THE JU: Where does it come from?

WARNING: this is another rant about the ridiculous lameness of my generation

I don't understand where kids get it these days. Where they get it into their heads that it's acceptable to disrespect others.

Were my parents and Emily's parents just really old fashioned? Or are the kids I go to school with assholes on their own accord?

I don't care if you don't like someone
I don't care if you think they're crazy
I don't care if you think that they're waisting your time
I don't care if you have to deal with them against your will

There is never an excuse to outwardly disrespect someone. Even if that person is outwardly disrespecting you, be the better person, suck it up and treat them like a human being.
There is really no need for the sneers, jokes, and underhanded "compliments" that I see kids my age give to teachers and authority figures alike daily. I'm not saying that kids shouldn't stick up for themselves, some teachers these days should not be with in 50 feet of children, but I'm sick of kids being blatantly rude to someone because they feel like they have to be polite.

for god's sake show some class

Nobody is above the learning something new from somebody else.

As my grandpa used to say
You think you're hot shit on a silver platter, but you're a cold turd on a paper plate.

All of you that I'm talking about, I hope you don't change
I hope you get out into the real world and try to treat people the way you do now
I guaruntee you, you won't get anywhere
And when you get those doors slammed in your face, THEN I hope you learn your lesson

THE JU: reminiscent

Tuesday February 17th 2009

Taco Bell

The Sanlot

Pop Rocks

Sour Straws

and

My hetero life mate Erin

A recipe for a good night in. For the record The Sandlot is one of the greatest movies ever made. But that night made me really miss some things.

I'm not complaining about my life at present. I have 3 of the best friends I could ever ask for, I go dancing every saturday night, I'm 3 months and 19 days away from graduating high school, 3 months and 21 days away from my 18th birthday, I've got a job, a car that is "for my use" and a big comfy bed.

But there is a lot about my past that I wish i had held onto.

I miss living in Seattle. I miss weekdays with Cassidy and the rest of the Fab Four and weekends with my sister climbing trees. I miss my guardian angel Jetta. I miss getting a cup full of gummy bears for going shopping with my dad. I miss dancing on his feet. I miss friday night dinners with Grandma and Grandpa, I miss Grandpa reading me Winnie the Pooh until I fell asleep on his chest. I miss Grandma's mac n cheese and lemon meringue pie (not together of course) I miss climbing the wooden spider web at my dad's house. I miss my dad's roomates taking me and Rachel to Gameworks and hanging us by our feet off the porch when we switched their gum for pieces of soap, I miss running the dogs at marrymoore park, I miss how amazing it felt to sit on my dad's shoulders, I miss art projects with Aunt Susan, summers at the Daybreak Center Pow Wow, collecting sea shells at discovery park, and shirley temples at Casa Ya Betcha. I miss breakfast at the Honey Bear Bakery, walks at Greenlake, Bernie's Bagles, lemon chicken at Raja Malaysia and visiting my favorite Orangutan at the zoo. I miss beach trips on Widbey Island, seeing Titanic in the movie theater, making perfume that gave us allergic reactions and the monkey bars with Cassidy. I miss Stella's Pizza and friday night Pho. I miss fight night at PT's house, riding bikes in the alley, the homeless guy at texaco with the dog named Freeway Friend, my lesbian neighbors who let me eat all of their plums in the summer, playing sonic the hedgehog, and warm nights listening to PT play music on the porch with Debbie's kids. I miss mudbaths, pillow fights, trips to the Lewis and Clark Theater, and breakfast at Kettle's with Danielle. I miss days at Lake Tapps and the pool, making up dances, and weeks doing nothing with Erin. I miss Dan's barbeques, playing tetherball, and trying to keep up with my dad and uncles on hunting trips. I miss family camping trips at the Sinlahekin, taking pictures, making up irish accents, and swimming in the lake with Rachel. I miss basketball practice, and saturday morning games. I miss pizza parties and being undefeated for three years. I miss Mr. Wirtala's 5th Grade class, I miss riding bikes to Sids for sourpatch kids and water balloons, going to Frank Love to swing, I miss volleyball, soccer and karate, going to stipek on the last day of school, walking everywhere cause i had no other choice. I miss catching tad poles watching the hummingbirds, and picking blackberries. I miss going to a show everyother week, recognizing people from the last one i went to, being on capital hill late at night, flirting with merch guys, the feeling of the base moving through my whole body, mosh pits, and getting bruised. I miss talking to my sister for 3 hours on the phone about everything, locking ourselves in the room we used to share forever painting our nails and watchi

ng the Cosby Show. I miss wednesday nights at Cassidy's house, sneaking her friends in, dinner at Yanni's, trips to Freemont to climb the troll, hot tubs and cold showers. I miss getting stoned at the lake, eating whole loaves of bread in toast with Sherece, falling asleep on Mac's floor with the boys around me, asian food for breakfast, snow days on my bedroom floor with hot choclate, horror movies and my two best friends, saturday nights at the skatepark getting drunk with people that cared about me, getting yelled at in korean for getting home late and plastered, all nighters on the phone with Sherece. Nights on the docks at Alki with a boy, cuddling and making out while trying to watch Pirates of the Carribean, football games dressed up, crew drives, days spent on white sand beaches, nights playing doubles ping pong with "Miami Vice" and "Jew Fro"and so much more.

