taylor swift can suck my dick

for a brief moment in history, i liked taylor swift. not in that way. wow, really got this thing going with the dick thing and what not...maher would be ashamed. anyway, i liked her songs? maybe. i don't see how but i thought she was cool? no...idk. well, now i hate her. she annoys the fuck out of me while promoting teenage girl stereotypes and having great hair and being skinny as fuck. seriously? she's like 7'2 and 75 lbs. kills me.

on top of that she's all vulnerable and shit with the kanyes/meghans of the world being all mean and stuff.

and then she "writes her own music" and says things like "today was a fairytale" which is like....so untrue. today was not a fairytale, taylor, don't tell me what to think bitch!!!

i think it was her (romantic) association with taylor lautner and the success of  that stupid song "fifteen" that really started this whole hatred. have you heard the lyrics of "fifteen"??? it's setting up little girls everywhere for failure.

also, her music spawns not so spontaneous sing-alongs in art class, goddammit!
no! i hate this!


i'm tired.

ha! victory!

i just thought this was a really random history of mine, and i thought i'd put it on here so later i can look back and laugh and laugh that i went from 'FDR chat' to blogger in one fell swoop....*


* i had to look that up on phrasefinder.com

boring tv bitching

alright, so it's 8:01 and 90210 just ended. let me give you a 411 on this, bitch-style.

ok. it used to be, like, my favorite show.


used to be. like when they did classy CW/WB shit like make the girl a druggie and the guy have daddy issues. it was great stuff.  but oh-no. somehow, between a chick tweekin out with bipolar disorder and the guy false-impregnating an older woman, the show has lost its way. the new way seems to be that of conforming. ever since it focused on the california-dreamin' theme (which i initially was lovin') they [the show's people] seem to have become....unfocused (for lack of a better word).

of course, i still watch it whenever i can. but instead of getting some Silver/Dixon prom action i get...

*the fantastic soap opera-esq one-liner: "If i can't be with you, there's no point in living" and then a quick cut to black/commercial.
*my music. swear to god, every fuckin episode, one of my songs is just playing in the background. it's aggravating. i know, i know, why am i so possessive of songs that thousands have heard...blahblahblah.
*Silver having a serious conversation with her new boyfriend "Teddy" (yes, seriously, his name is Teddy) outside the school where he happens to be lifting weights. shirtless.
*Silver and Adrianna confronting Naomi with her shirtless boyfriend Liam (and his amazing abs--damn!) about a teacher's sexual harrassment with her mega-mansion and the beautiful California sunset just hangin' there in the background.

i feel a mix of hatred towards the show and a yearning to see the episode again. can you say, issues?!

blatant lie

today at 4:57 p.m. i clicked "new post" and prepared to blog. i wondered aloud, "what shall you bitch about today, meghan?"*

and then an intriguing notion hit me: i hadn't checked eonline.com at all (today). not during lunch, not when i got home. not even before i started homework. i concluded that this was merely because i had moved the bookmark on my bookmark's bar more towards the right, and had temporarily forgotten about that site, but nonetheless::::: it was a turning point. then, without thinking, i moved my mouse from the empty blog space, to the bookmark, and with a click, *poof* no turning point. damn.

i then retreated back to the empty blog once the tiny bit of integrity i had returned. and proceeded to write about the occurence. this isn't interesting. damn.




did that even make sense? (please don't comment about whether or not it made sense, for my sanity).


* i didn't say it aloud, that was a blatant lie.

yesh.

referring to tessa's recent comment

idk when tessa will check this next --- but an f.y.i:

bitching can be entertaining. but in my case it was getting old, i think. plus my last blog was a good excuse for not blogging more (courtney) instead of the real excuse (being really lazy)

coolio? please feel free to bitch the blog away... it can be sweet dreams or a beautiful nightmare... (not really, that song is just playing right now)


GO ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT! yay

(these two are cousins. yeah!)


p.s. Maeby [girl on right] reminds me of M.J. ....creepy fyi

i don't believe y'all's bullshit about wanting me to bitch more. because essentially, that's me blogging.
not to be selfish but at this point in my life (haha) if i'm on the internet i'd rather be watching something that makes me laugh (arrested development) than blogging. and i've seem to finally hit writer's block.

oooh! can't wait! madonna!

