Evening I guess,
Seeing as how this is my first ever blog attempt, I'm not a hundrend percent sure on the deal on how to ummm......compose my advise and problems ect. So for starters, the dish on why exactly 'm blogging.
Now call me crazy but it's my technique on relieving myself of unwatned baggage. I've tried everything: Journals, diaries, person memo's, so called talks with close friends and family and even talking out my days events to myself. Blogging is something that hopefully I can hold on to because, as guessed, the other techniques didn't go so well. Ha.
So heres to my very first -official- attempt of blogging:
Heyyyy,
Todays events went from ordinary to even MORE ordinary...well as far as my familys Sunday events go. Woke up around the nineish mark and had a shower. Washed my hair but still is in the same disgusting mess it has been for the part week. At a breakfast of piclets that I made myself with the lovely assisstance of my Mother. They tasted and looked somewhat what I though a years olds piclets would look like. So....terrible. Mum and Dad went out on wha:t I think of as my Dads usual weekend specialty. Basically he always has this really annoying idea of making us all sit down and have a apparent gourmet style lunch, where he explains the nature and backround of his inspired dishes. So of cousrse, as usual he an dmy Mother had to go by the ingredients. While they were gone I made a very slow, drawn out attemt to clean my room for the uptinth time. I was planning to have an outing today, hopefully. But of course karma hit my like it does and my phone ran out of battery when my friend woh I rang yesterday to plan an outing, tried ringing me times to plan something and texted me, what twice telling me 'Dude, seriously, pick up your phone. Emergancy. Are you free?'
So how'd I do? OMG. It's so...so....BORING!!! Haha.
Meh..I'll get better. We hope!
I actually originally planned to have regular epic, question life and death discussions with my "blog" pouring my inner most hearty-lovey-touchy-feely emotions into it...guess not eh? Maybe next time.
But, for now, its 9:51PM on a SUnday evening. I'm lying in bed with sand in my eyelids wondering how I ever shall wake up for early band practice in the moring, stay awakr through boring class discussions all day and do netball training in the afternoon. I'm in for a bag eyed treat.
NIGHT BEAUTIFULS xoxo
-ps. don't let the bed bugs bite!
Hi. Incase my blogs name isn't enough of a hint. This is a blog about being well..me. Mikaela-J. May I hope that my page bring a smille upon your face and makes lines of thought crease your forhead. Haha! Enjpy my lovely's!!!
