Uh-ohh
I didn't blog for a very long time
over a week
and now I'm blogging again.
this makes me scared
should I be scared?
Well here goes...

So I spent a week at the beach. I saw a shark, got within feet of a wild dolphin, jumped off a boat, met a bunch of very odd people, almost touched a wild stingray, dyed my hair pink, fell flat on my face once and fell on my back like a wooden plank after running into a large box another time, jumped into a pool with all of my clothes on, wrote JULIA'S BUTT WAS HERE on a seat in a restraunt and did many other things that would be interesting as a story. I will not tell you those stories right now, however. I might talk about those stories on a rainy day but I don't want to talk about them right now. Nope. Instead, I will tell you about the time I got attacked by a shark.
WHAT??!! You are asking. YOU GOT A-FRIGGIN-TACKED BY A SHARK?!!! It is true. I was a-friggin-tacked by a shark. Here is the story:

I used to work at the local aquarium. It was not great. It sucked butt. We had about twelve shifts and we were stuck at each place for an hour. I was stuck at the shark touch pool. As I was waving my hand around in the water,the shark came up, it's mouth wide open and lunged for my hand which I pulled out just in time. It swished away again after that and I had to close the touch pool down. It was a baby nurse shark... about a foot long. It could only fit my pinky in it's mouth...

I love telling people this story. I'm not sure why. Well actually, I do know why. I was attacked by a shark. The details completely change everyhing, but nonetheless, a shark lunged for my flesh, prepared to bite. This story came up about twenty times over the vacation. My friends hate the story. They sigh and quickly tell people the whole story when I say "YOu know, I was attacked by a shark once...". But I think they are just jealous because THEY weren't attacked by a shark.