Joelle: writes in this blog more than her own.

It pisses me off when people are like "OMG I ATE A WHOLE BAG OF POPCORN EWE."
...Dude. A whole bag of popcorn consists of about 100 calories.
BUT. I know you and you probably ate about 2353452345 things before it, so I understand. XD

I'm going to college in Ithaca. That is, if I ever get myself back into German.
I need three years to get into Cornell.
Ugh. I hate thinking about college when it's four years away.

AND I'M EXACTLY LIKE THAT.
But there's just some things that I'm really enthusiastic about.
I go through obsessions with actors like they're candy.
And I still have a buttload of Green Day CDs and Posters from the 5th grade.
...I don't listen to them anymore. >___> Don't kill me.
But Harry Potter just sticks to me.

One weird obsession with me is different instruments.
Like, I started guitar when I was 9.
Then I wanted a bass.
Then I wanted drums.
Then I wanted a keyboard.
Then I wanted a piano.
Then I wanted an accordion.
But I still use them all.
I just like having them.
And fortunately, my brother plays bass and my dad plays accordion.
You'd love my dad. He plays frikken ACCORDION.
And the one he lets me use is neon orange.
Yeah.

I skateboarded in 5th grade. I wasn't bad, actually.
But I got sick of smashing my head off the ground every time I would manual and the board would fly out from under me.

And, I'm sorry, but I can't stand MTV.
Every. Single. Thing. Is. Scripted.
Reality TV, my ass.

I am pretty fond of Snape myself.
I like the fact that he's a good guy deep down, but... he's such a git.
He was dreadful to Harry, and he cut off George's ear.
Granted, it was an accident, but... he didn't have to use Sectumsempra in that situation.
(He was aiming at the Death Eater who was trying to AK Lupin, but he missed.)
However, I love the fact that he was in love with Harry's mom. It's heartbreaking.
And when he died and all he wanted was to look into Harry's eyes because they reminded him of Lily.
AH. Amazing. Gotta love that JK Rowling.

Also, I love Emma Watson. Let's go meet her.



P.S.- Dan Radcliffe's salary for Order of the Phoenix was $14,000,000.
Holy. Shit.

Grace: likes rap music.

So, now that I've devoured a whole bag of popcorn... I feel like I could pop, myself.

Tomorrow I'm going to Dillon's and maybe 12 or 1 his moms gonna take us to Ithaca until 5. So a day of Ithaca... I'm pretty excited. Probably visiting my mom again, too. I have to smuggle her a plastic fork and knife... I feel like school already. I mean, when you visit, they just have you sit outside the door of the patient, and we cant bring purses. How do I smuggle a knife and a fork without a purse.

Oh, look, you're a nerd! I love you. I love how you get so commited to things you're obsessed with. For me, I usually get obsessed/motivated by things. Like for a month I was obsessed with mohawks. And for a day I was obsessed with skateboarding and wanted to this summer but I never did. Whenever I watch shows like MADE I always want to motivate myself to do stuff (which explains the skateboarding thing). But usually when I get motivated to do something it sort of disappears after a week, or in a week.

I love Harry Potter, but never as much as you do. If I had to choose favorite characters...
1. Dumbledore.
2. Remus.
3. Snape.
4. Harry.
5. Nevelle.

Dumbledore. Do I have to explain? and Remus is just so cool... and plus you'd probably disown me if he wasn't on my list. Snape. I've ALWAYS loved Snape. even when he was getting suspicious. and when he killed the number one guy on my list. Harry. The hero, of course. I just love him, even though it's the most mainstream character. Nevelle... Is just Nevelle.

*shrugs* I almost put Hermione, but I think it's just because I like Emma. and that's cheating. so I didn't put her on.

Okay, since you did a random 20 things, I guess I can too. Just for the hell of it.

1. I hate raisins.
2. I can draw pretty well.
3. When I was little I was afraid of my mom's actual board game of Jumanji because of the movie.
4. My favorite colors to wear are grey, dark grey, black, red, and browns.
5. I like sailor outfits.
6. My face shape is square.
7. I don't like my hair right now.
8. My eyes change color.
9. I like to wear skirts sometimes.
10. I can't imagine my wardrobe without skinny jeans.
11. I'm write handed.
12. I can sculpt, paint, draw, and basically anything I guess...
13. I was afraid to drive all the way up till now. But I think I want to drive.
14. Natural disasters scare me more than anything.
15. Things that can't be controlled scare me, I guess.
16. I've diagnosed myself with panic disorder.
17. Mark Hoppus and Conor Oberst will always be pretty.
18. 1980's music videos make me feel sick. Really. They do.
19. I hate Uggs. Still.
20. I love my coffe cold, and with very little coffee. I love tea, preferrably Arizona.

(By the way, I drew dat.)

Joelle: 2200 Hours. That should be my bedtime.

Alright. I'm exhausted, it's 12:30AM, and I'm freezing. But I refuse to let this blog be silent to a day.

Today I realized just how desperate I am to be part of the Wizarding World.
I was looking through the encyclopedia of spells and I was like
"OH MY GOD. That's so AWESOME."
And it was something stupid, like Protego.
Protego made me wet myself with glee.
Plus, Legilimens is freaking outrageous.
I totally would've gone for an N.E.W.T. in Legilimency.
In fact, I think my N.E.W.T.'s would be Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Legilimency, Astronomy, and Potions.
Although, it's true they don't tell us all the classes offered at N.E.W.T. level.
Which sucks, because I wanna know what they are. -___-

Also, I think I'm finally wrapping my mind around my top 5 favorite characters.
1. Obviously, Lupin will always be my favorite.
2. I think it's a two-way tie between Sirius and-
3. -Draco.
4. Mrs. Norris. Yes. The janitor's cat.
5. Barty Crouch Jr.

