How to Not Be Sick

Is everyone around you getting sick? Whether it’s allergies or the plague, we’ve all been there. Here’s how to avoid coming down with the ailment of the week.

Step One: Take so many anti-sick things your body becomes a fortress of health only the boldest of bacteria could breach.


Say hello to my little friends.

Step Two: Lead an active and healthy lifestyle, because what doesn’t kill ya kills the germs.


Baguette is healthy, right?

Step Three: Get at least seven hours of sleep a day. (I’d say a “night,” but let’s be honest, I nodded off multiple times during lectures this week and you had better bet I’m counting those accidental naps towards my total.)


Text books make good pillows.

Step Four: Avoid stress. Lolol jk college.


This is a book of horrors.

Step Five: Resolve yourself to the fact that at some point, no matter what you do, you’re going to get sick anyway.


Helping Kleenex earn more since ’94.

If you aren’t feeling well either right now, I hope you get better soon.

In the meantime, my allergies and I have a date with decongestant.


We met at Walgreens and it was love at first sight.



ANOTHER Apology and Wordy Wednesday (“Fine”)

This is two weeks in a row I’ve missed Wednesday. This is getting bad, guys. Oops.

This week’s (again) belated Wordy Wednesday is a song called “Fine,” which I wrote a few weeks back during a spurt of I-wish-I-had-an-interesting-life-like-Taylor-Swift-so-I’ll-just-make-up-stuff-instead. I then had some fun recording it with an out of tune guitar and some really bad harmonies using Audacity–it’s pretty awful (but sounds slightly better if you listen with cheap ear buds in), but here’s the video anyway.


Capo 4—C, Em, G, D


You called me up at half past 7:00

Told me to meet you at a quarter to 11:00

And I said fine,

But it wasn’t fine


I showed up five minutes late, but you weren’t there

It’s things like that that it so hard to care

But then you arrived, at 12:05

And I said it was fine,

But it wasn’t fine

You slid into the booth on the other side

Running your hand through your hair like you had something to hide

And you didn’t speak for such a long time


And there’s always so much going on

Between the lines

As life wears us down with the daily grind

And you ask me how I’ve been,

And I respond as best I can

That I am fine,

When the truth is I’ve been breaking all this time

But the words get caught up in my mind

So I say fine,

And you say fine


You feel the need to comment on the weather

And I say that it’s too warm for December

And then there’s a silence, that isn’t bad but isn’t right

But it’s how it’s been lately, and it’s better than a fight

So you say fine,

But I don’t think it’s fine

When the waitress comes around to take our order

It’s weird because you don’t order for me

And although sometimes I didn’t want what you said,

I miss you trying to figure out the pictures in my head

[Repeat CHORUS]


I don’t understand what’s going on

I just know that something is so wrong

And when you leave at 1:15

I can’t help thinking this is how it’s meant to be

Just awkward silences and spaces in between

Empty words and stares don’t mean anything

And I’m missing you, I’m missing you

But you don’t even know me

You can’t even see


That there’s always so much going on

Between the lines

As life wears us down with the daily grind

And there’s always so much going on

Between the lines

As life wears us down with the daily grind

And you asked me how I’ve been,

And I responded as best I can

That I was fine,

When the truth has been breaking me all this time

And the words aren’t going to get caught up in my mind anymore

I shout them to your back as you walk out the door

And I say, it’s not fine, we’re not fine, I’m not fine

And at 1:24, you say you know, and nothing more

And that’s the one time, that it truly is fine


Has anyone gotten any good books as gifts via one of the many holidays the past few weeks?

Oh, also, heads up: I’m finally getting my wisdom teeth out next week, so that might affect the next Wordy Wednesday. But I SWEAR, I will be back in classes the week after that, so things will be back to normal again, okay?



PS. If you haven’t already, don’t forget to enter my One Year Boligversary Giveaway! It ends with the year, so make sure to enter before the clock strikes 12!

