Julia Marie

1. age: 15 since 11/24/96
2. height: approximately 5'2"
3. weight: don't you know that it's rude to ask a girl's weight?
4. hair/eye color: brown and green (I look better with red)
5. hometown: St. Louis, MO/Lemay
6. grade: 10
7. I was saved when I was 9.
8. I don't have a sense of smell. (see Silly Stories of My Life at bottom.)
9. I have never had a broken bone/stiches.
10. My fav. song is "What If I Stumble" by DC Talk
11. I like anchovies.
12. I am 16.60% nerd, so says "Nerd Test"
13. Willow and Rebekah (g) and Cole and Seth (b) are my fav. names.
14. I have a collection of over 100 keychains.

Jesus is my Savior, and I'm trying hard to grow more like Him. That's why I hope that my actions will speak out that Jesus is with me.

As of now, I don't have any career plans. I just don't know what I want to be yet. In the past I've wanted to be a veteranarian, a doctor, a kid doctor, then a chiropractor. As you can see they are all related to medicine. Maybe I'll end up somewhere in that area. Then a-gain maybe not. Who's to say? What I know is that God will take me where he plans to put me and that I'll be happy with it. I have a bro., two step-bros., and a step-sis. I also have a mom, a dad, a dog, a cat, and a step-dad. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to display any pics of my family. Hopefully I'll get to show you some kewl pics of my dog and cat, though. Not yet, though.

Once upon a time my mother married another man. This man has a short tolerance for talkative people. I am a very talkative person, who sometimes doesn't know when to shut up. So one day I was yakking away about who knows what, and my stepdad interupted me and said, " Julia, if you were to one day get lockjaw, you'd die of constipation." So that's why I call myself imlockjaw. The only reason I'm not "lockjaw" is that there is already someone else in geocities who has that name.

Once upon a time when I was a young girl - about three - there was an incident that changed my life forever. (Well slightly anyway.) My mother was taking care of the laundry when she handed me a dryer sheet (the spongy type) to throw away. Instead of intellegent, yet stupid me doing just that, my little mind began to ponder the one thought "How far up my nose can I stick this and still be able to get it out?" So I experimented. Up it goes, and there it stays for days. (I didn't tell my mom.) My mom only found out that it was there when my breath started to really reek. Since they pulled it out, I haven't been able to smell a thing.