I'm so pathetic. I like the bad guys.
I mean, don't get me wrong, Professor McGonagall is right under there at #6,
But... I dunno. I really like Draco.
And Mrs. Norris would totally kick Crookshanks' butt.

And now, because I feel that my posts have been quite boring and short,
I will give 20 rapid-fire things about me.

1. I'm right-handed.
2. I really like taking photos.
3. My drawing skills are basically nonexistent.
4. I've loved Harry Potter since I was seven.
5. My favorite beverage is tea in any variation.
6. I just got a new pillow.
7. I have an authentic wand from Alivans.
8. I've owned over 100 rabbits in my life so far.
9. I have an avid obsession with duct tape, hats, and Christmas trees.
10. I collect boxes.
(And there's currently a DVD Player box, a printer box, a laptop box, a vaporizer box, the box my schoolbooks came in, and a band-aid box in a pile in the corner of my room.)
11. I've never slept naked, nor in my underwear.
12. I honestly have read Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban about 50 times.
(Mostly due to the fact that I own the book on tape and I listen to half of it every day.)
13. My first cat got hit by a car and died when I was four.
14. I took guitar lessons for 4 years.
15. I've never been out of the country. (Except for Niagara Falls, but that doesn't REALLY count.)
16. I would marry my dog Buddy if I could.
17. I own the British version of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
18. My bookshelf is full of children's books.
19. I could give you fifty ways I know Sirius and Remus were a unit.
20. I save all the voicemails of my brother calling me when he's drunk.


Goodnight.
Nox.

Joelle: Loves Your Mum

That's love, right there.

What are you gonna do if I become a drug addicted prostitute? XD
Just kidding, I know you'd still love me.
...you would, right?

I can't even express to you how I feel about Alex. I just... can't.
And y'know how you like Dillion's nose? And I was a total prat and was like "-hairflip- I like all of Alex."
Well, I know what you mean now. And I'm absolutely in love with his chest and his bum.
His lovely hairless chest which compliments his love of v-necks quite nicely, and his adorable little bum from which his legs extend like swans.

And I really love your mom. It sucks that she's feeling so bad, but it's really great that she's getting help for it. I'm sorry you'll have to fend for yourself with your grandmother again, but... I'm always available for ranting. :]
Tell your Mumsie I said hi next time to talk to her.

<3

Grace is stressed. Out.

I can't promise that I'll become a drug addicted prostitute any time soon but when I do I'll know who I can depend on.

And Alex's bum is pretty schweet. Jeez, look at it.

So today I took my mom to the hospital. Ya'know, just to try to make her feel stable again. I was at the hospital for 5 hours, and for lunch I had a double cheese burger meal with 6 chicken nuggets and I ate everything. So I'm still full from that. Sooo finally they got her out of the waiting room and into the actual hospital, then we waited for a doctor to come, then they did blood work (which I had to leave for due to queezy-ness, I think I could have passed out if I just thought about it). then some lady from the behavioral science place talked to my mom and called a doctor and... in the end my mom got in. Which is good. But it was really stressful, especially having my very annoying grandma there. :) but I guess we all survived. It was sad leaving my mom.

And Matt's still an asshole.

So that was my day today basically. Whew. Glad to be home...

Joelle: And the Half-Blood Prince

Well Hey. :3
I haven't blogged since the 13th, so you've nothing to be ashamed of.

BUT NOW IT'S MAH TURN. >:D

And my days consisted of nothing. I played videogames. That's about it. I beat Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess twice. And I finally beat Ocarina of Time. I've been playing an old Sims game for the GBA and Pokemon Pearl. With a dash of Nintendogs, but we'll keep that on the DL.

I also went to my cousin's house last week for a couple days.
And I'm NEVER doing that again.
She had the worst attitude ever and she wasn't respectful toward her parents. Plus she's the biggest slob ever. Seriously, she's lazier than you. (Love you <3>

And if she ever reads this I'm in bigggggg trouble.

And I've been feeling like shite for the past 3 days. I'm convinced I'm dying.
But I've been reading. That's a plus.

Good luck with paintballing.

And it's like we talked about before. I know you still love Dillion even if you don't CONSTANTLY feel those butterflies anymore. I still know I love Alex even though he's only said, like, 20 words to me... and he acts like a total homo, but still. You don't have anything to worry about until the sight of him annoys you. Then you've got a problem.

Anxiety attacks suck. I'm sorry. I hope they get better.

And I TOTALLY know how you feel about the whole "I should be on meds" thing. There was a time in 7th grade where I was convinced I was schizophrenic. I was down all the time and I was, like, sick of who I was.

But I'm glad that you have Dillion when I'm not there. I can't say that I can relate to the Tory/Regan situation, because you're the only best friend I've ever had. But yes, I'll always be here. Even if you get into hard drugs and become a prostitute, I'll still be here.... I might be a little abrasive and smack you a couple times, but I'll be here. Because you're amazing too. :B

I'm happy this blog has started back up.

P.S.-
Have I ever told you that I love his bum?

Grace has been neglecting the blog all summer.

Hi. Sorry about not blogging, I got really lazy. I guess we both did.

