<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:54:36.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sock monkey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-1429835653320108371</id><published>2007-12-29T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:50:21.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>start of something new.</title><content type='html'>im movinnggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it.&lt;br /&gt;the new blog sucks right now, i just have to figure things out. worrd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.uber.com/juliabruc&lt;div 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new.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-9192995087517348110</id><published>2007-12-26T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:10:28.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to be a part of it, new yorkkkkkk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metropolitan museum. degas "tiny dancer"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KYFOT3cCI/AAAAAAAAAac/HAv0MrNMJoU/s1600-h/winterformal07+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KYFOT3cCI/AAAAAAAAAac/HAv0MrNMJoU/s320/winterformal07+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148344539546087458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KYFeT3cDI/AAAAAAAAAak/gKdHxmSnyX0/s1600-h/winterformal07+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KYFeT3cDI/AAAAAAAAAak/gKdHxmSnyX0/s320/winterformal07+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148344543841054770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guggenheim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KYFuT3cEI/AAAAAAAAAas/Z7GgmGXxs1I/s1600-h/winterformal07+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KYFuT3cEI/AAAAAAAAAas/Z7GgmGXxs1I/s320/winterformal07+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148344548136022082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lennon memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KYGOT3cFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1k-az0HO2L8/s1600-h/winterformal07+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KYGOT3cFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1k-az0HO2L8/s320/winterformal07+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148344556725956690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;central park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KYGeT3cGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pfUps1yihS0/s1600-h/winterformal07+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KYGeT3cGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pfUps1yihS0/s320/winterformal07+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148344561020924002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;give peace a chance. central park. lennon memorial&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KWROT3b9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Gi39xw44pYI/s1600-h/winterformal07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KWROT3b9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Gi39xw44pYI/s320/winterformal07+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148342546681262034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fedex! yay mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KWSOT3b-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eOJGjXYxzkQ/s1600-h/winterformal07+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KWSOT3b-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eOJGjXYxzkQ/s320/winterformal07+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148342563861131234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;timessss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KWSeT3b_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/4o3Bviq1Bsg/s1600-h/winterformal07+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KWSeT3b_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/4o3Bviq1Bsg/s320/winterformal07+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148342568156098546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;times square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KWSuT3cAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kUz23tBahSs/s1600-h/winterformal07+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KWSuT3cAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kUz23tBahSs/s320/winterformal07+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148342572451065858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KWTOT3cBI/AAAAAAAAAaU/VhMDo62-Eeg/s1600-h/winterformal07+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KWTOT3cBI/AAAAAAAAAaU/VhMDo62-Eeg/s320/winterformal07+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148342581041000466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new york was great. so glad to have spent it with friends. i will definitely be going back. i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-9192995087517348110?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/9192995087517348110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=9192995087517348110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/9192995087517348110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/9192995087517348110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-to-be-part-of-it-bew-yorkkkkkk.html' title='i want to be a part of it, new yorkkkkkk.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KYFOT3cCI/AAAAAAAAAac/HAv0MrNMJoU/s72-c/winterformal07+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-479538379017481794</id><published>2007-12-26T12:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T12:44:32.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>newspapers entertain lion tamers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KS8-T3b8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/83Uu2ExA0ZQ/s1600-h/File0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R3KS8-T3b8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/83Uu2ExA0ZQ/s320/File0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148338900254027714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word up.  i was in the paper with charles a while ago.  it was to hype up the fashion show. sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-479538379017481794?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/479538379017481794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-7058046158927205258</id><published>2007-12-16T00:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:35:44.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big pimpin up in nyc.</title><content type='html'>so my blogging is disgraceful. so much has happened since the last time ive blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fashion show was a major success, and it was probably the most memorable night of the year. for sure. everyone was there, and all the girls look so good. it was awesome. a crazy rush. the t-shirts were a major success, and we raised well over 10 grand i think. that is awesomeee. the committee will take off in janurary, and they will put what we raised to good use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the show, i got so sick, but then i was off to new york. headed out with about 50 students, 5 teachers, and an awesome tour guide. we didnt even sleep on the way up, a whole 9 or so hours. out bus driver was pretty awesome too. so the first thing we did when we arrived was hit up macys. they only gave us an hour...what can you possibly do in an hour on 7 floors? i explored with alyssa. major tourists. after macys we checked into the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day2. we went out to tour the city, and the musical sites. we were met by matt, who guided the tour, and he was hilarious. so funny. we went to strawberry fields, and stopped at the john lennon "imagine" memorial. we also stopped by a little "miracle" chapel - it's backyard was the twin towers, but the chapel was unharmed, with the exception of a sycamore tree, the chapel was left in one piece. after our musical tour, we went to canal, and soho. i loved soho, but the chaos of canal was intriguing. after we shopped around we were allowed some time for food, and then it was off to broadway where we would watch legally blonde. some were skeptical, but the show was very very good. super entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CcmCMPLwfQ8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CcmCMPLwfQ8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day3. we were supposed to go to central park again today, and actually explore, but thanks to one room of girls, we had to skip it. they never woke up, so we went straight to Rockefeller center and then to nbc studio for a tour. that was pretty good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to comeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-7058046158927205258?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/7058046158927205258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=7058046158927205258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/7058046158927205258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/7058046158927205258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-pimpin-up-in-nyc.html' title='big pimpin up in nyc.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-7256616495870987078</id><published>2007-12-05T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:52:38.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope that you enjoy the show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R1d-6qUD5kI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-wIKeT8Zu3M/s1600-h/n172000788_34334926_5477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R1d-6qUD5kI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-wIKeT8Zu3M/s320/n172000788_34334926_5477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140717045922653762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R1d-6qUD5lI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gAsRnatgNA0/s1600-h/n514368699_207558_1696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R1d-6qUD5lI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gAsRnatgNA0/s320/n514368699_207558_1696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140717045922653778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is new yorkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;and i am so excited. i'll be back in 4 days with a majorly long blog.&lt;br /&gt;i havent even blogged about the fashion show, or the newspaper article or anything.&lt;br /&gt;here's a small taste before i leave....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R1d_T6UD5nI/AAAAAAAAAZE/n8nXLiYj_cU/s1600-h/n172000788_34334918_8000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R1d_T6UD5nI/AAAAAAAAAZE/n8nXLiYj_cU/s320/n172000788_34334918_8000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140717479714350706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R1d_T6UD5mI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ghyrYrNK9hQ/s1600-h/n172000788_34334911_7651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R1d_T6UD5mI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ghyrYrNK9hQ/s320/n172000788_34334911_7651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140717479714350690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did a photoshoot at the biasetti house too.&lt;br /&gt;so much fun...a little glimpse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R1d_taUD5oI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ct3MhxC-lZM/s1600-h/n172000788_34305537_5048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hope-that-you-enjoy-show.html' title='i hope that you enjoy the show.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/R1d-6qUD5kI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-wIKeT8Zu3M/s72-c/n172000788_34334926_5477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-6629358444511441039</id><published>2007-11-18T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:24:49.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm talkin' downtown.</title><content type='html'>today we visited dee, and it was really good to see her.  we went out for breakfast at frans - it was so yummy.  i got banana pancakes, dee got blueberry, mom got the big breakfast, and dad got an omelette.  i stole some of the parentals' homefries.. sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast we went out to the mall for a bit. basically just h&amp;amp;m where i got an awesome skirt.  dee and dad went to pottery barn, and we were at winners for a little while too.  we hit up urban, and i tried on a cute little dress, backless and such. but i picked the skirt instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was pretty successful i'd say.  on the way out of the tdot, we saw a couple floats from the santa claus parade. they were so cute. one giant one with a penquin. awh. lovely. i slept the rest of the way home, until we went to walmart and fortinos.  after that we came home, and mom made some pizzas, and i made banana bread with chocolate chips. i hope its good. anyways, it's probably ready to come out of the oven right now. its beeping! later days!&lt;div 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downtown.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-8371874681229429716</id><published>2007-11-17T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T19:43:07.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar pie, honey bunch</title><content type='html'>today i made 2 apple pies.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm they smelled so good. mm i cant wait to dig in. maybe a la mode. mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diana's tomorrow, for breakfast! and then shopping around. possibly the santa claus parade. woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it snowed today. that's fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later dayssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-8371874681229429716?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/8371874681229429716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=8371874681229429716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/8371874681229429716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/8371874681229429716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/11/sugar-pie-honey-bunch.html' title='sugar pie, honey bunch'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-13899834209533915</id><published>2007-11-16T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:02:19.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>losing my religion</title><content type='html'>on wednesday, my religion class, as well as the other religion class went on a trip to a Hindu temple, a Muslim mosque, and a Jewish synagogue.  although the classes had separate buses, me and charles managed to stay together for the most part.  our first stop was the Hindu temple.  it was so beautiful. as soon as we entered, i was amazed.  all of the wood surrounding the walls, and ceiling was hand carved.  it was so intricate, and stunning.  then when we went into the actual temple, or the Mandira, and when we walked in there my breath was taken away.  it was all marble, and hand carved.  it was white, so it felt like an ice castle. beautiful. amazing.  the ceiling domes had lights that changed colours, which lit up every nook and cranny in the carvings, enhancing the intricate designs.  it was so pretty.  there were statues of the Hindu gods in small alcoves in the walls. even those were amazing.  one looked so real, it was scary.  we weren't allowed to take pictures though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next stop was the mosque.  when we got there, we walked straight downstairs.  the mosque was much more simple than the temple.  but for both places, we had to take off our shoes.  in the mosque, the girls were asked to cover their hair with head scarves to respect the culture.  we met the Imam, or spiritual leader of the mosque, and he was actually very interesting to listen to.  he was very funny, and super relaxed towards us.  he was down to earth, and i loved him. he was great. that visit was very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the mosque, we headed to the mall to find lunch in the food court. me and charles stopped at the pickel barrel, by far the best place in the mall, so yummy.  i had a tuna wrap..low carb hah. and charles had an assortment of little sandwiches. they were so cute.  we ate in style for sure...only, we were wearing out school uniforms. after lunch, we had about 20 minutes to spare. what does one do with 20 minutes in a mall? turbo shop of course.  we went to 3 or 4 stores i believe, and i even tried on a dress. it was so nice, but too small. oh well. anywho, we were scrambling, and rushing around. on the way out, we ran into tori and ash, who made us wait for them.  they made is late for the bus hah, and then our teachers were a little mad. oh, five minutes isn't going to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so we loaded up the buses, and we were off to our 3rd and final stop.  it was the Jewish synagogue.  the boys had to wear the small hats on their heads, the kippah.  the lady that greeted us was so nice, and very informative.  she compared the jewish religion with christianity.  its was interesting.  we got to see artifacts saved from the holocaust, which was neat - the artifacts i mean, not the holocaust...anyways.  we listened to the lady talk, and when she was done, our time was up.  we headed back onto the buses, and then we were set for home.  the trip was a pleasant suprise.  i enjoyed my time for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaysssss. thats all for now. only 12 more days until the fashion showwwwwwwww! so exciteddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-13899834209533915?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/13899834209533915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-3353477203550245872</id><published>2007-11-12T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:20:42.