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Name: Michelle
Country: United States
State: Massachusetts
Metro: Springfield
Birthday: 7/2/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: I like factoids and other useless information. I love learning about new cultures. Video games are fun even if I suck at them. Reading is the best. MapleStory used to be my addiction but I can't play at college.
Expertise: Procrastination, complaining, melodrama. Three count tosses. Hopeless romanticism.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Procrastination
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  WasabiSushi Sama
Member Since:
4/19/2004
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| I will make this as short as possible.
I went to blogger, hated it, and left. But I missed blogging so I'm entertaining the thought of returning to... XANGA! Yes, scary I know. ^^;
Linguistically, I've made progress in French and Japanese. I can sing Happy Birthday in Japanese, write the names of the 12 zodiac animals in hiragana, and also write my name (Michi or Michiru). I learned the proper use of the subjunctive and simple past in french as well as brushed up on my imperfect tense. I can report the current weather conditions too. I'm thinking of taking the AP French test next year, and I've already signed up for French 5.
Japanese Club is awesome. We restructured some things. We have some new members. And we all finally have Japanese names!
Colorguard is fun. We have about 13 members for next year. I have both a band daughter and possibly band granddaughter.
And I am still with Robert. April 9th marks 1 year, 1 month.
And how are all of you? Miss me? (who am I talking to exactly...) | | |
| This is goodbye.
I'm headed over to blogger.com, if you care to look me up there. Eventually, I'll probably post a link to my blog there, or at least my username.
I've in a sense outgrown Xanga. First it was CrazyLife, then Melodramatic, and finally Xanga. Of course, I've had many smaller blogs in between, but those are the main three. Call me a site whore. Call me whatever.
I am ready to shed my writings of every day life. In order to refine my skills and improve, I realized that I must analyze and dissect instead of ramble. I'm excited that I get this new start. Not only with a new blog, but soon, a new year. A time for me to forgive and forget the past year's blunders.
For the last time. (I hope.)
~Michelle | | |
| So...I suck at keeping up a blog now a days.
It seems too trivial to keep this up. Before hand, I used it as an outlet to express my frustration and things that I might not be able to easily share with others. I guess I've grown out of that.
Between having actual friends and a boyfriend, my need to blog has become sated.
I am doing fine. School is getting boring, I wish I could jsut go off to college already. I had a fine marching band season. Japanese Club is doing well.
I know I didn't have a loyal following, but I feel like I'm letting people down by not posting anymore. I used to come online exclusively to blog! Maybe now that I've dusted the cobwebs off of this thing I'll use it occasionally.
Happy Holidays. | | |
| Going camping. Be back on Sunday. | | |
| I think that today goes down in history as the best birthday to date.
I was trying to be sort of modest but it was like my parents wouldn't accept my declination. First, my dad wakes me up at 7:30 am to open my presents. He got me three cards and a sapphire and diamond white gold pendant to match the ring he bought me on our cruise. My mom bought me the chain to go with it, and also a light up tiara with a '16' on it (tacky but fun).
Then, my dad and I went out to breakfast. After that we went to the mall, where he bought me three shirts, a pair of shorts, and two pairs of flip flops at Old Navy (I was willing to pay for it, I had money with me). He would ahve gotten me new converses too, but it was getting late and he had to get home and get ready for his part time job at a country club.
So, at this point, I was already blown away. When my mom came home, she drove to Bob's house to pick him up, and we three went to Ground Round for an early birthday supper. After that we went to Cold Stone to order my ice cream cake for my birthday party next week. Then we came back to my house and Bob and I chilled. He called his brother to see if we could go swimming, and his wife told us yes, but in an hour. So we wait, and call to confirm that we can still go swimming. Apparently his brother wasn't going to be home (unbeknownst to his wife) so we didn't end up going swimming.
I know this sounds really selfish and shallow, and I'm not saying you're wrong, but I realized how I was acting and how immature it was. I was really upset and pouty, but I knew I'd get over it after a while. My mom was mad that I was pouty so she was like "Do you wanna go to the movies? We can rent something for you two to watch, let's go now". She was very adamant about all of this, even though I told her I was fine and just to let me chill cause I'd be over it soon. Yet she continued on and I relented, allowing her to bring us to the movie store. There wasn't really anything I wanted, which irritated her. So I just ended up getting a Japanese horror movie that looked pretty good.
THEN, after all that, Bob's parents came and I ended up going to his house. I helped him set up a cable modem and then we hung out for a half hour until I was picked up at 9:30. And here I am now, 12 hours into my 16th year.
I thought that by trying to be gracious and humble, it was a good thing. It seems like whenever I really want things, my parents don't want to give them to me. Yet when I try to save them money by offering to pay for my own things, paying for them, or declining what I don't really need/want, they seem disappointed and want to give me those things. What, is this reverse psychology??? I mean sometimes they ever get mad when I say no. I try to keep an even voice and temperment because I'm whiny and overdramatic, but when I told my mom I didn't really want anything at the video store she was angry! So I got mad because she was turning this whole thing into something that was my fault, something that I had whined and bitched for all to no avail. What's up with that...
For some reason, the first half of my birthday was better. Maybe it was the pool thing. I dunno, but I was left with a strange, almost empty feeling. I don't know how to describe it, it wasn't bad or good. It was just...there. | | |
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