Today I'm taking a page from my blogger idol, Sydney Poulton of thedaybookblog.com. This one's gonna be a doozy, but I'm trying to catch up. Sorry for my slacking!
Making: tea currently, because yelling at people at Disneyland all day really wears on your throat
Cooking: those $1 pasta sides. Every night. Over and over.
Drinking: pumpkin spice lattes, God's gift to fall and every legging-loving white girl
Reading: mostly schedules, shift trade requests and tweets. But I did read The Sun Also Rises a month ago, trying to finish up all my Hemingway
Wanting: MORE TIME
Looking: for a new phone case for my iPhone 5c. I no longer am finding pieces of screen glass in the pockets of my pants and that is such a beautiful thing
Playing: Star Wars: Force Unleashed II with Chris and finishing the whole game in one night. Like the champions/losers we are.
Wasting: the very little spare time I have doing things like watching and copying Jessica Rabbit makeup tutorials (which require covering your eyebrows with glue. DO NOT ATTEMPT)
Sewing: haha
Wishing: again, that I had more time. To read books and create music and call my mom and love my boyfriend and eat real food. Someday.
Enjoying: the cooler weather... NOT because IT DOESN'T EXIST
Waiting: for the glorious day I don't have to work two jobs to stay alive anymore
Liking: seeing Halloween everywhere :)
Wondering: when I can go home and see my puppy again
Loving: taking naps together with the back door cracked open to feel the breeze and waking up with his arms still around me, the sun just setting golden on the bedroom wall.
Hoping: that the moments like that can last forever.
Marveling: at how often I manage to make it to work on time, despite my procrastination and/or short intervals between jobs. Jesus can control traffic lights, let me tell you
Needing: just one day off. Just ONE.
Smelling: cookies, because my new roommate makes a batch a week. This is gonna work out well.
Wearing: the cool hoodies Chris left at my house once like every time I go to the grocery store at night. Sorry babe :)
Following: my dreams. Follow me, Shea Julie on soundcloud.com :)
Noticing: everyone my age getting married or having babies. But I'm just a kid still. And I'm okay with that.
Knowing: that someday, I'll miss all this.
Thinking: that even as busy as I am, I have a beautiful life.
Feeling: so grateful for all of the people that keep me going day to day. I am so blessed to know so many people that love me much more than I deserve.
Bookmarking: recipes and Pinterest DIY projects, for a day when I have more people to care of than just myself.
Opening: the door to my room and finding the boy I love asleep in my bed, waiting for me.
Giggling: with the people I love, every day, on lunch breaks and phone calls, over pizza and clever texts. Giggling like I haven't since before I can remember.
Feeling: HAPPY.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
10 Things You Probably Have a Love/Hate Relationship With About Me
1. I don't post on my blog. Get over it (but also I'm deeply sorry).
2. I saw One Direction in concert. In a $90 seat that sold out over a year ago. I'm expecting two different reactions to this news so I will address both:
No, I am not a raging 1D fan, I did not buy the tickets, and I was forcibly coerced into going by my best friend, and
Yes, it was pretty awesome.
3. This whole "free Chipotle because I work there" thing has escalated to the point that I will LITERALLY vomit if I try to eat it. So yes, I am on my deathbed. If you wish to send me flowers/chocolate/large sums of money please contact me for further details.
4. I spent a week in Hawaii with my family which, I won't lie, was amazing BUT
5. I am currently so tan that instead of the usual polite "Do you speak Spanish" at Disneyland
I am now just immediately accosted with rapid-fire questions. This happens at least every 20 minutes. It is kind of funny but also completely out of control. I took 2.5 years of B-grade high school Spanish. It's not happening.
6. Don't have time to work out? No problem!!! With two jobs and a relationship and friends visiting and housing issues, (imminent) ulcers will do the job for you! *sponsored ad*
7. Since my boyfriend brought me a TV and his PS3, I spend my free time binge-watching Pretty Little Liars on Netflix and I hate it so much. Productivity in my free time is laughably nonexistent.
