I'm happy again (I suppose) so I guess it's time to write something since it's been a while. I had an insane week last week - I worked a grand total of 47 hours in 6 days. I am also getting paid for the Monday I didn't work b/c it was a stat holiday. All told, my paycheck should be mighty fine next week. I'm excited. I'm also excited that I get two days off in a row. Officially I will be away from my home for the next few days so they can't call me in. That's the plan if they call anyway, but my need to be debt-free this scholastic year may out-weigh that if I stupidly answer the phone. Ya, so I'm super-sleepy. July 10 (my Costco's 10th anniversary, free cake!), 2:30 AM.

Shit, I'm still fairly happy. Last time I got really happy for this many days in a row, I fell hard. Maybe this time I'll continue being very happy. It seems my life is always in some sort of a rut - not quite happy, not quite sad. Boo, I'm getting sad just thinking about it, thus tempering my happiness and bringing me to my "happy" median of flux (or something). Anyway, this has the potential of getting very philosophical and I don't think I can handle that right now, so I'll stop. Ya, that's good for now. I'm still quite happy though so I'll let you know how it goes. July 12, 12:45 AM. :P

Someone other than Lindsay seems to be reading this. I'm shocked and intrigued. I think the title of this page - rockybalboa.html - lured them in and they just can't not look. If this were like days of old, I would be writing reams and reams every night. However, since no one really looked this far (besides the aforementioned Lindsay) I didn't really keep it up. I will try and make a concerted effort now, but many nights I'm super sleepy so I can't.

One of the Mike's is coming into town next week. I'm super-excited since I can finally make sure that Mike and Mike aren't really the same person. Since I totally promised many moons ago to explain their sameness, I will try to do so in a few pointed sentences. You see every time one would come onto ICQ, seconds later the other one would magically appear too. Then they started saying things only the other one would normally say making me believe that they were getting their stories confused. I'll give you an example. Before I left on my trip I was talking to one Mike for a second when the other one came on. So I'm talking to both of them and they're saying the same type of things almost simultaneously. One Mike tells me he has to go and he signs off with "Don't do anything me and your mom wouldn't do." Which had me confused (and laughing) because I have a running mom/older lady joke with the other Mike. Then two seconds later that Mike's like "Don't do anything I wouldn't do - like have sex with cats" which, if you've read the tribute to Mike(s), is something the other Mike has said (jokingly I hope). That was the last straw. Although I don't think they look the same, I think that "they" have come up with masks and voice modulators all in some clever ploy to make me go crazy. I won't fall for it! Now "he's" probably hired some actor in order to fool me for the week until Mike conveniently goes back home. Yeah, so that's enough rambling for tonight. I hope whoever's reading this appreciates my effort - I have to work in 8 hours.

One more thing before I go to bed. I have joined a group aptly titled the Ottawa 20 something Club. You should too. Here's the link: http://communities.msn.com/Ottawa20somethingClub/. Enjoy and good night. July 14 (less than two hours after Friday the 13th), 1:56 AM.

Hey. How's it going? I bought two bras tonight at $6.93 each. There's a Wonderbra sale at Giant Tiger. I highly recommend it. Yeah, I'm going to hide this entry tomorrow or the next day, so get it while it's hot. (Note, I already hid most of it. Sorry, you're too late.) July 17, 2:22 AM.

I have made a shocking discovery - Mike and Mike are indeed the same person. Come on, don't act so surprised. I did warn you. Oh wait...that's not true at all b/c I saw them in close proximity for a few hours on Wednesday night. There goes that theory...

Ya, so anyway, beerbecues are very fun, I highly recommend them. So are parks and tomorrow night I believe I will drag Lindsay to the Appleford Park (but only after I buy super mosquito repellent since I got a fair number on my feet again last night.) I also left the lights on in my car and had to get a boost from Dave's mom's car. She's very cute but probably hates Stephanie b/c Steff defiled her cat (or something). One of Dave's cats caught a mouse and killed it - but not immediately since it had to show its domination over the feeble mouse who twitched in a not-quite-dead but not-quite-alive fashion. Very disturbing, let me tell you. I don't know what else to tell you but maybe I should sleep b/c I have a full shift at work tomorrow. I know, to end this entry I will tell you about my silly little brother. So tonight he comes into my room and says, "Gee, Julianna, that's a really nice night gown!" Non-plussed, I responded, "Well, thanks boy," knowing full well he wanted something. Then he continues, "Well, I was just wondering if, you know, um, if I could have $5, just until my birthday money from grandma comes in." I made him get me a glass of ice water, reached in my wallet, passed over a twenty, passed a five, passed another five, and then pulled out ... a ten! He was very happy. I think that will be my RAK of the day. (You know, Random Act of Kindness.) Anyway, good night. 2:32 AM, Saturday, July 21st.

