Mama needs a break.

Midterms chewed me up and spit me out. This last week has been mentally, emotionally, creatively and physically tiring. If I were a drinking man, this would be high time to head down to my local watering hole to spend some quality time putting myself deep into a post midterms stupor. Instead, I look to Oreos and milk to reset my outlook on the next 5 weeks of classes.

Last night I stayed up until 4:00am. This is the second Sunday in a row this has happened. I don't like it. Neither does my personality. The hilarious, slap-happy version of tired Julia came and went days ago and what remains is a lifeless shell of a human who fell asleep standing up putting lotion on her legs this morning. True story. It was only for a second, but it still happened. And that counts for something.

That's all I have to give you right now. I'm going to take a nap.

So Official.

You guys!!! I'm no longer the very wordy and very hard to remember www.cargocollective.com/juliapatton. 

I'm just www.julia-patton.com! Go ahead-- click it! 

Can you believe it!? I feel like such a professional. Now who wants to help me actually make my home page look good? Come on, graphic design majors... come on out of the woodwork-- help a sister out. ;)

New York City Girls.

I am currently obsessed with LIFE.com. It is an online archive of almost all of the images ever published in LIFE Magazine. It's an amazing site for research and reference in my fashion classes, but it's also just fun to click through the site and see all of the thousands of cool pictures. 

I recently saw a collection of New York street style photos of women in the 40's. I think I'm going to try and recreate every one of their pieces of clothes to wear this summer. Gloves and all. 

Wow. wow. wow. wow. woooowwww.w...

I'll say it again: WOW.

I have had an amazing day.

I was sitting in my room and I was thinking to myself, "This day was so great, that it deserves a THIRD blog post." YES! THREE!!!

And then, like I usually do when I dream up these ramblings, I started to write begin writing the post in my head. Then it hit me-- WHERE IN THE WORLD WOULD I EVEN START!? Yep. Today was that good.

Here are some optional titles for this blog post:

1. The time that we actually DID find somewhere to live next year.
2. The time that I actually DID find somewhere to live this summer.
3. Ok, this time I officially do have an internship.
4. Spencer Malinski is killing it this week.
5. My beautiful new sewing machine is beautiful and new.
6. What I don't want to do after college.
7. Today I wore a scarf and a sweater.
8. That weird rash on my legs is finally going away.
9. Midterms are more fun when your teachers tell you you're doing a good job.
10. I feel good about myself for maybe the first time in ever.
11. Realization: I'm just as moody as Felicity.
12. I have underestimated the power of caffeine all of my life. Tamara, you were right.

But ultimately, I think what I'm trying to get across here is that GOD IS SO GOOD. Right?

Ok, so if those were the titles of the blog posts, let's just consolidate and do a quick blurb on what those suckers mean.

1. The time that we actually DID find somewhere to live next year. 

Did I ever mention that we found out that living in our house next year actually isn't going to work after all? I feel like we have talked about this way too much. I seriously don't remember.  A couple of weeks ago on Easter, the roomies and I went on a walk. Not far. Just across the street. We wanted to take some pictures of ourselves (narcissism: table for five) in our fancy Easter dresses. The yellow house directly to the right of ours seemed like the perfect backdrop. After taking the pics, I noticed that the house was for sale and empty. With the incredible help of Claire's mother, Mrs. Barnhardt, we contacted the owners to see if they would be willing to rent it to 5 really cool SCAD students. To our extreme surprise and delight, they did! And they do! We walked through it for the first time on Thursday and it's just as cool as we had suspected. Five bedrooms, cool light fixtures, huge backyard AND working plumbing?! WE'LL TAKE IT!

2. The time that I actually DID find somewhere to live this summer. 

Thanks to the keen eyes of one Wren Sieber (SCAD refugee, current Parsons student and all around amazing person) I was able to get in contact with a delightful young lady named Chloe who is renting her affordable and adorable Village apartment to me this summer. After a little reconnaissance, I have found that it is near an interesting sounding Soul food restaurant called "The Redhead" and only 1.3 miles away from the Marc Jacob headquarters. Yes. So, fingers crossed, this really is the last time I ever EVER ever EVER have to mention my housing situation again. 

