JulieFlute

So I thought I'd update my journal since the last update was a year ago. I'm at the HUB with a bunch of nerds.

Should probably be studying for my math test but at the moment, I don't really care. I have it down. At the moment, I'm looking a recipes. I have this bizarre urge to make Belgian waffles. Slight problem - I don't have a Belgian waffle griddle. Bleh. >.>

Go see Up. It's AMAZING.

You know what else is amazing? My life. ^^ Everything's so wonderfully chill now that the one week of hell is over. I can now get into my math class, the drama is over, most of the family problems have resolved themselves, and now I have some space to take personal time to myself. Yay!

I can finally be me again. I don't have to restrain myself to please others. I love being able to hug and glomp my friends to show that I love them. I love how I'm free. No glue to the hip, no ball and chain. No need to be diminutive or obligated, I'm no longer guilt-tripped into doing things nor am I subject to the "I'm better than you because I'm so mature" outlook. (And honestly, mature people don't say how mature they are; it's counter intuitive.) I'd like to work things out but at the moment, space seems necessary.


I decided to get rid of my sketches. Honestly, they're horrible. I'm thinking about tearing down the pixels too. What do you think?

And in other news, Julie loves you. ♥

Hm... I like Lady Gaga but this cover amuses me more: www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqT4Vn…

So I thought I'd write to you readers at 2AM because I have nothing better to do. That, and my friend Rhiannon posts a ton of journals and I realized I haven't done anyy since January.

So today (and by today, I mean yesterday morning), I got up for my 8am meeting with my father at Spudnuts for tea/coffee and donuts. We spent two hours essentially ripping apart my older brother's essay. (Since Max had no idea what he wanted his rhetoric essay to be on, we suggested Stem Cell Research. He finished it yesterday) I had awesome lined sticky notes and covered 7/8 of his three pages in my stick notes. My father wrote underneath them. By the way, Spudnut hamburgers are really, really good.

Then I drove the stick shift. My father and I decided we'd go on the road today. I was good for a great sum of it - until he decided we needed to go on the bypass. I was totally and utterly terrified. But it's all good and Richland seriously needs to stop having construction everywhere *CoughStevensCough*

So my father and I went grocery shopping. Not too out of the ordinary. We kept walking back to the same few isles and a bunch of ladies complimented me on "matching my purse/dress." Oooooooookay. Unload groceries, get my own key to the crappy stick shift car.

Went to Kennewick, or more specifically Josh's house. Travis Franks of Kamiakin and PJ were watching Dr. Who while in another room, Josh and Michael were in another. I've noticed that teenage boys seem to believe there must be an occasion for wearing clothes that make me look amazing. As usual, Josh's younger brother Taylor and I had conversations in sign language and confused the crud out of Josh's younger sister Justine (who has this odd love for clinging onto my right leg, despite me constantly telling her that there is no reason for her to cling to a girl in a dress.) PJ and I dropped Taylor off at the high school because apparently there was a tennis match today and for him being in the top 5 of JV, the varsity invited him for the match for some bizarre reason. I dunno, I don't get tennis. What is it with Asians and tennis anyway? My next door neighbor, Brian Chou (I guess he's kinda the Asian equivalent of you but he kinda is locked in his room all day while somehow remaining social) is in tennis along with every other Asian I know. Whatever.

PJ and I then stopped by his house, picked up an Avenue Q CD and returned to Josh's house. Michael is rather...paranoid about a lot of things. That, and he walks and eating like L from Death Note. He's oh-so-delicate with such things that it is rather amusing. We then went to Michael's house for TMT filming. PJ and I then picked up Travis Bready (who this time did not greet us with a knife in his hand). Going over to Michael's house, PJ and I were more or less prop people who just stood there taking photos of ourselves because he had nothing to do.

Julie: "Hey, PJ, what do we even do here?"
PJ: "Um...watch? I dunno."
Julie: "What's the purpose in that? Why am I here?"
PJ: "Well, I'm the driver."
Julie: "So why am I here? ...It's 'cause I have boobs, isn't it?"
We burst out laughing. It's one of those you'd-have-to-be-there moments. Mainly because were singing to Avenue Q earlier and you'd have to know the songs to see where that ties in.

Anyhow, so I left about 20 minutes earlier than I needed to because it was lame. Got home, did homework, made dinner (because my family is pathetic and only my mother and I can cook). I lost my voice when my older brother and I began debating. We haven't fought since the second grade but I'm sure that if it continued for a few more hours, it would have elevated to that stage.

Nevertheless, Max does NOT realize how his poor judgements affect me. You have to understand, Sicilian families judge each other on how successful the first son is.

Because he smashed his car, he gets to take mine all the time, leaving me needing a ride to things like oh AP Lit study groups, sports, Kadlec volunteering, etc.

