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  <title>Juli</title>
  <subtitle>Juli</subtitle>
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    <name>Juli</name>
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  <updated>2006-09-11T21:48:37Z</updated>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-09-11T16:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T21:48:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T21:48:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Being Sunday night and all, Joseph and I spent the evening at Theo's. Spending $1 on pints of Ziggan and feeding the jukebox quarters the whole night. At some point, I motioned to this guy across the bar and I said, 'Hey. That guy has a crush on me.' Joseph always thinks I'm being snobby and egotistical when I call this out, but hey. I spend alot of time sitting around in bars, I know the signs when they're pointing to FREE DRINKS. But not last night, because I was there with my friend and having a goodtime being dumb together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph gets up and goes to the bathroom and I can see this coming from a MILE away. Said guy gets up, hesitates, I try to look mean and unapproachable because I don't want this unfolding. But so be it, his friend is egging him on and he starts the plank walk to my bar stool. And what gets me here, is that he sits down exactly where Joseph was sitting while saying 'Is this seat taken?' Like he hadn't been staring at me and my best friend downing beers upon beers for an hour? OKAY. Well. I am about to say, 'Yes, I'm here with my friend' when I see him get this pants-down look, I turn around and Joseph is walking back with the MEAN hispanic look that I HATE. Because when he does it, he looks like he's in a gang. Seriously. Joseph goes, 'Hey.' and this crazy guy goes, 'Uh... is this your chick?' and Joseph looks at me and I smile the okay and he goes, 'Yes.' and crazy guy starts apologizing like the crazy guy he is and Joseph just stares him down and goes, 'What's your name?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tail between the legs like-whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would vote ballsy to even begin, but in actuality, it would have been ballsy to come talk to both of us and see what was going on. Well, anyways. A barfight would be an awesome way to end it in the CC ;)</content>
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    <title>On the weekends</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T23:14:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T23:14:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I go to dance clubs. Because obviously, I love to dance. To any kind of music at any kind of club. Booty? Check! 80's? Check! Country? Check! (well... I try) Tejano? Check! Gay? Check! Salsa? Check! (Again, I put my best foot forward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really like to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come home, I usually have 1 or 2 of those paper 21-and-up bracelets on my wrist.  Every morning, I cut them off and throw them in the garbage (or accidentally wear them around like the next big fashion statement) One day, Johnny finds 2 laying in the garbage and he picks them up and says, 'Juli?! Why would you throw your beautiful bracelets away?!' (He calls most things beautiful) so I picked them out and shortened them and taped them to his wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a couple of weeks ago.  My sister went out the other night and comes home with a 21-and-up bracelet and Johnny yells, 'WHY ARE YUO WEARING JULI'S BEAUTIFUL BRACELETS?!??!!?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mom says, 'Juli... you go out too often.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true story.</content>
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    <title>DOUGGGIE HOUSER!!</title>
    <published>2006-09-04T22:05:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-04T22:05:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tom petty</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/necktattoo2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neck tattoo! I'm totally Corpus Christi ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/spadetattoo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice fade!!!  .... shade? .... are you in a gang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/renjos.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggles 1 and Giggles 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/erinjul.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ErinMC and the finest beer around. P.S. I am totally laying the mack down in this picture ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/nph.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that Neil Patrick Harris worked at the Denny's in Corpus Christi?! (Please note the super sleuth angle that this picture was taken, as to not anger NPH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/nph2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look beyond me being awesomely d-d-drunk-looking, you will notice that I am indeed standing next to NPH. (I told this poor guy that I was from The Netherlands and that this was my first time in America, so I am a little overzealous on the picture taking. And I throw in something about Conan O'brian (I don't know how these things fall from my mouth)and ask if he'll pose with me. NPH says to me, 'You're not from The Netherlands!' and I say, 'HOW COME I CAN'T BE FROM THE NETHERLANDS?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I met NPH last night at Denny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ENDING INDEED.</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-09-02T11:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-02T16:28:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-02T16:28:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Joseph took me on a picnic yesterday. And we played air hockey at the mall. (which I won. Naturally.) Then to Theo's for a nightcap. Even though it was just 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the g-g-g-gay bar to go dancing with Kiara and co. She has friends from Target who go to the club IMMEDIATLY after work so they're wearing their khaki's and red shirts. HOW COOL IS THAT? Now that is committment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GUYS! I JUST WANNA &lt;i&gt;DANCE!