Entries By Julia A.
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“What the hell is brunch,” Caius asked, frowning at the pancakes Delaney was scooping onto his plate.
“It’s between breakfast and lunch,” she explained. “When yer too lazy to eat two whole meals so you just scrunch them both up into one.
“There doesn’t seem to be a point.”
Delaney shrugged with a bright smile. “Not so sure there is one, but you won’t complain once you’ve had one o’ them pancakes! Eat up!”Posted By Julia A. On 03.08.2012 @ 12:20 pm
Here, allow me to demonstrate for you how NOT to be a good friend. Step 1, be clinically depressed. Step 2, refuse any and all forms of help for said clinical depression, opting instead to use your friend as a crutch for your crippling sadness and self-loathing. Step 3, take advantage of your friend’s kindness and guilt-trip them into spending every waking moment of their day with you, even though she is a solitary being by nature and needs a certain number of lonely hours each day to keep sane. Step 4, make these waking moments even more unbearable by constantly belittling yourself, refusing any and all compliments and attempts at consolation, and becoming sullen at the mention of random, perfectly mundane things such as friends and fun.
Repeat.Posted By Julia A. On 03.07.2012 @ 8:29 pm
There was only one swing left once George and May had run and claimed the two closest ones. Sparrow and Lee exchanged a look, then simultaneously burst into a sprint for it.
“No fair no fair no fair no fair!” Sparrow squealed after him as they ran, Lee cackling as his significantly longer legs allowed him to reach the swing quite a few steps before her.Posted By Julia A. On 03.06.2012 @ 12:09 pm
Back in town, and I couldn’t wish more otherwise. I want to go back home, back to 75 degrees Fahrenheit and sitting alone in my room all day. Back to just writing and not having to worry about other people and their sticky feelings and all the ridiculous formalities that make me want to scream and claw at my eyes. I want to go back to just me.Posted By Julia A. On 03.04.2012 @ 4:54 pm
Gavvie was snooping around for the generator with their only flashlight while Erika lit candles and distributed them about the living room. Patrie and Markus were giggling at each other over some inside joke you’d have to be in primary school to think was funny, not bickering for once. When she lit the last wick Erika snuggled up on the couch with them, watching the lightning split the sky out the window and half-wishing they could have power cuts more often.Posted By Julia A. On 02.28.2012 @ 12:32 pm
The crescent moon smiled down on them, just as millions of moons had before. This time it was because Astor had insisted on going camping, and then had further insisted on sleeping under the stars. While Tobias wasn’t at all looking forward to the mosquito bites that he’d acquire from tonight’s open air slumber, he just couldn’t stay mad at the harmless fool curled up on the grass beside him.Posted By Julia A. On 02.27.2012 @ 6:53 pm
“Want some popcorn, Tobes?” Astor asked, rattling the bowl that he had conscientiously placed in between them on the couch.
“No, thank you.”
“You suuuuuuuuuuure?” the trickster spirit pressed, contorting himself so that he was twisted around the bowl in such a way that his head rested on the tall firebird’s shoulder.
“I’m sure, Astor.”
“Mkay, good,” Astor said, and with that he moved the popcorn bowl to his other side so that he could dramatically lay across Tobias’s lap.Posted By Julia A. On 02.26.2012 @ 11:30 am
Loss was something Astor had dealt with his entire life. Immortality brought with it certain consequences, and that was one of them. It had never been easy for him, but he had always accepted it; he was always going to have to watch his friends die and there was nothing he could do about it.Posted By Julia A. On 02.23.2012 @ 11:39 am
Sparrow grinned around at all the pieces in the gallery. She wished she could draw. She supposed she could well enough to get by, but these things, these masterpieces, these were just stunning.
She suddenly sensed a presence beside her. She grinned up at the towering trickster, at her Lee, and he answered her grin with a kiss.Posted By Julia A. On 02.21.2012 @ 12:35 pm
He’d never thought of immortality as a curse until this moment. Until he saw Leona closing the eyes of his best friend’s corpse, he didn’t believe he hated being eternal, didn’t think there was anything so awful about living forever. It wasn’t eternity that was the curse; it was eternity without him.Posted By Julia A. On 02.20.2012 @ 3:30 pm
Hey, I used my camera today. Sorry. It said not to think and just to write, though, so I mean. I don’t see how you can blame me for not making this some sort of deep philosophical drabble about someone with a camera or something. I mean I guess I could try.
