mariah

hey julie and winchesters who r they any way u the best jules its me mariah ur best friend u keep writing so write me back okie dokie robin

summer blog, my farewell

good bye,
one and all.
read all summer here,
i'll try to post daily.
friend me on facebook,
if you have one.
good bye,

julie lynne conradi

my music and other unrealted things

yep.

i realiezed heidi and spencer's last name is prefect for them;; pratt. x]
roy campbell is my hero. he played a wendigo. and we all know i have a wendigo obbession.

summer news;;

as we all know, it is almost time for summer. =]

and for the very, very few that read my blog, i will have a summer one at my own personal gmail accounat (JulieLynneConradi@gmail.com), where you can keep up with me all summer. i'll post the link tomarrow.

Chibi!Winchesters In Spanish

It's a crap job I did on paint, but I like it. Chibi!Winchesters are just to adorable for words. *gets feeling Dean wouldn't like her saying that much...*
x]

More on the comic...
Sam's listing to an EMF thingy in the first panel, Dean's necklace...no wait, you is gonna have to watch one of Julie's favorite SPN episodes to wait and see! a Very Supernatural Christmas.
the the one picture in the upper right hand cornor, Sam rather not be there and Dean is ready to get some demon buttukey

&&this takes sadistic to a whole new level. subtitled, mind gam

you wanna know what i do when i'm board?
no?
okay.
i'll tell you any ways.
when i'm board, i take any object in the room i'm in, and count how many ways you could kill someone with it.
and the emo quiz i said i wasn't emo...

pshh. yesterday was pretty good. and other unrealted things

why? let me make a list. i love lists.
1. the first four episods of season two of SPN was at home, waiting for me. i watched all of them twice. expect for the one with the clown. i don't like clowns. sam doesn't, either. wait, that was irrelevent!
2. i got ice cream cake and peanut m&ms. yum
3. i updated my medical jargen (read: i watched house & mental. the lady she was on a 72-hour hold. so was i!)
4. baylee got yelled at.

yes, that eclisped my madness at mom because she unplugged the internet.

soooooooo....
i came up with more rules.
i'll post it later.

dude. the play. did you like it?

no, really.
did you?

ten more thing about julie lynne conradi

1. i'll watch the new friday the 13th, but not saw. why? cuz john winchester said so, that why? no? alrighty then. cuz the guy from saw's face scares the living daylights out of me.
2. i use the word dude way too much
3. i'm typing this without looking at the keyboard
4. i love apple pie!!!! =]
5. i love lists
6. i love SPN...wait you knew that, eh?
7. my favorite type of movies are action and horror. or comedy.
8. i shall watch melrose place this fall just cuz one of the actors on there was the original ruby (katie cassidy), and i still have an inkling of respect for ruby
9. i'm bi-polar
10. i need more sleep.....!

dude. eight more days.

until schools out! =]
schools out for summer
schools out forever...
why yes, i do randomly sing alice cooper, thank you very much.
now i shall go back to reading, nevermore, which meets my unbelievably high standards when it comes to SPN.
no, really.
dude, its unbeliebly intertaining.
and such.
between the star wars refrences, and dean's constant SOB-ing/roadrage, i'm happy.
give me an apple pie, and i'd be in heaven.
and put me in heaven and i'll be in heaven.
again.
was that redunant?
i don't know...and i really don't care.
now leave me to the classic rock songs playing in my head. which is my idea of bliss, 'kay?

meh favorite words and other unrelated things

1. dude [dude, i've been using 'dude' to much lately]
2. oxymoron [best. word. ever]
3. apple pie [okay, this is two words, but still]
4. geek-fu [let kung-fu. only geekyer. i have a blackbelt in this. pi-ya!]
5. supernatural [nen]

dude, i got spn books! i'm reading them now! i has three of thems! it's like fan-fic, only better! cuz the writers are pros.
now, i have more wisecracks to laugh at.

i have a real good reason for the salt i always have with me

ah, salt. my favorite mineral compound.
folklore about it goes back for thousands of years.
greeks, romans, and hebrews alike all sacrificed it, considered it powerful [were they ever right!] and ate a bunch of it. the romans even salted there wine. today, some people salt their beer, because of an old scottish tradtion, in which a pinch of salt was added to a bach of mash to keep out witches. romisn legend has it womens that are preggers have to eat salt, or else they're gonna give birth to a bloodsucker. in japaneses folklore, ghosts are packed into jar full of salt. some olde books on ghosts and such read, " the devil loveth no salt in his meat."
and spirits loveth no salt blasted out if the barrel of a gun into there transparent tummys. no, it won't kill them, but it will buy you some time.
to keep spirits out of a place, line the doors and windows with salt. it holds them off.
and it keeps away the fey, too.
see? salt isn't just for french fries.

god, i hate needles

uh-huh.
you heard right.
i'ma back!
/does the happy dance/
where was i?
sharp mesa vista hospitle.
why?
because john winchester said so, thats why. x]
just kidding.
nope.
i don't really remember why.
but i have multipul personas, so yeah.
i also might possibly be bi-polar.
so yeah.
enough of that!
how was your week?
anything interesting happened while i was eating crap food?
tell me. please.

all julie needs to know in life plus the fangirl code of conduct. or we could cut the crap and call it julie's rules and things to live by

this is very long, but worth the read.
basicly, it's what SPN & ABVH has teach me.

1. don't do drugs. they slow your reaction time.
2. sometimes the only right answer is "bite me."
3. there's no such thing as too much weapons. espally when your weapons choices are a bag of salt, silver bracelets, band-aids, a cross necklace from hot topic, and the abilty to make yourself look insane at will.
4, get a black belt in kempo. you never know when you are going to be placed in a situation when you need to karate chop someone.
5. don't date [insert monster of your choice here]. kill them.
6. when the going gets tough, the tough starts shooting bad guys. unless the tough haven't yet gone to her uncle's house in washington to learn how to shoot a gun. then, the tough pull a few one-liners, and GET THE HECK OUT OF IMPALA!
7. when in doubt, quote: a) anita blake, b) dean winchester, or c) bobby singer.
8. when the going gets really tough, the tough calls in backup. namely, the winchesters, bobby, anita blake, and edward. *note: edward is not edward cullen from twilight. no, the edward julie is talking about kills vampires with a flamethrouwer. and despite popular believe, edward DOES have a heart*
9. don't jude by apperences. they may look like a child, but they could really be a 1000+ year old vampire, or posessed by a demon.
10. tough people are shorter then you'd expect. which just makes them that much tougher.
11. just because your human doesn't mean your not a monster.
12. the monsters aren't always the bad guys.
13. NEVER, EVER WASTE A GOOD THREAT. that means you: a) just hold your tounge, or b) carry out your threats.
14. it's okay to slept with a stuffed animal is someone, or something, is trying to kill you on a daily baises.
15. just becaue someone's your friend, don't assume they won't torture you if they have to.
16. never assume anything we all know what happens when you assume something.
17. most monsters can smell fear.
18. what you don't know CAN hurt you.
19. what you do know can hurt you too.
20. an immprtal species cannot become extinct.
21. a cross necklace only works againest vampires if you believe in God.
22. blood washes out in cold water.
23. you need at least one pair of overalls. they're very handy for kepping your clothes and the blood you have to deal with apart from each other.
24. only scream as a last resort.
25. both guilt and revenge are great motovations.
26. never forget who your ememies are. and the fact that the best way to deal with them is to outlive them.
27. insane people are often dangerous. insane people with guns are always dangerous/ that, my dears, is why having a gun license and being able to look insane at will are musts.
28. death, contrary to popular believe, is often a choice.
29. everyone has secrets.
30. life is tough, and the universe in not fair. it is always as bad as you think, and they ARE out to get you.
31. be careful what you wish for. all wishes have the possivlilty to reselt in EMO TEDDY BEARS. and emo teddy bears are just scary...
32. somethings there is nothing you can do. if you ever find a time like that, to calm yourself down, hum Metallica or other rock band.
33. girls DO need to learn how to put on makeup.
34. always were black converse to a crime scene.
35. it's hard to find form evening wear that will conceal a gun. which is why if you need to bring a weapon to a event that requires evening wear, throwing knifes are a better bet.
36. if you must die, die brave. it pisses your ememies off.
37. long hair can hide a weapon.
38. you can't be too careful.
39. if the fight is going well, it's more likely than not a trap.
40. always stick by your siblings. you never know when you'll need to be cut free from an apple free.
41. plan ahead. always carry a jumbo bag of peanut m&ms, some salt, and a paper clip.
42. if you can't fight or flee, be funny.
43. shotguns speak louder than words.
44. really. drive a '67 black chevy impala everywhere.
45. no matter the gas price, drive everywhere. its cheaper than flying everywhere.
46. sometimes your the bug, sometimes your the windsheild.
47. if it's evil, kill it.
48. if it's immocent, protect it.
49. if you have a lost relitive, look for them.
50. get a black belt in something, learn how to throw knifes, and to shoot a gun.
51. carry salt and Holy Water at all times.
52. please, when you obtain the Holy Water, don't steal it. you can either a) get it free from your church or b) make your own.
53. charm and wit make for good self defence.
54. no chick-flick moments. ever.
55. if there's free food, take it!
56. learn how to play pool.
57. learning how to play poker can't hurt, either.
58. drive a cool car. preferably a '67 black chevy impala.
59. listen to classic rock.
60. if you're afraid of heights, drive everywhere.
61. the driver always picks the music. the shotgun always shuts his or her cakehole. usless you are the one riding shotgun. then, object to any and all abba or npr played.