TIP: let load completely before playing, for total effect... HEY! What are you guys doing here again?! (motions to large men in white lab coats) do you guys hate me for only uploading videos, as of late? i mean, i thought a break from constant bitching would be welcomed...? yes.

PLEASE WATCH :) I promise it's worth it

what does this mean?

wanna read some good ol fashioned bitching?

today was suuuuper shitty up until lunch, and then it got better (slightly). bliss is really weird.

today was also filled with little ironies. otherwise known as little reasons life hates me like a bitch.

ironies

1. i wore the UCLA sweatshirt. putting it on was my first action of the day and i believe it set all the other actions in motion. it is a little irony because 


• i spent most of the day silently judging many people for their clichéness (i.e. popular people and their tans) but yet i was fulfilling my own cliché of hating my body and wearing a sweatshirt the size of an obese person (america's favorite kind.)
• i kept doing stuuupidass things as i was wearing the presitigous place of higher learning's logo. i'm sure the people who saw me do the stuuupidass things must have thought it was ironic too. 


2. i woke up this morning exhausted. irony: the day before i had slept for approximately 4 hours and was totally awake and ready the following morning. but today, having enjoyed a good 8 hours: tired as fuck. this forced me to do things like throw my toothpaste tube into the bathtub because i couldn't get any out, and skip deoderant cuz it annoyed me to put it on. 
3. last night i studied 3 hours for a fucking math test; the most effort i have ever exerted for such a ridiculous subject. but when i got to the test at 7:00 this morning, tons of people were there, and it was loud and annoying. and then i got a fucking 75.08% or something. what grade is that? (haha)
4. i checked my fone after the test and saw that it was 7:43. i went to the teacher to give him my sheet and then he asked me (at the front of the room; facing the entire class of waiting AP  Calculus students) how it went. i believe i sounded like i wanted to cry when i uttered, "uhhhh" and some annoyinglooking kid snickered. then he was like, "do you want a pass?" [to get to my next class] and, in an effort to make a quick escape, regretfully, i spazzed out, "No!" and raced out of the room. when i got up to the 2nd floor, i saw a bunch of kids still dawdling at their lockers, so i thought i was good, but alas: no such luck. the bell rang just as i got to the history hallway. i was officially fucked (the hallway is super long). i also officially had my first tardy. (in front of a class of nerds, an irony in itself). 

sighy-sigh-sigh-sigh. 

in the midst of being called tardy by my previously beloved AP teacher and feeling suuper sorry for myself, i noticed something kind of funny...

when i huffed into the room (i had jogged down the hallway ---also, why must jogging with a backpack on look so completely ridiculous?), there were many different kinds of reactions (that i shall note here for no apparent reason):

• some people laughed at me (Maher, Rachel)
• some people gave me looks of possible pity (Courtney? Girl who sits next to me)
• some people didn't look at me at all because i was basically a criminal and why associate, despite how long you've known them, with a person who has so little respect for school rules. maybe im being overdramatic, but they had to have noticed my entry. (Gaby, Christina. CHRISTINA! she looked at the ground while i walked passed her to my desk!!!)