3. Ok, this time I officially do have an internship. 

OK, confession: with all of the excitement of last Wednesday's phone call with Marc Jacobs, I never actually heard her say anything like "Congratulations, Julia, You have the job" or "Julia Patton, we would like to officially offer you this internship" or even "Cool, you're in!" Realizing this a few days after the phone call, I was in a bit of a secret panic.  Hmmm... what if this whole thing is still in the prelim stages. Was it a bit early to post on le blog, Julia? Maybe. Will the awesome apartment you just found be a total waste when next week you receive an e-mail from Marc Jacobs saying that the dates weren't going to work out after all? How am I going to break it to Natasha Lubansky?! But, the kibosh was put on those fears when received an e-mail this evening that confirmed that I did get the internship. Closing sentence: "Great! I look forward to meeting you soon!" I'M ACTUALLY 100% FOR REAL GOING TO BE IN NEW YORK THIS SUMMER. 

4. Spencer Malinski is killing it this week. 

I mean, all of my roommates are killing it. Claire is making the coolest bracelet of all time.. Oli is inventing new dance moves like nobodies business.. Frances is going to win the bookmaking competition.. But, Spencer? Wow. Spencer is the definition of wow right now. She is this close to getting a sick internship in LA that is so up her alley that she OWNS the whole alley. 

5. My beautiful new sewing machine is beautiful and new. 

I got THE COOLEST sewing machine at a used furniture store a few weeks ago. It's in amazing condition and it came with a whole desk attached to it. But the first time I used it, the bobbin fell out. No bobbin = No bueno. I took it to the doctors at Moye's Sewing Machines and they fixed her up good. I just got her back today and with a little help from the coolest handy-woman I know, Frances Russell, she is perched in her corner ready to roll. And when I say roll, I really mean purr. The sweetest sound you've ever heard. Isn't she pretty?

6. What I don't want to do after college. 

Tonight, I went to a recruiting presentation from online luxury retailer, Net-A-Porter. Tonight, I realized that I do not want to work for online luxury retailer, Net-A-Porter. This is less exciting, but I just thought I'd share. 

7. Today I wore a scarf and a sweater. 

Unexpectedly waking up freezing this morning was not so fun, but when I realized it was because the temperature randomly dropped 20 degrees and I would get one bonus winter clothes day, I was thrilled. 

8. That weird rash on my legs is finally going away. 

I promise, I'm not like a walking germ pool or anything. Just weird itching bumps on the back of my legs. ...But it's going away, I promise!! 

I shouldn't have even mentioned this. 

9. Midterms are more fun when your teachers tell you you're doing a good job. 

That happened today. She was all, "Ooo.. this looks nice..." And I was all, "Oh! Thank you!" And then she was like, "Mmhhmm." And I was like, "(Silent fist pump in my head)." 

10. I feel good about myself for maybe the first time in ever. 

More on this later. This deserves more of an explanation than my allowed on this post. 

11. Realization: I'm just as moody as Felicity. 

Last year, when we were in real deep with the 90's drama, Felicity, I remember thinking there was no way that her life was so up and down. I mean, I loved the show and lived for all the drama, but I was convinced that in no way was it even close to realistic. She'd be crying over Ben in one scene, switching her major in another scene, laughing with her friends at Dean and Deluca a few minutes later and then finish the episode with crying about Noel. I used to think that it was such a college female stereotype until today. In the last 24 hours of my life, the span of emotions is alarming. Terrifying. And I wouldn't even really consider myself a very dramatic person. Ok... maybe a little. But, wow. I'm in such a Felicity stage right now. ...Then again, I'm a girl. In college. I'm a girl in college trying to do my absolute best at life. If being an oreo eating, sweats and combat boots wearing, emotional basket case is wrong, I don't want to be right (for the next few years, at least). Then I would like to feel a bit more stable. 

12. I have underestimated the power of caffeine all of my life. Tamara, you were right.

I don't drink coffee every day and I don't even really care for the taste of it all too much, but if the speed at which I have been typing this blog post is in any way related to the Vanilla Latte I downed an hour ago, let the floodgates open! I'm on fire!!!! My hands are shaking pretty bad though. 