if you'll like it, i'll post more. when i think of some

don't annoy the authoress.

she will put you in her book, whole name and all, and kill you off.
coughheidicough
i don't want too kill book-heidi. but real-heidi might leave me no choice.

the contents of the bag i alway carry. basicly it has everything but my pen x]

my ds
a comb
my blue mp3
band-aids
random paper
a snack bar thats about a week old and is squoushed and i should throw out
my new library card. i lost my old one. pity, too. i had memorized the number on it. 23650006039494. see?
salt.
money
candy wrappers
a pencil
an eraser
stickers.

yeah. like i said, everything but what i really need. my pen. and i know i friggen grabbed 3 of them this moring. 3 pens!!! and not one made it to school with me. NOT fair.

oh, well. i love girl scouts. and thursday night meetings

troop 5988 meeting never fail to entertain.
no, really.
i ended up siting on stevie, my best friend's cousin. and yes, i know he's a boy. he comes to the meeting because his dad ain't home when they has to leave.
so, yeah.
me and victoria tend to yell at him. but he's as good as family, so yeah.

the untitled zahlia lynx blackwell project offically has a title

yep.
i'm happy about that.
it took me almost to weeks to figure it out, and write the first chapter.
it is called..........
"Lee-Lee (So Called)"
the quote mark just siginfy my title.
i also found i've been taking real life expearces and puting them in there.
and names too. like the one of a certian heidi molina. i'm holding that over heidi's head, if she pisses me off, heidi molina-blackwell get killed in the book. and heidi told me: "b-but i don't want to die in the book."
so then stop calling me crazy, and you won't.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

that was my reaction when i found out adam didn't win american idol. i wasn't that happy, to say the least.

nothing to say.

expect for this.

julie's list of five best tv shows ever [at the moment x]!

julie's talking in the third person is starting to creep julie's mom out x]

1. SPN [dur]
2. glee [funny. and lots of singing]
3. AI [two words: adam lambert]
4. chuck [psh... NEN]
5. sienfeild [NEN]

well, i have found a show that bumps AI to number three

yep.
one word:
glee.
i watched the preview last night and i loved it.
it made me laugh. a lot.
and then i had to explain it to my little sister after the smallest one left the room.
it was funny.
and i woke up my dad with singing along with the musical numbers.
that wasn't so fun.

it is offically offical: julie has too much free time

look what a certin fangirl found on photobucket:x] fear the fans!!!! trust me, fans (espally fangirls) can be very scary when they want to.

Wake Me Up When September Begins

inspired by inevitable September, which i am really looking forrard to this year. coughseason5cough

Summer has gotta pass
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September begins

like my father's come to pass
nine months has gone so fast
wake me up when September begins

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who i are

as it's memory rests
but never forgets what happened
wake me up when September begins

summer has gotta pass
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September begins

ring out the bells again
like we did when the season ended
wake me up when September begins

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who i are

as it's memory rests
but never forgets what happened
wake me up when September begins

Summer has gotta passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

like my father's come to pass
nine months has gone so fast
wake me up when September begins
wake me up when September begins
wake me up when September begins

superpowers

if you had own superpower, what would you chose?
for me, its a hard choice, but if i could, it would be total and complete control over all aspects of the mind, human or otherwise.
that includes:
mind reading
making others hear your thoughts as if they were their own. not controling them, just making you hear them
controling an other's actions
controling thoughts (very different than the ones above)
going inside a person's mind. i think they did that in a movie once. i have it home. i can't remember want it's called, but the box and the summery on it used to scare me so bad when i was little. and yet i read the back of the box for fun

and stuff like that

is it september yet?

that, my dears, is the question i shall be asking all summer.
i want it to be friggen september already!!!
i have a good reason.
i swear.
not school.
but two words: season five.
and the ironic thing is, they haven't even started filming yet.
trust me.
i checked.
ohmygod.
i seem to be saying that quite a lot lately, eh?
i just had a idea for an SPN parody, to be done after school.
can anyone guess what it is?

teh camping trip: a fun song mash-up

julie went on a camping trip
e-i-e-i-o
and on that camping trip she saw
a doe, a deer, a female deer
a ray, a drop of golden sun,
an itsey bitsy spider
that is now stuck to the bottem of her shoe
and
she's got the whole camp in her hands
the wide camp in the hands
she made crafts with the daisys, with her hands
and then
i like don't like coffee or tea.
but we went to julian
and got apple pie.
and nobody in all of oz,
no wizard that there is or was
is ever gonna bring me down
but life is a highway,
and i had to drive it all night long

so that was my weekend

ten more things julie bets you didn't know about julie

1. julie often refers to herself in the third person. like elmo does.
2. julie took a facebook quiz. it said her theme song was 'secret agent man.' julie liked that. expect for one little flaw in the impala: julie is a girl
3. julie took another facebook quiz. it was which harry potter character was julie. and apperently julie is albus dumbledore. so julie is apparently dead, because dumbledore is dead
4. julie is gonna go see wicked! julie has wanted to see it forever and julie's finally old enough
5. julie survived a whole weekend at girl schout camp without going on one hike
6. julie's dad said julie can dye her hair red. so julie is happy.
7. julie has an apple pie addiction
8. julie knows how to twist an arm really good. just ask heidi.
9. julie is gonna turn 13 in hawaii!
10. all summer, julie will ask the question, "is it september yet?"

ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod

julie needs to got to comic-con. on july 27. this year. it is a matter of upmost fangirl importance. because. her. two. favorite. actors. are. going. to. be. there. jesen ackles & jared padalecki are gonna be there. promoiting season 5. of supernatural.
julie is gonna go freak out now.
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now julie just needs ideas to raise money for tickets. please please please please please please tell me if you have any ideas.

ohmygod. deanwinchersterrefencedafriggendisneyshow. ohmygod.

well, i have quite a few thing to say.

first, i have been saying azazel's name wrong the whole time. =/

the second...

okay well first off, they did a big old recap of the season. i didn't pay much attention to it, just the last part.

then it showed the opening title screen, which looks awe-some.

