01:33:37 AM ] [ link ] [ 13 responses ]
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De Ja Ew
Some of you may recall this post, in which i rung in the new year 2005 by stepping, twice, in dog doo. In a particularly cherished pair of red shoes which I had bought for a month-long trip to Southeast Asia a few months before, and had unfortunately been unable to wear, due to being on crutches & in an ankle cast with a torn tendon during the entire trip.
This past Sunday, New Year's Day, I was on my way to the annual Morning-After Trivial Pursuit Game, a tradition among my gang of college friends. After entering a nice house in Mt Pleasant, I noticed some dead leaves sticking suspiciously to the bottom of my shoe. My red shoe. Yes, folks, it was dog doo. Same shoe. Same day. Next year.
What on earth does this portend for 2006? 2005 is leading the competition for the worst year of my life, ever, so far. There were a few good things about it here and there, but they only served to make the bad things seem that much worse. I have not stepped in dog doo for an entire year, and then I do it again, on the one year anniversary of the last time, in the same shoes!?!?!
WTF, 2006. As the traditional folk saying goes, I've got a baaaad feeling about this.
[ posted by julie at 01/05/2006 05:51:36 PM ] [ link ] [ 22 responses ]
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Home of Ikea and H&M
Hi Journal, I haven't posted in you lately. Quite a few interesting things have happened to me that I want to post or make journal entries about, but I still don't have internet access at my new house. So by the time a week passes and I'm finally at the internet cafe, none of my stories seem as interesting anymore, or more to the point, I'm "over" them and don't feel like rehashing. Which sucks. I hate Verizon online DSL so much, I think I might kill them if they don't send me my new internet service soon. Exacerbating this is the fact that my new living room is painted high gloss blood red. So, you know, I'm totally going to end up murdering someone after living here for a while. (Red rum!)
But here's my big news: I'm going to Sweden!
Next week!
For Christmas! I will be there (Stockholm) for a whole week, so if any of you have been there and can recommend some things to do and places to go, please email me. That's all for now, I hope everyone is well, I basically have no idea what has happened on Killoggs for the past 2+ months.
[ posted by julie at 12/14/2005 07:31:52 PM ] [ link ] [ 10 responses ]
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Mission Impossible III: We Weren't Kidding
Well, we found a new place to live, and we start moving in less than 2 weeks. Hurray! It's such a relief, because after that house viewing misadventure last week, I was getting discouraged, to put it mildly. So I'm really busy packing and stressing out about things, such as collecting cardboard boxes, filling out change-of-address forms, saving money for the security deposit, and yeah, picking out an outfit to wear to my high school reunion on Saturday. But in spite of all that, I still have time to look at this picture of Katie Holmes (soon to be Kate Cruise) and think: WHOA. They really were not kidding. She's gotta be at least 4 months along.
You may now proceed to tell me that I'm obsessed with pop culture and celebrities, and it's all I can talk about. But also, let me know if you have any moving boxes I can have.
[ posted by julie at 10/12/2005 07:12:39 PM ] [ link ] [ 26 responses ]
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Ten Year Reunion and Other Hellish Tales
My ten year high school reunion is in a week. I have been putting off buying a ticket, because I've really only stayed close friends with a few kids from high school, and the main one, Romy to my Michelle, told me she couldn't afford to come down from New Jersey. So, I let about a month go by, and still didn't buy a ticket, because although I know deep down that I'm VERY curious to see what everyone looks like, I also don't want to be standing by myself in a corner with no one to be snarky with. Chadamerica and I were part of the same graduating class, but I haven't been able to confirm that he's going.. I think he'll be on his honeymoon, actually, since he's geting married this weekend. So I'd kind of given up, and resigned myself to going alone, with a hot little black dress and a flask. Then last night I had some wine and thought some more about it. As a last ditch effot, I emailed my buddy one more time, imploring her to come, and even offering to pay for her ticket. ($50, includes nasty pasta dinner, but it's a fucking cash bar, can you believe that?)
Well, it worked. She's doing the Chinatown bus, and we're totally going to have a good time making fun of all the Fat-n-Marrieds. Oh, also it helps (her words) that she's now 65 pounds lighter than she was in high school, AND (my words) she's smokin' hottt. She was goth back then, with long dark hair... and I was very wholesome, with long blonde hair.. .and now, both of us have pixie cuts and much better clothes. Anyway, it's going to be held at some dreadful hotel ballroom in Crystal City, isn't that awesome? Hayfield Hawks!
