Happy Halloween!!!!

OMG! I can't believe its finally here! The holiday when no one is who they really are, people can hide their true selves, and no one cares. It's the perfect holiday for people that are afraid of what the world thinks.

Moving past that morbid point of view, I have several sets of spectacular news!!!
1) I got a new seat in French class! I now FACE the overhead, which makes things easier... Plus, I don't have an annoying crick in my neck. AND, I get to sit near some people that I REALLY REALLY like!!!! YAY!!!!
2)I have a Halloween costume!!! I am an artist. Yes, I made it up last night, and it's not the most original costume ever, but I LOVE it! Plus, I can wear jeans, which lightens up on the cold factor. :)

Love Ya,
Mag Mac

And I am...French Royalty!

Tis true...I have become officially part of the French Royal Family. Although, I am actually Austrian...

My explanation: Halloween! I am a girly-girl all the way, and therefore, for Halloween I get to dress up as whatever fluffy character I want to! Granted, Marie Antoinette isn't the fluffiest of characters considering her gory death, but I enjoy her fashion statements. And I did my research! I read her biography, and I have just gotten my hands on two more books about her life. The book by Antonia Fraser, and Abundance: A Novel of Marie Antoinette. Woohoo. Looking forward to that.

Anyways, my explanation going further...The weekend could possibly be my favorite weekend of the year. Since 5th or 6th grade I've been having my friends come up to our family farm for the Halloween party at my grandma's former nursing home. Sadly, the Magnificent Mikayla couldn't be there this year, owing to the fact that she had to go and move to Colorado...Anyways, they always have food and a haunted forest. Oogyboogywoo! The first couple years, I was so scared. I think I actually had nightmares after going through that place. They have a guy with a chainsaw and everything. Exactly my point. But to continue, I have to say, I must be maturing. I wasn't scared at all this year. So, I was able to enjoy to the fullest the screaming of my friends Adrianna and Celeste. Heheheh. Ain't she cute?

And may I present my large, pillowed behind?
At the Villa, we were a hit. While we were eating, a little girl was so busy staring at me that she didn't watch where she was going, and she walked to my buddy Celeste's chair. So incredibly funny and cute at the same time. She didn't get hurt don't worry.
Humdiddledumdum. Let me explain my red ribbon...During the French Revolution (after Marie was executed) the women aristocrats who were in danger of being guillotined took to wearing red ribbons on their necks to symbolize...Well, you can imagine what they symbolized.

Marie Antoinette, Merlin, Clowny, and Mary Poppins.

Flying away with Mary's umbrella!
Ahahahaha.

As I have already stated, I am an ultimate girly-girl. I adore lace, pouff, and bows. Ribbons all the way baby. So when I found these AWESOME dollmakers a few days ago, upon the request of the Magnificent Mikayla to check out Dollzmania.com again, I went nustso. I love Japan! I think that all the dolls below came from dollmakers of Japanese design, and woooee! Nuff said.

This one's my favorite. I apparently love red hair. (Look at those adorable bows!)

Pouffy! Ahhh!

Ok, so I lied. This doll was Korean. She reminds me so much of Demeter, from Greek myths.

Teehee! This is so cute. My man with blue hair...*sigh*

Yellow is my favorite color! Sadly, this dress isn't very puffy.

But this dress is! I want it sooo bad. Grrr.

Oh well...Sadly, however much I want to be, I will never be an anime character. *sniff*

A Literary Moment

Wowza! Two posts in one day! It's been a long time since that happened...exciting. Anyways, I just got done with part of my homework, and I'm pumped, so I have to share it. We had to read The Lady or the Tiger for English class, and our assignment was to either write an expository paragraph on which she chose, or "finish" the story. Being the creative writing fanatic that I am, I obviously chose to finish the story. For those of you who aren't familiar with it: http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml

