me

name: julieanna
alias[es]: julie, jules, stretch, gazelle, elkie, tall girl, boss, string bean, mabel (or was it myrtle?..), jolly green giant
starsign: stereotypical sagittarius
birthday: november 29th.





here's all you need to know:
6' tall.
beer snob.
workaholic.
reforming insomniac.
oh, and my legs are longer than yours.

my favorites

post secret
explodingdog
my inspiration
waiter rant

in a nutshell:
the good...
... and the bad
flickr pics
webshots
myspace = addiction

shameless plugs:
dp226 (jim)
ayyyy dios mio! (bradley)
the easily amused (james)
tell me a story... (noelle)

requisite viewing =p :
istanbul
particle man

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Monday, March 28, 2005

please disregard thursday's elated post saying i was in to the London program... no no, i'm still in, but it is completely unfeasible for me to be able to afford to go. as much as i hate it, i cannot afford to go to london. i'm not angry, i'm not pissed off, i'm not anything... i'm just sad.

really, really sad.

you would think that by now i would have learned never to get my hopes up for anything. the second i get my hopes up for anything major, the floor comes out from under me and all my hopes and dreams come tumbling to the bottom. Last time i had the opportunity to go abroad, the trip was cancelled 3 days before the final payment was due (i still hate my high school for that one... bastards). last time i got my hopes up high for something that i truly hoped would work out, i was left with nothing more than disappointment and a world of hurt. on the plus side, at least i'm starting to learn how to deal with a broken heart very quickly.
talk about wallowing in your own misery, but dammit, i'd say this is warranted. i'll probably never get to go abroad now. well, maybe not EVER, but the likelihood that i will ever need a passport has just reduced drastically. one thing is certain: i'll never get the chance to prance about on the stage of the Globe Theatre.


julie's current total of once-in-a-lifetime experiences: a big fat fucking 0

jules was lost in thought at 4:21 AM

Comments:
Despite all this, you will find yourself encountering numerous once in a life time experiences down the line in life... trust

Much love--your home skillet frying upstairs

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