*****

So, that's what I needed to blog about. All of that. All of those amazing things. All today. How cool was today!? Everything. EVERYTHING is coming together. (Besides my Ethnography Homework)

In retrospect, I am humbled, amazed, honored, bewildered, and thankful for all that God has been cooking up for me over the past few months. Heck-- the past few years! I think the best title for this blog post would really be: That awkward moment when I realize that God knew what He was doing... the whole time.  Because He has. Wow. Wow. wow. WOWOWOWWOW.

AND ALSO CAN I JUST SAY THAT I HAVE THE MOST SUPPORTIVE AND AMAZING PEOPLE IN MY LIFE!?! NO. I DON'T THINK YOU HEARD ME. THE MOST SUPPORTIVE AND AMAZING PEOPLE. YOU. YOU ARE SUPPORTIVE AND AMAZING AND I AM SO GRATEFUL. 

Needless to say, I have checked about 15 things off my Life To-Do list. If you see me in the next few days, I'll probably be really nice to you. Prime time to ask me for a favor or to borrow any of my clothes. Even the ones that are on the VIP list. (Of course there's a VIP list-- this shouldn't surprise you.)

PS- I made it to class on time this morning, in case you were concerned. And my speech went really well, thank you very much.

This morning I burnt my toast.

I never burn my toast.

This, of course, only means one thing: Midterms.

Not the whole piece. Only the edges. Nothing that a little bit lot a bit of jam couldn't fix. I still ate all of it.

I scraped off most of the black parts, but I still knew that at it's core, the identity of this piece of toast has been forever changed. It will always be a burnt piece of toast in my eyes.

In my sage second year of college wisdom, I have determined that midterms are far worse than finals. Let me prove it to you.

Midterms:
-They creep up on you. They creep up in a "Wow, how is it week five already?" kind of way. And BAM! You look at the list on your door and it's all full of things written in all caps (which, of course, means 'due this week')
-No one really cares that you are stressed at midterms. "Yeah, I'm really overwhelmed with midterms right now" doesn't sound NEAR as bad as "Yeah, I'm really overwhelmed with finals right now." And you guys know, I need pity from people like Peter Pan needs Tinker Bell.
-Once they're done, you still have 5 weeks to go.

Finals:
-You know they're coming. You're almost excited for them to come. A typical conversation about the end of the year sounds like, "Yeah, but then we have this week, and then one more week and then it's finals-- which like doesn't even count." It's sort of as if the finals really don't even matter because, if you were stressed enough the rest of the quarter (read: midterms), then, in theory, you should have a good enough grade to bomb your finals and still be ok. (In theory, of course. I'll never purposely bomb my finals, mom.)
-And finally, it's summer when they're done. So, of course that is an amazing plus and really all you need to know.

Editor's Note: This is such a disjointed blog post.

Julia's Note to the Editor (who is also Julia): Please. All of your blog posts are disjointed. It's your schtick.

Disregard all that I have just written. I stayed up until 3:30 last night doing midterms projects. And yes. I am aware that I recently posted about my optional weekend getaway to Haig Point. Maybe it was a poor choice in time management. But guess what: YOLO, biotches. So quit it with the judgy eyes. I'm tired. I have 10 minutes to get ready for class before I have to leave. Can I hear a what what!? I'm wearing sweats to class.

Ok, now make that 9 minutes.

Fun fact:

I listened to this song maybe close to 15 times in the last 12 hours. What?

Haig Point

This weekend, I had the immense pleasure of getting to flee Savannah for a bit and head to Claire's Grandparent's vacation home in Haig Point, South Carolina. Last Spring break, we spent a little time there for a few days and had such a blast, so it was so fun to get to go back and have a little R&R and celebrate the victory of finding somewhere to live for next year!

Due to the fact that it is definitely not Spring Break anymore, we did have to pack up all of our books and projects and spend a chunk of the weekend doing homework, but how can you complain when you're reading your textbook on a porch swing with a cool breeze and salt air keeping your company?

