oh good, dancing

i forgot to tell you. watch dexter. it is one of the most amazing/stressful shows i've watched in a long while. i like that it deals with the ethics of killing, or deathics as i like to call them. i identify with dexter a lot.

i love grape juice!

i say that a lot. grape juice is good for me. i have been cheating on grape juice with this delicious hybrid. i don't know if it is as good for me as grape juice, but i love it very much. i had to get it at wal mart which i hate, but i would eat a live cat to get this juice. that would probably be as far as i could go. but that's pretty far i think.

baby tech

troy mcclure is a neat little gentlemen. he does what i wish i would do in his situation. if you're locked up all day, you can ultimately choose one of two adventures. you could whine and make it hard on everyone, or you could make the best of it and wait it out. troy is the youngest one on his unit, but acts the most mature. everyone likes him, especially staff. he aspires to be a professional inventor. yesterday he made a flagpole with a made up country's flag on it. this was probably while majula, the oldest, was screaming at staff to get her lotion or something else unimportant.

during one of his room times, he made a belt like invention that you put on your head. it was made completely out of paper and could be tightened or loosened. i tried it on. it had a cup that had the bottom cut out to go over your left eye. it kind of hurts your ears, but futuristic technology doesn't care about your comfort in it's initial stages. he said it was x-ray vision and he could see through a tree outside. when he came out of his room, he looked towards a wall and jumped back. i asked him what he was doing and he said he looked through the wall and a car outside scared him. inspirational.

jefe

i got to hang out with one of the new kids today and she is awesome. her name is selma. she isn't mexican, but she speaks spanish fluently. two of the other kids on the unit also speak spanish. it is exciting to me because when i am around people who speak spanish, i start picking things up again and get happy to learn new words. i learned that chella means drunk (like borracho) and that pinto means paint. i learned it in the context of fingernail polish.

selma is exactly what i think of when i think of a mexican woman. she is proud and strong. she has more of a right to complain about her life than anyone, but never does. she is patient and self-aware. at her home she takes care of her entire family and on the unit, she picks up after her peers and throws away their dinners when they are done. all out of habit. she has a sad history and it enfuriates me to know that people that cool can be treated so terribly. i told her that my favorite spanish word is "little bug". you should look it up, it's silly.

i had to deal with racism today and didn't really know how to. manjula was saying racist things outside and i just told her that she had to come back to the unit if she said one more racist thing. she did and i made her come back to the unit. she knew she was in big trouble and came willingly.

oh yeah, martha quimby threw a foosball table at some kids. i just don't think she gave an f. this sentence is here to remind me to write about troy mcclure tommorow.

if you're driving a mobile home, is it road rage or a domestic disturbance?

nothing particularly exciting happened today. i made two new friends that seem nice. their names are frank grimes and martha quimby. frank was quiet and shy when i first met him, but i gave him pokemon crystal and he likes me now i think. martha told me a long-winded story that wasn't very interesting, but i really liked that she was able to tell me. it was about her getting blamed for stealing someone's game boy at her foster home. ultimately, she has a tough life and sometimes yells at people to get her the tv remote because of it.

manjula was trying to push my buttons as usual. she always asks me why i am failing as a musician. she says it to get me mad, but i don't mind. i'm not failing. also, taking life-failure-speeches from someone who loves drugs is funny to me. i told her "how do you know i'm failing?" and she said i must be since i'm still working here. i think i fake yelled at my supervisor kernel sanders and manjula thought i was upset about what she said. she apologized. tonight was calm. i hope the next few days will be too.

i hate it

worst ice cream ever. when sentences like "oh no, what's this now" and "each bite is more disappointing than the last" are exclaimed, you know your treat is garbage. at my work, a kid called me a ripoff artist after i wouldn't give him what he wanted. i can identify how he felt. we were had by ripoff artists.

who is handsome pete

this month is simpsons.