oi i worry to much. and then stress about it.
chill out julie, chill out.
had my friends over for dinner to celebrate moya naissance.
it was a good day with my sister, and true to her nature, calmed my stress with her presence..laughed with me, just served, deboned the chicken when i thought it was boneless as i freaked out at both the grossness of it and at the time.
then bub and her started and finished the dishes respectivly...
it was a good night.
boing boing boing snap. boing boing boing snap. spring break.
listening to: high and dry...oh the bends. such an album.
but birthday week has not yet come to an end.
friday is alana symphony/opera and then saturday night all my musical dreams come true. oh you know.

"kill your tv's today"
"tv can kiss my ass"
"tv...what a waste of life"
"up yours, tv"
"sigh...tv" (shaking head)
"I HATE TEEEEE VEEEEE" (shaking fist)

i have taken to quoting brock. only because he's so damn funny.

hey.
blogging isn't as fun as it used to be.
so, sorry.


nobody likes a selfish bastard.
thats the name of the sermon i'm listening to right now..passion/truth/bad words..

my toaster electrocuted me.
at first i didn't know what it was
but i figured it out pretty quick.

198 flavors of gelato?
vegan cheesecake?
julie's first falafel?
why, she must have been on commercial drive today.
she was hanging out with her friend olivia
olivia's heading off to europe to work for PETA
then going to work on a farm in the czech republic

just saw the corporation. amazing.
beyond what it tells you to be aware of,
it, and companion, also got me thinking about other stuff too.
i think, in an attempt to hold the banner of love for all people,
there are fears in me about having concrete opinions..i've shyed away from a stand, equalling a stand with closemindedness.. maybe..?
while i still claim openmindedness above all..
i don't know
i need to put some intention in some topical reading.

sorry for the aparent choppiness.

well it was the makings of the laziest day this week has seen.
with laziness is bound to come boredom, and he came in around 5 in sunday best.
so faced with the prospect of dealing with him
my ass went and did three loads and 5.25 dollars of laundry
my ass made a mediocre curry veg supper
my ass went for a run
my ass got the video returned on time
my ass is suffering heartburn from the curry/run combo
my ass will actually suffer from the curry/veg/run combo later.

i love days when god lets the uniquness and the beauty of people hit me in the face
instead of customer 104, i get bearded guy giving off smiles for no real reason at all.
or old man calling me deary, as if its the most natural thing, simpley because of my smile and my youngness.
its especially good when i'm having a really frustrating day.. salve of the holy spirit to calm.

(i just reread that and i feel like my friend melissa..heymelwhasup?)


whenever i go over to people's houses, i inevitably find myself mentally rearranging the furnature and wall decor to make it better. i do this everywhere. sorry.

ok i have to get ready for mosaic now. i'm still in caramel clothes and runners.

oh ya, my friend olivia and me just finished reading the harry potters books at the same time, so work the last few days has been continuous discussion, a few bouts of trivia, and uncontrolable giggling at our nerdiness. there is a white board at work that has all the days workers listed, and when you go for your break, its somehow indicated beside your name (a heart, a star, blah blah). me and olivia have been drawing elaborate pictures of us as characters from harry potter..e.lab.or.ate. and then we pee ourselves laughing some more. seriously, we're FUNNY.

today an old couple were in line to buy bread.
the man randomly put his arm around his wife's head and kissed it.
i'd like that please.

damn these stupid tests, of which i condemn, but boredom is a gravitational force to be reckoned.
however, this one was educational. i felt like i was taking my lit provincial aaaall over again.
if you're literarily inclined,
check out
http://poetry.com/Iq/index.asp
and take this craaaaazy quiz (where they surprise you at the end and make you submit your own poem for evaluation before they give you the score..heads up)

Your General Poetic Knowledge Score is 11 out of a possible 11
"You have an excellent grasp of poetic form, structure, and technique. People at this level have generally taken advanced-level study in literature or have completed advanced poetry courses. They have often spent considerable time writing, developing their own poetic “voice,” and their own techniques. People at this level, particularly if they can apply their knowledge of poetic form and structure to their own work, are considered among the most talented of poetic artists."

mmmhmmm. thas right baby, thas right.

