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Story Speech

2008-03-02T18:54:00.003-06:00

MagnificentMac
Story Speech Outline
Period 4
THE FARM, THE AMISH, AND THE TEN YEAR OLD GIRLS

Intro-
Two hours north of Milwaukee, Wisconsin there is a farm. On the 160 acres, there is a house. And in the house, there were two ten year old girls. It was late fall, the weather had started to change. The girls decided that they should use up the last of their summer energy, so they put on their hats, zipped up their coats, and pulled on their boots. After marching up Misty Mountain, around a tree, over a bridge, through a log, and across a road, the girls decided to go watch the neighbors prepare for winter. And this is where our story begins….

Body-
· Mikayla <3 Amish
o Psyched to watch them walk back and forth from the house to the barn
· Mikayla and Hannah decide to build a fort on the property line
· Gathered many sticks, stones, and some mud to cement the hut together
· Mikayla sat down to make an axe in case bears came to eat them, Hannah snuck back into the house for some water and the bag of Jelly Bellies
· Came back
· Talked about school, friends, Christmas
· SAW THE AMISH!!!
o Walked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
o Looked like the girls’ age.
· Mikayla abandoned the axe, bears could feel free to eat them, the axe was too much work.
· Time passes (20-ish minutes)
· Mikayla is seized by a sudden urge to yell “YEE-HAW” at the top of her lungs.
o About 3x
· All is silent
· Hannah pretends not to know her and stares off in the other direction, talking animatedly to the jelly beans.
· Suddenly, a noise was heard from inside the Amish barn….
o Mikayla, staying true to who she is, yelled “WHAT?!” at the top of her lungs, while Hannah and the Jelly Bellies had an in-depth conversation about World Peace
o Another yell from inside the barn
§ Obviously “yee-haw” this time.
§ Mikayla yells back, Hannah starts telling the Jelly Bellies about her family, which consists of 200+ people in the immediate group.
· Amish boy comes outside the large barn doors
o Yells “Yee-haw”
o Mikayla yodels back and yells “yee-haw”
o Amish boy yells several times
§ Looks like an American Idol performer, throwing his head back and belting to the sky
§ “Yee-haw” competition goes on for several minutes
· Amish boy starts doing messed-up dance-ish-y move
o (do move)
o In between yee-haws
· Mikayla and Hannah get scared and run back into the farm house. Once inside, they laugh hysterically.
· Decide to go back outside to see if Amish boy is still there.
o He is
o Giggles and screams
o They run back to the house
· Many moons later, they meet the possible Yee-haw-er.
· Named Jacob
· Worth yee-haw-ing at
Conclusion-
· Lesson learned- never trust Mikayla with large rocks, she has a tendency to hurt herself.

Hello!

2008-02-28T19:39:00.000-06:00

Hello all, I do realize it's been quite a while since we've graced your eyes with our lovely anecdotes. We do have a lot going on right now, so we apologize in advance for any lapse in posting.

Life is GREAT! I'm so happy with what's happening in my life right now. I started tennis last week, and I got tendonitis after the first two practices! I'm much better now and back to playing and having fun!

I hope everyone is living a FABULOUS life!
MagMac

Innocence

2008-02-15T17:33:00.002-06:00

Waking up I see that everything is OK
The first time in my life and now it's so great
Slowing down
I look around and I am so amazed
I think about the little things that make life great
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling

[Chorus]
This innocence is brilliantI hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by

I found a place so safe, not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it's so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here
It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling

[Chorus]

It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feelingI
t's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry

This innocence is brilliant
Makes you wanna cry
This innocence is brilliance
Please don't go away
Cause I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by

[Chorus]

"Innocence"
Performed by Avril Lavigne

I really like the lyrics to this song. It's beautiful. Life should be innocent (to some degree). It is brilliant, and we should hold on to it for as long as possible. Savor the moments that take your breath away.

MagMac

2008-02-14T18:07:00.000-06:00

Happy Valentine's Day!

<3
Hannyloulou & Magnificent Mikayla

Life in General

2008-02-08T21:58:00.000-06:00

We live life in the fast lane, don't we?
Everything must be super fast, nothing can be slow or heck, moving at a normal pace. We want what we want when we want it, period, end of story. Nevermind the inconvenience to someone else.
We don't have much patience for people that are slower, in mental processing as well as physical skills. We don't let them be the people that they are, we try to convert them into what we want them to be or shove them out of the way in our vain attempt to best the physical world.
Everyone is human (one only hopes). And here on Earth, we try and beat that humanity right out of you, don't we? We try to overcome life's natural roadblocks, no matter how small they are. Whether it's making coffe or raking leaves, everything must be high-tech, our needs must be complied with immediately.... But no matter. We get what we want, don't we?

Hey Hey Hey!

2008-02-07T23:53:00.000-06:00

I know its been forever... I don't have much time to post now so I'm gonna make this quick.
Hey y'all, how goes it? Life out here in the west (hannyloulou, I know you get the joke) is pretty good. Dances are coming up, etc. etc. so that should be fun. How're all of you?
Loves,
MagnificentMac

Why, hello there favorite show of all time.

2008-01-21T16:36:00.001-06:00

Ode to Neil Cicierega

2008-01-13T10:39:00.000-06:00

O (that’s Ecphonesis) Neil, how I love you.
You know it is true.
I find you quite genius
And terminally cute.
I’m fond of your quirkiness.
I adore your sweet nose.
In my dreams every night,
I kneel at your toes.
When summer arrives
I hope to visit your state
And then you will know of me
And feast off my plate (of love)
There are so many things I wish I could ask you
Like “How do you feel about marriage?”
And if besides the word spiffy do you like askew?
But sometimes I worry….
Will you ever find out? Will you love me someday?
Or will your vision remain blurry?
Neil, I want you to know,
I’m not just any ordinary fangirl.
I’m aware you are as precious as sea monkeys,
Or a room filled with pearls.
You must find me out.
I will make you a vow,
My love is for life!
And you must know this…but how?

