To Mickie, Love Blog

Dear Mickie,

You are a beautiful, strong, independent and incredibly charming woman. How could I possibly stay mad at you?

I forgive you.

Love,
Blog <3

P.S. The answer is yes.

Post Number Ten - So, How About That Local Sports Team...?

Dear Blog,
I know it's been a long time since I've communicated with you. And believe me, I feel awful about it. I could give you my list of excuses: I was really busy studying for exams; I spent a lot of time at Christmas with my family; nothing exciting enough to blog about happened to me; I got HBO. But these are, like I said, just excuses. The truth is, I've gotten slack in my side of the relationship. Well, that just won't do, Blog. You're better than that and we both know it. Please, Blog, please forgive me! I would despair to think that things have become cold and awkward between us! I couldn't bear to have to go back to simply making small talk with you - you with whom I've shared my deepest feelings, stupidest moments and bitterest (real word?) actions. There are only a handful of real people who know me as well as you do, Blog. And, to tell you the truth, my relationship with you has lasted longer than any relationship that I've had with a real guy. But you knew that already, didn't you? Blog, rest assured that I intend to devote more time to you in the weeks and months ahead! I won't lie to you, there may be lapses in the time that I spend with you, but I promise, I'll work on it! Blog, you mean so much to me, and I hope that you feel the same. After all, no one real has the patience to listen to me, and it's highly unlikely that anyone actually reads you. We're all that each other has! And Blog, did you really think that I would leave you hanging like that? That I would just quit you cold turkey? Never! I have more class than that! If I was going to leave you, I would show you the respect you deserve by telling you the truth, face to monitor! I would never, ever, tell you over msn, just like I wouldn't trick you into starting a relationship with me!! (Whoa, did I just go there? Yes I did.) Because I do respect you, Blog, and I am not a coward! To conclude, Blog, I would once again like to beg your forgiveness and to reaffirm my committment to you. Blog, I have a serious question that I would like to ask you: Will you go steady with me?

Post Number Nine - Peter "Guitar God" Andrews' Freestylin' and Chase-hatin'

This is my expert footage of Pete Andrews (billed as "the Next Jack Johnson") performing two of his hit songs in the intimate M&M Lounge. The explanation for the negativity towards Chase will be given in a later post (hopefully soon to follow). Meanwhile, sit back and enjoy the show!

Post Number Eight - A Shadow of Who I Used to Be

I woke up this morning but something was different. At first I couldn't put my finger on it. I just lay in bed for hours, not sleeping, not reading, not studying. Just being. Just doing nothing. I knew something was weird about me today. I had a funny feeling in my stomach, but I didn't feel sick. I didn't know if it was a mental weird or a physical weird. When Morg came home from class, I told her about my weird. I said "Maybe I'm sick. Maybe I'm bored. I just don't know. Maybe I'm sad." Morg looked at me and said, "Well, you did seem kind of emo last night...". And that was it. I knew what it was. Somehow during the night, I became emo. I don't know what triggered it. I don't know how to stop it. I don't know if I want to. I decided to just roll with it. So I did my make-up emo-ly and I dressed emo-ly to the best of my ability. Believe it or not, I don't have a lot of the standard emo fare in my wardrobe. I gave myself emo tattoos with my favourite black pen (FYI, a cafeteria lady thought they were real). I also gave myself an emo tear with eyeliner (black, of course). I wrote an emo message on my whiteboard that explained that I was too emo to answer the door. I downloaded emo music (I'm not too familiar with emo bands, so I just chose bands that I remember seeing on my sister's Ipod). And naturally I took [myspace] pictures to record my emo-ness.

Anyway, I'm just going to post my pictures and leave now. I have a lot of sitting alone to do.

Post Number Seven - For Some Reason, We're Stupid Today

About 20 minutes ago, Morg and I had a quote fest. As in, we said a series of things that made us laugh. Probably they won't make you laugh. But I felt that I had to record them for posterity. I may also include other quotes, some said at other times and/or by other people. Commence!

1. Morganne: Mickie, come here and look at this text I sent this morning.

Text: It will have to be a minty thank-you. Thank you so much!!

Mickie: How could this happen?

Morganne: I sent it this morning. At 9:00 a.m.. When I was in bed. I knew that I could sleep-talk. Turns out I can sleep-text too.

Mickie: BWABWABWA (i.e. laughter)


2. Mickie (eating a grapefruit): I was just about to tell you that grapefruit is my favourite animal.


3. Morganne: Remember that text that I just showed you? It said that "It" will have to be a minty thank-you. What do you think "it" is?

Mickie: Ahh, "it", the ubiquitous pronoun.

Morganne: Haha, yeah, so true

Mickie: Did you like how I just played it off like I know what "ubiquitous" means?

Morganne: Yeah, that was good. I totally responded like I knew what it meant too.

Mickie: Yeah, I noticed. That was really good.


4. Friday, when Morg and I went to Tim Horton's for bagels

Mickie: Hey, look! There's totally a place called "Fabutan"!

Morganne: I could really use a tan.

Mickie: I'm not really a fan of the tan.

Morganne: Of the fake tan, or the tan in general?

Mickie: Of the tan in general. I'd rather be pale. Like alabaster.

Morganne: Oh I love the tan. Need the tan. My kingdom for a tan!!


5. At the Semi-Formal

Mickie (to Morganne): You're not going to remember any of this tomorrow.

Morganne: I will! I'm not thaaaat drunk.

Mickie: Fine. We'll come up with a codeword. If you can remember it tomorrow, then I owe you an apology.

Morganne: Fine, what's the codeword?

Mickie: Ummm.... Fabutan!


6. Every time anyone from our house sees someone else from our house

Person 1: OH, HEY

Person 2: OH, HEY

Post Number Six - Semi-Formal Pictures

Here are the photos from my house's Christmas semi-formal on Saturday. Not to worry. There will most certainly be a write-up to come (actually, that may be cause for worry, considering that my posts are each usually the length of a small to medium-sized novel). I just don't have time to do one right now. Although I have spent several minutes writing this paragraph, when I could have just posted the photos and let it be.












(For the record, I only took this emo 'myspace' picture because I was using Morg's camera and I wanted to leave her a lovely memento. It's not my fault that it turned out so well. I'm just too good-looking for my own good.)

Post Number Five - Name Dropping

Emma called Morganne. It brightened my day.