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we fly high...through the wall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RzjRSU5Uh0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/RKdccmunCfc/s1600-h/jukri+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RzjRSU5Uh0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/RKdccmunCfc/s320/jukri+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132081888165660482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RzjRS05Uh1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/wW_T8YrqRfQ/s1600-h/jukri+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RzjRS05Uh1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/wW_T8YrqRfQ/s320/jukri+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132081896755595090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RzjRVE5Uh2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/3s1mukJ46rs/s1600-h/jukri+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RzjRVE5Uh2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/3s1mukJ46rs/s320/jukri+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132081935410300770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RzjRV05Uh3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/yzIxbqQAydA/s1600-h/jukri+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RzjRV05Uh3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/yzIxbqQAydA/s320/jukri+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132081948295202674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so last night i went to dianas house with kristen and we did major planning for our christmas potluck.  its going to be so fun.  classy.  we took a bunch of pictures, including ones of us "flying" through a little window in her kitchen. haha. good times.  we helped diana with her walk for the fashion show too! i cant wait for that.  15 dayssss!!!! man. i can't believe it. its crazy. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had a day off school.  "faith day" apparently.  can't complain about a day to sleep in. i loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-3353477203550245872?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/3353477203550245872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=3353477203550245872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/3353477203550245872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/3353477203550245872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-fly-highthrough-wall.html' title='we fly high...through the wall.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RzjRSU5Uh0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/RKdccmunCfc/s72-c/jukri+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-8082728270101129427</id><published>2007-11-08T20:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:39:56.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hip hip hoorayyy!</title><content type='html'>oh emmm geeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so excitedd. our shirts for the fashion show came in. yay i can not wait to see them! im so happy. yayyyy. im so excitedddd and i just cant hide itt......anywhooo, we've been having volleyball tryouts this week, and im also hyped for the school team. i think this year is going to be sweet. i also interviewed charles this week for the newspaper and fashion show program. it was fun. tomorrow we will continue our runway bootcamp - the show is only 18 days awayyyy! i can not believe it is almost here. november 28th ya'll. be there or be square. it's going to be a partayyyyy. for sure. tomorrow is a half day which is sweet, and i plan on seeing The Darjeeling Limited. it looks really good. check it out &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=aO1bYukdvLI"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox_searchlight/thedarjeelinglimited/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-8082728270101129427?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/8082728270101129427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=8082728270101129427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/8082728270101129427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/8082728270101129427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/11/hip-hio-hoorayyy.html' title='hip hip hoorayyy!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-4204728222913077350</id><published>2007-11-04T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:35:50.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>start the season with a bang</title><content type='html'>yesterday was our first volleyball tournament, but it didnt really count for much. it didnt place us, so it didnt matter how we did. we did well though. we won our first three games, and we were first in our pool. then for the afternoon, we had to face every other team who came first in their pool. we lost our last 2 games, which sucked, but they were so close.  our team is so fun. it was a good tournament.  and may i add, that with our new uniforms, especially the black ones, we look much more intimidating. awesome. i love them. next week is our next tournament, so we'll see how it goess. plus i'm playing indoor beach, and im stokedddd.&lt;br /&gt;laterdayss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-4204728222913077350?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/4204728222913077350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=4204728222913077350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/4204728222913077350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/4204728222913077350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/11/start-season-with-bang.html' title='start the season with a bang'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-230979428799669745</id><published>2007-10-31T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:43:17.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monster mash</title><content type='html'>happy halloween! i haven't updated in a while, but i thought, what better time than halloween? anywhoo, school today was pretty chill, and we got our yearbooks.  finally. they are really nice, and i'm so proud of my pages! haha. john came by the school today, so that was sweet. we had a little catch up conversation, and talked about why our brunch has yet to happen! soooooon i hope. it's going to be so fun.  and we still need to have a photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i can't go out tonight (grrr volleyball - but i still love it), i'm just going to say, stay alert, stay safe!  hah im so lame, but seriously. do it. eat some candy for meeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later daysss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ryj2zZ_b3KI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rC03AEeDOr4/s1600-h/pp-casper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ryj2zZ_b3KI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rC03AEeDOr4/s320/pp-casper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127619538772024482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-230979428799669745?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/230979428799669745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=230979428799669745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/230979428799669745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/230979428799669745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/10/monster-mash.html' title='monster mash'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ryj2zZ_b3KI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rC03AEeDOr4/s72-c/pp-casper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-3196727744897212320</id><published>2007-10-26T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:20:03.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, you're such a dreamer</title><content type='html'>well yesterday i attended the "Jean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vanier&lt;/span&gt; Youth Conference" in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toronto&lt;/span&gt;.  i was chosen at school, along with 5 others students (joey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lisa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sandra&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cara&lt;/span&gt;), by one of our teachers to go to this event.  i was not expecting anything major at all - i actually didn't know what to expect at all.  the teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; give any of us information, she just gave us permission forms.&lt;br /&gt;so we get there, it was at the international plaza hotel, and it was so nice. very nice. we checked in, and headed up to the second level.  as soon as we got up there, we were surrounded by tons and tons of students, teachers, and other people.  there were students there from all over southern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ontario&lt;/span&gt;.  it was crazy madness, but it made us all feel so important.  we felt like we we part of something major - and if you ask me, it definitely was major.  Jean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vanier&lt;/span&gt; (creator of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;L'Arche&lt;/span&gt; communities, for people with disabilities) was actually present at this event, and to be in his presence was such an amazing feeling.  he had such a powerful, and strong message to send, and i will never forget one thing he said, "My dream, is that you dream." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thos&lt;/span&gt;e words will stick to me forever.  and they really got me thinking about our dream big fashion show which is happening in about a month.  i hope we reach our goal, and get a fair amount of money for the people in the Dominican! it's going to be awesome.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;, we broke off into "breakout groups" and there was 95 groups in total. it was crazy, pure madness.  i got to meet a few new people, and we discussed Jean's message. later, we ate some lunch, which was provided and it was actually really good.  after lunch, the whole mass of students assembled together for the final questions and blessing.  we got to sing happy birthday to Jean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Vanier&lt;/span&gt; too, since he will be 80 soon.  it was  a sweet moment.  overall, i was super glad to be chosen for this event.  it was so touching, and a great experience. keep on dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later dayssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-3196727744897212320?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/3196727744897212320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-6699203331950938230</id><published>2007-10-23T21:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:23:09.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kickin' it old school.</title><content type='html'>tonight in hip hop class we danced to all things old school.  including the first ever major hip hop song from the studio, "scream", the dance which my sister was in.  it was by far the best hip hop to come out of that studio. then we listened to some britney spears, oops! i did it again, followed up by a hilarious routine to sir mix alot's baby got back.  so fun. so i think you should all watch this, just to get into the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G_SI8dJ4KUA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G_SI8dJ4KUA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, i came home and turned my itunes, which played the song interpretive labour, by the harvey sneaks project (really good song, check it out), and the music in the background is sia. which reminded me of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uvd814WG2t4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uvd814WG2t4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet videos. enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l83r D4Yzzzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-6699203331950938230?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/6699203331950938230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=6699203331950938230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/6699203331950938230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/6699203331950938230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/10/kickin-it-old-school.html' title='kickin&apos; it old school.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-2209585329370456490</id><published>2007-10-21T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:53:21.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let's paint the town, a brighter shade of beige.</title><content type='html'>so this weekend was pretty productive in my opinion. on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, i finally watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; history x. it was super good. very intense, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;norton&lt;/span&gt; is awesome. the supporting actor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt; furlong was impressive as well. overall, a very powerful film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; was the community paint on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dee's&lt;/span&gt; street in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toronto&lt;/span&gt;. our team was made of 6 people. but it was actually so intense. we slapped the paint on and covered the wall fairly quickly. while painting, i had a really great conversation with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;victoria&lt;/span&gt; about all her experiences and jobs in life. she studied journalism, which is what i would like to do. she has worked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cbc&lt;/span&gt;, and for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;toronto&lt;/span&gt; sun. she also spent a year in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;paris&lt;/span&gt; as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; pair, so she can speak french too! she was super awesome. i enjoyed the conversation quite thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;at around noon, we started to get hungry, and we were eager for a break. there was a pizza place in the building we were painting, and they kept peeking out the back door and looking at us. we decided to go around and order a couple of pizzas. when they were done, the guy came out the back door and handed them to us. convenient no? the pizza was very good, and very fresh. we also got special donated coffee and croissants from &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;daniel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;daniel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;catering company. the croissants were to die for. soft, warm, buttery goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RxwUzDJ6l0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/OnLSZ__D2P8/s1600-h/community+paint+aberdeen.+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123993343293560642" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RxwUzDJ6l0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/OnLSZ__D2P8/s320/community+paint+aberdeen.+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after food, we continued painting until we finished. we finished the primer. just with that, it looked ten times better. it was a nice "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;putty&lt;/span&gt; colour" according to my dad. sunday the team continued without me, since i had math homework to finish, and a test 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123994842237146994" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RxwWKTJ6l3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/g114ft03DiM/s200/community+paint+aberdeen.+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RxwWKzJ6l4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ORqdrX_Y3Uo/s1600-h/community+paint+aberdeen.+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123994850827081602" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RxwWKzJ6l4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ORqdrX_Y3Uo/s200/community+paint+aberdeen.+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RxwWKzJ6l5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/cJJVbIlmNtE/s1600-h/community+paint+aberdeen.+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123994850827081618" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RxwWKzJ6l5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/cJJVbIlmNtE/s200/community+paint+aberdeen.+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i didnt do much at all. but my mom made awesome dinners, so im giving her a special mention. thanks for the food mom. those potatoes were AMAZING. so good. love youuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later dayss.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/jules/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-2209585329370456490?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/2209585329370456490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=2209585329370456490' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-6653937245624750672</id><published>2007-10-19T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:55:10.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it don't matter if your black or white.</title><content type='html'>last nightttt was the black and white dance at school. school dances are so mental. it started off a little lame, because no one actually dances when they walk in, but as the night went on, it was actually pretty fun. i had a good time at least, it would have been a tad better if they had played gimme more, only because we constantly sing it at lunch. i dont even like that song, and the video was so sad to watch. poor brit. anyways, the dance was a good time. and i loved my sequined headband. i'll definitely be wearing it again. i basically stayed with derron, jimmy, diana, angelika, kristen, and kailey the whole night. we were so awesome. basically the lunch crew. word. during the dj's sets, the power kept turning off. just when everyone got pumped, the music stopped. it kind of sucked because it happened about 5 times. that was the only negative thing i'd say. they played stronger, and gold digger, plus dirt of your shoulder, and i was so happy. but then they decided to play crank that twice, oh "souljah boy". the whole group of sweaty, dancing people basically knew, and reenacted the whole dance. there was even people up on the stage. it was intense. good times though, even though i don't really enjoy that song either haha. i'm not down with all the rap "gangsta" beats. i'm so excited for formal in december, even though its a ways away. i'm stoked. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rxl4iTJ6lzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/P9DmVkqgoKc/s1600-h/picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123258581763397426" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rxl4iTJ6lzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/P9DmVkqgoKc/s320/picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm hittin' up toronto for a little "community paint". we are revamping my sisters survey in a way. its prety exciting stuff. wooo! until next timeeee...later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-6653937245624750672?