julie R ryan's Journal

Subject:	ICE CREAM MAN!!
Time:	6:23 pm.

I heard the classic song coming up my street and screamed "Do you take visa?!?!"

She didn't so I ran inside and brought out some loose change and bought myself a yummy Oreo Cyclone..the lady gets herself into a conversation with me about how she had to spend 80$ on gas and how the world infrastructure is falling apart....here I am just trying to relive my childhood and here she is talking about how the world's gonna end!!

ah well. I was her only customer on Ebony Tree Avenue anyway so I guess her words prove right.

Oh yeah I bought a new car! Leased it but oh well. here she is

It's my first Brand New Car...a 2008 Honda Civic LX Sedan...BLACK...and I pick her up on Saturday...Goodbye stupid Dodge Intrepid ya piece of shit

I'M FUCKING EXCITED!!and this ice cream is fluffy and delicious.

Tomorrow is my roommates court date. Good luck Johnny. He just ripped the system out of my Dodge. This will be the fourth car it's been in.

Let's hope I don't fuck this up.

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Subject:	WTH
Time:	9:28 am.

I dreampt about an apocalypse....everyone started getting really sick. Right before they died they would get really aggressive and bite and this is how it spread as well as being airbourne. I shot one of them, a girl about my age, so many times but supposedly the bullets were too small? They were...seriously the size of a pinprick or something, but I riddled her with holes and she still stayed up. I went to go buy better bullets, and I loaded the gun, and shot a lamppost from the passengers seat of my car as Tom drove, and it EXPLODED! A massive explosion.

I remember then things getting very bad. Tom was gone so supposedly he had died. I was with just my Mom and Dad and I figured my brothers were gone too. We were about to get on a plane and the terminal looked the same as Borgata's hallway to the Talent Entrance. I started to feel sick.

I looked around out the car windows before we got there and saw a football field to a high school. There were bodies everywhere, but they were floating as if they were underwater.

Planes crashed into eachother upon landing because the pilot died on duty. Some official looking lady tried to blame it on us. I used a hand sanitizer to keep the disease off and then I woke up.

I also drempt about Robbie Rob HPPD and record players

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Subject:	poker frenzy
Time:	3:59 pm.

Yesterday was such a wonderful day off...I went with Jon, Tom, Jason and Bob to the longport bridge pier and we fished and made cheeseburgers...it was so nice to be outside. It was a little chilly but still great. I found a picture of three kids with three bloodhound puppies, all colored from light to dark...it was strange because later on when me and Tom went over Ryan's house so they could jam out with George, they had a bloodhound. It was the cutest bloodhound I've ever seen too...she was just a year old but still huge and clumsy and so sweet. I gave her some tastykakes shh. We played poker all night on a professional table, because Ryan is a borgata poker dealer. We played circle of death and then it was 3am and everyone was ranting and raving and we couldn't get a good game going consistently so me and tom went home.

Todays my mom's birthday and I bought her money to get her nails done for the next month or so. I just saw her and she's thrilled I'm coming home...

Bad news= we're evicted, we have two weeks.

I want to live with Tom...I don't know what's going to happen but I have those good people around me, I want to keep it this way for a while.

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Subject:	Saturday Morning Dream
Time:	1:32 pm.

i dreampt about a "Patriotic" camp filled with adults and other people my age. I remember that a lot of us were in the woods at some point hiding like refugees. We were raided quickly as the sun was setting, and I hijacked a firetruck to get away. A cop car was waiting at the jughandle and they pulled me over.

The dream switched quickly. I was with an traditionally dressed Arab man with a long beard and wild eyes...he was being blamed for having some kind of illegal cages from the same Patriotic Camp. I believe that a bunch of Republicans were the counselors. We were in an underground cave lake for a "time-out". At the bottom of the lake I could make out little Easter Eggs and I knew for some reason they were extremely valuable. They pulled the man for questioning and I spent the rest of the time pulling out the pastel-colored things...they ended up being Tamagachis!!!

The entire camp was gathered to cash out. ?? I don't understand it either. But I traded in the Easter Eggs for a total of 115,000 dollars. I remember one of the ladies said "SCREW YOU!" when she found out that I was working with the Arab Man. I told him that I would split the money with him...but I secretly planned a way to avoid it.

At the end we were all sitting on a hill facing a lake which reminded me of HeatherCroft Apartments. I thought, How beautiful this is...and turned to see everyone dressed in 19th century attire all either yellow or reddish. A guy was singing in a foreign language and it was becoming a ceremony for somebody who had died. The sun was bright...Jessica congratulated me for having the money for college but in my mind I knew I wouldn't go to college.

I raced to the car and crouched down hiding low from the man. I made it home and got in the shower. I had one single easter egg which I had managed to put all of the money in. It shone...but alas I woke up and it's not mine anymore

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Subject:	Thursday Night
Time:	5:34 pm.

