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.
The week begins.
Well the weekend flew by, and here I am, embarking on a week full of…….nothing.
Last night I sat on the couch, drinking glasses of wine and knitting, while watching Deliverance. Why? Why not? And I had this urge to go into work. “It’s 10pm, I should be getting ready.”
But alas, I continued to sit, and by 11:30pm, the start of my former shift, I was snoozing in bed.
I dreamed I was in a parking lot back home, at a Pink Floyd concert. I was running around looking for people to party with during the beginning of “The Happiest Days Of Our Lives.” I was singing every part of it, and people were taking pictures of me in a yellow cardigan, white skirt, and boots. But everyone was in their cars watching the show like it was a drive-in. Weird. How does music get into my dreams? Especially the ever so creepy Wall. Borderline nightmare.
Today will be spent eating lunch with two very awesome ladies, Cindy and Kristen. I also need to swing by the post office. In the evening I’ll be going to my cousin Emily’s Zumba class in Collingswood. She is an AWESOME instructor and certainly will kick your butt in a workout. I’m very excited to burn off some engery.
Hopefully unemployment stops playing phone tag with me and calls me back. They called me asking for information, and now I can’t get through. I leave my number, they call me back, I miss their call, I call them back, leave my number, they call me back, I miss their call. The cycle never ends. I will be glued to my phone and will drop whatever it is I am doing to talk to them. Give me money!!!
Have a swell day folks!