So that's making me smile right now, because I just got home from a sneak preview of The Prize Winner of Defiance Ohio, and opened her email. The movie was sweet but sad and rather depressing, although my date didn't think so. Julianne Moore is a good 50s housewife, I wonder if she's becoming typecast... But I definitely needed some good news, because this past week has been crazy. Due to a unique and rather unexpected confluence of events (like the Perfect Storm, all these catastrophes and atmospheric anomalies and weather combining into one enormous super disaster), I've learned that I need to move out of the house I've lived in since Sept 10, 2001. (Yes, the first day waking up in the new house listening to the radio while getting ready for work, I heard September 11th happen.) Oh, speaking of the Perfect Storm, I found a copy in the kitchen at work and I just started reading it on Monday. Almost as fun as reading it is looking at Sebastian Junger's picture on the back cover. I have this new hobby of reading books at work, for 3-5 minutes in the morning while I wait for my teakettle to boil, and for 5-6 minutes at lunchtime while I wait for my frozen dinner to heat up. I've already finished The Invisible Man (Wells not Ellison) and Fahrenheit 451, and I haven't even worked there for 2 months yet! But back to my point... Moving stress. So I've been frantically house-hunting, worrying about packing, worrying about roommates, upset that I can't go to Russia anymore, long story, etc. I looked at a few places this weekend, and set up appointments for tonight and tomorrow night, to see 2 more places. The one tonight was... well, here goes:
I had arranged for them to show me the house at 6:30. I get there, house is locked, no one is there. I sit on the stoop, prepared to wait ten minutes before leaving for my movie. It's a duplex, and the house next to it is a mirror image, so the front stoops are side-by-side, the front doors almost touching. There are some homies sitting on the other porch, smoking and calling out to girls who walk by, etc, your basic homie stoop-sittin activities. I busy myself with deleting old text messages from my phone. About 5 minutes pass. I'm startled by the screech of brakes. Four cop cars have appeared out of nowhere, and out of them have jumped about 20 large cops in white t-shirts and black bullet-proof vests, brandishing handguns, running toward me. Well, not me... the homies next to me. And they're shouting "Get down on the floor! Get down on the floor! Get down!" and there is a great commotion, and it's like it's happening on tv, and I think, ohhhh fuuuuck. One of them leaps right past me on the porch, kicking my messenger bag. I sit there like it's not really happening... at most, 5 seconds have gone by. One of the homies is flat on his stomach with a gun to his head, and I'm like, "Julie, this would be a great time to get the hell out of here." So I try stand up all nonchalant, and walk very fast but not suspicious-fast down the front walk, through the gate, and up the street toward my car, not looking back. Some regular, non bulletproof vest cops are running past me now, and one makes eye contact and says, "Yeah, maybe you should go up the street a little bit," and I try to crack a smile and I'm like, "I was just leaving, anyway." There's a lot of shouting still coming from the house, and I'm wondering if I'm walking fast enough to outrun bullets. Talk about adrenalin-- I guess even years of watching Law & Order haven't prepared me for being close enough to touch gun. I mean, I could have reached right out and touched the gun that the porch-leaping cops was holding aloft as he ran. That's... well, let's just say that I don't think I'll be calling to reschedule that house viewing appointment.
Not that drug raids don't happen in my current neighborhood, because they do, often. In fact, our nextdoor neighbor DaWane was put away two years ago for some kind of crazy illegal firearm business he was running out of his house, it even made the papers. But, being right there to witness it firsthand was not fun, and I was shaken. This particular house is sort of in the same neighborhood I currently live in, and I was hesitant to check it out for that reason, because if I'm gonna leave this neighborhood behind, I'm REALLY gonna leave this neighborhood behind, you know? I know that kind of thing can happen anywhere, but jesus christ, what the fuck. So... yeah.
Anyway, I'm going to go watch my tape of last week's ER now. Cross your fingers that the nextdoor neighbors of the place I'm viewing tomorrow aren't under police surveillance. Also, I'd like to point out that this post features no pictures and no celebrity gossip. Oh, and if you have a house for rent, kmail me.
[ posted by julie at 10/05/2005 10:33:41 PM ] [ link ] [ 27 responses ]
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I am a lineman for the county
"Wichita Lineman"
by Glen Campbell
I am a lineman for the county
and I drive the main roads
searching in the Sun for another overload
I hear you singing in the wire
and I can hear you through the whine
and the Wichita lineman is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
but it don't look like rain
if it snows that stretch down south won't ever stand the strain
and I need you more than want you
and I want you for all-time
and the Wichita lineman is still on the line
and I need you more than want you
and I want you for all-time
and the Wichita lineman is still on the line
There are power lines down in my backyard. Or, I thought they were power lines. How would I know? They're big and black, and they came from a pole. There was a big storm Friday night, 60mph winds, and trees and lampposts and things all over the city were felled, crushing houses and cars. I took photos of a lot of the damage around my block. I called the power company to tell them about the lines in my yard. One is still intact, just draped across the lawn. One is a broken line with exposed wires coming out the end. I was feeling very Ice Storm, if Ice Storm was set in the blazing heat of July. I moved the broken line out of the way with my flip flop so that I could take out the trash. I was soundly rebuked for this by the first (and last) person I told.
The power company came, saw, and did not conquer. They stuck neon orange stickers on the lines that basically say, "Don't touch this line. It has been inspected by Pepco, and it's not our line. We're outta here, suckaz."
I called the phone company today hoping that it's theirs. I say hoping, because I hope someone comes out and fixes it soon, AND because if they turn out to be phone lines, I will be comforted by knowing that the low wattage in them would not have fried me like a fritter. I mean, my back porch has metal railings, and you never know-- I could have been fried just by stepping out there and putting my hand on the railing, depending on where the broken line was draped, nevermind the flip flop bit. (WHAT. Flip flops are rubber. Leave me alone already.)
"Wichita Lineman" is a really good song written in 1967 which has been covered by the likes of Urge Overkill and R.E.M.
Photos of storm damage to come, watch this space. Suckaz.
[ posted by julie at 07/25/2005 01:50:45 PM ] [ link ] [ 11 responses ]