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/6653937245624750672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=6653937245624750672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/6653937245624750672'/><link rel='self' 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team bonding!</title><content type='html'>alright, so our team bonding weekend was actually very very fun.  our new team is looking good, and i'm excited for our season to start.  i can assure you, no one has ever experienced this much girl talk in one weekend.&lt;br /&gt;morning.  the most memorable moment for me, and im sure the rest of the team, was at 4 o'clock saturdaychantal bolts up in bed, she had a calf cramp. the only way she could get rid of it was to stand on it, so she jumps off of the top bunk, and she's flying in the air. i can see her shadow pass her bed.  i heard a pretty messed up sound hit the ground, that definitely wasnt her.  turns out she threw up as she was jumping out of the bed.  i felt so bad for her, but i was half asleep. i didnt even realize it was her at first.  anyways, she runs over to the garbage, and we all get up. "what the hell was that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa saw the whole thing, and as she said, "wow chantal you did a good job of missing all of our stuff!", i turn around only to see my bags with a nice helping of throw up on them. and my purple sweater! hah. this sounds really nasty, but believe me, all weekend we laughed about it. i felt so bad for chantal, and i really was just so happy she didnt get sick on me! that would have sucked haha. but yeah, it was actually so funny, watching her shadow jump from the bed. maybe you had to be there, but still. it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that ordeal, we went back to bed until wake up call at 7:15. we ate breakfast, and then set up our team goals.  a bunch of trust exercises followed. they were pretty fun. hah. the only thing that sucked was the weather. i may like the rain, but it sucks to be in while you try and do highropes. it was so cold. but highropes were super fun. i did the vertical jungle gym with jackie, and ruined my hands haha.  the low ropes were fun too. we definitely set a record for getting our team over the wall! woo. i love our team.  we got to work on our skits after dinner, and ours ended up being hilarious. everyone laughed so much. it was great, and it was basically all amanda and vanessa. thanks girls! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 18U team said a really touching poem, so i thought it deserved a special mention.  overall, good weekend, and im stoked for the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rxky1DJ6lxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HHETVv87upk/s1600-h/n502846339_370772_7785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rxky1DJ6lxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HHETVv87upk/s200/n502846339_370772_7785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123181938072000274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rxky1TJ6lyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/5bH6d2yBkaI/s1600-h/n502846339_370780_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rxky1TJ6lyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/5bH6d2yBkaI/s200/n502846339_370780_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123181942366967586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love our team, even though we weren't all there in the picture! we'll get moreee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-4191967556594059597?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/4191967556594059597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=4191967556594059597' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-125551921535375219</id><published>2007-10-12T16:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:14:51.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>team bonding experiencesssss</title><content type='html'>alright, so im getting ready for my weekend getaway, team bonding camp with my volleyball team. im pretty excited, and hopefully i get lots of pictures to post up. that would be awesomee. its going to be soo fun. hopefully, it's not toooo cold. that would suck.  anywhoo. i'll be back sunday. so untill thenn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later dayss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope the rest of my family had fun at so you think you can dance! without me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-125551921535375219?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-4475861690479464026</id><published>2007-10-08T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:02:08.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving part II: october heat.</title><content type='html'>thanksgiving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; was stellar.  i woke up to the smell of love in the kitchen.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mmmmm&lt;/span&gt; thanksgiving smells so good.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nonno&lt;/span&gt; came over around 2, and we prepared for a scrumptious feast. a turkey was baking all morning, there were roasted potatoes, breaded cauliflower, 2 types of salad - one fresh from the garden- and my mom&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rwrf7lrvQqI/AAAAAAAAAV0/TWwM_wRRzE0/s1600-h/n172000788_33957689_4581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rwrf7lrvQqI/AAAAAAAAAV0/TWwM_wRRzE0/s200/n172000788_33957689_4581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119150141280830114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rwrf7lrvQpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/qo5t1EHSSOk/s1600-h/n172000788_33957679_1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rwrf7lrvQpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/qo5t1EHSSOk/s200/n172000788_33957679_1957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119150141280830098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; even made me my own separate stuffing, with vegetable&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rwrf7VrvQoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HowJy1GsEtQ/s1600-h/n172000788_33957667_8853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rwrf7VrvQoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HowJy1GsEtQ/s200/n172000788_33957667_8853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119150136985862786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stalk gravy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; good. i drenched my whole plate with it. amazing.  so after eating, and stuffing ourselves to the brim, mom decides to bring out the fruit. prickly pears and cantaloupe.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.   juicy red prickly pears, so tasty.  after fruit came coffee and dessert.  the meals never end here.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nonno&lt;/span&gt; brought donuts, and seriously, they were so good. fresh, and soft. perfect.  after dessert, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nonno&lt;/span&gt; decided to head home.  we said bye, and then after he left, me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; headed downstairs to relax and watch some of the hills marathon happening on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mtv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;canada&lt;/span&gt; today.  so good. we got our daily dose of drama.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; ended up falling asleep, and then by 5:30, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; drove her back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tdot&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; happy she came home this weekend, we had a good time.  so i probably won't see her again till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;, which is sad. it will be sooner than i know....10 weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;, i love thanksgiving...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;droooool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rwrga1rvQrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gYVe5R3A4Ew/s1600-h/n172000788_33957695_6187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rwrga1rvQrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gYVe5R3A4Ew/s320/n172000788_33957695_6187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119150678151742130" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwrgbFrvQsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/eePA0pqrjqM/s1600-h/n172000788_33957690_4848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwrgbFrvQsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/eePA0pqrjqM/s320/n172000788_33957690_4848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119150682446709442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwrgbVrvQtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/I5viJfzqO9k/s1600-h/n172000788_33957697_6443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwrgbVrvQtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/I5viJfzqO9k/s320/n172000788_33957697_6443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119150686741676754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rwrg3FrvQuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7z_gjH-7RM4/s1600-h/n172000788_33957673_402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rwrg3FrvQuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7z_gjH-7RM4/s320/n172000788_33957673_402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119151163483046626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later daysss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-4475861690479464026?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/4475861690479464026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=4475861690479464026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/4475861690479464026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/4475861690479464026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanksgiving-part-ii-october-heat.html' title='thanksgiving part II: october heat.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rwrf7lrvQqI/AAAAAAAAAV0/TWwM_wRRzE0/s72-c/n172000788_33957689_4581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-1333157565391783314</id><published>2007-10-07T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:21:56.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby girrrl, i ain't got a motor boat, but i can float your boat..</title><content type='html'>good times for sure.  so today, me and dee woke up, and basically ate everything that we have in this house. bagels, cheese, pizza, etc. it was lovely. the parentals went to church, but we slept in sooo yeah.  we decided to get ready for nonnos early this year aha.  our getting ready ritual consists  of dancing for about an hour or two, and then actually getting ready a half hour before we need to leave.  so we danced to kanye "stronger", twice to "the way i are", and twice to "robot rock" that was my personal favourite.  we also reenacted the famous mia michaels lifts from so you think you can dance as we danced to "apologize".  so good. seriously, we are awesome. so, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwrXdFrvQmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZS9gE25-QjE/s1600-h/DSC03035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwrXdFrvQmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZS9gE25-QjE/s200/DSC03035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119140821201797730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a few examples of what we look like when we dance...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwrXdVrvQnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rjJTH07IWLI/s1600-h/DSC03063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwrXdVrvQnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rjJTH07IWLI/s200/DSC03063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119140825496765042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these pictures are old mind you, but some things never change. woooo.&lt;br /&gt;we went to thanksgiving dinner part 1 at around 4:15, it was super good.  i fell in love with these little cauliflower things, they were like so good. mmm. and i love the salad, so good. the cake was good too haha. mmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2 tomorrow, im pretty excited. i want to make mashed potatoes..mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later daysss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-1333157565391783314?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/1333157565391783314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=1333157565391783314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1333157565391783314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1333157565391783314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-girrrl-i-aint-got-motor-boat-but-i.html' title='baby girrrl, i ain&apos;t got a motor boat, but i can float your boat..'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwrXdFrvQmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZS9gE25-QjE/s72-c/DSC03035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-1079242840296197627</id><published>2007-10-06T12:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:21:39.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy day magic.</title><content type='html'>what better way to start off the thanksgiving weekend than with a massive thunderstorm?  i love watching the rain.  it's pouring right now, the puddles got about 10 times bigger in 10 seconds.  crazy.  mini lakes and streams lie on the road, as cars drive by, they make splashes about 2 feet high.  it's slowing down now, but the sound is still there.  the water falling through the eaves trough, trickling along the house.  i love it.  i think the sun is trying to come out now.   good afternoon mr. sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for dee to come home tonight. she's here for the whole weekend, woo.  after this i probably wont see her till christmas.  i love holidays.  so warm and fuzzy.  maybe i'll make apple pie today. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, later dayssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-1079242840296197627?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/1079242840296197627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=1079242840296197627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1079242840296197627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1079242840296197627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/10/rainy-day-magic.html' title='rainy day magic.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-1080317509052273395</id><published>2007-10-04T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:41:30.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>super massive black hole.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwgBAlrvQhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oyw0E6p8gm8/s1600-h/DSC01185-1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwgBAlrvQhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oyw0E6p8gm8/s200/DSC01185-1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118342086133760530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a funk right now. i dont know why. i just watched newport harbour, and it made me so sad. and it doesnt even have anything to do with me. im in such a weird mood. i just wanna chill out, and eat. i love food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwWkg5R3ctI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QbsanZUlUu8/s1600-h/DSC01267medee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwWkg5R3ctI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QbsanZUlUu8/s200/DSC01267medee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117677436614963922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dee's coming home this weekend (that is my favourite picture of us ever) , we have big thanksgiving dinner to look forward too. woohoo!  at nonnos house...its his birthday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY NONNO!  this weekend should be fun filled, and exciting.  plus i get my purple sweater:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see what the weekend brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-1080317509052273395?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/1080317509052273395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=1080317509052273395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1080317509052273395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1080317509052273395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/10/super-massive-black-hole.html' title='super massive black hole.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RwgBAlrvQhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oyw0E6p8gm8/s72-c/DSC01185-1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-1687340617695215004</id><published>2007-09-30T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:09:55.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>white knight, lite bright.</title><content type='html'>i had a super good weekend. for reals.  friday night, i took the train up to see dee for her birthday partyyyyy!  we walked around for a bit when i got there, and then went back to her house. i was so hungry so i made pasta, since it was the only food she had.  after food, i got ready, stole one of her shirts (which i got berries on later in the night), and joined the party.  it started off a little slow, but it defs picked up after the guests played a couple rounds of flip cup. hah. i just watched the madness.  it was actually pretty hilarious. eleni made such a good cake. it was so pretty. complete with a bubble tape ribbon, and pink icing inside. it was so good. there were no calls from the neighbours, which is always a bonus.  