1972: it shosw a pastor, and he kinda got possessed by azazel and yes i know azazel is dead-ish, but it was a flashback-y thing. and then azazel killed a bunch of nuns and went all yellow-eyed one us. and apparently ol' yellow eyes is lucifer's son. whoo, big surprise! and then azazel is told that only lilith can break lucifer out of hell. and then a certian baby can help her out.

and then it cut to sam & ruby. and sam wasn't that happy about his epic fight with dean from last week. or in tv land, a day or two ago.

and then it cut to dean & bobby, & bobby just yelled and yelled and yelled at dean about how dean was better than his father and how he should reach out to his brother and then dean is thinking and looking out the window and then turns around and he ain't in bobby's junkyard anymore, but in a suite-type-thing owned by the angels

i know that cuz zachariah and castiel were there.

and then, as he looks around, dean does the unthinkable:

HE REFERENCES A DISNEY SHOW. A FRIGGEN DISNEY SHOW!

dean said, and i quote. "the suite life of zach and cas."

and of course, the two angels don't get it.

and dean starts to explain, but changes his mind. "its...never mind." and he looks very sheepish that he even referenced a disney show.

and i start to laugh. and my dad & sisters didn't get it. to which i was all. "dean. winchester. referenced. a. disney. show."
back to the room. well, we all thought the room was just for keeping the elder winchester brother safe til the apocalypse. but no.
we have been tricked *instertfangirlgaspshere*.
all those seals lilith has been breaking? well, it was planned to happen. the final seal? lilith. she's killed, the apocalypse begins, lucifer's back. the angels want it happen. after lucifer & and the demons are dead, earth gets a whole new start. who cares if millions of billions of people are killed in the process?
crap.
lets leave you hanging, shall i?
sam & ruby kidnapped lilith's personal chef, who was possing a baby nurse. that's right folks. lilith eats babys. that's just worng on so many leavels. ruby is trying to convince sammy to use miss demon nurse to rev up his demon powers. it boils down to the message from dean on sam's voicemail. originally, it was a dean-winchest-is-actully-sorry-for-once message. but it was a no-way-in-hell-are-you-my-brother message. pun inteanded. and judging by the look on good ol' ruby's face, we all know how it was changed. and guess what? the demon nurse gets to ride in the trunk.
so here we are at father azazel's convent. sam kill lilith, dean shows up, he had gotton there with some help from cas & the phrophet chuck, ruby locks dean out & fills sam in on her evil plan (remember the plot work at the begining?), dean finnaly gets in, and they both kill ruby with her own demon-killing knife. ah, the irony.
the show ends with, well, lucifer rising. only it didn't show it, just a pool of bright white light. and the end creidts were black-type-on-white-background, instead of the white-type-on-black-background.
cliffhanger, anyone?

an except from the untitled zahlia lynx blackwell project

just the first ten paragraphs. tell me if you like it. it's a different voice than what i usually write, its part laurell k. hamilton (i've been read a lot of anita blake lately), part eric kripke (does julie has to explan this one? oh, i do? eric kripke is the total and complete genius who created SPN) fully julie. well, how do you like the new lia?

I was covered in blood, but it wasn't mine.
I lowered my hand, lowered the black gun, and I fingered the silver cross that hung around my neck as approached the body laying on the ground, the bpady I'd just shot.
I kicked the boby. Limp and cold. Dead. Just like the one next to it.
My brother clapped, a loud, vibarting sound. "Nice job, Lia. Not many 16-year-old girls could...ah, dispose of a ghoul one their own, let alone two."
"Not many girls 16-year-old-girls have the sure name Blackwell." I turned and raised my gun at my brother in one swift motion. "Lorissa-is he a ghoul? Or really our brother?" I hissed at my 13-year-old sister.
Lorissa smiled. "No. It is our brother."
"Thanks, Lor." I walked towards my brother. "Sam, we need to clean the place up. Burn the bodies. Check for anything that might be of use to us." I recited from the unwriten Blackwell Rulebook.
"That's my sister." Sam beamed, very rare for him. "Now, you are a hunter in training to make the Blackwell family name proud."
"Which means fake IDs, crappy motel rooms, credit fraud, fake trunks with a thousand and one weapons, and hours at end in a car drive across the country." Lorissa crossed her arms and neared the dead body. "Ew...dead ghoul." She shuddered.
"That's my other sister." Sam grinned and pulled out a matchbook and the keys to his car, a black 1970 Dodge Charger R/T. witch he tossed to me. "Get the gasoline, we're gonna burn this place down."

like it?

lists lists lists and other semi-unrealted things

lists are fun. i make a lot of them.
so are thursdays.
so, today is julie's list of why she likes thursdays:
1. SPN (WHOOT! SEASON FINALE TONIGHT! =])
2. girl scouts (its fun. i don't really do anything but sit and chit-chat on the trampoline or swing seat with victoria)
3. drama ("the world is a stage, and the men and women are mirriorly players."-will shakespear. i don't think i got the quote right, though)

another list:

things i want to do before i die by julie:
1. learn how to properly a gun (i actually might do this this summer. mom said if i really wanted to, she'd ship me up to washington and i'd spend the summer with my uncle who has a lot of guns and goes hunting a lot. not my type of hunting, but hey, i'd learn to shoot a gun, right? =])
2. own 1967 black chevy impala (dream car. when i turn 16, i better look out the window and see that parked on the curve. it don't even have to come black, i'd get it painted. and also imapla's make me squeal like a fangirl =])
3. own a pair of doc martins (mom says as soon as my feet stop growing she'll get me some =])
4. take a road trip across the u.s.a. (=])
5. to be a mom (i bet that one threw you off a bit, eh? x])

and, lastly, before i toattly freak out, one more list

if you had to form a team of people to save the world, who would be in it?
1. the winchesters (all of them, john, sam & dean i don't care that john is dead, leagaly, dean's died twice and is still dead from the first time, and i'm pretty sure sam's part demon. i don't really care]
2. princess leia (she know how to use a gun. 'nuff said)
3. luke skywalker (well, duh. the origanal jedi)
4. anita blake (i'd be crazy not to put her on my team. she has control over a great deal of vampires & werewolves, & weresomesortofcats, she raises zombies, collects stuffed penguins, killed numorus who-know-whats, and can work a gun.)
5. harry potter (he killed voldemort. he can help save the world)
and then put me in with some sort of crazy superpower like complete mind control (control of every aspeck of a person or thing's mind) or at least a decent gun or some throwing knifes, and with everyone's contacts? we'd be more powerful then chuck norris. x]

okay, here's the freak out i meantined earlier:
HOLYTAXACCOUNATHOLYTAXACCOUNATHOLYTAXACCOUNAT
SPN SEASON 4 IS OVER IN, LIKE, 9 HOURS!
EEK!
WHOOT!
NO SLEEP FOR JULIE!
I PROMISE A VERY FUNNY-ISH RECAP TOMORROW OR NEXT WEEK.
EEK!
9 HOURS!
FANGIRL OVERDRIVE!

julie's list of addictions

1. SPN [duh. duh. duh]
2. diet doctor pepper [i am looking forward to the can of diet dr. pepper in my purse-type thing]
3. anita blake books ["because we both know it isn't death we fear. it's living."-anita blake]
4. pie [um, yum]
5. popcorn [^^^]
6. pizza [^^^]
7. pizza hot pockets [^^^]
8. orange popsicles [^^^]
9. random music [yep. its fun like that. espally classic rock -inside joke-ish type thing x]-]
10. father-daughter time [very fun. every friday, dad & i watch r-rated action movies until 3 o'clock in the morning. or SPN re-runs on dvd. either works. i usally end up falling asleep on the couch, though]
11. rpging [fun fun fun!]
12. girl scouts [v. fun. me & victoria just excuse ourselfs & talk & jump on the trampoline, singing random paramore songs, or she watchs while i attempt to sing 'eye of the tiger' and fail, laughing. like i said, v. fun]
13. christmas songs [in may!]
14. pieces of flair [on facebook!]
15. facebook [feel free to friend me. just warning, you will be put on my flair list! x]]
16. SPN
17. SPN
18. SPN
19. SPN
20. did i forget: SPN?

a camping we will go, a camping we will go....

ya'll (not a *puke*hannah*puke*montana*puke* imitation. my mom is from the midwest. so i have a bit of a 'redneck' [mom's word, not mine] vocab) know how the song goes.
anyway.
my girl scout troop is going camping up somewhere between ramona & julian.
this is the first time the encampment has actully been at a campground.

list of what julie is looking forward to:
s'mores!
campfires!
skits!
my SPN waterbottle holder!
the possiblity of getting an apple pie on the way back!
and....
SCARY STORIES!!!!

list what julie is not looking forward to:
the drive up! julie is gonna have to endure a broken poritable dvd player and no SPN season 2 in the mail. and in trade of the mama mia! soundtrack for hours on end. NOT the type of hell i had in mind.
all the bugs!
getting up early!
camp food!
hikes!
and....
stupid arts and crafts!

i have comentment issues.

