published!

a few weeks ago i faxed a letter regarding this incident to the local newspaper. this local newspaper comes out every thursday. yesterday i was busy - with my facial (oh god, NEVER get a facial if your face is having tempermental issues), one-hour massage, registering for french, and shopping. i spent a total of like six hundred dollars yesterday! needless to say, i didn't have time to stop and open up the paper as per my usual thursday routine.

after working at latino night at the high school (as an interpreter, paid by grant money so five bucks more per hour than the school district pays me) i went over to my friend andy's house. another friend was there and we were just chilling. andy and lauren, those lushes, were drinking rum and cokes and when i left at two am they were quite tipsy the both of them! (what is L doing? i kept telling A to stop trying to get her wasted, jokingly of course...)

andy and i got into an argument about the open bags of chips and pretzels in the cabinets. and this is just another of those things that reiterates why i shall not ever be A's girlfriend - he can't keep up with me. when we're arguing or even bantering, a lot of times my witticisms just pass right over his head; or if i'm making fun of him in a friendly way he won't have any good comeback besides something that is mean - once i was joking with him about something and for his comeback he says well look at your hair - it's a mess. ?!? anyway last night the whole argument started because he mentioned something about class or white trash or trailers or culture or something and it pissed me off. he had once yelled at me for spitting listerine out in his kitchen sink. well not yelled, but made a remark on "culture." something about spitting in the sink being bad... i'm not sure i get it either. but for some reason he had given me listerine - it was the citrus "less-intense" kind - and i couldn't handle it so i ran to the kitchen to spit it out. it's not like i threw up in the sink - listerine is supposed to kill bacteria so what i spat wasn't dirty!

anyway i had asked him for some cookies or crackers or something. he had chips. that was fine. but when i opened the cabinet, all the bags of snacks were OPEN! everybody knows especially in the summer one DOES NOT LEAVE OPEN BAGS OF ANYTHING in the house! why? flies, ants, humidity destroying the integrity of the chips or pretzels, etc. then i tell him oh you yell at me for spitting in the sink yet you leave bags of food open in the house? that's how you get bugs! plus the food gets stale! he told me that nobody really eats those anyway. i took a pretzel and ate it. miraculously it wasn't stale. well someone has to have been eating these pretzels, they were opened recently. and on and on and on with him. it was annoying that i couldn't stop arguing with him (my fault), but it was also annoying to stay at the same altitude throughout the entire argument.

oh right, so back to the post. so i didn't have time to look over the paper yesterday because i got home late. so this morning as i'm making my tea, my dad says, people were calling yesterday, did you send a letter to the editor of the weekly local paper? yeah, why? thinking there may have been public outcry over my letter. he tells me that one of his colleagues called him to mention that my letter had been published. i was surprized - i thought they called you to let you know it was going to be included (but i guess realistically not because once you send them your letter it becomes their property and you can do whatever you want with it.

so i flipped open to the editorials page and sure enough there was my letter. it was the first one. and printed verbatim what i had sent them.

that's the second time i've had a letter published in there. the first time was when i was in third grade and i had heard my parents talking about how they were thinking of building a highway through BH close to where we live. i was outraged and so i wrote a letter not thinking much of it, and my mom sent it off to them and it ended up being published. just one of those "eh, cool" things i can tell people in those awkward lulls in conversation, like the hey guess what? when i was in middle school i got like sixth place nationally in this french contest! hey guess what in high school i made it all the way to nationals in the junior olympics!

ok now time to get my day started - will go to gym first; am hoping for a pilates class or something. we'll see.

oh ps, when i find the file i will copy it verbatim here.