Neil…There is only one way to truly show you the depth of my feeling, my ardor, for you. It is an eternal gift, one that will last forever, and allow us to be together without the judgment of the people around us. We are the enlightened ones. I will show you how I am devoted to you. All this, will be proved through a varied assortment of lemon desserts. I am a true believer, and I know the things that all true believers should. In fact, I am quite sure that I have gathered more intelligence on the magnificent subject that is you, than any other being of my situation. Therefore, I know where to seek you out to fulfill the finest details of my proposal. I shall travel by car to your residence in the charming town of Kingston, Massachusetts. I shall tread carefully. The place of your birth is blessed ground. I know that you are a late sleeper, and although it shall pain me to disturb the angelic serenity of your sleeping form, I shall arrive at your home in the early hours of the morning and knock gently upon your window. Your bed is positioned alongside a window, am I correct? I’m aware that you will be a tad startled to find an unfamiliar girl standing outside watching you sleep, but I will be able to put you at ease. I’ll motion for you to meet me at the front door, holding up a lemon meringue pie and smiling nervously. You are a kind person; you will take pity on the poor, love-struck girl in yellow. Perhaps, if I prove to be one of the chosen, you’ll invite me into the fabled House of Cicierega, as I offer the pie, shuffling my feet from side to side. You cannot blame me Neil, I have found myself in your presence, and it’s so difficult not to be overwhelmed. But I have confidence in my ability to bake, and such a scrumptious lemon pie is too irresistible to be ignored. Once again, you’ll be amazed at the savory flavors playing your taste buds like a piccolo. You may offer me some of the pie, but I will decline. I must impress upon you the extreme importance that no one in your family must eat the pie besides you. I’ll tell you how devastated I would be if it was digested in any stomach besides yours. After all, I made it with abounding love for you, and you alone. You might give me one of the looks that say “I fear you” as so many of the unenlightened ones have given me. Over time, this look will pass. But no, I’m getting ahead of myself. I will leave you, and you will return to bed with curiosity about the memorable visitor you had, taking the pie with you and secreting it in your room as I had requested. This sunrise will be an unusual one for you. As will the next. It will happen in a similar fashion, although the desert will be a golden yellow Lemon Sponge Pudding. And so it will continue everyday for a month. Lemon Coconut Bars, Lemon Cherry Cheesecake, Lemon Ricotta Cake, Lemon Lattice Biscuits, Lemon Poppy Seed Tarts. You’ll find yourself waiting for me in the mornings, looking forward to seeing me. An unnatural excitement will bubble up inside you every time I rap my fingers on your window. I’ll sit and watch as you gorge yourself on the confection before you, and I’ll take the empty dish from the day before as I leave. You won’t sleep well. You lose weight, despite the large amounts of sugar you’re eating every morning. You’ll be anxious, and depressed when I’m not with you, and you’ll do your best to hide it from your circle of family and friends. They might notice you are more focused on your art than usual, but nothing more. Some of your best work will be created in the first two weeks of our, unconventional acquaintance. But this time will end sooner than I want it to. It’s been a dream made real to see your face light up every morning when you looked at me. But all good things come to an end. And on that day, the 30th of the month, the leaded dish that contained your amphetamine-laced Snowy Lemon Bars included a higher dose than usual. You easily strolled down your front walk with me to my car, and hazily called for shotgun. Of course, you got it. I’d give you everything you ever want, Neil, including a trip to Disney Land. So that’s where we headed, down the coast, to the sunny state of Florida. And although they’re more well-known for oranges, quite a few lemons are grown there as well. I am well-prepared. I called ahead to the realtors and webmasters of the site www.sellmeflorida.com and used my entire bank account to put a down payment on a house in Grove City, located on Lemon Bay. The house is a quaint one, and it even has a healthy lemon tree thriving in the backyard. I was very specific about that. By now of course, you have recovered from your amphetamine induced stupor, and are more than a little worried about where we are. I tell you it was a surprise, because we won’t be able to be together for much longer, and I thought we could take a little trip. I tell you it’s only for a few days. You’re satisfied, and completely mollified as soon as you see the Tupperware in the backseat is filled with lemon pastry of all sorts. I take you inside and show you your room, which is equipped with a computer, keyboard, and a vase of blooming lemon tree branches. It’s cozy. I show you around the rest of the house, which is old and historical, but well-maintained. The location is ideal, on the outskirts of town, and set back from the road, so we can barely hear the passing traffic. I suggest you should go and take a nap, while I make dinner. After such a long ride, you must be tired. As soon as you’re snoring daintily, I remove the glass jar of Latrodectus bishopi, red widow spiders I hand picked from a nearby lemon tree, from my purse, open the lid, and look on as they crawl across your skin. You twitch, and they bite. I’m ready with my bottle of lemon juice, and squirt some onto every bite I see. You wake up and wince from the stinging feeling penetrating your dreams. You ask me what I’m doing, and I answer, the tears rolling down my face. “Neil,” I tell you. “I’m sending you to a better place. The pain will end, and you will be welcomed with open arms. The more suffering we all go through on earth, the more gracious our reception in the afterlife.” Leaving the spiders to do their jobs, I tearfully exit the room, with you yelling after me. I lock the door. But I’ve left a note. It tells you, that however much I’d like you to be addicted to my cooking and company, it’s really the bottle of Amphetamine on your dresser that I picked up in a pharmacy on the drive that holds your affections. I don’t expect you to be able to resist it for long, your addiction will get the better of you. Also, I inform you that all the paint and dust in your room is infected with lead, as is your blood, considering the dishes I used to bake your pies. You scream my name, and look around for a way to break out, but there are no heavy objects in the room with you, and no windows to smash. There are only the pills. Time passes, and eventually, your body craves the relief that the dose of Amphetamine will give. You swallow half the bottle, figuring I’ll never let you out anyway. Your drug saturated bloodstream alters your thought process, and you move to investigate the previously ignored lemon branches, still sitting in the vase on your dresser. You reach out to touch them, and the thorns scratch your precious skin. It’s a bizarre feeling, and although it hurts, it almost makes you feel refreshed, new. Like waking up after a long sleep. You don’t realize the damage you’re doing to yourself as you scrape the thorns along your arm. Drops of your blood burn hot, scarlet paths down your sides and splash onto the floor. You barely notice. You’re not suicidal, you’re delirious. Drugged to within an inch of your life. It’s a beautiful, heartbreaking spectacle. Hours later, I’ll return to find you lying on the floor of your room. Your body could no longer withstand the effects of the lead poisoning, the anorexia it brought you, the blood loss, and the overdose of amphetamine. It was too weak, it simply shut down. I’ll gently wipe the blood from your face and hands, brush the hair from your face, and lift you onto the computer chair. Rolling you into the backyard, I’ll gently lift you from the chair into the specially-made casket of lemon wood. I painted it a deep red, as the mark of the true Lemon Demon. I have ropes lying ready for me to lower it into the hole that was the fruit of my effort during your last hours. The branches of the lemon tree cast a wavering, lacey shadow upon the dirt that fell in clumps onto the wood encasing your body; the lemon tree that gave its thorny twigs for the vase on your dresser. I will spend the days I have left sitting in its shade, singing. Singing to you Neil. Singing of your death by lemons.