X]
when i'm writeing, i mean.
i start a novel, get real into it, 8 chapters in, i lose interest and start a new one.
how great is that?

hehe. i made my tee shirt, and other semi-unrelated things

yep. with nail poilish! what fun! i have four others, i'ma gonna wear a new one ever day til thursday.
cuz of the SPN season fanile.
speaking of which, they will showing reruns in the same time slot after the season fanile this week, at least they are next week.
yeah, i looked it up.
not my fault.
if they didn't, i might've died from tv bordum.
but they are, so maybe i won't die of tv bordum after all.
yay!
only 3 more days!!! only 72-odd hours!!! =]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]
exicted? obbesed? who, me?
yeah, go blame it on yasmin.
i don't know if i've said this already, but yasmin is the one who got me obbessed in the first place. she is a very good influnce, that curly-haired Yasmin is.
fangirl out. she has to do some math.

Julie's Eye of Tiger SPN Parody

Don't ask me where this came from. I just had a good idea I guess.
If you need clarification, ask me, I can tell you all you need to know, and then some useless backround info.
Watch this before reading. not only is it funny, but it kinda part of the insparation of this parody. Best of Season 4, with a bit of Season 3, no?


Pulled back up, by Castiel
Did my time, went to Hell
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

So many times, Death happens too fast
She lets you Trade your sole for brother
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep alive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks the demon in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

Motel to Motel, broken A/C
Killin' a ghoul, slaying a demon
She'll stack the odds 'til we have a big fight
For Lilith kills with the skill to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks the demon in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

Pulled back up, by Castiel
Spread some guts, earn some glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks the demon in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

The eye of the tiger (repeats out)...



Really, it's a season 4 recap. with a bit of Seasons 2/3 backround.

SPN SEASON 4 IS ALMOST OVER

noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
where did the season go?
heythatrhymed! x]
nyways, once 10:00 hits on thursday, I will have no life.
besides re-runs.
if they have any.
anyway, to celebrate my SPN fangirlyness, thourghout the week...wait no. you'll just have to wait and see.

well, lol

yesterday I was watchin Bride wars with my mom and sisters and I noticed Kate Hudson's charicter's brother looked a bit like Jensen Ackles.
The extact strand of thougths in my head:
hay, whats-his-name looks like Jensen
holy tax accounant, what if it is?
nah, it ain't him
besides, I have a very clear Dean quote that says:
No Chick Flick Moments
and this is so a Chick Flick

at which point I started to laugh. loud.
and my mom and sisters looks at me funny.

The Julie Dictionary

Well I relieved half the time no one can understand me. So I made this dictionary in hopes that it will make me not as incoherent.

Holy Tax Accountant: 1. an expression of deep surprise 2. in place of a cuss word 3. Castiel
Shizz: 1. in place of a cuss word
There's a flaw in the Impala/I found a flaw in the Impala: 1. I found a problem 2. there's one tiny problem with that 3. correction
Shoot me: 1. talk to me
Close, but no cookie: 1. basically the same as close, but no cigar
Pie: 1. best dessert. ever.
I'm Desserted: 1. I'm stressed
Five Star: 1. the all-knowing Abbie 2. perfect
The all-knowing Abbie: 1. my notebook
Annie: 1. my other name
Goes all fangirl/going all fangirl: 1. like stalker. only better.
Hunter: 1. dream job # 3
My Ever-Praticleness: 1. my ever-paranoidness
Metallicar: 1. The type of car I'm gonna get when I grow up
Camping Provisions: 1. peanut m&m's and a canteen full of water
You just bought an air guitar on ebay: 1. you are stupid
Life Source: 1. Zero sleep and too much caffeine
This is Scarecrows: 1. haunts me worse than cheesy camp songs
Puppy: 1. a small dog 2. a certain fictional psychic demon hunter
Fictional: 1. everything I love that is not real
Hehehe: 1. me laughing at you 2. you laughing at me
Writing like friggen Yoda: 1. Writing how Yoda Talks
Don't Ask: 1. you CAN ask, but I'll talk your ear off 2. really, DON'T ask
You're trying to drown a fish: 1. it's impossible
_____ is armmed with purple markers: 1. don't mess with _____

more to come....

