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[04 Nov 2004|12:11pm]
[ mood | rushed ]

Tomorrow I turn 16. I've tried to get excited about it, I really have. I'm just...not.

My mother was here last weekend. She was going to come this weekend, too, but she said, "Juliet, now that you'll be sixteen, I think you can celebrate one birthday without your family." And apparently this is that one. Plus, I'll be going home in a few weeks anyway for Thanksgiving, so I'm sure they'll do something for my birthday then, too.

I think I'm late for class....or I'm going to be late. One of the two. So I should go.

Trespass sweetly urged.

[25 Oct 2004|07:17pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

So it just occured to me earlier today that next Friday (November 5) is my birthday.

I hate birthdays. I hate getting older. I'm usually very sunny and optimistic, but birthdays are my one big "glass-is-half-empty" outlooks.

Getting older means you're one year closer to death.

I read in a book once that every year, you pass the anniversary of your death. You just don't know it, because you don't know when you're going to die. But say you die when you're 74 on March 10th. Every year you pass by March 10th, not even thinking about your death, but then come March 10th of your 74th year, bam! you're dead.

Happy 16th to me!

8 kisses| Trespass sweetly urged.

[23 Oct 2004|01:14am]
[ mood | bored ]

My mother's coming next weekend. It should be...interesting. She's coming alone, which is nice. I miss her and my dad, and even my brother and sisters, but I don't want to feel overwhelmed. I told her I was getting a roommate, and she got weirdly excited. I was afraid she'd be mad, since they paid the school to let me keep it to myself. I don't mind, though. I said before that if there was a room shortage, I'd be willing to have a roommate again. And I guess the school was going to refund my parents money, but my father told them to keep it and put it toward school funds or my next year's tuition or something. I don't know.

My mom did say that the next time she comes to visit, though, she's bringing Owen with her. He'll be a freshman next year, and she wants me to show him around. I can't do that next year? Or better yet, he can't get one of those tours next summer? We can always come home from France early. I'm pretty sure the school didn't like that I missed the first week and a half. It wasn't my fault, though. I was ready to leave. My father was responsible for making sure I, if not the whole family, got on a flight back to Vermont in time for school. But I guess he though my school started the same time Owen, Mary-Kate and Amanda's private school did, which was a week after we got back from France, two weeks after Ashbury started. At least I got caught up.

I had an inital purpose to update....and I just can't remember what it is. Obviously it wasn't important. I'll update if I remember and/or decide it actually was worth writing about.

Trespass sweetly urged.

[06 Oct 2004|10:33pm]
[ mood | okay ]

Ack, spirit week. I don't remember the kids being this....spirited last year. I mean, I know I was a tiny freshman that no one noticed, hence I didn't pay attention to my surroundings, but I really think I would've remembered things being this...extravagant. But then again, I was always reading or mentally composing a letter, or just flat out daydreaming. Or maybe things really aren't as big of a deal this year as I'm making them out to be, I just think they are because no one went all out last year.

Maybe I overanalyze things to death.

Nothing important has really been going on, other than everyone obsessing over Homecoming and the election. There was a debate not too long ago. I'm still completely torn on who to vote for. Maybe I'll just skip the voting altogether. I don't want to upset or offend anyone.

I think my mother's planning on visiting in a few weeks. That's fine, as long as she doesn't take me wedding-shopping. And if she doesn't bring my brother and sisters with her.

26 kisses| Trespass sweetly urged.

[25 Sep 2004|05:09pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Everything you never cared to know :)Collapse )

Trespass sweetly urged.

[17 Sep 2004|07:04pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Well, I don't know why I was so nervous about the board. Everyone seemed perfectly nice. As I predicted, almost no one remembered me (just Xander and Kacey Egan, really). I recognized almost everyone (who wasn't new), but almost no one remembered me. Curse of being shy, I guess. But everyone seemed nice, like I said.

The school election is coming up. I guess Bridget O'Callahan and Sage DeWitt are the candidates. They make me nervous. I learned just from observing last year that Sage is very aggressive. And Bridget's really popular, and probably knows people in high places. I don't want to upset anyone. I'll have to really think about it.

I'm such a loser. It's Friday, and rather than going out like a normal fifteen-year-old, I'm doing my homework. ::sigh:: I'd call Belle or Chloé, but it's after 1 a.m. in France. I really need a life.

Trespass sweetly urged.

[13 Sep 2004|02:37pm]
[ mood | busy ]

I finally have a few minutes to sit down and write. I got back from France the second week of school, so I had some work to catch up on.

My roommate graduated last year (thank God; she was always bitching about how she couldn't believe they put a senior with a freshman), so my parents paid the school to let me keep the room to myself. I mean, if I find out that there's room shortages or something, I'm fine with sharing my room again, but otherwise, I like having the privacy. Although I do miss having someone else there to talk to. Not that Serena and I talked that much.

I heard about the message boards, but I still haven't posted anything. I don't know what to say. I'm sure no one remembers me. And there's a lot of new people. A lot of really cute guys. Not that any of them notice me, either. Just as well, I suppose. The last thing I need is a boyfriend I really like so my parents can dissect him and decide whether or not he's marriage material.

Well, I guess I should make an attempt to get over this shyness thing, at least long enough to post on the message board.

Trespass sweetly urged.

[24 Aug 2004|04:22am]
[ mood | stressed ]

Oh, mon Dieu, mes parents vont me rendre complètement folle! Pourquoi est-ce si important que je me marie à 18 ans juste parce qu'ils l'ont fait, et que Grand-Mère et Grand-Père l'ont fait aussi? Sérieusement, est-ce que le monde va s'écrouler si je ne fais pas exactement la même chose qu'eux? Et disons que je me marie dès que je sors du lycée, est-ce que je dois absoluement épouser un gars d'Ashbury? Présentement, je suis en France, et je sors avec un gars parfait, mais mes parents sont contre lui juste parce qu'il est Français. Pourquoi? Je n'en sais rien! Belle dit que Jean-Luc ne veut pas d'une relation à long terme, ce que je comprends. Après tout, on a seulement quinze ans. En plus, ce serait non seulement une relation à long terme, mais également une relation à distance, et ça, c'est moche. De la merde. Mes parents sont fous. Je ne sais pas ce que je vais faire avec eux. Je dois encore passer une semaine en France. Ne vous méprenez pas, j'adore ça, ici. J'aimerais bien vivre en France un jour. Mais je veux juste m'éloigner de Papa et de Maman, et d'Owen, Mary-Kate et Amanda. Je les aime tous, mais ils sont... très épuisants. Ça sera l'enfer l'an prochain lorsqu'Owen sera là. Et pendant ma dernière année, j'aurai à supporter Owen et Mary-Kate. En tout cas. Peut-être que maman et papa décideront de les envoyer dans une autre école privée.
Il faut que j'y aille, maintenant. Le dîner est prêt, et mes grand-parents s'assurent toujours que le cuisiner nous serve à temps, et Grand-Mère va faire une crise cardiaque si je suis un quart de seconde en retard. Au revoir.

What's it's supposed to say...Collapse )

2 kisses| Trespass sweetly urged.

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