"Sin is incurable by the strength of man, nor does free will have any validity here, so that even the saints say: 'The evil which I do not wish, this I do.' 'You are not doing the things which you wish.' 'Since my loins are filled with illusions,' etc."

You are Martin Luther!
Yeah, you have a way of letting everyone know how you feel, usually with Bible quotes attached, and will think your way through the issues, although sometimes you make no sense! You aren't always sure of yourself, and you can change your mind about things, something you actually consider a strength. You can take solitude, especially with some music.

http://steve.faithweb.com/Quiz/theologian.html



hey, right on. i've always felt a little kindred with luth. i mean, who needs the book of james anyway??

i went for a run today.
1/2 hour.
i didn't run for all of it,
but definatly more than half.

the above words are stolen from a friend who in turn swiped them from his collection of sylvia plath works.

right now i am quite caught up in the harry potter series. and i'm overwhelmed by the greatness of them. i'm about 1/5 into the last one, and i find myself incredibly eager when i think about picking it up again. i finished the forth one the other night, crying because cedric diggory died, and then i couldn't stop thinking about it all the next day at work. there is some great literary merit to this author i tell you. i can't wait till some kids i know are just a little bit older and i can read these to them.

i ran into my long lost friend erica today on msn, she's having a daughter in a few monthes, and i feel so removed from her ottawa life..i havn't seen her in almost two years.
its so crazy to have three years of incredible, nearly effortless friendships, living together in regina. and now three years worth of friends are spread all over canada and u.s...a few gone global. its hard..but i welcome it, because, well, i do. gives me a trip to winnipeg to look forward to. =)

ok. here is my rant against true loves waits and such shit.
lets get together thousands and thousands of youth, get them all riled up about how sex should be saved for marriage and get them to sign a contract with god saying they will save themselves.
well i'm going to sign a contract with god saying that i will kill the next thing that walks out my door as a sacrifice. oh look its my daughter..ah well, bang bang.
rallying up soo many kids to say 'sure can do it on my own, gonna sign some paper to show i will'... says that there is no place for the grace and forgivness that jesus rains down.
its like the embodiment of the antichrist.
do not make contracts with god. we have the one that stomps them all. jesus christ.
we cannot do anything on our own. it is christ that lives in me. and we signed that bad boy, book of life kids.
instead of telling god what we will do, lets further acknowlage our brokeness, our filth, and our complete dependance on his mercy that knows no impatience, on his love that knows no winds of change.

i see more frayed ends to something i've seen severed for years
something i'm beginning to see though the eyes of my life
but then, actually,
my life is part of that something..
and i begin to see why it can hurt so much.

julie's trivial traumatic experience of the day

this morning on my way out the door for work, i put on my beloved gold/tan zip hoodie.

some hoodie history:
was purchased the summer of 2001, almost three years ago.
this hoodie has been single handedly the greatest cut of cloth i own.
its color went with EVERYthing, layered well, dressed up, dressed down.
there is no hestitation in saying its my favorite. my favorite everything.
i love this hoodie.

and on my way out the door, i went to zip it up (its how she likes to be worn), and fwoop! the zipper head came flying off as the end of the zipper, from loving wear and tear, had frayed itself off.
i actually stood in shock, i couldn't scream, i couldn't cry, everything just stopped. it was awful. i didn't know what to do.

it is almost time for bed.
tommorow i go back to work from a nice four day weekend.
i had a great weekend with so many people and intresting places.
some of these places and people are:
cobalt. eeee. juststay..away from me.
cypress. (i am the bunny hill conquerer).
heidi's couch. heidi's fish crackers.
abby. ('this is how you do a dum plee-ay')
vanesssssssa and her house.
foundation restuarant. (x2)
dave "we all need to pick theme songs to go through our head while we go down"***
wongs noodle house.
kelly "i need a frosty" "i'm going to langley to pick up pictures so shut up"
jojojojojojojojojojojojojojojo. we're the coolest people ever. apparently banjos=humor. i'm not sure.
my chilliwack couch, watching identity. holy crap.
lephen and stisa. and davemyers-"it will look like real shit, and it will look like a real stick"

ok there is my weekend. i'm reading some really good books right now...the library has re-accepted me into its fold since i paid off my 14 dollar fine-yikes. but i'm glad to be back. last week my friend stephen bought me a star trek calender and so today i found a johnny cash calender for him.
i have no idea why he bought me a star trek calender...they're actually might be a small idea.