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, in a long time, I was there just to dance it off. And also, drink far too many redbulls b/c I was driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say, but even though I was there to partake in dancing gay madness, that nagging thought was always there. I hate when you semi-expect to see someone who you don't want to see in a club or at a bar. It's hard to dance that feeling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to a call from one MIKER THE BIKER. Best way to wake up? So far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, today is going to be a GOOD day &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-08-26T17:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-26T22:32:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-26T22:32:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Joseph and I went out last night to House of Rock with plans to barhop (per usual? hah.) and surprisingly got an invite to CLUB TOXIC!!!! whoa-a-a-a. We are NOT club toxic people. so we decided to go. for kicks and giggles. and one things I love, I mean absolutely love, is when I am the only-only white girl in a bar. I LOVE IT! Okay... maybe not so much ;) But such is a life I can lead in CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then go to TEJANOVILLE! Which is exactly as it sounds. And Joseph (bless his heart) says something about me being white and not being able to tejano-my-heart-out. And if you know me, you know when someone says juli-can-not, I want nothing more but to do. So I grab his hand and bum rush the hispanic cowboys and girlfriends. I am really the most unabashedly white person ever. And it comes out on a dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's pretty much it. I seriously enjoy being a dork. END.</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-08-25T07:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T12:54:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T12:54:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; min-height:250px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Is Your Role In A Relationship? (Male and Female, detailed results with Anime Pics!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/t65kjp.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are the Free Spirit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Free Spirits are mysterious beings, often nature loving, rarely in one place for long, always moving on. Your mystery is your greatest appeal, and your completely unreserved nature can be very attractive. You're not afraid to dance around in the rain or dive in a giant pile of leaves like a five year old. Embarrassment is not something you are well acquainted with.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some people might consider you to be snobby, and it's true that you can sometimes be aloof, but you are not deliberately condescending, in fact, you believe most people to be better than you, and from your distant perch you can see all the positive attributes that aren't so obvious when close by.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a wandering soul who drifts in and out of people's lives, often without realising the impact and affect you have on them. Most of the time you presume people forget you almost as soon as you leave, but your mystery has kept many a heart ensnared for long after you have moved on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most compatible with:&lt;/b&gt; The Cynic&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You need to be given a free rein in a relationship - not be expected to show up on time to dates or make any grand shows of commitment. The Cynic will expect nothing of you, and likes it that you expect nothing of them. With no expectations on either side, the only way to go is up, and with your allure keeping the Cynic interested in you, you'll be surprised how attached you could get!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Least compatible with:&lt;/b&gt; The Controlling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The last thing you want is to end up caged. The Controlling will try to rein you in, keep you under control, crushing your independent spirit. You would feel suffocated and dispirited very quickly, and it wouldn't be long before you wilted to half your former glory.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your song is:&lt;/b&gt; Universe and U, KT Tunstall&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/t65kea.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/occultmagic/quizzes/What+Is+Your+Role+In+A+Relationship%3F+%28Male+and+Female%2C+detailed+results+with+Anime+Pics%21%29"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/occultmagic/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=2858135"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA! Usually I stay away from these quizzes, but this one I had a hankering to take :) Is it any wonder?</content>
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    <title>there's beauty in the break down</title>
    <published>2006-08-19T06:30:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-19T06:30:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Garden State Soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I broke it off. and I meant it when I did it. and I mean it now. and it hurt. More than I thought, I called Joseph crying, asking him to pick me up and take me to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I liked him more than most guys, so I was going to be honest with him. He made me unhappy more than happy. and I don't need that. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because honestly, I don't. I could do better here. But it still hurts. Maybe because his response was okay, alright? No fight, no questions, just a give. GAME OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least when it was good it was good and when it was fun it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joseph did come get me. And we remedied this night with broken beer bottles and a good dose of illegal trespassing.</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-08-15T10:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-15T15:21:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-15T15:21:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dudes. I will be 23 soon. DUN DUN DUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me. I'm scared&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm an official NANNY. What what what? Well, I am applying tomorrow at Hurbs, so I can be a cheesy waitress in the greasiest hole in the wall burger joint in CC. At least I would be getting out of the house. Making a dime. (and yes, a dime is probably all I would be making.) (enough drinking money to get me through? Is that AA to say? Sometimes I think my family drives me there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because being Mary Poppins isn't all it's cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other other news, it seems that Zack won't drive out to CC to see me or take me on an actual date, but he WILL invite me to his family bar-b-q as well as to move in with him. And perhaps that's just the pace. Skip over alllll the details of getting to know someone. Then again, he's no fish in my barrel. and that my friends, that right there is the draw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Back to my teaspoons of sugar!</content>
