HOMECOMING!

Seriously y'all, how many of you knew that Homecoming was in 2 weeks? I totally didn't! However, I AM going!!! Even I can't believe it!
Yes, last night, someone asked me to Homecoming. I'm really excited. Except for the shopping. I DO NOT like dress shopping. Or any shopping for that matter. But, no big deal, there's a great consignment shop in town that sells dresses for like $25, so I'll probably get mine there. But, I still have to buy shoes!!!! OW! However, I won't have to wear them all night.... Andrea (a girl in one of my classes) said that most people take off their shoes, so I'm looking forward to being one of their number!

I'm so excited! Any guesses as to who I'm going with?
Mag Mac

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL!?!?!

I know you are!!! And so am I!!!! Tonight I went to my first football game ever!!! Many things happened....
1) I learned that when someone sticks a stuffed eagle on a pole and puts fake blood on it, it's really quite disgusting.
2) Never tell a Monster Energy Drink addict that you're out of Monster.
3) Grass is FREAKING COLD at 9:30 at night.
4) Don't take what people say about their underwear literally. :) Thanks Marcel.
5) War paint washes off really easily.
6) Amazing things happen on football fields.

Yes, this last one is my favorite. Not only did I see my people, including the ever elusive Marcel, but I got to hang out with some fabulous people too!!! I did some other stuff.... That was the best part.... :) I also got to know someone named Hunter better, and I rather enjoyed the experience....

<3 Ya!
Magnificent Mac

When mai ayes are closed aye see yoo for what yoo trooley are, which is uugly!

I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. My friend Amber and I have been quoting She's the Man in Biology lately. It's was too fun. And today I tried to get all gangsta, but they looked at me like I was nuts. And they told me not to ever do that again. Or to speak. At all. I guess I'm not a good gangsta...Heheheheh, so much for them homeslices!

I have sooooo much play practice it's insane! I should probably be practicing my lines right now, because I need to be off book in two days. Not even two days! Friday, however many days that is from now. And then I have three days of pracitce next week, and I won't be getting home until 5:30 every day. I have no idea when I'm going to get my massive loads of homeowrk done.

But there's a fun part of next week! It's homecoming week, so we have all these fun dress up days. Monday is pajama day, a classic. Tuesday is rock star day! Woot woot! I'm already planning my outfit. (Which give me a good idea. I'll try to post pictures of each of my outfits every day. They're sure to be awesome. Weee!) Wednesday is class color day, and freshman are purple. I'm not sure how much purple clothing I have...And Thursday is Spirit Day, where we all dress up in green and white. Goooooo Huskies!

Meetings with Old Friends

This weekend, I saw the place that Harley was buried. I had hoped that Mike (my cousin) would bury Harley at the farm, and I was very happy to hear that he did. My family has been creating what we call "a memorial grove" and it is already the resting place for the ashes of my grandmother and my aunt. It is now also home to my beloved Harley. Mike came out on his bike, and showed my mother, my aunt Mary, and myself where he and his family has buried him. He's resting underneath a large spruce tree, covered in grape vines. It's a lovely spot. And there is a large, natural stone marking where he rests. I walked back to the gardens alone, and this is when I cried. I guess it finally sunk in, made itself real. When I got out of the car after we first got to the farm, I half expected Harley to coming running up to my door, as he did so many times. It was strange not having him there. But now, whenever I take walks out on the South 80 (southern 80 acres of our farm) I'll be able to stop and spend a little time with my favorite of all dogs. My puppy.

Oh my, I almost made myself tear up again there, just thinking about that. *shakes it off* I have good news! This weekend, I went to the greatest art exhibition ever known to have graced the halls of Wisconsin art galleries. It was called Fashion in Film, and it was at the Paine Art Center in Oshkosh. It had a collection of costumes worn in some of my favorite movies. The real star of the show was the famous dress that Drew Barrymore wore at the end of the movie Ever After. I have been watching that movie since I was six years old, and when I heard that I could see the actual dress, the actual dress, that was an opportunity I could not pass up. It was beautiful. They had the area around it roped off, and I stood and stared at it for about 10 minutes. I looked at from all angles. It is almost impossible to describe how exquisite it is. I could have stood and looked at it all day, but my mom and Mary were already moving on to the next room, and I hadn't even looked at the other dresses in the room I was in yet. The experience was unreal. It was, as I sort of mentioned in the title of this post, like a meeting with an old friend. I felt as though it was completely right, me standing there, longer than any of the others who stood for a fleeting glance. It was more than an art show to me. Deeper, somehow. To say it was like a spiritual experience would be cheesy off the charts, but that's what it felt like. It was so special. Nothing else has ever had that much of an effect for me. I know that dress. Almost as though I had made it myself.