Here's my ending:
The door swung on its hinges, darkness spilling out from the space within. Did a soft growl sound from the cavern, or was it merely the imagination of the crowd? They could see the fair youth standing with bated breath, awaiting his last. As the creature hidden within the darkness stepped forward to snatch its victim, the sunlight reached at last the burnished hair of the lady.
The masses let slip their sighs of relief within the wild cheering that rose up to meet the chiming of the wedding bells. A giddy throng of merry-makers spun out of the doors beneath the terrace where a single tear was being shed. The princess, alone in her despondency, watched with the most desolate of aching hearts as the priest stepped forward to perform his service. She watched as her love was united to the one creature she would have been most happy to kill. Oh! If only it were the woman she could have sent into the tiger’s jaws, instead of this man whose heart was merely an extension of her own, this man, whom she had now sent not to his death, but to another form of a beast.
The princess’s heart, which she felt alone in its agony, burned fiercely with her despair. The one solitary tear sought her cheek, searing a white hot path on her graying skin. Her mind was blank, focused only on the joyous scene beneath her. And even so, though her entire being’s purpose was now only to absorb, with pains akin to a knife to the heart, the goings-on in the center of the arena, her watery eyes failed to notice the single twin tear coursing its own way down the cheek of her lover, and splashing silently onto the hand which held that of his waiting bride.


Anyone interested in debate on why I chose the lady instead of the tiger, feel free to gimme a jingle. Or email. Either way. :)

Reverting to Old Obsessions

I confess it is true. I am once again totally and completely obsessed with Harry Potter. I went to go and see the 5th movie again yesterday with my friends Joelle and Rachel, and oh my! I love it so much. Sickly enough, I love the part near the very end when Voldemort "posesses" Harry and all those memories are flashing up on screen. Then when Harry is almost crying and says, "You're the weak one. Because you'll never know love, or friendship. And I feel sorry for you." I almost cried when I watched that yesterday. It's such a great part of a fabulous movie.



So that pretty much clinched my decision. I've been watching "music videos" on youtube for a looong time now, and for quite a bit of that time I've been wishing that I could do one myself. Or a whole series of them. The only problem is, I don't want to actually upload one to Youtube, because the clips aren't mine or anything, and I've heard plenty of horror stories about people being kicked off Youtube for infringing on copyright. But I went ahead and made one anyway.



It only took forever, because the only editing software I have is Windows Movie Maker, and most people know that's not the best in the world. It served my purposes though. Sadly, the only clips I could find to download were from the 5th movie. Apparently people on the web aren't interested the 3rd or 4th anymore. That's all good though! I got it done... and Voila!

Spout

Why do we let people push us around?
Why do they make our decisions for us?
Why don't we stand up for ourselves?

Because we're human.

We don't want to accept that we are wrong, or that someone knows something we don't. We refuse to believe that there is something outside of our little bubble. We're content to stay ignorant, obnoxious, and alone, just for the sake of winning. We have to be the champions. No one is better than us. We are number one.

Why though? Why does it matter? Will we look back 35 years from now and say "That man in the blue shirt and dirty jeans beat me to the checkout line on October 16, 2007." Hopefully not.

Isn't that the point though? We're so obsessed with "high speed" and doing as much as possible and getting 25 hours of work done in 24. Wouldn't we be happier if we took a minute and thought about what was happening outside of our comfort zone? Or if we took the plunge and stepped outside?

I would be. Why be afraid of life? Be friends with it.

