Child Support

I feel really blessed to have such a supportive family. In everything I've wanted to do with my life they have cheered me on. When I was young, and wanted to be a singer, my parents always said, "You have a beautiful voice. I will always love to hear you sing." As I wrote poems for school, for pleasure, for whatever season and time they let me read them aloud, over and over if I wished. They swore the poems were so original and so special. They told me to keep going, to follow my love. When I said I wanted to be an artist, or a painter, they bought me paints and pencils and canvases. They praised my smallest works and tried to connect to what I had made. With each piece of paper covered in colors, there was a small feeling that I had done something worth something. When I wrote chapters upon chapters of novels still unfinished, they listened as I read the early works, the edits, and the complete segments, marveling at what I had written. (Even when I was unsure of what I'd created.) They have all read blogs I've written and commented on what they liked, or insights they were glad I have. When I started in theatre, my family said, "You're dramatic alright. I can see you on the stage." They come to every performance they can, and don't mind my many questions like,"What was your favorite part? Did you see what we did here? Was that funny?" When I picked up the ukulele, then the guitar, they suffered through my learning. They listened to every false chord and every song that took 10 times longer than it should, as I struggled to place my fingers where they ought to fall. They smiled once I finally understood one thing or another. They cheered me on when one or two songs were easy, finally. My mom helped me to pick out an electric guitar, and convinced my dad to let me buy it with my own money. Afterwords, he searched high and low to find an amp for me. Now I feel like I know what I really want for my life, to be a psychologist, and to let people talk to me all day. Ha. And my family is still behind me, cheering me on. My mom buys me pyschology books, and my sister endures my philosophical musings and attempts to make her tell me 'how that makes you feel'. My dad says what smart children he has, and he has faith we will both do great things. I don't know where I would be without all the guidance, love, and support I've been given. I know that I wouldn't be the same though, and I would never have made it to where I am.

(And in all those examples I didn't mention: wanting to become president, crocheting, dental hygienist..I'll think of more later.)

Waste of My Time

We came here together
That's the only effort you've put in
And my mind is getting empty
You're too busy holding up your grin

And I'll leave you or I'll keep you
Either way I'll be fine
But if you're not willing to play you're part
Then you're wasting my time

You're asking all those questions
That don't tell you anything at all
Do I look like I like sushi?
Didn't come here to talk small.

And I'll leave you, I don't need you
Either way is perfectly fine
Cause if I'm not feeling a single spark
Then you're wasting my time

And I'm catching the glances
And weighing my chances
Of being here with anyone else
Maybe you thought that you had me
But I'm not sittin' on your shelf

And I'll leave you or I'll keep you
Either way is fine
But if you're not trying to win my heart
Then you're just wasting my time

You're lookin' where I'm lookin'
Then you're reaching for my hand
Aren't you such a romantic?
Every movement conducted as planned

And I'll leave you, Can't believe you
Who would honestly fall for that line?
And listen close cause I'll say it once
You're such a waste of my time

"Check please."

We use to be bestfriends but then we quit talking as much, hardly any at all, but I want things to go back to the way they use to be. What do you think?

This is hard for me. Some people grow apart and sometimes it is for the better. I do want to know you though and figure out why that happened. I lose friends a lot and that hurts me, but then, I feel so much older when I'm with them again-like I've left- the person I was isn't there any longer. Things don't always return to how they used to be, because life isn't like that. But definitely send me a message or something so we can talk more personally, okay? Love, Mik

Rhetorical questions accepted. Real questions answered.

Theatre Camp & Rambles

So I've officially run out of youtube videos from people I'm subscribed to to watch and I have nothing to do, or so it feels. I could go and clean my room (I might, later), or read my book I'm almost finished with or something, but I kind of feel a bit stuck. I guess it's like anticipation and what it brings. I can never do anything productive about an hour before I do something, and since this something is tomorrow my anticipation is setting in tonight.