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    <title>That goddamn river.</title>
    <published>2006-08-14T01:06:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-14T01:06:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Frey</lj:music>
    <content type="html">All of my fun posts go to my myspace. Which leaves lj for my intropection and other assorted stuff that I would never dream of putting up on myspace. no no no. A blog division? God, I'm such a nerd. But my lj has stuck with me for 4 years. Hmmm. Well, then there's that. But I am sorry for my lj being sort of a downer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in CC. and aha. Everything comes crashing down around my ears. I never know what I want. Like ever. and then what I do want, I know I shouldn't want. or can't have. or shouldn't even begin to want because I can't have it. and because I can't have it, does that mean I want it extra bad? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p-p-p-p-p-pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Zack's last night. And while yes, everything started off so well, that too ended crashing around my ears. more his ears. But for sure, our collective ears. Sometimes I am so detached from how I act. It's like my emotions arn't connected to my actions. Sometimes that is. because I am fairly attached to these emotions of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Step back. It's only my first full day back in CC. Living with my family. Faced with everything I hate facing. my worst fears come to life! and yes, I feel like spending most of the time in my room, curled up in a ball in my bed listening to Joseph Arthur. but no, I will not go out like that. I'm not going down in TX without a fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My battle tonight? Joseph and I are taking on $1 pints of dark beer at Theo's. Because Joseph always makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Out of exactly nowhere, Zack offered his spare bedroom to me for a month. Now there's an offer that shouldn't be so tempting because it's a horrible idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is.</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-08-02T13:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-02T18:15:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-02T18:15:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">decisions done and done. Moving out of Austin on Aug 13th! Moving out of my apartment... tonight? Crashing on Alex's couch until summer school is over. And then Corpus Christi Madness. And then hopefully, South Korea Madness. And then Life Madness in general. Which is now, come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaand Chipoltes? Yes. I think so.</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-07-31T21:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-01T02:22:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-01T02:26:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[ERROR ERROR: NOT MEANT FOR THE PUBLIC. RAMBELING JULI MIND NOTES]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have one official contract for Seoul, South Korea for Sept 20 and one more interview for a city outside Seoul (as in 1 million people, not 10 million) for Wednesday morning. Also for Sept 20th. Which takes a load off my non-passported mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and brings up the question? Where to go (or is that 'where to stay'?) until the 20th of Sept? I could try to stay in Austin til Sept 1st,  go about my Austin-ways (which no, are not healthy.) or I could camp out in Corpus with my family (my Corpus-ways? not so healthy either) The only problem being, living with my family. I guess a pros and cons list is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's just going to come down to how much I like my job with the city of Austin. I could do both. Maybe I will do both? but my Austin friends were apparently Summer-Austinites, because they're already migrating back to their schools and homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just about a month left in the states, I wonder if I could make it up to AK? Money money mooooney. but I would love to. It would be my yearly visit. and I could reflect on how much my life has changed since I last was there. &amp;lt;--- joke, because I'm still a hobo jumping into things that are over my head. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at my job I am making $450/week. (which yes, is alot of bling in my hot little hobo hand) Right now I have 2 weeks planned out in Austin, but a third would take me into Aug 20th, which would be a month in Corpus (where I have no job lined up and I have to share a car) (but I have friends up the ass, a family to be family to and a guy that I like who likes me and I am okay with him liking me and the ocean side and all the ghettoness that is CC that I have fallen in love with.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like any well-planned Juli move, we're just going to play this one by ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Myspace is a piece of shit. It works like 1/4 times. I hate Tom for giving me an addiction and then making it unavailavle. Fuck you Mr. Tom.</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-07-27T16:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-27T22:18:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-27T22:18:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh crikey. Sometimes I do these completely un-juli-like things. The unjuliness = life unrulyness. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still up in the air about Austin VS South Korea. I feel like I would be dumb and dumb not to go to South Korea. I'm pretty sure in my heart and in my head that I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta feel like I have made a huge mess out of Austin. I know how to make a mess like nobody's business. Let's reflect on the positive, shall we? I am doing really good in school. (minus all the not-going I have done.) I am training for my city job next week. I have met a lot of people. I have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative? I have seemed to have dropped the ball on a couple of things. Such as going to school. And finding a place to rent for August. And calling people back that I don't want to call back so I will never end up calling back. and blowing people off. I blow people off like it's my job. and by people, mostly I mean dudes. That's probably my one realllllly bad habit. I don't even like myself very much as a result. But I think, when I give a dude my number and he says he'll call and doesn't, I don't beat myself up over it. I can hardly stand