Oh hey I'm Julia. I'm 23. I graduated from Rowan University, and I live outside of Philly with my boyfriend and our cat Chauncey. I rule. I enjoy the finer things in life such as live music, knitting, reading, talk radio, Wilco, and Mr. Peanut.
I am encroaching upon the three month mark in the unemployed lifestyle. I’m finally starting to get itchy. I mean, I make ends meet, I pay my bills, I babysit for extra cash, so things are okay. But…I gotta pick up the change.
What does 2011 have in store for me? With my 24th birthday just two days away, I am starting to feel freaky.
I played it super cool when my shift got the ax, but now my cool ass demeanor is starting to catch up with me.
I look for jobs, but I’m not feeling it (is anyone really feeling jobs, working, etc? I’d rather just stay home and watch Teen Mom.) But really, I keep coming back to law school. While running yesterday, I started to think about it. I bought an LSAT book about a year and a half ago and studied while I worked at Friendly’s, and I’ve considered law school multiple times throughout high school and college. What if I get old and I never do it and then I REGRET IT. I don’t like regretting things.
GRANTED. Law school is like, an easy 80 grand plus in debt. But, it’s money. People do it. They owe, and they pay, and life goes on. I just feel like I can do it. I want to do it. I need to challenge myself to do SOMETHING.
In other news, I’m back on my coffee game. The past couple pots of coffee I’ve made have tasted shitty. I usually stop counting and brew the pot instead. But today man, I rocked it.
Today I should be meeting my mother in the city since ya know, it’s almost the birthday of her only child. But she hasn’t called me yet. Waahhhh. I also plan to buy a new sports bra, and eat at Jones because they are delicious. I think Pat will enjoy it.
tomooorrooowww morning!!!! :-) Very excited to see my buddies and drink in the streets of Boston, and tend to a drunk, belligerent Scott. Actually, that is the best part of going with friends. They can take care of him. Hah.
But I mean, life is good! I will be sad once March is over, but I’m still pretty amped. Also, in April I’ll be celebrating my 24th birthday. TWENTY FOUR. Freaky deeky!
Lots of people are like “I never thought I’d live to be 24…25…etc.”
Really? You thought you’d die? You just, couldn’t imagine living that long? That’s like when people graduate high school “HEY WE DID IT!” Who the eff cares? That was the easy part, I sure hope you did it.
BUT HEY! Call my cocky, but I KNEW I’d live to see this awesome, young but you feel old age of 24. Ya know, 24…going to the bar, but pooning out on the 4 horseman shots, even though you did 3 of them with the bartender on your 21st bday. Now it just makes you gag. 24, like living off unemployment, forgettin’ your dreams, losing at quizzo, drinking and watching Teen Mom rerun in your sweatpants. Putting on different sweatpants to feel productive.
This is EXACTLY how I imagined it.
NOT. I didn’t even imagine it. Honestly. After I couldn’t get a job, and moved into the FC, I stopped trying. I never would have thought I’d date Scott (seriously, worst case scenario, ha), never would have thought I’d be friends with my friends still. Never pictured my college graduation. Things just started surprising me when I reached my junior year of college. They got really good. And fun. And all the people in my life were so amazing, and didn’t match up with anything I had in my head - for once, it was better than I could have thought. It surprised me. I surprised myself. So I just stopped having assumptions for how my life would be. I’m afraid I’m starting to make assumptions because I’m bored. I DON’T want to do that. I imagine living in the city next year, but I can’t quite get a picture in my head. It’s like I forget how to picture things. That’s good.
In my youth, I watched way too many 70’s and 80’s movies, and that’s a terrible place to base your future visions on. First off, their boobs look different, which had me confused for a year or two in my adolescence. “Why aren’t my boobs pointy like the dead girl on the bed in Halloween?” Second, they have a shit ton of sex and drink non stop. Fast Times at Ridgemont High? That didn’t happen thank god. Who wants to lose it to a 28 year old in a dug out when they’re 13, and get preggo! HIGH SCHOOL RULEZ!
When it came to college, I imagined it’d be like Saint Elmo’s Fire or some shit. Cool ass dorms, people boozing, rocking out on my clarinet in a bar every night where everyone knew my name, and then things would get tough. I’d have an affair with a hot professor (there are no hot professors), fight his wife, someone would die from drugs, I’d do lots of drugs, I’d make really flamboyant gay friends and I’d have a girlfriend for a brief time, etc.
But no. That all did not happen. I’m fine with that. So assumptions? Out the window. I realize whatever I expect to happen, will not happen. So why expect things? I’m gonna play it by ear, and see where this goes. So April could rock. Here’s hoping. Summer? Could be awesome. Boston? Better freaking be awesome.
Just when I thought I was back on top, I’m sick again.
I drug myself off the couch, and outside, in hopes that assimilating back into society would show my immune system who is the GD boss. But no. Friday night I came home and hacked my brains out, with an achy everything and a snotty nose. Wah wah. Saturday was spent on the couch napping, and at night I couldn’t take this apartment anymore!!! I moped over to McShea’s to see some peoples, only to return before closing time (dammit!) with the WORST HEADACHE EVER. I woke up crying and dreaming weird things. HELP.