Bonus Post: Chronicles of a Sick College Student

Step 1: Wake up at 5:00 AM because you weren’t able to focus on your homework last night, only to find that your head hurts so badly this morning that you STILL can’t focus. At all. And you keep falling asleep whenever you try. Which is just wonderful.


Step 2: Instead of focusing on your homework, debate the merits of taking one of your only four sick days allowed for the semester, and finally realize–when you cannot focus on debating the merits of taking one of your only four sick days allowed for the semester–that you really do need to take a sick day. Joy.


Step 3: Email your professors saying you’re not coming in, and go back to bed, only to have your roommate not realize you didn’t go to class, and flip the overhead light on when she gets up. And you have a loft. So now you’re blind as well as sick. (Note that this is completely your fault, and the roommate should not be blamed for any loss of eyesight, because honestly: If you were at all intelligent, you would have thought to have left a note on the light switch saying not to turn it on.)


(Get extremely angry at yourself for not being intelligent.)


Step 4: Yell at anyone who tries to talk to you, because apparently this illness also converts you into a massive jerk.


Step 5: Go around looking like this all day:


And this:


And this:


Good night, and I’ll talk to you on Wednesday. If I’m still alive.




Wordy Wednesday (“Cadence, Chapter 4”)

So remember how I was super tired this time last week?

… Well, now I’m sick. Like, I-have-got-the-stomach-flu-and-didn’t-eat-for-two-days-and-got-severely-dehydrated-and-now-must-drink-nasty-Gaterade sick.

And it sucks. And I think I definitely actually preferred being tired last week to this. (You don’t know what’cha got ’til it’s gone, eh?)

Here’s Chapter Four of Cadence for you!

Links to the past three chapters:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three



[Sorry this is no longer available–I’m editing Cadence now with the hopes of maybe, possibly publishing it someday. Thanks for the interest, though!]




I Am So Sick Right Now.

Okay, so I feel awful not giving you guys a Wordy Wednesday today, because this is the second time in a row that I’ve snubbed you, but I’ve got laryngitis or something going on right now and I’m barely even awake right now, let alone able to go grab a piece of writing to share with you. Maybe I’ll be feeling a bit better tomorrow, so I can do it then?

The timing on this really just sucks, though, because we’re in the middle of tech week for the spring musical (in which I have a principle role), it’s getting towards the end of the school year and I have a couple of A- right now so I need to get my grades back up, my mega 20%-of-my-grade AP lit project is due in less than two weeks, and I have the Future Problem Solvers state finals competition this weekend. And Saturday is my eighteenth birthday.

And, of course, my throat feels like death right now. I AM SO MAD. AND SICK. AND TIRED. AND SICK. AND MAD.

Sorry, guys!! 😦



I am a Crazy Cat Lady

So as a brand new blogger, I feel the need to introduce myself to whomever out there might be reading this (hi Mom): My name is Julia. I am seventeen years old. And I am a crazy cat lady.


I say this not because I go around doing this, because I don’t (or at least not in public), but because – now here comes the depressing part where you all go “AWWW! THAT SUCKS!!” – my cat Jesse died a few weeks ago, and now my other cat Willy is really sick with seizures and might not live that much longer.

I found out yesterday night at around 11:00 PM and I’m currently skipping a Christmas party I really wanted to go to because I don’t want to leave him alone, because I have a massive fear of being alone, myself, thanks to an unfortunate zip lining experience in Costa Rica over the summer (word to the wise: don’t take me zip lining ever again, emphasis on the EVER). So while I have a perfectly justifiable reason to leave Willy by himself for a few hours, involving spiced cider and Christmas cookies, I just can’t make myself do it.

So instead I decided to make a blog. (Aren’t you all so happy?)

And yeah. That’s basically my intro post. Let’s recap:

  • My name is Julia.
  • I am seventeen years old.
  • I am a crazy cat lady.
  • And I am terrified of zip lines.

Such pertinent facts. 🙂

… And now that I’ve basically just rambled on and on and made a humungous fool of myself, I’m going to go back to watching cute kitten videos on Youtube.