So let me tell you what's been happening most of my summer:

So, most days it was nothing. Every other day I go to Dillon's house and we hang out and do the usual. Once or twice, like on that Harry Potter night, I got to spend the night which was nice. You know we had that yardsale, that turned out nicely. I still got the slice of money I earned. Also, the yardsale was a really nice way for me to buddy up with Dillon's mom more. We were almost bff's. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but she does like me.

After that it was usually all the same stuff. Seeing Dillon, and stuff. I got to become friends with all of his friends which is good I'm proud of myself (Nick, a dude in the band, invited me to his birthday party... it's paint balling. Wish me luck).

A couple days ago was our one year anniversery (August 21). Lately I've been high and low, mood wise. Like on our one year, I was totally nothing. I felt nothing. I felt so negative and my mind was like ganging up on me. It's been like that lately. In fact it's always sort of been it's own independent person. It's always like, talking to me. I don't know it's hard to explain. But it's been a jerk lately.

I went to the doctor on August 18. I had a total anxiety attack, twice. One because I thought they were going to give me a shot when all I expected was a talk. I went there to talk to my doctor about some symptoms I experienced that I believed were panic attacks during the school year. Eventually she needed a finger prick, which I then freaked out about. Turns out my blood levels average, normal, good, so during the school it's not my lack of sugar that makes me feel like that. so I guess I'm going to be seeing a councelor? yeah...

I already feel like I should be on meds. Seriously, my mind against itself? Depressed for no reason? Jesus, I feel like a wreck sometimes. But I know it's really super sappy but Dillon ALWAYS knows what to say, what to do, and knows whats wrong. I'm waiting for him to be able to read my exact thoughts.

But he helps, a lot. and over the summer I've been a real bitch, like, "I have no best friends, barely friends at all. I've only seen Dillon all summer. He's my best friend." but tonight I was so happy I was like... Well, I know Tory and Regan have eachother and no matter what I'll always be the third wheel there, but I have Joelle. She's amazing.

So that's basically why I'm blogging again.

Thanks for being a best friend. Sure, we're lazy, no traveling pants sisters at all, but we're still best friends.

Joelle: Hour

So, I'm kinda annoyed.

You and I are average, everyday Americans.
Alex is the step above us; the average, non-typical American.
Melissa Anelli is even above that; the whimsical, non-typical American.
And JK Rowling is, well... Scottish. Enough said.

So, therefore you and I get to see Harry Potter at 12:00 AM the day it's released.
According to logic, Alex should see Harry Potter three hours after us, at 12:00 AM Pacific time.
And Melissa Anelli is special so she got to go to the premiere on the 9th
And JK Rowling was involved in the whole project so she can see it whenever she wants.

BUT NO.
California says, "Hayy guise, wanna screw time zones?"
To which the people of California say, "OH YES."
And THEN they decide they'll show Harry Potter at 8 PM Pacific, or 11 PM Eastern.
11 PM.
That's AN HOUR BEFORE US.

Now, I'm just hoping beyond hope that Alex for some reason couldn't get into the showing his friends were going to,
Which was at 2 PM Pacific. -_- nofair.
Bre, Matt, and all the rest of his tour buddies saw it 7 hours before we get to.
Which is shit, btw.
But NOW, even if he DIDN'T get into that one (and I'm sure he did),
He could just go at 8 and see it the HOUR BEFORE US.

This wouldn't piss me off nearly as much if it was at 9 PM.
That way everything's even around the country,
But nope. 8.

We should move to the UK.
And get it the week before ANYONE in America.




P.S.-

Update:
Alex went to the midnight show because he's a good boy.
I think he sensed my disappointment that he'd see it before me.

Joelle: AND THE WORST NEWS EVER. DX

Dude.
I'm not even joking.
Panic! at the Disco is splitting.

This is the worst news EVAR.
I may actually cry. In all honesty.

First they kick Bryan out of the band.
Then they take the ! out of Panic!
And now... Jon and Ryan are leaving.

What did I do to deserve this?

Please, shoot me now.
I want this era to end on my deathday.




But in good news, I find out that Alex liked Panic! at the Disco.
I was a bit worried. Most people find them overrated and sucky.
I LOVE THEM ALOT. <3


P.S.- I'm going to see Blink-182, Fall Out Boy, and Panic! on August 12th at Hershey Park. Tickets are $55 if you wanna come.

Joelle: To make up for A WEEK. :|

WHY DID I LEAVE FOR A WEEK, PLZ. DX

I don't even know where to start.
Jesus. Alright. I'll start with the beach.

I can't really remember anything.
All I remember is how much of a little shit my cousin was
And playing cards at 2 AM.

My cousin, Luka Grgurovich (that's seriously his name), made the entire week worthy of suicide.
He doesn't listen. He kicks. He bites. He wakes people up in the morning.
And his shithead parents are like "Awe, isn't he cute?"
Meanwhile, the rest of the 25 people there are like "NO, HE'S A LITTLE SHIT."
He's 7. And he's the worst thing to happen to the Jacoski family. Ever.
I can't even express the shittiness of this kid.

And I played cards.
It was me, my brother (Doug), my cousin (Nate), and my cousin (Abby).
We played Asshole. From 12 AM to 2 AM.
It's funny to see everyone's personality come out over a good game of Asshole.
Never realized that my brother is such a cocky loud-mouth. XD

Other than that, I was mostly left out of everything.
My sister was a bitch and... well, I told you about her.
But I went to this place called "Scarborough Faire"
Where I got a stuffed Fox. YES.
And there's was this wood store.
And there were Bears. EVERYWHERE.