to care. And I wouldn't ever leave 2 messages being like, 'call me back. call me back.' I probably wouldn't even call twice. Arn't there rules about this sort of thing? And how come these guys don't know these rules? I thought everyone knew not to act deseperate. even if you really are desperate. You don't act it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I went salsa dancing last night. And I went to a party at someones house who I didn't know. So I took that oppertunity to eat their birthday cake. You know how I love birthday cake. Also things that are free, I love those just as well. It was sortof boring, but apparently there were rockstars there, from some band that was touring through Austin. But instead of making drunk talk to emo-hair boys, I ate cake. And then Taco Bell. Which actually I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going out with Sidney the Salsa dancer. I know this sounds pretty horrible, but I don't see what he sees in me. And while I'm not one to toot toot toot my own horn, I'm also not one to feel like this. He's like the blackest black person I know. His closet if full of shoes that after he wears, he puts back in the original box. And he's the strong/silent type. Which as it turns out, isn't so much my type. He's a professional dancer. but also a rapper/producer. and he's smooth. and honestly handsome. (how often do I say handsome? please.) and he just called and left a message on my cell phone. and I guess the race card is always on the table. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more humorous news, as I was waiting for the bus this afternoon, an older guy pulls up to me in his minivan and asks if I need a lift somewhere. and I'm thinking, 'well duh. I'm standing under a bus stop sign.' but I am saying 'haha. no. That's cool.' and I need to think about looking as mean as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. this post is everywhere. I'm everwhere today.</content>
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    <title>I knew you when</title>
    <published>2006-07-25T19:34:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-25T19:35:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Yellowcard</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am completely in love with all of my friends. All day, everyday &amp; everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop, turn, take a look around &lt;br /&gt;At all the lights and sounds. &lt;br /&gt;Let them bring you in. &lt;br /&gt;Slow burn, let it all fade out, &lt;br /&gt;Pull the curtain down. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you’ve been?&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Welcome to Corpus Christi, TX.</title>
    <published>2006-07-24T21:51:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-24T21:52:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Raconteurs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/oceandr.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/cc.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see downtown Corpus from here. Which makes me feel cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/drive.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is TX as well. But reminds me of being 17 and driving in the rain and being in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/cc2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/jokesandjumbles-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Joseph the rancher and Juli the waitress. Both from Montana. At least that's what our waiter thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/jokes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Hungover Glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/jumbles.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell how much you had to drink the night before! or where you ended up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/girlsnight-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/mouth.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/pump.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/johnny.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/juliLjohnny.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/juliljohnny2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/boykill/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaand GOODNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-07-20T18:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-20T23:36:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-20T23:36:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A few noteable items here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I am in Corpus Christi for the weekend. aaaand it's tense. WHAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I went salsa dancing last night. I dressed to the nines. When Meredith and Sarah and I got there, we pointed to this tall black guy and said, 'WOW. he's the best dancer EVER.' I'm talking SO-YOU-THINK-YOU-CAN-DANCE?! And I was so impressed with the salsa like never before. and then ashamed because I am a horrible salsa-two-step-electric-slide dancer. but I try, and I have fun, and that's what's most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Half way through the night said phenomenal dancing guy comes over to where I am sitting and offers me his hands and I go, 'ME?!?!' and he says yes. So I kindly oblige. but not before saying this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. I've been watching you all night and you're by far the best dancer in here. And you need to know, that I am probably the worst. I am the whitest girl dancer from Alaska that you will ever come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)and he says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't of been watching me all night because I've been watching you all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)and I say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)And so we dance and teaches me some salsa (I had alot of teachers that night, but he was by far the most awesome) Then I let him go, cause I know his dance card is full to the max and all the other salsa girls were staring and wondering, 'why is he dancing with her?!' and he says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave, come see me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) So NATURALLY, I go to the bar, grab a napkin and write:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the dance. Call me. &amp;lt;3 Juli &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) And I did give it to him at the end of the night. but the moral of the story was WOW. Why do these things happen to me? and I am so so so thankful that they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I got my first teaching contract in South Korea in Seoul for a year. I also got hired by the city of Austin as a clerk I. with my very own cubicle to decorate. but moreover the cubicle is the awesomeness that is Austin and Texas and Me combined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I take off for Korea for a year, I'm still a hobo. If I stay in Austin, I set roots. I am so so so torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Did I mention that I am in Corpus Christi? Woo.