Things I thought About Today:

I hate it when my bag of Sour Patch Kids are mostly orange and yellow.
If someone made a movie about my life, I’d want the whole soundtrack to be Fleetwood Mac
I hate the words “nevermind” and “whatever.”
If CVS promises 1 Hour Photo, they should deliver on that promise.
I’m leaving for SCAD in 12 days.

Blogger's Block

I've been a little slow on the uptick this week when it comes to blogging. Sorry about that, folks. And not for lack of activity. This week had lots of fun packed into it, but I'm just not so motivated or inspired when it comes to posting things.
Until I snap out of this, here is an image that I've been staring at all week. It's really captivating for some reason. Maybe it's because it walks the line between the euphoria of floating weightlessly peaceful and morbid drowning. What do you guys think?

Slowly Fading Away

16 days until SCAD. And things have started to shift. Lately it feels like the things I do and the people I'm with don't fit as well as they did a before. A year ago at this time, I would just be starting my senior year with all of my ducks in a row. Who my friends are, what I do in my spare time, the way my future was beginning to take shape were all things that at I felt comfortable with and strangely decided on. Now, lines are starting to blur and I find myself in a valley of "what if's," "maybe's" and "I think's." I don't quite belong here anymore, but thereisn't fully ready for me yet either. So, I wait. And I embrace this odd and fabulous time that has no predeterminations or requirements.

Today I'm going to make a loaf of bread. I'll let you know how it goes.

Say It Ain't So

Wait, it's already Monday morning?! That's the thing about a fun-filled weekend. They go by so quickly I find the new week catches me unawares. And what a perfect weekend it really was. From listening to a dear friend sing and play at Alta of Friday, to moving Kaitlin into her new home on Saturday, and being able to spend time with great friends in San Diego on Sunday, it's sad to see this weekend go.

But, do not fear. I am also very excited for this week. I have so many things on my list to share with you. Let me finish this bowl of cereal and tidy up the room and I'll be back.

I promise it'll be worth the wait!

Julia The Renegade

I wish I was a gypsy. Or a dancer. Or a socialite.






I look in the mirror sometimes and wish I had the balls to go all out when it came to style and be unabashedly outlandish in the way I portray myself as a person. Sure, sometimes I dye my hair or wear two different floral patterns together in one outfit (gasp!) but I've noticed lately that all of my risks in life, whether its with clothes, or relationships or experiences are quite calculated. And life's too short to be calculating all the time. I guess this has just hit me recently because of the fact that when I go off to school, and there isn't going to be anybody there that can keep "Julia" balanced and in check. I can be whoever I want to be and no one would know the difference. I feel, on the whole, I have made pretty good choices in my life. And the mistakes I have made have been taken out to coffee where a nice conversation takes place about the room to grow in our lives. Then from that point on, I try to speak nicer, or spend wiser, or feel more, or clean better. How can I truly throw caution to the wind when I'm always going 25 in residential areas? And how can I live like their's no tomorrow when tomorrow morning I have a doctor's appointment at 9:15 and a to-do list the size of Texas?

Maybe I will get that tattoo.

I'm not much into tattoos, but....

...if were going to get a huge one on my back, this is what it would look like.

And I would get it slowly over time in accordance with the seasons like this one.
But like I said, I'm not much into tattoos.

The ShedShoeWell

(say it fast and you'll get it)

If you click the image, it will enlarge.

The other day, I got my fall class schedule from SCAD, which I was not expecting for a few more weeks (don't you just love pleasant surprises?).
After taking a few days to really mull it over, it's weird to think that this is just one more piece of paper to nail home the fact that I am going to college. In 4 weeks. Across the country. Eek.
I'm not super thrilled with the idea of having an 8 o'clock class two days a week, but here's my thinking on that one: It's Design, so it may be fun to get my creative juices flowing so early in the morning. It will force me to be up and at 'em therefore giving me some good focus time before my Speech class and, if all else fails, I'm sort of a morning person so, there's that on my side.
I also like the fact that SCAD has a building named Pepe, and that I get to take a class in it. I can already picture me having fun with that in some way or another in the future.
So, there you have it. 15 units of pure, unadulterated learning. And the best part is, NO MATH OR SCIENCE!