We also went to the Dunes.
The Dunes are these MASSIVE mounds of sand that people enjoy climbing for some reason.
I climbed one and died at the top.
Being out of shape FTW!

ALRIGHT. Moving on.
I'M HAPPY YOU WERE HAPPY.
And I'm happy you got to spend all that time with Dillion.
Even if it didn't end as well as it could have.
And dude, my eyes are brown.
The only change in color is from poop brown to tree bark to black death.

And now it's my turn to get all mushy and go on forever about my favorite part about Alex.
As much as I love that beer belly, I have to say that my favorite part about Alex is how much weird stuff happens to make me love him even more.
Do you know how much thought I've put into trying to understand why I feel like this about him?
I've probably wasted a good week of my life if you add up all the minutes.
Anyway, I'll tell it in story form.
And this is what I think happened. I can't really remember what happened, but with the evidence I've collected, this is as close as I can get to the truth.

Last year, I found a wondrous and remarkable thing called Wizard Rock. It started with the Moaning Myrtles. Lauren Fairweather to be right on the money. I know it's probably cruel to have favorites within a band, but, hey, what can you do? So, I went through one of my phases with Lauren. These phases lead to mass amounts of picture hunting and they usually last about two weeks. (This is also why the memory on my computer fills rather quickly, but that's another story.) This also leads to my first time ever laying eyes on Alex. There's a photo album on the Moaning Myrtles' myspace with pictures of them wandering around with other people. So, yeah, there's Lauren, there's Nina, Nina's boyfriend, random college friends. Total, four girls, three boys. Now, I assume the boys each with their arms wrapped around a girl are in some sort of relationship with them. But who's that unattractive-but-yet-still-kinda-cute-boy-with-curly*-hair-and-flare-jeans clutching his own breast? Why, that's the lead singer of The Remus Lupins, Joelle, and by Jove, you'll never be the same again now that you've laid eyes on him. Well, needless to say, I kinda sensed another phase coming on. The very same day, I began stalking him. This (on the left, there) is one of the first pictures I ever collected of him. It's also one of my favorites of all time. I started to notice this wasn't a phase when I realized just how much we really had in common. I mean, my obsession with JDepp faltered after Sweeney Todd came out and he was onto some movie that I wouldn't be able to see 'cause it was rated R. But with Alex, I just kept finding little things that made me more and more interested. And naturally, the fact that we both love Harry Potter was a magnet. From what I can tell, month six is when it starts to get creepy. That's when I realize that I don't want anyone but him. I'm completely over giving second looks to boys at school and finding the birthdays of young actors in movies in really famous people. I also started keeping a diary in January. Between a phase about Heath Ledger, a phase about Neil Patrick Harris, a phase about William Beckett, and your everyday teenage girl ramblings, there's always something about him. Here's one from February 9th- "It's been months. This isn't one of those 'Oh, I like you this month, but I'll be over it soon.' No. This has been going on since July. That's over six months. All the way from 'Bears' to his most recent 'Magic Kingdom.' He's such a girl sometimes. I love it. And so many times I've tried to hate him, but I can't. I've tried to trick myself into believing he's bad, but t never works out. He drives me insane, I swear. Sam's all over him and there's a monster inside me that wants to kill her. And those dreams. They kill me. I live for those dreams. I prey for them every night. There's only ever been four and I could tell you exactly what each was about but I'm out of space." Yeah. Every little thing he does make my stomach erupt into butterflies.

*it was a humid day. His hair is not curly. It is wavy at the worst.

I don't love 'im 'cause I think he's pretty.
I think he's pretty 'cause I love him.
It's the things he does that make him adorable.
It's the day he wears his Dr. Seuss shirt.
It's the way he dances.
It's his love of Star Wars.
It's him when he is Remus Lupin.
It's the stupid little things he does when he's drunk.
It's when he doesn't look at the road when he's driving. (and I get really mad and bitch about how he'll never be the driver when we're married.)
It's how unspeakably, incredibly, depressingly gay he acts.


MOVING ON AGAIN.
It's 2 AM.

But I wanted to tell you about how I started loving Harry Potter.

I was about 7 when the movie for Chamber of Secrets came out on DVD.
And my babysitter for the summer watched many children at once.
And when the young kids would take a nap, I'd watch Chamber of Secret on pay-per-view.
Every. Single. Day.
I loved that movie so much, I cannot even express it.





Anyway, like I said, it's 2 AM. I can't do this anymore. I'm spell checking then going to bed.
I'll do more tomorrow, I promise. <3

Grace: is a little upset but a lot of happy.

so Friday was the Sayre fireworks as you may have already known. it was odd, because the last time I went it was my last day with John and my first day of Dillon.

anyway, me and Dillon got there extremely early because we had nothing else to do. we walked around and had some burgers, and then walked around some more. we ended up later on finding a spot in the very front, using my jacket as a blanket we watched fireworks and stuff.

and it started to rain, more like a mist, so we stood up and watched fire works. of course we kissed during the finale, a lot. we walked around town because we couldn't his grandmas house and thats where the car was.

eventually we found the car and drove home and I did end up spending the night. I wasn't tired so Dillon offered a book and I was like... the first Harry Potter! and so I just read that most of the night, well, until 1. in the morning. I got to chapter 3... I was aiming to finish. he had the small paper back version and it didn't look intimidating... that book is magic in itself, Jesus.

