Battle

So, in this day and age, anyone can make it big with a quick upload to Youtube. A doped up kid coming home from the dentist, two korean girls singing Karaoke, and even an attempted rape have had their time in the limelight. It's easy to forget about the real stars. I'm talking about videos that leave you with your jaw on the floor thinking to yourself, "Boy am I glad that I don't live in the bush."

"Julia...what in the world are you talking about?" you may be wondering. Well, feast your eyes on Battle at Kruger.

Over 8 minutes seems like a lot to spend on watching some wild life interact, but watch the whole thing and prepared to be amazed.

Surprise!

Another great weekend. My amazing friends threw me a great going away surprise party on Saturday. What I thought was just going to be a good ol' fashion sleepover chocked full of cookie dough and chick flicks ended up being a blindfolded drive and delicious dinner at the Cheesecake Factory with some of my favorite people.

So, when I walked up to the Cashion's house, pj's and toothbrush in tow, I have to admit that I had no inkling of any monkey business....Until Rachel answered the door. As it swung open, an eerie quiet filled the room until I saw Casey and Rachel coming towards me with a blindfold in hand. That's when it clicked. "Here we go," I thought to myself as they giggled and tied a pink bandana around my head.

Then, I cautiously piled into Casey's car, still carrying my sleepover bag and held on tight as we took a driving trip around Newport. Trying to throw me off, we managed to make a typically 5-10 minute drive to Fashion Island roughly 30 minutes as Casey navigated us around the Back Bay. In the picture, it looks like a beautiful drive. Not that I would have known.

Once at Fashion Island (I still had no idea where in the world we were) Rachel and Casey led me through the mall still completely blindfolded. They had way too much fun guiding me down stairs and up curbs and fully taking advantage of the fact that I was at their complete mercy. Thank again, Rach, for conveniently forgetting to tell me about that last step.

After making our way through Nordstrom (I knew because of the sudden wave of perfume that engulfed my nostrils the second they opened the door) and a good majority of the rest of Fashion Island we made it to the Cheesecake Factory.

Finally unveiled, I saw nine of my favorite girls smiling back at me.

Dinner was fabulous and I could not have asked for a better send off than spending the night with such influential and meanginful people in my life. Thanks again, Casey and Rachel for putting together such a great surprise....Now, one question: Who in the world am I supposed to hang out with for the next 10 days since I already said to goodbye to everyone!?

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.