I'm not sure about the name of my blog. I'm a little bit in love with it. I also kinda deeply despise it. Like the title of this post. And asterixes*. Vom much?
This year is going to be different. I know this not because I spent day one pitifully washing dishes while dripping with nausea in the middle of nowhere**, but because this year is THE year. I'm turning 21, getting my fookin' degree (with any luck) and shifting to the other side of the world to a place where dreams come true. Maybe by the end of this year I'll stop having such wack dreams and no longer be the "odd girl"? LOLJOKE!
Anywho, these are the good years. The ones I want to remember, and potentially tell my future sp/ouse/awn about after some minor revising of the nitty gritty. The people I've met, the times we've shared and even simply living away from home have made these years the best. Yes, even through the hangovers, failed papers, vague heartaches and literally spending the past year or so living on shaky ground.
So this is my life in writing. My friends. My future. My fun. My (Disney)world.
Well that was cheesy,
Julia xo
* I always read them while reading what I'm reading and it often makes a confusing thing more confusing and I just end up confused, what?
** Can you drip nausea? You can now. I was THAT queasy.
