Thursday, September 1, 2011

... Understands All of Those Stupid Love Songs?

So I'm not sure if I should categorize this entry as morbid or uplifting... Or maybe a little bit of both. For those of you following my blog who don't know (and considering who my followers are... you do know, but whatever) my boyfriend of almost nine months now is in Panama for an entire year, not returning to my side until next summer. It's been a rough month thus far, but I guess that's to be expected. We've had our ups and downs over these past thirty-some days away from one another and it's been exceptionally difficult to try and cope.

I usually get by by just not really thinking about it.

But anyway, the topic of this blog entry!

So, since I'm on a bit of a romantic hiatus until next summer when he comes back, I've been going through some withdrawal symptoms. Buried not too far under the surface is a HUGE romantic. And I mean huge. Valentine's Day, even when I'm single, makes me giddy. Romantic movies make me cry excessively with happiness. I'm in high school and I still will sometimes sit in class and daydream about Prince Charming while the other girls in my class gawk over the new hottie in class.

I don't really know why I'm such a romantic fool. Maybe it's some psychological bullshit, like I wasn't hugged enough as a child and thus always longed for a solid, loving relationship. Or maybe I just like the idea of falling in love. It is quite an amazing prospect, isn't it?

But, again, ANYWAY!
(I really need to work on that whole "staying on topic" thing...)

This withdrawal I was talking about earlier... It's been taking its toll on me. So, to try and deal with it, I've been living vicariously through my best friend's relationship, watching a ton of sappy romance movies, reading those adorably sickening romance books, and listening to a boat load of love songs. I just can't get enough of it all. When Isaiah was here he was perfect; romantic and sweet and always doing all of those cute lovey-dovey things that I thought only truly existed in fairy tales. He proved me wrong though and I'm so happy with that.

Now, when it comes to love songs, I have a million and one different songs that I love, but I must say that Jason Mraz's "Beautiful Mess" is my favorite. It's just so... good. It explains how a relationship is so well and the sounds of the song and Mraz's voice is supurb. I just adore it and I listen to it at least once a day.

I love every love song from classical Sinatra to modern-day Buble and everything in between. From those soft and sensual tunes to the hard-rock bands who dived into the romantic parts of their hearts. I just love it all. I feel that love is the most wonderful thing. The Beatles said it best... All you need is love. And then Ewan McGregor repeated those words and, boy, did my heart just break with the beauty of the whole thing.

So I don't know where I was exactly going with this blog entry. I was listening to some songs on Pandora and I just really wanted to talk about them, bring them out into the open. Maybe I'll make a playlist of my favorites and post it up here. Who knows?

For now, I'm going to go make to swaying along to my Mraz baby and smile as he makes me think of Isaiah returning in a year :)

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

... Often Uses the Phrase "Hi, I'm Julia and I'm a Procrastinator"?

So yeah... I am a horrible, horrible, horrendous PROCRASTINATOR.

Like, it's gone from minorly humorous to relatively ridiculous. I procrastinate on everything from homework to eating. Yeah... I'm too lazy to eat sometimes. I'll be sitting at my house on the couch, lounging around and all of a sudden my stomach will start gruesomely growling at me, begging for some food, and I'll consider walking the three feet to my kitchen and grabbing a snack, but then my brain goes "Hmm... No, that's a whole lot of work." and I'll just continue sitting there, my stomach cursing my name, and continue watching whatever program I'm currently enjoying (probably Doctor Who) or whatever game I'm playing (probably Assassin's Creed).

So, I suppose, thinking hard on the topic, my procrastination is directly attributed to my hardcore, Olympic-medal-winning-status laziness. I’m not actually sure where my laziness comes from. I was never lazy as a child; I just didn’t want to do much. Instead of going out and running around on the playground after school, I would sit on my bed and read. When I got older I became a little more active, but then once middle school and high school started up, I let my laziness take over and I became the inactive, lazy, unathletic and completely lovable person I am today.

Though looking at me, I don’t think you’d be able to tell that I eat the worst junk food – ALL THE TIME – and that I despise the idea of exercise. Most of the time people – those that don’t know me and by correlation don’t know how lazy I am – tend to think that I’m an athlete of some kind.

Oh how wrong they are.

If I was an athlete of some kind, I could imagine myself at home ten minutes before the beginning of a game or race or match, tutting about and coming up with excuses not to go to whatever sporting event was taking place.

