sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs.

anticipation. build up. excitement.

fall out. sad, sad fall out.

first chapter: the Sims.
second chapter: sports.
third chapter: comparing Pam Anderson to Marilyn Monroe, discussing each's features/effects on societies, includes tid bits (literally) about Anderson/Tommy Lee sex tape.
fourth chapter: porn.



this book is about, nay! this book is this dude's ["chuck klosterman"] thoughts on little details of today's and yesterday's society. this book is about pretentiousness. not saying they're one in the same, god knows i'm so not saying that. i read it, and i think, this is sooo insightful. this guy is totally right. i actually, for real, hear this dude talking in my head, as i read it. he is giving a lecture. to my brain. i'm not saying that he's forceful or mean when he writes. it's just the line after line of text that reminds me of a lecture.

 then ensues this humanizing self-esteem-involving debate.

on one hand: who gives a shit? to put it bluntly. this guy, openly admits his lack of cool, his lack of cred. he talks about uninteresting subjects. he is nobody. why do i care? why did millions of readers care? we live our own lives, think our own thoughts, why do we need want this dude's analysis on the more mundane, "cultural" aspects of it?

so yes, he comes off annoyingly pretentious and self-righteous. but then there's the self-depricating comment at the end of every paragraph. maybe he is ... cute. maybe he is the "Woody Allen Type". maybe, he's totally right. actually, i know he's right. everything he says makes sense.

as i read it though, i can't help but feel put down. if i admit to myself that it is boring, i'm one of the idiots that he would likely make fun of. this author creates an atmosphere. an air of...pretentiousness. so much so that i have to debate in my head whether or not i can admit the above admission or not. will he make fun of me? HE'S NOT ACTUALLY HERE MEGHAN. IT'S A BOOK.
but..

Chapter 5: Lazy Teenage Girls Who Think They Can Hang With the Cultural Anayliticals, but Really, They Are Just Stupid.

i am unfortunately, decidely, whole-heartedly an INSOMNIAC. ZZZZZ?

WEDNESDAY NEWS FLASH.

did you notice the period above? "flash." as in, little to no excitement involved.

ahh, fudge. summer summer summer.

1.) i went job-hunting last night. and by job-hunting i mean i googled "jobs for teens" and searched "sales associate" on indeed.com. not only was this depressing, but sobering: there are very few jobs out there, guys...the economy crisis is for real, i guess (and here i thought it was simply made up cuz there hadn't been one in a while...)

2.) my fingers have been, how you say, bloating for quite some time. i'm told it's due to massive salt intake....which would explain why my fingers have been gi-nor-mous my entire life.

*i feel like there was a fight about this word on the bus (?) proof it exists:

hey! what the fuck! i put the dashes in the correct syllables! (see above!)


3.) harry potter and the half-blood prince is an extremely long movie. it allows time for one to make extremely salty pasta (whole wheat noodles, nevertheless), make a sundae, eat said food items, and wash dishes. but i suppose any movie would allow that....'the fuck, meghan..

4.) still struggling to not obsess about Eclipse...not gonna see it...not gonna google...not gonna watch...dot dot dot...

5.) um, having a little mid-teen crisis over here...struggling with identity, goals & aspirations, the small stuff, really... however, i won't put into words this ridiculous, internal spazz attack, because no one needs to see that shit go down. instead i will listen to Dynamite really loud as i continue to type type type away, and tell y'all once again this shit is good and bad in one fell swoop. one. fell. swoop. (i saw Jennie Garth use that phrase on twitter!)

wednesday ne----ehh.

britney spears on letterman

i'm the only one who thinks this was a success. hilarious!

MONDAY NEWS FLASH

here are a few tidbits. i'm not going to make a story out of it, because this day was too boring and too stupid for any story to result from it. so, to begin...

** MONDAY NEWS FLASH **

1. i am super protective of my stories. and by stories, i mean movies. and by super protective i mean childishly selfish.

HERE is a picture from THE HARD TIMES OF RJ BERGER, which is a disgusting show on MTV (the title of the show is very LITERAL), but Paris Hilton keeps tweeting about it, and being as she's my role model, i went online to watch a recent episode. it was then that i saw THIS piece of shit:

does ANYBODY recognize the fucking t-shirt?!

fuckin' adventureland t-shirt...he can't fuckin' wear that...it's my movie..fuckin fuck....

