Jessica

We hear the sound of boots stomping around upstairs. I pop up from my loft. Mikaela has a smirk painted across her face. As our eyes meet, we know. She's up. The freaknut has awaken. For some reason, the longer she has been awake, she feels it necessary to make that much more noise. My alarm, set for an hour or two later this morning, has yet to ring. No snooze buttons for me today. The red-haired creature has made her presence known. At one point she decides to vacuum. It sounds as if a machine gun shoots incessantly at the ground. Her ground is my ceiling. So I begin to roll back and forth on my loft, mere inches from the tiles above, to avoid any wounds from her shots. Why must she insist upon waking me up when the sun still sleeps? She must. She gallops down the stairs and thrusts open the creaky front door. As she leaves for class she slams the door and cries "freedom."

"Freedom."

Her name? Jessica.

mikaela

Lying on her bed with a smirk painted across her face, she texts. I stare at her creepily, but she refuses to notice my gaze. Everything about her screams "I love my yellow sweater and I don't care who knows it." Her braid extenuates the the curves of her face while her nose ring draws attention to her hairy nostrils. She is at peace on her marshmellow bed. Her burnt marshmellow bed. Brown and comfy in all its glory. Despite her stressful research paper, she refuses to work. She sticks it to the man - her professor man. Sight out of my left eye is impaired because of her shiny nose ring. Her nose glistens so much that I am literally blinded. She enjoys walking barefoot in the rain; she feels free to roam about the streets and cry victory.

Mikaela.

oh kend

despite kendall's belief that this blog sucks, i am determined to prove her wrong. also, considering this blog is primarily for her viewing, i will continue to write as if she is not here and in third person. there isn't as much freedom writing in a blog when you're at home because if you write about friends or family, they are all here and could potentially see me writing in this online journal or stumble across it during the day while surfing the web. when you're off in your own world in...oh i dunno...let's just say spain for example, there's so much going for you. there are hippies you can make fun of. not to mention the language barrier, so even if a spanish woman who is your host...oh i dunno...let's just say carmela for example, she won't even understand what your blog would be about. oh the life of a spaniard. i would enjoy that very much so. being able to speak slash understand spanish in general would be a great feat for me. on a more serious note kend, i am currently being humbled by the Lord and learning that my weaknesses are filled with his strength. if i am not tired and weary, how will God use an arrogant vegg?

cam decides to blog

i love my boyfriend cam so much. he is so nice to me. he gets me everything bagels from einstein's and coffee really early in the morning. just to surprise me. he's so good at surprises. and he's super tan and super buff. my name is cam and i think i'm cool.