But back to the actual subject at hand – ranting never looked so good, did it? – I am indeed a horrid procrastinator. I put things off until, sometimes literally, the last minute. Homework I usually do in the mornings before heading to school or in classes right before the class the homework is due. Projects rarely get done until the night before unless I really, strangely, having a drive to do them earlier (maybe extra credit? I like extra credit).

So yeah, now my laziness is taking control and I’m sick of writing this. I hope you all enjoyed reading this little… informative writing? Eh, whatever. And I also hope you enjoyed imagining a Procrastinators Anonymous session like I did.


P.S. Oh, and for those of you few that are wondering… Yes, this post was supposed to be up yesterday but I put it off until today. Peace.

Friday, August 26, 2011

... Feels Laptops Are Going to Cause a Revolution?

So yeah... definitely stole the title for this one from a friend of mine, Joel, but whatever. I never said I was original, did I? I didn't think so. And besides, a title isn't all that important right? I mean... it's the content of the actual object (in this case a spectacularly borish and unneeded blog) that really shines through and matters, right? Just say yes and move on.

But, really, it's amazing how true that statement above  is. I mean... The seniors and juniors of my high school just got their own, personal laptops in the past two days and already things have left the stratasphere of normality and catapulted into the abyss of chaos. The sexurity block for the internet... and, yes, I do mean SEXurity...
Because, you know, no one knows what sex is in high school.
... has been completely thrown out the window. Within two hours of acquiring his laptop, a friend of mine had cracked the whole system and was on all of those restricted "sexually explicit" sites... Like Facebook... That is a dirty dirty place.

The laptops themselves are alright, it's the way people are using them. They're actually relatively useful when you're not searching for information on Elizabeth Timothy (the first female reporter) for an essay and a site labeled "The Life and Times of a Great American Writer" is blocked for sexual and adult content... Screw that.

But I digress, I suppose it's just human nature to want to crack the system, get around obstacles set before you, and stick it to The Man. The mass, 2000+ person e-mails that are eventually going to crash the computers and get our e-mails taken away from us is a bit much, though, I must admit. I feel like the administration is just sitting in their office laughing at how futile these little efforts are, knowing they've got us all under their thumbs...
Wish some other people would realize this.

Personally, I'd rather have a laptop where I can't go on Facebook and I know that the creepy kid who looks like he's 40 sitting beside me ISN'T looking up porn than not have a laptop and instead have just an empty carrying case.

By the way... these cases are the shit.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

...Is a Noob to This Whole Blog Thing?

Well here we go! For some reason I, Julia, seem to have found myself feeling as though the people of this world are interested in what I have to say and want to know about my life. Selfish, huh? Well whatever. The world and every being that takes residence on it are flawed, so I don't see why I should be ashamed of a little pride and selfishness. Besides, my life is really interesting, if I do say so myself. I've lived in eight or nine different states, my boyfriend is spending a year in Panama, my mom is a lesbian, I'm an awarded writer, and my group of best friends has a title. Seriously, we have a Facebook page and everything.

And so, with this selfishness and imperfection of my character completely understood, I open up my blog and thrust my slightly mediocre life down your throat.

Conformity at it's best, no?

So I'm not exactly sure what I should talk about in this very first blog, so I suppose I'll explain the title. So the way my brain works as a tendency to be a little... different. It's not really excessively creative or conformative, but somewhere in between? I don't know... But anyway, the way I work is that when I find something I like... Something that just catches my attention and holds it tight... I literally can't get rid of it. It festers in the back of my mind and will pop out at the weirdest of moments, coming up in the most random conversations.

Like this one time I was talking to my mom (the biological one) and she was talking to me about how my littlest sister Jerzey was learning to scoot across the floor and out of no where I said "Oh! Baby dolphins mature at age ten!"... And I have no idea why that popped into my head... Or why the hell I felt the need to say it!

But those are just the things that catch my attention in passing. When there's something I stumble upon that excessively catches my attention and I remember, it becomes a HUGE obsession.

Like Doctor Who.
Doctor Who is amazing.
I love it.
New season premieres this Saturday.
Watch it.

Anyway... When I have something that I am really passionate about or such, I often use the phrase "Am I the only one who... likes Doctor Who" or "... has an obsession with Jason Mraz" or "... feels as though giraffes are the cockiest animals alive". You know... normal things.

So since a bunch of my friends (actually pretty much only Liz and Joey) have created blogs, I figured I might as well jump on the non-hipster band wagon and start to expand my ranting range.