November 30, 2004

It had simple cursive writing on it, no return address, just my name followed by my address. No slanting. perfectly lined up and parallel to eachother

I got a letter in the mail today. It was cold outside, and so the mailbox was cold, and so the letter was cold. the handwriting on the front was so neat, the stamp so... refreshingly untexan and artsy, the whole design of it so neat and orderly; no return address or little drawings or anything. it was from bess. it was a nice surprise and it made me happy. things like that make me happy. i wish i got more handwritten letters.
school started again. this is a good thing, and a bad thing. both for obvious reasons.
i'm finding things to distract me. i'm finding lots of things. sometimes i can't block it or stop it, but now i have lots of stuff to read and i'm painting and i'm joining tech crew for annie's musical and i'm... i'm trying.
i'll say this. mary says that calling yourself ugly, or thinking it, affects the water inside you and you become... well... uglier. she says that this is what's happening to me. i view myself in a severly harsh light. i find myself... one of the ugliest girls in my school. i don't want a bunch of comments telling me, "oh julia, you're not like that! come on, you're beautiful!" because pu-lease. anyway, the point is, i don't think of myself in a positive way and mary says that i have to and i'll feel better and maybe my life will get a bit more normal and i won't be as depressed and stuff. well that's all in good, it's just i've actually got to start thinking it, which is really hard to do.
i'm going to eat indian food with my dad and mary during school lunch tomorrow. i'm really rather excited. indian food is freaking awesome.
the clouds have replaced the sky and they are constantly dropping cold water and little ice pellets on me. they, the clouds that is, are deep grays and very little white, just mostly grays. it makes life more interesting. and it makes my hair look insanely red too, which is kind of annoying, but what are you going to do about it.

1 comment:

annie said...

I appreciate the fact that you called it "annie's musical." It made me feel just the tiniest bit more important.