We spent a little time on Friday exploring the other side of the island and it was so so so cool. Tons of dirt roads leading to abandoned houses, old graveyards and hidden churches. We found this small outdoor art gallery who's property was full of old machinery and tools. 

The weekend was wonderful and just what I needed to break up the quarter during midterms. Such a treat. Thanks, Barnhardts!!

But, seriously...

Ok. So, I mentioned this the other day, but I am just going to make sure to let everyone know that I am still accepting applications for people who want me to live in their homes this summer in New York. I mean, you really can't pass this opportunity up.

Remember that aunt who has an apartment in Tribeca or your older sister's friend who moved there after college or that girl you are friends with on Facebook, but don't really talk to very much? NOW is the time to rekindle those relationships and casually ask if they're looking for a spunky new roommate. Perks of living with me include, but are not limited to:

• No complaints sweeping/vacuuming (my favorite chore) (just don't count on me to really excel at doing the dishes-- no promises made there)
• Yummy food being homemade and shared with whoever is in the vicinity 
• Access to my highly rated and regarded iTunes library. This is hard to come by. Ask Kaitlin. 
• I'm always in a good mood in the morning. 
• I don't ever wear perfume so, I don't smell either good or bad. ...Not quite sure if this is a plus, but I think it's something you all should know. 
• I wear a size 8 shoe. Mis zapatos es su zapatos. (I never said I was good at Spanish)
• I will give you a voucher for a free Julia Patton hosted workshop. Topics include, but are not limited to, kitchen knife skills and stand up comedy.
• I'll crochet you some sort of keepsake. Maybe embroider it with the words "Summer '12" so you'll never forget the best 3 months of your life? 

Anyway. It's time to pull in the favors, folks. I'm talking to you to, Person-I-Don't-Know-or-I-Do-Know-But-I-Don't-Know-You-Read-My-Blog. It's time to show yourself! Together, we can make this happen. I'm not above begging. I mean, come on! Who wouldn't want to get to know this little lady? 

My Future:

(Fingers crossed!)

No Potato Pancakes

Ok, so unfortunately, I didn't have a ton of time to make potato pancakes this weekend. I know. So lame. I'm just as bummed as you are. I was simply too busy. Again, I KNOW. SO LAME.

I have been avoiding blogging all week because there is some news that I couldn't quite find a way to tell all you suckers. It's been quite the whirlwind of a week. So, following the rubric of a masterfully crafted pattern by yours truly for the past 20 years, when something is too hard for me to put into words, I make Kaitlin do it. She's a big fan of jargon. So much jargon, in fact, that she often uses her word wizardry to outsmart, outwit and outplay people on a daily basis-- especially to win fights against verbally challenged (and easily befuddled and bamboozled little sister).

Take it away, Kaits!

Redaction
About two weeks ago there was some misinformation posted on this blog.  Actually, not as much misinformation as something that is now false due to new information.  Due to the integrity of the blogger and out of respect for the Bushka in the City blog readers, we will now correct the unintentional inaccuracies in order to set the record straight.  The following is as accurate an account as I can give.
Constantly Seeking Truth,Kaitlin Patton- Copy Editor, Bushka in the City
If one is an avid reader of Bushka in the City, as am I, you will likely recall a posting entitled, “Whomp” making an appearance on the blogroll on March 29, 2012 at 9:18 PM, EDT.  Many of us dedicated readers were saddened to read of the author’s downcast spirit in light of losing the opportunity to intern at Marc Jacobs for this upcoming summer.  It was communicated in that blog that the internship had become an unlikely reality due to scheduling conflicts.  The author, Julia, conjectured that the denial of the internship due to these scheduling conflicts “was just a nice and easy way of saying they didn’t want (her) without actually saying they didn’t want (her).”  I, like many other readers, knew that this was complete hog-wash and poppycock, but held our tongues to revel in the melancholy of the situation as a sign of fidelity to our favorite blog-wrier.  It was commonly shared across the Bushka in the City Reader’s universe that Marc Jacobs was missing out on an amazingly talented person, but that Julia would excel in whatever came her way.  
Everything up to this point was communicated in truth, however, due to the following change in the course of events, we must let you know what has occurred since this point.  On Thursday April 12, I received a phone call from Julia while at the café Peach’s in Aspen, CO.  Through the duration of this phone call the following information was gained:
JULIA FREAKING GOT THE INTERNSHIP WITH MARC JACOBS.
It appears that after believing the internship was an impossibility, Julia was contacted by a woman at Marc Jacobs for an interview.  The woman communicated that although the scheduling was the original reason of the declination, Marc Jacobs would like to see if some shred of possibility remained for Julia to join them this summer in New York City, New York.  The representative asked for an interview, which went swimmingly.  After the passing of time, Julia was again contacted and asked to intern for Marc Jacobs for the summer of 2012.  Julia accepted.
Again, we are so sorry for the sadness that may have been garnered from reading the original posting, “Whomp”. We hope that this redaction can allow you to again trust us in the future.  But, really, we all knew that the author’s opinion on the denial of the internship originally was informed by lies from the pit of hell anyway. Thank you for your time and your faithful readership.