8. I turned 21 and now all I have to look forward to is being able to rent a car when I'm 25 :(
9. I'm already bored of this blog post, are you
10. See ya in a few weeks! Or whatever, you know. Not good with commitment.
xo
2. I saw One Direction in concert. In a $90 seat that sold out over a year ago. I'm expecting two different reactions to this news so I will address both:
No, I am not a raging 1D fan, I did not buy the tickets, and I was forcibly coerced into going by my best friend, and
Yes, it was pretty awesome.
3. This whole "free Chipotle because I work there" thing has escalated to the point that I will LITERALLY vomit if I try to eat it. So yes, I am on my deathbed. If you wish to send me flowers/chocolate/large sums of money please contact me for further details.
4. I spent a week in Hawaii with my family which, I won't lie, was amazing BUT
5. I am currently so tan that instead of the usual polite "Do you speak Spanish" at Disneyland
I am now just immediately accosted with rapid-fire questions. This happens at least every 20 minutes. It is kind of funny but also completely out of control. I took 2.5 years of B-grade high school Spanish. It's not happening.
6. Don't have time to work out? No problem!!! With two jobs and a relationship and friends visiting and housing issues, (imminent) ulcers will do the job for you! *sponsored ad*
7. Since my boyfriend brought me a TV and his PS3, I spend my free time binge-watching Pretty Little Liars on Netflix and I hate it so much. Productivity in my free time is laughably nonexistent.
8. I turned 21 and now all I have to look forward to is being able to rent a car when I'm 25 :(
9. I'm already bored of this blog post, are you
10. See ya in a few weeks! Or whatever, you know. Not good with commitment.
xo
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Religion for the Nonreligious
So there's this movie called Constantine. Maybe you've heard of it and maybe you should definitely see it. It has Keanu Reeves and Shia LaBeouf and a handful of other splendid actors in it, and it's basically about this fallen angel who tries to redeem himself by sending demons back to hell and stopping the devil's son from being born to a mortal woman with the help of the angel Gabriel.
OKAY. COOL.
One of the concepts Constantine introduces is the existence of half-breeds, which are either angels or demons who live in our world, sort of "influence peddlers". They walk among us to give us courage or to tear us apart. I'm pretty sure I don't believe in demons taking human form on earth, but lately I've been recognizing the angels around me.
How can I deny it? There's the manager at Chipotle who tirelessly makes sure I am always out on time to make it to Disneyland, even coming in over an hour early himself to count my drawer when I'm cashier. There's the kind old coworker at Autopia who, when he found out I was sick and was concerned I wasn't eating, disappeared for a moment and came back with a cup and plate to share his vitamin water and cashews with me. There's the friend who sends me random Family Guy clips to tell me she misses me, the friend who checks up on me every time I tweet something negative, the friend who makes sure I've put my college applications in, the friend who sends me a Facebook message just to tell me she's thinking about me and hopes I'm having a better day than the day before. There's the cousin who makes sure I'm making blog posts and still makes me feel like I'm a part of her life even though she's married and we're three states away. There's the sister who sends unsolicited playlists of beautiful music, the mother who sends care packages with Easter baskets and Les Mis and chocolate, the father whose prayers I can feel, the brother who lightens my day with text messages like "I don't have to dance in Be Our Guest anymore cuz I was at church instead of rehearsal on Sunday! #perksofbeingamormon". There's the boyfriend who is always there and always supportive and always loving and always the most incredible thing I have ever found, surprising me with dinner just because he can or bringing me an entire pharmacy when I have a cough or pretending that I'm doing fantastic when I'm standing in the 50 MPH batting cage freaking out and not hitting a single ball.
And those are only a few of them.