MagMac

The Usual Blabber

Oh man. I can feel it. I'm about to to submit to the mundane apologies about not having posted for a loooong time. But you know what? I'm resisting as best I can! Heck ya! You know what else? I'm jealous of those blogs that make it to being called pretty darn interesting by Blogger staff. I think that I should be in that ranking. Doesn't everyone find my life as interesting as I do? I'm shocked. Alright, so despite my not apologizing for it, it's true that I haven't posted in quite a while. You should be happy for me! I think that if a person isn't posting a lot, it should prove that they have enough other interests to keep them busy and away from their little-read blog. Their "own little corner of cyberspace." So. Yeah. Deal with it. (Sorry! Teenage rudeness hormones taking over!) I don't know where to begin with all the catch-up stories about my scintillating life! I am excited for Halloween! I worked on my Marie Antoinette costume over the weekend, and it's going to be looking fine! Lavender satin all over baby. The other bombshell from my weekend was the movie I have been waiting to see since the day it came out: Hairspray! See, my longing for a good movie-musical got even stronger when I found out that my dance class (ballet, tap, and jazz) was doing the opening number for our recital in May, and it's You Can't Stop the Beat. Not having seen the movie, I couldn't recite the lyrics with everyone else, and I felt so left out. *pout* But not anymore dahling! I'm all over this. OOOO! I almost left out one of the most important bits. So Margaret and Mary got back from Morocco, right? (They took some b-a-utiful pictures that I will be posting as soon as I can get my hands on them.) I hadn't seen them since they left, but this weekend all that changed. I needed to head over to Wal-mart to get the lace for my dress, and I mentioned this to Margaret. For those of you who don't know my aunt, one of her most obvious traits is her shopaholism. And she had leftover money from Morocco. Kohl's here I come! (She is quite adept at spoiling her niece, a.k.a. me, absolutely rotten.) I really did made quite a haul that night. The pair of Robin Hood boots that I wanted (and fyi for those of you who don't know me, I do have the habit of naming particularly interesting pieces of clothing. It doesn't have anything to do with what the manufacturer named them.), some lovely sweaters, one of those cute plaid jumpers, and another pair of heels that parody loafers. Little wannabes...But that is not all! After seeing the magnificent Hairspray at the Budget (my absolute favorite movie theatre) my parentals and me headed across the street to my favorite thrift store. Woooeee! I got some color there!

Catching Up

So, I totally haven't posted in a while. I know, I suck.... I'm hoping to make up for it now, okay?
I'll give a quick overview of what has happened in my life before going into further detail.
1. HOMECOMING!!!
2. I am positively OBSESSED (or infatuated as Kacey would put it) with the Jonas Brothers.
3. I reconnected with Sara, a friend from my old school.
4. I tried incorporating visualization exercises into my nightly routine, and was rather impressed with the results.
5. Volleyball season ended. :(
6. I decided to play club volleyball! Woo!
7. I took a To Kill A Mockingbird final exam.... and passed!
****MAJOR LIFE MOMENT****
(not my final.... read below)
8. I took my Civics final today... Ah!
9. I just talked to Crystal, another girl from my old school.
*Somewhere in there, I had a dream about a gentleman in my French class (Marcel, hehe). Come on, you know you're interested.

Okay, so Homecoming.... Into the Outback.... It was.... INCREDIBLE!!! I had so much fun! I danced with several people, including Kacey, Jerome, Fazzio, and Marcel.... Jerome and Fazzio were probably the most.... unique. Haha. I'll try to post pics of post-homecoming-decked-out me. See, I don't have a camera , so I couldn't take pictures, unless I took them on my phone, and I can't really scan those into my computer now can I? So, my mom bought a disposable one today, and we'll probably take some pictures using that and I'll do my best to post those, okay darlings?

Hehe. Infatuation. What an interesting word. Hannyloulou would use it to describe me, I'm sure. So would Kacey. And I'll admit it. I'm infatuated with someone. I really want to tell them, but.... I don't know if it would work out. I want to be friends first. We'll get there someday. I'll just do my visualizations. :)

So, the Jonas Brothers.... Their lyrics really are amazing. And they're so talented! And.... HOT! I can't Yeny it. Infatuation people. I need help. Hehe.

Yup, so Sara and I were talking on im and she's really good. I miss her and most of the people from my previous school. I wish I could be with them right now. That would be so incredible! Someday we'll all be together.

My current Health teacher, Coach Mosh (name has been changed to protect her identity, along with my previous health teacher) took over for Coach Platte when Platte went on maternity leave. I like Mosh a lot, she's wicked funny, smart, and easy to talk to. She gave us homework on Tuesday: Write something you would like to achieve 10 times, then read it and say it to yourself 10 times every night, and to imagine doing that thing 10 times before we went to sleep. So, as a student that enjoys homework, I was pretty happy to comply. I wrote "I am a fantastic hitter" 10 times, repeated it to myself, and did the visuals. I also threw in a few "I am an amazing passer"s just for good measure. Which led me to Friday, and our last volleyball game of the school season.

I was pretty darn excited. The Lightning had beaten them, and we crushed the Lightning twice, so the odds that we would win were pretty good. That we only lost one game all season was a contributing factor as well. :) I was all geared up and warming up for the game by doing the hitting lines, and I HIT!!! And they were pretty good hits too! My passes weren't too shabby either.

