Mel June Davis

So, last year after I broke up with my boyfriend I was rather lonely. So, to coop with my lonliness, I created myself the perfect boyfriend. Mel June Davis. So far I've written about eleven pages worth of random facts about him.

This would be the extent of my boredom and craziness.
serena is cooollll (don't ask)
So, anyway, it makes me feel...weird. Like, psycho weird because people always make fun of me, they stay stuff like, "How loney and desprite can you get?" But I'm just like, "I have an overactive imagination, ok!" But really, on the inside I'm like, "Does that make me lonely and desprite?" It's not like I take it compleely seruiously. I don't "talk" to him. I just play out little daydreams with him in my head. And I don't deny dates because I'm "dating" Mel. He's just a little thing I did in my free time for fun. It's just my awesome complex mind at work. If that makes me weird, I don't care. I'm proud of my weirdness, and Mel,

Cookies Are Fruit Bars?

How come people call Fig Newtons cookies? They are fruit bars people! Seriously! ...I don't know what else to say....

Body Art?

So…after watching countless people get the stupidest tattoos I’ve ever seen, calculating my perfect body art has become a challenge. And trust me; this was not easy, because many friends and family have presented some crazy looking tats. Examples?

Well…Stephen got the Tennessee Titans symbol on his back…but it was backwards…My great uncle got his girlfriends name on his arm…Her name is “Anne” his wife’s name is “Betty”…My uncle got a rooster being hung by a barbwire on his leg below his knee, I’d rather not explain this one cause’ he’d hurt me for it…

So, my tattoos will be simple, and sheer perfection; I want to get “Jacala Dell & Anitra Marie” all circling my right wrist like a bracelet. And on the back on my neck I want to get a rose and above it “Carol Jean”. Next, I want “Emma Jean” on the side of my ankle. And I want all these names to be done in pretty calligraphy. And I’m somewhat debating about my back, cause’ I sorta’ want an Rubiks Cube there, but everyone keeps telling me how bad of an idea that is…But right below my collarbone I will get a cute little poppy heart design-I plan on drawing it out myself. And no one will talk me out of that one.

But my first tattoo, and already my favorite, will be Billy Martins autograph. You see, I planned on just stalking him until I could get him to sign my arm. Then I was gonna’ go have someone tattoo over it. However, thanks to Jacalas ex husband, I have a picture autographed by the whole band. So now, all I have to do is take in the picture tell em’ I want Billy’s and I’m good to go.

So, overall I will get five tattoos, and maybe six if I finally decide on the Rubiks Cube…But all in all, I’d like to believe my body art choices are logical and acceptable.

The Day Rolls On...

So, it's third period now into my "baby belly" It was so much fun putting it on. Julia forgot, so it only took two people to put it on...I think Tyler was a little freaked out cause' he just stared at Sandra as she strapped it onto my back. She put it on a bit too low, because the sand bag is supposed to be on my belly, but it keep like falling down. I tried to hug Tyler after we put it on, but I couldn't reach him cause' the belly got in the way. But overall, it's a blast. I only have two classes that I sit in a desk, so it's not that bad there. And two of my classes are computer classes so I sit in rollie chairs which are so much easier for my back. My back doesn't really hurt as much as I thought it would, and I haven't had any bladders problems like all the other girls complained of. Mainly, the pain is all in my neck, but once I sit down it's not that bad.

I'm enjoying it more then I thought I would. I've been excited for the longest time about this, and I'm loving it. Plus everyone keeps like rubbing it and asking me who the father is. When I asked Tyler if he'd "help me get pregnant" he said "but we haven't even gotten to first base yet!" Oh, good times. Today has been so much fun already, I only hope it keeps on. Wesley is in my next class, so I pray too goddyness that he doesn't ruin my awesome-ness day.

Virgin Kira

So, today for my Child Development class, I get to be pregnant. We have this belly that you strap onto you, and wear a shirt over it, and it makes you look pregnant. When I first heard about this, I was excited because I planned on going around school saying, “Look What Wesley did to me!” however, now I find that rather…impossible. But, our teacher requests that you bring a “belly buddy” with you, and I have several; Sandra, Julia, and Tyler. So now I get to say “It took three people to get me pregnant!”