**also: let me complain about bader's tardy system---what the hell?? i get that it is  practical for her, but it is quite the embarrassing process.

no BBC

because my fucking blogger lacks the "film strip" button that allows me to upload videos i've been wasting tons of time today trying to figure out where it went! and that means...no runaways. for today, at least. oh how i long for the day i'll have a license and can drive myself to movies...that will actually be a sad day for me because i predict that i will go to movies alone..frequently (i foresee that i will use the "drive myself" excuse a lot, like that takes away from the embarrassment..)

anywhosies? um.... oh yeah: this is how i roll [taken from eonline.com]

Reruns of The O.C

Remember when Mischa Barton was just a sun-kissed newcomer? And Summer and Seth were as adorable as Jim and Pam? Those were simpler times.

i got all nostalgic when i saw this. which upon further analysis, displays severe psychiatric issues on my part.





also simpler times: Arrested Development. now, i was in 3rd grade when this show was in its prime [which normally wouldn't have stopped me] so i didn't really see it. but i've replaced Friday Night Lights with Arrested Development, and i've come to the conclusion that it would've been a great addition to my 3rd grade Thursday night line up. it's fucking hilarious. but no BBC.

http://www.hulu.com/arrested-development

woah! what do you know! a non-illegal website! feel free to watch from Hulu.

and when i say "feel free" i mean you better fucking watch, cuz i'll be quizzing you on Monday.

liz ain't lame

because liz isn't one to continually check blog comments and have conversations thru them (like sonia and i) this is the only way i can get it thru to her:

liz- the "racial profiling" comment at the end had nothing to do- you weren't being racist! 

sonia- my head hurts everytime i try to figure out what you were saying...

anyway, sorry for the confusion.

oh yeah, and went on blogger this morning only to find the latest post to be "Kristen Stewart and Meghan" by Tessa. you can imagine my fury. 

probably only boringass blog of the day so...yeah. gonna do homework most of the day (fuckme) but might take a break to see 'the Runaways' (which whhhhat Tessa?? ah yes, stars Kristen Stewart....damn)

i'm not a hypocrite

thank you liz!

ok.. now that i've got an excuse to write about it---here's something about Japan (a question taken from facebook):
Were the people starring at you (another words were you the only white person) all the time, and did they ever do anything weird to you? (such as chuck oranges at you...or...whatever)

occasionally someone would stare at me on the train, when there was nothing better to do. andddd i was probably staring at them first. otherwise, [at the places we went] people were in too much of hurry to see me, and if they did, they didn't stare and/or chuck oranges? but here's a little note: i was indeed, pretty much, the only white girl in the entire country! besides acacia's father and the superoccasional tourist (of the Caucasian race), we couldn't find much diversity, which was weird. but it wasn't like seeing a white person was foreign to them/they didn't like it (hence the lack of orange chucking?). also im hugely generalizing. it's not like i can speak for everyone who lives there.

however: the last day we were there, we all decided to wear some cute-ass skirts and go shopping. we were stared at then (sonia and i). and it was awkward and creepy and mostly confidence blasting. but they weren't staring (and admittingly laughing) at us because of our skin color, but because we were wearing sneakers with our skirts (converse). they don't really do that in japan, generally, i guess...

i'm utterly confused, sir

i went to sleep last night morning at 2 a.m. but awoke at 4:30 a.m.

in truth, it was 5:30 a.m. but i didn't process that my clock had yet to be set for daylight savings time and i was utterly confused, sir. 

mostly, i was confused because i honestly thought i was on an airplane.

my pillows were positioned so that it felt like the almost-but-not-quite-complete decline of the business class seats, and i was on my back with my arms laying on the "arm rests".

the colored light from my t.v. digital-box-shit-thing on top of my bookcase right in front of my bed illuminated what i originally thought was just the no smoking light. 

the partial darkness of the room resembled the plane when the damn flight attendants try to confuse you by turning off some of the lights at 3 p.m. Japan time and 5 a.m. Minnesota time. 

my feet were, quite seriously, resting directly perpendicular to the mattress, so it was like i had my converse on and couldn't fully relax. and they ached too, like i was wearing converse.

also i remember making a conscious (?) effort not to move because sonia was sleeping in the seat next to me?

then i heard the shower and i was like whatthefuckkk. after coming to the conclusion of: "heywaitaminute. i'm not on a plane." i was once again confused about why a parent would be showering at 4:30 a.m. 

it took a good 10 minutes to figure that one out. 

then i think i texted sonia? possibly...who i think was actually still up at that time making a slideshow..

