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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.
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workaholic.
reforming insomniac.
oh, and my legs are longer than yours.
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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
doobie doobie doo... procrastinating on work is the bomb diggitty word up in the hood. now that i have firmly established just how white i am...
still up, talking with the laster. despite how busy that kid is, he has his life figured out. he knows what he wants to do, where he wants to live, hell he even knows exactly where he's going to work. resolve like that might just drive a person insane. it's enviable. i dont even know what i intend on doing with my English with a focus in Literature degree. teach?! HA. can anyone see me standing in front of a group of high-schoolers, trying to explain the nuances of John Donne's poetry? maybe maybe college, but again, i would end up becoming that cynical, bitter, absolute horror of a human being after 10 years, tops. i could work in an office... but that would require me actually waking up at normal times (god-damned insomnia). i could be an author, but i have too many dry spells (please note the current one... i haven't written a short story or poem i am proud of in well over 4 months). i can be an editor of a magazine or newspaper. that would be fun, and rewarding. its just the matter of getting there... well, in any event, i'll figure things out. things always work out, one way or the other, despite whether or not i can tell right off. here's hoping things work out well this time.
on another note, i am officially reclaiming my role as resident misanthrope.
this role may be rescinded in the next 48 hours, but the likelihood of that is slim to none.
until next time...
jules was lost in thought at 1:53 AM
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