Julie Orringer

I dnot konw how to splel toady but it really dosent mateter where you put the lettres as long as the fisrt and last letetrs are in the corrcet poistoins.

Basically, I don't know how to spell our friend Julie's last name.

She was pretty sweet...I liked her writing a lot...it didn't take a lot of effort, like you didn't have to fumble around like a retard or anything to know what she was saying. The unique thing, the thing that made it special, is how everything fell into place, how the product was something amazing, something that was special. I may have to purchase her books, when I get money.

For some reason, she reminded me of Cameron Diaz mixed with a little of this person named Susan Kramer from my hometown.

She seemed very cool, a very cool cat. She seemed like she is the kind of person who is always relaxed and never gets upset.

It is horrible that the girl had to die in the story, and that they tried to hide her body in leaves, but what else could of happened that would leave an imprint in my mind or be as moving? That's right, Fred, nothing. Nothing could have been better.

It's too bad that the young girl had to die when Julie is such a gentle person. I imagine that she would be sort of like John Denver, or an enviromentalist. Maybe Bob Ross, except that she wasn't high. Yes, that's it. Julie is the Bob Ross of writing...it looks simple to do, but when you try it, yours looks like a piece of burnt quiche.

Well, that is all for now. No random reports of my life today will be offered...except for these few ones (I can't resist!)

1) I decided not to go to class today. I slept in until 10. Then I went to work. Then I came home and did some pushups and situps instead of going to my 2 o'clock class. Then, I PRIORITIZED and went to the Q and A. Julie said something about PRIORITIZING, and that is exactly what I did. You have to focus on the things that really matter to you.

2) It really mattered to me that I went to the Q and A, because last time I was a dumbass and forgot about it. It really mattered to me that I went to the Q and A, because MD threatened to lower our grades like 40 percent if we didn't go. It mattered because I didn't want to feel like such a bum.

3) It mattered to me because I wanted to bask in the ingenuity of the Bob Ross of writing, to be in the presence of the one who looks like a cross between Cameron Diaz and a woman named Susan Kramer from my hometown.