SORRY!

2007-12-20T18:26:00.000-06:00

I know its been forever since I posted, but I don't have the internet at home anymore, so that makes things a little dificult. I sitll love you all and I'll be posting frequently again in March!
Happy Holidays!
Magnificent Mikayla

Unhealthy Obsessions are fun O.o

2007-12-02T08:57:00.000-06:00

Yeah, yeah. No post for a long time...It's the Magnificent Mikayla's job to fill in posts every so often so it doesn't look like I'm neglecting my precious blog. Grrr...blame her. *sticks nose in air*

Anyways, I feel it is my duty to share with you the fruits of this week's computer time. I have discovered Neil. Hahaha, I can hear the sighs of my loved ones now. I've only been talking about him non-stop all of these past 2 weeks. I think they're at the point of pulling out their hair. They only just barely tolerate my obsession anymore. Hehehe. Well, I can't exactly help it now can I? He happens to be the coolest internet celebrity there ever was. I'm sure that anyone who might be reading this must have heard of the famous Potter Puppet Pals. I was lucky enough to discover them for my school friends last year, and they were a hit. As many other people have done and will yet do, we sang the Mysterious Ticking Noise quite a few times.
However, I was next to oblivious to the name NeilCicierega that claimed ownership of those beautiful puppets. I wasn't sure if he was a kid or a parent, all I knew was that he had them on his profile and I loved 'em. But now, oh but now, I am not so ignorant. Neil is not only the creator of my Potter Puppet Pals, he's the driving force behind Lemon Demon. Ahhhhh, *sigh*, that most demonic of lemonade stands. Well, perhaps there isn't an actual lemonade stand, but you get the drift. As Neil is the coolest internet celebrity, Lemon Demon is the coolest internet band.
Due to my laziness, I don't want to actually put up all the links to my favorite videos of his. Just have a lil sift through my Favorites list: http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=hannyloulou

And visit Neil's pages while you're at it: http://www.youtube.com/user/NeilCicierega
http://www.eviltrailmix.com/

And Neil's biographical stalkers: http://wiki.illemonati.com/Main_Page

Woohoo! I've gone animated!

2007-11-21T15:19:00.001-06:00

But I seem to be having a seizure....Oh dear, I'll have to fix that.

It's my BIRTHDAY!!!!!

2007-11-20T22:37:00.000-06:00

I know it sounds conceited, but my birthday was yesterday, and I want to celebrate with all you avid readers. I am FINALLY 14!!!
I got an absolutely FABULOUS card from my friend Marcel, Shrek the Third, Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader, a Grow-Your-Own crystals kit, and a faboulous notebook with HILARIOUS sticky notes from my mom. I got an AMAZING haircut from my cousin Danika, some really neat stationery stuff from my Aunt Rachel and Uncle Paul, and an AWESOME journal and nail polish and lip gloss from Hollie. Kacey got me some pencils.... Inside joke.... It's about French class.... :) You know you're curious.

I had a FABULOUS birthday, and I want to say "Thank you" to everyone that made it happen! I love you all!
MagMac

Dancing

2007-11-17T15:40:00.000-06:00

Who hasn't wanted to go dancing in the street? Who wanted to splash in puddles while it rained? Who stayed inside or watched the rain wishing they were out there? You know you did. Why? Because you were scared. You didn't want to look stupid. You thought "I have other responsibilities" or "It's not important." It is, and you know it.

You, and you, and you, and you need to get off your butts and go out there. Go skydiving. Jump in the air when you get a good grade that you know you deserve. Don't be shy. Bust out. Live your life. You only have one. Why waste it?

Dance like no one's watching. Sing in the shower. Go up to someone you love and tell them. It feels so incredible. Just letting them know. Listen to your favorite song. You know what you want to do before you die. Do it!

MagMac

Moments...music.

2007-11-16T19:26:00.000-06:00

I really do feel bad this time. I feel as though I've abondoned my blog. I guess it's just since I've been doing so many other internet things nowadays. I am currently in the process of making another Quizilla Quiz: What's your anime hair color? For girls mostly, unless guys enjoy seeing pictures of themselves as girls...Whatever floats their boat. When I get it done in 43 months I'll letcha y'all know.

So I have some new music obsessions...in addition to the other ones. Humdiddlydumm...Trying to find the links...
Ahh, and with some of them, I'd recomend just listening and not watching the video, since they're pretty creepy...