We kicked the crap out of the Coyotes!!! We totally won! Our team was so incredible! We were so tight, and played so well.... It was amazing. I was on the most amazing natural high afterward..... Hah. Our volleball teams were just amazing this year. It was truly an incredible experience to play for my high school.

Yes, after Friday, volleyball season ended. I'm a little sad, because I don't see all of the people on my team very often, but that's okay.... I've made some really good friends this season.... Kacey is one of them.... Sorry, drifting away.... I'm thinking about Thursday night.... Hehe!

I have decided to play club volleyball. I'm so INCREDIBLY excited!!! I really want to make the 15's team with Kacey and Hannah, and I hope I do. I have faith in myself! I am a fantastic hitter. I am an amazing passer!

Yup, I took my TKM final. It wasn't too bad. I'm pretty proud of myself. I think I did a reasonably good job. I'm glad I reread the book at any rate. I had forgotten a lot of the plot, and it was good that I refreshed my memory. I learned a lot from Harper Lee's writing style, and it'll help me once I finally get my novel going. Again. :)

On Friday, my mom came sprinting up the stairs and said something in a rather breathless voice. Upon my request, she repeated herself: "Dumbledore is gay."
Now, at first I thought she meant the actor, Michael Gambon. Fine. If he wants to live that way, he should be allowed to. But I was mistaken. The Harry Potter character Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is a homosexual. I couldn't believe it. That's so strange. Not the "he's gay" part, he's free to choose any lifestyle he wants, just the way JK Rowling said it. She was so blunt about it. It almost seemed.... dare I say planned? It appears to me that she simply made Dumbledore gay just to keep her celebrity going, which is downright ridiculous. She doesn't need to do that. What about McGonagall? Is she going to turn out to be Dumbledore's adopted daughter? And Snape was his great-great-nephew? It's just nuts! Dumbledore and McGonagall need to be together, along with Harry and I. That's the way it should be. AND Neville and Luna. What's all this tosh about Neville and Hannah Abbot? She's not that important to the story, and Luna and Neville need each other. Plus, Neville seems like the kind of guy that would want to keep his family together, so he wouldn't teach at Hogwarts for 10 months a year while she managed the Leaky Cauldron. Positively ridiculous.

I'm glad I got that off my shoulders.
Moving on.

Yes, I took my Civics final today. It wasn't as bad as it could've been (thanks Mr. Fulton). I'm pretty confident that I got most (at least 95% of them right.... spelling on some though.... ARGH!) if not all of them right, so it's all good. :)

Yup, I talked to Crystal, and Dilly, and Cara! Yay! I miss them!

So this dream about Marcel....
We were mini-golfing in a dark room, and our golf clubs were made out of legos (weird, I know), and suddenly we're at a dance. It's still dark, but smoky and disco-ey lights. And my friend Celeste is there. She's holding the end of a rope that's wound around me.... And Marcel is like "Can I dance with you alone?" because Celeste was following me around. Then she had to leave because her mom would get mad that she was outside her house.

Any interpretations? Anyone?

MagMac

Backstage Singing

I can drive Sam(or my parents, or anyone) absolutely insane singing this song! Squeakyness to the extreme! And loudness! It's my other obsession. "Couldn't see the li-i-ight!"

Life in the Theatre

AHHHHHHHHHH! My play was tonight. Closing night already...Yesterday was opening night! So it is in the world of high school theatre. Anyways, it's been awhile since I posted, and I seem to remember saying that I would post all my funny play practice stories. I suppose that this would be an appropriate time to do so. I'll start from the beginning, and I also have pictures to liven it up. Prepare for a long post.

