Julene's journals

I don't let my chin touch my chest in public. I work hard to push my shoulders back (tits out?) and keep a stiff upper lip. When I run at night I carry myself pretty well for a sweaty, panting tattooed girl that makes the locals stare from their patio steps. 3 miles in 40 minutes isn't too bad, though I still have to spend parts of it speed-walking instead of full out running. I just try not to let my heart rate drop. Charlie told me about sit-ups that are downright painful, so if they don't work she will feel my wrath. Or I'll pull her hair. Something.

I take back every bad thing I've ever said about Britney Spears, by the way. Her newest album is ideal for working out to, as much as I hate to admit it. I can't deal with listening to sappy R&B right now (you should only do that in the early stages of a new romance) so power-pop is it for a bit. And a lot of Dance Gavin Dance, but that's a different story.

My arm has healed marvelously. For an inconvenient, itchy, and somewhat funky-smelling as healing under saran wrap for 3 days may be... it fucking works. I only have one teensy scab near my armpit, which is usually not the case. Usually my whole arm is a crusty colored scab that grosses me out for at least a month after a tattoo appointment. I'm glad I get to skip on that from here on out.

Lately I've been struck by more tattoo ideas. That's my coping mechanism to keep me entertained with myself... getting tattooed. I have an idea to go over my kneecap, though locating someone that can tell me not only how it feels but how long they were limping for after is a bit hard. Looks like not many people feel like getting their kneecaps tattooed these days, what a pity. I still want to get the word "eugenics" on my throat/neck, however people have pointed out a few things to me:

1. it makes me sound like Hitler, or at least very racist (which isn't the case but I suppose it could appear that way)
2. it sounds like I'm doing it just to be offensive (which let's face it, I kindof am; the idea is still hilarious though.)
3. it makes me come off as some kind of elitist (which I am when it comes to who should be allowed to perpetuate their genetics as we close in on 7 billion people on the planet)
4. this is not a hideable tattoo, and I don't even have my hands done (...yet)

I think people take me too seriously. This always happens. I come up with a very vague idea that doesn't need to be dissected down to its most finite point... and people do that anyway. For those of you not familiar with the term (or at least interested in brushing up on it's definition) please see this wikipedia article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eugenics

The group I surveyed on this idea (all anonymous internet folks) responded with a resounding "that is fucking stupid... but you're so hot I almost forgive you." Does a pretty face mean a free pass on this issue? I'm not really sure, it's not like I'm looking to get this tattooed next week or something. I thought about putting it on my second knuckles as well, but I have a list about three pages long of ideas for those suckers. I like to sit on important ideas for looooong periods of time (usually,  unless it's something pointless like lips on my ass or a pirate logo on my upper back) before I get them done. Example: the Lenore tattoo was debated on for 6 years prior to my doing it. The pieces I have planned out for the fronts of both of my thighs have been under consideration for 3+ years.

I'm still trying to find an adventurous (read: possibly retarded) photographer willing to shoot me at a place off Sunset. It is not hidden from passer/drivers-by, and could result in both of us getting a ticket for my indecent exposure. My idea is really good, but finding people with skill willing to take risks in the legal/fine-receiving departments is proving more difficult then I initially thought. I'm going to start offering cake and mashed potatoes in an attempt to convince them that this is a really good idea. Any takers?

I am super-exhausted because I go out too much. I should probably chill the fuck out on that for a bit... but why would I want to when there's places to go and people to see? Do you think 300 situps will make me feel better? Tune in at my lunch break to find out...