that's why you never want to get high, folks. it's just like that. 

also p.s. here's a tidbit kind of about japan for those curious:

thursday-- arrive home at around 6 a.m. set alarm for 11 a.m. and start sleeping at 7 a.m. 

completely miss alarm - awake at 5:20 p.m. fuck.

friday-- set alarm for 10:30 a.m. start sleeping at 2 a.m. awake at 4:30 5:30 a.m. and then proceed to sleep 'til....... 1 p.m. fuck. 

currently wide awake. 

what jetlag?

hey guys i want to, i've been told to, and i should blog about japan. but guess what? japan is actually not a blogable topic! if that's possible. well this is the first and probably only topic on my unblogable list. 

i'll see y'all soon and talkandtalkandtalkandtalkandtalk some more about it then

until next time

wassup y'all. it's 5 minutes to midnight (haha, wow) and i'm in a state of meghan-patented-stress-calm. part of me is wishing and hoping and thinking and praying for a lifetime prescription to Xanax. another part of me is softly tip-toeing around my room, putting something somewhere, and then resting/staring off into space for a good 1.5 minutes [and repeating.]

anyway, i just wanted to say one last goodbye to blog world... xxxx

hope you guys have a good spring break and i'm sure i'll see you before it's over...bearing gifts, perhaps. 

urgle. until next time:

http://www.awkwardboners.com/tag/celebrity/

ok i so lied. what a concept. she lied again. wow. ok. not last blog post. lots more coming. they're rushing out of me. yes, sorry.

dive in:

today on the bus these two people sitting in the seat across the aisle (court--the guy i've been saying will shoot up the school since i had video with him in 8th grade, and that karin chick) were talking when the chick says, "you know what's weird? why didn't harry [potter] have a pet snake? he had a pet owl. but he couldn't speak owl now could he?? if i were harry [potter] i would totally get a snake. and talk to it!"

i think it was the most honest thing i've heard today

ok in the midst of throwing up from sheer excitement (and airport stress :/) about going to japan, i've become quite melancholy...actually, i HATE that word so nevermind (for future ref, don't use it in front of me or consequences shall ensue)....i feel sad. i didn't say goodbye to courtney today, so goodbye courtney see you on the 22nd....or perhaps sooner. we get back wednesday? idk..

anyway: this will be my final blog for a whole TRILLION DAYS so i gots to make it count.


any ideas? post below if you don't have a life have an idea of what i should write about....if no one posts (shocker) i'll still write later tonight..like y'all care....well, courtney does, so there was a point to this!

see ya soon? does that make sense?

awkward moment alert!

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grand ol' time

okay this whole homeworkbabysittingchoresweekend is really starting to get to me. arg.

where's courtney? it concerns me that she hasn't posted as of late.

i got me some more masculine shoes:





but they're pretty much bomb, so i don't really care.


girl scout meetings can suck my apparent dick. we sit around awkardly for most of the time, until sarah starts to come out of her huge-social-life-daze and starts sexually assulting one of us under the table. mhm.

usually, i'm the only one really listening, and the leaders of the gang know it. so they look at me. and it's awkward. sonia usually shows up late or not at all, and until she does i sit there looking from my lap, to the stupid faces of the table, to back down at my lap. it's a grand ol' time.

i'm quite proud of this one

i need to get some more feminine shoes. seriously, i look down and sometimes think, how butch am i? other times, i'm like damn girl, but that's another issue.


here are the shoes that i choose to wear constantly:

1. beat up converse


2. blue vans, as featured here on zac efron. ...who's a male.


3. "classic emo shoes" as a certain retard-poser calls them or "vans" as i call them.
 