I don't necessarily want all of those things back, but i want the people and the feelings back. It's so weird how much life changes from year to year. I never really thought that I've changed a lot from year to year, but remembering what I used to do regularly and what I do now, I must have. I think I've changed for the better but why do I have to lose people to do that?

EM: Another one...

EM: The dream cycle...

Okay, here's the deal... lately, I've been having the weirdest freaking dreams ever! Like, they won't stop! I mean, it's like my dreams are trying to tell me something, but they're all so reandom and weird they don't seem to connect in anyway to one another. Take for example, my dream the other night. So, I'm living in space on a space station, only this space stating is like, HUGE, and looks somewhat like earth. Everyone is being attacked by Aliens, like the ones from the movies with the crazy little head inside the mouth and the whipping tails. So myself and a bunch of my friends are running from room to room and hiding from the aliens. So I lock myself in a trunk for a little while then I move on. I realize that I need to go find my family so I go out to this outdoor basketball court where my brother and a bunch of his friends are playing basketball and my mom is across the bridge (you need to cross a freaking bridge to get to the court) yelling at my brother to come inside. None of them have any idea that we're under alien attack... yeah, I know... anyways, so I yell at my mom to come over and she doesn't listen, I get all pissed because she's being annoying, then finally she comes over, but instead of crossing the bridge to get over, she hops a bunch of rocks and risks plummeting to her death, EVEN THOUGH WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN SPACE! And so, then my friend Kip gets sucked up into the ceiling by one of the aliens later and is never seen again (sorry Kip... :(... lame I know) and we finally get to the dock where everyone is frantically trying to board this space craft to escape. We're all throwing bags and our belongings into it and then my dad gets all pissed for spilling something on his sweatshirt. I look over, turns out it's alien goo, grab a conveniently placed metal pipe, and totally pwn an alien above us. Then I wake up.....

TELL ME THAT'S NOT THE WEIRDEST DREAM KNOWN TO MAN!!!!! AND MORE AND MORE KEEP HAPPENING TOO! I've had at least 5 or 6 more that are just as weird! I mean, I won't share them all, because some of them are just to ridiculous to remember every last detail, but good lord man.... I NEED HELP!

EM: Oh Ju, How I love thee!

LOOK! This is the headshot for my upcoming BFA Musical Theatre Auditions at Central Washington University, and guess who took them? That would be Julia Shelden ladies and gentlemen! Personally, I really think that this is like the best headshot I've ever had taken. The last ones I had taken, wow... not so great... but these are super cute! It makes me very happy and I'm really excited! If any of you need pics, you should definitely ask her! THANKS JU! LOVE YOU!

THE JU: Understandable

So I think that by now everyone knows that this is the new face of "sexy".

Robert Pattinson. The man that portrayed the most popular fictional character today, Edward Cullen, in the film rendition of Twilight.

What people may not realize is that for every swooning woman/teenage girl, there is a butthurt guy who hates this face, and what pop culture has made it to stand for. Now I realize that the obession many girls have today is ridiculous, but the attraction is understandable.

Stephanie Meyer created the man that every dad wants their little girl to fall for. Every father tells his daughter to wait for the boy that calls you beautiful instead of hot, who treats you with the respect that men had for women in our grandparents time, who loves you just as much as your dad does.

So is it really so ridiculous for girls to gravitate towards this Edward character? Boys is it that weird that women want to be with someone who loves them so completely? It is so unreasonable that some of us refuse to lower our standards because men today are too lazy to be decent boyfriends?

Now I'm not defending the starstruck preteens that make their obsessions obvious in obnoxious ways. They're just as nauseating to me as the next person. And I'm not telling guys that they'll never get a girls if they aren't flawless vampires, I'm just saying that the attraction to a respectful, artistic, sweet, good looking guy is completely understandable, and natural. It's almost a refreshing change of pace from the codependendt girls I see daily who will settle for any smarmy guy who shows any interest in them.

Boys, if I wrote a book about a girl who looked like Megan Fox, was up for anything in bed, did all the house work with out complaining, and loved you unconditionally wouldn't you have some sort of a facination with her too?

We don't expect you to sparkle in the sunlight, or smell strangely alluring, we just appreciate a man who holds the door open, and offers a jacket when it's cold outside, and we can't help but wish for someone who loves us the way Edward loves Bella, for her details.

Maybe if those qualities weren't so hard to come by today, Edward Cullen wouldn't be such a phenomenon.