Hello mi amigos. How's it going? Work went by super quick today. I'm getting very good at doing nothing while looking occupied. Actually, I only did that for like 5 minutes today b/c it was very, very crazy tonight. School is not looking so bleak anymore. I have decided to make an effort in my classes b/c then I could get my scholarship back and then be able to pick my courses before anyone. Then they couldn't bugger me every August by conveniently making my student number one of the last ones allowed to call. I don't feel like writing anything tonight but I wanted to just b/c I feel an obligation to my small groups of fans. I made one person very happy today and a few ppl a little happier than they would have been. My work is done.
It's always great for ppl to make others happy. I'm glad I'm not self-centred so I can take pride in happifying other ppl's days. I like to be happified too so feel free to happify me anytime, okay guys. I'm sleepy and working earlier than usual tomorrow so I'll sign off with this - Good night :) July 26, 12:01 AM.

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I'm pretty happy tonight so I thought I'd share it with the world. Whenever you're down, come here and it'll perk you right up (nine out of ten cat-lovers agree). I think it's b/c I haven't had proper sleep in about two weeks. It may also have to do with the fact that I have to go to the bathroom hard-core. I'll be right back.
You know, I didn't think it possible, but I think I'm even happier now that my bladder isn't at breaking point. I got vamped up at a Mary Kay party tonight. I was going to take a picture to show everyone how much of a whore I can look like but I changed out of my clothes already and I don't feel like showing the world my night attire. Don't worry, my Mary Kay associate (or whatever they call themselves) will be sending me a before and after shot of all the girls at the party. I'll post it later. The only thing I don't like about our before's is it's not us in our regular state (as in with OUR make-up) so we can't tell if we look better with Mary Kay or our regular routine. It's okay though. I think tonight I will work on my tribute to Mike(s) since I think I have some good material. TTFN. July 27, 12:08:30 AM

Hey. I know I've been neglecting this but I think it's b/c Lindsay's out of town and I know no one will read it until then so why bother, right? I will stop being lazy tonight, especially since I know she'll be in town tomorrow and reading this. I will be at work upon her return but whatever. I'm not interested in writing very much tonight, so that's it. I'll try for more tomorrow after I return home from the park with Mike. Good night. July 30, 11:09 PM.

Good night! August 2, 2:09 AM.

Isn't it funny how ppl manage not to be around when you really need them. Some sort of inherent sick joke played on the human race, don't you think? Don't even bother asking me about my views on this when you see me -- at this point in time I will quietly think these thoughts to myself and perhaps occasionally to my personal computer. I would like to tell everyone that the highlight of my day was receiving an email which essentially told me I made someone else happy. I'm relieved that at least one person was happy at the end of the day and I helped them out in that endeavour. For the rest of you, thanks for everything. Today sucked and tomorrow will probably be more of the same. BitterJulianna signing off. August 4, 1:44 AM.

I'm not the only one crazy about Match Game. Lots of ppl have dedicated pages and pages to this wonderful game show. Here's a link I found while perusing to see what happened to Bill Todman (who produced the Match Game along with Mark Goodson) Click for Match Game stuff. August 6 - Civic Holiday - 2:18 AM.

I think I died last night - drowned in a pool of my own sweat.
Why the hell is it so hot? I don't understand. At least in winter I can put on an extra sweater. This is ridiculous! At least work is air conditioned. I may go in early to enjoy it. August 7, 2:12 PM.

Drunken messages, eh? I promise I will keep whatever I write here b/c that's the way I am. I only altered one message and if you know how to look, you can still see it but if you don't know, you're shit out of luck. I hate school hard-core despite telling myself I would give it my all this coming year. So they tell me I'm intelligent but I'm probably not. I may have been in high school but maybe it was some sick joke. Maybe I'm forever destined to work at Costco for fairly decent wages. Or maybe I won't and I can become a bumb on the street. My family doesn't even know I've been drinking. I haven't been this drunk since April but I still wasn't cool enough to go to Morri's house. Why, I don't know - she hasn't even seen me for at least two years (although we've talked on the phone and through email - however I'm still not cool to go to her house and watch the wizard of oz played with the Pink Floyd dark side of the moon album when I'm drunk and/or messed up on some drugs. I just don't get it. My tongue is numb and the room has started to spin but at least I'm not even close to puking. I need more sustenance. If I'd eaten dinner I wouldn't be in this condition to begin with. If I'm not cool enough for her house today then why am I invited to the barbeque on thursday. i just don't get it. Good night after I hang out and pee for a few more hours. 1:26 AM, August 8, 2001 - I think it's Amanda's 21st birthday, too bad she's a slutty imbecile. Please excuse my spelling mistakes (if there are any) I can't be bothered to check dictionary.com for the correct spellings.

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