Alrighty, so if you remember my audition monologue (or if you care to look back in the archives) it was one that I wasn't particularly fond of, and the play sounded kinda boring to me. Oh how wrong I was. I would have been sooo lucky if I had gotten into that one. The Supers, ahhhh. I'm absolutely addicted, just ask the people in it...heheheh. But I'm rambling. Let me explain myself. When the entire cast got together and did the read through, a little more than a month ago, I laughed a bit. But the first time I actually saw them acting, I nearly died I was laughing so hard. They should have had oxygen on hand. Mrs. Shaugnessy (I'm not sure how to spell her name I'm SORRY) our director had to tell myself and my friend Kailey to not distract that much. Heck ya. Anyhoo, last week I mentioned something about the Supers' costumes. Thankfully (as in PRAISE TO THE LORD) there was a camera in the house and the lovely Bekki was on hand to take pictures for me. Oo, but I'm getting ahead of myself again. There's a story tucked in here somewhere. Perhaps the best way to tell it would be to copy and paste a msn conversation with my good buddy Brian. Key: me, brian.

heheh, speaking of laughing
you should have been at play practice today to laugh w/ us!
one of the other plays was getting their costumes *snicker*
and...hehehe. there's supposed to be a really disorganized superhero named procrastinate and...hehe
jordan has to wear salmon colored long john footy pajamas w/ a buttflap!!
hahahahahah
hahahahaha
awesome
i know. we were laughing so hard
espescially at his face. he hates them. we love them. ahahaha. and...he needs a yoyo at one point but there aren't any pockets...so he found a rather...creative place to put his yoyo
:-O
lol
but it wasn't the buttflap if tht's wht yr thinking...
try the other end
hahahaha
and the yoyo string was hanging out...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
bekki and i were dying
ROFL
yeah...he wasn't too happy
haha, i'd be showin off
oh yeah. you do tht brian.
wat a lucky idiot
lol
hahahahah. oh but i'm not finished.
there's so many hilarious things he could do
kevon got part of his costume to
imagine really tiny red running shorts
his words "yep. these are sexy." hehehe. yet another crack up moment.
lol
he wore them over his jeans
o my. so funny.

How true. How true. Absolutely hilarious. Sadly, Jordan's salmon footy pj's got cut. However, Kevin got something that made up for it entirely! If tight, red running shorts weren't enough, would a purple sparkly cape and red and black tights make up for it? oh, and don't forget the purple hair! He's the Curdler all the way.
Which brings me to another story...Hairspray! You think it's a movie? Yeah sure. I've rediscovered the hardcore original. Julia, our magnificent hairstylist created her own ozone hole over these past couple of days. I have no idea how many cans of hairspray she used. She's a maniac! No one was safe. And what makes it all better is how us genderless aliens have glitter hairspray as well as the normal kind. Just cuz aliens need glitter. Of course. There was always the danger of her randomly calling out: "Yo, alien! You need more glitter!" (She didn't know some of our names. Those sophomores...Kevon doesn't know my name either! I found that out today. He called me Amber Or Someone. Amber?!?!) Moving on. I wish I could fully express how much my head feels like a helmet right now, considering I haven't taken a shower yet to get it all out. I can barely feel it when someone touches the top of my head. My hair crinkles. It makes sound when it moves. One of my fellow aliens, Melissa, actually BROKE a piece of her hair off. That is how much hairspray we have. And today, since there was not going to be any need for any extra glitter hairspray after this performance, Julia really went nuts. There was so much glitter on our alien bodies, that there was a cloud of glitter floating about on stage. I don't want to see what my lungs look like after being in that backstage hallway. Probably something along the lines of black lung. Look at her evil little smile. And no, I did not photoshop this picture so you could see the hairspray coming out of the can. It just goes to show how much she was using! Argh!

Hmm...What's another story I had planed to mention? Oh! Sam Olson! I think I'm fairly advanced at creeping him out. I should get a medal or something. For the past couple of days, I've been following him around really closely. As in my shoulder was pressing into his. Add that to my creepy smile and I'm all over this. His usual response was so worth it "Stranger danger!" But today he let me down. "If you think you're going to get me to say it, you're wrong." *pout* I followed him a lot today anyway though, in hopes that might change. It didn't. He just started rolling himself up in the stage curtains to hide from me. Heck ya. Work it Sam, work it you male model you.
Alrighty, I think that I'm caught up enough to talk about today and yesterday. To describe our two shows in front of a paying audience, the best word may in fact be hilarity! We got laughs. Many laughs. And we deserved them. We owned that stage. Tollbooth rocked the tollways with it's stalking tollbooth operator, insane medication-taking operator, and unethical money wheedling operator. The Supers are just superly amazing all the time, Curdling, Procrastinating, or Pacifying. Have a Seat Please makes sense of asking your dentist if their son will go to the dance with you. And Question, well, there never was a bunch of hotter genderless aliens.

