Uno de Mayo

Yay! Today is the first day of May which means summer is This --> <--- close. and. I. shall. be. FREE! I'm not sure whether it was a good or bad first day of May, though. I mean of course it was school so it sucked, but today the whole school part sucked more. I mean, the detention wasn't that bad, neither was finding out I'd done a project completely wrong, or being given a crap load of homework. Those are all normal things... well not the detention but whatever. No. It was my creative writing teacher who, for safety matters, I will call Mr. Poet. I do not like Mr. Poet too much. Mr. Poet thinks the purpose of writing is to be disturbed. If I wanted to be disturbed, I would buy horror movie memorabilia to put all over my room. Anyways, today in workshop he decided to read a poem with a brilliant title. One that disturbed him so much he would never forget it (this he said with a smile). I really, really, really didn't want to hear it. The last "wonderfully" disturbing poem gave me a nightmare and the bad case of the random shivers (dragging myself down the hallway in the spotty florescent lighting. think of it. shiver and wriggle. funny stares ensue). I discreetly covered my ears so i wouldn't have to hear it (see picture)


and a few seconds later he is practically screaming something about running with a compass stuck in his head. He basically SCREAMED THE POEM SO I WOULD HAVE TO HEAR IT. I already had to read Lolita, watch Carrie, and read the Girl in the Torn Skirt which made me scared of Canada. Can't he give me a break? And he wonders why I don't want to continue the Creative Writing program. This blogging is now dedicated to his SCREAMING LIKE A CRAZY PERSON JUST SO I WOULD HAVE TO HEAR THE POEM.
I thoroughly enjoyed that. I think this is going to cause a chain reaction though. I think im going to scream things to people randomly this weekend. HEY! HEY! GUESS WHAT?!! I REALLY HAVE TO PEE!... HEY! HEY! I'M GOING TO GO FEED MY FISH NOW!! i think you should do that too. on to more important things.....


Listen to this while reading the rest of the blog:

My dad went to the festival yesterday and brought back one of those countereit detection pens. he found it on the ground. DO YOU KNOW HOW COOL THIS IS?? I have discovered that i am currently the owner of TWO non-conterfeit dollars and a half- counterfeit dollar. If you know me and you would like to find out if your money is counterfeit, I will check for you for the small fee of one non-counterfeit dollar.

If you discover that one of your dollars is indeed counterfeit here is what you need to do:
"KNOW YOUR MONEY
If You Receive a Counterfeit
Do not return it to the passer.


Delay the passer if possible.


Observe the passer's description, as well as that of any companions, and the license plate numbers of any vehicles used.


Contact your local police department or United States Secret Service field office. These numbers can be found on the inside front page of your local telephone directory.


Write your initials and the date in the white border areas of the suspect note.


Limit the handling of the note. Carefully place it in a protective covering, such as an envelope.


Surrender the note or coin only to a properly identified police officer or a U.S. Secret Service special agent.
Counterfeit Note Report (self-executable "
-from http://www.secretservice.gov/money_receive.shtml

also. YOu need to fill out this form: http://www.secretservice.gov/ssf1604.exe

i think itd be really cool if the government shut down my blog because i did this but i don't think i'd be happy after it happened...

Dear Government person,
If you are reading this, you arrr welcome. I felt it was my civil duty to spread counterfeit awareness. There is no need to post a comment giving me thanks for visiting your website and being a good American.
Yours truly,
Julia (Last Name Censored)

sooo....

i think i'm going to go now. I will write tomorrow and plus, tomorrow im going to visit my friend in a small rural louisiana town where this story really did happen:
"Me (a European-American), my friend( an Indian-American), and my cousin( a bi-racial American) were visiting a school in a small town. We went to the gas station next to our hotel for snacks. There was a redneck lady at the counter as we went to check out, 'Ma boss-man is one-uh-yer people' she leaned in and told my Indian friend. She then proceeded to ask us where we were from. We told her. 'You must feel really left out down therr' she told me. We were all dazed as we stared at her atalkin' 'bout her boss-man and how there weren't no white folk where we came from and as we left we burst out laughing." it was weird and completely awesome to experience a red neck *no offense* in their natural environment and I hope it happens again. okay. well i'm actually going to go now.


tata till tomorrow :)