Chapter 8

Lia POV
~~~~~~~~
I listen to the waterfall. Whoosh, whoosh whoosh.
Not my kind of thing. Water, I mean. It's all wet and stuff.
I shudder.

Lori, for your sake, I hope your right on this, I think.
I am right, Lorissa smiles. I always am.

I roll my eyes. Yeah, right.

Exactly!

You're hopelss, you know that?

No I'm not. I'm full of hope!

Hopeless.

I take a breath, about to dive in. I can feel the sheild, rippleing across my skin.

Lorissa flies ahead of me though the waterfall, then back. See? I'm a-o-kay.

I laugh.

Common! Lori says.

I'm comming, I'm comming.

I fly through the roaring waterfall, bracing myself for the cold.

It doesn't come.

Wow. You were right.

Surpirsed?

Kinda.

Lori laughs. Look around, why don't ya?

I look.

We standing-er, hovering-in an air pocket.

Yeah. An air pocket.

Apperently the place the 'myths' live was in the middle of the waterfall.

Ooo-kay. Where are we?

Rynewlib, the air-pocket city.

Huh?

Rynewlib. Its Faerie.

Which means....?

City in the Waterfall. Rough translation.

You fluent?

I speak all the language of the 'myths.' Faerie, Elven, Mere, Were, Vampyre-

Vampyre? Were?

Vampyre. Why do you think there been all those disappearances in Blackrain?

I nod. I can understand that. But a whole Vampyre language?

Uhh-huh. New Age & Tradtional. She smiles.

I laugh.

What about the Weres? What are they? Any wolves?

She laughs. Were wolves really are myths. No, we have WereLions, WereBears, and WereElephants.

I laugh again. WereElephants. In all my years, I would never, ever, ever guess that WereElephants walked the Earth.

"Ummm....Excuse me, miss, but why are you laughing?" A timid little 'myth' tugges on my dress.

Lori, who is this?

Lori smiles, and touches the ground. "Why hello there, Dyilia. Thats my twin sister, Lia." She hugs the black-haired girl. "She just found out about WereElephants."

"Oh." Dyilia wiggles free from my sister's grasp. "How is that funny?" She frowns.

I laugh again. "Well, I'm kinda used to WereWolves, and stuff like that."

It is Dyilia's turn to laugh. "WereWolves? Now THAT is funny."

I blush.

"Dyilia, would like to lead my sister and I to the your mother?" Lorissa says.

"Do I have to? You know the way as well as I do!" Dyilia crosses her arms.

"Now, Dyilia, I would think that as the daughter of one of the Council memmbers, as one of Rynewlib's Princesses, to show the Silver One to the Council.

"Ooo-kay. Hold up." I say. "Silver One? Council? Princess? Explain."

Dyilia rolles her eyes. "She's the Silver One? She knows nothing. Nice going, Lorissa."

"Dyilia's mother will explain." Lorissa sighs. "I'm not good at explaining things."

I sigh. It's true. She flunks English, year after year, because she always messes up the reports and gets tongue-tied when she tries to present.

Still, I don't like the sound of this 'Silver One' business

Chapter Seven

OMG! WTF? CAT?!?!?
I don't expect you to understand that.
Anyways.
Ebil New charrie! New POV! Really just an intro.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I tap my nails, a perfectly painted gold. I like gold. The best for the best, no?
"What?" I say. "What do you have? Is it something about the Faeries? Good or bad? You know what? I don't what to hear it." I just love doing that, not even letting them have a chance to speak. So fun.
"B-but Miss Saelianna...it's important." The big one, bald, about 40 stutters.
"Richie, how many times have I have told you not to call me that? This place could be bugged. You, off all people should know that." I smile, just to throw him off.
"I dunno.....at least a 500." Richie gulps.
"And how many times have I told you not to a wise guy? No pun in tented."
To anyone not in the know, this would have looked mighty funny. A girl, not even a teen yet, bossing a man who look was both 4 times her age and size?
But most 12-year-old girls weren't Saelianna Smite.
Most 12-year-old girls don't own a gun, let alone a crime ring.
One of the top 5 crime rings in America, to be exact.
Nice, eh?
Like I said, most 12-year-old girls weren't Saelianna Smite.
"I dunno." Richie puts his hands behind his back and looks at his feet.
I let it slide. Goons, no matter how smart, are goons. And Richie Baladove just happened to be one of those goons.
"What is it?" I stand up, hands on desk. "What is it?"
"B-b-b-but said you didn't what to know!" The small one says.
"I very well I know what I said, Karl."
"Hey, what a sec. How come you could say our names, we can't yours?" Richie is slow on the uptake.
"Raise your hand if you own a crime ring." I raise mine. Both Richie and Karl's stay put. "Exactly."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Short, sweet, lets you meet the charrie. Nice, no?

Your Not Gonna Understand a Word of this...But It's Not at all Randomness

That rhymed. Yay! =]

OMG! WTF! CAT! X]
The Family Business. o.O
u nwkr qgwb gw anukws. ;]
PIE! X]
Holy Tax Accountant! X]
Metallicar =]
The Colt + Edward= Yay! =]
Angel Radio =]
There's an Angel and a Demon siting the back seat.... X]
I always thought he meant the state. =]
KAZ 2Y5 =]

I can go on and on..

Who Are You And What Have You Done To Juliana Lynne Conradi?

Okay, I'm gonna do this Supernatural Style =]

Then:
Julie was a super-hyper kid who never shut up
Julie was flunking math
Was afraid of blood (very big)
Julie never had a second thought.
Julie was incomplete.

Now:
I am still hyper (sometimes)
I can make my self shut up!
I am getting A's
Now fear of blood, whatsoever. (I'm afraid of needles now =/)
I have second thoughts. And third. And fourth...
I am whole...i guess.



Now this might not seem like a big deal to you, but I tell you, 6 or so months ago, 'Demon Hunter' wouldn't have been #3 on my list of Chosen Professions. It wouldn't have even been on the list. and now it's only #3 because of the very low probabilty of it happening, otherwise it would be #1.
6 or so months ago watching 8 episodes of Supernatural would have given me nightmares for months. Last night (or this morning), I stayed up until 3 doing exactly that. And I fell asleep on the couch right afterward, to a dreamless sleep.
6 months or so ago I wouldn't have been begging to let my mom get me Doc Martins.
Oops.
I did say that?
I blame Yasmin!

Chapter Six

Ohmygosh!

This chapter is from Lorissa's POV! She has a more refined voice...whereas Lia has a more hardcore one...

********************

It strikes me strange that Lia expected me as her twin sister so fast. If I'd been her, I would have been skeptical.

But she agreed to me so fast, like her subconscious knew all long.

Which, considering my 'life' lately, was all too possible.
I take another look at my sister, who was flying a bit behind me.

She was all silver.

That was why I'm taking her to meet the 'myths' in Faerie form.

Faeries that have silver, even just a bit, have powerful magic.

Lia is pure silver.

My twin sister is the most powerful Faerie-or 1/8 Faerie-in History, all History, Both human and 'myth.'

Now don't you go thinking I'm jeaulos of my sister. By no means am I.
Do you know the amount of responsibility she will hold in the 'myth' community? Yes, the 'myth' community. Not just the Faerie's but all other 'myths'.
Nothing like this has ever happened before.
Ever.
So yeah, I'm not jealous.
Of course, even though we can read each others minds, we can only the thoughts we want each other to hear. So Lia had no idea. And I was not out to tell her.
"We're almost here." I think.
The last safe place for 'myths' was deep in Blackrain Forest, where no ordinary human could reach; behind a roaring waterfall, was a giant meadow, where hundreds of thousands of 'myths'.
"Behind here." I touch down at the base of the waterfall.
"We are going to go through a waterfall?" She lands behind me.
"Um...yes?" I raise an eyebrow, I happen to be quite good at it.
"Crap."
I laugh. That is so Lia.
"Oh. Right. You don't like getting wet."
"Is the waterfall necessary?"
I nod.
"Crap."
Suddenly, an idea comes to my head.
Shield. I think Create a shield.
And how do I do that?
Like this. I radiate my magic over my skin. I fly through the waterfall, then back. Not a drop of water on me. At all.
Could ya go through the process again?
I sigh, and demonstrate for my sister. See?
I think so...let me try. She trys and it works perfectly.
Big suprise.
Ooh, a suprise? Lia looks up. I love suprises. Where?
Nowhere. Nowhere. Now come on.
We fly through the waterfall, the water missing us by feet.

I am on my annule vegatarin kick...

psh...yeah.
The title says it all.
Basicly, every year I make an antempt to become a vegatarin...maybe this year's the year!
Cross your fingers.

can't spell

Chapter Five

"So, what do we do?" Lorissa and I are sitting in Blackwell Manor, half-an-hour later.
"I was hoping you would know. That's why I tracked you down."
Lorissa had grown up in Blackrain Forest, with the vast number of 'myths.' She had herd about a person (me) who sound a lot like her, so she had waited until out our clocks had reset, and befriend me as a 'human.'
'I do know one thing." I brush some dust of the fire place. "Well, three really."
"What?" Lorissa frowns
"Crap. We really need to fix up this place. And I need to meet the myths."
"You said it, agreed, and follow me." Lorissa turned into her Faerie form, ruining another perfectly good dress, a white one from the era we were born.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll fix it later." Lorissa could reading my mind, and only my mind, she was a Faerie. And vice versa.
Brings a whole new meaning to twin telepathy, huh?
I sigh and follow her. "Why are we approaching them as Faeries, anyways?"
"They know me. They don't know you. Aprproaching them as a
myth' is just better."
I flap my wings. "I am a 'myth.' Lets see....Half ghost? Myth. 1/8 Faerie? Check. 3/8 human? Check. I think that quailfys as a 'myth.'" I roll my eyes.
"You know what I mean."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't"