so anyway, the next day was great. woke up around 7 AM for no reason, maybe because of the ridiculously loud neighbors or something. but I eventually fell back asleep until 840 something, normally Dillon is up by 8, so I wondered if he was up or not. after being really impatient I got up and went to his room and laid next to him in bed. I love his room, its so comfy. he woke up and stuff, and I had to go downstairs because if I was found in there we'd be in big trouble. he came down a billion years later it felt like and joined me on the sofa in his basement.

we had breakfast (eggs and ham and some toast) and then went back downstairs and listened to a Beatles record. Dillon eventually left for a shower, and his mom and dad left to take his dog, Petey, to get his hair cut. Dillon takes long showers so I fell asleep for another hour and when he came down I think we just watched tv or cuddled. I decided since Petey was back I should take a shower so I did, then I don't even know. It's sort of scrambled but at some point I had a Lean Pocket. we had dinner, and then took a walk to the D&R. we sat and he took a minute to remember my order: small chocolate twist in a bowl with rainbow sprinkles and a water. he just got a twist on a cone.

we walked home after eating and decided on swimming which we never actually did.

Joelle, omg. I had this weird girly mood swing thing and when we were watching T.V I just started crying for no reason, just looking at him made me start BAWLING and I had no idea why. I just felt like something in me was like... he left me or soemthing, and I was like. lets just go a bit early (taking me home) and drive around. so we did and even looking at his stuff and house and hearing his voice and laugh made me want to bawl. but I couldn't because his mom was there and I just was like wanting to hug his dogs and everything the whole "good-bye" bit, so when we got in the car we listened to Lua by Bright Eyes which made me BAWWWWWWWWWL and I just couldn't stop and I leaned against him and he had his arm around me and said I got you", which always makes me feel better.

he drove to Waverly and to the park and we sat on a bench and laughed as people all around us were shooting off fireworks, literally everywhere you looked you could see some. we eventually had to go, hopped in the car at 920 and left for my house.

we always take this back road to my house so we did, and we stopped at the very top of my hill and got out and walked along the country road, the sky was beautiful, the moon nearly full and bright, and in the distance you could see Waverly(?) and tiny fireworks in the sky. you know where I'm talking about since you road my bus, there's that road with a long red barn on it, and stuff... well there's also a lake on the land and it was all so beautiful, just a great reminder of how wonderful the country can be.

this is where my night gets tricky, and upsetting. we drove to my house and I wasn't sure if my mom would be home yet or not, she went to the races. I went inside to pee and had Dillon come inside with me because even though I knew she'd be back eventually that night I still didn't want to be alone for some reason. Dillon called his mom and she said I could stay another night so I wrote a note and we went back home.

I was worried the whole ride home but also happy. it was like a dream, being able to go back to his house with him, sitting in the car wtih him it was good.

I called mom eventually and it just sank, I cried on the phone and said 'bye, and she came to get me. I just couldnt stop crying. Dillon was waiting outside the bathroom door and came in to hold me and breathed in my ear to keep me calm but I just didn't want to be calm I was upset I felt horrible.

he lead me to the guest room and we sat on the bed and I cried some more and then we talked and I cried and his mom came up and I tried explaining things to her but she just wouldn't get mad at me and I wish she would because then I would be able to say it was my fault it was just me being eager to spend another night with them.

I sort of wish someone would blame me.

so that's why I'm typing this whole blog, because I'm home now, it's Sunday, and I've been a bit upset all day, trying to sleep the day away because I shouldn't be here.
I should be with him.

Grace: is going to have to make lots of blogs to make up for yours while you're beaching

it's always really hard for me to decide how I want to type. I usually type like this, all lower cap except for the necassary pronouns, and of course I always use appropriate grammar. I think I'll type like my true self so our readers (....) can get a better feel for who I am. ahem anyway

thank God we apologized because we were both secretly going crazy because we're both secretly stubborn assholes. APOLOGIES OVER FACEBOOK FTW!!

EXTREMELY WEIRD NEWS BROADCAST THAT IS SO IMPORTANT ITS GOT TO MESS UP MY BLOG

O.M.G Joelle. There is seriosuly 18 sex offenders around Athens. One lives on South Main Street. HE'S THE CREEPIEST THING EVER I'M GOING TO HAVE NIGHTMARES KILL ME

oh by the way I found this all on Facebook, rofl. it's an application. SERIOUS BUSINESS

anyhoo...

so yeah. Dillon had a gig today at Abby Slocums house (FREAKING LOADED). they played for a while, it was nice, I enjoyed it. it was a party for all the science olympiad? idk some higher degree of science club. so John was there. which wasn't all that awkward I guess we just didn't talk and I just didn't care so.

but I don't even know why today was so nice. it just was. just being with Dillon I guess. really, that's all there is to it. lately it's so weird because usually i'm so anal about like this whole love deal, but lately i'm just accepting it and not trying to find a reason for everything. I mean of course, I rarely do that in the first place, I used to, but it sort of dwindled, and now its dwindled to nothing. instead of finding reasons all of the time I've just sort of accepted that there's not always a reason for everything.

WAIT

THIS COULD MEAN THAT FOR ONCE

WITHOUT A REASON

WITHOUT SOMEONE TICKLING MY TOES OR BUYING ME A NEW WARDROBE OR GETTING MY HAIR DONE OR SOMETHING OR MAYBE FEEDING MY FACE (I'm hungry by the way)

I'M JUST SIMPLY

HAPPY?

