Hello fellow Beatles fanatic!
7.2.07
Hey! It's me, Julia, welcoming you to my site. This website is dedicated to (as you may have already guessed) the Beatles! Well, I have biographies, icons, HTML music codes, and more. Feel free to browse but remember one thing. NO STEALING!!!!
Bored and blogging
It's me Julia, bored and bloggin'. I'm soooo glad that school's FINALLY out. June went by in a flash. My report card was excellent. I got an A+ in Trigonometry, A in English, A+ in History, A+ in Chemistry, A in Gym, and an A+ in Spanish. Final exams...didn't AS well as I hoped. All A's, except for Spanish (A+!). Overall, I think I did fine. Turned eighteen days ago...so now I can get driving lessons! Yay! My birthay loot included upgrades for my laptop, some clothes, CDs, and keys...to a brand-new BMW!!! Hurray!
Vacation
Well, I'm back from Hawaii! The flight to and fro was heck, literally. The morning of our flight, my entire family OVERSLEPT! We had to skip breakfast, dress as quickly as possible, and sacrifice spending time make sure all of our luggage was safely in the car. My parents and I hurried into the BMW, threw our three suitcases, my guitarcase, my laptop bag, and my backpack into the hatch. After LUCKILY making it to the airport on time, we put all of our luggage through the security check, with the exception of my guitar (I'll never part with it, NEVER!!!). On the plane (first class seating, of course), I tried stuffing the case into the baggage compartment. It didn't fit! One of the old, crabby flight attendants (Flo) told me, " Leettle lady, you cain't carry thees
bag on! It's too big, Ah say! " When I eventually caved and gave my guitar to
her, she tried to insult my clothing. " Lait-thur boots! En Hah-wy! Blaik ah-shadow! Yuh know, you have NO sense of stahle! " I wasn't miffed in the least bit. "Bite me, old bag." I muttered and I sat in my seat with a huff. When I turned to my left to see who my companion would be for the rest of the ride. I saw a big, fat, balding slob with a large mole sticking out of his left nostril. An obnoxious odor of wet dog, kasha, expired chili, and other mysterious scents were being unconciously emitted from his body. I rolled my eyes and hoped for the eleven-hour ride to be over soon.
I tried to pass the time reading some books from my tote bag. After digging around for several minutes, I found my favorite: The Collected Works of Oscar Wilde . After leafing through the pages for a good story, I finally settled with the play A Woman of No Importance Then the big, fat guy, (whom I later nicknamed 'Porky') pulled out his iPod and began to listen to it. He must have been a real Eminem fan, because he was chanting raps louder than your average sonic boom. At any rate, I was giving him looks of annoyance, shooting him looks of disdain whenever I could. When he finally caught me, he said in a deep, rude voice, "Hey little missy, got a problem with my rappin'?" I nodded. He retorted, "Well goody-goody gumdrops!" I rolled my eyes, not only at his irritating persistence but more at his pathetic reply. After brief moments of contemplating revenge, I reached into my bag and got out MY iPod. I sifted through 580 songs and eventually found a loud tune to my liking. Setting the volume to the appropriate level, I began to jam. "Sheep dog! Standing in the rain! Bullfrog! Doing it again!" Porky poked me. "Girl, either shut up, or bug off!" I either ignored him or didn't hear him. "
What make you think you're
something special when you smile ?"
"Shut up."
"Childlike,no oneunderstands
!"
"Shut up!"
"Jack knife, in your sweaty hands."
"SHUT UP!!!!!!"
The flight attendants of the plane scrambled over, and tell him that he is two seconds away from being thrown off the plane. His silence for the remaining seven hours of the flight were golden.