track and field and such earthly horrors

soo im not very good at keeping this bloggie shtick. here it is, already May, and my last post was at Christmas! My mumma will be delighted when she notices me, typing away busily, ignoring the beautiful sunlight streaming in through my window. She might even let me stay up late, because I'm working on my blog. Possibly even with a snack. Or tea. Either way I'll be happy, because track and field is officially over. finally. i thought I was going to keel over with the exercise. It's not in my nature to try especially hard in phys-ed. Not that I'm going to EVER need that, anyways. Oh yeah, I want to be a professional hockey player when I'm older. Better start training to throw a heavy steel ball as far as I can! Probably get better at chucking a frisbee! Cuz that's gonna help me! Become a stinking hockey player! Or dental hygienist! Whatever! My name is Julia, for pete's sake. What hockey player do you know named Julia?? It sounds more like...i dunno. A teacher. Or something. A tattoo artist. Or just a normal artzi type of person. I could get used to that.
So hence my title, lets just touch down on the subject of earthly horrors. Rain, per say? Or broccoli? I hate both. Rain just makes everything wet and nasty and sloppy. Perfect weather to go read. And not go to school, hmm? And broccoli, eh, broccoli. Horrendous stuff, it is. Hey, I'm just fine with eating carrots and cucumbers and other such rabbit food. Yams, even! Throw em at me! But broccoli? No. It's like eating trees, just with a nasty-er taste. And texture. And colour. And overall apperance. When I get older, I don't have to eat them! This, my friends, is the reason I'm so excited to grow up. And also possibly the fact that I can drive.

Ok so now I'm bored. Bye!