***my theme song was originally the monkeys theme song "here we come.." you know, but then i got told that, with a song like that, its no wonder i kept bailing. 'you gotta slow the beat down'..so my real song ended up being a little ditty by karen carpenter.. (minus all that crap at the beginning about birds suddenly appearing)
we've only just begun, to live.
white lace and promises. a kiss for luck and we're on our way. (we've only begun..)
before the rising sun, we fly. so many roads to choose, we start out walking and learn to run (and yet we've just begun)
sharing horizons that are new to us, watching the signs along the way....
talking it over just the two of us. working together day by day
and when the evening comes we smile
so much of life ahead, we'll find a place where theres room to grow
and yes we've just begun.

its SO TRUE..augh. i mean, i wore white lace and everything.

yesterday i ate the best sandwhich that i've ever had in my whole life.
so i had it again for dinner.
and again for lunch today.

today i sold food to jay ferguson (sloan)and jason lee.
my shallow celebrity encountering life is complete.

i think i'm a big talker.
i'm either the first or the last to notice.
i have lots of ideas of what i want to do..ideals, idealisms, a design class..
they come right out my mouth to a few great sounding boards, and then everyone else
but they stay that way.
a good chunk of reason is owing to forgetting.. getting too caught up in current life to follow through
but all is heard is words, and then nothing.
i'm restless. what else is new.
its a restlessnes that goes beyond my current circumstance
its got of my past, present, hopes, dreams, regrets..
deeply rooted,
proclaimed good.

where has all the thyme gone.
and the rosemary.
today i was a prep. cook.
hung out with the cool pastries and preppies.
my boss was eardly. i cannot for the life of me understand about half of what he says. i just smile or laugh if i see him smiling or laughing and for this reason he loves me and thinks i am the most wonderful secratary.

i'm feeling the winds of some change these days. it seems everywhere i look, things are beckoning me to think more broadly about..well, life i guess, but things in life. aspects of life.

i got my ass in action last week and learned to snowboard.. and now my ass is paying. and my tum tum. and my upper back and shoulders. i was hoping to be the glorious exception to the "all new boarders spend the whole first day on there ass" rule.

hung out lots with my cousin joel. he's an insane artist, and i always forget how well we get along when we're together. we ended up watching some a+e specials on jesus, and discussing some of it, mocking some of it, having some rad talks. joel excites me. we will hang out more. you all will love him.

i'm so bored.
listening to emmylou. she's amazing.
i feel like being arty and crafty.

i've settled into a cozy little christmas day.
i rented some movies yesterday, bought lots of groceries on tuesday...
i wish i knew something about lighting a fire in a fireplace. or chestnuts roasting.
just kidding, i'm not a huge nut person.
reading some piper, watching jane austen, yum.
this year we are doing christmas on the 28th because my sister gets home from bolivia the 27th.
but tommorow is the big annual family shebang at grandma/pa 's.
people!
i am an all by myself person, but the tradtional impressed idea about christmas is second guessing my security in the lack of other people.

"its been a bloody stupid day.."b+s
amidst the chrstimas eve rush for bread
we here a noise clanging down the sidewalk
all customers, all employees, and everyone else
stops to look and sees a dog that was tied to a pole
absolutly BOOT IT down the sidewalk with this pole clanging behind him
then about 10 seconds later a man running almost equally as fast.
the bakrey nearly emptied as everyone went outside to see the conclusion.
everyone was in pure hysterics.