But that was not at all the ends of the delights. It was only the beginning. I can now say that I have stood in a room with clothes that have touched COLIN FIRTH!!!! Ahhh!!! In this same show, that had costumes from the first scene that you see Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice. His suit. His real suit! I was so excited. I wanted to kneel down in front of it and bow. Oh my goodness gracious. It was sooooo cool. And in the next room, they had Mairanne's wedding dress and Colonel Brandon's regimentals from Sense and Sensibility! Alan Rickman! I was in heaven. There were two ladies in there who voiced my exact thoughts:

Lady 1: "So this is Colonel Brandon's wedding suit...

Lady 2: "So you're telling me that this touched Alan Rickman?!"

Lady 1: "Yep."

Lady 2: "Omg, can I rub my face in this too?"

See what I mean? My thoughts exactly. Squeeee!

And besides these absolute wonders, they had outfits worn by Helena Bonham Carter, in Room with a Veiw (which I also used to watch all the time), Madonna in Evita (which I adore), Nicole Kidman (in several movies), and Gwyneth Paltrow in Emma. I love that version of Emma. It is by far the best. Mr. Knightly is my man is that movie! It was her wedding dress. Oooh. This was the best art show eva! Forget Picasso. When did he ever make a beautiful dress? (Or a suit that Colin Firth wore for that matter?)

Harley

Hello All.
A few days ago, I came home and began to speak to Hannyloulou. She told me to check my email, which I did, and I found the email about Harley.
Unfortunately, I've only known Harley for about 4 years. I met him on one of my first trips to The Farm, and we hit it off immediately. Last summer, when I was spending A LOT of time at the farm, Harley and I became better aquainted. He loved to play with my dogs, Penny and Lucy, and would run and tumble with them for hours. On our drive back home, they would sleep soundly, a comfort to many. :)
I also remember his devotion. Every Friday evening, when we arrived at The Farm, Harley would be there, or he would come bright and early (and I mean EARLY) on Saturday morning. We'd take walks around the South 80 and Harley would follow us, making sure the rabbits and raccoons were kept in their rightful place. We'd come home at night, and he'd sleep out on the porch, waiting until Sunday, when the fun would begin again.
Harley always seemed sad on Sunday afternoons. Hannah and I would pack up our stuff, put it in the car, and get ready to say goodbye. Harley would give us kisses and try to come with us. Even though I didn't want to leave, I knew I'd see Harley again. It's still true. Every time I return to The Farm, I'll remember him jumping around, ready to play.
Love ya Harley!

Penny, Lucy, Mikayla, and Barbara

What is up here?

" This is a special remembrance for our beloved Harley.

'Super dog' is what we sometimes called him. He was the epitome of the faithful friend, always glad to see you, always keeping things in order when you were gone--no red squirrels around the house with their pesky digging and trying to find ways indoors.

Harley is on his way to dog heaven. No one can fault the life he shared with his family, and extended on to the farm. He celebrated many a fine occasion with us, was there for our memorial service in June, and will be present in spirit from now on.

After a few months of slowing down, Mike and Mary say he was in poor condition for about a week. They gave him medication from the Vet, but he continued to lose weight and seemed to be in some pain. His time has come full circle and we will surely miss this lovely dog, everyone's friend, and a fine example of how to flow with life.

Adios, Harley,

We'll Miss you"

I got this in an email when I got home today. I didn't cry. I always expected that I would cry when I got this news. He was really old, like 14, but I knew him my whole life. His name was Harley, (obviously). He was my cousin's dog, and they lived nearby, so a lot of the time Harley would just trot on over to the farm of his own free will. He'd sit and watch us when we were outside, like he was our protector. We'd joke about how cute he was, just lying there, paws crossed, looking very collie-ish indeed. He was such a loving dog. And demanding. If I didn't get up in the morning when he wanted me to come outside, he would sit out on the front porch and whine loudly. He was the master of the puppy-dog eyes.


So now, I get to find out this, right when I come home from my play rehersal, all pumped. I repeat, what is going on here? Yesterday wasn't a good day either. A had a mucho mas spat with my mother, father, and a iddy-bit one with the Magnificent Mikayla. Is the world conspiring to send me spiraling down into depression? The reason I'm not crying now might be that I got it all out yesterday. I'm actually not even feeling anything right now. I suppose the news hasn't sucken in yet.

Kisses to my true home dog.