P.S. I am a little late on this train, but I really want a polaroid camera. I have an idea for (yet another) creative project I will only remember to work on sometimes over the next year until it's completed. Then it will make me a bajillion dollars. No really, I'm serious.

a mounted unicorn head you say?

i need this. after i get my claws on a pair of black claw money nike vandals.



farhaad would be a much better friend if he would take me on a shoe-hunt adventure. with his A/C all the way on, because the heat outside is way out of control. who said it was okay for it to be over 100 degrees today?

i pulled a total retard move this morning and went to the office. it didn't click that the face it took me between 5 and 10 minutes to get there (instead of 30-45 minutes like it usually does in the morning) meant it was a holiday. oops. neither did the empty parking lot or locked gates near the office. i am such a moron.

right now my arm is so goddamn itchy. i saran healed it (shut up, i realize this is not suggested) because i typically have a lot of problems with my whole damn tattoo turning into a scab. i am currently scab-free, just a little bit of peeling... but my arm is constantly itchy. goddamn it. i forgot the same thing happened when jae tattooed my calf last october. :/ at least i kept all the purdy purples & black shading that i had done. i just want this damn tattoo finished--it's been over 2 years since i had the outline done.


speaking of tattoos, if you have some (or want to know the best places to get some) you should check out my post in the body mods forum. and add to it because eventually one of you will know of good places to go in socal.

today i:

- accidentally poked myself in the eye with a pencil
- snuggled with my cat. then she bit me. :(
- took out a chunk of my thigh on  the sharp part of my desk.
- saw wall-e (um, nobody told me it was a robotic love story. awesome.)
- picked small pieces of purple skin layers off my arm. when will this fucker stop peeling again?!
- ate over half a bag of pistachios

tomorrow i will:

- consider running then not do it because it's too hot
- spend quality time with jenna
- eat at least one bowl of reese's peanut butter cup cereal
- finish doing my laundry
- potentially get bit by my cat again.



sidenote: my room is like a freezer. it is awesome.

lately i've been on a lot of adventures in a very short span of time. my adventure partner had to go back home, which happens to be 3,000 miles away. we had to fit a lot of neat stuff into a very short period in time.


here's something that may or may not have at one point been in the new simpson's ride at universal studios. i may have woken up to it in my bedroom, or something. ;) really though, i've been through a rough patch what with the epic computer meltdown which led to am unforseen financial crisis so having a four foot tall reminder that i can pull through anything is pretty nice.





most kids i knew growing up had a stop sign on their wall they'd stolen at some point. i guess this is my way of one-upping them.




in the midst of all my stress i went through about 4 packs of marlboro ultra lights. i'm not even all that disappointed, because after i finished the last one i decided that i just needed something to help me calm down about maxing out my credit cards. then i took some time to sit down and plan out the next month or two financially and i think i've figured out how to make it work. not nearly as close to the end of the world as i previously thought.

about two weeks ago i read a post on my favorite blog that talked about some graffiti artist in LA that paints chickens. Several days later I spotted these while on a trip to some weird vintage store in Silverlake. I wish I could peel it off the bricks and stick it to the wall in my room as some kind of inspiration to believe in love or something. Actually, I think it has more to do with the fact that I feel like summer should be filled with beautiful things I don't fully understand the meaning behind.







So far I think I'm doing a pretty good job of locating beatiful things to be confused by. I feel like it's the nature of summer for me to drive around in my little Honda with no A/C blaring punk rock love songs and sweating my ass off. Oh, and improving my driver's tan. I think my left arm is roughly five or six shades darker than my right. I didn't even know it was possible for me to tan anymore--it's been ages since I had regular exposure to sunlight.

i am still adjusting to my new haircut, which the stylist graciously agreed to re-shape the saturday after the hair thingy. i was worried that it was still too masculine, but i think it actually makes my cheekbones stand out more. i'm a big fan of accentuating my finer features. i fooled around with the color of the photo below in photoshop as an experiment and am too lazy to track down the unedited version, but here's a pretty good idea of what my hair looks like on both sides. i think it will grow out nicely, though i'm still trying to understand how i not only own a tubetop, but it matches the color of purple in my hair. (yeah, my hair is really purple right now.)





i finally went to the beach--twice! i didn't go in the water because i kept forgetting my swimsuit, but i never got there until late afternoon which really isn't an ideal time to go swimming anyway i guess. tonight i am planning a little excursion to santa monica for some quality reflection time while sitting in the sand. i think it might be chilly enough for me to wear jeans and a hoodie, which is kinda exciting for me. i guess i miss not running around in minimal clothing because of the heat.