we chilled out and watched some newport harbour when things started to die down. it was a good night for reals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_v9LVeV0I/AAAAAAAAASc/ZvPGrKGm7C0/s1600-h/n172000966_33885688_315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_v9LVeV0I/AAAAAAAAASc/ZvPGrKGm7C0/s320/n172000966_33885688_315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116071536010090306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_v9bVeV1I/AAAAAAAAASk/3zCsY0tmHL8/s1600-h/n172000966_33885694_2376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_v9bVeV1I/AAAAAAAAASk/3zCsY0tmHL8/s320/n172000966_33885694_2376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116071540305057618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_v9bVeV2I/AAAAAAAAASs/Rgb0Ay06ybs/s1600-h/n172000966_33885695_2678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_v9bVeV2I/AAAAAAAAASs/Rgb0Ay06ybs/s320/n172000966_33885695_2678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116071540305057634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_v-LVeV3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/DD4HmH2GUqA/s1600-h/n172000966_33885721_9993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_v-LVeV3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/DD4HmH2GUqA/s320/n172000966_33885721_9993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116071553189959538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_v-rVeV4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ww1HTVjWNe4/s1600-h/n172000966_33885724_1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_v-rVeV4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ww1HTVjWNe4/s320/n172000966_33885724_1085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116071561779894146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we woke up the next day, we decided that a trip to johnny g's was in order.  we were so hungry.  dee, shane, geoff, cam, chase, and i ventured around the corner to the small, but awesome little restaurant. our waiter actually made the breakfast so much more exciting. he talked so fast, and liked my shoes. hah. he was awesome. fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_zVbVeV6I/AAAAAAAAATM/lgtys6_Vbhc/s1600-h/n172000966_33886001_8737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_zVbVeV6I/AAAAAAAAATM/lgtys6_Vbhc/s200/n172000966_33886001_8737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116075251156801442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so saturday was nuit blanche, "white night", and dee and her friends all had like exhibits in it.  dee had a giant lite brite, it was so sweet. shanes grafitti wall was sweet too. and plinko was awesome, with rose as vanna white.  jimmy came to the tdot. and we wandered around the streets of toronto for like, 3 and a half hours.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_zVLVeV5I/AAAAAAAAATE/NZ-ytkI3rTk/s1600-h/n172000966_33886020_7753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_zVLVeV5I/AAAAAAAAATE/NZ-ytkI3rTk/s200/n172000966_33886020_7753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116075246861834130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we met up with john, and his mac friends, and also some random french people.  they were all pretty&lt;br /&gt;sweet. we found a few exhibits, including a portrayal of the last super, where they were serving serbian food.  couscous is apparently serbian. i wasnt aware.  we didnt stay to be in the dinner though. me and jimmy left john with his mac group, and walked back to lite brite.  as we walked around, we saw an exhibit with toilets, steaming toilets. art.  i also got a random street compliment from this guy, about my shoes. he made a good observation, saying that my shoes matched jimmys shirt. it was very random. when we met up with dee again, she introduced us to her friend jeff, who had the best necklace on ever.  gold guns on a gold chain, all courtesy of the dollar store, but spray painted and assembled by himself.  they were sweet. me and dee realized how similar we really are, when in describing the guns, we motioned the classic "gun show" pose with our arms.  tickets to the gun show. for reals. jimmy was a little creeped. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_2dLVeV-I/AAAAAAAAATs/rRIehQVpxhM/s1600-h/n172000966_33886018_7191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_2dLVeV-I/AAAAAAAAATs/rRIehQVpxhM/s400/n172000966_33886018_7191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116078682835671010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_1z7VeV7I/AAAAAAAAATU/OI1UK_64uFc/s1600-h/n172000966_33886007_2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_1z7VeV7I/AAAAAAAAATU/OI1UK_64uFc/s320/n172000966_33886007_2013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116077974166067122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so after, we met up with the parental unit, seeing as they were our ride home, but we made a quick stop at dee's so i could get my backpack.  i was so tired during the ride, im sure i sounded wasted. i had been walking around the tdot all day by myself, and hadnt sat down.  brutal.  but i was okay.  we talked about puffy pizza, and random bands, etc, in the car. i dont even remember what i was saying. i dont think i made any sense at all. i was just so tired. it was very good weekend in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_10LVeV8I/AAAAAAAAATc/vDmN78Rd45o/s1600-h/n172000966_33886012_4956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_10LVeV8I/AAAAAAAAATc/vDmN78Rd45o/s320/n172000966_33886012_4956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116077978461034434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_10bVeV9I/AAAAAAAAATk/xHcGlvsfzL0/s1600-h/n172000966_33886008_2916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_10bVeV9I/AAAAAAAAATk/xHcGlvsfzL0/s320/n172000966_33886008_2916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116077982756001746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got to sleep in. till noon. hah. not good. i watched 3 episodes of so you think you can dance, and i just get super sad when i think of it. i dont think im going to see them live anymore. tear:( it sucks. oh well, i just have super bad luck. whateva.  im off to tidy the kitchennn.  l8ter dayzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thanks for taking sweet pictures shane hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-1687340617695215004?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/1687340617695215004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=1687340617695215004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1687340617695215004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1687340617695215004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/09/white-knight-lite-bright.html' title='white knight, lite bright.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rv_v9LVeV0I/AAAAAAAAASc/ZvPGrKGm7C0/s72-c/n172000966_33885688_315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-5306648995931974237</id><published>2007-09-25T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:47:24.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hip, hop, the hip, the hippy to the hip hip hop you dont stop?</title><content type='html'>oh my god, today in math class charles made me laugh so bad, like it was crazy.  we had a supply teacher, and i never looked at his face when i waled in the room, so when i went to my desk to see charles there, he was drawing a picture.  "who are you drawing?" i looked at his picture, then up at the teacher. exact replica i swear. i thought the picture was some kind of joke. but no. it was his twin. it looked just like the teacher.  wow. he was so scary/funny looking. it was my good ol' laugh for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah well, today i went to a hip hop class for the first time in like 2 years. we did a slow jam. it was pretty fun, not gunna lie. although, i am super uncoordinated right now.  its like my rhythm is missing, and i need to find it haha. i'm sure i'll get it back.  i really enjoyed it, i miss it a lot. im going to give it some serious thought.  any suggestions on what i should do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later daysss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-5306648995931974237?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/5306648995931974237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=5306648995931974237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/5306648995931974237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/5306648995931974237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/09/hip-hop-hip-hippy-to-hip-hip-hop-you.html' title='hip, hop, the hip, the hippy to the hip hip hop you dont stop?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-9105303693421804129</id><published>2007-09-22T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:56:18.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all you need is love.</title><content type='html'>yesterday across the universe came to ancaster, and how excited was i to see it?! super excited. i'd been looking forward to this movie all summer, and it was definitely worth the wait. for reals.  the newspaper gave it 4 out of 4 stars, and no movie ever gets that. like ever.  it was so so so so so good. amazing. visually appealing, awesome cast, good singing. amazing.  jimmy came along, and we both agreed that it was worthy of top 5 status. definitely. top 5 of all time.  i dont even know what can top it right now.  julie taymor is pretty genius.  yeah, i cant even describe how good it was. like i got chills. classic beatles songs, the music said more than words could say alone.  it is definitely a must see. epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvVW7rVeVuI/AAAAAAAAARs/DiV_tX4WVbU/s1600-h/_11698781324327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvVW7rVeVuI/AAAAAAAAARs/DiV_tX4WVbU/s200/_11698781324327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113088535194130146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-9105303693421804129?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/9105303693421804129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=9105303693421804129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/9105303693421804129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/9105303693421804129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='all you need is love.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvVW7rVeVuI/AAAAAAAAARs/DiV_tX4WVbU/s72-c/_11698781324327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-3747507786807504216</id><published>2007-09-20T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:10:23.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>party hardy, dance dance.  the special yellow volleyball.</title><content type='html'>alright, this party happened like so long ago, but i felt the need to write about it anyways.  so, ashleys house on a saturday night. more people were there than i expected - rob, kyle, angelica, kasia, zoop, angelika, catherine, jutay, matt, zettle, spencer, and i made jimmy come too.  haha. it was a pretty fun night. me and jimmy basically laughed at everyone else, and their funny party antics. especially zoop. she was the highlight of my night for sure.  so she decides to tell us a story, about this yellow beachball with a happy face.  her brother "lost it in the water at this slovanian camp, with a dj.  and it was pitch black outside, except for the spot where the dj was." so she is telling this story, and it lasted a half hour.  it would have been more if we didnt run down to the computer.  she didnt even finish - in a half hourr!  on the way home, she gave us a celebrity tour in the car ride to her house.  it was very entertaining. it was a good night. i enjoyed it, and i laughed like so much. for reals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvMworVeVqI/AAAAAAAAARM/eBtq8muL4Pk/s1600-h/n609575334_1242465_1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvMworVeVqI/AAAAAAAAARM/eBtq8muL4Pk/s200/n609575334_1242465_1045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112483477381338786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvMworVeVrI/AAAAAAAAARU/PhrIIIasWzU/s1600-h/n609575334_1242472_2767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvMworVeVrI/AAAAAAAAARU/PhrIIIasWzU/s200/n609575334_1242472_2767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112483477381338802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvMwo7VeVsI/AAAAAAAAARc/IITjEHmi3wg/s1600-h/n609575334_1242473_3018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvMwo7VeVsI/AAAAAAAAARc/IITjEHmi3wg/s200/n609575334_1242473_3018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112483481676306114" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvMwprVeVtI/AAAAAAAAARk/dKfofN7EHv4/s1600-h/n609575334_1242457_70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvMwprVeVtI/AAAAAAAAARk/dKfofN7EHv4/s200/n609575334_1242457_70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112483494561208018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had fun, haha, i stole these from angelica. hope she doesnt mind. and i liked what was on tv in that last picture. that completes the photo for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so top model premiered yesterday (favourites = victoria, jenah, kimberly, heather), and gossip girl on tuesday. it was a jam packed week.  i had volleyball tryouts too. im super nervous, but calm at the same time.  i hope i make it again! wish me luck, ive got 2 more. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rush concert is on saturday, im pretty stoked for that! woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then next week is fun times at deedee's, and nuit blanche ft. her, and friends. im super excited for that.  these next couple of weeks are looking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;across the universe comes out tomorrow in theatres closer than toronto! i wanna see it real bad. hopefully i gooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-3747507786807504216?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/3747507786807504216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=3747507786807504216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/3747507786807504216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/3747507786807504216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/09/alright-this-party-happened-like-so.html' title='party hardy, dance dance.  the special yellow volleyball.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RvMworVeVqI/AAAAAAAAARM/eBtq8muL4Pk/s72-c/n609575334_1242465_1045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-9148574245785139604</id><published>2007-09-12T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:36:33.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i drew a  line for you, and it was all yellow</title><content type='html'>i drew a picture. just to see if i could. check it out. i hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ruih4lPD11I/AAAAAAAAARE/wgcAyHlGgwU/s1600-h/File0007b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ruih4lPD11I/AAAAAAAAARE/wgcAyHlGgwU/s320/File0007b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109511770691852114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't written in a while. nothing interesting happens while im at school. i havent been able to leave! its only the second week, and im staying after school almost every day. coaching volleyball, yearbook club, creative club etc. etc. we'll see how it goess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. the new yearbook with have a "Beatles" theme. if anyone has any ideas, lemme know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-9148574245785139604?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/9148574245785139604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=9148574245785139604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/9148574245785139604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/9148574245785139604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-drew-line-for-you-and-it-was-all.html' title='i drew a  line for you, and it was all yellow'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ruih4lPD11I/AAAAAAAAARE/wgcAyHlGgwU/s72-c/File0007b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-2548845681225887320</id><published>2007-09-05T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:32:51.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>triple dubbs! take a ride on the soap slide</title><content type='html'>well this is a little delayed, seeing as this happened on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. and it is now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, but still. it was my last day at work, and i was so stoked for it to be done. but to end the summer with a bang, all of us triple dubs employees decided to put soap down the body slides, and go for a ride.  its a tradition at the workplace i believe.  it was super fun. you zoom down the slides, and land in a pool full of suds. it gets in your eyes, and all over you, but it is so amazing. so i went down once by myself, and then with trains of people. us support staffers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;david&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kirsten&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;daryl&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;leigh&lt;/span&gt;, and i, all connected and zipped down the slide. seriously. so fast at the last stretch. crazy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;.  after that i ended up hooking on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jen&lt;/span&gt;, but at the end of the slide we bashed heads. it hurt so bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tarras&lt;/span&gt; idea to go right after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt;. and we all just slammed into each other in the massive suds pile. but it was still fun. .. to wash off, we all jumped into the wave pool and swam around for a bit.  there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; eat seeing as i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; eat hamburgers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hotdogs&lt;/span&gt;, and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have veggie products.  oh well, i had a nature burger when i got home.  thanks for a great summer triple dubs! the people were amazing. not much to say about the job. specially cleaning bathrooms.