"Look, if you look at bit more like them, they might like you a bit better."
"What, you can't put a good word in for me?"
She stares at me.
I shut up.
For a long time, the only sound is the flapping of our wings.
"We're almost there." Lorissa thinks.
I sigh, and take a deep breath.
Time to meet the 'myths.'

What do you get for the cousin who has everything?

So my cousin's 13 b-day is Monday? Any Ideas?
*needs help* *bad*

PLEASE STOP THE MUSIC

I littarly can't conentrant, at ALL. Stupid ADHD. Stupid stupid stupid.

Chapter Four

Crap.
Lorissa-yes! I finally got it right!-wasn't joking.
I could tell by the two sharp pains in the middle of my back. Right where a pair of wings would be.
Crap.
As if my life wasn't crazy enough already.
"Yow! This hurts!" I shout. "How do stand it?"
"Believe it or not, after a while, you get used to it." Lorissa nods her head up and down.
"Yeah, right." I snort.
"Really!"
"Do I look any different?" I ask.
"Okay...you hair is silver, so are your eyes and wings. Your just that much taller, and that's about it."
"I like black better."
"Pshh...I don't. Silver would be sooo cooler."
"Anyway, whatever" we say at the same time and start laughing.
"What did you mean by 'bugged,' earlier?" I ask.
"Ohh...that."
I look at her with a glare. 'That' was not good, I could tell, I was good at telling those sort of things.
"Lor-lor-lorissa," I say, the name was strange on my tongue, I had trouble saying it, "What do you mean by 'that?'"
She takes a deep breath, sign number two something was up.
"We....we are being f-fol-followed." she spits out. "Someone, purely human, has found out us and our...unique background."
Unique was one way of putting it. I mean, how many people are half-dead, AND can grow wings?
Yeah, I thought so.
"They-it is more than one person as far as I can tell-are planning to trap us, and preform studies one us." she continues. "They plan on putting us in a zoo, along with other 'myths,' like we were common animals!"
"And we would be the big attraction, the headliners." I finish, horror becoming evident on my face.
"Exactly.
I bite my lip.
Not. Good. At. All.
Or, in what I seem to be saying far too often today, crap.

Chapter Three

Marie smile, again. "Good. You trust me."
"Why wouldn't I?" I frown.
"Because, in order to show you want I am about to, you need to trust me."
"Ooo-kay then."
"Don't worry," she smiles, "We will be safe." She start to walk into the thick green.
I follow her, what else was I to do? Go back? No, that was definitely not an option.
The green grew thicker and thicker, to the point where I thought it couldn't be more green.
And then she stopped.
We were in front of a old, broken down house.
"Look," she told me. "Look."
I walked forward. There was a small sign, the words barely legible. "Blackwell Manor?" I frowned. I am a Blackwell. This was my house. Funny, Father never told me about it.
"Marie, what does my house have anything to do with what you are."
"Just about everything, sister of mine."
"Marie, is this a joke? Cause it ain't funny." God, I sound like a cookie cutter.
"Fist of, my name is not Marie." She smiled at me.
"What is it then?"
"Lorissa Mae Blackwell. Your twin sister, and your guardian Faerie. Or ghost-Faerie, anyway" As if on cue, Marie-I mean Lorissa- changes.
Her hair, once a bright red, becomes dark, straight, blacker then the blackest black.
Her green eye once again flash black-and stay that way.
Her freckles fade.
And wings, silver knifes, shoot out of her back.
This really explains the pointed ears.
"Nice try. But if you were really my twin sister, I would be able do that too." I raise my eyebrows, I do have a point. Right?
"Our mother, Ruby Jones, was 1/4 Faerie. Which makes us, her children 1/8 Faerie."
I look at her. I know Faerie are real and all, but know way am I part Faerie. "Oh-Kay then."
Marie-I mean Lorissa-rolls her eyes. "Lia, I can prove it. Think about becoming like me, like a Faerie."
I decide to humor her.

Ten things I bet you didn't know about me

1. I am very paranoid: I never leave my house (or my room for that matter) without a silver bangle and a baggie full of salt. (again don't ask. well you could, but probably you don't want to)
2. meh alter-ego is a half-ghosty named Zahlia Lynx Blackwell, other wise known as Lia
3. blood don't scare meh no more. it used to I only have one thing to say to that: "take that, Brissa!". and "ha-ha-ha-ha"
4. I don't yell at Yasmin. I am talk at her kinda angry and loud. X]
5. I always keep a count-down to thursday. and on thursday, I keep a count down until 9 o'clock
6. I'm pretty sure my blood is 80% pizza, I eat so much of it
7. sometimes I go by Annie (Juliana=me, so Annie can = me)
8. I don't have a happy place. I have a SCARY PLACE! X]
9. paranoid is my favorite word at the moment
10. I had stitches on my right thumb when I was 5

Chapter Two

"What are you?" I whisper, just to make sure that it was not just some coincidence, and that Marie hadn't heard me.

Yeah, like I would be so lucky.

"A human, just like you." Marie answered me with a nervous giggle.

"You are not human. If you were a human, you wouldn't be able to hear me right now."

Marie gulped.

"Show me your ears." I say, checking if she was an elf or Faerie would be the easiest thing to do right now, it would cause a scene, and will be the least painful for her. "Show me your ears."

Slowly, Marie pulls a thick vale of red hair, revealing slightly pointed ears.

"Okay, you partcially human. But what are you?" I ask again.
Marie's green eyes flash black. "What's it to you?"
"You know what's it to me. Now tell me, or God help me, I will kick your bottom from here to China," I growl.
"Not here," She says.
"Oh, yes you will tell me here. All you have to do is whisper it to me and I would here it as if you had yelled. Which you already know," I glare.
"Lee-a."
"Do NOT Lia me."
"But Lia sound just this much cooler than Zahlia, even though it has a 'Z' in it," she frowns.
"Do I care?"
Marie shakes her head, and frowns again. "I guess not, even though it is your name."
Crap. She was trying to distract me. Well, it ain't gonna work, I can tell you that.
"What are you?" I ask for the 3rd time.
"Not here. It is not safe here. This place, it could be bugged. Which it probably is, we-you and me-are being watched, you know," Marie muses.
I look at her like she's crazy. Of course, my motto is everyone is crazy, some just more than others. "Do you a place that is 'safe'?" I say, after about three minutes.
"I take it you don't mind ditching." That was how she said-a statement, not a question. I still nodded.
"Good. Follow me." In one swift motion, Marie pulled her wallet out of the pocket, and a 20 out of her wallet. "Keep the change." She called as we walked out the door, it had only been a 10 dollar meal.
We walked for 5 minutes, the Marie came to a halt at the corner of Main and 5th, which was right past the school. She was looking towards the forest.
"No." I said, plain and simple. "No way. You know wants in there. Or rather, you is possibly in there."
"Pshh, nothings in Blackrain Forest." She turns, and looks at me, a smile-yes, a smile, of all things!-on her face
"Oh, yeah? How do explain all the attacks, the disappearances?" I cross my arms.
"I can. But not here." she her smile grows wider.
Again, I look at her like she's crazy.
"Oh, don't worry," she smiles. "As long as your with me, you can't get hurt. I won't let them."
I gulp. Not good.
"Come." She holds out her hand, waiting of me to take, to go into the Forest.
Don't, my head reasons, don't, don't.
Go, my heart says, you're already half dead, you can't die.
The two voices fill my brain, drowning out every thing. Should I go back to school, to safety? Or go with Marie, my friend, the only person I can trust-right?
I close my eyes.
What to do?
And then, I let my heart take wheel of my actions.
"I'll come"

Ladidadisupernaturalladidadi

If you caught that your smart!
Congratulations!
If you have any question ask me.
Just be prepared: I MIGHT talk your ear off.
Cause who DOESN'T love demon hunters?
Unless your a demon.
It would be understandable then if you didn't like them.
But I'm not a demon, so I love the demon killers.
Now go and talk to the girl who is jealous of the spoon about the teddy bear doctors!*
X]

*that is not randomness. It DOES have a meaning. And in context it is funny. Okay, it is funny about of context too, but still.

Chapter One

I was bored half to death. Of course, I was already half dead. So, I was bored to death? Maybe. I don't really know.
It was precisely 11:54 on a Thursday morning, which was completely being waisted in math class. I mean, common, I was over 100 years old. I've learned more than enough math than Mr. Miller had learned in his lifetime.
So why was I trapped inside of room 187?
Even though I know perfectly well, I wondered.
I know I have to play up my human half, pretend to be a normal 7th grader. But lets face it, I am not a normal 7th grader. I wasn't even a normal as a ghost, for goodness sake! I don't, I won't ever, not once be so-called normal.
The rang, and Mr. Miller's geometry lesson was halted.
I gathered up my books slowly, swung my bag over my shoulder, trudged out of the classroom, where the closest thing I would ever have for best friend, Marie Johnson, was waiting for me.
"How boring was Mr. M's lecture? Could we learn something less useful?" Like me, Marie was in AP Math.
"I know, really." I roll my ice blue eyes.
"So, whats new?" she plays with a lock of chestnut brown hair.
"Nothing!" I want to scream. "Nothing at all! I haven't changed one bit for over a hundred years! I'm half dead!"
But of course, I don't. Instead I say, my voice short and sharp, like a knife, "Nothing," plain and simple. "Nothing."
"Okay," Marie said, but she doesn't believe me. I can tell, she raised her eyebrows.
I raise mine back at her.
She laughs, a peal of bells.