Rushed Blogging

This is really starting to irritate me. High school homework, I mean. Sure, I stick to my theory that it isn't any harder than it used to be, but there sure is a lot more of it. And to make my stressload reach a new level, I have a test in my hardest class tomorrow, and I forgot to bring home the "study guide." Yay.

I miss being able to spend all this time on my blogging. Now I'm lucky if I can post once a week. Forget twice a day my friends...

Anyway, update on the play/audtition: I got in. Whoopee! I can now classify myself as a genderless alien named Blop. With about 5 lines. It's all good though. My play's pretty funny, but it pales next to the other three. They are hilarious.

Time for my next anecdote. I got home today, and the first thinf my father said to me was that he needed to ask me a very important question. And then he burst into song. No lie. I recorded it for anyone interested. It was a very amusing experience.

Allo!

Hello! Hello!
In keeping with tradition of late, I am going to tell all of you obsessed readers about my week at school....
Thursday:
Okay, so I took a Civics quiz. I got 36 out of 40, 10 above the average grade. But, being myself, I didn't put my last name on the top... Just my first, Mikayla. Well, Mr. Fulton found that to be unacceptable. Aside from scrawling in very large letters across the top of my paper "LAST NAME", he felt compelled to give the class a 5 minute lecture about putting last names on papers. I did a very good impression of listening. ;) Inside, I was like "'Cuz there are SO many Mikayla's in the world." Whatev.
Then, class ended, so I went on to math. Not too incredibly boring. I got three stars for getting a bunch of questions right on my quiz, so now I don't have to do those type of questions on the final! WOOT WOOT!
After math, I ate lunch (do the people that make the food not realize that it should NOT be the texture of carpet?), then headed off to Earth Science (I got a decent grade on my quiz) and Health. Thrilling stuff! Last class, we learned about what our... BM's should look like.... Fascinating. Let's just say there was mention of Lincoln Logs....
Then, volleyball. No, unfortunately, I didn't have a game.... We won on Tuesday though. I had to sit and watch the Sophmores, JV, and Varsity. I was at school for over 12 hours!!! All of the teams won, and the people that came to watch varsity.... Well.... They showed a lot of support. To quote the guy behind me,
"What is she doing with that shit?" "Shit shit shit!!!"
I think that encompasses his vocabulary for the evening.
But, yes, it was fun!
Cheerio!
MagnificentMac

Stardust trailer

The good side of artsy fartsy

Quick checkupon high school: Going much better than I had originally anticipated. To all the teachers who were saying how much harder you had to work in high school were spouting complete crap. I had a Geometry quiz today that was just beyond easy. And here I was getting all stressy...And in the line of "clubs" I attended a meeting yesterday after school for the "Freshman Sophmore Theatre Experience."(What is it with dramatic people and sounding completey snooty?) It's not a real a play, it's just a series of 4 ten minute plays. Auditions are tomorrow, and there were four short monologues to choose from. The one I'm doing is from the play "The Supers". It's the shortest (not intentional in my choosing) and it's rather amusing. It goes as such:

Sometimes having super-abilities can be a super-curse. I try my best! Sometimes that's not good enough...Take right now for instance. I was late getting here. I missed out on the opportunity to defeat my greatest enemy since...forever! They had a marathon of Macgyver on all day today. He was just making a bomb out of a screw, a shoe string, a tree branch, and a cheese ball! Being a super hero is tough sometimes.

Whadda ya think? I don't actually watch Macgyver, but I think I'll do ok.

Anyhoo, the original reason for this post was to complain/tell in extreme detail my weekend. It didn't start out too badly. Friday night was my mother's art show, which was not thrilling, but hey, at least I finished my book! (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone for any of those invisible readers who are following my book quests.) And I had a conversation with a passing college guy about the series, which was rather a nice change. Then, Saturday was a bum. Cleaning, avoiding homework, avoiding cleaning, etc. You get the drift. Sunday was the big winner! To add to the artsy fartsy-ness, my fatha, my motha, and mi abuela went to Marian College's annual art fair. I saw my buddy Ashley and her lil sister Megan there, as a side note. But after we ate, the deal was we were going to go to Hairspray, which I have not yet seen. (My parental units figured that they needed to bribe me in order to get me to come along. Hehehe.) But you see, we were running late. And the theatre was across town. Without further information, you would imagine that I was rather upset by this. But no, I wasn't. Want to know why?