It’s been a week. Come onnnn. I miss life.
There’s no clinics around here, since everyone is like, super rich. And I won’t have health insurance til April. So I panicked. I buckled. Today, I finally bought some legit medicine. Since I’ve procured a fever reducer/mucus breaker-upper/sinus decongestant/grab bag of cold symptoms reliever, I know that I’ll be back to perfect health by tomorrow. Just my luck, it always happens this way. The medicine will never get used probably. But here’s hoping I feel great in the AM.
I can’t wait to feel better. Being sick is a tad fun with the whole being a bum, eating pudding, etc., but it gets so boring after ohhh, a day. I haven’t been able to go to the gym much, and Scott bought cookies for me to snack on (he’s such an enabler). Fantastic. He seriously is a super boyfriend though. Getting me water and chloraseptic, and sleeping next to the snot monster that I have become. He deserves mad props.
Wednesday I’ll be heading home. Haven’t seen the folks in some time, so I’m looking forward to it! And even more so, my friends!!! I miss those assholes.
After a week of couching it, or mostly couching it, or moving from the bed to the couch and napping all day, I have finally made a recovery. Phew. I still feel like my ears are stuffy, but other than that I’m hungry, I’m jumpy, and I’m ready to go! Just in time for a sunny, beautiful day.
Today I’ll be babysitting little Mr. JJ, who after an hour of awesome fun time usually realizes that both his Mom & Dad are not in the house, and freaks out. How will I calm him down today? Mickey Mouse? Lollipops? Cry with him? Please, help.
Tonight is Grace Potter & the Nocturnals at the TLA with cousins Dan and Frank. Frank is my mom’s cousins husband, so he’s my cousin? Not an uncle? I don’t really know, but either way, I’m going with them. Should be a fantastic night, esp if the weather stays the way it is.
Speaking of which, apparently it will be snowing next weekend in Beantown, but BRING IT ON! Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night will keep us from celebrating St. Patty’s!!!!!! For exmaple, last year it was a continuous downpour all three days, including the ride up, and the ride back. WE STILL STOOD PROUD. Soggy, but proud.
Anyway, I’m off!
This whole being sick thing blows! I thought I was getting over it yesterday, but I guess I pushed myself too much. Ya know, with the whole hour and a half work out, grocery shopping, quizzo, etc. I woke up this morning a hot mess, once again. I lazed around all morning, applied to some jobs, and then got dressed.
I looked up my symptoms and it says I have mono. Boy wouldn’t that suck! It’s aka the kissing disease. Get some!!!
I went to the gym again, but couldn’t take more than 20 minutes. My nose was running, I couldn’t breath, and my head was killing me. I came home and ate frozen yogurt while watching last night’s Teen Mom on the couch. Those girls are wild.
I think a bath is next on my list. I need to do laundry to, but I can’t move. Also, there are no quarters in this house.
I cannot wait to get better and go somewhere. Boston is next on the list, then NYC for the Colbert Report, and DC for a few days. I’m pumped. I hope April has a few trips in store as well. I’m craving to see some new things.
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
I have spent the last month slaving at the gym, seven days a week (I missed three days, total - one being yesterday), counting calories, skipping on foods I crave, no candy, etc. Only to blow it all off in one weekend.
I wanted to waste my precious calories on alligator, gumbo, or even the world’s tallest margarita on Canal st., decked out in beads of green, purple, and gold. Sadly, I spent Friday and Saturday at restaurants, ordering countless IPAs, pasta, muscles, cheesey things full of carbs and fat and so much more. Woe is me.
I have no one to blame but myself. So, I guess I’ll deal with it (while still giving Scott mean looks, because who else can I get mad at?). I learned my lesson, and now I will spend the next two hours trying to undo what I did. Can I drop my pasta weight by Wednesday? Possible? I think not.
Words can’t express how upset with myself I am. But at least it was delicious. :o(
Hot damm it’s Wednesday! Next week at this time, I’ll be in NEW ORLEANS!!!!! Can’t wait!!!!
This past weekend was awesome. We had the whiskey party with some awesome friends, complete with a bottle of Blue Label bought by Scott. Delish! I babysat with Scott on Sunday. Eight children. All under nine. And we survived. The kids survived too. Phew. AWESOME.
On another note, have you ever heard someone really having sex? Like, not yourself. Not in a movie. Not in a porn. But just, sitting on your couch, minding your own business, doing a crossword puzzle, watching Robot Chicken, and then BAM, crazy ass sex noises coming from the downstairs apartment. I mean, she was totally gettting it in, best sex of her life probably. I woke up Scott to make him listen. We stood in the hallway by the steps and listened for a few seconds. INTENSE.
Life is good. Planning for my trips is exciting. Jamie and I will be making tee shirts today for the plane ride! And Boston is right around the corner. Can’t believe it’ll be our THIRD year going! And more friends are coming….I love it.
I’ve been going to the gym non stop because I leave for my trip in a week. Feeling good and totally proud of myself!!
I also make up fake songs about Chauncey with Scott.
“Hey, you’re a crazy cat.
But your breath’s so bad, I don’t give a crap.
When I dream.
You’re scratching me all night.
Clawing at my feet
And meowing til you wake me!”