WOAH

that's amazing.

anyway, here's a picture of Dillon. or a couple I dunno he's cute. all playing the bass and stuff. I've decided that I am going to rant here about Dillon to make up for all the times you've ranted about Alex (and seriously I just realized Brandon's arm in the background is missing hand. LOL). you know how you love everything about Alex? but there's just these few things that are your favorites? like maybe Alex's beer belly is your favorite thing of all your favorite things about Alex. well, Dillon's hazel eyes are my favorite. they just say so much. and I don't know why, but every once in a while they change. like explode. like they aren't even green. it's like a coppery color around his pupil, exploding outward into a grey sky. but it's just the most beautiful thing, and I'm still trying to piece together when they do that. because hazel eyes change with feelings or some shit, right? mine are just green and they get bored and flip to blue or don't quite make it and flip to grey. and even when Dillon's eyes aren't an explosion of amazing, they're still this really great color of green. like... pot green. and to me they've always spoken to me like calmness. mellow. a mellow green. and they just have so much feeling. when he's worried or concerned they deepen and bring out some sort of innocence. and I guess just by his eyes you can tell his emotions.

I'm going to hit [ENTER] so that this paragraph isn't ginormous. so anyway. I wish I could just go on and on and explain every thing about Dillon but I might get carpal tunnel.

BUT there's one more thing I must absolutely positively add about Dillon before I move on... I love his nose. like really. it's got these really faint freckles on it, that are just so darned cute I can never get over it. just... okay I'm done. AND I LOVE THAT PICTURE OF HIM, ROFL. Look at his feet. JESUS I LOVE HIS FEET, TOO.

....

so the gig went pretty well and I went home with Dillon and we went swimming with his neighbor Matt. when we all escaped back to the basement we ate chips and pretzels and played Monopoly on Dillon's Super Nintendo. we decided it was getting late and that whoever won the bid (had the most money basically) on this 100 dollar piece of property that person would win. Dillon won. I was second however.

Matt left and me and Dillon watched Beavis and Butthead LOL. It was so great, and their humor is a lot like Dillon's which makes me laugh so hard. like, "heheh, she said hard, heheh". DILLON MOMENT. I seriously am so in love with this man it is AMAZING and we should have another club "She's Crazy In Love With This Guy and I'm Crazy In Love With That Guy".

we have soo many clubs.

I have a lot to get off my chest tonight so this whole post might be like, 50 pages long (heheh she said long heheh).

I am so nice, I know, and I always thought I was sooo bad ass. turns out I'm a pansy. and I could never hate anyone. but boy, do I hate The One Who's Name Is Not Worthy Of Saying. ask me and I'll tell you. but really... ugh. he's in my dreams and he's so happy, and my mom's so happy, and he's like hey grace. and I'm like I HATE YOU, FUCK YOU. and I wake up all pissed. I see him and I get so pissed. and it's really sad because I actually liked him.

I'm done with my emoness (for now).

and, apparently, blink-182 is working on a new song (holy shit, seriously).

hope you don't get too much sand in unwanted areas and have your cousin walk in on you as you're cleaning the areas with unwanted sand (I'M SERIOUS, IT HAPPENS... to me).

BEACHES SUCK I JUST LIKE TO IMAGINE THAT I LIKE THEM.

Joelle: One

I wasn't mad at you. I was just annoyed.
I'm sick of not speaking.
I went out of character, but people just explode sometimes.

I've got words up the wazoo, but none that relate to the situation.

Grace: has no title.

I don't think I'm mad at you, so that's a start. I don't think I ever was.
Just a little taken aback, but I guess I understand.

I've got no words.

Joelle: JUST SNEEZED. NO LIE.

Hey. I just thought I'd mention that I changed our time zone.
I love Alex, but having his time zone at the bottom of these is TEARING ME APART.

Kay, now that that's out of the way.
YOU SKIPPED A DAY.
This deserves punishment.
You must do your entire next blog in rhyme.

It is pretty awesome when we're together. I'll admit that.
And I'd really REALLY love to hang out today,
but I've got schoolwork to do and I have to pack for the beach.
-iz totally wearing her "TEAM LUPIN" t-shirt every day-

By the way, check out how long his hair is here. GAG ME WITH A SPOON.
Seriously, his hair is longer than mine there. XD Next order of business; Today I found a dollar in the washing machine. I also feel like you because I REALLY NEED TO SHAVE ME LEGS. Argg, I be a pirate. ROFL. I know I talk about him ALL THE TIME, and I'll stop after this, but his Twitter just said: TheRemusLupins our tour has a new contact person, please direct all questions to @djembeunity djembeunity is Toby. Toby is the guy with the creepy face paint on:

At the concert he was like "These ladies came over here for a hug, right?" and I was like "YES. O__O" so I hugged that creepy white-faced-dread-lock-sunglasses man. It was the most BADASS thing I've ever done.

Also, Jarrod was there (guy on right)
He's cool.













Right. LOVE YOU. <3 :]
You're my bestestestestestestestest friend.

P.S.- Get a bathing suit. I got a bikini to show off my hot bod. XD
P.S.S.- I've tried formatting this like I usually do and Blogspot is like "NO, BITCH."
So if it comes out all weird, I'm sorry. DEAL WITH IT. I've been sitting here for the past 15 minutes trying to fix it.

Grace: skipped a day oops.

HI.

You are an amazing friend Joelle. If you weren't I'd be pissed about your laziness and stuff, but I'm not at all. I'm just looking forward to see you again.