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; some pictures from the great event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YA7QR00I/AAAAAAAAAQE/hNbkKKwFvsY/s1600-h/n509529691_220196_3226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YA7QR00I/AAAAAAAAAQE/hNbkKKwFvsY/s320/n509529691_220196_3226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106897275390645058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YBLQR01I/AAAAAAAAAQM/sXbdVIhNXwQ/s1600-h/n509529691_220201_4678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YBLQR01I/AAAAAAAAAQM/sXbdVIhNXwQ/s320/n509529691_220201_4678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106897279685612370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YBrQR02I/AAAAAAAAAQU/6BhJiSYrBnI/s1600-h/n509529691_220204_5507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YBrQR02I/AAAAAAAAAQU/6BhJiSYrBnI/s320/n509529691_220204_5507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106897288275546978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YB7QR03I/AAAAAAAAAQc/NXoXeNU-06Q/s1600-h/n509529691_220212_7793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YB7QR03I/AAAAAAAAAQc/NXoXeNU-06Q/s320/n509529691_220212_7793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106897292570514290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YCLQR04I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Zp1uG4_0Z5g/s1600-h/n509529691_220213_8076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YCLQR04I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Zp1uG4_0Z5g/s320/n509529691_220213_8076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106897296865481602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YWrQR05I/AAAAAAAAAQs/yp6arI7lnLQ/s1600-h/n509529691_220214_8371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YWrQR05I/AAAAAAAAAQs/yp6arI7lnLQ/s320/n509529691_220214_8371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106897649052799890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-2548845681225887320?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/2548845681225887320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=2548845681225887320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/2548845681225887320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/2548845681225887320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/09/triple-dubbs-take-ride-on-soap-slide.html' title='triple dubbs! take a ride on the soap slide'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Rt9YA7QR00I/AAAAAAAAAQE/hNbkKKwFvsY/s72-c/n509529691_220196_3226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-1825900325230272998</id><published>2007-09-02T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:14:22.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll go around the world in a day.</title><content type='html'>friday was dianas moving in day. to the tdot we go. so we helped her unpack, and i put together her desk. it was so hot. i was like dying in pants. bad idea.  so we set up her room, and when we were done, swapped outfits, and hit the street. mom, dee, and 1 walked around town, shopping away, as my dad fixed up dee's house.  first stop american apparel.  i was sad when they didnt have my size in the purple flex fleece hoodie. disappointing.  next stop, forever 21, where i snagged this awesome pair of jeans. kind of high waist, wide leg. i love them. and for 50 bucks, i wouldnt say thats too bad.  then we hit up h&amp;m. i got the sweetest mittens ever. i cant wait for winter, just so i can wear them.  they are so warm. and amazing. pretty much.  we ate some street meat, or street "not-meat" i should say. it was delicious. we walked through the eaton centre, checked out zara and such. not too much. we also went to paris, vegas and the red carpet in a matter of ten minutess. impressive no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RttKBLQR0wI/AAAAAAAAAPk/p5TXZNGfUDM/s1600-h/File0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RttKBLQR0wI/AAAAAAAAAPk/p5TXZNGfUDM/s200/File0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105755986615980802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RttKBLQR0xI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ARa7linBZQM/s1600-h/File0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RttKBLQR0xI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ARa7linBZQM/s200/File0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105755986615980818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RttKBbQR0yI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8tSuo_EPSdM/s1600-h/File0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RttKBbQR0yI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8tSuo_EPSdM/s200/File0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105755990910948130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the trip, we ventured to queen street. dee was looking for sweet shoes, and i wanted to go to the other american apparel to find my hoodie. we never made it that far. although, dee bought a pretty awesome pair of shoes. i defs wanna share with her so bad. they have velvet. come one. what is better than shoes with velvet? amaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RttLd7QR0zI/AAAAAAAAAP8/384NRI6koFc/s1600-h/Photo+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RttLd7QR0zI/AAAAAAAAAP8/384NRI6koFc/s200/Photo+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105757580048847666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f'realz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so mummy started to get hungry, as did dee and myself. we left to meet my dad at the pickle barrel. i was looking forward to this meal all week. and it was definitely worth the wait. mmmmmm. angel hair pasta with jumbo shrimp and crab, with julienned vegetables, and a white wine alfredo sauce. are you salivating yet? mouthwatering. the meal was awesome, but it came to an end and we had to say goodbye to dianaaa.  im gunna be so lonely this year. but we'll chat it up on the interweb. friday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday i sat in the tubes building at work all day, and we blew up tubes. "i wonder how much air it takes for it to explode?" i was dumb enough to ask. so we did it. we used the air pump, and let it rip until one single tube, and one double tube exploded. making the loudest bangs ever. it was actually hilarious. i loved it. after work i went to the dairy with jimmy. mint chocolate chip soo good. we sat at eastdale for a bit too. chilled. it was fun. minus a surprise appearance from the one and only cg. woo. man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today (sunday) i had to be a cashier in ice cream. it got so busy, i was soo nervous.  i didnt want to screw up. i'm a wreck. i was at work from 7 in the morning until 530. so tireeddddd. but in the end, i didnt screw up my till. so that was a bonus. woohoo. tomorrow is my last day and im super stoked, only im not looking forward to school. i hate homework. where did the summer go? i wish i knew. well. im going to go look for it. later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-1825900325230272998?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/1825900325230272998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=1825900325230272998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1825900325230272998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1825900325230272998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-go-around-world-in-day.html' title='we&apos;ll go around the world in a day.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RttKBLQR0wI/AAAAAAAAAPk/p5TXZNGfUDM/s72-c/File0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-8398551506901746403</id><published>2007-08-30T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:52:56.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>triple dubs 2007, what what! bust a move</title><content type='html'>alright so tuesday was the year end party for work. triple dubs 2007! (wild waterworks, in case you didnt get the triple dubs thing), and it was super fun.  2 people got kicked out like right off the bat, friggen puked everywhere cuz he was so gone. i dont think i have ever laughed so much in my life. oh my god. kurt is hilarious, he fell right on his ass, and ended sitting straight up. very graceful i'd say. so he pulls me on the dance floor with him, and he was so crazy. i've never seen anyones legs move like that before haha. he kept twirling me, and i was so dizzy. then he decided to dip me, and i almost died. i thought i was going to crack my head open. wow. it was intense.  we also did some competitive dancing against james and andrea. haha, mah lifeeeeeeee. and we obviously won, thanks in part to kurts velvet tux and ruffles. thats right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RtdohrQR0hI/AAAAAAAAANs/-PQqHm1NT_M/s1600-h/n557275246_1096263_7513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RtdohrQR0hI/AAAAAAAAANs/-PQqHm1NT_M/s200/n557275246_1096263_7513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104663630403719698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RtdzTbQR0vI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KKQ8b0d3mh0/s1600-h/n557275246_1096251_3471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RtdzTbQR0vI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KKQ8b0d3mh0/s200/n557275246_1096251_3471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104675480218489586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody looked smashing. good timesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow = t.dot with the fam jam, shopping and such. hittin' up the pickle barrel for din din. mm that pasta with crab and shrimp and veggies, salivating. mmmm. im excited. deedee moves back tomorrow, i dont know what i am going to do with myself. its going to suck. i wont see her till thanksgiving probably. boo-urns. anywhoo, i wish i was watching home alone right now haha. "kevin, you're what the french call, les incompetentes" bahaha. best line. ever. well. im off. later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-8398551506901746403?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/8398551506901746403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=8398551506901746403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/8398551506901746403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/8398551506901746403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/08/triple-dubs-2007-what-what-bust-move.html' title='triple dubs 2007, what what! bust a move'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RtdohrQR0hI/AAAAAAAAANs/-PQqHm1NT_M/s72-c/n557275246_1096263_7513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-7340431529985802411</id><published>2007-08-26T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:36:22.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a run by fruitingg, with some wendy on demand of course.</title><content type='html'>thursday i chilled out with the parentals, and watched mrs. doubtfire (well, mom only watched the back of her eyelids). good ol' family fun. i never realized how funny this movie was. it made me pee my pants i swear. so funny. i can do a great impression of a hotdog:) thats right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i worked till 6:30 and then ventured off to the peach festival with dave and john. ran into so many people there. saw kasia, angelica, carol, jutay, zoop, erica, mattgravina, and nat, and even dee and her friends, etc, etc. it was good to see everyone i suppose. we got peach sundaes. so good. the peaches were like fizzy. carbonated even, weird. its the peach fest sundae secret. for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RtI4Z7QR0fI/AAAAAAAAANc/zvt2u3xPu9M/s1600-h/n501015419_432292_3807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RtI4Z7QR0fI/AAAAAAAAANc/zvt2u3xPu9M/s200/n501015419_432292_3807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103203345818046962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday the familia was of to the crechiolas, and we expected nothing less than an amazing meal. seriously, wendy makes food for an army. its pretty exciting every time we go there. so much food. not even funny.  shrimp, and salads, and potatoes, and bruschetta, and spanicopita (however you spell it) amazing. ribs and pork for everyone else too. our baby girl marissa bought all us kids the cutest little halloween plush toys. adorable. we ate marianna's crepes for dessert. oh my god. so good. wow. and that was the first time i'd seen steven like all summer.  it was a beautiful family affair.  we also suggested wendy start a business to cater food to students. i think it would be very successful. everybody watch out for "wendy on demand" coming to a cafeteria near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday = work, then more family affairs. cristinas birthday. sweet 16. woo. i wasnt there long, but i ate lots of food, including the most tasty humus. so good. for real. a major sad thing  happened though. their poor doggy blazer wasnt doing to well. heat stroke. and if anyone has read to kill a mockingbird, if you remember the part when the old dog limps down the street, tim johnson i think the dogs name is, well that scene came to life tonight for me. instead the dog ended up catching its breath, and is fine now. thank god. so hope you are alright blazer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-7340431529985802411?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/7340431529985802411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=7340431529985802411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-9058732023462209740</id><published>2007-08-20T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:03:14.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what's that? it's an elephant bat!</title><content type='html'>at last, friday gave us the premiere of high school musical 2, a movie we have been awaiting for the past year. and dont say you havent see it, you know you love it.  jimmy, kasia, kristen, and ashgee, jordan, mack, and stephen all came over for this special night. we hung out, and counted down to 8 o clock. kasia was the most excited, ive never seen anyone so hyper over a movie, she even brought her blue sparkly sweater, an ode to high school musical 1. finally, the time came, a family channel special event, here we go.  so the movie starts with everyone in class, counting down to summer, when they will all end up working together at a country club, and participating in a massive talent show. super predictable, and not so good. but we all knew what to expect.  songs werent as catchy as the first either. but we still watched the entire thing. yeah. so after that we decided to go to the park. it was so windy wow. and like cold for a summer night.  we raced each other to get swings, and then took a few pictures (which are on kasias broken computer) so i'll post them eventually. after about 7 minutes, we headed home to be greeted by pizza. mmmm. august 17th is pizza at 11 oclock day, but we were a little early. hungry teenagers. everyone left by midnight, since i had to work the next morning. 7 am, clean washrooms. wooo. i did it all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday we had a family bbq. so much foood. this summer is going to make me fat. the food was soo good, and it was a pretty fun night. me and diana found our calling as djs, all we need is a good name.  we made an awesome mix for the dream big fashion show, which is slowly approaching. i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday i worked again, and my mom and dad were off to the t.dot.  my mom got to deliver the ball to a bluejays game.  woo go mom! after work, me and dee just sat around, nothing interesting, and when the parental unit came home, we decided to watch a movie. we picked out fracture, since my sister was sold on the movie trailer. i dont recommend fracture at all, it put me to sleep, for real. i think i fell asleep in the first like 45 minutes? but it wasnt good. only dee and my mom stayed up to watch the end, when i woke up there were sighs of disappointment. i wanted to rent the painted veil, but nooo. oh well. win some you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am chilling at home, glad im not a work on this rather chilly summer day. im sure there would be a crowd of about 5 people in the wavepool today. pretty busy i'd say. well tonight brings a soccer game, and some volleyball training, along with an episode of the hills. i wonder how lauren will disappoint me this week? guess i'll find outt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heres some random pictures from dee's mac photobooth. hahaha. i found them and i almost died. i think they are so funny, hopefully you can enjoy them too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RsnINsqNHYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/MeuFQbgVcxk/s1600-h/Photo+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RsnINsqNHYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/MeuFQbgVcxk/s200/Photo+85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100828190625832322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RsnINsqNHaI/AAAAAAAAANM/EcJQEqPyNL8/s1600-h/Photo+97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RsnINsqNHaI/AAAAAAAAANM/EcJQEqPyNL8/s200/Photo+97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100828190625832354" 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RsnINMqNHWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7PDIY01diKA/s1600-h/Photo+69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RsnINMqNHWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7PDIY01diKA/s200/Photo+69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100828182035897698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-9058732023462209740?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/9058732023462209740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=9058732023462209740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/9058732023462209740'/><link rel='self' 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rain.</title><content type='html'>well today i started at 12 noon, and i dont think i like this shift at all.  i enjoyed the sleep in part, but i hated the staying later part. i had to clean 5 barbecues today by myself. it took 10 minutes just to move the huge bbq to the hose. haha wow. it sucked. so yeah, nothing happened today really. but i have this massive mosquito bite on my thigh, and it is 7 cm across. and for a bite, thats huge. its like giant. i have never seen anything this big before. HUGE i tell you. yes, sad that a bug bite is the most exciting thing in my life right now. whatevaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yearbook meeting tomorrow, i need to make the end page. the big bang page. the sha-baam page. yeah. it's all me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-8194958787843065519?