4.  ...that's about all i choose to wear. anyway, i want to wear shoes that make me look female, but these are all i like and so yeah. maybe summer i'll wear sandals. this was very interesting, i'm quite proud of this one.

whatup

why my mom sucks at being a driving coach/instructor:

she doesn't pay attention. if i'm in a stressful situation and frantically yell, "what do i do??" she usually replies with a "huh?" followed by a long pause in which she appears to assess where she is, and then tells me what to do.

she cracks "jokes." i was pulling into a tiny parking space in the crowded noodles parking lot, going real-slow-like, when she shouts, "OH! don't hit the beemer!!" and i'm like, "what? that's a beemer??" and she's like, "yes!! if you must hit a car, it should be the Acura to the left." and then she and my sister laugh and laugh at me as i start crying carefully finish pulling in to the spot [woaaaah dirty].

she cracks more inappropriate jokes that thoroughly distract me from the task at hand [WHICH IS FUCKING DRIVING A MOTOR VEHICLE!!!]. for instance, i was driving out of the noodles parking lot and nearly hit another car cuz i said, "oh, that's where we ate last night [pointing to papa murphy's]" and then she replied, "ahh yes, you know, they're famous for their world-class urine soaked crust."






also p.s. my sister said something today [while in the car of course] that i think embodies how different we are:

"i need to get more Maroon 5 on my iPod."

"story of my life"

quick anecdote:

i woke up at 8:30 ON A SATURDAY to start chores. i had just finished my first cup of coffee when i remembered i had to babysit. damn, but when? what was the time i had to babysit at? i looked towards the counter, where a day earlier a paper had laid with the babysit time. unfortunately, no such paper exists at the present. i scrambled around for about... 1 and 1/2 minutes until i realized it was gone forever. 

i sucked it up, and i called the babysittees (well, their parents). 

prior to the actual call, i had rehearsed and written down what exactly i was going to say so that A.) I didn't sound like the fool i always sound like on the phone with people and B.) i didn't sound like an inept babysitter who couldn't handle a piece of paper let alone her offspring. 

the phone call went terribly, starting with the client laughing at the weird sound i made when she said that the kids were "really cute" and ending with me muttering incessant curses to myself as i clicked "end call."

story of my life. 

next:

what i like to call the purebred mixture of Lutheran and Norweigan Guilt, Luthwegian, which resides in my mother's brain, waiting to pounce on the next bored, stupid child who screws up. 

my mother: "so...when did you get home last night?"

me: "ummm... my phone died! i told you that! didn't you get a text from sonia's phone?"

my mother: "no...no i did not...so... well, it would've been nice to know where you were last night...i mean, i know you were safe but...a simple text would have been ok...so...i kept looking at my phone all night...just waiting for a simple text...i kept looking...maybe i didn't see it or i thought it was spam...so... what time did you get home last night? what did you eat?"

i hate i hate i HATE

today in the worst class ever with the worst teacher ever (biology, christenson) we watched a video. on whales. we had been pre-warned the day before. but despite the warning, my emotional instability grabbed hold of everything i ever kn---- ok. here's the thing: i cried. it was embarrassing. i tried to stop myself by shoving a book in my face. I tried to read while simultaneously tapping my foot on the chair so hard and fast that it probably looked like i was getting fucked. (sorry for the vulgarity liz, but it's the truth.) then the snot came. yes that word is gross as is the actual..thing...but it started coming out of my nose and that's when i knew it was shot to hell. the whole goddamn thing. i spazzed out of my seat [the girl next to me made a huffing sound like she was annoyed i was like, disrupting the whole experience for her?] and i gave mr. christenson a finger [surprisingly, not the middle one], took the pass, and bolted out of the room to 'go to the bathroom'?

i pulled myself together while walking down the hall towards the bathroom and doubled back. for god know's what reason i didn't skip the rest of the movie. i went back to my chair  where the movie blared in my face and i got to continue to hear/see things like [in the video on whales]:

"He was so happy about capturing the first whale from it's natural habitat, that he decided to capture another one. He put 'Shamu' in the same 10x10 cage. Unfortunately, the whale didn't seem to like being in the cage and was aggressive. So then they decided to sell him to SeaWorld in Florida. The plane ride to Florida was too long for a whale to be out of water. But hell, they did it anyway. There, he would die of an infection from being in the same pool water too long."