Blue October-Into the Ocean: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7Fl2yWalH4
Blue October-Calling You: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vC8r5dQKwak
Alanis Morisette-Wunderkind: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnGdx40919M
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus-Your Guardian Angel: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8LT4_ecqsU
Peter Gabriel-In Your Eyes: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXyX45A0Alk
Peter Gabriel-Mercy Street: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zs35CBGOxbc

Have fun!

The Secret

2007-11-14T16:58:00.000-06:00

While I rocked out to some awsome tunes, I decided to contemplate things. I'm listening to "The Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ, and thinking about how when I was in sixth grade, my buddy Kandis and I decided to start a band called "Passion." We wrote a couple songs too. It was uber-fun!

Save me,
Somebody take my hand and lead me.
Slow me down,
Don't let love pass me by.

The first four lines in the song "Slow Me Down" by Emmy Rossum one of my favorite singers. She is so talented, and her songs really speak to the soul.

I wonder if mankind will still exist in 3000? (The Jonas Brothers inspired this one.) The way we are constantly killing each other is disturbing. That, and global warming will probably fry us alive. Ew.

I did learn something today that I wanted to learn in French yesterday. I still have an awesome friend! Love to you! (Even though you probably don't know that I'm shouting out to you... but that's okay!)

The world is good.
At least for one more day.
MagMac

Just for the Joy of Posting II

2007-11-13T19:47:00.001-06:00

I'm posting again, because I want a happy post for today.
I'm not dying
I have clean laundry
I have a working computer
I have a cell phone and email
I have amazing friends named Hannah, Kacey, and Tausha
I have everything I need in life
I have fufilled several of my goals
I am proud to be me

MagMac

Just for the Joy of Posting

2007-11-13T19:43:00.001-06:00

Plus, I needed to let some feelings out.
Gah!!!
French didn't clarify anything except that my childhood ambition of becoming a checkout lady (no, I'm not kidding) will not turn into reality.
I don't know what to think a lot of the time. Life can be so incredibly confusing. I need a vent. And a way to vent my anger, frustration, and confusion. I don't like feeling any of those things.
MagMac

10 Foot Line

2007-11-12T22:23:00.000-06:00

Wow... It's been a while my people. It's been a while.
Update:
1) I ran for president of my Civics classes' Mock Congress. Unfortunately, I did not make the primary ballot, but my friend Arielle did. Sadly, she was beaten by Ericson and he is the liberal running for office these days.
2) I was given Alabama as my state in the Congress. I get a whopping 9 electoral votes. Woo. Luckily, the liberals got New York (31), Florida (27), and I believe we'll get California and possibly Texas as well. It's looking ab-fab sweety darling.
3) I have one of the top 10 highest grades in my English class. Aout! Yay!
4) I was mortally embarassed on Friday, got over it, and am now embarassed again. Not the best feeling in the world. Hopefully French class tomorrow will clarify things a little.
5) Speaking of French, there is a young man that sits near me and doesn't believe in global warming. He thinks greenhouse gases are a myth and that the world is as whole and healthy as it's ever been. Honestly, America's youth.
6) I've gone to two CSU volleyball games. We won both times! GO RAMS! The most recent one was tonight, and one of my coaches came with my mom, me, and Kacey. It was so COOL! I feel special!

Love bugs,
MagMac

My Bad! Halloween related!

2007-11-08T07:05:00.000-06:00

Woah, this really is pretty sad. I can't believe I didn't think of posting this earlier. This was my big Halloween happening, as you see my friend Adrianna put me in one of her videos! OMG, I was SOOOO (and still am) excited! She's practically a celebrity on Youtube, so *fluffs hair* let me just say I'd like to thank all the little people who helped me get where I am today...in one of Adri's videos! AHHHH! (I play the somewhat edited Hermione Granger. Heheheh.) My favorite part is toward the end though, and Adri herself makes her big entrance! It's amazing! She's so talented. And just to answer any questions about her, YES she drew all of this herself, and she uses Windows Movie Maker and MS Paint. That just makes this all the more amazing.

HP Quiz

2007-11-07T09:42:00.000-06:00

So this is what has been taking up my time recently. You're well aware that I'm a Harry Potter dork! WOOT WOOT! Anyhoo, I've taken a lot of these quizzed recently, and felt the need to make one. Yay, I got Ron! And no, it wasn't rigged. How dare you even suggest such a thing. Ron and I are just meant to be together.

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Happy Halloween!!!!

2007-10-31T16:03:00.000-05:00

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!

2007-10-28T16:56:00.000-05:00

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

2007-10-25T13:38:00.001-05:00

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

2007-10-25T11:19:00.000-05:00

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

2007-10-24T19:29:00.001-05:00

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

2007-10-23T18:57:00.001-05:00

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

2007-10-22T21:40:00.000-05:00

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

2007-10-13T22:51:00.001-05:00

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

2007-10-13T21:24:00.000-05:00

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!

2007-10-13T18:06:00.000-05:00

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!

2007-10-07T11:54:00.000-05:00

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

2007-10-04T23:39:00.000-05:00

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

2007-10-04T22:28:00.000-05:00

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)

HOMECOMING!

2007-09-29T16:29:00.000-05:00

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!?!?!

2007-09-28T23:21:00.001-05:00

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!

2007-09-26T20:27:00.000-05:00

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

2007-09-23T16:52:00.000-05:00

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

2007-09-21T18:52:00.000-05:00

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?

2007-09-18T17:47:00.000-05:00

" 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

2007-09-16T17:12:00.000-05:00

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!

2007-09-15T15:53:00.000-05:00

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

2007-09-11T19:01:00.001-05:00

The good side of artsy fartsy

2007-09-11T17:34:00.001-05:00

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

2007-09-09T00:46:00.000-05:00

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

2007-09-05T19:44:00.000-05:00

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.... :)

2007-09-03T15:39:00.000-05:00

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!

2007-09-02T10:59:00.000-05:00

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

2007-09-01T14:55:00.000-05:00

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

2007-09-01T14:33:00.000-05:00

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!