Did you understand all that? Because, I'm gonna be honest, I had to re-read a couple of sentences a few times... and it's about something that happened to me... so...

In case you didn't, let me wrap this lady up by hitting the main points:

I FREAKING GOT THE INTERNSHIP WITH MARC JACOBS. 

Quick Timeline: 

Monday- I had completely mentally and emotionally let go of the idea of interning with Marc Jacobs and I was very ok with the plan of me coming home for the summer and permanently sitting on the couch. 

Tuesday- Still ok with it, I unsuspectingly check my e-mail to get the most surprising and nonchalant e-mail EVER from my contact at MJ stating that the dates may in fact work in my favor and asking if I'd be able to talk on the phone later this week. OF COURSE I WOULD BE ABLE TO TALK ON THE PHONE LATER THIS WEEK. E-mails are sent back and forth. We decide on 5 o'clock on Wednesday. I decide it's best to not tell ANYONE what has just happened in fear of A) somehow jinxing things B) having to then re-explain on Thursday that the phone call went terribly wrong and I didn't get the internship and C) Even thinking about it made me nauseous and the idea of saying the words out loud made me want to throw up. I call my parents "just to say hi." They know somethings up and I have to keep myself from bursting into stress tears. They sound nervous for my mental/emotional health. I somehow abstain from spilling the beans. We say goodbye, but I stay on the phone (confession: I always do this. It's amazing what people say when they think you've hung up) and I hear my dad say "She sounded weird." 

Wednesday- Paralyzed by fear. I skip all my classes. I just can't. I go stress shopping instead. I buy a pair of amazing shoes that will either console my broken heart when the internship falls through or work great on the job this summer. Win win. All my roommates wonder why I'm in such a bad mood and spending money that I don't have. 5:00 slowly approaches. I get increasingly sweaty. 

At 4:45, I tell everyone that "I'm just going to go for a drive." They are weirded out by such extreme secrecy. I take my car and park on Abercorn and 34th. Sketch area. I feel like a detective. I call Marc Jacobs. My face is red. She can probably tell through the phone. She asks me questions. I answer. One thing leads to another, and I got the internship! I make a joke. She laughs. I'm feeling good. We hang up. 

When I get home, I am excited to open the doors and reveal my cool secret to everyone and I discover that no one is home. Awkward. I watch Ellen. Claire runs in the door and tells me we have to go to the emergency room because Frances has injured herself in a skateboard accident. I can't help but tell Claire the news on the way to pick up Frances. She is excited. But suggests that I curb news for a few hours while we figure out if everything's ok with Frances. Good thinking, Clairence. We spend the next few hours at the emergency room. Still not the best place to reveal my exciting news. X-Rays are taken. Frances has torn a ligament in her shoulder. Yikes. But it's good that it's not broken. We went to dinner and while we were waiting for a table, I decided to  fill them in. This was their reaction:

Spencer is excited. Olivia started rapping about me living in New York. Frances and her sling are less impressed. Claire shares in the belated excitement. We went on to have a lovely dinner at Green Truck Pub. Spirits high. 

Ok, so that wasn't such a quick timeline. I just got carried away. 

