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Sunday, 23 October 2011
Julia. @ 18:59
I'm a really terrible friend. Terrible in that I'm writing this after the deadline that I set for the both of us. Terrible in that I should be giving this much more thought and not typing this in my student accommodation kitchen at two in the morning. And with that mindset I feel that I have forgotten absolutely everything I know about the girl I'm sharing this blog with.
Whenever I hang out with Julia, I constantly reprimand myself for not hanging out with her more. Our personalities jive in an unbelievable way. We met through French class when I mentioned wanting to go to Sundance Film Festival. You know how people will just go along with a conversation without any actual intention of going through with things they suggest? Well, the thing about Julia--when I suggested and she accepted, she actually went through with it. That is the kind of person she is.
Julia was born in... She lived in New York for a time when she was young! [This is getting pretty embarrassing for me] She loves to travel. I think this stems from her fantastically insane mother: like wake-her-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-and-tell-her-she's-flying-out-to-Dubai,-does-Julia-want-to-come-along insane. I've always admired Julia for her eye for fashion as well. This I learned through following her on
tumblr. Wildfox is one of her favorites. She is far better versed in film than I am. I've always known her to lean towards classics though--I'm talking Bogart-era here naturally. We have had many a sleepover in her living room eating crappy food and watching movies until 4 in the morning. Which really was not too difficult seeing as she has insomnia.
Appropriately enough she is in her first year studying film at university in Pennsylvania. Screenwriting is where she is headed. We've gone to Sundance together for the past two years thus Julia has been involved in possibly the most cherished experience of my life. Her fantastic taste extends to coffee, cats, and Coco Chanel.
Now if you don't mind, I'm going to take a night bus to central London to drop my Dutch friend at the airport shuttle stop. And I'm going to read what Julia wrote about me and beat myself up on how much better my own post could have been.