And when we are with eachother it's AMAZING.

Waiting in line and british accents and Conor Oberst's slurping and riding the bus and telling everyone we're lesbians and sharing a tootsie roll and HEY KID...DROP THAT UMBRELLA!

And how my mom loves you. ROFL and you mount my father.

And just meeting you was the greatest. LOL

So shutup, whore. You're the best ever. Really. I was just having a bad day.

But so yesterday I was with Dillon and we went to the cafe. OH, and before that we made this freakish baby on the Sims 2. IT WAS SO FREAKISH. HUGE ALIEN EYES AND NO NOSE. It was like Voldemort's baby. LOL it was grand.

And it's name is Butt. ROFL

Then we went to his house and played Paperboy (OMG) and some other lame Sega Genesis games, rofl.

SO, SO SO. Anyway. Cafe. I ordered this amazing thing called a cold turtle latte with whip cream on top. IT IS ORGASMIC. I need another one, by the way.

Dillon didn't feel good so we sat a while. When he felt better we walked. Um, hm. Drove hommmee annddd pulled over and watched the sky turn to night. The fire flies were gorgeous. Everywhere it was like the sky was being mirrored.

Drove me home and I just well you know because I texted you. So.

That's the end of my blog I guess.

I'm hoping to get a bathing suit sooner than this weekend. Hopefully.

Joelle: The Apology

I'm sorry I'm such a shit-ass friend.

I know what you mean, though. I used to get all excited about plans and going to the movies and hanging out with friends.
But I guess it's all the times I've been stood-up that has made me such a hard-ass.

And with all the times you've implied you'd like to do something...
And I just acted oblivious...
Look, I knew you wanted to do something,
but I'm just such a shit friend that I put myself before how you felt and pretended not to notice.

I'm sorry you cried.

But, if we're having a cry-fest, I might as well express how I feel.
And I'm really sorry if this seems like I'm being a baby and a shitfuck
Just know that I really do love you. And I'm no good at this.

That has been my summer since I was probably 8.
From the day my mom stopped planning play dates, I've been alone through the summer.
You are my only friend.
I don't know if you know that, but it's true.
I mean, yeah, I have Jake and Emily.
But I talk to Jake twice a month and Emily once every other month.
I never get invited to parties, and when you invite me I say no because I'm a lazy shit.

And if you texted me, I'm sorry. I received no text message.

I'm sorry if it seems like I use you, but I really don't think I do.
I know it probably seems like all I ever do is talk about Alex,
But that's because you're the ONLY one I can talk to.
And you know how it is when you love someone.
They're all you think about.
They're all you want to talk about.
Nothing else matters except for them.
And you just wanna convince everyone of how magnificent they are.

And I've been a prick.
I'm sorry.
I love you. I really do.
That's no excuse for my behavior.

I'm just so used to being alone that being alone is my comfort zone.

So, I'll stop talking about every dream I have.
And I'll shut up about Alex.
And I want to talk about you more, not just me.
And I want you to feel on top of the world.
And I want you to be happy with Dillion.
And I want you to just forget me when you're with him.
He's more than I'll ever be.
And I'm happy that you have him.

Grace: just bawled her eyes out for the last half hour.

Sigh.

Hello. I figured I'd blog nice and early since I have a few things to get off my chest, I guess.

It's just... Every single summer is the same for me. End of the year, I'm close friends with a few people, so we make some plans, and I get all excited. Then the plans never happen, the calls never happen the whole keeping in touch never happens and maybe that's my fault, you know, it probably is.

So me crying for the past half hour in the shower about it probably doesn't make you feel bad for me.

And no one even knows, except for like, you now.

But really. Every summer is this big stretch and fucking emptyness where I realize I only have like, three friends. And yeah I live 30 fucking minutes away but fuck. I didn't think everybodies rents were that fucking lazy.
If my mom was home all of the time and my grandparents weren't so lost all of the time, I'd go see my friends. But my mom isn't home all of the time, barely at all, and my grandparents ARE lost all of the time.

I just wish that when I texted someone they'd text back, especially someone who is considered my best friend...I wonder if I'm even hers. I bet I'm not.

I love you. You really are such a great friend. I'm sorry to be complaining or whining and shit... Because you do a great job.

And so does Dillon.

Its just sometimes... I feel like most of my friends just use me. Which they probably too but I'm too nice to fucking care and just blame myself and cry.

So... yep. That's my day. I hope yours is way freaking better, love.

Joelle: Sha la la is the new bah bah bah

I love you and Dillion. You two are the cutest thing I've ever seen.
And really, congratulations on 10 months.
My longest real relationship lasted 2 hours. Hooray for me.

But I thought I'd tell you about the dream I had last night.
About... The Gryffindor That Must Not Be Named... or Alex... whichever.

In the dream I was looking into a mirror and I pulled out my cell phone. And I called him.
"Hey Alex, I'm drrrrrunk," said I. Then I proceeded to whisper, "for pretend."
He laughed and said, "Oh, well, do you want me to come over?"
Naturally, I agreed and he arrived at my house.
I then pretended to vomit and do other drunk things. It was fun.

Also, Harry Potter the Musical is the most glorious thing I've ever seen.

I'll link it here because I know you'll never watch it, but I'll tape you down to watch it sometime.
Voldemort is so amazing.