i have a trip home coming up soon that i have mixed feelings about. it'll be nice to be in town for my brother's 19th birthday and have an exceptionally late father's day dinner with my dad... but there's only so much i can do in 4 days. everyone's making designs on my time which stresses me out, because i already know someone's going to be mad that i left without hanging out with them. i have half a mind to ditch most people and just enjoy the company of a select few people down to go to the bar at noon. at least i have a tattoo appointment (that i'm getting a killer discount on or i totally couldn't pull it off) to work towards finishing the lenore tattoo on my right arm. the linework has been sitting there untouched for two and a half years at this point. i can't wait to get the shading done so i can move into color and fixing up the top portion that i got when i was 19. green tattoo artists can be as nice as they please, but the quality of the work has to be upgraded eventually.


 



so there you have it. time to get back to giving myself carpal tunnel from writing a whole lot of emails and wondering what kind of insanity july may have in store for me. what can i say, i'm stoked to see what kind of trouble i can get myself in (and out of).

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wow. the past 48-72 hours have been really, really out of control. my bug bites swelling to where i was limping (that was awesome. really.) to some board on my macbook frying friday night just as i was leaving work. out of the blue my machine is just... OFF. i plug it back in and hear a sizzling noise... needless to say that was hint #1 that shit was definitely not good. i drove from the office to a nearby friend's house because not only can you not book an appointment at an apple store over the phone, but i wasn't sure if there was going to be any open time at an apple store within 500 miles on a friday.

apple guy: "um... you're not going to like me."

me: "..."

apple guy: "see, you're technically still under warantee"

me: "..."

apple guy: "the [blahtechstuffblah]board fried"

me: "..."

apple guy: "this is one of two things our waranatee doesn't cover. so... you're looking at very least $800"

me: "..."

replace all ".."s on my part with looks of confusion/shock/horror/distress. in that order. long story short i have $750 in repairs because of the only shit that my extended warantee doesn't actually cover.it took some work but i found a place that could repair it and give me a "loaner" until my machine is finished.

here's something kindof interesting: your local apple store can always suggest nearby places that will do repairs for cheaper. the places they recommend are always apple certified, which means they are just as knowledgeable as the techs in the apple store. however these places generally charge less and offer rentals on laptops until yours is fixed. overall you wind up saving money & you aren't computer-less until your computer's fixed. i'd say i'm happy about that, but let's face it nobody is ever glad to spend a large chunk of change near the end of the month.

took a nap last night (i wouldn't dare call it sleep) that was interrupted for an hour or so at a time by phone calls. apparently my little brother decided to go to mexico while visiting his best friend. actually, it's worse than that. my stupid brother decided he absolutely had to go to tijuana. do you see where this is headed? kid got mugged, stranded, etc. in mexico. what a great way to spend my saturday night, right?

long story short i didn't have to drive to tijuana to get my brother, though i was in the midst of figuring out how he could get home. rush orders for replacement passports aren't cheap, but whatever.

i think i'm going to go pound my head against the wall and then try to actually get some sleep. i'm all stressed out and close to the point where you get delusional from lack of sleep. funnnnn.

edit:yeah, three new bug bites... forearms and ON MY GODDAMN PALM! UGHHHHHHHHH!

for some reason i am in a sharing mood, so first let's cover the dykeasaurus rex haircut i got.

1.) me at 8:30am on some patio at vidal sassoon. this is my cute haircut & color that nyx gave me and i was in love with.



2.) in the chair, realizing that i am actually part of some hairshow...?


sidenote: do you see that coffee on the left? i got it at coffee bean & tea leaf, which i had never tried previously. now i know why--it was fucking disgusting. not that i threw the damn thing away, because i am useless without my morning coffee.


3.) here i am with my first round of foils. i was under the impression the bleaching they were doing every third foil or so was for red dye...



4.) do i or do i not look like a stegosaurus at this point? i was pretty amused by this.