I am so excited for this summer, but also a little overwhelmed with all that comes with living somewhere new for 3 months (don't worry- I'll definitely be expounding upon this idea in future blog posts). But definitely definitely excited. If anyone knows anyone in NY who may have an extra room or is subletting their apartment, let me know! I'm on the hunt. 

Thanks, Kaitlin, for helping me break the news. 

Yum.

How delicious does this look? I'm so making potato pancakes sometime this weekend. If you're in Savannah, you're invited. Breakfast on me.

This is how I'm handling it:

If there is anyone out there still reading this sob story of a blog, where I, poor little art student, barely survives under large mountains of Prismacolor markers and over priced paper, let me tell you that I coming close to finding something that I didn't think could exist this quarter: balance. Somehow among the chaos of Spring quarter, I have devised a routine (my favorite word) that is working so well. Suspiciously well... No. Happily well. 

Let me explain:

In the corner of my room, there is a door that leads to the kitchen (midnight snackers rejoice).

On that door now lives four lists. They are my lifeblood. 

Top Left. To Eat: 

A list of groceries that I have bought. I know. This is the most neurotic thing you have ever seen, yeah? Well, let me tell you something you may not know: Groceries are expensive. Especially when you are trying to be healthy and are buying mostly fruits, veggies and lean protein (how Top Chef did I just sound?). And sometimes, I have a nasty habit of buying all of these delicious goods only to forget that I bought them until weeks later when I am looking for something to eat and all I have are mushy asparagus and fuzzy zucchini that I had completely abandoned in the back of my veggie shelf. No bueno. On top of that, being in class everyday until 4:30, I usually end up eating dinner around 11:00 because I'm waiting for my chicken to thaw out. Because I may have only taken it out of the freezer at about 4:40. Now, I'm not wasting food and I have a fair swing at eating dinner at a normal hour. (And yes, I did itemize every egg individually.)

Top Right. To Do:

Everything from the list of companies I need to e-mail about possible internships to renewing my passport to taking in my sewing machine to the sewing machine repair man to getting my pants tailored. This is what I think of as my "Linda Patton" list-- all the things that my mom/grown ups do in the span of one morning without even missing a beat. Let me just say that I'm not at the Linda Patton level of adulthood yet because there are things on this list that have been on there since October. That's not a joke. 

To Buy:

Not what you think. This list is not a list of clothes in various shopping carts of various websites (although that list does exist), but rather a list of necessary additions to my life that I have to patiently wait for the funds to buy. It's hard. Because I've been kind of spoiled my whole life. Not in a "Veruca Salt" sort of way, but in more of a "I have loving, financially stable parents who have done a good job at providing for me because they want the best for me" kind of way. And now, I still have those parents, but our relationship is more like "I have loving, financially stable parents who have done a good job at providing for me and are now making me provide for myself because they want the best for me." I mean, it's for the best, but it's still hard. I want a car wash. 

The bottom two lists. Speech/ Sketching/ Ethnography/ Apparel I:

Homework. This needs little explanation, other that for me to say that I have filled and replaced the space on these lists 6 times already this quarter.

So, that's the way I'm pulling off this quarter. I promise this won't be the last time I complain about it. Sorry. But if you want to leave an encouraging comment, I would be mighty grateful. And I'd think of you fondly the next time I cross something off the list. 

Happy [F]easter!

Look what we made! Easter was celebrated with church in the morning and then a delicious Linner/Dunch (dinner and lunch combined). We all contributed and came up with plates full of cheese grits (Frances), asparagus with mustard remoulade (Me), homemade bread with pesto, cheese ,and garlic (Susie), salad and a six pound honey baked ham (Olivia). 

And Spencer blew our socks off with homemade mint ice cream with pieces of real mint leaves. Soooo good!

I am still stuffed. 

How was your Easter?

PS:

Speaking of colorful wedding dresses...

Orange you jealous you didn't do this?

Now, here's a bride who's not afraid of some color. I love it! I'm all for the white dress, but if white's not your thing, why not go for a dress in a color that feels more you? The more I see people going with very bold and very un-white dresses, the more I like it.

