Blogging Killed the Radio Star

This is just another "thank you" to Julie.

I'm still wondering why I don't have LOTS of followers yet, but I have been writing again.

Lately, I tried starting a book and realized, I can't do it. Instead one day, I spent the entire day writing a screenplay for "Once Upon a Fairy Tale". That one doesn't have anything to do with Julie Powell, but it if twere filmed, it would look like something Julie would like.

I've also written a film in honor of Valentines Day. No, not "Valentines Day" with half of Hollywood. Just the holiday. It was called "Bliss and Break Up". I think that's another favorite of mine. It's about fur couples who go through the process of breaking up on February 14th. One couple is a platonic boy-girl friendship, the other is a married couple, a young college couple, and an engaged-to-be-wed couple.

That's another one Julie would like.

Come to think of it, anything I write, Julie would like. That's what's cool about writing. I'm writing things for Julie Powell and didn't even realize it.

"Very Truly Julie"

OK, this isn't the best poem for you-know-who, but I still like it and hope Julie does to.

**By the way, that first sentence wasn't meant for the poem. It was coincidental.

This is really the poem.

*clearing the throat*

Here's a very extraordinary lady who
I first heard about since "My Fair Sadie."

She's strong as making wolves howl.
And I'm talking about Mrs. Julie Powell

Funny and cool and popular and hip;
That's the metaphore for our friendship.

Her personality proves to be very wild
as she was cooking from Julia Child.

The sad woman never ate an egg.
Come on, Julie! You don't have to beg.

Julie, you're awesome, I love you so much.
If we ever met for lunch, we'd probably go Dutch.

You were well portrayed by Amy Adams with Meryl Streep.
For Amy, being you was one big leap.

I'd love to make you a Raspberry Couli,
because you are a very truly Julie.

Now I really need you, Julie.

I was thinking today and I think I got to a point where I'm desperate for Julie Powell.

I was on the phone with my dad today about my bank account and he kind of said something that sounded distrusting and hurtful. I tend to think he doesn't trust me, but if he does, I want to hear it straight up. I don't want hints about it.

This doesn't mean that I want someone to tell me they don't trust me, but if I had a choice, I'd rather he tell me instead of drop hints about it.

For example, say I had a choice of someone yanking my shirt collar and dropping ice cream down my chest or putting a slice of pizza in my butt (those are just example, but it's a long story of how I made them up). I'd rather have the ice cream down my chest, but I don't mean that I want someone to just do it flat out. If I had a choice.

So if my dad doesn't trust me, then I don't care. I was calling him for help. I rarely ask for help. And he decided he'd rather say my strange bank account was my fault than being confused with me. In fact, he said "I'm upset about this." And I was like "I know. Me, too. It's very strange". And then he said "No that. You." Which was causing me to wonder why things are my fault.

I don't want to say it necessarily makes me a push-over, but more like a freak. Well, I don't want to be a freak. And my father doesn't like to trust me. Mom's awesome. I really like my mom. She's cool. But in the case of the mysterious disappearance of fees from my debit card, she'd agree with my dad.

And if Mom's going to agree with dad leaving me to blame and fixing the problem myself, I feel the only one who would support me is Julie. The last thing I think aboiut is wanting to kill myself. I just want to learn why I'm a stupid idiot with no brains, and especially an unawanted habit of being creative.

OK, so I suck. I procrastinate, I act like a 24 or 28-year-old. Who cares? That's me. And the only one who I know would agree with me is Julie. I love Julie and I worship her. Julie is an awesome and wild lady. NOT obsessive or dull. She just had a hard life. I can relate.

With distrust and creativity from my parents, more like my dad because Mom's often on my side, the only person I think I need is Julie.

What would I do without Julie?