But, aside from the belly, I have several things going on today. I’m handing out minis of my school picture to my friends. Homecoming is tonight. And it’s Julias birthday, oh, and I’m staying the night with her too! Busy, busy day. The moment I get home from school I have to do my nails, and out my instant tanning gel on my legs, then my older sister, Anitra, is coming over to do my hair and make-up. Today is gonna’ be so much fun, but at the same time so chaoic. Still, I’m so flippen’ excited about that belly!

Sneny, It's Time To Save The World!

A year or so ago, during Christmas, I was sick. Like, coughing out my brains sick. My oldest sister was in town, and like always we shared my room-and as much as I loved her, I hated how I slaved for days to make my room spotless for her, then she'd trash it with her suitcases and what not. So, my mother had bought me like a years supply of Zicam. These nasty powdery tablets, needless to say, they were gross. I had to let them disvole on my tongue. Couldn't just swallow them. And whenever I started coughing, my oldest sister would scream, "SNENY TAKE YOUR ZICAM!"

Ok, I know, Sneny? Well, one day stubburn ole' me refused to get out of bed. I was all snuggled in and comfy. Well, my oldest sister being the freak she is, took the time to pounce violently on me and scream "SNENY IT'S TIME TO SAVE THE WORLD!" And I was like..."WHO'S SNENY!?" I was Sneny. And apparently, I was a superhero with throat problems...Because isn't that who we all want to protect the free will of mankind?

Ms. Ross

The bond between teacher and student is a strange one. There are some who hate their teachers, and their teachers hate them. then their are the class clowns that make the teacher laugh, but really the teacher can barely tolerate them. There's the classic teachers pet, and I doubt I have to describe that one. But then there's the buddy bond. I like the label each of my relationships with my teachers, and Ms. Ross is a buddy bond. I have for two classes, keyboarding and computer applications, in a row, third and fourth period. I thought I would dread her, but I don't! She's like...the bomb! Very rarely are teachers that cool, but she takes the cake. I know, that sounds lame, but seriously, serious. Actually..I'm in her class right now. Don't worry, I finished my lessons. I wish all teachers were as awesome as her. First period is always boring, and second is a brain teaser, but her classes give me that relaxtion and comfort I need in a day. All teachers should aim to reach her level of coolness.

Friend? Or, No Friend?

I used to date this guy. Johnny; he was really amazing (at the time) and he had a lot of cool friends that I enjoyed talking to, but weren’t allowed to talk to because he was a jealous control freak-hence why we broke up. After we broke up (which is code I left him) I established a friendship with all his best friends just too kind of smack him in the face. No, I had no intentions of dating any of them like some might think. And I know it sounds kind of mean, but who hasn’t at least thought about it once?

Well, most the “friendships” fell through, except one. Spencer. I adored him. It was more then just a “smite Johnny” friendship, it was a real one. One of those brother-sister friendships. We talked every night, we aimed, we emailed. He was my best friend. My only friend after Johnny (after we broke up, all my friends traded me in for him-that was a real confidence booster). I started school before him, so, our phone conversations were gonna’ be strained. I still called him every morning before school to say good morning, and he called me every night to say goodnight. We lived through it.

But then, I met Wesley. Well, obviously most could hint Wesley and I started dating, so my time with Spencer was lessened yet again. I promised him I wouldn’t put him “on the back burner” and I didn’t. We still talked. But ONE FAITHFUL DAY he called. I was busy cause’ Wesley was coming over, so I told him I’d call him back later. I forgot, GOD FORBIDE I have a slip of the mind. Ever since, he’s freaked. He won’t answer my calls, won’t reply to my emails. And, I hate that! He wants me out of his life. I want him back in mine. But what am I supposed to do? Why do men have to be so weird? I don’t want to loose one of the best friends I ever had.

My Beginning

So...On Wednesdays and Thursdays at my school, we have long periods. Like, about two hours. And we only have three classes. Well, it's Wednesday, and I'm in fifth period. Right now. As I type. Ok, I'm supposed to be researching child care...but, I had a "most share moment". Tis moment, is the beginning. The creation of Luckdragon Productions. My oldest sister has a blog, and I thought, "Why don't I make one of those?" After all, I blog like crazy on Myspace, and I had free time herr in class. After all, I already hav all the information I need on my child care article. So, here I am. Blogging away during class. Bell about to ring, but I'm still typing. Some of you might ask, "Is this really a must share moment?" Well, yes! It's the birth of my blog! Note worthy? Obviously.