"Look, I might have something to tell you, but not hear. Okay?" I sigh, I've known Marie since we-no, she. I just appeared to be. One thing about being only half ghost: I grow like a normal human, except when I "die," I don't die, my body resets it self, like some sort of clock, and I become 2 years old, appearance wise, but have all my memories.-be 4 or 5.
"Ooh, good, 'cause I have something to tell you, too." She grins at me. "Lunch?"
"Sure," I grinned right back at her.
We stop at our lockers, and drop off our stuff. I glance at the small mirror in my mine. I was, as usual, a girl with piercing ice blue eyes, and to making my translucent skin even paler, I had wavy, jet black hair. Nothing new. Same as always.
"So, where do ya want to go eat?" We were at the school gate.
"Oh, I dunno" Marie chewed a thumbnail.
"Pizza?" I suggest.
"Sure, why not?"
We walk in silence to the Pizza Hut, then grab a table in the back when we get there.
We got a small pizza, plain old cheese. She got a soda, I got nothing else but a cup of water, heavy on the ice.
Another thing about being half-ghost: like a regular human, you need to eat, but the ghost blood dialates it, makes your hunger weaker, so you only need to eat once a day, twice if your human side is weak. And for some reason, half-ghosts (or half-ghost, I'm the only half-ghost to "live," as far as I know) don't like meat. It makes them (me?) sick. Real sick.
Trust me. I learned the hard way.
I took a slice, and bit into it. The cheese streched and tomato sauce got on my shirt. Good thing I only wore black, sometimes a deep red.
"Crap," I whisper.
"Crap what?" Marie asks me.
That is not a good thing. When I whisper, my voice is so quiet, so faint that only a so-called-"mythical"-creature can hear it.
And Marie heard it.

Prologue

Imagine being trapped between living and dead. A steady heart beat, but no change. Year after year after, trapped in a never-changing body.
This is my life. I have lived it ever since I was born, July 4th, 1876, to a sole parent, Ruby Jones. No one, with the exception of my mother and myself, knew who was my father.
That was because Heath Blackwell, my father, had been dead for one hundred years.
Of course, that was 133 years ago.
But people aren't any more excepting of ghosts-or half ghost, in my case-in 2009 then they were in 1876.
In fact, they don't even know we exist. They think we are myths, such as elves, or Faeries.
Funny thing though: elves and Faeries just happen to be real. So are meres and witches, and just about ever other "mythical" creature you've heard of.
In short, you don't in the world you thought did.
Earth just got a whole lot crazier.

New Zahlia Story

It desided to make a new story about, Zahlia, purely of my own imagination.

Julie's BrainWave Now Presents The 5th Hogwarts House!

What if there was a 5th Hogwarts Founder? A 5th House? If the House Ghost was Half-Dead?
Note: I might have put the main charchter in the other story I am writing in a big role. And her cousins. Not my fault.
Starring:
Gwendoyn the Super-Elf
Zahlia the Half-Ghost
& Claire and Matt, Human Cousins of the Super-Elf

There's another reason why the 3rd floor is out of bounds, even with the Sorccer's Stone gone.
My name is Zahlia Miracle, a 2cd year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and a student of 5th House.
Most people have no idea that Hogwarts had a 5th Founder, Maelynne Miracle, my great-great-great grandmother. Only a few do, the Headmaster and the students of the house of Miracle.
You see, Miracle is open to special witch or wizards. Students who are part Faerie, or a vampire even.
We are like any other House at Hogwarts. We wear our House colors, black and white, proudly. We cheer on our mascot, the wolf. We even have a House ghost, me.
Okay, so maybe it's a House half-ghost. Same difference, in my opinion.
"Is not." One of my best friends, an Elven princess named Gwendolyn, who is also the future Queen of Magic, tells me once again.
I look to Gwen's twin cousins, Matt and Claire, who are not Elfs (long story there), for help. "Please talk some sense into her." I say in English to Matt and Claire, just to tick Gwen off. She can only speak the language of her magical relatives, wheres her cousins are fluent in English, Spanish, and french, in addition to Gwen's native Elven, Faerie and Mermish.
"Don't look at me." Matt holds up his hands.
"Gwen's entitled to her opinion." That was Claire for you.
"Fine." I huff. Don't want to get Gwen too mad, she's super powerful, lots of magical blood. She's half elf, part Faerie, part meremish, part sorccer, part witch, a bit of Muggle blood too. Most powerful magic welder in the world, Claire and Matt tieing for second place (they are basically the same as her, only more Muggle blood and no Elven blood). Like I said, don't mess with the Super-Elf.
We were sitting in our dorm; we all get to stay in the same room because we are the most magical, and that's how Miracle House sorts us. Matt get to stay with us even though he's a boy since he's related to half the people in the House.
I look at Gwen's long, curly, bright red hair. I wish it was mine, no matter how much she hates it. Way better then my pale-on-pale-on-pale coloring.
Sighing, I played with a silvery-blonde strand of my hair with one glowing, semi-transuent hand, and bit the thumb nail on my other one. "I think it's time for us to go eat." Another perk of being only half dead. Unlike most ghosts, I can can eat, something my father is ever jealous of, and something I am ever grateful for. How would I live -no pun intended- without chocolate?
"Yum," Matt darts out of the tower.
Laughing, Gwen, Claire, and I and followed him
Okay, maybe I floated. Same difference.

That is the first chapter. Read and Revuive (R&R), please.

Randomness Backwards

Ssenmodnar=Randomness

My allergies

I have two allergies: grass and benadryl. If I lay down in grass my eyes get swollen together. So I can't use the Slip-N-Slide.
Anyway.
Benadryl just makes me sick. Hello, I thought you were made to help get better.
Anyway.
Here is the story of How I Found Out I Was Allergic to Benadryl and Yes It has Grass Too.
One day when I was 9-ish I was at Dumb-Old-Girl-Scout-Camp-That-The-Moms-Made-Me-Go-To and my group was having a picnic and I was eating salty watermelon and I layed down on the grass cause I forget about being allergic to it. Everything was find and dandy for the rest of the day.
Then When I woke up I couldn't open my eyes. "Mom get in here. I can't see." I was very confused. And then I remimbered that I layed in the grass yesterday. Mom gave me some Benedryl. Yay! I could see. And then I got sick. So I got to stay home from Dumb-Old-Girl-Scout-Camp-That-The-Moms-Made-Me-Go-To. I gotta watch my favorite soap opera, One Life To Live. That was good. I don't get watch it that much anymore, sense I had my tonsil-echtamy. Before I got my tonsils were taken out I missed a lot of school cause my tonsils were so swollen.

How A Zipper Works

Zippers can only be manufactured using modern machines, but they are built around two of the oldest and simplest tools in the history of civilization: the wedge and the hook.
A wedge is just an object with a slanted surface. If you push a wedge forward against an object, it will push the object to the left or right. . A hook is a curved piece of material that can be used to grab onto another piece of material. Hooks have been used as fastening devices for thousands of years because they are simple and generally sturdy. When used as a fastening device, a hook is generally coupled with a loop, eye or hollow area, which receives the hook. A zipper track is made up of dozens of teeth, each of which combines a hook and a hollow. The idea is to latch every hook on each of the two tracks into a hollow on the opposite track. The latching mechanism, called the slide, is just a collection of wedges. You can see how this system works in the diagram below. As the slide moves up the zipper, the two teeth strips must enter at a specific angle. As the strips move through the slide, the slide's inclined edges push the teeth toward each other. The strips are offset from each other, so each hollow settles onto a hook in sequence. For this to work properly, each tooth must be exactly the same size and shape, and they all must be perfectly positioned on the track. This would be all but impossible without modern manufacturing technology.
In a well-made zipper, the interlocking teeth form an incredibly secure bond -- it is very difficult to separate the teeth by pulling the two strips apart. But the slide can easily separate the teeth, using a simple plow-shaped wedge. When the slide is pulled down, the wedge pushes against the slanted edges of the hooks, pivoting each tooth off of the tooth below it. Just like that, the zipper tracks are detached.

Zippers are wierd

Zippers are wierd. I can't spell wierd. Who made that word up?
Anyway.
How do they even work? There confusing. I'm gonna go find out how they work and I'll post that.

My phobias

I am super-deadly afraid of 2 things: spiders and heights. But for some reason I'm okay with flying. Maybe its because of the fact airplane are a lot safer than cars.
Anyway.
My fear of spiders is so bad that I would rather face a thirsty vampire while I'm gushing blood (which I'm not too fond of either) than face ANY spiders. At all.
My fear of heights is so bad that when I go on the Coronado Bridge I blindfold my self. And lean away from the window. Yeah, we don't go to the Coronado Bridge very often. At lest when I'm in the car.

Smilling Eyes

Do ya remeaber that crazy elf from awhile back?

Do ya remeamber that crazy elf living inside my head from awhile back? The that said that I had to write a story about her or else. I started that story. She was pretty convincing. Who knows what she's able to do to me? Really cause she livein in my head.
I love to share my story so far, but I have a ploicy of sort that says I can't share my work till I've finished, and since the first book is wroth 200 years It gonna take me A LONG TIME!!!

