1. Almost Famous
2. Box set of Arrested Development (if box sets count. they should.)
3. Peter Pan (cartoon or live action...can't decide)
4. Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
5. The Big Lebowski or Wristcutters: A Love Story (it depends on the mood i'm in when i need to go to said island).

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."


...I liked that.

My dearest sister and I...on relationships:

I slept until 11.


My mom bought me and my sister books by Aleister Crowley. For those that don't know, he was a pioneering thinker and writer in the world of cults and "magick". He was also a racist, sexist drug addict and some believe he worshiped satan.

My mother did not know this.

Neither of the books could of revealed this; one was a fictional story about the battle between good and evil, and the other was a diary of his struggles with drugs. They seemed pretty innocent, and they were. but my father, being the god-fearing weirdo that he is, launched into a blubbering tirade denouncing Mr. Crowley (this may be an exaggeration of my dad's reaction, but he certainly wasn't happy). During this rant he talked a lot about "living in a culture of life" and called Crowley a "demon". My mom just laughed and apologized because she honestly had no idea about this guy's background.

In the end, my mom thought the books (even though they weren't about anything that bad) would bring "darkness" into our house, so she exchanged them for new ones. I would've protested, because censorship is wrong, but I really didn't have much of an interest in the books anyway.

In my opinion, both Aleister and my parents took too many drugs in their youth. The whole thing was pretty awkward and amusing.


I didn't get as much money as I expected, nor did I really get anything I wanted or asked for. But I'm still happy. I mean, I'm getting a trip to Florida. Sometimes you don't ask for things but you are perfectly happy with receiving them, y'know? My favorite gift was two books written by Anthony Bordain, and a DVD of his show No Reservations. Now I just need his cookbooks and I'll have the complete collection :-)

Other highlights: chocolate pie, Disney Christmas Parade, Chambord, my grandfather giving everyone twenty ONE dollars for no particular reason, gramma thinking that the toaster oven was a microwave, going out at 12:30 AM on christmas morning to get a popcorn tin, etc.

It was kind of merry. Hope everyone's was too.

I haven't left the house in about three days because of the snow.

I mean, I could've shoveled my car out and driven verrry slowly down the driveway and on the roads. But um, I didn't. Instead I stayed home and made gingerbread cookies and drank lots of cocoa. It was very delicious and very HORRIBLE because I feel sick even though I'm not.

Also, I think my house gives me insomnia because I sleep easily at school but not here at home. But even though I'll probably go to bed ridiculously late again, I'm getting up early tomorrow and DOING SOMETHING. Anything, really. I need to go christmas shopping, so maybe I'll do that. Day before christmas eve, that's how I do it.
I actually have a metric shitload of stuff to do before I leave for South Carolina/Florida. Which, by the way, I am extremely excited about. Because I love being away from home. And I love seeing Krista and Lily. And I love warm weather. Really, I love everything about going South for a whole 2 weeks.

In any event...I think I need to make a list...of things to do.

In conclusion, here is one of the cutest things I've ever seen. Sure to put a smile on your face.



Haha Ah!

http://www.cracked.com/article_16161_if-juno-was-10-times-shorter-100-times-more-honest.html
http://www.cracked.com/article_16878_if-twilight-was-10-times-shorter-100-times-more-honest.html


Absolutely hilarious and true.

I feel that my time was best spent doing that for the last 15 minutes. I'm so good at prioritizing!

I feel like I'm regressing back to the 8th grade because all I've been wanting to listen to is Deftones. Oh, weren't those the days.

Sing it real slow: I watched you chaaaaaaaannnnnnge.

I had an amazing 21st birthday. Really, pretty much everything I wanted it to be.

Julie got me a Jon Howe for my birthday. Lovely to see him. He seemed a little sad though...or at least it seemed like it to me. He's back in Illinois now...it was a very brief visit.

MGM Grand really was grand. Although I wish I had gambled a little and I wish that every guy in the club didn't look EXACTLY the same (Guidos EVERYWHERE. Ew.). And I'm in love with Amaretto Sours and Sex on the Beach and dancing and comfy hotel beds and sexy dresses and finally being free.

I'm glad Obama won.

But it bothers me that people are still fighting to ban abortion and gay marriage.

It bothers me that people think Obama is a socialist.

It bothers me that ignorant people are comparing him to Hitler and Stalin.

It bothers me that people don't realize that socialist medicine and universal healthcare are the same thing.

It bothers me that closet racists are showing their true colors in their remarks about our new president.

It bothers me that while some people want to move forward, so many others are taking a step back.

And it bothers me to know that even though Obama says he will fight for change, he most likely will not bring the drastic change that our government, economy, and society needs.



But still, I'll drink to the fact that the embarrassment we've been calling our president for 8 years is finally getting the boot.

ew Emilie (10:02:44 PM): julia
ew Emilie (10:03:04 PM): i want to live on an indian reservation, and be indian, and marry an indian SOOOOO FUCKING BAD
VegaLyra182 (10:03:39 PM): haha
VegaLyra182 (10:03:40 PM): ok
VegaLyra182 (10:03:51 PM): there aren't very many indians left
ew Emilie (10:03:58 PM): i know!
ew Emilie (10:04:04 PM): i gotta make more!
ew Emilie (10:05:30 PM): theres only like 12000 abenakis still living on reservations
ew Emilie (10:05:35 PM): and i wanna get my hands on one
ew Emilie (10:05:47 PM): i might have to go to canada to do this

Haha.


I'm not studying abroad. I can't. It's too fucking expensive. I can afford spring break. And I can afford to go to Burning Man this coming August. That's about it. My mom suggested that I go to Europe to work when I graduate. So I can make money rather than spending it to go there. I might just do that. Life's an adventure.