The stars aren't very bright tonight...

2007-08-30T21:11:00.000-05:00

Sorry, I had the need to quote the Magnificent Mikayla in her Luna Lovegood characterness. It's a long story, but the short version is that the Magnificent Mikayla herself was in the car with her relations and she had a Luna Lovegood space-out moment in which she said on quote, "The stars aren't very bright tonight...too many clouds." or something along those lines. She got some very odd looks.

Anyhoo, tis true. The stars aren't very bright tonight, (they usually aren't over a big city) but the moon is on fire! Well, not literally, but it's humongous and slightly orange. I love that look... I went out on my back porch to try and take a picture of it, but my camera was set on flash, and I heard this guy in another backyard go "Dude, what was that? That was so weird..." Haha, he'll never know that the starburst was really me and my camera.

Sooo, I had my famous "Freshman Orientation" this morning. I was happy to find out that I have three classes with the one girl in the entire school that I know. Ooo, and during the presentation, some seniors did a fashion show! What not to wear. It was pretty basic, but the models were quite amusing. And I will bet that the entire auditorium learned something they never knew before. The whole "saggy pants" fad that modern dudes are so fond of originally came from the prison system: for a man to give another man the signal that he was available. (Got some "eeews" from the audience on that one. Even if it wasn't true, it was effective.) The funny bit though, was that two of the male models, shall we call them, who were showing off their drooping pants, started giving signs to each other to "Ya know, call me!!" I think people started looking at me funny because I was laughing so hard. And another quick story in that genre: the assistant principle, or whoever was talking about this, was saying "Guys, we really don't need to see your boxers, or your tidey whities, because that is just not cool...I mean how many of you want to see me in my tidey whities?" (Disgusted groans from many boys in the audience) But one of our lovely male models raised his hand. Luckily, he was standing behind Mr. Principle, so Mr. Principal thought everyone had just started laughing at his joke. Yes, all in all, it was a very amusing fashion show. Sure, the rest of the presentation almost put me to sleep, but hey, some good laughs can make up for all that.

And, one quick story for the benefit of the Magnificent Mikayla. My Social Studies teacher's son is going to the same high school as I am. We met about twice, and the second time he had no idea that we had ever met before. So I assumed that we would not become good friends. I still am sort of assuming that...But to move on, as I'm leaving my shortened English class, someone comes up to me and says, "Your name's Hannah, right?" I say yes. Of course I do, that's my name. But I still don't know why this random boy knows it. He looks at me like I should recognize him. "You're my mom's student, right?" Me: "Oh yeah! You're John!" Of course he is. How dumb of me. "I was wondering why this strange person was talking to me!" He smiled. I wonder if he actually thought that was funny. But it was still nice having him recognize me! Maybe we'll have to do a book report together, or something. ;)

Speaking of book reports, I finished Lady Friday this afternoon. It was very good, as I expected it to be, but now I'm sad! The next book doesn't come out until 2008! What am I going to be able to do without my Keys to the Kingom fix? Besides, I was very upset with the character at the ending. I won't say anything else about it, so I don't ruin it for anyone, but you would expect him of all people to have more control over things instead of just letting her run the entire universe! But I am now zipping my lips. You shall hear no more from me on the subject.

In fact, it's getting rather late in my time zone, so I shall say adios. I'm mega-ly tired from having to wake up at 6:30 am this morning. Grrr...and I'll have to wake up even earlier when school starts. So I better start saving up on sleep now!

The Hills are Alive with the Sound of High School Musical.

2007-08-29T17:07:00.001-05:00

Ahahaha! I haven't seen HSM2, but this is too hilarious. Fits the music perfectly. I'm a youtube addict too...much to many's chagrin.

Back to my literature

2007-08-29T14:19:00.000-05:00

The past few days I've been spending a lot of time on the computer. I've been browsing blogger, and working on mi madre's website, which looks a lot better now then it did originally. But this time on the computer has actually helped me to grow sick of it. I know, I know, a thing I thought would never happen. You may be asking, "Why are you typing this then?" I'm not sure. I'm taking a break from reading I suppose.

Last night I tried to start reading Stormbreaker, the first of the Alex Rider series, they just made a movie out of it, etc, etc. But for some strange and unforeseen reason, I just couldn't get into it. It seemed so predictable to me. I don't know, maybe I'm just not one for guns and shooting and crap. I only go for the magical violence, Mwuahahaha. Anyhoo, (and this should make the Magnificent Mikayla very proud indeed) I have begun reading Harry Potter again. I am resolved. It is time.

I read the first four books when I was in about 2nd or 3rd grade and absolutely adored them. I fancy myself one of the earlier Harry Potter fans. Funny thing about that is, as many things seem to go in my life, my mother had to force me into them in the first place. I have this memory of walking through the mall before I had started reading the book, and seeing all the Harry Potter paraphernalia in the store windows, and ranting about how I thought that stuff was so dumb, and all the people who liked it so much were stupid for going so crazy over something like that. Ahhh, Hannah, what a foolish child you were. But how was I to know that I myself would soon become sucked into the Harry Potter craze?

Once my mother sat me down and started reading the first book to me though, I was entranced. I read ahead. Ha, a little thing like reading together with my mother wasn't going to slow me down. Like I said, I was hooked. Insanely so. I devoured them. My proud status, up until now, was as such:

I read the numbers 1-3 four times. Number 4 I read three times. And 5 and six I only read once. Let me say, I'm not a big fan of the last two. In fact, I didn't even plan to read the 7th because I would be forced to read 5 and 6 again in order to understand what was happening. My Magnificent Mikayla tried to talk me out of this idea, but I just made her (not of her own free will, so don't blame her) tell me what happened and I moved on. However, I have emerged from my state of denial, and I have seen the light. I'm going to read the series again, and finish it with a big bang: the newest and final book.

