I AM HAVING A BAD DAY

I didn't get to finish my math test, which I NEED a good grade on. So I start off with a 90 because I had to hand it in before I could finish the last problem. 

And do you know what important things we had to do AFTER the test?

play hangman. 

I was forced to hand in my test 15 minutes before class ended so we could sit around and play hangman. 

And the day just went downhill from there, coz I'm angry. 

Too angry to write anything else, so I'll find a nice picture to post:

(an Icon I made a while ago of dear Seth Bolt from NeedtoBreathe)

Happy Easter!

I love Easter. It is just a good feeling, because you know that Jesus did what he did for you. So as long as you believe in him and what he did, you're all set. 

So Bona Pasqua Everyone!

On another note, I'm miffed coz we couldn't go to the concert...I'll vent about that later. 

But in the mean time, here is perhaps the greatest sign I have ever seen. 

I forget what store it was in, but I saw it, and me and Sarah just looked at each other and go "OH. MY. GOSH. Take a picture!"

So here it is:

From now on, every time I see a giraffe, I am going to ask for help. No matter what. DONE.

Eat Eggs!

~Mik

My Room Needs a Facelift

Or At Least some heavy-duty cleaning...

I even have pants laying around on my bed!

Thankfully this is all clean now. 

Sorta. 

In 48 hours I will have Breathed

LOVE MIK

I basically love the Nite-Time

And I basically hate essays about books that I hated. Thats a double hate. 

Only hate is a strong word, so I'll say I have a strong antipathy towards them. 

Yeah. 

But what I love is that these such essays let me stay up later I guess...only it's not the fun kinda of staying up like "Yay let's watch scary movies and eat popcorn on the couch."

Oh no. 

It's more like the "Darn it all I need more literary Criticism only none exists because no one has written about my topic in the history of topics written and I'm gonna get an F because I can't find any but if I make some up I'll get in even more trouble and it's late and I'm tired and wanna go to sleep and dream of happy things like ponies and cookies dipped in milk."

(Only the cookies will be dipped in milk, no soggy ponies)

So yeah...

and I also love how I procrastinate my essay by writing a blog about how much I dislike my essay. 

Good Times though, because I know at least 30 other kids in my class will be doing the same. 

I wish we all had anti-essay telepathy so we could talk to each other as we all sit in our rooms and stare angrily at our computers. 

This post has been longer than I had anticipated. 

So I will leave you with a random picture I've taken:

I freakin love people. 

Peace and cheers, 

MIK

Airport Shenanagins!

So we started up here by the road....

And we followed this landing strip down to that tiny building in the distance....

And arrived here....

And here is where we almost died. Sorta. 

Grrrrr

So I had a date and no dress....and now I have a dress and no date. 

Sigh. 

I'm just not having a good day. 

I've been cleaning my room, which is semi-clean now, and I had planned to do all these fun things this weekend, but Saturday is almost over and all I have done is find out I'm dateless and make my room halfway clean. 

Not that I need a date to have fun, but I told my friend who booked the limo to reserve me 2 spots, and now I only need one, which means everyone is gonna have to pay a bit more. And they are gonna be mad at me. 

Also I have a fair amount of homework this weekend, and all I have done was read a packet, and that was while I was babysitting last night and I was basically asleep. 

My heart just feels funny right now. Like its slowly deciding that it wants to be somewhere else, other than beating inside me. (wow, that sounded really emo right there!)

Maybe not that extreme, I dunno, I'm just in a sad mood. 

Oh AND I am supposed to teach Sunday School tomorrow, and the other girls STILL have not called me back. 

Looks like it's gonna be up to rushed phone calls on Saturday nite. (AGAIN). 

I mean I try, I send them emails at the beginning of the week, and they respond and say they will call me, but they don't. 

I try. 

I really do. 

On a happy note, Jessie and I had a fun time at the Airport. On a scale of 1-10 on how freaked out we were, I gave it a 5, and she a 6. 

It was creeeeeeepy. 

Muy creepy. 

But I wanna go back. 

Bye Bye everyone. 

Maybe I'll vlog a bit today. 

Mik

So basically prom is frustrating. 

I have to:

1. Find a dress that looks expensive but isn't
2. Find shoes that match
3. Paint my nails and toes
4. Get a fancy hairdo
5. Find a limo and organize who will be in it besides me
6. Find money to pay for all this, plus the ticket (ouch)
7. Find a nice boy to go with me (like that'll happen in Franklin)

And if I were a guy, I'd have to:

1. Ask a girl
2. Rent a tux
3. Buy a ticket

DONE

Being a girl is so complicated sometimes. 

Anyways, I went dress shopping the other day with Jessie. 

I never found "the one". 

But I'm gonna keep looking obviously. Or go naked. 

I chose dress. 

But I also think it would be classy to go in a dress and Converse. Nice. 

Here are a few highlights of the shopping event. 

After all this, I was excited to shop more. 

But then in bed that night, I was like:

"Maybe I just won't go to prom."

Here's Why in List Form:

• I can't dance very well
• It is expensive like mad
• I'm not sure if it is worth the stress
• I'll feel weird if I go without a guy, but I doubt anyone will ask me. And I'm not the type to ask. 
• Prom Drama has already begun
• Someone will no doubt spike the punch

SIGH. 

But then I told myself that I should go. 

Here's Why:

• I get to dress up like a princess
• I can ride in a limo for the first time
• It's fun getting all dressed up
• I will have a summer job, so I'll get more money
• This is supposed to be the "best night of my life"
• I'll feel really left out if I don't go
• Someone will no doubt spike the punch. 

So I lost against myself 6 to 7. 

I guess I'm going to the prom. 

Peace and List-Happiness, 

Mik