JULIE

It is Julie's birthday today.

She is awesome and now 15. The very pinnacle of angst and other teenage characteristics.

She has every season of House on dvd. I may never see her again.

And this was the first thing she chose to animate

Summer don't know me no more

Guys, guys see this skirt?

I paid a fiver for this skirt. It feels amazing. Seriously, I could touch this skirt forever which is gonna be a problem when I wear it out. Be like the time I had these amazing feeling tights and I couldn't keep my hands off myself. Not appropriate but my god, it feels amazing.

Walking down to work I found a letter on the ground. I didn't read much of it, was something medical about a consultation about cosmetic surgery on the eye area. It was kinda weird. I don't like invading people. It's like I'd like to read Sylvia Plath's diaries but she never intended them to be published so I don't buy them. I feel weird even reading certain blogs and hell if I find a mention of myself I stop reading. Saying that I listen into conversations all the time and I watch arguments so maybe I'm talking shit. Wouldn't be anything new. I was gonna do a post about how much I adore Cibo Matto but I can't really be bothered. They are great though. If you want cute Asian girls (one of which was Noodle for a little while) singing nonsense about food and Obi Wan well they're your band.

Drive-in Saturday

This is what happens when I tell Julie about my day. I honestly feel she should illustrate my life always.

"Boobs!" cried Julie. "They get the job done!"

I'm a fool for you

"Hey Catherine. It's CHRISTMAS!"

"It's not April Fools' Day anymore."

"I know. I just like to be mean to you. BYE!"

I'm a fool for no one

"Hey Catherine! Time to get up! It's CHRISTMAS."

"No, it's not."

"HAHA I know! April Fools!"

My sister tells the best stories

My sister's history teacher taught me in second year and once a week in sixth year. He's an old man, very jewish (he got very angry when we tried to make him sing because our other history teacher had sung the German national anthem to us) and really quite lovely despite the fact that we learnt nothing in his class and generally took the piss. He liked me though because I was pretty much the only one doing any work and that was really only because History was pretty much the only subject I was taking in sixth year. Utter waste of time and all that. Anyway in the midst of a conversation about how dumb her friends can be she said this:

The Snail Tamer™ ~GFCH~ You say you're sorry then you do it again says:
also btw mr gillis was all 'hooray for catherine or whatever her name was, she's great' today
...
I think I made you up inside my head says:
but tell me why mr gillis said these things
The Snail Tamer™ ~GFCH~ You say you're sorry then you do it again says:
and mr gillis was like 'o julie, you will go far, how is your sister marie or whatever'
The Snail Tamer™ ~GFCH~ You say you're sorry then you do it again says:
i said 'lol she b chillin'
I think I made you up inside my head says:
he called me marie?
The Snail Tamer™ ~GFCH~ You say you're sorry then you do it again says:
yes
The Snail Tamer™ ~GFCH~ You say you're sorry then you do it again says:
then he muttered old man things
The Snail Tamer™ ~GFCH~ You say you're sorry then you do it again says:
like 'oh dearie me, i've taught too many smiths in my many years of being an old man'

Julie got a blog

Let's go pester her shall we


Oh let's do

Some say I blog too much, I say not nearly enough

Girlie so groovy

I'm sure I've talked about how I pick my literature before. I look at the first and last lines. Usually it works pretty well. I had £10 worth of vouchers left for Waterstones and I thought I'd see if they had more of the same notebook I've been using as a journal. They did not. I wandered around in the poetry section instead. Wanted to buy Don Juan but the cover was ripped. Rubbish! It's like when you find that book you've been searching for and somebody has broken the spine. Bastards!

Anyway I was about to give up and go home when I remember about Joyce. And lo! They had Finnegans Wake. I already knew I wanted it. I'd wanted it ever since I realised Sylvia Plath wasn't just being mad and she was quoting real literature. Problem is I'm finding it impossible to read it without reading aloud. And yes, I do read it in an Irish accent.

So first line: riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howlth Castle and Environs.

Last line: A way a lone a last a loved a long the

Best thing is it's the same line!

I'm in love you guys.

Also Julie made me this a while ago. I forget why but I found it yesterday and giggled.

I can't find my diary where I usually keep late night Julie quotes

I just love that the Spanish spell their laughter with a J. I spent so long wondering why everyone was writing Ja Ja Ja and then I realised.

Best epiphany of life.

♥ Julie

She died like she lived: in vain.

Julie came home sick this morning, disrupting my very lovely dream and forcing me out of bed at the ungodly hour of half past ten. I couldn't get pissed though because an hour later she was freaking out, Mum was freaking out and then I had to phone my dad so he could freak out too. I was told nothing as they drove down to the doctor and I comforted myself with the thought that at least her adrenalin was still with me so she wasn't like dying or anything. She came home, thought about throwing up some more and then danced down the stairs singing "Shake your booty" louder than I would have liked. She's watching Happy Feet now as I type happy but for the fact that she's not allowed online to talk to her Devart fans.

While she was tucked up safe in bed I dragged down my sewing bag from the attic and found a couple of dresses I haven't worn in years. Unfortunately I could only get them on if I lost my bust. Pictures may follow later of my new skirt, made primarily of a giant vest top I got for a pound in one of the many charity shops down on Main Street. Seriously there's more down there than is needed for one road.

In other news I have two new freckles! This may not seem like news but when I was wee all I wanted was freckles. Everybody I was friends with had them and wished they didn't and I had none. On the one hand I was instead crazy pale and when people asked if I was ill I would lie and pout and get sent home. I never intentionally lied you understand I just knew how to take advantage of a good situation. On the other hand, well all the pretty girls had freckles and boyfriends, such as they were in primary school at least. I was pale as death and had a boy who told me one day that I was his girlfriend if this other girl decided they weren't going out anymore. Seriously. And this was like primary one. Is there something about me that screams 'hey she'd be great if I weren't already with this better girl' because it's hilariously depressing.

Picture time since I finished faster than I though, mostly because I couldn't be bothered reinforcing the pocket. It's not a great pic cause my camera broke ages ago and all I have is my mobile but hey you get the general idea, right. The pocket's a tee of my dad's recycled and I have no idea what the cyrillic says so lets hope it ain't offensive.