I wasn't aware that I had all of the books except the seventh. Mikayla, I did give you back your copy of the 6th one, right? I have no idea where the one I have came from. So odd...As is my entire collection. Once I got into the series, my shoppingful aunt Margaret went noodly. I think it must be because of her and her belief that one day all this stuff would become collectors items, that I have 1 copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, 2 copies of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, 2 copies of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, a whomping 3 copies of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, 1 copy of Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix, and 1 surprise copy of Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince, as well of a collection of ornaments, bookmarks, a fake wand, a homemade Hogwarts robe, and a series of miniature character figurienes. Sure, I gave a lot of that to the Maginificent Mikayla, (as she was a more loyal fan then me. I dropped out pretty much after the 5th book came out and I detested it.) but I still have the figurienes holed up in my attic somewhere.

Ahh, tootleoo my lovelies. My father is pulling me away to the library where I can pick up the book from my other series addiction: the Keys to the Kingdom! Yay!

"And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

Just for the joy of posting twice a day

2007-08-28T19:46:00.000-05:00

I have some wonderful unrelated subjects to blabber about! (As I often have blabberful subjects, I may often post more than once a day.) As you can see, our Magnificent Mikayla has finally joined us. Little did I know that she would adopt the lil nickname I have created for her. Perhaps it will stick? And I mentioned this in a comment: Congratulations on your first day of High school eva!

Blabberful Subject #1: Yesterday I got a phone call from a girl that a barely know. She used to go to my old school, but she's in college now, I think... Anyhoo, she called because she was moving, and she wanted to know if I would like her old prom dresses! Adur...I couldn't refuse, not with my dress up addiction and all. I think of it as doing the girl a favor...Well, I don't actually but I'm getting way off topic.

I don't know how I get this lucky, but all the dresses fit me perfectly! Except they were a tad large "across the bust" as my female role-model figures would say. So, I went downstairs and had my grandmother take some pictures of me in my make-believe model stance:

Tadah!

The first is the normal dress you think of when thinking prom...

The second has a very interesting bottom bit...And no those are not specks of dust on your screen, it is sparkly.

And (this truly is an awful picture) my favorite! Looks kinda dull from the front, but wait for it!

Ooo, look at that stray piece of hair going down my back...Wait! Don't! Oh, nevermind. It's pretty though, right? Look at how it tapers on the bottom. Ahh. *sigh*

Semi-funny story to go with the navy dress.I was wondering where I was going to be able to where these, considering I'm not exactly the girl all the guys go nuts for and ask to dances... Anyhoo, my dad says that I should wear it to one of my mom's art openings. She's got a couple coming up soon. Somehow I don't think that would be the greatest idea, do you? It seems a tad, I don't know, formal? Hahahaha. I love my father.

Blabberful Subject #2:

I haven't spoken a whole lot about my pets. Especially not my kitty cat! How awful of me. I shall fix this awful calamity immediately.

I mentioned in one of the other posts that I have a narcissistic kitty. Well, I don't know if that was necessarily the best adjective, but she is very pretty and she knows it. I mean look at her:

I don't know why her eyes always end up looking so yellow in pictures. They're really more sea-green. Gorgeous. She can tell. No wonder she sits in front of that semi-reflective window all day.

High School

2007-08-28T18:55:00.000-05:00

Okay, so I am (drumroll please.... thanks) the one, the only, Magnificent Mikayla!!!! Applause, applause.... :)
So, hannyloulou, my dear buddy has told you a bit about me... that's all fine and dandy, but I'd like to add a few things.
I am currently residing in a house.
I have two dogs... Penny, a Golden, and Zsazuu (Za-zoo) a Pembroke Welsh Corgi.
They're my babies....
Okay, I'm too tired to type anymore, so I'll add this....
What is the big deal about high school?
I had my first day today (cheers from the crowd... :)) and I was like totally freaking out last night... It's just like regular school folks!!! Granted, in reg. school, teachers don't go on and on about how you're gonna fail their Pre-AP Civics/English class, but still peoples... It's not as scary as it seems!
I was majorly ticked off this mornin'... I was waiting in the lunch line (thrilling, I know) and SOMEONE pulled the stinking fire alarm!!!! We were all rushed out of the building, etc. etc. (you know how it goes... :)) And stood around waiting for about 10 minutes.... Massive hunger was threatening to take over. So we're all let back in, and I'm back in the lunch line.... Then it hits me. I've only got 4 minutes left until my next class starts!!!! So I scarf down my trail mix that was in my backpack, and rush off to the other side of the school.... I'm waiting in my seat for 10 minutes with a bunch of other frosh, then the PA comes on. Students please go to your next class. The extended lunch is now over.

I could've karate chopped my desk in half! Starving here!!!
I haven't eaten a proper meal since breakfast, so I'm signing off!
Love Ya,
Magnificent Mikayla

Taking out my aggression

2007-08-28T09:00:00.000-05:00

Yesterday morning, I woke up at a reasonable hour, say 9:00, and I was very excited. There are about 5 computers in my household, three that actually work, and 1 that is connected to the internet. Well, 2 now I suppose. But yesterday was supposed to be the day that I have been waiting for for about 2 years...We were going to get wireless internet on the laptop! Mostly my laptop. You can see why I would be thrilled about this, right?

So the wonderfully techyfull computer man came to our house at 10:30 am. He didn't leave until around 1 pm I think...And he didn't give us wonderful news. He managed to get our other desktop computer hooked up wirelessly, but not the laptop. No, of course not. Never the laptop. And besides this awful not-wireless happening on the laptop, we heard that if we use it much more it will crash. We didn't do anything wrong, it's just that there are a whole bunch of corrupted files and the thing is 5 years old. Now, we had the option of paying $300 to have it fixed, or just buy a new one.

Haha, now here comes the really hilarious bit. Neither of my parents ever have any money, curse those dang bills, and they're always borrowing from me. Are you sensing where this is going? Huh? Yep, that is correct. I am the only one that has money, therefore, I am the one that has to buy the new laptop. Isn't that hilarious? Thank god I have money that I've saved in my bank account. I got more money from graduation and my birthday than I realized.

