december.

December already? No.....

Clint comes home in a very short amount of time, and i have to say that i'm fairly excited! Ha, complete sarcasm. I'm EXTREMELY excited!

I'll be posting pictures of town soon, all decorated up, so that he can have an opportunity to have a sneak peek before he comes home.

A few good things happened this weekend:

2 photo sessions with two sets of amazing people. They were so much fun to be around. And photogenic as well :)

deer were killed (sorry, all you non-hunting blog readers)

Megan killed her first deer while hunting with Walker. I was pretty proud of her :) She had an encounter with some mice in her chair when they arrived at their field, but needless to say, not even her screaming bothered the deer! Congratulations, Megan! :)

My daddy and I were able go go on a hunt that wasn't on our land. A friend of ours offered to let me hunt on some land where he works. The story is long, and i'm so sleepy right now that I couldn't make it intriguing, but i'll definitely come back soon to try and tell. Anyway, my deer weighed 222 pds; he was an 8 point with 2 kickers -which makes him a small 10 pt.. (you can see them at the bottom of his rack on the left side. There's one above the one that's sticking out, and YES you can hang a ring on it), and only scored 102. He's the biggest one i've killed so far. That matters to me, of course, but what truly matters is that I was able to experience it all with my Daddy. Unforgettable.

Stay tuned! I know i'm absent too often, but i am trying to do better! ;)

is this thing on?

..it's weird that i'm posting here. Xanga is dead, so maybe i can get my point across. I know Ashia will be proud, and she'll probably be the one that reminds me to post. I used Xanga for a long time. 3 or 4 years of steady post, and i dropped it, because i was touched by the Facebook plague.

Well, to start this thing off, for those of you that're unaware of who i am, and what i'm about:
I'm Julianna, and i wouldn't say i'm your average ordinary 17 year old. I'm different in a lot of ways. My style? It's my own. Sometimes it's following the crows, but mostly it's what makes ME happy. You can't be confident if your not happy, right? I have to remind my mother of that sometimes, but i don't use those direct words. My family? Daddy's girl, 100%. He's the man of my dreams. If you don't have OVER 50% of things in common with my daddy, it's just simply not going to work. My mom? A best friend, because we fight just like friends do, but we'd both do anything for each other. My brother? Well, me and Matt - - lets just say that relationship is a story in itself, so i'll get back to you.

i just erased a section on my outlooks on life. i'll save it for another day.

It's 12:48 as i type this, and i'm exhausted. Gotta wake up beiefly at 3am, but then it's back to sleep until i can't sleep any longer.

i wanna blacberry. 66 days.