My Stepsister

Listen, I've heard quite a few impressively strange things. However, this takes the cake. When I moved here I was made to get a job and was hounded until I got one. My stepsister Tricia had a job, she had two and was allowed to quit both and claimed the reason behind it is her bi-polar. In case you haven't noticed retarded citizens hold jobs. People with actual mental disabilities hold jobs. There is no fracking excuse for anyone who is as smart as she claims to be to not hold a job. You see this is not the problem however. The problem is that even though she has no money she continues to spend money she does not have. Not to mention that my parents allow her to go wherever she wants in their car without making her pay for gas. Does anyone else see the flaw in this?

My House is Wack

So, I'm not sure what to say really. It kinda caught me off guard that my dad would come in cussing and spitting. It's really not like him at all. He said I needed to straighten up my attitude and pretty much told me and my sister that we were lazy leeches. It just seems to me that my sister and I were a bit singled out in this case... However despite my distaste for such a vulgar display I did what I was asked. My new rebellion is talking only when I want to and otherwise being the ideal, quiet, child.

the stinkeye

I've been getting the stinkeye from everyone in my house... is that a bad sign.

WHOAH!

Picture this, you are walking down the street and you hear the most hardcore thrash sound EVER. You listen behind in the alleyway for a few and vow to return later with your friend who also enjoys said music.
You return later to find that the crazy music is gone. Your buddy who you brought along knocks on the door to the garage and a bloodcurdling deathmetal scream exlodes from the warehouse. You and your two buddies are so fearful for your lives that you scatter and meet up at a local establishment.
You begin to walk down to Rite-Aid to purchase junk food and BAM one of your friends is straightarmed by a 300 pound skinhead covered in tattoos from head to toe and he turns to your other friend and begins to scream in his face for a short time until he leaves in a scary as hell cloud of dust.
You attempt to shrug off the adrenaline and continue with your buisness. You find five dollars on the ground at a gas station(WIN!) and then are promptly questioned by the cops.

THE END
true story btw

I'm Pissed

I light a candle in the house and suddenly I'm a drug addict.
Fuck the people in this house.

Neglect

Okay so I've neglected my blog...
I've neglected my blog a lot.
I've been busy with my crappy job, my recently more difficult school work, and my band that is now gaining personal momentum. It's not like anyone reads it anyway. So lets catch you up.

Mykle is currently in agreement with a friend to quit drugs. I am constantly craving a new escape.
Mykle works at Subway in Perry. I hate it.
Mykle's family thinks he is a stoner. I am disappointed.
Mykle isn't sleeping well anymore. I am constantly tired.
Mykle's family is now giving a monetary allowance to each individual in the house to pay for food.(As opposed to eating together.)
Mykle's sister has a boyfriend. The guy is pretty cool.
Mykle has been to prom with his friend Kelzie. Got asked to his prom by Jessica but turned her down due to lack of money.
Mykle's band has recorded a crappy cover. "Yay!"

Thats the lowdown.

The Job

Yeah, I'm pretty much down with working at Subway...

Catching up

So here is the short version of what went on recently in Mykle's life. Mykle ran his first two races at a track invitational. Mykle turned in the forms so he could go to prom. And finally, Mykle has gotten his interview with Subway rescheduled. In an hour or so Mykle will sprint out the door and into the passenger seat of a maroon car and receive a ride to said interview and then get dropped off at his place of education. Mykle is worried that he will have to quit track in order to work this job. Mykle is also worried that he wrote this entire post in the third person...

Mondays

I never could quite get the hang of Mondays.
Today I had the worst day ever at school and found out the interview that canceled my track meet is now canceled. So now I have to talk with my coach and find out what events I can do at the meet if I decide that coming is the best idea.

This Week

This week is like a new song in my poor little musical.
Three days ago, or was it four, I fell of my bike. Suddenly everything changed.
My parents told me I could do whatever I wanted as long as I told them where I was going and it didn't affect the household.
Then, I received a call today saying I had a job interview coming my way.
Heres the big problem: Track.
Track is my favorite thing right now and I'm going to have to give it up for my job.
I don't know how this is going to effect me...

