Something to do while I wait for the sleeping pills to kick in...
-- Name: Juliezors!
-- Nickname: Ju-lay, Julie (pronounced in Spanish), Bella, Jules, Jew, Bert, Is that my frappucino?, Julio
-- Birth date: 3-10-86
-- Birthplace: Englewood
-- Current location: On my bed, wrapped in a blanket
-- Eye color: Brown
-- Hair color: Faded red
-- Height: 9 foot 6
-- Righty or lefty: Righty
-- Your heritage: Polish, Hungarian, Slackopian
-- Your weakness: School
-- Your fears: Losing my brother, dying in a plane crash
-- Your perfect pizza: A pan pizza from Pizza Hut shared with my friends. Maybe with pepperoni if I'm feeling adventurous. Actually, yes on the pepperoni. Pizza Hut burns their's slightly and it is yummy!
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Grand Master Meteorologist.
-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: I don't IM anymore
-- Your thoughts first waking up: Now... do I have work... and do I feel like coffee, tea or cocoa for breakfast?
-- Your best physical feature: Not sure. I guess my face.
-- Your bedtime: Anywhere between 11 pm and 2 am. Usually 1ish.
-- Your most missed memory: There was a snowstorm a few years ago when Pierre still lived here. He came over (got his car stuck) and we had a snowball fight. Made forts and everything! After that, he Josh and I took a walk down the street. There was no traffic, the snow had muted the night air and it was just the three of us walking down the street. I think that's what it must feel like to have an older brother. He moved away soon after that to be with his fiance (who is also awesome). I miss him. I wonder if he has any idea what an impact he made on me and my brother.
-- Soda: I don't really drink soda, but every now and then Coke/Pepsi is awesome with greasy food.
-- Fast food joint: I guess Sonic?
-- Single or group dates: Single dates in the freezing rain that last the whole day and possibly into the night. There's millions of possibilities when you just set aside a day for each other. Anything can happen. I can't WAIT for my next birthday...
-- Adidas or Nike: ROOS!!! SRSLYOMG
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Tazo
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate. Vanilla is so overrated. I'm not even kidding. And even better than chocolate? CARAMEL!
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Not a cappucino girl myself. I make 'em good though! Coffee in the morning, lattes all other times of the day with the occasional mocha or cup of tea. In all honesty, who needs alcohol when you have coffee and tea? I am ADDICTED.
-- Smoke: Nope.
-- Cuss: Like a sailor fuckers!
-- Sing: Only at Christmas.
-- Take a shower every day: Usually.
-- Have a crush (es): Just my bf
-- Do you think you've been in love: Just once. Now.
-- Want to go to college: Shyah.
-- Like high school: Middle school was way cooler. Senior year wasn't bad though.
-- Want to get married: Of course!
-- Believe in yourself: Not right now.
-- Get motion sickness: No
-- Think you're attractive: Hell yes.
-- Think you're a health freak: Yeah, I like being skinny a little too much.
-- Get along with your parents: Yep!
-- Like thunderstorms: What do YOU think??
-- Play an instrument: Nah.
In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: A little every Sunday, if that even counts.
-- Smoked: No
-- Done a drug: Nothing Illegal
-- Had sex: Nope
-- Made out: Hell yes!
-- Gone on a date: No :(
-- Gone to the mall: Yep
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: God no!
-- Eaten sushi: Nah
-- Been on stage: *cries*
-- Gone skating: No
-- Made homemade cookies: Not yet!
--Gone skinny-dipping
-- Dyed your hair: No, but I need to decided what the hell I want to do color-wise, because my hair looks ridiculous. If only Starbucks allowed cah-razy hair colors. I'm going to try and find a dye that look plum next time. Something totally different.
-- Stolen anything: Nah
Ever...
-- Been called a tease: I've perfected it into an artform at work XD
-- Gotten beaten up: Not really.
-- Shoplifted: No
-- Changed who you were to fit in: I couldn't even if I wanted to... my high school was weird.
-- Age you hope to be married: Not too young, not too old and absolutly not before I finish college.
-- Numbers and names of children: I want 4 kids, 2 boys, 2 girls. I like the idea of having a big-ish family. I love picking out potential names for my kids. I've been pondering it since I was 14. I like the names Veronica, Grace, Amelia, Helen and Melissa for girls and Francis, Joshua, Simon, Isaac and Clay (it would be a namesake from my favorite book) for boys. Melissa and Simon are musical references (Allman Brothers Band and The Shins, respectively) because I like to think I've started some sort of family tradition of being named after songs (I'm named after the Beatles song "Julia"). Also, the names Katherine and Haylee might be good names too ;)
-- Describe your dream wedding: At my mom's church in New Jersey. Seriously the most beautiful church ever.
-- How do you want to die: Old, with great grandkids and a big loud family like mine now.
-- Where do you want to go to college: Metro. Shoot for the stars. -_-
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: A meteorologist
-- What country would you most like to visit: Either Japan, England or Western Samoa.
One, two, three, four!
I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love
Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough
I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove
Which tagged me a naïve son
So the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights
And they stuck up their noses and started some fights
Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands
While my father was slaving, my mother explained it
Sometimes that's just how it is
So my sister went kissing a maple-skinned boy
Finally held up her fists, said "I'm done being coy!"
And the neighbourhood boys started buzzing with joy
We finally had front-page news
Although it was sad, I couldn't help but laugh
Such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat
I laid on my back, let the punk record spin
The stomping guitar, it was shooting out stars
It all went to my heart, yeah some rainbows in the dark
So I called up danger, my friends and some strangers
They stumbled and wavered, one called me his saviour
They slipped me the blood in the whole of the vial
But I didn't feel them change
Then I met a man with a fist for a hand
Held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in
Some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed
The gift of a fat-lipped grin
Now they're drilling my teeth while I'm soiling sheets
With my lover, she's counting the diamonds on rings
And even when truth doesn't help with the sting
Out of no numbers, some harsh looking colour
You pull them out, feel they're changed
No need for a thousand cranes
So I thank the city, the lights that it's spinning
The friends that I have and the shoes we’re not shining
The drunk horn’s so violent, all spinning out sounds
But the colour’s so vibrant , the colour’s so loud
The newly-born crying realizing what life is
In the eyes of my grandpa, the right people dying
The see-saw of love, its rickety bounce
The feeling of coming, the feeling of going
The mother, the child, the tame and the wild
The sleeping in minor, the gold leaf, the tire
The crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake
Oh, I'm finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams
Sometimes you just can't hold back the river
Sometimes you just can't hold back the river
Sometimes you just can't hold back the river
Sometimes you just can't hold back the river
Hold back the river, hold back the river, hold back the river