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Name: julio
Birthday: 4/14/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: musical theatre. journaling. new york city. joey mac. knitting. boy arms. photo stories. laughing loud. free ice cream. phil of the future. mka. boho. modgepodge. billy joel. sunglasses. driving. moccasins. bangs. markers. fondue.
Expertise: knee socks and tights. 80s movies. dancing. vocalizing. double C scale. tapping. christopher guest movies. massive smile. broadway. wow symbol. tromping. awkwardness. bouncing. baby dinosaur sound. dance parties.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
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| What a ridiculously long week, and it's only Thursday. Moving into a new state, new room, new people is super hard. It wasn't until yesterday as I was unpacking and feeling relatively alone in my new (did, I mention huge!) room, that I realized how big Penn State is and how real the concept of not knowing anyone here was becoming. But, my mom took me out for eggs and then thai food and after saying goodbye, things started getting better.
One of my roommates, Joanna, and I headed to the HUB (because our internet doesn't work in our room) last night, and after getting some random facebook message from a freshman musical theatre guy, I called him somewhat awkwardly up to say "what up!" Then, things started getting better, after randomly meeting two people in my class, but a whole bunch of random other ones, and attending a random jam fest in one's dorm room.
This morning I woke up and got ready, and, for the first time in months, I think that everything is going to be okay with college, and I'm actually, one hundred percent, genuinely excited. Sitting outside again, watching tons of people in PSU gear walk by, hearing a random big-band made up of old men play music outside the HUB, drinking the Common Ground coffee I brewed this morning!, everything feels great.
Now, I'm going to go see if my new roommates are here yet, look for a job, and get a gym membership.
College, in general, is great. | | |
| A skunk must have just "happened" outside of my bedroom window. That's what I get for getting out of bed, restless and thrusting my window wide open for some air. But, the breeze feels good enough that it will overrule the skunky smell.
I have seventeen days left before I ship out. That's a little more than two weeks. It's way more than a lot of people have and yet to me it feels really short. I head up to my bedroom a lot to pack and make lists about stuff I should get for college, but never really get around to doing anything. So, instead, my room has grown into a bigger and bigger mess and I always just sit and think about packing and planning. Then of course, something better to do always walks into my room or calls my phone and so I abandon the project for later.
Our Stratford trip was nice. It was kind of weird going there, as it has and probably will always be a place I associate with family vacations. So, to be there with one person missing was odd. I kept instinctively looking for tables for four at restaurants or counting down four seats at the theatre. I don't do that at all at home anymore with silverware, so it must just have been the change of setting. Not a sad feeling by any means, but it was still disorienting and unsettling.
Today I went to Schuler's and bought a paper journal. I always buy new journals and say I'm going to fill them up. I kept a solid paper journal from seventh grade until the beginning of ninth grade. That's such a long, random time period to have captured on paper. I guess I've essentially kept up this since then, but paper journals and online ones are so different. I want to try to keep up the paper one for college, but we'll see.
Well, peace out. It's past my bedtime. | | |
| My wisdom teeth are currently in a trash can in the oral surgeon's office. Seriously, no where near the big deal or the fears that I had about them. I remember getting the shot, putting my headphones in and waking up minus a few teeth. Now of course, the chipmunk look is being rocked and I can't open my mouth more than an inch. But that's not a big deal, at all.
Drive-in movies are overrated and nothing like they seem to be in Grease. Such a disappointing adventure. Although, they are probably better in a suitable car. But, it was a fun thing to experience, even if we only lasted for half of Miami Vice. The after-glow was nice, though, and we planned the V-trip.
I turned my calendar to August today and realized two things. One, I need to start cleaning out my room and making lists of things I need for college, and then collecting those things. Two, I need to start doing my sit-ups, pushups and cardio again to get ready for college. Poop poop on August. 29 days left in Grand Rapids...less than that, if you subtract the 5 days I am spending in Canada.
I got the names of my roommates yesterday. Only 5, so that is better than 8. We are living in South Halls, which is the opposite side of campus from the Arts Buildings, where I have lots of classes, and is generally not a freshman dorm, which are the downside. The upside, is that it is close to the gym and dance buildings, close to downtown and is generally not a freshman dorm. Life totally will work itself out. No worries.
And today, for the first time, I'm starting to get excited for college. Maybe it's the Vicodin flowing through my veins, but it's a great feeling to feel excited. Peace out, it's time to go make my bed and start to purge through my things. | | |
| Peace out babysitting. I babysat today for 11 hours, not including travel time, and now I am done for the rest of the summer. Man, that's an incredible feeling. One more job to complete in a week and then it is one week in Canada...two weeks of chill time...and then I move away to college? Holy crap.
Other recent thoughts? Going out to breakfast makes the day start off with a bang (three out of the past four days), the Mighty Ducks never go out of style, never live in East Grand Rapids, and the final conversation that I leave you with:
Sarah (age 3): I'll have some fuzzy juice.
Julia: What am I going to have to drink?
Sarah: You could have some beer, that's what Mommy and Daddy drink.
Julia: What?
Sarah: You're old. | | |
| I always have these random thoughts where I think, "I should write about that," and then I never do. I think this means I should get a paper journal where I can write thoughts down at a moments notice instead of plotting a xanga entry. Whatevs. I'm too lazy to bust out a paper and pen. Thus, here is a brief selection:
1. My Penn State football tickets came in the mail yesterday. They literally sparkle. I hope the games are as sweet as the tickets.
2. It's depressing to help serve food at a funeral. Life seems silly as you pour ranch into bowls and refill water glasses when somebody is talking for 30 minutes about how great his mom was, how nice she looked in her coffin and how she's resting in heaven. It's a downer. The upper is getting a check for $65, when you worked 5 1/2 hours and knowing you made almost $12 an hour. The next downer is knowing you get paid $5.75 an hour at Cone Shoppe and $7 an hour babysitting and thinking about how much more money I could have had in the bank all summer. The upper is thinking about how I could get the gig for the Davenport ads, which is $90 an hour for a two day shoot and the "don't drink" radio ads, which also pay a thousand times more than the other jobs. Bottom line. I hate math and I hate money. I hate having to pay for an education. Public schooling was such a brilliant idea.
3. This afternoon I made myself homemade soup for dinner. I was so proud of myself for not settling for the third meal of Cheeze-Its of the day.
4. My neighbors are having sex. I am disgusted.
5. I'm glad I didn't get a tattoo or piercing yesterday without lots of thought. But, I am disappointed that you have to wait 2 months to swim with a new piercing. It would have been sweet to witness Zach's eyebrow being pierced.
But, I am exhausted. So, more thoughts on life later. I gotta get out of bed for yoga tomorrow morning. And then get to work on revamping life. And playing! No work to do at all tomorrow!
[PS. Fuck. T minus a week to wisdom teeth removal.]
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