See more pics here.

"Do you react to that?"

The following is a real letter from F. Scott Fitzgerald to his 11 year old daughter, Scottie, while she was away at summer camp.

La Paix, Rodgers' Forge
Towson, Maryland

August 8, 1933

Dear Pie:

I feel very strongly about you doing duty. Would you give me a little more documentation about your reading in French? I am glad you are happy — but I never believe much in happiness. I never believe in misery either. Those are things you see on the stage or the screen or the printed pages, they never really happen to you in life.

All I believe in in life is the rewards for virtue (according to your talents) and the punishments for not fulfilling your duties, which are doubly costly. If there is such a volume in the camp library, will you ask Mrs. Tyson to let you look up a sonnet of Shakespeare's in which the line occurs "Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds."

Have had no thoughts today, life seems composed of getting up aSaturday Evening Post story. I think of you, and always pleasantly; but if you call me "Pappy" again I am going to take the White Cat out and beat his bottom hard, six times for every time you are impertinent. Do you react to that?

I will arrange the camp bill.

Halfwit, I will conclude.

Things to worry about:

Worry about courage
Worry about Cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship
Worry about. . .

Things not to worry about:

Don't worry about popular opinion
Don't worry about dolls
Don't worry about the past
Don't worry about the future
Don't worry about growing up
Don't worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don't worry about triumph
Don't worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don't worry about mosquitoes
Don't worry about flies
Don't worry about insects in general
Don't worry about parents
Don't worry about boys
Don't worry about disappointments
Don't worry about pleasures
Don't worry about satisfactions

Things to think about:

What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:

(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?

With dearest love,

Daddy

P.S. My come-back to your calling me Pappy is christening you by the word Egg, which implies that you belong to a very rudimentary state of life and that I could break you up and crack you open at my will and I think it would be a word that would hang on if I ever told it to your contemporaries. "Egg Fitzgerald." How would you like that to go through life with — "Eggie Fitzgerald" or "Bad Egg Fitzgerald" or any form that might occur to fertile minds? Try it once more and I swear to God I will hang it on you and it will be up to you to shake it off. Why borrow trouble?

Love anyhow.

Crazy, yeah? I can't quite read the mood of this letter, but I love it anyway.

If you liked this, check out the website www.lettersofnote.com for more. There are some pretty cool ones. Marilyn Monroe's ovaries. Steinbeck's East of Eden dedication. Proof that Mister Roger's really was the nicest guy in the world.

Oh, no. I got to keep on moooovin.

I just hung up the phone on an encouraging phone regarding all things 'Julia's life' with my mom and when I sat down at my desk to start my homework, this song was the first song to play on iTunes.

Yep.

Just what I needed.

This song (and the video) ALWAYS put me in a good mood.

Well, here's something kind of exciting...

I have a website!

I present to you, www.cargocollective.com/juliapatton !

I know, I know... it's sort of a mouthful, but it's mine all mine!

Go ahead, click the link! Something cool about this quarter is that I am going to be producing a lot of studio work, which means that in the next few months, I'll be posting more and more on my website to grow my portfolio.

Also, I just watched this video of This American Life's, Ira Glass, giving some interesting advice to those just starting out in creative fields. It's so true and something I'd never thought of before.

Sometimes, I'm a major diva.

Ok. It's Sunday. Pity party over. How depressing was this last week on the blog? I think I must have fallen and bumped my head because I had mad case of Drama Queen up in here. Yeah, I'm overwhelmed with classes. Yeah, I didn't get a really cool internship. Yeah, we are probably going to have to move sooner than we anticipated. Yeah, I miss home sometimes. 

Well, little baby Julia, sometimes homework is hard and sometimes life isn't exactly how you had planned, but lucky for you, there are about 8 million reasons why your life is so awesome and blessed and wonderful. 

Enough with the self pity. It's week 2 of the quarter and I'm ready for a new attitude. Yesterday, I re-read a couple of posts from last week and I was seriously embarrassed at my seriously defeatist attitude in almost every sentence. Yikes. Moving on. 

I can be sad, but I can't let that take over. I'm going to go make some breakfast now.