In a pickle of sorts. And I don't really like pickles. Except for when they're on my hambuger

For some unexplainable reason my so-called best friend is mad at me. All I did was tell the truth and what I feel like most of the time. Its not my fault she took it the wrong way. What I did write her a letter that told the truth. And truth I mean that it was 8 things I hate about her. And she got mad. Yeah, how do ya think it makes me feel, she always is pointing out my flaws. Its always about her her her! Can I have turn please? It felt sooooooooo good to get it of ny chest.
Anyway.
Last night I wrote her a letter of ten things I love about her, and then I folded it into an envolope. I hopen shes appericates that justure. Folding a paper into a envolope is hard!
Anyway.
I gave to her mom, because if I gived to her she wouldn't expect it.
Please Please Please some help. Even more if on Monday I'm not wearing my broken mood ring. We that instead of those cheesy Best Friend necklaces. And thats why I'm not wearing mine.
I'm picking her up from school this afternoon. I think.
The prolem is resolved. I think. Can't really be sure tell tomorrow. And tomorrow never comes. I guess I will never ever know.

Happy Birthday Mom!

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
This is the best I can come up with
Since I'm not good with scissors and glue
Happy birthday dear Mom
Happy birthday to you

The Meet

I did spell meet right thank you very much. I can spell sometimes.
Anyway.
Meet is Meet as in Gymnastics Meet as in the Gymnastics Meet I am gonna be in on May 21.
Yay!!!
I colify for every event by bars. But I don't care much for bars anyway. They make my soooo sore. If I have a class on Friday, and I do alota bars, I'm sore for my whole weekend.
I Like The Beam cause I'm good at it.
But the floor sucks. I can't do cart wheels. And forward/backward rolls make me dizzy!
But Hey, I made It!

Surfhenge

surfhenge



falling off

into the salt water

cold

seagulls over my head

the smell is sweet

my faviorte in the world

indesrcibalbe

i climbe back on

my white long board

paddle out

to where i can't touch the floor

here comes

a wave

catch it

kneel, one foot in front of anougher

stand up, shaking

wind in my hair

i make it

to shore

i head back out to the water

the only sound to hear

is my yell

celebrating

the self-victory

of the early hours

alone

Note: I wrote This poem mouths ago at the begining of the school year. The presice date is 10/29/08. Excepct it is new cause i'm gonna add to it.

alone

by Julie Lynne

quite mourning
silent bliss
sweet song in my head
my heart
eye of the hurricane
no troubles
if just for a little while

sunset
cotten-candy clouds
strung arcoss the sky

wheels turning
my bike weaves
the same path
over and over again
new each time

Speaking of cats...

I'm happy! My cat, Shankie, is NOT dead! He came to the backyard yesterday. And he got in the house a few times. Its hard to get him back outside. He has a few new scars now, tough. I wonder if he got in a fight. Oh, gosh, I hope not.
From now on I'm gonna make it a point to sit outside in the sun with and pet him and read while I'm at it.

I'm Sitll Sore

Therea a reason why I haven't been moveing alot. I'm still sore from my gymnastics class on Friday. I hate hate the uneven bars. I'm so much better at the Balince Beam. My Teacher, Miss Lonna, has a mini one that was signed by Nastia Lukin, one of my gymnastics heros. The other one is Shawn Johnson.

There's a reason that I'm in a bad/sadistick

Because people in my books keep on dieing. And not the villians, like Voldemort. People I actallty like. You now good guy. Protaganists.
Ex) Dumbledore
Harry Potter (but then he came back to live)
Dobby
Fred
The Parents of main charciter in my book
The Old people who help her.

Bleech

List of people who died in Harry Potter

Harry Potter (but then he came back to life.... it's complecated)

Fred

Snape

Voldemort

Bellatrix Lestrage

Dobby

Tonks

Lupin

Qurriel (way back in first year)

Tom Riddle (Voldemorts dad/ Voldemort)

Ted Tonks (Tonks' dad)

A couple of goblins who's names it can't remember

Cedric Diggory (I still say he didn't die. "Cedric Diggory didn't die, he became a vampire and changed his name to Edward Cullen.")

Dumberdore

Lily Evans/Potter

James Potter

Siuris Black

Collin Creevy (And I was really starting to like him too)

Hedwig (all I can say is WAA... I liked that owl)

Either Crabbe of Goyle, I can reminber which one died, I think it's Goyle

Lots of Death Eaters

Barty Crouch Sr.

Scrimagore

Pius Thickness

Aargog

More later, its all I can think of right now

I'm still trying cheer my self up.

I'm the author of my life.

Too bad I'm writeing in pen so I can't erase my mistakes.

On a lighter note. Or maybe not.

I just like this picture. My friend Viannea e-mailed it to me 3 years ago. She moved to Arizona. Oh great, now I'm sad again. Not to menchen I'm a clutz. I surriosly need to yell at to sign me up for gymnastics. 4 months going with out it just makes me clutzier. Even my fingers are clutzie.

I am in a nark. Bleech!

Nark- brit speak for a REALLY, REALLY, bad mood



I am in a nark. A really bad nark. I can't even type right or spell or do anything right. Bleech.

Right now I hate:
My sister Baylee- but then again what else is new?
Lord Voldemort- Yeah, that goes without saying
Math- but then again what else is new
Cleaning my room- yeah, that goes with saying too
Blanca- My old next door nieghbor who is __________ (insert your own insult here)
Spelling- Duh
Pretty much every thing at the momant

My mind is a maze

A map of my mind:
pizza
orange soda
Death Eaters
History Test
Wands
Vampires
The Swiffer Song ("One Way or Another" by Blondie)
I need to fix my computer
Did I feed the cat?
lunch
the weekend
twilight
Dead Dobby
We All live in a Yellow Submairen, a Yellow Submairen...
Tagalongs
girl scout cookies
oohh i just remimber that selling them starts on sunday
oh darn it need a new cadette sash
what is pi?
A little Elf named Gwendolyn
I hate spiders
my tummy hurts
a dark hallway i've never been down and going there now
oohh looky there's that elf named Gwendolyn again
I think I'm in a fantasy land
Gwen is bugging me now
I'm leaving
oh darn she's fallowing me
She telling me something
Okay
Apperently I have to write a story about her or else

Okay that was wierd. Now I'm gonna go write about Gwendolyn, Princess of the Elfs. Oh, appernetly she's half human. That would explain a lot.

I don't like my head
I'm not going back in there for a while

This is my cousin

This is a cute little picter of my baby cousin who is four. His name is Levi. I hope there was choclate in the easter egg!

I'm gonna press the letter n a whole like right now

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-Julie Lynne

My brain has Jukebox and it plays for free!!!

There is always some song or another stuck in my head. It's like my brain has a jukebox that always playing with some song or another, and it plays for free. Right the virtal jukebox is play "One Way or Another" by Blondie. It an old song from like 1779, and I have the cd. I also am good at it in Guiter Hero: World Tour in both singing and guiter. I know all the words.
Now it "Misary Bissnuss" by Paramore, one of my Favoirte bands. Had their Riot! cd, and am at it master on GH. I know all of they words.
Pat Benatuar is also good, I love "Hit Me With Your Best Shot", and "Heartbreaker" by her, I know the word and a GH master.
Taylor Swift is a great singer, I love "Our Song" and "Love Story".
I'm biting nails and tring to think of anougher good artist, but I can't with out them being totaly cheesy, and I'm doing cheesy tomorrow. Any way, my tummy tells me its lunch time and I'm really hungry.

I can blame just about everything thats wrong with me on my family's haritage

Not that I hate my hairitage-I love my culteral backround-but it isn't a good mix. I'm german on both sides, italin on my dad's, and a mesh of europeon on my mom's, that most prominent (next to the german) scotch-irish. So, basicly I'm 50% german, 25% italin, and 25% scotch-irish. That explains my bad temper. Uhhh hello world war 2? Haven't you of the soprano's? Last time I checked, they were italin. And red heads are known to have a bad temper for a reason.
Oohh and my bad luck. The Irish had REALLY BAD luck. I could tell you the story of the whole sha-bang, but a) I think you don't want a history lesson, and b) i'm saving it for st. patricks day.
Man, you would think I would get something out of it. But no, I don't get the pretty blonde hair most of my mom's family has, or the blue or green eyes my mom and sisters' have. Or the pretty raven hair that my cousins have. But most of all, I wish I had the curly red a lot of my family in the mid-west have. All I got from it is pale skin that tans well in the summer. That's nice and all, but I still wish I had red hair. Oh well, I can do is hope one my kid have hed hair. Or I could dye it, but say maybe in the summer. Summer! Summer! Summer!

Why am I humming a Christmas song in January?

Maybe i t has something to do with being born on Christmas Eve, but I just caught myself humming " 'Tis the Season". Last time checked, it was January. I'm gonna take a second to switch to St. Patricks Day mode. That my next Faviorte holiday. If I had the luck of the irish...

Black Socks

black socks
they never get dirty
the longer you were them
the blacker they get
someday
I think I will wash them
but something keeps telling me
don't do it yet
not yet
not yet
not yet

Lunch Poem

I forgot my lunch
again
I think this is the 3rd time this month
oh well
it's not like mom
packs me
anything good in the first place
always
always
always
PB&J
I used to like PB&J
But now it makes me sick.
I hate it
I hate it
I
really
really
really
hate it
I guess
thats what you get
when you eat the same thing
over and
over and
over again

The End