I'm ok with buying the new laptop myself. Then it will actually be my laptop and my parentals will have to ask my permission before they use it! Ha! The only real problem with this situation is that I can be an incredibly impatient person, and I don't want to wait forever (or what seems like forever) to find a notebook that they family can agree on. The guy who brought us this awful news belongs to a place that we could get a refurbished laptop from, but I'm afraid that it would take a long time to get a good one that I want. The upside from getting it from them, would be that I would know that it was in good working order, and there wasn't a bug or anything. On the other hand, I found one on the Internet that I like. And the other option is that my mother might get a discount if she uses her Marian College Faculty status...Who knows what's the best way to go? I sure don't. This really is an annoying situation, though.

Oh, and I forgot to mention the other glitch. It goes by a very posh name: Windows Vista. Yeah, the new operating system with all the glitches. We can't (well we could, but we're not going to)buy a brand new notebook because the posh brand-new operating system has bugs and makes your computer run slowly and junk. Grrr...Now I'm on the hunt for notebooks with the good old trustworthy XP. That's the upside of the notebook I found on the Internet. It was made for XP. And it's new. Yay! But, how do I know what I'm really getting when I buy it off the Internet? Is that really a good way to go? Oh jeez, I don't know. Deep down, I don't think so. We'll probably end up getting it from the techyfull guy, or Best Buy, or somewhere local. Haha, Best Buy. That reminds me of a story the Magnificent Mikayla told me about her search for her new computer. Let me just say it involves a rude store manager, two aggravated customers, and many loud obscenities. *snicker*

On a related topic, my mother is planning to pay me to finish her website. My mother is an artist, and she has a show coming up, so she wants me to get it finished before then. Now that's a job I'll enjoy. Here's a link to the current egg: http://leahsart.tripod.com/ I'll let you know when I finish. It should be jazzy. Hahahaha. That reminds me...There was an ad to "Pimp your page" and I teasingly asked Mom if that's what she wanted. She asked Dad what that meant and he said that it meant "fancying it up" so Mom said Yeah, that's what she wanted. I burst out laughing. My mother, the artist, who keeps mostly to earthy themes, wanted her page pimped. That's beyond funny. I can't help it...*giggles*

Ahhh, I'm all calmed now. See what letting out your aggression does for you? This song is very soothing, by the way.
Mercy Street - Peter Gabriel

Have an un-aggravating afternoon!

The Bird Has Landed

2007-08-24T19:52:00.000-05:00

The event we have all been waiting for has finally occured! Ok, so maybe it was just me, but I will try to overlook that.

I realize that I have mentioned nothing of my pets. I shall do so now: I am the proud keeper of two male budgies a.k.a. parakeets and a most narcissistic kitty-cat. My first birdie, whose name is Tony, I got for my 6th birthday, so he's more than 8 years old now. My second I aquired just a few months ago from the Magnificent Mikayla when she moved to Colorado.

Anyway, about a year after we got Tony, we had started letting him fly around the house. He seemed happier after we did this, and he became a quite adept flier fairly soon. And another year after he was zipping through the air, I was sitting next to his cage, and he landed on my head. Yes, that is correct, he sat on my head on built his nest in my hair. He didn't literally build a nest in my hair, but he did hang on it and look down into my eyes. Quite hilarious image.
(What I just said reminded me of a quote from another fantabulous book, Walk Two Moons, by Sharon Creech. It goes: "You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair." Love that, had to mention it.)

So ever since I got Marvel, Parakeet the Second, I let him fly around too, and I've been waiting for him to land on my head like Tony does. And today was the day!! I was washing both birds' cages in the bathtub, as is the weekly ritual in my house, and I set them flying somehow, and without a place to land they both circled a bit, but Tony landed on my head, and Marvel did too after he circled once more. I called my Dad in and he said, "You've got bird decorations!" which I suppose is an accurate way of putting it. I mean, look at this:

But don't look at my pimple. Curse those darn things...

This Trumps the Previous

2007-08-24T14:53:00.000-05:00

Yesterday, I believe, I began to rant about my deep and passionate love for movies. Well, I must say that even more than movies, books are the true love of my life. And since I have recently been given the means to tell cyberspace of my interests and desires (hence what you are currently reading) I must bestow upon you this great and wonderful knowledge!

My local library is such a great place. Sure, it's not the biggest in the area, but it's got a great collection of books, which I'm sure most libraries do. I forget what I was browsing for in the children's section...but I stumbled upon the series by Garth Nix, The Keys to the Kingdom, and I have become obsessed!! I'm on the 4th, Sir Thursday, at the moment.

The series starts out with Mister Monday and a boy named Arthur Penhaligon. He's new in town, and he's started school just two weeks after everybody else. Not an exactly easy thing I'm sure. But he's a normal kid and wants to fit in. Now, at this beginning point in the book, I was not thrilled. Arthur seemed to be acting very oddly for someone who wanted to be viewed as normal. He barricaded books around the table he was sitting at in the library so no one would be able to see what he was doing. That is just odd. I realize that he had just been thrown into a series of magical events that would be quite unsettling, and he accepted that too easily for my taste, but you're not going to become popular by building yourself a book wall. But I digress.

Once I got past his original reaction to the happenings in the story, I got reeled in. My poor descriptions cannot do the books justice.

There is a place called the House, and Arthur gets called there by something that calls itself the Will of the Architect. This all becomes immensly complicated (I managed to totally confuse my father). But put in my own words, the Architect is an entity very like God. She originally came from Nothing (Nothing is almost like matter in these books) and created everything else form Nothing. However, Nothing is really dangerous. It sometimes comes together to form creatures of Nothing called Nithlings. Oooo, I'm making this way too in depth. Anyhoo, the House is sort of like a compilations of mini-universes that are all connected. And time is different there, so no matter how long Arthur spends in the House, he will always return to Earth only a few minutes after he left. One of the quotes from the book that pops up frequently to annoy Arthur is, "Time runs true in the House and meanders elsewhere."