The images in the camera were always distorted like the cold waste of her imagination and her life spiraling into oblivion and despair. There. How was that?Posted By Julia A. On 02.05.2012 @ 11:55 am
Our high school’s mascot was a chief. Sequoyah Marching Band of Chiefs, that was us. And we were good. Not the best, but good. And as much as I hated the long practices and putting up with the immature and the annoying and the downright idiotic, I do miss it.Posted By Julia A. On 02.03.2012 @ 2:10 pm
Benedict Cumberbatch is apparently in this show called Cabin Pressure about pilots. Even though he’s gorgeous and impossibly talented, I for some reason have no desire to watch this show. If Tumblr can be trusted, though, a lot of sexual tension exists between one of the characters and a certain cheese tray.Posted By Julia A. On 01.28.2012 @ 9:06 am
The word’s been collar, it seems, for two days now, and the word has been collar, I believe, before. There are so many words out there, such an infinite and incredible number of words, that I get enormously frustrated when this site reuses them. Honestly, the world of English words is at your fingertips, ESPECIALLY on the internet, and I therefore see no reason why I should be asked to write about the word “collar” multiple times.Posted By Julia A. On 01.27.2012 @ 8:16 am
The door rattled on its hinges, but didn’t otherwise budge. He could hear her shrieking behind it, could hear her being torn to pieces by the thing they’d unwittingly trapped in there with her.
“ERIKA!” Gav screamed as loudly as he could, pounding his fists against the wood and wishing someone would hear them and break the salt line before it was too late.Posted By Julia A. On 01.24.2012 @ 1:00 pm
“Make yourself scarce!” Gavvie shouted, grabbing Erika’s wrist and pulling her behind a box.
“What the – Gav!” But then his hand was over her mouth and his eyes were screaming at her to shut up. The door to the compartment slid open and the man with the gun was back, looking more suspicious than ever.Posted By Julia A. On 01.22.2012 @ 9:11 am
My friend Bri loves Project Runway. While I have not watched an incredible amount of episodes of this show, I do have to agree that Tyra is hilarious and fierce and wonderful and stuff. I can’t really type anything super coherent right now because I’m really tired and kind of upset I’ve had a bit of a rough day but I’m trying to get back into doing this so anyway, yeah, Project Runway is cool.Posted By Julia A. On 01.20.2012 @ 4:53 pm
Bellow. Now there’s an underused word. How often to people bellow things anymore? I suppose bellowing is unattractive in this day and age. People want to hear yelling or shouting, but not bellowing. Probably because that implies something a bit more boisterous, a bit more urgent.Posted By Julia A. On 01.17.2012 @ 8:08 am
One of the ideas my sister is kicking around for her senior project is learning to play the accordion. While I think it could be fun, I don’t think it’s really her. And while she’s surprised me in this regard before, I don’t think she’ll actually go through with it. She’s just too… I don’t know. There isn’t really a word for what she’s too much of to follow through with her accordion-playing scheme.Posted By Julia A. On 01.15.2012 @ 8:27 pm
I try to conceal my immense and suffocating dread. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to go back to school. It’s great. I’m getting a quality education and I’ve made some great friends and my job is the best job I’ve ever had, but I don’t want to go back. I never want to go back.Posted By Julia A. On 01.12.2012 @ 7:13 pm
I know this argument has been made and made again, but I DO NOT UNDERSTAND what is attractive about a sparkling gentleman. Even if he wasn’t rock hard and ice cold, even if he didn’t thirst after your blood like I thirst after hot chocolate, what what what WHAT is attractive about a dude who is constantly fucking SPARKLING?Posted By Julia A. On 01.11.2012 @ 3:12 pm
Jesus said to be like the lilies of the field, but I forget exactly what he meant by that. I look at the lilies and try to decide what I would have meant if I had taken it upon myself to say something so veiled and profound. I can’t really think of anything that I like. Be insentient. Be rooted. Be fragile. None of these seems to have the appropriate ring.Posted By Julia A. On 01.08.2012 @ 1:38 pm
She tied on her apron and took a deep breath. This was it. She was willingly going back. Back to the way it had been before. Back to the drama and the laughter that she had always tried to remain on the outskirts of, back to the friends that had dragged her in, had made her feel.Posted By Julia A. On 01.06.2012 @ 7:21 am