My mother named me Julia. You know, like the Beatles song. I live near giant waterfalls. Niagara Falls, NY. I'm 20. I clap at least once a day. I'm constantly wondering. I guess I'm weird, but I embrace it. I read to escape. I sing every chance I get. I write my thoughts. I'll listen to you forever. I wear Converse nearly everyday. I lose everything. I ride my bike. I'm interpersonal and linguistic. I'm me.Things I like and will post about among many other things: David Archuleta, Jason Mraz, Harry Potter, Degrassi, Eclare, Glee, The Avett Brothers, Darren Criss, PostSecret
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I miss watermelon so much. This past summer, or Spring, I can’t really remember the act date, two of my friends and I bought those mini watermelons. We each got one for ourselves, and we cut them in half, and ate them with a spoon. It was such a great experience. I need to relive it.
(Source: tumblrfoodpics)
He said his name was Bill Sommer, 81, a lifelong Manhattanite. He was having coffee at a window table with his sister Ruth Messinger — no relation to the former borough president — and a niece, Joan Pollack. They are both from Michigan.
So, I asked — using one of my tried-and-true opening lines — what’s with the watermelon sneakers? Mr. Sommer said he bought them at a store in Chelsea years ago and that he instantly liked them so much, he did not want to wear them out.
“I didn’t want them to die before I did, so I restricted wearing them only a few days a year, so they would last,” he said.
Thirteen days a year: that would be the limit, he decided. These would be called “my watermelon days.”
“I pick them based on things or events that very few people know about,” he said.
http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/05/21/must-be-the-shoes-those-watermelon-sneakers/
Totally painting this design on my next pair of Converse, inspired by Bill Sommer, of course!
I love and miss watermelon.