There was a showing of Stardust at 1:00, which we could just make, instead of Hairspray. Don't get me wrong, I still want to see Hairspray, but Stardust was so waaaaaaaaaay cooler!!! You know that I am a sucker for fantasy, and Stardust was like my dream fantasy (is that a confusing phrase?) movie! It was reminding me so much of Keys to the Kingdom during some bits. And the very best bit was: RUPERT EVERETT WAS IN IT!!! I didn't know that he was going to be, and seeing Rupert unexpectedly always lifts my spirits. Sure, he only had about a 5 minute part, but it was quite hilarious. When he first walked into the room, you schould have seen me, I was kicking and pawing at the air. It may have been a good thing that there were only 2 other people in the theatre.

The other reason that the empty theatre was good was because of this: The main charcter in the movie is played by Charlie Cox. In the beginning Tristan, (Charlie) is an average English shopboy, and he's not very magnificent. Actually quite the opposite. So here I am thinking, "Jeez, if he's the hero, they have to spiff him up a bit at some point." That point came. Let me give you a "before" and "after" so you can get the idea.

Before:
(I am sorry, but it was practically impossible to find a decent before picture. This was the best I could do. make my life easier, just go see the movie.)

After:
(This I can manage.)

Anyway, the funny moment out of this was, as soon as you see Tristan's beautiful transformation, my grandma leaned over my mom and said quite loudly, "Hannah, is he hot?" My cue. "YEAH!"



Go and educate yourselves about the best movie eva!
(I shall post the trailer momentarily.)

HSM2 Video

Okay, so I finally watched the HSM2 video, and I was a little scared.... The whole Julie Andrews/Zac Efron relationship would be a little akward since she's like 70 and he's 19, but other than that, they should go for it! Who's stopping them?

My high school experiece so far

I was very pleased to hear about the Magnificent Mikayla's great time in high school. However, I can not say the same for myself. My first two days were complete crap. My goodness, I do not want to listen to people on the bus any more than I want to listen to a monkey having surgery. I honestly do not think that it is a contest: aka, you do not need to say "fuck", "shit", or (my personal favorite "this shit is fucked up" as many times as you possibly can. It is not necessary. Goodness, my ears were ready to implode by the time I got home.

Thankfully, today was quite a bit better. Third day, I'm getting my gears calibrated, I know my route to classes, and I made them all on time. Two girls in my History class asked me to sit with them at lunch, and we had plenty to talk about. Paige is my favorite person ever. She was the first person that I ever talked to that has known who both Colin Firth and Rupert Everett were before I told her. It was amazing. I was in shock. And we spoke about the fabulous Weasley twins who we also concluded were very fine.

My College Bound Study Skills class (do not ask) would be completely boring if it weren't for the teacher. He is beyond funny. I don't even know how to describe it. Let me just say, he makes fun of the principal just after she leaves the room. Very amusing man.

Oh! And the true highlight of the day: I dissected a cow eye in Biology! It oozed all over my hand. And I popped out the lens. I looked like a complete maniac, I was laughing so hard. It was soooo fun. Heheheh. Oozy eyes...

My Bad.... :)

Okay, so I assume you read my crazed, sugar-induced rant about the weekend.... Okay, maybe it wasn't sugar induced.... It was crazy though. After re-reading it numerous times and trying to figure out what went on in my hormone-attacked brain, I have come to the conclusion that I owe the readers of this blog an explanation. Ready?

Yesterday morning, I was on my way to the laundromat with my mom at approximately 6:21 AM. My mom loves the music from The Last of the Mohicans and we were listening to it in the car. The music is very powerful (think The Phantom of the Opera) and my mom and I began talking about how white people from Europe came and took land away from people because they felt that they were entitled to it. This led to me thinking about countries where people don't have days off from work, or they don't have pensions, or even the ability to leave their homes. But here in America, all we do is complain that we don't have enough TV channels, or junk food, or gas. People in Africa don't even have water!!!

Bottom line, I was in a funk and felt like saying something about it. I still believe that the U.S. needs to work on a few (okay, many) things, but with time comes change. We just have to make sure we change before we run out of time.

Magnificent Mikayla

Aaaah.... the Weekend!

What a wonderful thing we have here in America... It's called the WEEKEND people!!!! Embrace it! Can you imagine living in one of those countries where people have to work six or seven days a week?!?!?! That must totally suck!!! America is a wonderful place. We have Cream Puffs! The internet! Indoor plumbing! We're so incredibly lucky!

The Stars

Oh, Hannyloulou, it was
"The stars aren't very bright tonight... It's too cloudy...."
Then, I turned to look at all of the people I was in the car with, and the stared at me like I had sprouted another head....
I was a little freaked out too, actually, because I hadn't meant to say it.... But it was fun!!!
As Cyndi Lauper would say:
I come home in the morning light,
My mother says "When you gonna live your life right?"
Oh,mother,dear,
We're not the fortunate ones,
And girls,
They wanna have fu-un.
Oh,girls,
Just wanna have fun.