I went to see Choke tonight. It wasn't bad. Not amazing though. It wasn't "dark" enough...if that makes any sense. I do have a thing for Sam Rockwell, which I guess is kind of odd?
After that me and Em went on a search because it's Sunday and it was 10 pm by that point and she really wanted baked ziti. We ended up at pricechopper and she settled on Lasagna (eh...pretty close), along with beef empanadas, 4 pieces of cheesecake and a pickle.

I dunno I dunno I dunno.

When I went to get gas a groups of guys walked over from the motel across the street. To buy cigarettes or something. They were all dressed up. One of them was wearing a yellow tie with horses and horse shoes on it. He asked me if I thought his tie was stupid because everyone was giving him a hard time about it. I said "No I guess not but it's kind of random. I mean, why are there horses on it?" He said he didn't know. I imagine he was dressed up to go to some important event. Like a banquet or something.

I should have told him his tie looked great.

I thought for a long time about him being self conscious about his tie. And maybe if I had told him it looked good then he would have had a little more confidence. I imagined him standing at a banquet, ready to accept some certificate or award and standing there sweating, wondering if everyone in the room was silently judging his weird tie. It made me feel like a jerk.

He should have been able to wear his inexplicable horse tie with pride.

But, maybe he changed his tie. Or maybe he doesn't give a shit what everyone else thinks. That's the way to be.


Hmmm. So at iparty we're encouraged to wear costumes and accessories during Halloween. Full costumes if we want to. I am SO PUMPED to wear vampire teeth to work. And assorted wigs.

7 am
dusty road
i'm gonna drive until it burns my bones

I overheard a really great idea the other day. I'm not gonna take credit for it, but I've made some embellishments. It looks like this:

1. Acquire moonbounce.
2. Wait until night time.
3. Fill moonbounce with glow sticks.
4. Get really drunk/high.
6. Turn on appropriate music.
5. Frolic in moonbounce.

Perfect.

Tomorrow...the Large Hadron Collider is scheduled to be turned on, and there is a 1 in 50 million chance that something terrible is going to happen. Such as the world ending.  If it does:

Peanut Butter will be the last thing I ever ate.
Speak will be the last book I ever read.
Lisa Lampanelli will be the last person that ever made me laugh.
Last Place Victory will be the last band I ever saw play a show.

Maybe I should be doing something rash? Maybe I should be professing my love for someone, having a party, hugging my mother, taking lots of drugs? Maybe if it was a 1 in 50,000 chance.

The world is not going to fucking end. And, for me, this would be a bad time for it to do so. I mean I haven't really lived, have I? Besides, there is a higher chance that the Collider will find "extra dimensions", which sounds like a party to me. Pretty fucking awesome.

So flip the switch, fellas. Smash those particles together. Have a ball. Find whatever it is you're looking for. I'm going to. I should. I need to.

Oh my. I want one. I am definitely gonna be a crazy cat lady someday.

Okay that one HAD to be a sign. That's three things in a fuckin row. Am I crazy?

Ok yeah anyway. I LOVE my room and my apartment. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. I can lay on my bed and see the stars (well...some stars, I am in Hartford and the artificial light kind of blocks most of them out.). Today is the first day of classes of my Senior year (ah!). I only have communication theory or research or some boring shit. I dunno.

I just wanted to profess my love for my room. And say that I feel really sad without Melissa as my roomate because I had gotten so comfortable with that :-(

I was awakened this morning by a faint clicking sound coming from my desk. It was the sound of a tiny little engine trying it's darndest to start up and failing. Click, sigh, click, sigh, click, sigh. 

It was, my friends, the death rattle of my ipod.

Now that brings the death toll of this household's electronic devices to: one laptop, one cell phone, two digital cameras, one PC, one television, and now, an ipod. So unless I find a way to scan the hard drive on my old laptop, all of the music I have amassed over the last few years is lost forever, along with about 5 years of photographs and word documents. ALL OF MY MUSIC. ALL OF IT. I'm trying to keep calm. I was waiting until I had enough money for an external hard drive, but I guess I waited too long.

Anyway. I finally got film for the Lomo Emily got me all the way back at Christmas. I had to order it from California because no place around here sells it. So that's nice. I'm glad I can use it now.

I wish it would stop raining every fucking day.

Some things about tonights Gogol Bordello concert:

1. Gogol Bordello is the best, most fun live band on the planet, hands down (well, maybe tied with Say Anything). You can't not have a good time at one of their shows, even if you've never listened to them before.

2. Gogol has an incredibly diverse fan base. Toad's was filled with people all the way to the exit door. There were punk rockers, hipsters, nerdy guys, a bunch of hippies (many dreadlocks everywhere), a surprising amount of people that looked close to my parents age, and lots of others. I'm so used to going to shows that are mostly girls (i.e. All Time Low) or mostly guys (i.e. Thursday). It was refreshing to see so many different people brought together by music that's just plain great, no matter what "niche" you're part of.

3. There is ALWAYS that one fucking weird guy at concerts. He's always alone, always intoxicated on some substance (or several), always smelly/sweaty, and always acts a fool and gets himself thrown out. No exception here.

4. One thing I've noticed about girlfriends of band members: they never seem like they're having any fun at shows. They just stand back stage texting on their sidekick or something. As if they're fucking bored or like...above taking any interest in what's going on. But Eugene Hutz's girlfriend was there tonight, and she was dancing and totally enthralled during the whole show, which is the way it should be. So good for her.

5. Elijah Wood was at the show. He walked right by me and Em. Fucking Frodo Baggins. Out of nowhere. It was pretty awesome. He's extremely petite.