And I can't forget crew! Stage crew did fantabulously! Look at Luke, my gosh he's so funny. For some reason Sam and Blake (both from Tollbooth) have taken to calling him Hooch. Don't ask me. Apparently it's from Scrubs. I have no idea.
Oh my, Justin. He's such a character. And a tad of a perv. Then again, what can you expect from a teenage boy? Definitely not cleanliness of mind. Play practice was made very interesting by him. Good 'ol Andy. (He's our Andy in Question.)

I think I've covered most of the main points. Oh not true! Since I am addicted to the Supers, I know almost every line in their play. I say their lines along with them when they practice. I know their timing perfectly, so I'm totally there when Kevon does his big Curdler "C" pose. For example, yesterday I was listening to them through the door, and I started saying their lines. I'm not the only one who knows them so when Callie did her "like puppets you are" motion, about three of us did it exactly synchronized. Sooo awesome! Heheheh. Obsession!

And now, I'm sad. I won't get to see them anymore. I don't have any classes with most of the sophomores, and I don't have any reason to talk to them. Waaaah! It's a terrible thing when theatre buddies don't get to hang with each other anymore. I'm off to cry in my corner. But I better take my rhinestones off first. :P

Tonight's the Night!

Yes, good folk, avid readers, and people that simply stumbled upon this blog. Homecoming is tonight my good friends, and I am.... a tad nervous, excited, apprehensive, and over the moon. So, I guess there's not a tad of anything, just a quarter each. Okay, enough about my emotional makeup, let me tell you all of the details.
1. Yes, I have a dress. It's an amazing blue green color, and a halter dress. It's longer in back, behind my knees, and it has a little beaded medallion thingy on it in the center. It's so pretty!
2. It's next to impossible to find shoes that will match the color, so I got a pair of sparkly heels to go with it, along with a necklace and some earrings that I need to go find.
3. My mom is under the impression that I'll need a purse to hold my phone and keys, etc. and that no one will steal it, and that if I ask someone to hold it while I dance, they will comply immediately. It's been a while since she's been in high school. Anyway, we went to a flea market store in a nearby city and got a vintage 60's purse to go with my dress. It's gorgeous!
4. I am a little disappointed that I'm not doing anything before or after homecoming. I'm going, dancing and whatnot, then coming home. I was possibly going to sleep over at someone's house, but I don't think that that will work out. Oh well. No big deal.
So, TA DA! My pre-homecoming life. I just took a shower, and dried my hair, but I don't have a curling iron or a straightener to use, so I'll just have to wing it. A girl on my volleyball team was going to do it, but unfortunately, that is not going to work out. My mom wants to do it now, but that will probably not turn out well, so I might just let it dry, put in a few clips, take some pictures, then put it in a ponytail for the rest of the night. It's all good, I suppose.

I'll fill you in on the details tomorrow!
Mag Mac

Homecoming:Partay Like a Rockstar!

It was the big day yesterday. The homecoming dance. The gym was incredibly hot, so don't mind all my sweaty pictures...I didn't dance too much, because there was an excess of bad music. Sad...Oh well. And I promise that soon I will have a make-up post of all these stories I still need to tell! But in the meantime...

Lookie at my shoes: Me and Amy.

Rachel, Paige, Sara

The true homecoming queen...hehehe.

Paige, Sara, and the hyper Hannah. Yay!

OOOO! Me and buddies! (before the dance.)