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/8194958787843065519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=8194958787843065519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/8194958787843065519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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videos were so messed up, and one gave me a headache. there was a sweet animated one though. best one of the night for sure. but before this all took place, charles came by, and we made our own pizzas. from scratch mann!  they were super good. we wanted to take pictures of them, but the camera had low battery. poo. our pizzas had massive bubbles when they were baking. mine was so big, it looked like a pizza hat. it was so funny. we died. after food, i finished makeup, and charles measured me for my own lu original. its going to be amazing. so stoked.  anywho, that was the last of the events at home, then came photophobia. we tried to find a safe parking spot for like 20 minutes, and then finally ended where we started, and it worked out fine. i got to  wear my new shoes, and i love them. we saw everyone there too, so it made the night better, since the videos werent all that good. penich was there, john, and carly and alyson were there, and dave and rob came too. my sister drove me and charles. it was good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, this video, made by my one and only sister, probably would have  beat out every other one at the festival. i love it. dee ft. shane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nyc9owz80DY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nyc9owz80DY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-277948390034459940?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/277948390034459940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-2420555327078105916</id><published>2007-08-08T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:48:33.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood</title><content type='html'>soo hot today. wow. i woke  up, watched some regis and kelly, ellen, and then some of fashionista diaries, but it was pretty boring.  i got ready to head to school to meet with the yearbook editors, and teacher advisers. we had a pretty good meeting, i didnt really do much. i ate a veggie sub:) it was super good. mmm 12 inches of veggie goodness. plus sub sauce. when i got home i watched a couple episodes of the hills with my sisterr, who of course couldn't resist. thanks for getting me hooked dee. i swear, this show is like a drug. wow. and lauren is so stupid for not going to paris. puh-lease. like anyone else would chose paris over your scum boyfriend. ew. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had volleyball training tonight, and it was so hard. wow we did so much ab work. so intense. and my bum is going to hurt so bad tomorrow. ew. i have to work at 7. anyways, the rest of tonight was good. so you think you can dance was very good tonight. the dances actually had some new and exciting choreography. finally. the dancers are so good, so the dances need to be even better. but they were finally like really good. i was super happy. i'm going to be sad when someone goes home. aw i love them. specially pashaa. from russia. yeah. i'll just have to wait and see what happens when america votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super stoked for tomorrow. photophobia with the whole yearbook/creative club gang, plus my sister and my awesome new shoes. its going to be awesome. im so excited. but im not excited to work at 7. so i better head up to bed. later days, mon amis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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neighbourhood'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-668052941907325092</id><published>2007-08-06T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:54:17.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>days of THUNDER!</title><content type='html'>alright. today was pretty jam packed. i got to sleep in until like 11 today, it was so good. i love sleeep. so my original plans were to head to my place of work with my sister, and cousin, and have a nice day at the pool.  danielle was all like "it's cold outt, i dont fell like swimming" meanwhile, it was so hott. so me and dee, and mum, decided to raid our uncles backyard, and use the pool.  we called to let them know we were coming, but no one was home. we swam anyways.  we had a couple visitors too.  a guy from my uncle's workplace came by, and then friends of our uncle came dropped in for a swim. they didnt expect anyone to be there, but we all talked and stuff, so it was good.  i enjoyed it, although i dont think i got any colour from the sun at all. bummmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after swimming, i watched 2 episodes of the hills, and i cant believe i actually liked it. so glamourous. i only have 9 hours of hills episodes to get through until im ready for season 3, premiering monday on mtv. woo. i wish i interned for teen vogue. if anyone who has any connections to any fashion magazine reads this, hook me up. i love fashion and music and magazines and reading. yep.  anyways, after the hills i had a little power nap, and dinner was ready when i woke up.  i ate a veggie dog, and it was actually very satisfying. mmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, soccer timeee.  i could go on and on about my soccer team that never shows up. we had to forfeit today because we were short one player. we need 7 to play, but only had six, yet we have about 14 people on our team. yeah, no one ever comes. i was pretty upset that i went for nothing.  it sucked badd. the rest of the night ended up being super fun though.  i headed to katarinas with kristen zoop.  we tried to play volleyball at the park with this super crap-tacular volleyball (sorry kat) but it was so mental.  it was way to light, and the wind kept taking it away. haha i was brutal, and we looked like major idiots. we seriously needed this captured on camera. then we went on the jungle gym and acted like major 6 year olds. we went on the monkey bars, and down the slides, which was so fun. i tried to walk up the slide while zoop slid under my legs.  we are so talented. i knoww. we laughed so hard tonight. it was so awesome. we also attempted to play tennis, but we kept hitting the ball on to the other people's court. we felt so bad, but we were terrible. and to make it even better, we played with flip flops on. perfect. katarinas sister came to tell us that it was almost nine, which meant hells kitchen season finale part one was on. woohoo, i was so excited. i want bonnie to win soo bad. go bonnieee! we watched superstar hair challenge after which was pretty good. then it was time to call the parental unit for a ride home.  we sat outside to wait for our cars, and that was the end of that. the night turned out well, i enjoyed it very much. i think im off to bed now, but i dont have to work till 12 tomorrow (yay sleeping in!). well, later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-668052941907325092?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/668052941907325092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-6296185555434827320</id><published>2007-08-05T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:29:22.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so long macaulay culkin, i really missed you tonight!</title><content type='html'>well tonight was actually a good night. i stayed at work for like 45 minutes to swim when i was done my shift, and it was alright. even though i was like dying in the water. hahaa. i hate waves.  when i got home, i ate some yummy leftovers - sooo goooodd. yeah for real.  then i went online to see what everyone else was doingg. jimmy said he wanted to get some ice cream real bad, so i decided that ice cream would be pretty awesome. we met at our school, and then walked over to the dairy. mmmm ice cream is very delicious. i got cookie dough, and jimmy got "star sherbet" wooo. there were little stars in it, and pop rocks, and it made his teeth kind of blue, but he seemed to enjoy it. after we finished (well i finished, cuz im so slow), we walked around some more. we searched a bit for AP magazine, but like nothing was open, and the stores that were, didn't have it. so that was unsuccessful. jimmy said he wanted to see eastdale park, since he'd heard many stories about the infamous park. but really, its not special at all.  so we arrived at the park, and there were little youngins playing on the swings, which we wanted to sit on. so we eagerly waited on the jungle gym, and the young ones ran home.  we sat on the swings and talked for the rest of the night. it started to mist outside, it was better than pouring rain.  once it started getting a little wet outside, we headed here, to my house, and jimmy's dad picked him up. i didnt want to make him walk home in the crappy weather. so that was my night, it was pretty good. super chill. anywayss, later days!&lt;div 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tonight!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-3854845949293702058</id><published>2007-08-03T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:27:37.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>heatwaveeeeeee</title><content type='html'>yesterday i headed to the school to talk with penich about our upcoming fashion/music/art event. we figured out some stuff for our shirts, and sent out letter in the mail. it was pretty productive. after that i biked over to adriennes house for a swim. her pool is so pretty, and i havent seen her in a while. jess was there too, so it was awesome. adrienne had a pretty mean scab on her knee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-1377868579705553410</id><published>2007-08-01T22:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:52:30.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sock monkey vs. bitchin' it up - part II: backyard parteh!</title><content type='html'>well today i went to johns house and we had a sweet photoshoot. i was so prepared, and had a backpack full of stuff, and like a huge makeup bag, but we hardly used anything. i was able to snag a sweet old sequin armor suit from john hah. i rocked it. dave is amazing, the pictures turned out awesomee. wow. im very content. here they areeee.  and, do you notice anything different about mee??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RrFSbSH494I/AAAAAAAAALk/jMlgcjL5xx4/s1600-h/IMG_6943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1377868579705553410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/08/sock-monkey-vs-bitchin-it-up-part-ii.html' title='sock monkey vs. bitchin&apos; it up - part II: backyard parteh!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RrFSbSH494I/AAAAAAAAALk/jMlgcjL5xx4/s72-c/IMG_6943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-379667255624151917</id><published>2007-08-01T00:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:41:47.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday night fever</title><content type='html'>here are a few pictures from our starbucks adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RrAOdCH49ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/gGIRHGQWbfk/s1600-h/DSC07291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RrAOdCH49ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/gGIRHGQWbfk/s200/DSC07291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093587070504990098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RrAOcSH49WI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RT1feOh9xME/s1600-h/DSC07287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RrAOcSH49WI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RT1feOh9xME/s200/DSC07287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093587057620088162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-night-fever.html' title='sunday night fever'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RrAOdCH49ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/gGIRHGQWbfk/s72-c/DSC07291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-3458575796801537756</id><published>2007-07-30T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:43:45.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sock monkey vs. bitchin' it up: the stars are out tonight</title><content type='html'>work yesterday was pretty brutal. it was so so so so busy, maybe even busier than fortinos day, and that was crazy.  i was at the front helping put wristbands on people for entry into the park. i hate the wristbands, way too time consuming. and there was so many foreign people who didnt understand what i was trying to do, and it was very frustrating.  one family tried to sneak their 2 kids in the pool, who were clearly not eligible to get in free since they were way older than 3,  but yeah, they tried to convince us that they didnt need to pay. yeah well, sorry ma'am, your kids are not 3. work lunch was pretty sweet though.  i was helping the pavilions, and to my surprise, they were having licks cater the whole thing. woohoo. i had 2 nature burgers, yes 2, because im a tank like that. hah. i just eat like im a fatty. but they were soo good. and i was soo hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night was so fun. best night i've had in a long long time.  me and john decided that we should go out to starbucks since we were both bored and had nothing to do.  thank god we both turned our boredom into a sweet time.  it took us a while to find people to go with, so i ended up inviting my friend jimmy. he's pretty sweet. john got there first, and i rode my bike down. i met up with him and then we ordered our drinks as we waited for jimmy. green tea lemonadeee&lt;3. starbucks. we saw a couple of johns friends, or acquaintances.  and then we saw carly, and her friends megan and christi, and another girl.  carly told us that charles was walking up this way, and i was super excited. i love charles. as we were going to shoppers to purchase the newest issue of nylon, charles came walking by with derron and carley. they're all pretty sweet. so we talked for a bit, then bought my magazine. after shoppers, dave called john, and he ended up meeting us too with cristina - who has my pictures from this expedition, but is super slow - and so we were greeted by a white van and super loud honks. man it scared me hah.  then cristina spotted sam and melanie, and had a hay day with the steering wheel. she honked at them like crazy from the parking lot. they told us about a fight at st. clare, but we didnt really care. so they went to check it out. they left, and we continued to talk. then jimmy's dad came to pick him up, so we said byee. about 45 minutes later, me and john decided to bike home, being the gentleman that he is, he rode me home because it was dark haha.  on the way home, we saw christina bell and her friend from work, they were coming home from a bowling party. i love herr.  i showed john how to get out of my survey, and we said goodbye for the night.  i loved the whole night. it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister came home today, so i was so happy to see her after work. she bought be my shoess! blue reebok freestyles baby. i was so stoked. it was definitely so good to see her, and my shoes :) very nice to come home to, after you had to clean the nasty work bathroom. ew. but shoes always make me happy. woooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photoshoot coming up this week at daves, and tomorrow...I GET THESE TRAIN TRACKS OFF MY TEETH!! woohoo. never have i had a week that would bring me so much joy. wow. this is great. pictures will definitely be posted later. from the photoshoot, and starbucks. cristina is just a little slow with the sending process. well, later days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, today at work i saw ashley leggat (casey from life with derek) hah local celebrity! be jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-3458575796801537756?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/3458575796801537756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=3458575796801537756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;In the forests of the night, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;What immortal hand or eye &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Could frame thy fearful symmetry? &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;In what distant deeps or skies &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Burnt the fire of thine eyes? &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;On what wings dare he aspire? &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;What the hand dare sieze the fire? &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And what shoulder, &amp; what art, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Could twist the sinews of thy heart? &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And when thy heart began to beat, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;What dread hand? &amp;amp; what dread feet? &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;What the hammer? what the chain? &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;In what furnace was thy brain? &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;What the anvil? what dread grasp &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Dare its deadly terrors clasp? &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;When the stars threw down their spears, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And water'd heaven with their tears, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Did he smile his work to see? &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Did he who made the Lamb make thee?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;- William Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful. the dangerous lives of altar boys is a great movie. and that is a lovely poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-5570672688067915525?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/5570672688067915525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=5570672688067915525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/5570672688067915525'/><link rel='self' 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around the cloud to rain on my parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the lovely words of bobby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;darin&lt;/span&gt; came to mind today as the rain poured down as i was leaving work. i asked, "why couldn't it have rained at 8 o'clock, i could have been home by now?!"  yeah, it rained pretty hard, like cats and dogs. it was like a cloud up-chucking, yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what it was like. and the rain is never complete without thunder and lightning. no way.  but the storm was pretty calming in a way, i love watching a good storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today at work was pretty hilarious. i basically stayed in the tube building all day, and did a couple of tray runs, and about 20 minutes of pick-sticking all day. we had some sweet conversations, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; quite remember them, although, i remember them being really funny. me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt; talked about dance for like an hour. oh the politics.