Hey Guys!!

Sorry I havent been keeping up, Ive actually gotten a xanga account which I use much more than this. You can keep up with me there. Toodles!

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=julivillalta

Yeah yeah yeah!

Bros!

I was offered a job today! Yeah! All I gotta do now is pass the drug test and the background check! I'm a little nervouse about the background check, but we'll leave that up to God. Prayers please!

If any one from Calvin Crest is reading this...

I miss you. I thought about you guys today. Ive been praying for B-Rich and B-Mill, Kara, Sarah Fry, Heather Busse, Jordan Karnes and if anyone needs any prayer Im here to do that for you. I love you and God Bless! <><

So many options! Which one to choose from...

Man am I hella tired,
Been listening to the same CD's for the past four days. Its almost 2 am and Im still not in bed. Why do I do this to myself. I think its because I like the time to myself and most of the time throughout the day, Im either running errands in the noisy concrete jungle that is La Verne, looking for a job or hanging out with the friend of boy. It's kinda frustrating not having a job or going to school.

When I was at Calvin Crest I would sooo look forward to my days off so I could chill, read a book or go for a hike to a waterfall, hang out with the friend of boy, or something. Now its like sooo much free time. I don't appreciate this as much as I would if I was busy with work and junk. May I just say damn the financial aid office for being so late on transferring my files, I mean I want to go to school already! So I can be stressed out on deadlines, and stay up late driving myself nuts trying to concentrate or quiet the voices that say, its okay Jules. Take a break, go to the museum, they have a nice exiiiibit! or better yet take a nap! Naps are good. YAY! But not before eating a big meal consisting basically of Chips ahoy cookies or dryers "Anything" ice cream so you can obsess on what a glutenouse slothful person you are. YAY! And I'm like,"SHUDDUP!" I'm trying to concentrate! I wish I didnt have a job or go to stoopid school so I could just relax!
... and take a nap.

Crappedy crap crap!

I guess I 'll just appreciate things for the way they are for now. And keep my eyes on the prize which will eventually be the death of me.

Dear God,
I pray that you please give me a good nights sleep so that tomorrow when I hop on that bike, I wont fall asleep and crash into a fire hydrant or a small dog and somehow combust into a giant explosion of flames and fire and small circus animals and dirty laundry and sawdust. That would be bad. But I do pray that I would keep my eyes focused upon you and not my selfish wants or slothful ways. I pray that you would take me to the places you would have me go, talk to the people you would have me talk to, and that it be your words speaking through me. Leading them in unimaginable ways to you and the beauty you have in store for them in this new life. I love you.
-Jules<333

Ahhh...
I do love me some Jesus.
Man am I bored, I wish I was learning something or working on something. SO that way I could say man Im tired, I wish I was at home in my bed sleeping.

Or on the computer saying, man I wish I could do both.

I think I'll wake my boyfreind up and ask him if he was sleeping. And then tell him that I cant sleep.

Somebody sing me a bed time story. Or tell me a song.

Strange Days...

I miss Calvin Crest. I miss the community, I think about how humble it is up there and how along with being back home there's so much responsibility that comes with it. My kid and my boyfriend live probably a half an hour away from me *without* traffic, I remember bike riding through CC road and being able to hear a car from a ways away because it was so serene and quiet and calm there. This is my battle ground, where people cut you off on the freeway or kick your seat at the movie theatre, or tell you your rude because you didn't see them as you were pulling your bike up on the train.

I worry that my spirit is going to die. That the flesh is going to catch up to me eventually, I cannot be complacent, Jesus is my ammo, this is my battle ground and if I become complacent I will become like the dying flesh. I will fall asleep, but if I'm lucky or should I say God be gracious enough, I will come out of it like someone that has been underwater for too long. Gasping for air, crying. What happened? Where did I go wrong? I'll probably ask myself. I let go of God's hand to explore, to get a taste, or because I thought I could do it on my own.

And that's the worse feeling in the world. That wondering what happened, waking up one morning and realizing that your life has no meaning whatsoever or that its turned to shit, might as well die, might as well just kill yourself. But thank God He has given me a taste of what life can be about and I'm thirsty for more.

I pray that God will break me, but along with that comes fear, I'm afraid of what I don't know.

When I'm complacent I know.

I know that I can go to the same job, come back at the same time watch the same shows go to sleep do the same thing again the next day and die slowly, spiritually and inevitable physically.

But dear God,
I pray that along with breaking me, you remove fear, and let me know that even though its not me running the show anymore, living the routine, taking me to the places of destination for the moment, unknown, unloved and unacceptable by humanity, hated for what I am and what I believe, dark shadowy, dangerous places, wherever I may end up you be my flash light, my sword my shield, because then even in whatever circumstances, I am safe. They can hurt the flesh but cant touch my spirit. Only you can, but separated from you there is nothing keeping it alive. I praise you for that. And I give you my whole completely, let my body be my means of transportation in this human world, what takes me places but I pray that you be what speaks what moves me, what motivates me and helps me love as you would. I pray these things and more, for your glory, the salvation of others, and my peace of mind and serenity and joy.

Praise God,
-Jules<333

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Things to do at Walmart when your with your lame boring family...

1. Get boxes of condoms & randomly put them in peoples' carts when they aren't looking.
2. Set all the alarm clocks to go off at 10-minute intervals.
3. Make a trail of orange juice on the floor to the rest rooms.
4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, "I think we have a code 3 in housewares," and see what happens.
5. Put some M&M's on lay away.
6. Move CAUTION WET FLOOR signs to carpet areas.
7. Set up a tent in the camping department, tell others you'll only invite them in if they bring pillows from the bedding department.
8. When someone asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask, "Why won't you people leave me alone."
9. Look right into the security camera and use it as a mirror while you pick your nose.
10. Dart around suspiciously while humming the theme from 'Mission Impossible.'
11. While handling guns in the hunting department ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are.
12. In the auto department practice your Madonna look using different size funnels.
13. Hide in the clothing rack and when people browse through whisper "PICK ME! PICK ME!!!!!"
14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker assume the fetal position and scream "NO! NO! It's those voices again!"
15. Go to the fitting room and yell real loud....."Hey we're out of toilet paper in here!"

First day back

Just got home from camp. Things are strange here in the city of La Verne. Its like we went from living ghetto to living ghetto fabulouse! So I have this stoooopid 10 pm curfew that my dad gave me ... and Im like... what now? 23!!! Anyway yeah curfew and so I asks the old man I asks him, "Hey! Bro! Can I like, stay out late to watch a movie?" and he's like. "Hmmm... well okay, but later on you and I are gonna talk about the rules" and I'm like "okay, whatever bro" So I takes mah copy of the key to the new pad and I come back at about 1:30 am and the friggin security gate is locked, so my key is of absolutely no use to me as of ... (Looks at watch) NOW! SO I have to rip a hole in the security gate door with my boyfriends pocket knife in the net thingy and move the lock with mah pinky. Hazah! I open it and go inside safely. All the while thinking "Maroons! All of them" Then proceed to mah fathers room where I find him and my wicked step mother in bed and dump hot chocolate and melted caramel all over their heads for locking me out of the house cross the hallway and on to the compoopter cuz I can't sleep.Gooooooooooodnight!