Last night I dreampt crazily as usual. I was trying to take a flight out to see my Aunt. The airport terminals were set up like a school assembly with long descending aisles of an auditorium. It seemed like a majority of my school was there. Somebody gave me a bag of cocaine and I stuck it in my jacket pocket. I fumbled around with tickets, clothes, cell phones, and other papers and a lot of the dream was chaos with these objects not being able to coordinate them or my structure to get out on this flight. I couldn't get ahold of Leslie and was confused a lot...I have these "scattered item" dreams very often and I think its due to my mushroom trip where inanimate objects were impossible to access as normal matter when I was fucked up.

I see Jess Wilson with some older man. She claims he is her baby's father and shows me a picture of what looks like a two month old baby and tells me this is what she's been doing? All of a sudden I guess airport security found my jacket. A lady with glasses who resembles a pitboss I know at work pulls me into what appears to be a very dim lived-in bedroom. She dumps out the bag of coke onto what looks like a traffic citation and I assume she's about to break out lines? But she says "We can do this the easy or the hard way." The hard way happened anyway, and three uniformed men with SWAT uniforms came in with tazer-sticks and started jabbing me with them. I convulsed and seizured until I woke up.

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Subject:	Blast to 2005
Time:	1:24 pm.

yesterday i saw Jes Yard walking up the white horse pike when I was with Tom on my way to the dollar store. She was carrying luggage that represented most of what the borgata babes carry with the glass box on top of it. I called her name and asked her what she was doing and she said "Oh! Fighting with John."

That means they've been together for like five years... WHOA

I remember when Johnny was my first love.

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Subject:	Red-colored Cars
Time:	3:52 am.

Just got home from work kinda. Jen let me go early at 3:00 instead of 4:00. so wonderful. mm. what a treat

I changed my mind about the Mustang but I still like to look at the picture. It's a dumb choice for many reasons but I was blindsided by its glory. Behind the wheel I felt INVINCIBLE!!!

Instead I'm going to trade Dodgey in for an efficient well-lubed happy Japanese car. My payment will be less and I'll gradually pay it off over two years. No sweat. because of my consistent payments I have a low interest rate on the next trade in but the dumb thing would be to get something NICE from Auto Plaza. Because it probably looks nice but its really just another rotting lemon just like alllll Used Car dealerships do to screw ya. So I'll get something decent and better for now because Dodgey likes to nickel and dime me until the day I see her blowing up enroute Borgata. Bad.

Meanwhile...I'll save $7000 for a downpayment for that Scion tC I've always wanted....

Give me eight months :) I'll slap that money down so hard they'll jump out of their seats to hand me a low interest rate.

Then my lil bro can buy the other car off of me and I'll be a happy little lady.

So this is my most recent and distinguished goal. About time I have something tangible to to set my sights on. As American it is...well..I can't avoid the fact that I am one. Despite my anger towards the situation.

At least it will give me great credit when I want that student loan for a trip Down under...maybe we'll see.

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Subject:	Racebook, Xanax, Jailtime, End of an Era
Time:	12:20 am.

Today. I woke up and went to the mall with Tom and Jon so Tom could get a new kufa (sp?) to cover up his immature dreadlocks for work. I also got underwear and new things which are now sitting in an impound lot after Jon got arrested driving my car.

It seems so strange how frequent this shit happens to me. I let Jon take my car because he was responsible with it and I trusted him. He never gave me a reason to doubt his trust. A minor speeding offense turns into a drug bust. I'm just glad I was at work...dealing with some of the strangest customers you can get.

I was stuck in Racebook today...where crazy senile geezers and pervs bet on horse races. It's morbidly slow and I walked out with 60$ which I then spent the majority on a cab for my ride home. I will never forget the one lady...

About seventy, and crazy from xanax. I give her a ginger ale and she proceeds to tell me how she's suffering from withdrawal...and how Xanax is evil and her stomache is killing her and there is nothing pleasant in her world. She starts to cry and says she's speaking to me as a mother would speak to her child. I had no idea what to do or say, there I'm standing in my all my exploitation speechless and I just told her I would bring her some more water and to just stay hydrated. Christ.

I get off work to such an alarming situation. He has four charges against him and his brother had to bail him out with the $780 that should be paying rent. It looks as if, with our shitty record of paying late every month almost since our lack of roommates, we will lose the house.

Sucks. I really enjoy living here, and Jon, Dan, and Danielle have become my best friends. And Tom...I don't know. I guess he'll go home and I'll go home. Shit. What will happen next?

Now I'm listening to them upstairs and my stomache is starting to turn. After we bailed Jon out I shoveled two day old diner chicken and taters down my throat.

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Subject:	Hit me like a sack of sod
Time:	11:34 pm.

Seriously...I haven't been involved in any "drama" for so long...who possibly despises me so much that I have recent verbal attacks and property damage? I basically keep to myself, go to work every day, and spend most of my time when I'm at home with my roommates. I haven't hung out with any possible "hater" for many months.

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