Earlier tonight we went to Dollar General since it is just up the road and bought a bunch of junk food for me to pack for lunch this week. I have Sun Chips, (this is where I give up on brand capitalization) fruit roll ups, flamin' hot cheetos, ramen soup cups, easy mac, tiny cereal boxes, marshmallows, de-shelled sunflower seeds (I'm cold, I'm gonna go put on pajamas. How cool would it be if you could read blogs in real time? (How lame am I? Haha. Like anyone would want to watch me write a blog. Or anyone, know? I just, it'd be like a sport. Well, more like golf. Prime time blog writing-LIVE!) Like, as people wrote them. I dunno why but I think that would be fun. See the edits and shtuff. Okay, back now. I have on like fuzzy long pants and 3 quarter length sleeves. I don't know if you read my blog about my house being too cold for me, but I was serious about that. Also, I totally don't match right now and I almost never do with sleepwear. How about you? Do you like to match?) , I have some Cheerwine, the v8 that Chessa and I like, and juice boxes. I feel like such a little kid with my juice boxes but I really don't mind. In my head some kid I don't know at camp passes by me and my friends eating lunch and says,"Juice box, really? You are such a dork." and then I give them a look and say, "Does it look like I mind?" and squirt my juice at them. =D Oh! The things that go on in my head. I also bought some SPARKLY eyeshadow. I did not realize it was sparkly when I bought it. I hope I like it though and it isn't overpowering. I will wear it tomorrow and you tell me.I don't really know what to expect. I've never done anything like this. But positive outlook as always.

Also, tomorrow Mariah, Jamie, and I are going to see Sorcerer's Apprentice at the Gem. If you read this and would like to come, tell me! I already saw it with Ashley on Saturday but I would like to see it again anyway. It's a very lovely movie and funny. I cannot stand a movie without a little humor. Also, great music in it.





Speaking of great music:
http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=MyTerribleFriend&annotation_id=annotation_456311&feature=iv#p/a/u/1/sD1zdxNbv50

If you enjoyed Pomplamoose you will like this. Or just if you can dig some really interesting but mellow sound.

Things on My Desk

• monitor
• keyboard
• mouse pad
• mouse
• speakers
• softlips chapstick
• 3 picks ( 2 green-one of them with smiley face stickers on one side, 1 black)
• 2 containers of vitamins ( 1 animal shapes that tastes rather sour, 1 Nickelodeon themed)
• sticky notes
• index cards with mariah's old vocabulary words
• Pizza Hut seasoning packet
• keychain clip
• 2 sets of fingernail clippers ( 1 working better than the other)
  
• 2 pocket knives ( 1 large, 1 small)
• white heart bead bracelet
• dental floss
• 2 lip glosses ( 1 mint, 1 vanilla)
• Puss in Boots marker that I got from a cereal box
• pomegranate hand sanitizer
• yellow kazoo
  
• 2 tickets to Legends in Concert at Surf Side Beach
• a tape dispenser
• my old locker lock
• a round hairbrush
• assorted paperclips,tacks, and rubber bands
• assorted pens, pencils and markers
• scissors
• assorted cd's
• blank cd's that look like records that my mom bought me
  
• 2 GB stick drive
• 2 pieces of paper bearing the chords to Precious Time by The Maccabees
  
• picture frame
• mask
• 2 candles (1 purple, 1 yellow)
• index cards
• video camera

The point of that? None.

I never knew what I was thinking.
And you could just stop.
Because if I keep trying I'll be crushed again.

You only USED eleven words! And it was still profound!

I wish I could take pictures in the dark.
Isn't that silly?
Not night-vision.
Just there.
In the majesty of darkness and how everything is so ALIVE.
And I'm softer with the shadows.
And the colors fade and skin turns to porcelain.

Reasons My House is Stinkin' Cold

1. My mom
2. My dad
3. Their insensitivity to my THERMO-NEEDS

Reasons To Like Boy Meets World

1. Old school, you grew up on that stuff
2. Everyone wants love like Corey and Topanga
3. All the girls still like Shawn's hair-no matter how out of date it is
4. Almost every episode has a happy ending
5. Morals
6. Jokes that are still funny
7. Catch phrases, memorable quotes "DUCKIES!"
8. Plays With Squirrels : Lose one friend, lose all friends, lose yourself.
~ Boy Meets World
9. Consistency
10. FEENEEHH!


In conclusion, watches, chocolate, cheese, this is why we revere the Swiss.