Once again, I'm slime.

Yesterday I had a kick-awesome day. Today is not one of those days and tomorrow doesn't look good either. Why? My family of course! Once again I am a condescending jerk because I was talking about guitars in my kitchen. Trick please, if I were a condescending jerk I wouldn't be talking about mother fracking guitars! I would probably talking about America's alarming obesity rate, the theory that global warming may or may not be saving us from the next ice age, and the fact that I'm the only one in the darn family who walks anywhere. Hey Suess Christo people! It's also pretty sad that me taking a shower offends more people than when I don't take a shower. Perhaps it's time for my family to get their priorities in order before they go attacking me because I just happen to know more about guitars than they do.

Impact

Anyone who has met me in real life knows that I am a Christian. I'm pretty bad at it. However, the youth conference I just attended left an Impact on me. I want to be a better Christian. So from now on I am renouncing many things I used to do that don't quite fit the Christian lifestyle.

Get a Haircut and Get a Real Job

Tomorrow I am going to turn in my application for the movie theatre. I kinda always wanted to work at one and so when I saw the "Help Wanted" signs I had to get an application. That was yesterday, so tomorrow instead of going to jam with my band I'm going to go turn that stuff in. Send a prayer readers, I really want this job.

Promise me

The power of a promise. It is something hardly ever contemplated anymore. Two words added to the end of a statement can bind some human beings to death and beyond. Mykle, may not be one of those human beings. I was talking to my friend Sophie and she made me promise "not to do drugs." Whether or not she knew I had done it before wasn't the issue. It wasn't about what I had previously done. It was about someone showing that they really do care. So I did, I promised. So now all I can do is see if I can keep it.

I Lie

I feel that I am slowly turning into what I hate.

I lie
I cheat
I feel lust
I have stolen

Could it be the environment I have become engulfed by? Or is this how it always has been and I am only now allowing myself?

Am I really a bad person after all?

Hell Week

Every day is becoming more difficult than the last. With the play on the horizon and track sticking to the same pace it was at before the days seem to get shorter. So, while hanging out with my mates yesterday was exactly what I needed, it may have not been the best idea.

Eyeliner

It's interesting the reactions you can get from a little bit of make-up. A dab of eyeliner can change the way people look at you and react to you. Its interesting.

My friend Liz asked me, "Are you wearing eyeliner?" I responded and told her I was and then she asked, "Micheal are you depressed?" I'm really intrigued by this response. I mean, yeah I'm depressed, but thats not the reason I wore eyeliner, at least not that i know of...

Hectic

So the deal is, people lose it.
All the time.
It happens. It never fails to surprise me.
So today when the house went berserk I carefully hulled up with my little bro talking about Japanese media. Of course, we came out after to play rock band. It was then that i realized that the most important emotion is so difficult to express. Appreciation, whether it is for my stepmom caring for the family so long (before snapping) or my little brother for chilling out with me, it can almost be impossible to express. What if appreciation were easier to show? Do you think the world would be a better place?

Life Views

I suppose the real conflict of interest between my family and I is our views on life. It seems to me as though my dad believes life is all about affording what you want. So to do that he insists that I get a job, save money, and buy things I do not need (and barely want for that matter.) I don't think that is how life works ladies and gentlemen. Life is more like having a safety net of people, people willing to help you out in a tough time, put in a good word at job interviews, and hell, just be friends. A web woven of friends is perhaps far better than a blanket carved of cold hard cash. In the end, isn't life about the pursuit of joy anyway?

Money, Drugs, and Rock n' Roll

I don't know whether to be hysterical with laughter or tears. My parents might think I'm going to do drugs or am on drugs. I mean don't get me wrong I have tried marijuana in the past, however it's not something I throughly enjoyed or plan on doing again. Of course, I have been irritable because I have been exhausted lately. I never see my family much and it breeds so much distrust between us. I can barely stand it anymore. In addition, today I asked for some book money for my AP class. Without making eye contact with me, I was told that I was slacking off on my responsibilities and they basically said I would get it whenever they get to it. I am so messed in the head right now. So the final piece of cake is that the drama at school is overwhelming too.