And I am really sick of him complaining about how hard life is for him. Oh no! Such an evil family that we are - we force him to get a job instead of letting him mooch off us entirely for room and board, food, entertainment, etc.

Now let's move on to education. Max failed out of the rad-tech program, couldn't get into the ultrasound program, failed out of the physical therapy assistant program. He has no people skills, he never studies, and he's always in a video game or a manga that's been scanned and uploaded on the Internet. My parents enrolled Max in English 201 as a sort of test to see if he could learn to juggle things in the real world, to see if he could work five hours a day and still take five credit hours. To me, this seems a little to easy but no - Max is extremely lazy. I love my older brother and I want him to succeed so...I've practically been doing all his homework shy of the essays and even then, I'm doing all the editing with the assistance of my father. If he does well in English 201, he'll gain back some trust from my parents. However, if he bombs it, what will my expectations be? It's bad enough that my parents won't let me do anything other than CBC but I can't imagine them being phobic of putting me through college and thus, making me go into an apprenticeship. I REFUSE to let my older brother hold me down. STRESS!

That being said, I attempted to draw. It was bad. I realized that I really should get around to getting a new sketchbook, specifically a spiral one so that way when one page falls out, five others don't. Meh, I'll get around to it (like you and me eventually getting around to watching Sweeny Todd now that it's on DVD).

Because it's only Spring Break at the high school, I still have running start classes. I love how my English 101 teacher responds to students, however, his quizzes are kinda lame. For example, one of questions was about which two guys were running for president in Farenheit 451. I honestly didn't remember and we only had 2 minutes per question so I couldn't look it up in my book and I couldn't find it online. Personally, I don't think the names mattered. The only reason the presidents were brought up was to point out that Millie and her two friends voted on people based on their physically appearances and not because of the things the candidates could do if they were elected.

I don't know why, but afterwards I had a creative streak and created a lime green duct tape wallet. It turned out awesome and I created even a little cell phone section on it that fits perfectly. I adore it and even drew designs all over it. However, even when using Sharpies, the designs on the back rubbed off yet the ones in the middle section remained in tact. So there's an awesome crowned heart with wings over the cell phone holder pouch thingy and there's also some cutesy Cthulu-esque doodgles above a cupcake with a label "Eat Me" and a vial labeled "Drink Me" (of course, in reference to Alice's Adventures Underground/ in Wonderland).

Let's see..what'd I do after that?
Oh, I yelled at Johnny for being a manwhore. That seems to be the recent trend of our conversations. Here's a beginning section that I saved for kicks and giggles (okay, so that I could send to Carol and Alaina and rant about it)
†Julie_Bat† says (12:40 AM):
Zello. How are you?
Ø Dodge Ø says (12:43 AM):
I know your plan to be unthinkingly evil to me, and mine to get away and let you be, but what will this really accomplish? I'm torn between missing you and being annoyed with you

So my thoughts were along the lines of "what the hell is wrong with this kid?! Give it up!" And of course, I got irritated, I was tired, and I wasn't going to be nice.
So naturally, I fire back:

†Julie_Bat† says (12:44 AM):
Do you think that's what my honest plans are? Silly boy, that's only what I told you. Get a back bone and stop bowing at my feet when I clearly don't want you to.
Ø Dodge Ø says (12:48 AM):
You think i'm trying to get everyone to fall in love with me, you think i'm trying to hurt someone, or myself? i do my best to be whatever kind of a friend one needs at the moment, with no strings attached. They never want it, and i never want it. We're on even terms.
†Julie_Bat† says (12:49 AM):
Psh. Not quite. Don't even think you know what's in my mind. There are certainly tons better ways to get on people's good side than being overly flirtatious. Friend's don't toss themselves at each other 'no strings attached' because they're just going to hurt each other. You have to give romantic affection monogamously

Somehow, we always manage to get on good terms with each other again by the end of the conversation (as usual) and now I'm here on DeviantArt talking about my day after ending a phone call to Sam (whose response was "you know, Julie, you need some ketchup. Ketchup has natural mellowing agents that help you relax and look past the petty difficulties of life." I think I'm honestly much more of a fry sauce person. Okay, not Shari's fry sauce but like Dairy Queen or Sonics fry sauce. Yay for that lovely fattening fast food goodness!)

Oh yeah, I'm supposed to remind Fatima to go draw my comission. Meh, I'll get around to it. I just started working on hers. She asked for a "person doing something." So far, I have an outline.

How was your day?
...*Scrolls up* Geez. I didn't think I wrote that much. Oh well! Good luck reading it all!

December 29th - Julie's "Sweet Sixteen":
So after spending a whole bunch of time on the Internet, I couldn't sleep so I wandered upstairs to get something to eat. Managed to get a hug from mum & dad at 2 am. Crashed some time around 3.