Maybe none of these people have wings. Maybe they grew up in dingy apartments in downtown L.A. or made mistakes that kept them from showing their face in church for long, painful months. Maybe they struggle to pay their bills and their dad's chemotherapy costs and have to take the bus to work every day. Maybe they have tattoos and addictions and their own half-breed demons to deal with. Maybe they don't even believe in God. But they are angels, at least to me.
In the end, we all can be and probably are someone's angel. So do something nice today, if even just for a stranger.
This concludes this public service announcement.
OKAY. COOL.
One of the concepts Constantine introduces is the existence of half-breeds, which are either angels or demons who live in our world, sort of "influence peddlers". They walk among us to give us courage or to tear us apart. I'm pretty sure I don't believe in demons taking human form on earth, but lately I've been recognizing the angels around me.
How can I deny it? There's the manager at Chipotle who tirelessly makes sure I am always out on time to make it to Disneyland, even coming in over an hour early himself to count my drawer when I'm cashier. There's the kind old coworker at Autopia who, when he found out I was sick and was concerned I wasn't eating, disappeared for a moment and came back with a cup and plate to share his vitamin water and cashews with me. There's the friend who sends me random Family Guy clips to tell me she misses me, the friend who checks up on me every time I tweet something negative, the friend who makes sure I've put my college applications in, the friend who sends me a Facebook message just to tell me she's thinking about me and hopes I'm having a better day than the day before. There's the cousin who makes sure I'm making blog posts and still makes me feel like I'm a part of her life even though she's married and we're three states away. There's the sister who sends unsolicited playlists of beautiful music, the mother who sends care packages with Easter baskets and Les Mis and chocolate, the father whose prayers I can feel, the brother who lightens my day with text messages like "I don't have to dance in Be Our Guest anymore cuz I was at church instead of rehearsal on Sunday! #perksofbeingamormon". There's the boyfriend who is always there and always supportive and always loving and always the most incredible thing I have ever found, surprising me with dinner just because he can or bringing me an entire pharmacy when I have a cough or pretending that I'm doing fantastic when I'm standing in the 50 MPH batting cage freaking out and not hitting a single ball.
And those are only a few of them.
Maybe none of these people have wings. Maybe they grew up in dingy apartments in downtown L.A. or made mistakes that kept them from showing their face in church for long, painful months. Maybe they struggle to pay their bills and their dad's chemotherapy costs and have to take the bus to work every day. Maybe they have tattoos and addictions and their own half-breed demons to deal with. Maybe they don't even believe in God. But they are angels, at least to me.
In the end, we all can be and probably are someone's angel. So do something nice today, if even just for a stranger.
This concludes this public service announcement.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Clint Eastwood time
THE GOOD:
- both my hamsters are still alive (and safely caged)
- being able to afford to attend two weddings in two weeks, both 6 hours of travel away
- having a new car that gets such incredible gas mileage compared to the truck that I cry every time I'm at the gas station
- DR. PEPPER (it's in my genes, you can't blame me)
- having BOOKS on my bookshelf again, one of my favorite parts of going home and coming back
THE BAD:
- living with someone who I so greatly dread coming in contact with that I won't even leave my room to pee when she's home
- feeling a little bit vindicated when said person tells me she has to move back home because she's broke
- dropping my phone face first and completely shattering the screen the likes of which the iPhone world has never seen :(
THE UGLY:
- my hair after working 4 hours at Chipotle under an ugly sweaty hat and then driving 6 hours with my Giants snapback on. The first words my mother said to me when I woke up the next morning: "You NEED to wash your hair."
- when your jeans are SO TIGHT in the calf area that the nice Asian lady who gave you a pedicure uses her entire body weight to try and roll them back down and actually apologizes to you because she can't do it
- my mother and I borderline sobbing together when I opened my car door to drive back to Anaheim and my puppy jumped in the front seat, thinking she was coming along
The good list could have gone on for hours.
But I don't want to bore you.
Nobody likes seeing other people happy.