5.) last of the foils in my hair. at this point nothing had been cut off so i was doing pretty okay.



next thing i know after everything is rinsed out the majority of my hair is sitting in my lap. then they did awful things to my face with scary makeup. the result photos from vidal:








apparently this "line" is called HOWL, which is a goth-inspired 80's hairstyles. jesus h. christ what did they do to my fucking hairrrrrrrr?! i called the stylist responsible later on that night bawling because let's face it, this is not a good fucking look for me.



you can't really see it in these photos, but there is fucking *BLUE* in my hair. i hate blue hair on myself, because it really accents the fact that i never sleep and have huge bags under my eyes. i look like a raccoon.

 >.<

now here i am today... i am trying to console myself that i will be going all the way back to santa monica tomorrow to have this re-shaped a bit in the back and on the sides. then i am buying nioxin stuff (thanks to annaliese for the tip) that will hopefully make my hair grow back a bit faster then it would on it's own.





please don't get me wrong, i know this is a very fashion-y haircut. however, rocking it in day-to-day life is really hard. i have a very feminine face and when wearing makeup it's not too bad... but i didn't realize i was going to lose all my hair prior to my trip home (which i want to look really good for so my mom realizes that i am doing well) and a few shoots i was lining up.


IN OTHER NEWS... i am starting to worry about all the mosquito bites i've accumulated over the past four days. my right thigh and lower left side of my back each have about 4-6 bites and the swelling is painful. the area around the bites is hard to the touch, and noticeably hot to the touch.

oh, and my leg has a thick reddened area running up it where there are no bites...?

that's probably not a good sign, right? if the swelling/itching/pain hasn't diminished by sunday night i guess i will have to go find out if i need to have a bunch of allergy shots. i am seriously really, really allergic to mosquito bites & have been since childhood. hopefully no amputation will be involved, but if there is maybe i will start getting checks from the government. that might be kinda neat.

... when you guys mention what theme i picked out for that sunday in blogs & comments. it makes that extra 10 minutes of work that much more rewarding. <3

xoh!
-julene

lately i do not sleep in my own bed or get enough sleep on a nightly basis. i do go on adventures to places all over hollywood in search of delicious meals, and a large (strong) whiskey-coke. it is amazing to me that a small increase in happiness can make me a much more productive person, which in turn makes me happier. (now is the ideal time to ask: is there a term for the exact opposite of a vicious cycle?)



for a very long time i was convinced it was impossible for me to write without being in some depressed lull of my existence. the past few weeks have proven this to be entirely untrue, even if all i'm writing is random bullshit to update my other blog with. i'm seriously debating the revival of my blog-persona-self that i retired back in 2006. if nothing else, the practice is worth the large clump of hair i pulled out of my head while trying to update my server from wordpress v.2.2 to v.2.5.1. (translation: nerdy webpage stuff that almost led to my head exploding.)



i have noticed i wear my new godsgirls tanktop on a pretty regular basis. however, wearing this shirt made me decide there is a course of action that needs to be taken over the next little while for two things i really want; a scion tC and a new set of boobs. i figure the car is about double the cost of the rack i want, so first i will work towards this car replacement. when the car's half paid off i will start making more serious inquiries into plastic surgery. baby steps ensure i don't go overboard (or into debt) while still working towards what i want.



speaking of what i want, i found out a close friend of mine is in the process of training with the most high-tech and effective new tattoo removal lasers on the market. i guess this means i can finally get a quote for having the stupid bird on my left arm lightened enough to cover up, eh?



i think i give up on being psycho about working out and dieting for the next two weeks. i have too much going on to seriously try to be a health nut without suffering some kind of time-constraint related meltdown. there's a few shoots i have coming up, compounded by the fact i have some sort of preliminary work being done to my hair to prepare me for some big hair show in a few months...? hair stylists are so secretive, and i just don't get it. as long as i continue to not have to show anyone my fivehead i will be happy.



there's all the photobooth photos i feel comfortable sharing with you/all the energy i had to tell you about my life right now. goodnight. <3

I realize I have 5 hours of tattoo time at the end of this month... but I'm coming up on like 8 months without getting tattooed and I am going insane.

It is probably a good thing I'm at the office and therefore saved from myself, because I'd probably do something stupid like start another big piece or something. And we all know I finish those in a timely manner.