I just got hit with a huge wave of exhaustion, so I'll wrap it up.
Grace, you are the only person who really gets my thing with Alex.
My whole family knows now, but they think it's another phase.
But you've been around my phases. Remember the Johnny Depp obsession?
And the Orlando Bloom obsession? And the Tim Burton obsession?
I still love all of them, but I've kind of moved on.
And Alex isn't like that.
At all.
And you know that.
And I love you. ^__^
You're my best friend. Period.

Now, I shall go listen to my iPod because I would like to hear his voice again.
I love his voice, you know. Even though it's actually very strange.
It's nasally, and he's got a lisp, and he's got that southern California accent.
But I would recognize that voice anywhere.
And I that's why I love it.
I don't know what I'd do without it.

Also... MONTY PYTHON.

I call this one, In Drunk Motion.

Grace: i'm tired as shit, thanks.

But I have to write in this blog about my amazing day. Because I love you. And you always tell me I'm cute. But I know you say it because you feel guilty because you're ranting about HP and Drunk One Who Must Not Be Named because to everyone else besides you and me and him it's a big secret.

So... Today was Father's day and I went to Dillon's house. It's our ten month anniversery (yippee!) and so I wanted to be with him. We just lounged around and watched Comedy Central movies all day... Like Idiocracy and Beerfest. They were actually alright movies.

Then we ate dinner and decided to go to Waverly for ice cream. So he got this massive freaking chocolate ice cream called White Lightening. It melted EVERYWHERE and was just a mess. It was really funny.

We walked around town for a bit talking and visited "our park". Ah... :) Anyway... Sat and talked for. ever. Which is always really nice I love just talking with him. He's my best friend. Really. Other than you, of course.

You're cute.

So, anyway, went home, lounged some more, then he drove me home.

I'm suddenly entertained by the fact that the examples for a label are "Scooters, vacation and fall."
All totally irrelevent and who uses scooters?


Saw a guy on a moped today while me and Dillon got ice cream. He was like... Flying. It was amazing.

Also... JAMES DEAN.

Joelle: In the Form of Her First Post on This Blog

Dear, your dreams get pretty fucked sometimes.
The Sims are too much fun.
Happy 10 months.
I WON'T FUCKING FORGET. KTHNX. <3

So, I went through every picture of Alex I have on my computer and found that my first picture of him was saved on:
July 19th, 2008.
So, that's like...11 months?
Holy shit.
Dude, I totally met him on our 11th.
OH MY GOD.
I MET HIM ON OUR 11TH.
HOW FUCKING MEANT TO BE ARE WE!??!?!

Ugh. I swear so much weird stuff happens that just alerts me that we're so perfect.
For example:
He is often known as "Remus" because he is in the band "The Remus Lupins" and bears a resemblance to how Lupin is described in the book.
- He is a Gryffindor commonly known as Remus Lupin.
I am a Hufflepuff (as was Tonks in the books).
- I am a Hufflepuff, like Tonks.
So! Remus ends up marrying Tonks, eh? EH?
I might also mention that there is a hefty age difference between Tonks and Remus, something like 13 years.
There's 12 years between me and Alex.
MATCHED <3



Y'know how when you meet someone special or famous and you're all nervous and shaky and there's MASSIVE butterflies in your stomach?
Well, meeting Alex wasn't like that.
I thought I'd be really nervous and my face would turn red and I'd just be like "-mumbles- thanks."
But, I wasn't.
Everything felt so... right, standing next to him.
Is that too cliche?
I just... I wasn't nervous or red-faced or boomerang butterflies in my stomach.
Seeing him... Talking to him... it just felt so natural.

My mom said: "Getting you to sign something is the only thing keeping me from the car right now."
Alex, "So if I sign this you'll leave?"
Me, "No! We're not leaving. We'll stay here forever."
Alex, "I mean, we're dressed the same, you can't leave!"
Note:
I was wearing a white dress-shirt, my Hufflepuff tie, my black vest, and black jeans with converse.
Alex was wearing a white dress-shirt, his Gryffindor tie, his black vest, and black jeans with converse.
That's love. <3


So that's all I have to say for today, I think.
I'm sure I'll have more to say about Alex in my next post.
This project should be a fun one. :]
GOODNIGHT GRACE. <3>

P.S.- I found this from September 12th, 2008. Enjoy. <3

Grace: a really uneventful day full of nothing

So, what the hell was that dream about? I had the craziest dream. EVER. It was all very.. Sim-like. And I was Harry Potter. And my boyfriend was being held captive for Pokemon? I'm not even going to search this on dreammoods.com.

I have my hopes up that maybe today I'll see Dillon. It's the only thing on my agenda so far, and I haven't seen him in like...Three days. That's forever in boyfriend/girlfriend world.

So turns out I can't and so I just plays Sims all day and end up making a Sim of me and him because I'm desperate (so far we've already had a kid and gotten married).

Anyway, after playing Sims and being annoyed at not being able to see him dad takes me to get pizza and stuff.

Come home and get royally PISSED OFF at my computer mouse for it won't work. Freaking dumb. But it works now so... whew.

JOELLE MET ALEX. O.M.G., this is so huge you have no idea. I love her. That's sort of why we're blogging together. Because she's my best friend and we don't live so close and never see eachother so...Hopefully this helps.

Tomorrow is me and Dillon's 10 months... Going to go see him and hang out with Simo (Alex Simmonds), BT (Brandon Thompson) and Keith. Maybe manican ass (Nick Wheeler), too?

I'll let you know how that goes. Also, Joelle, don't forget to ask/beg/plead for that show in Jersey on Monday...