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Man, some of my Facebook friends are such judgemental fucking assholes. I seriously don't care about Brittany Murphy, but I don't understand who people think they are to say what people should/shouldn't have done. I just needed to come here to say that. I personally guarantee that any of these people would have peed their pants if they saw Brittany Murphy in the store last week, but now that she's dead they feel like they're above her somehow. People are ridiculous.

That album thing that Patti and Meg did.

I kind of wish I had Photoshop so I didn't have to make this in Paint, but I'm still pretty happy with what I got.

1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit "Random article" or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to "Random quotations" or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on "explore the last seven days" or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use photoshop or similar to put it all together.

Dec. 28th, 2008

While I was (am) drunk, this seriously almost made me throw up. Also, this took me a really long time to type well for you.
I'm hanging out in my living room with the windows open, and there is SO much cigarette smoke coming in here. I realize it's other people's right to smoke and shit, so whatever, but I never noticed my neighbors smoking this much before. Wah.
I was just reading back through some of my posts on here, because I was trying to imagine how it would look to someone who was just checking out my LJ for the first time. I think if I happened upon someone's LJ and it looked like mine, I would probably want to be friends with them. I guess that's probably a good thing. It also makes me wish I could be awesome in real life, and not be shy, so I could meet some people. I've been living here for almost two years and I still don't really know anybody aside from a few people from work. It's kind of sad, but I don't really know what to do about it.

I'm totally getting a cold. My throat hurts and I'm so tired that I don't even want to get out of this chair and take my contacts out and go to bed. I hate it. MH suggested that it's probably because I didn't really sleep the other night, which is true. I did something semi-stupid that also wasn't really my fault and was just the result of a misunderstanding, but it left me terrified that I was going to get fired for four days until I went back to work yesterday. I didn't get fired. In fact, no one even mentioned it. So that was totally worth not sleeping, and getting a stupid cold as a result. I'm spraying my mouth with CVS brand zinc spray and constantly eating Halls to hopefully hold it off, but I doubt that will work. I'm already all snotty. Life sucks. I'm going to go take a Benadryl and pass out.

Sep. 7th, 2008

I made a Bisquick coffee cake and ate a whole bunch of it and drank a big cup of coffee. It's too hot outside to pretend it's fall, but I am. I mean, football is on. What are you supposed to do? But I'm too full and too hot, and the only thing I could think to do was blog about it. Once my stomach stops hurting, I'm going to go swimming.
As of tomorrow, I am promoted FOR REALS. I get a raise and everything. I just want to say that I've had this job for a year and 4 months, and I've gotten 4 raises. I love it.
I just watched this, and it kind of gave me a gigantic boner. I can't believe how much I love Harry Potter. I don't even care.

Sometimes I think I'm a huge Harry Potter nerd, and then something happens like I go to Comic Con and sit in on a Harry Potter panel, and people are almost crying talking about how much HP has changed their lives. Then I feel kind of good about myself. Because maybe I have cried once or twice reading a Harry Potter book, but only in secret.

Bruce Campbell called me

Seriously. My husband is at Comic Con today and he sent me a text that said, "I'm looking at Bruce Campbell." I was so pissed, because as I was driving him downtown this morning he said he forgot the camera, and I asked him if he wanted to go back and get it, and he said no. Plus, he lives in 1992 and doesn't have a camera phone. So I texted back, "The person? I can't believe you don't have the camera. Tell him I love him." So, I don't know if it was like, a line to meet Bruce Campbell or something, but he showed him my text, and Bruce Campbell was like, "Call her, I'll talk to her."

So my phone rang, and it was my husband, only it was Bruce Campbell. Who said, "Is this Julie?" And I said, "Yes." And he said, "Hi Julie. I have Michael, and you're never going to see him again." Then he hung up. I was pretty excited, since I was pretty sure it was Bruce Campbell. Then I kind of got worried that it wasn't. Fortunately, my husband called me right back and was like, "That was Bruce Campbell!"

That was the most exciting thing that's happened to me in awhile. I still can't believe Bruce Campbell called me on the phone.