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.
Where did you go? My lovely! I WANNA KNOW!
OH man I’m still around. Just creeping in the shadows. That’s me. The creep.
It’s Sunday afternoon. I’m drinking some coffee, and overhearing my downstairs neighbors having sex, again. They just finished round one, and I feel like I should have clapped or something. I know they can hear my tromping around, and playing music. They have no shame! I admire that.
It’s sunny, and I feel go, so I’m going to make my epic return to the gym. Yeaaahhh I know, I know, slacked off. BUT, I have good reason.
Ahem. I hope you have some cheese to snack on, because I’m about to get my whine on.
So after Mardi Gras you guys saw me bitching about being sick. TRUE. Then I got better and left for Boston, which was kick ass. I returned, and on my way out the door I fell down my front steps. (I swear, Scott didn’t beat me.) I tore my knee up and it was all gorey, gnarly, etc. I couldn’t bend it without it gushing blood. Soooo I didn’t move it much. Which sucked.
On Thursday I ventured up to NYC to meet my Aunt Swiss, from VT. Haven’t seen her in forevers!! She had tickets to the Colbert Report, which was AWESOME. I’ve never gone to a live taping of anything, so it was pretty sick, and our seats were sha-weeeet.
Anyway, today, my knee has finally scabbed. I can bend it and get it wet without crying. So off I will go.
Tomorrow I’m heading to DC for a few days, just for fun, and then my month of going cool places will END. So sad. And I’ll be 24 soon. AAAAHHHH!!!