OUR Spirit Week

As Hannyloulou will tell you, I am a slightly competitive person. Okay, maybe a lot competitive. I just say it all adds to the fun!
After reading about Hanny's Spirit Week, I decided to post about the LHS Spirit Week, which runs October 8th through 12th, with homecoming on the 13th. Our Week is just a tad different....
Monday is Stoplight Day. For those of you that are confused as to why we're dressing like traffic signals (not that we couldn't use them in the 200/300 Hall intersection), let me explain. Homecoming is Saturday. Some guys (no offense) wait until the last minute to ask whomever they wish to homecoming.
NOTE TO BOYS: THIS IS WRONG!!! A GIRL NEEDS TIME TO FIND THE PERFECT DRESS, SHOES, AND GET HER HAIR DONE. ASK AHEAD OF TIME!!!
By wearing red, yellow, or green, a girl (or guy) can send one of three messages so the person interested in asking him/her won't feel really stupid when the person says "Ummm... I'm already going with (fill in the person's name here)":
RED- WHOA there Skipper. Someone has already asked me. Good luck next year!
YELLOW- Maybe I'm going with someone. Either a) I'm not sure, b) I WANT to go alone or with friends (though that would probably make you red.... hmmm....), or c) I REALLY REALLY want to go with someone, but 1) They're going with someone else or 2) I'm too chicken to ask them.
OR
GREEN- OMG!!!! Ask me!!!!!!!!! I am SO TOTALLY available!!!
To all those interested, I am halfway between the yellow and the green, but leaning toward the green. See, the guy I was supposed to go with hasn't given me eye- contact in 6 days, so I say "WHATEV!!!" I'll go by my freaking self then. No big deal! So I plan to do just that. I'll chill with my people (I got that phrase from Marcel.... hehe!).
Tuesday is college day. DARN! I WISH I had a Harvard sweatshirt! Oh well.... I'll just make a sign that says "HARVARD HERE I COME!" on it. That should clarify some stuff. :)
Wednesday is plaid day. I don't know what sick person thought that up, but it's our spirit wear for Wednesday.
Okay, so MAJOR problem! I don't have any plaid! That will make things a little uncomfortable, won't it?
Oh!!! WAIT WAIT WAIT! I do have plaid. They're my spirit pants from my old school! Still, that doesn't help the fact that I look bad in plaid (rhyme not intended).
Thursday.... Oh, Thursday.... It's.... duct tape day. No, I am not kidding. We are supposed to wear DUCT TAPE to school. All day. And I have P.E. Yay.
I'll probably just tape up a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt.... What a waste.... But SCHOOL SPIRIT is the most important thing!
Friday. Friday. What is Friday? I think it's RED&BLACK Day.... For our school colors.... That should be fun....
Then, the HOMECOMING GAME! I'm really excited! It should be really great!
SATURDAY! Is....(drumroll).... HOMECOMING (cymbals clash really hard)! I'm so excited! I'm going dress shopping with Kacey, and Brittni said she'd do my hair, and I absolutely HAVE to wear it down.... I never do, because I get so HOT! But, I'm hot anyway. :) Hehe.

Lotsa Love,
Mag Mac

WOOT WOOT! Spirit Week Data

I promised that I would post pictures of my costumes this week. Let me refresh your memory as to the themes everyday:

Monday - Pajama Day (Sadly, I do not have a picture for this day. But it's pajama's people. It wasn't that great. I wore a robe and pj's and brought a moon pillow. End of Story.)

Tuesday - Rockstar Day

Wednesday - Class Color Day (Freshman=purple) Note to Magnificent Mikayla: I'm wearing Rosalie's shoes. They gave me a blister. Grrr. Thursday - Spirit Day (Green and White)

Before school:

After school:

Close-up on the headband I made for my lil husky!

(And, yes, I do realize that I spelled the name of my own school's mascot wrong on his headband. No comment.)

Friday - NO SCHOOL!!! Yays! Football game tho...Whoopee!

Alrighty. That's over with. Whew, took a long time uploading all those pictures. I'm not sure why my outift looks so blue in some of those pictures...It's really very green. And yes I am wearing ears. Husky ears. Booyah. Just as a sidenote, I was very dissapointed at the number of people who dressed up at my school. I'm just a little freshie, but I apparently have way more spirit (and or self-confidence) then some of those lamo seniors. Who booed us today at the pep assembly by the way...I have other funny stories, many of them having to do with costumes at play practice. My alien costume if cool, but not nearly as funny as the Super's...But that's a story for a few days from now. I have a bunch of stuff to do tomorrow, including shopping local thrift stores for homecoming shoes, stopping by my grade school, and going to the football game! Alright! Goooo Huskies! (spelled it right)