</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-07-18T18:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T23:32:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T23:32:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jack Johnson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I should be studying right now for my Deviance test tomorrow morning. Or biking to Rackroom to buy adult shoes for my adult job interview tomorrow morning. As it so happens, you can't walk through life in $2 Old Navy sandles. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spread my net wide. As in over-the-seas-wide. Worrrldwide. And now I have 4 phone interviews this week to teach abroad. I also have 3 weeks left in Austin. Life closes in and catches up to me when I turn my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I skipped class (yeah, not much changes) to go to Barton Creek with Meredith and Sarah. It's a cold spring. Where you can sunbath topless! I however, spared my breasts the carcinogenic UV rays. Maybe a day will come when it's not 102 degrees out? Maybe. We ate lunch at a vegan cafe and then desert at a bakery. Tomato artichoke bisque, green salad with cocunut almond dressing and a chocolate fruit tart with coffee = Juli's own personal heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also... I got a %100 on my first paper for Deviance. We had to violate norms in society, so I did positive norm-breaking and started buying groceries for homeless people and taking them to Chipoltes. (Which was also self-serving. Yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Time to study and look for adult shoes.</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-07-17T11:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-17T16:09:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-17T16:09:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know that bad thing that I do where I trick guys into taking me out? Yes, I know it's awful sounding. But they wouldn't do it if they didn't want to! Right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at the UT computer lab, you have to pay 10 cents for every page you print (ridiculous, I know). So you have to go through some laborious account set up to put money into a printing account. Which I did, and I actually had to charge 5$ of paper printing glory to my credit card over the internet just to do so. (Which is one of many many many reasons UT is dumb. like serious dumb.) This morning, a guy comes over to me and asks very nicely if he can use my id and accordingly spend my 10 cents. I say nicely, yes he can. BUT he owes me coffee. and he agrees to this exchange of goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like a dollar surcharge if you're counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I just finagled a date from someone for 10 cents.</content>
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    <title>And I can die when I'm done.</title>
    <published>2006-07-16T17:59:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-16T17:59:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I remember last summer when The Frey released 'Over my head/Cable Car' and instantly I thought, 'Man. Everyone knows &lt;i&gt;I'm&lt;/i&gt; in over my head.' And I bought the album. And a year later, I still love it. And I don't change the station when it comes on the radio. And do you know why? Because I am still in over my head. All year long, I have been in over my head. When that cd retires from my player and the single fades off the radio and I forget all about it, maybe then I will feel like I have a grip on something? And when I hear that song 10 years from now I will think, 'OH. Wow. Remember when I was 22 and in over my head?' And I will think about how crazy I felt back then. And &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; I will miss that feeling of being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out last night with Merdith, Sarah, Dora and Mychael. It was fantastic times. Really just what I needed and what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heroes had the heart&lt;br /&gt;To live their lives out on the limb&lt;br /&gt;An all I remember&lt;br /&gt;Is thinking I wanna be like them.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Everyone knows</title>
    <published>2006-07-14T17:33:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-14T17:40:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't quite get what just happened. I was taking this high road in unchartered territory and ALL OF A SUDDEN, things got bumpy. We lost air pressure. (And there's a lot of pressure up here)(my ears hurt) Everything was flipped over and now I'm the bad guy? I'll be the best bad guy I can be. If you're going to do something, do it right. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything X10. In the best bad way. because I hate being fucked with. aaand boykill.</content>
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    <title>I'll show you miiine.</title>
    <published>2006-07-12T18:30:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T18:30:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Black Crowes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I bought my bus ticket to CC for next week. I am unfortunately a little too excited to go back. I can't help it. I am scared that I won't want to come back to Austin. YEEESH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, over the week I fell in love with my neighborhood pool. Because my neighborhood is actually just that badass that it has a city pool. Like the kind you see in movies depicting the 50s. However, while I was there reading and listening to music and swimming around, this deaf/mute guy starts motioning to me. Now how (how how how) a deaf/mute guy can think it's possible to flirt with a girl who know's nothing about sign language or lip reading or.. and is awkward, is beyond me. Truely. But I'll go along with anything. Really and apparently. How do I get myself in these situations? Don't know. Just adds to my movielife. but takes away from my poolside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Zack the other day. And I would go as far to say that we're buddies. Like dudes, right? That's how it sounds to me. Which sounds good to me. But the same kind of buddies who talk about dating other people but come back to, 'So, you haven't found anyone as awesome as me?' Right. I'll keep it together. You just watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, he