So, after the Architect somehow disappeared, the House was taken over by seven Trustees, or Morrow Days. There's Monday, Tuesday, etc. They're the days of the week, and they each control one of the mini-universes in the House. However, the can only interfere in the Secondary Realms (such as Earth) on their day of the week. They each have control of one Key, with magical powers that are supposed to keep order in their own mini-universe. And besides the Keys, they each have locked away somewhere, 1/7th piece of the Original Will of the Architect.

Anyways, Arthur (in a long series of events that I won't bother to mention) gets a hold of a Key. It's now become his job to take over Monday, and the following days of the week, and free their bit of the Will. As I said, it's all rather complicated when I try to explain it. But I have a solution for that for anyone interested:

GO AND READ THE BOOKS!!!! But beware, you may become just as obsessed as I am. Haha. Praise be to Arthur!!!

Movie Fanatic Gone Wild

2007-08-23T12:58:00.000-05:00

I don't know how many movies I've watched in my relatively short lifetime, but I know that it's a lot. I'm crazy about em, what can I say? The unusual part about this characteristic in me, (I don't think that it's very unusual in girls my age) is that most of the movies I've seen have been British. Well, maybe not most, but I bet I can boast (rhyme not intended) that I've been through a lot more BBC produtions that most 14 year olds. Speaking of which, my all time favorite Pride and Prejudice was the BBC version with Colin Firth. Ahh *sigh*. He's the best Darcy the world will ever see.

The reason I started thinking about movies this morning, was because several nights ago I got the 1999 movie version of the Scarlet Pimpernel from the library. I found it rather a let down after the book. (No, I did not need to read the book for school. It's totally normal for books that were writted a hundred years ago or more.) My favorite character in the movie was Sir Percy, as I'm sure you're supposed to like him best. But the movie didn't even have the same plot as the book! I was so confused in the beginning. There were all these characters that didn't exist in the book, and Margaurite was arrested. I was going "wha??" half the time. Oh well. Not all movies are as good as their book parents.

The exception to that rule, I believe, is the 5th Harry Potter movie that just came out. I detest the book, but loved the movie. I always (and I do mean always, so anyone who knows me will have heard this story about ten times) say that all that happens in the 5th book is Harry is walking down a hallway and going through puberty. I mean, come on! We don't need to hear about the hallway more than a million times... But anyway, when the movie came out, my dear Mikayla, who is a much bigger Potter fan than myself, you could even call her a fanatic, saw the movie twice in one day, then called me and told me all about it. I didn't mind, as I didn't plan to see the movie for quite a while due to my loathing of the book. Anyhoo, she told me about this line where Harry says, "I'm just so angry all the time!" and I burst out with a knee slap, "Yep! Adolescence!" So of course, when I go to see the movie with another friend of mine, I hear this line in the middle of an intense scene with Harry and Sirius, and burst out laughing in a completely silent theatre. The people sitting in front of us actually turned and looked at me, which just made me laugh harder. My friend, who I'm sure was extremely embarrassed at this point and wishing that she hadn't invited me, leans over to me and whispers, "Hannah! SHHHHH!" My, my. It was altogether a very amusing evening.

The long and the short of it is, I simply adore movies.

The Famous Bob

2007-08-17T11:46:00.000-05:00

Omg! You'll never guess! It's Bob! I can't believe it. It's too cool.

Bob is my backpack. I realize that it is rather unusual to name your backpack, but hey, that's what makes a person unique right? And if that's true, I'm unique through the roof. Because Bob is a cross dresser. He's rather confused about his identity. His group therapy sessions are trying to help him through that.

It began one fateful day in 7th grade. At a forensics practice if my memory serves me correctly. As you can tell, Bob has a handle, and that seemed like a very convenient place to hang my coat. For some reason, this image (of a backpack wearing a coat) struck me as extremely amusing. I rolled him over to my buddies, and introduced him.

"Hey guys, meet Bob. He's a cross dresser!" Of course that would be the first thing to come to mind since I named him Bob and he was wearing my pink suede coat. The thing was very feminine.

Over time, Bob evolved into a very lifelike character. Almost everyone knew him. As I rolled him down the hallway in the morning, random people would say hello, not to me of course, but to my backpack. Most of my teachers had been acquainted with him, and he was even formally invited to our 8th grade graduation. He was put on the class list in the hallway, and his attendance was taken, although it wasn't sent down to the office as that would have confused the secretary. Haha, I can see her face now. "Bob? Bob who?"

Bob who? Bob the Backpack of course!!

Introductions- Hi, my name's Hannah

2007-08-13T22:30:00.000-05:00

Ooo...look at all this pretty pink! I have a feeling that some people may gag if they see this... Haha. Well, get the bucket ready! I've been working on this layout for the past 2 hours, and I don't see it changing anytime soon. Grrr...Believe me, html could possibly be the most aggrevating thing on the face of the earth, or on the web anyway.

Anyhoo, this is a pretty impressive blog for only having been thought up about 4 hours ago. Yeah, so I'm all on the phone with my buddy in Colorado and I go, "We should make a blog" and TADAH! Hehehe. She won't have internet for another couple of days, so in the meantime, I'm all alone. I'm probably talking to myself actually. I can't think of anybody who would be reading this. I don't exactly have connections yet. Hopefully, this blog will eventually have readers. We're pretty interesting. I mean, there are all those people in the world who want to see into the mind of average teenage girls, right? And what a brilliant way to do that! Come on, how could it get any better than this??? Be serious now.

Ok, so in the days ahead, I intend to post random facts and stories. Now, if this was a book being published by some famous author, it would be extremely well recieved. Let's hope that we can do 1/100th of that well! (Is that even mathematically possible? I never was one for the numbers...)

Yippiekaiyay!