The phone rings in the middle of the night,
My father yells
"What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh,daddy,dear,You know you're still number one,
But girls,
They wanna have fu-un,
Oh,girls,just wanna have
That's all they really want.....
Some fun....

When the working day is done,
Oh,girls,
They wanna have fu-un,
Oh,girls,
Just wanna have fun....

Girls,
They want,
Wanna have fun.
Girls,
Wanna have

Some boys take a beautiful girl,
And hide her away from the rest of the world.
I wanna be the one to walk in the sun.
Oh,girls,
They wanna have fu-un.
Oh,girls,
Just wanna have
That's all they really want.....
Some fun....

When the working day is done,
Oh,girls,
They wanna have fu-un.
Oh,girls,
Just wanna have fun...

Girls,
They want,
Wanna have fun.
Girls,
Wanna have.

They just wanna,
They just wanna.....
They just wanna,
(Oh....)
They just wanna.....
(Girls just wanna have fun...)
Oh...

Girls just wanna have fu-un...
They just wanna,
They just wanna....
They just wanna,
They just wanna....
(Oh...)
They just wanna...
(They just wanna have fun...)
Girls just wanna have fu-un...

When the workin',
When the working day is done.
Oh,when the working day is done,
Oh,girls...
Girls,
Just wanna have fu-un...

They just wanna,
They just wanna....
They just wanna,
They just wanna have fun...
Girls just wanna have fu-un..

They just wanna,
They just wanna....
They just wanna,
They just wanna....
(Have fun..)
They just wanna,
(Girls wanna have fun)
They just wanna....

Oh,girls...
(Wanna have fun....)
Girls just wanna have fu-un.

When the workin',
When the working day is done.
Oh,when the working day is done,
Oh,girls,
Girls just wanna have fu-un.
They just wanna,
They just wanna....
(Oh,girls...)
They just wanna,
(Have fun....)
Oh,girls..
Girls just wanna have fu-un

They just wanna,
They just wanna...
When the working day is done...


To be quite frank.
Mwah!
Magnificent Mikayla

My First Week of High School

All righty, I know you are all DYING to hear about Magnificent Mikayla's first week of high school... Let's just say it involved my first F in Civics, a car in a lake, and spandex. I know, I know, you're all TOTALLY interested. So lets start from the beginning, shall we? We shall.

My Civics teacher, the one and only Mr. Fulton (name has been changed to protect the innocent)spent the first day telling all 58 people in my Pre-AP/ Honors Civics class that we WILL fail our Civics pretest, and not to worry, the highest score last year was 41%. Okay....
So yesterday I got my pretest back. There were a total of 50 questions. I got 15 correct, earning me a total of 30%. I was SO proud of myself (my goal was a 4%)!!! That was all fine and dandy.

On... when was it... oh yes, Thursday, a rumor was started in my school. Apparently, someone had driven a car into the lake on the west end of campus near the ampitheater. Personally, I thought it was a load of dung (I'm SO British) and I basically ignored the rumors.
Lo and Behold, on Friday, there was a story in the local paper about a car that had driven into the lake on the west end of campus. Based on the reports, the young man that drove the car was fishtailing and lost control of his car, causing it to end up in a lake. However, the young man and his friends continue to claim that "the brakes went out." Haha, sure.

I am on the Freshman Volleyball team, and I'm having so much fun! Last night, we had our first game, and we won!!! WOOT WOOT! Some of you may not know a lot about the game of volleyball, so I'll tell you this....
There are 6 players on the court at all times unless there aren't 6 girls to play (ie, one got hurt and can't play anymore, one isn't there, etc.). There is one ball, and your team has three chances to get the ball over the net. It can be very simple. Anyway, as with most organized sports, there are jerseys that match. As a league requirement, everyone must wear some type of pants (obviously). The players all have to wear... (I know Hannyloulou will roll around laughing) black spandex. Spandex is a type of cloth that attaches to you like a leech, so going out in public wearing spandex is somewhat similar to going to school in your swimming suit. Some of us are just not okay with that.
However, I wanted to play, so I wore them anyway... It actually wasn't too bad.... Take away the fact that we all got really sweaty on the bus so we looked like we'd just been in a swimming pool, and there were a bunch of guys in the crowd, and it's really not a big deal.... :)
Our team won, and it was great! The spandex wasn't too bad, and it was a lot of fun!!! Toodles!