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; thinking of taking some sweet hip hop classes next year, anyone know of a good place in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hamilton&lt;/span&gt; area? if so, leave me a comment. word up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anywhoo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kristen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;perkin&lt;/span&gt; is coming over tonight, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; stoked. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; seen her since end of school. actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a lie, i saw her at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;zoops&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;angelicas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;, or both, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it. that was like in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt;. whatever. shes sweet, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; excited. we'll probably watch the dangerous lives of alter boys, which is a sweet movie. i suggest you rent or purchase this movie. its for your own good. do it!&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; out. later days!&lt;div 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parade!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-8580183893430145763</id><published>2007-07-24T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:35:14.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the final countdownnnnnnnnn.</title><content type='html'>alright, countdown begins. the top braces come off in a week today. i get my new teeth! i am soooooooo happy, and stoked and excited. wow. 1 week baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-8580183893430145763?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-4395354044090295117</id><published>2007-07-23T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:52:38.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hang in there, it's an eight hour work day</title><content type='html'>well today work was pretty darn awesome.  everyone went camping yesterday, well most people, and this morning at work everyone was sooooooooo hung over. its was the funniest morning.  complete with tube races, tube room naps, and kurt talking with a british accent, it may have been the funniest day by far.  i even got picked up and thrown into the tubes myself. and i have to admit, it was kind of fun. the tubes were so comfy. so today, i did nothing much at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an orthodontist appointment tomorrow!! i get my top impressions which means the tops are going to come off soooon! woohoo once and for all. and i get my teeth all perfect and such. wow. i am the most excited person ever. except i hate impressions. so so so much. i need to pray man. wow i always gag like a big loser. i have to do it so good. i have to breatheeeeeeeeeeee. i'll be too excited. for sure. yeah. well. later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-4395354044090295117?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/4395354044090295117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=4395354044090295117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/4395354044090295117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(kind of pathetic, but true).  so anyways, my sister was doing a photo shoot today for circuit for the blackout, and she asked me to tag along for some help.  we went to a bunch of random places, including a variety store, some train tracks, and some abandoned old shack. the picture i saw looked pretty good, so the results should be pretty sweet.  the band seemed pretty happy.  then my sister got me a strawberry sundae at McDonald's and it was so so good. mmmmmmmmmmmmm.  anyways, later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-8041095690774675633?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/8041095690774675633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=8041095690774675633' 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sh-sh-sh-sherkstonnnn shores.</title><content type='html'>alright, so on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; i went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sherkston&lt;/span&gt;, and stayed till today (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;).  i went up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stephen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;danielle&lt;/span&gt;. we sang like a choir in the car on the way there, rocking out to our guilty pleasure bands. when we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt; we were greeted by the rain, and some great food. salmon for me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt;, and sausage for everyone else, along with some amazing potatoes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;greek&lt;/span&gt; salad, and corn on the cob. divine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; favourite little girl was cute as ever, as she was super excited to see all of us "older kids" walk through the screen door.&lt;br /&gt;the next day, we headed to the beach, and desperately waited for the sun to come out. by 1 o'clock, the sun was shining bright, and we were all getting the tans we were longing for.  i wore my awesome gold bathing suit; stellar for sure. i got a sun burn too. but its not too bad. dinner that night was salmon for me - again- and steak for everyone else. we also had shrimp, grilled veggies, and salad complete with feta cheese.  the salmon i ate was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; so so good. maybe the best salmon i have ever had. thanks mom:)  after dinner, we chilled out, tried to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;talladega&lt;/span&gt; nights, and then had a bonfire. me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;james&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stephen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;monica&lt;/span&gt; went to the store to buy some marshmallows, and then searched the fields for some perfect roasting sticks.  roasted marshmallows are so good. wow. after the fire, we went to bed. woke up this morning to some more grey clouds, and eventually rain. since me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;stephen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;monica&lt;/span&gt; we going to today, we wanted one last venture to the beach. it warmed up a bit. me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;babygirl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;marissa&lt;/span&gt; ran eagerly into the waves of lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;erie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;woooo&lt;/span&gt;. her little shoes kept falling off as she was getting splashed in the face with the waves. we jumped around in the water for a bit, then we all relaxed, and sat on the sand.  we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have faith in the sun today, so we just decided to head back to our trailers.  after that, we freshened up, and ate some burgers (veggie for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;) before we headed on to the highways.  uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; took the liberties of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt; us home, and i fell asleep in the van within 10 minutes. so overall, my 2 days at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sherkston&lt;/span&gt; were pretty good. and i came back with a sweet tan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;tonight me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;panzerotti&lt;/span&gt;, it was pretty good. and now so you think you can dance is on. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ima&lt;/span&gt; head down stairs and watch it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;sooooon&lt;/span&gt;.  later days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RqADI7gynLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ywYWp15T5DM/s1600-h/DSC06406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RqADI7gynLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ywYWp15T5DM/s200/DSC06406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089071030877723826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RqAFVrgynNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wHomefltYeQ/s1600-h/DSC06418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: 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yeah, everyone knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was going to win &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;canadas&lt;/span&gt; next top model too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-8703864544099044252?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/8703864544099044252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=8703864544099044252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/8703864544099044252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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for her money.</title><content type='html'>today work was actually kind of fun. i worked up at the pavs and there was like a cotton candy machine, a snow cone machine, and a popcorn machine. i was making cotton candy, and spinning it and it was going out of control. the machine started smoking, and the candy strands were like flying in my hair.  my eyes started watering, and i was making the ugliest cotton candy bunches ever. they were like lopsided, candy goodness.  then i was making popcorn, and i was like the  queen of the popcorn machine. but then i burned myself, pouring the artificial butter (for a "butter-like" taste) into the kettle thing. the snow cone machine was so great. you like put the ice in a hole in the top, turn on the grinder, and then all the ice gets crushed into snow, and its so high-tech. it was so awesome. haha work today was so so so crazy.  never a dull moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and another group brought alcohol in again. haha. nice.&lt;div 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money.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-1063221172145908851</id><published>2007-07-13T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:45:03.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>greasy floor in the ollies shack.</title><content type='html'>today work was not too bad. david is actually hilarious. yep. i got to hang out with matt in ollie's today, where the floor is like an ice rink - thats how greasy it is. we like to pretend were in one of those old restaurants where the waitresses delivered food on roller skates. because we're cool.  this weekend, i plan on staying up at the pavilions and helping the groups, instead of picking garbage. its a step up, let me 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meant to be. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;we saw cory from canadas next top model!!!!! woo. it was pretty awesome. but she wasnt very tall, and i dont think she was taller than either of us. it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;next we were on a mission to get a dress for zoop. it took us all day, and like every store, but we finally found a winner. and it was a bargain too!  she got a really cute bedspread as well. little birdies. &lt;br /&gt;toronto was an adventure for us, and we didnt even get lost. we were super proud. and when we went to get on to queen street, we walked out of the eaton centre, and the wind was crazy. we are so smart, and wore dresses on the windiest day ever. we multi-tasked for sure. holding our bags, walking down the street and trying not to pull a britney spears. BUT we definitely both had undies on. obviously. i think we successfully kept everything covered.&lt;br /&gt;later on, the train was so delayed getting home. it was like the longest ride ever. we stopped randomly in the middle of the tracks. it was so mental. and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, i tuned in to so you think you can dance, and was again disappointed. anya should definitely not still be there at all. she pretty much kicked jessi out, and now shauna. wow. she sucks. can she leave already? man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work tomorrow. and all weekend. joy. how i love picking garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone needs a worker, personal shopper, babysitter, etc. let me know. anything could be better than wild waterworks garbage, and washroom duty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-8199795693146068784?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-822517672998389946</id><published>2007-07-10T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:18:01.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spills, thrills, and beverly hills</title><content type='html'>today might have been even hotter than yesterday, seriously.  major heatwave comin' on.  i watered the plants today, and as soon as i stepped outside, i swear i started sweating.   and then when i walked back in, the air was on so high, it felt like a freezer. but only for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, tori picked me up and we went to go visit angelica! for just having an operation, she looks super good. shes just a bit swollen, but other than that, she looks totally normal. she even still has the dimple in her chin. trademark.  we got her the high school musical dolls that sing, she was pretty stoked about that. so we were happy to see that she was doing well.  keep getting better angelica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had chinese food tonight, which was pretty sweet. i love chinese. the broccoli is so so good.  so good.  after that, i was supposed to watch igby goes down on ifc, but the site got it all wrong, and it's not even on. major disappointment. maybe i'll just watch iron chef tonight.  me and jimmy are like the only people living right now,  so we are going to play games on msn.  stoney creek sucks, specially when all your friends have pretty much disappeared off the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, tomorrow, if i read the book, i'm going to get my g1. im kinda nervous now. but i havent even read the book. if i dont read it tomorrow morning, or tonight before bed, then i cant take the test, and it will have to wait even longer. im such a slacker. i'll do it one day.  thursday is t.dot with zoop! stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and there was a chlorine leak/spill at my work today. definitely happy i wasnt working. wild waterworks is awesome eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-822517672998389946?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/822517672998389946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=822517672998389946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/822517672998389946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/822517672998389946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/07/spills-thrills-and-beverly-hills.html' title='spills, thrills, and beverly hills'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-1983820435873729934</id><published>2007-07-09T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:07:32.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>downtown - no finer place, for sure</title><content type='html'>today, may very well have been the hottest day of summer so far. and having to wear pants to work does not help anythingggg.  today, i topped burgers at work. joy joyy. i weeded in the sun, and washed trays too.  high class i know.  anyways, there was lightning today, and the pool was cleared for a while. thank god i didnt get drenched on the bike ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo. ive got some pictures from the trip downtown with dave, rob, and michaela. thanks to her for sending them! we had a super fun time, and im pretty sure we are going to have an adventure in the t.dot on wednesday with kristen zoop. awesome. anyways the pictures are pretty fun. we took them in some creepy staircase, and then we like saw this weird reflection of light from one building on another, and decided to take a picture of that. cool&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RpL3QZskGYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5Leb-z3Hg0k/s1600-h/IMG_3338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RpL3QZskGYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5Leb-z3Hg0k/s200/IMG_3338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085398790402480514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-1983820435873729934?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/1983820435873729934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=1983820435873729934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1983820435873729934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/1983820435873729934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/07/downtown-no-finer-place-for-sure.html' title='downtown - no finer place, for sure'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RpL3QZskGYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5Leb-z3Hg0k/s72-c/IMG_3338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-4178592942326149516</id><published>2007-07-08T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:37:32.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade</title><content type='html'>today was pretty boring. i hate waking up, but luckily, my mum drove me to work this morning. and made me really good salad for lunch! i had to stay with the tim hortons picnic all day today, and it was pretty busy. i got to have a  half moon jos louis thing though, so thats pretty good. i spent my whole day checking names so that i didnt have wanderers trying to enter the picnic. the tim hortons guy was pretty strict. i got to be the person who said, oh excuse me, you can't go in there because you dont have a wristband. too bad for you.  i had to work extra today, but hey, i got a 10 hour work day. more money for mee. even though minimum wage sucks. the weather was pretty crap today too. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way. my sister was the person who brought my idea to life on the screen with the dream big logo. big upps to her. woo. thanks db.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is going to be pretty packed. tuesday i'm going to visit angelica, wednesday (hopefully) i'm going to toronto, and thursday i am going to get my G1. finally. im so slow, but i dont want to drive. whatever, i suppose it doesnt hurt to have it. and then next week, is sherkston for a few days. sweet deal. bring on the sun.&lt;div 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Es-co-lade'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-307998620256522190</id><published>2007-07-07T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:01:08.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dream big, and drink some spiked iced tea along the way.</title><content type='html'>today was a pretty fun filled day. went to work this morning at 8 (balls) and it was super hot. and i have to wear pants and steel toe shoes. ew. i got food from sweet customers though. veggie burger and butterscotch ice-cream! oh yeah, and i poured myself iced tea, and realized that it really didnt taste normal. i made my fellow support staff workers taste it, and we came to the conclusion that totally had alcohol in it. alcohol is prohibited where i work, and the people who brought it were high authority figures. they should definitely know better! tsk tsk police men. anywho, it was pretty funny, but i guess you had to be there. after work i went to jackson square to watch bands play on the roof. i really enjoyed cain and abel. they are super fun. after that, me and dave and rob, and michaela went to a pretty shotty pizza pizza. a deaf man asked us for money, and then we felt bad after because we didnt give him anything. sorry! we took some random pictures like  in a creepy staircase outside of jackson square, and then dav&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RpBSgpskGXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UNb7EvXx7fI/s1600-h/dreambig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RpBSgpskGXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UNb7EvXx7fI/s200/dreambig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084654700203350386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es mom picked us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note, me and dave are designing t-shirts for a fund raiser that is going to take place in november for school.  the shirts are going to be pretty sweet, and the whole night is going to be awesome. a fashion show, with designs by the one and only charles lu, and then student art for sale, and perhaps, students playing some music.  we are going to be selling t-shirts to raise money for a committee at school that will travel to the dominican to help out with building a house for the less fortunate. its a really great cause, and i think the whole thing is a super stellar idea. so anyone in the hamilton area (or anywhere near it), mark november 28th of your calendar, and get ready for a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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way.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RpBSgpskGXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UNb7EvXx7fI/s72-c/dreambig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-5921895573374183771</id><published>2007-07-06T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:13:23.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>they say it happens when the sun goes down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6F9pskGSI/AAAAAAAAADk/P2CUuC7k-gE/s1600-h/n577250244_724937_3233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6F9pskGSI/AAAAAAAAADk/P2CUuC7k-gE/s200/n577250244_724937_3233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084148323559151906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6F9pskGTI/AAAAAAAAADs/D10v5v8Lius/s1600-h/n577250244_724953_7844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6F9pskGTI/AAAAAAAAADs/D10v5v8Lius/s200/n577250244_724953_7844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084148323559151922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6F95skGUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1fVgjyAfZKM/s1600-h/n577250244_724964_1216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6F95skGUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1fVgjyAfZKM/s200/n577250244_724964_1216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084148327854119234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6F-JskGVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ELLsKGEXELI/s1600-h/n577250244_724981_6580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6F-JskGVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ELLsKGEXELI/s200/n577250244_724981_6580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084148332149086546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6EnZskGJI/AAAAAAAAACc/NBtHxBzetco/s1600-h/n577250244_724986_7852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6EnZskGJI/AAAAAAAAACc/NBtHxBzetco/s200/n577250244_724986_7852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084146841795434642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6EnpskGKI/AAAAAAAAACk/TOQzIIBgDH4/s1600-h/n577250244_724932_1766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6EnpskGKI/AAAAAAAAACk/TOQzIIBgDH4/s200/n577250244_724932_1766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084146846090401954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6En5skGLI/AAAAAAAAACs/JVLgubjISyE/s1600-h/n577250244_724936_2920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6En5skGLI/AAAAAAAAACs/JVLgubjISyE/s200/n577250244_724936_2920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084146850385369266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6EoJskGMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/u9boHY2o140/s1600-h/n577250244_724944_5336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6EoJskGMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/u9boHY2o140/s200/n577250244_724944_5336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084146854680336578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was game night, and the guys and dolls were in the house. we played a game of clue and disney trivia - both were unsuccessful but we had butloads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6EoJskGNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2n63_ZaPmsQ/s1600-h/n577250244_724971_3393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6EoJskGNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2n63_ZaPmsQ/s200/n577250244_724971_3393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084146854680336594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, the games didnt go as planned, but we had time to make a human pyramid with kasia on top, and ashley dying in the middle. we also tested our strength by giving eachother doubly piggybacks. but once the games did start (i never said they finished, but we DID start) we had some intense playing going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-5921895573374183771?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/5921895573374183771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=5921895573374183771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/5921895573374183771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/5921895573374183771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-say-it-happens-when-sun-goes-down.html' title='they say it happens when the sun goes down'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Ro6F9pskGSI/AAAAAAAAADk/P2CUuC7k-gE/s72-c/n577250244_724937_3233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-3388513583768242472</id><published>2007-07-05T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:34:40.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And it rained all night</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning to a thunderstorm.  i decided to sit on my porch, and write a letter to my friend kerrie in Saskatchewan.  the rain was peaceful, and the thunder sounded like gunshots from an old western movie (even though i don't watch westerns), but you get the point.  watching the rain was  super nice, i just want to watch it forever.  at least i don't have to water the flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-3388513583768242472?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/3388513583768242472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=3388513583768242472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/3388513583768242472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/3388513583768242472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-it-rained-all-night.html' title='And it rained all night'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-5916029118642692862</id><published>2007-07-03T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:36:33.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>that's WILD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RorPApskGII/AAAAAAAAACU/blxYEUilUyo/s1600-h/DSC06009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RorPApskGII/AAAAAAAAACU/blxYEUilUyo/s200/DSC06009.JPG" 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RorOdZskGFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/q8mYSncW_hs/s1600-h/DSC06065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RorOdZskGFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/q8mYSncW_hs/s200/DSC06065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083102133950355538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RorOdpskGGI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ec5xilf3Kj0/s1600-h/DSC06103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RorOdpskGGI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ec5xilf3Kj0/s200/DSC06103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083102138245322850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RorOeZskGHI/AAAAAAAAACM/jjQIvUlyiDo/s1600-h/DSC06114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RorOeZskGHI/AAAAAAAAACM/jjQIvUlyiDo/s200/DSC06114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083102151130224754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julyfest was a blast. Happy Birthday Canada! anyways, we had good times. definitely. the backyard gymnastics tradition lived on this year, as i did a flip for the first time in like 2 years.  it was very exciting stuff. monica did a back tuck too! it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after, i had to work, and by work i mean picking up garbage, and cleaning the grossest washrooms in the world.  almost comparable to the washroom in trainspotting. almost. after work i fell asleep at 5pm, and didn't wake up till the next morning at 8. thats fifteen hours if you do the math. probably the best sleep ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-5916029118642692862?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/5916029118642692862/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-9138066894761484641</id><published>2007-07-03T08:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:23:21.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteen candles part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Roo_lJskF-I/AAAAAAAAABE/2KxSXrrH-qs/s1600-h/picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Roo_lJskF-I/AAAAAAAAABE/2KxSXrrH-qs/s200/picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082945036931569634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Roo_lpskF_I/AAAAAAAAABM/_RJbFj1Dqd0/s1600-h/picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/9138066894761484641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/9138066894761484641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/07/sixteen-candles-part-ii.html' title='sixteen candles part II'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/Roo_lJskF-I/AAAAAAAAABE/2KxSXrrH-qs/s72-c/picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-7177552293682051923</id><published>2007-06-30T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:53:54.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteen candles</title><content type='html'>we had a surprise party for angelica tonight, only i missed the surprise. work sucks, what can i say.  it was super fun, and we took some sweet pictures at the end of the night.  they'll be posted when i get them from angelicas camera. stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-7177552293682051923?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/7177552293682051923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-4756042061857068643</id><published>2007-06-29T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:10:52.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>brass monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoWsh5skF5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qmw1mEequIs/s1600-h/DSC07179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081657452980869010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoWsh5skF5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qmw1mEequIs/s320/DSC07179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoWsiJskF6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XTfTWgni7s0/s1600-h/DSC07180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081657457275836322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoWsiJskF6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XTfTWgni7s0/s320/DSC07180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoWsiZskF7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cvKV8DFC4oM/s1600-h/DSC07181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081657461570803634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoWsiZskF7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cvKV8DFC4oM/s320/DSC07181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoWsi5skF8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/OkgTlGypK9U/s1600-h/DSC07182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081657470160738242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoWsi5skF8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/OkgTlGypK9U/s320/DSC07182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoWsjJskF9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/4C1lOaKC270/s1600-h/DSC07183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081657474455705554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoWsjJskF9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/4C1lOaKC270/s320/DSC07183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had a yearbook pyjama party. i made a special sock monkey for John, and we took him on an advernture with us everywhere. We named him brass monkey. we shopped like made for tons of snacks from fortinos, and pigged out like mad. i cracked a coconut in one throw against the concrete wall of the staff room. major accomplishment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-4756042061857068643?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/4756042061857068643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=4756042061857068643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/4756042061857068643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/4756042061857068643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/06/brass-monkey.html' title='brass monkey'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoWsh5skF5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qmw1mEequIs/s72-c/DSC07179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-5137820867006050696</id><published>2007-06-29T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:24:30.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration of goodbyes</title><content type='html'>apparently, the judges on so you think you can dance were smoking something when they decided to kick of jessi. like are you kidding me? whatever, that was my biggest upset of the night. i can't believe that did that. bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-5137820867006050696?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/5137820867006050696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=5137820867006050696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/5137820867006050696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/5137820867006050696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/06/celebration-of-goodbyes.html' title='celebration of goodbyes'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660924813852386999.post-7537819856755906345</id><published>2007-06-28T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:29:34.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yearboooooooook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoPT15skF4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/vZhj7aURi9I/s1600-h/IMG_7025+jules+andjohn.+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081137727578314626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoPT15skF4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/vZhj7aURi9I/s320/IMG_7025+jules+andjohn.+.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoPTqZskF3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRhc6iydQlU/s1600-h/IMG_5416+daveee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081137530009818994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoPTqZskF3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRhc6iydQlU/s320/IMG_5416+daveee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at school today with john and dave and kenny.&lt;br /&gt;working on our highschool yearbook&lt;br /&gt;its going to be stellar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/660924813852386999-7537819856755906345?l=juliabruc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/feeds/7537819856755906345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=660924813852386999&amp;postID=7537819856755906345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/7537819856755906345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/660924813852386999/posts/default/7537819856755906345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliabruc.blogspot.com/2007/06/yearboooooooook.html' title='yearboooooooook.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638962010689416694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIAjYmr8Q6w/RoPT15skF4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/vZhj7aURi9I/s72-c/IMG_7025+jules+andjohn.+.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