And after I woke up, I mentioned that I missed my big brother Max, after not so long and since Valerie wanted to go see this guy Greg in Seattle, it worked out well since Poulsbo is conveniently close to it. So for birthday lunch, me, my family, and ze boyfriend went to Pizza Hut and then home for the traditional cake and icecream. I didn't really ask for anything in presents so there was nothing to be had. My mother and I dropped Nathan off at his house and spoke with his madre about having him come with us. She said yes eventually.

I watched, like 3 episodes of Dark Angel. (I love Jensen Ackles. He's such a good actor for Ben's character!) Oh, yeah. Packed my stuff too when I wasn't writing in my little geisha notepad that I got for Christmas - it's where I originally wrote this all down.

Picked up Nathan then my sister Valerie who was late! Tsk, tsk. So it was really stressful driving dad's car over the mountains because he's made I point that I was to never, ever make a scratch on the car, much less drive it and get it dirty. The roads were nasty and gross and I had my mom drive when we stopped at Ellensburg for a bathroom break. After that, Nathan and I watched Tim Burton's famous film about a town of Halloween but it really wasn't long before I fell asleep on Nathan. We got to Poulsbo long after dinner time but no one was really hungry.

Platino is surprisingly filled with sad music. Oh, Platino is my iPod nano that I got for Christmas. (Guess which color it is) Anyhow, it has 5 instrumental songs of the deaths of characters I liked. But they're all really pretty. Including Arcadia Requim/Julie's Death. No, I won't have it playing at my funeral but there's a thought for it; it's the longest one I have but it seems to cover the character's life and death... If that makes any sense. Anyhow, I wrote down a whole bunch of ideas for charries in a new roleplay I'm in. It's pretty neat.

So the next day, I woke up at oh, 3am ish because upstairs someone was blasting his/her/it/Michael Jackson's annoying hip-hop music. Grr. At 5, I pretty much gave up on trying to go back to sleep and ate breakfest. So we took a ferry and I enjoyed getting my hair all mussed up by the wind. Nathan and Val commented on how they "couldn't breathe" with the wind. Whatever. So after we docked, Val met up with this guy named Greg, the person she was coming here for in a first place. He's a really cool guy.

At Pike's market, there was this awesome vender that was selling these blue flutes and ocarinas. Some were Zelda-styled ones (but they were so small) and some were on pendants! Oh. And there was a set of adult Link and Zelda but those weren't being sold. So Pike's market is filled with tons upon tons of soap. It was weird. And suddenly, I smelled pepper and I instantly made a mental connection of Alden, a trumpet player at school who always smells of pepper. Maybe I'm just insane like that.

After a while, there was this guy and girl holding up signs that said "FREE HUGS!" So naturally, I hugged the guy and he wished me a happy New Year. It was pretty darn intense. I bet they were college psychology students. We wandered around a lot, kind of in longing for a camera to take pictures of the statues of the "bloody lady" (the red paint might have been graffiti but it turned out surprisingly well), this old man feeding french fries to seagulls with this chair for people to sit it, and then this aquaguy who I also hugged because he was amazing like that. Only afterword did Nathan point out that in the lower corner, it said not to touch. Oops.

Lunch was at Subway. These things called Sunchips are surprisingly good. 'Nough said about that. We then went to the Science Fiction museum but not really inside it, just to the gift shop. Next ime, we'll get a family membership for a year or whatever and go next time when we have more time. We spent a looooong time in the park just goofing off. It was really fun. So we returned to Poulsbo and watched Spirited Away while mum crashed. Afterwords, we went to the Silverdale mall, which is at least twice the size of our mall at home. I bought a black journal. Just a plain one so that way I can get a silver marker and write DEATHNOTE on it like it's done in the series. Yes. I'm a weird kiddo. So after crashing again, we went home without my big brother or Val 'cause she's celebrating New Years and my big brother is just going to stay there because it's his apartment and he just can.

So hah! That's my little adventure. If you read all of that, I'm impressed!
  
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So now that JulieFlute has some of her groove back...
She will do art requests
♪First 10 kidgets who send mes a message will get a sketch, a pixel art, a photo, whatever - free. Naturally, there will be an equivilent exchange involved. I.E. You want a horror piccy of some small child all bloody and a dog by the kiddy with a bloody mouth. Mmmkay. Then I'll ask for a photo of something. Make sense?
♪I won't do the work until I see this art giving/trade idea onto your journal. I will be saddened greatly if you remove it after I give you a work, though. I will be angry if you don't give me something in exchange. (Yeah, yeah, avarice is a sin. Deal with it)
♪If you read this, please key: I am the Hatter, mad as I am, selling hats is my job. Come, have tea with me. Hear my Marcher's music and my Door Mouse's song.
♪Realize that I am kind of greedy when it comes to art. Go figure, I love prints.
♪Try to have fun? Maybe. Please!
1. Akatsuki him from the Leaf Village. ^^ - Done♪

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Random fact. My "true Japanese name" = 黒田 Kuroda 秋 Aki