the whole video was like fucking pro-animal-capture and swear to god, i started tearing up just now. and then it ended with like, because of humans the killer whale population and species suffered greatly, but we, the scientists, are trying to be better now. GOD!


sonia had warned me, but i had shaken it off, thinking i could just read my book. the movie, with all of it's horrid animal abuse, neglect, and capitivity, completely drained me. normally, as y'all know*, i would've been extremely pissed off and would've bitched about it for days. but i didn't and it was sad.

and btw, i know a few of you have been to SeaWorld,etc. and NO OFFENSE TO YOU, SERIOUSLY, but i hate those places. SeaWorld and shit like that is so fucked up. I'm forever boycotting that kind of thing. and i'm not trying to come off self-righteous and like i'm better cuz "i care" [because i know i do sound like it] but honestly...i just had to bitch [verb]. and don't get me started on ZOOOOOS!

jesus.


*lol---at lunch courtney, tho i was depressed, your joke about me being the queen of bitches was amazing:) i took it as a compliment, also---guess who sits behind me in science?!

"true story" bitches

gosh, meghan

i be pimpin'.

don't hate me cuz i have IBD.

The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cause 

we pimpin all over the world,

Sing it hoes:





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXLCOIcb41Y&feature=related

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IBD

swear to god, i have the most diverse iPod selection imaginable. not bragging here: it's weird.

here's what genre i generalize to be on y'all's iPods(not an insult, this is just what i assume/have seen):

courtney - alternative pop (i.e. hey monday, all time low, hit the lights)
tessa - rock (lots of the beatles, the ramones, the blue van)
liz - ???? (i saw you listening to a ciara song once...)
sonia - hip hop (akon, kanye west, beyonce, anything on the top ten, and free songs ha)
acacia - pop (anything on a Now CD)

me - i have IBD (iPod Bipolar Disorder). to give you a sense of this, i put my iPod on shuffle and this is the random selection of songs that came up...i get shuffle is supposed to be random...but you'll see:

SOS [rihanna] - pop
The End Has No End [the strokes] - alt rock
Rebellion (Lies) [arcade fire] - alternative
SexyBack [justin] - pop/ hip hop?
Sweet Child O' Mine [guns n' roses] - rock
Hips Don't Lie [shakira] - pop?
Raise The Dead [phantom planet] - alternative
Yesterday [the beatles] - classic rock?


mhmmmm. i'm like 90210's silver but considerably less cool.

sexyoldermanbeast

sexyoldermanbeast:

song lyrics

first, sonia found this priceless addition to my disturbing youtube comment collection:

Just nifty, no? oh these made me laugh and laugh... all the way to the mental hospital..

second, i'd like to address the interesting topic of song lyrics.

there are ones that make little-to-no sense:

e.g. LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,

With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.

Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,

A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,

Towering over your head.

Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,

And she's gone.

good song. but what the hell? can you say...acid?

then we have the suggestive rape lyrics:

e.g. IN MY HEAD

In my head, I see you all over me.

In my head, you fulfill my fantasy.

You’ll be screaming out.

In my head, it’s going down.

In my head, it’s going down.

In my head. 

disturbing. why is this woman screaming out if there is mutual consent? huh? rape.

there are the fun/ny lyrics:

e.g. BLAH BLAH BLAH

I don't really care where you live at 

Just turn around boy, let me hit that 

Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat 

Just show me where your dicks at 

ohhhhhclassic. great, eloquent stuff. 

then there are the lyrics that prove your point as to why it's utterly disgusting to have a "daddy-baby" relationship with your padre:

e.g. I'M YOUR DADDY

This ain’t believable 

This ain’t predictable 

You are my baby tonight 

And I’m your daddy 

I hope that I ain’t freakin’ you out 

You probably hear it all the time 

I swear I ain’t like those other boys 

I’m a special kind 

I would like to give a demonstration 

Of what it is I’d do

WHATUP.