:)
- both my hamsters are still alive (and safely caged)
- being able to afford to attend two weddings in two weeks, both 6 hours of travel away
- having a new car that gets such incredible gas mileage compared to the truck that I cry every time I'm at the gas station
- DR. PEPPER (it's in my genes, you can't blame me)
- having BOOKS on my bookshelf again, one of my favorite parts of going home and coming back
THE BAD:
- living with someone who I so greatly dread coming in contact with that I won't even leave my room to pee when she's home
- feeling a little bit vindicated when said person tells me she has to move back home because she's broke
- dropping my phone face first and completely shattering the screen the likes of which the iPhone world has never seen :(
THE UGLY:
- my hair after working 4 hours at Chipotle under an ugly sweaty hat and then driving 6 hours with my Giants snapback on. The first words my mother said to me when I woke up the next morning: "You NEED to wash your hair."
- when your jeans are SO TIGHT in the calf area that the nice Asian lady who gave you a pedicure uses her entire body weight to try and roll them back down and actually apologizes to you because she can't do it
- my mother and I borderline sobbing together when I opened my car door to drive back to Anaheim and my puppy jumped in the front seat, thinking she was coming along
The good list could have gone on for hours.
But I don't want to bore you.
Nobody likes seeing other people happy.
:)
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Unexcused Absence
APOLOGIES ARE IN ORDER
I've been inexplicably inactive for a month and a half now. I'd like to rationalize this by placing the blame on these things, instead of just sheer laziness:
1. I am working close to 50 hours a week now, 5 days at Chipotle and 5 at Disneyland. I have had literal 12 hour work days several times recently. I had my first day not working either job in 3 months last Friday, and I was so bored/wonderstruck with my new freedom that I drove to Venice Beach, by myself, for 3 hours. All I did was buy an Oreo milkshake, try on 4238 pairs of sunglasses, and shield my eyes while passing the medicinal marijuana clinics every 50 feet.
2. One night while watching Rob and Big I was whining about how much I wanted a puppy. My darling boyfriend surprised me 3 days later with two dwarf hamster brothers, who we named Bennie and Jet. I was ecstatic. But much to my horror, Jet escaped from his cage literally within 4 hours of me bringing him home. He lives under the stove now. I just set food out on the kitchen floor every night and it's gone in the morning. So that's fun.
3. At the risk of being too explicit, let me just say this: be sure you know who you're living with before you actually start living with them.
Too much?
4. I've been in two accidents in the space of one month. One wasn't my fault. But talk about a major ego hit. I think I drive like James Bond and everyone else thinks I drive like I have a deathwish.
5. Also, BASEBALL SEASON
6. I almost always smell like steak and grease. I'm completely out of socks. I haven't taken out my garbage or washed any dishes in a month. But I have commanded a paper airplane brigade of four boys under 10 years old on the back row at church.
PRIORITIES.
And that's the majority of what we've missed. The rest I'll compensate for in pictures.
I've been inexplicably inactive for a month and a half now. I'd like to rationalize this by placing the blame on these things, instead of just sheer laziness:
1. I am working close to 50 hours a week now, 5 days at Chipotle and 5 at Disneyland. I have had literal 12 hour work days several times recently. I had my first day not working either job in 3 months last Friday, and I was so bored/wonderstruck with my new freedom that I drove to Venice Beach, by myself, for 3 hours. All I did was buy an Oreo milkshake, try on 4238 pairs of sunglasses, and shield my eyes while passing the medicinal marijuana clinics every 50 feet.
2. One night while watching Rob and Big I was whining about how much I wanted a puppy. My darling boyfriend surprised me 3 days later with two dwarf hamster brothers, who we named Bennie and Jet. I was ecstatic. But much to my horror, Jet escaped from his cage literally within 4 hours of me bringing him home. He lives under the stove now. I just set food out on the kitchen floor every night and it's gone in the morning. So that's fun.