mentioned that he thought he had a chance that first night because I made eye contact with him. Which as it turns out, explains ALOT about guys. and homeless people. but mostly, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, one more thing. I really do like Paris Hilton's song. It's so eighties. It's unimaginable that I wouldn't ;)</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-07-10T10:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-10T15:17:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-10T15:17:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hazen Street</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1) My butt = frequent flyer. And I love Laurel. She's right. We fly by the seat of our pants &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I started class today. I think I got chills when I walked into the auditorium. Filled with students and notebooks and pencils and awwww. School is the shit. And like TOTALLY filled with smart people! chew chew pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Pandora.com is also the shit. I absolutely adore. I am ready to marry. and have music genome half human babies. Love. Love. Love. I know I don't boss people around the internet often so just know, I mean it this time. If you know what's good for you, go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Colin Hay makes me want to drive. and drrrive. Like really drive. I don't recall thinking Men at Work was all that awesome. I am obviously wrong. He's a fine wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Why do I love a list? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Signing off, Bullet Statements Juli</content>
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    <title>Miss New Juli!</title>
    <published>2006-07-07T20:11:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-07T20:12:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1) I have an interview to teach overseas in South Korea today. See? Now there's something I didn't see coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I signed up for a reality television show yesterday. Well..... because everyone else is doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I have an audition for a tv sitcom pilot this next week. I know what you're thinking, 'Juli can't act!' Which is correct. Unless it's a lesbian dominatrix role all about vaginas. but is that really acting anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm kidding. Sure it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I registered for class today. And I sorta hate UT. Which isn't a good sign this early in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I had a job interview this morning for (and get this) Junior Marketing Executive. I KNOW! What is that even? All I hear is 'bla bla bla' and then me saying, 'I'm sorry. What?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I took a taxicab to said interview and the driver gave me his cell# so I could call him to pick me up and call him whenever I need a taxicab ride. That's nice, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Nicole G-unit is coming into town tonight. Can you say six-th-th-th-th street? Because I sure can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Meredith, Becca, Sarah and I went to Midnight Rodeo last night. Cowboy hats every which way. I made all the girls promise to me that no matter NO MATTER who asks for a dance, if they're dressed as cowboys, they MUST go dance. And because my words are delicious, I ended up eating them. Baddd. 2-stepping (all over his feet) the night away was a 56 year old man. But hey, he had boots and a 10-gallon hat ;) and apparently, that's all that matters sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I think I find the notion of cowboys so ridiculous that I am fascinated. It's gorey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) (I know, this post just keeps going on and on.) They had a live band playing the regular. Save a horse, ride a cowboy yadda yadda yadda AND THEN, much to my delight, they play Bubba Sparxxx' Miss New Booty. LIVE. and get this: it was good. Like really good. Just like when they played Get Low. That was good too. Okay, so you get the point. Last night was a ridiclous night for 4 girls trying to be ridiculously honky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) All of my roomates are gone this weekend. I just had to share this with someone. ANYONE. and then cross post it. Cause I don't know what else to do. MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I &amp;lt;3 Aaryn Nardon-Y. She's like... the best.</content>
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    <title>boykill @ 2011-07-05T16:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-05T21:37:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-05T21:38:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have an appointment tomorrow to sell my body to science.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, for $2100 who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;This girl would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, did somebody say Chipoltes?</content>
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    <title>VAGUE. sorry.</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T23:09:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-03T23:09:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>All Time Low</lj:music>
    <content type="html">dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more and more I find myself asking, 'WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew there was such a fine line between brave and desperate? I didn't, but now I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take chances. done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what now?</content>
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    <title>I hope that you're ready now</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T18:41:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-03T18:44:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Brand New- play crack the sky</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last night R. Collins called me. and I thought, 'I love R. Collins' and I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and sat out on my porch. R. Collins conversation and K. Irish Red and beautiful TX nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey D. beeps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Collin's calling me is rare.&lt;br /&gt;Mikey D. calling me is like a total eclipse of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We're having a party tonight. It's a theme party. I came up with the theme: Drunk. In order to be admitted to our apartment you have to take two shots. I mean business with my themes ;)</content>
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