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May 19, 2011
  • better run faster than my bullet.
julie clarke [fep] she take my money, when i'm in need
{don't even ask what happened to this set - i don't know. and good god, miranda kerr's body is perfect}
 
monday - drinks at Chantal's
julie clarke.
 
I rang the small golden doorbell and waited, tapping my manicured nails on the screen of my phone. A tall blonde opened the door and looked me up and down. I stood calmly while she scrutinized me.
 
"And you might you be?" She asked.
 
"Julie Clarke," I smiled sincerely. I knew Chantal was one of the Elites, someone to be kept happy.
 
"Chantal," As if I didn't know.. "Come on in and grab a drink"
 
"Thanks," I entered the spacious room and looked around. Filling the clean, well organized room were dozens of gorgeous girls, all dressed impeccably. For the first time since I had stepped off the plane, I began to question how easy it would be to make a perfect first impression.
 
I sat down somewhere and snagged a martini - although the rows of shots looked more tempting than ever, I didn't want to end up being the sl--zy girl who got wasted whenever possible. The heavy drinking would have to wait for a more appropriate setting. From my perch, I scrutinized all the girls around me. After the fourth or fifth girl, I thought I had seen it all: Long legs, perfect tans, gorgeous clothing, glossy hair, stunning smiles. Then my gaze fell on another stunning blonde girl sitting with someone else. Although she was gorgeous, like everyone else, her protruding belly made her stick out from the sea of size 00s. I watched her for a little bit. She seemed different from everyone else, and not just because she was pregnant. Feeling my stare, she turned to see who was watching her. I quickly turned my attention back to Chantal's speech, but, from the corner of my eye, I saw her stare back at me for a second, before leaning over the table to whisper to the girl across from her.
 
Oh, how I had missed being the new girl... Still, the blonde had sparked my interest.
 
xx - julie
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May 18, 2011
  • you know what happens after that, as if!

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May 16, 2011
  • ltda | shannon | lip gloss kisses in the back of a rusty car
julie clarke {fep} you lift my feet off the ground, spin me around
{sorry, i meant to publish this yesterday, but my friends were over until late-ish, and i didn't have time :// but, better late than never..? sorry! as for the set - the table and chairs pertain in no way to the story... i just really wanted to try a sitting doll set (: }
 
friday - outdoor concert
 
I riffled through my little closet over and over again. What does one wear to an outdoor concert for their first real event in Paris? I had to turn heads, but I also needed to be dressed appropriately. I wanted people to notice me, but for all the right reasons, not because I was dressed like a freak. I sighed, and, realizing a bright idea wasn't, in fact, just going to fall from the ceiling, I opened up my computer. I already knew exactly what was on the French runways, but what about street style? Eventually I returned to my closet, and pulled a couple outfits out. I tried each on, and, the way I had done since freshman year, imagined all the possible wardrobe malfunctions or problems that I may encounter. I settled on a slouchy gray shirt, black 'leather' pants, and booties. It was casual, but not lazy, and more importantly, it showed that I was comfortable in my surroundings. No one wanted to look like a scared puppy in their new surroundings.
 
I left the hotel with a smile on my face. Although I knew less than no one, I was living in Paris. This was literally a dream come true! I had been wanting to do this since my junior year in high school, and I was finally living out my dream. I got to the concert right as it was starting. The music was awesome, the noise was deafening, and everyone was stunning. I noticed, with a fair amount of satisfaction, that I was dressed appropriately, and admittedly, better than more than a few people there.
 
After the party, I strolled around the popidu center a little. I saw gaggles of teenage girls, adorable couples, and busy businesspeople hurrying about. I had to fight my tourist-esque desire to pull out my Nikon and photograph absolutely everything. It was all so, perfect!
 
Paris, I love you.
 
xx - julie.
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some PLEASE message me to be friends/start drama/anything with julieee! i'd love you forever (:

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May 14, 2011
  • [a princess in progress] tryout
  • Light a cork my pretty little angel.
  • Cold hearts brew colder songs.

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May 14, 2011
  • Love Your Rebellion

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May 11, 2011
  • ltda | shannon | give yourself prudence, and love your friends, subway kids rejoice the truth.

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May 11, 2011
  • Hoodies, Shrugs, Tube Tops, Halters, Screen Tees, Tanks-Styles For Less