3. At the risk of being too explicit, let me just say this: be sure you know who you're living with before you actually start living with them.
Too much?
4. I've been in two accidents in the space of one month. One wasn't my fault. But talk about a major ego hit. I think I drive like James Bond and everyone else thinks I drive like I have a deathwish.
5. Also, BASEBALL SEASON
6. I almost always smell like steak and grease. I'm completely out of socks. I haven't taken out my garbage or washed any dishes in a month. But I have commanded a paper airplane brigade of four boys under 10 years old on the back row at church.
PRIORITIES.
And that's the majority of what we've missed. The rest I'll compensate for in pictures.
my apartment assembly crew
my lovely new bedroom
finishing puzzles at 2 AM, half-asleep
THE KIDS ARE BACK
just a sample of how that whole trip went
reprising midnight Sprinkles trips with Jamie
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Quickly Now
It is February, and it is 80 degrees outside. And Don't Panic by Coldplay is floating through my speakers and I am eating my second Klondike bar of the day. And my Valentines Day was fantastic and I get to see my beautiful mother in 4 days. And I'm moving into my new apartment on Tuesday.
Deep breath,
And go.
We live in a beautiful world, you guys.
(I've clearly been on this a few more times than him)
came home to this lovely treat. just fyi, lizard bones crunch pretty loudly when eaten
poppin tags in the Goodwill in the land of old rich white people
and a throwback to the end of college program
Happy Sunday, everyone!
Friday, February 1, 2013
Striking Gold
NEWS
1. I HAVE A SECOND JOB! AT CHIPOTLE! THE SECOND HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH
2. I HAVE AN APARTMENT NOW
3. BEING AN ADULT IS TIRING
4. MOUNTAIN DEW IS HERE TO HELP
But in all seriousness, I've done so much in the last week that we're all pretty lucky I'm still awake at 8:57 pm on a Friday night. Having two jobs hasn't affected me quite yet, but once I get a set schedule at Chipotle I'll get one at Disneyland too so I can maximize my hours and avoid pawning shifts off on newer cast members desperate for hours like I had to this week. Elena and I don't move into our new apartment until February 19th, so I don't have to worry about that quite yet, but we toured at least 7 miniature hell-holes this last week before we stumbled upon this beautiful little gift from God. Recently remodeled, two bedrooms, fireplace, walk-in closet, gated complex, free breakfast on Saturdays, $1165 a month? Yes please.
My best friend Audrey taught me last year that lifting your feet off the floor of your car when you drive over railroad tracks is good luck. Or maybe it's that not lifting your feet is bad luck. Either way, there are 4 sets of railroad tracks on the way to my boyfriend's house, and I've been lifting my feet every single time.
I think it's paid off.
1. I HAVE A SECOND JOB! AT CHIPOTLE! THE SECOND HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH
2. I HAVE AN APARTMENT NOW
3. BEING AN ADULT IS TIRING
4. MOUNTAIN DEW IS HERE TO HELP
But in all seriousness, I've done so much in the last week that we're all pretty lucky I'm still awake at 8:57 pm on a Friday night. Having two jobs hasn't affected me quite yet, but once I get a set schedule at Chipotle I'll get one at Disneyland too so I can maximize my hours and avoid pawning shifts off on newer cast members desperate for hours like I had to this week. Elena and I don't move into our new apartment until February 19th, so I don't have to worry about that quite yet, but we toured at least 7 miniature hell-holes this last week before we stumbled upon this beautiful little gift from God. Recently remodeled, two bedrooms, fireplace, walk-in closet, gated complex, free breakfast on Saturdays, $1165 a month? Yes please.
My best friend Audrey taught me last year that lifting your feet off the floor of your car when you drive over railroad tracks is good luck. Or maybe it's that not lifting your feet is bad luck. Either way, there are 4 sets of railroad tracks on the way to my boyfriend's house, and I've been lifting my feet every single time.
I think it's paid off.
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