Last month in review.

I haven't been able to blog much lately. It's been a busy month.

Micaela J. Johnson
"Mickey"
Micaela Jaquetta Johnson, 17, passed away May 14, 2009 in West Valley City, Utah.Born July 8, 1991 in Salt Lake City, Utah, daughter of Michael Todd and Cathy Noyes Johnson. Micaela was full of life, energetic and sometimes a little goofy. She had a way of making us all laugh and usually got out of trouble by looking at you with those big beautiful eyes. When she was younger, she was involved in baseball and was invited to sing at the Joseph Smith Center with the Children's Primary Choir. Mickey was very smart and enjoyed many things including spending time with her friends, drawing, writing poetry and frequently changing her hair color and style. She will be missed very, very much by her family and everyone that had the opportunity to know her. Survived by her parents; siblings: Merintha (Melvin) Batty, Chad Johnson, Caitlin Johnson; grandmothers: Mamie Noyes, Janice Johnson and Nancy Johnson; nephew, Hunter Batty. Preceded in death by brother, Benjamin Todd Johnson; grand-fathers: Wells Noyes and John Johnson; cousin, Michael Noyes. Funeral services will be held Tuesday, May 19, 2009, 12:00 noon at McDougal Funeral Home, 4330 South Redwood Road where a viewing will be held Monday, from 6-8 p.m. and Tuesday, from 11-11:45 a.m. prior to services. Interment, Valley View Memorial Park.

Second friend of mine to commit suicide in two years.

"Today was Micaela's viewing and funeral. I wish some of the people put an effort to dress nice-some guy tripped because his pants were so baggy. Or at least not smoke in the parking lot. It was at the McDougal funeral home. It was kind of dim inside. I didn't have to wait for very long before I saw her. Maybe it was the lighting, but the undertaker or whoever did a better job on Sam than her. She looked mottled, like a bruise. Kind of greenish and veiny. I'm sure she would have liked black swirls around her eyes and stuff at least.Some lady behind us had her phone go off three times. THREE. My fingers were itching to take the phone and and stomp it, and then people would cheer or something.I liked her coffin and the flower arrangement. Black coffin with silver handles, red roses topped with a black bow. Very gothic. That's a bit of a cliche-we goths liking our gothic coffins, haha. And on the inside of the coffin there was a purple Celtic knot-the triangle representing the Trinity intertwined-she wore a smaller version on a necklace a lot.It was a short funeral-like 45 minutes. One of the songs played was Evanescence's "My Immortal." She liked Evanescence a lot.I've been feeling like I've been getting a cold. All the pollen caking to one side of the car doesn't help. So I didn't go to the burial. Maybe Memorial Day weekend, I'll visit her and Sam."

I started school. I only have one class and that's figure drawing. Very expensive in the book department. And with all the supplies, there's a lot to carry. After my first real class I took a shower and thought I had some sort of rash on my collarbone and shoulder-it looked like lots of tiny red and purple kisses but then I realized it was bruises from my bag. Good thing there aren't terribly big veins around there. I also drew from my first nude model, which was peachy keen. Just like drawing a still life or something-I'm not sure how it bothers people. We mostly drew dots and lines, trying to find centers of alignment and stuff.

My sister came down with the flu [the same group the Swine is in] and my dad with bronchitis, which has now been accompanied by the flu. So they're wearing masks and we have a bunch [but not enough in my opinion]of disinfective wipes. So I've put myself under quarantine and have remained in my room for the most part, wearing a mask when I go out and wiping everything before and after I touch it. Paranoid? No. I've been hospitalized by some sort of fast-striking flu before and that made me want to go Kevorkian. I can't afford to get sick again. My immune system [and my brain]couldn't take it. So I'm suspicious of every ache and pain and sneeze I have.

I dyed my hair red-Ronald McDonald red-again and I looked like a cancer patient with my face mask and then a plastic bag around my head. My mum took a picture on her phone of me because I looked like a biohazard.

Saw X-Men Origins and Terminator: Salvation. Both were pretty good, but I I saw previews which looked more interesting--District 9 with PETER JACKSON! When Josh and I were seeing X-Men and the preview came on, Josh was like, "I'm up to date on all the things in the movie world-why haven't I heard of this?!" as I squealed when they said Peter Jackson. I thought at first it was some documentary on South Africa and the racism and stuff, but then you see this giant ship floating like a necropolis over a town. And the interview with the alien [it has a mouth like Shelob, just for the record]. Oh man.

And I have yet to see the preview in theaters but many a time on youtube, HARRY POTTER und der HALF BLOOD PRINCE. I'm trying to convince Josh it'll be a cool movie by referring to Inferi as zombies.

Well, off to go get some food while fighting bacteria [did you know your kitchen and bathroom are the filthiest places in your house?].