Last Day

Final day of BEDA and I wish it could go out with more of a shebang. You've listened to me moan and groan, hope for the best, write things that didn't make much sense, and make excuses. I'm so thankful for my readers though and it makes doing this more worth while. Venting in itself is great though.

Today has been a surprisingly great day. Tonight we traveled here,there, and everywhere. My favorite part was sitting in CVS. It was taking forever to get Mariah's prescription straightened out. We went back and forth speaking spanish to each other.
"Quiero dormir. No, necesito dormir."
"Si, yo tambien."
"Tu eres a buen mama."
And so on, and it was great.
But my legs hurt from walking around so much and at one point I was laying in the fetal position with my back on the ground just staring at the ceiling. My mom walked right by, looking at the vitamins, like this was just a normal thing. Me amo mi familia. Son fenomenal.

The Song On My Mind:

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

Dear Lovely Readers,

Lovely readers,
I am in the midst of writing an epic for my honors english class and kind of can't be bothered to write anything else until I finish that. I thank you for your enduring support and your wonderful comments which, when given, make my time seem worthwhile.

I love you all,
Mikaella

P.S- A gift.

Uhmm

Sojourners in the night
Not held and captivated by the daylight
Wandering souls meeting in the quiet dark
To softly linger and relish the spark
Firsts and lasts to smiles and tears
Left in the dark, left with the fears

Today I got my permit and that is nice.

Can't Stay Angry For the Life of Me

It burns hot,bright, and there is passion.
There is fire
and the earth quakes.
And I bet I'm not that pretty
when I'm mad.
Then as the eye in a storm
the winds subside
and all is calm.
And it doesn't come back.
There is no other side to my hurricane.
No aftershock.
No debris from my tornado.
It melts and I don't hold contempt.
Your face hasn't the effect I thought it would.
You make it out with your life
and I never have the chance
to do something I will regret.
Can't stay angry for the life of me.

Yo peeps

Yo peepzles.
This is M-dizzle.
M-dizzle doesn't even write her own blog.
Why would she write Mikaella's?
That's right.
She wouldn't.

I tried to shirk on my responsibilities but nooooooo. Can't catch a break. Mariah could be funny and charming and win all of you with her wit, but noooooo!

Mariah:Blarg. Onomotopoeia. asdfjkl;

*buuuuurp* -Mikaella

That is her greatest contribution to this particular blog. Oh wait! There goes another. *buuuuurp* She would like to attribute this gasiness to Mtn. Dew, but I won't let her. My shoulder hurts. Why?-mikaella says. I don't knooooooow.

Mikaella, again, yeah, that didn't work. Someone is tired and not cooperating. Now she's sleeping on the couch with my mom. That sounds nice. I might go lay down soon too. Uhm....uninspired and tired so, bye for now.

Letters: A Song In Progress

I wish that we could talk
I wish I could hear
I wish that I could know about
The people you hold dear.

And if I had the words to say I would write you letters.

Letters that I wrote when I was crying.
Letters that I wrote with loved ones dying.
Letters that said all they were supposed to.
Letters that made you smile.
Letters say'n I'd be round in a while.
Letters I could give you, when my words just failed.

And if I had the words to say I would write you letters.

La da da da da da da. La da da da da da da da. La da da da da, la da da. (x2)

Letters that made no sense at all.
Letters with leaves mailed from the Fall.
Letters that you would keep.
Letters that you would read again.
Letters just to prove that I am your friend.
Letters from me, letters to you.

And if I had the words to say I would write you letters.


So that is all I have for now but I really like it. It's a slow and flowy D, Gm, G,D,C,G,D thing. Just kind of happy chords and thoughts and pictures. And I love it.

Tonight in the car we were listening to music, my mother and I, and I was tired and the rain was falling and I had some slow songs on my iPod. The sky was a delicate but deep blue and it was beautiful. She told me how one of the songs we sang tonight almost always made her cry and she just couldn't help it. I started talking about how I wasn't much of a crier. She said she wasn't either but she is more so than I am. So I was like, "I'll have a kid, and they'll place it in my arms and I'll look down at my angel with that tiny,beautiful face and say,













'EPIC WIN!'"

Skipping

Yesterday was the first time I skipped a day with BEDA, but honestly, yesterday was awesome. The week went fast but Friday just felt like 3 days in one. The dynamics of it. I woke up late, went to school, got my research paper peer edited, had a sub for spanish, hugged a lovely friend, almost cried, did sort of poorly on a test, did test corrections 15 minutes after the test, road home, spilled my guts to my mom, went to goodwill, went to walmart, came home and dyed my hair, spilled my guts again, went to the hospital to see kortni, and stayed awake as long as I could.

Today I also have a lot to do and that stinks. I feel the need to relax and lay under the sun with my eyelids baking and a contented smile on my face. I wish I could remember the funny things I'd seen yesterday that I wanted to write about. Have you ever seen the movie Baby Geniuses? You haven't? Well, shame on you. The pediatrics wing of the Cabarrus hospital reminded the BABYCO place or whatever in that movie. It was crazy, like not even real.

Needless to say, (don't you hate when people say that?) keep Kortni in your thoughts and prayers while the doctors are trying to figure things out.

I just now did the finishing touches to my paper and I think it's pretty great. Isn't it funny that no matter how much you love someone you still most of the time don't want to read their 5 page paper about a Greek god? Haha. So now I'll go and clean some stuff. I'm sure Mariah will enjoy me cleaning her car. So, another blog will come tonight about revival and whatever happens.

I love you.