2. i finally purchased Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs and am anxiously awaiting an opportune reading assessment. (i just wanted to say opportune;;; it's a nice pretentious word i like to slip in unnecessarily.) i seriously am excited though. i read the first few pages in the barnes and noble parking lot, snacking on my Godiva chocolate bar....all alone...jesus christ i'm pathetic :(

3. no one here watches My Life On The D-List so nevermind (what backspace key?)

4. the new Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows trailer went online today. fucking exciting, to say the least. but also, quite sad. i mean, did they have to put "FINALE" in all caps?? i mean, WE GET IT. it's done, it's over, and holy shit my eyes are tearing up no joke!!

i would watch it over and over, 'cept i'm quite fragile and it just gets me sad and anxious...like super meghan-just-accidently-stole-a-sierra-mist-intense-anxious.

5. *sigh...can't believe i'm saying this...i'm gonna get some shit for this, i know it... bring it on: 

i'm currently a little tinsey bit obsessed interested in all the hype surrounding the eclipse premiere...in fact...in fact...in fact...in fact...i'm like counting the minutes until the kristen stewart dave letterman interview is on... fuck shouldn't have written that (what backspace key??)

this has been **MONDAY NEWS FLASH** with your host, a very, very pathetic personnn :( i miss human interaction. just kidding. woah this is getting way too i'm a nerd with a computer blog blog blog so i'm done see y'all later gots to meet me boyfriend la de da da

Second City

um, guess who got her start on the Second City stage (improv group famous in Chicago)

TINA FEY

so i walk outside and there stand my parents. staring at me. their weight shifting from one foot to the other. beer in hand. just standing there. i have no where else to be, except outside, and prior to seeing my parents i was dragging myself slowly, (and upon seeing my parents, quickly maneuvering my way) to the outdoor fridge.

this isn't necessarily my worst nightmare, but it's up there. it's something about my parents watching me, everyone bored, with nothing to do, that really pisses me off. and please know, it isn't applicable to every situation. it has to be those two people, and no one else. (what i'm trying to get at is: i don't hate families in general, just these two people, so no one can take offense.)

basically, this was my weekend. unfortunately for me, none of the connotations that come with "weekend getaway" arrived. i stayed in the damp-ish basement, intermittently texting, reading magazines, and watching How I Met Yo Mama season four.

friday and saturday were cloudy and damp. however, my parents and sister insisted on hanging out at the dock, despite the weather, which left many hours for me to sit there, undisturbed. but then saturday night, the tensions came to a climactic-like point. i don't want to go as far as saying there was conflict to you guys, but by our standards, there was a brawl.

by 8 pm molly and i were getting antsy and fricken hungry. we were laying around watching the last few episodes of the dvd when we were finally called up for dinner. when i got upstairs, the air was thick with the stench of wet dog and steak, and the mugginess of the outdoors had been penetrating the super thin and ancient walls of the cabin for over 24 hours by that time.

the cramped quarters that is the '70s carpeted kitchen was suddenly filled with an overwhelmed, pissed off meghan. my head ached from a mix of that day's healthy activity: laying around and not moving very much and eating only a little bit of food thus far, including cupcakes and chips.

i sat down and stared at what was upon my plate: a disgusting baked potato, a few pieces of iceberg lettuce, and watery shrimp cocktail. are you fucking with me??, i made my eyes say.
now, if i were to be offered this meal at any other place besides my cabin, i would've been fine. but at my cabin, food is served on old gross plates and in a smelly, HOT, carpeted atmosphere. so for 10 minutes i picked at my food pissily. it felt like forever since i had sat down, when my mom exploded with numerous accusations involving things like,
"you two [me and molly] never do anything!"
"why don't you offer to do the dishes?!"
"be happy!"
"stop picking at your food, we worked hard to make it!"
"just go do the dishes now!!!!!!!!"
blah blah blah.

i was tired of my mom using her brutally cold eyes to scare us into being nicer, which by all means, is a logical and effective parenting method. so i just snickered when she would make an irrational comment, and sometimes countered with something like, "how is making us do the dishes supposed to make us happy? is it punishment? where's the logic in that..." molly, being a huge wuss, did not counter with anyone and did the dishes in silence.

so yeah. she left and we did the dishes. which we were planning on doing anyway, but it just pissed me off, that because i didn't consume my food full force that there was going to be punishment involved. then timeeeee passedddd andddd about an hour later she came down to our TV-chamber with an ice cream sandwich, which was supposed to be a "peace offering."

reading this now, i see that i'm coming off a bit bratty. but i have no idea how to reverse that on this blog...so we're gonna go with it. it wasn't a fun weekend. my mom and i fought over petty things. i was bored. BLECh

I Fear...1-20

taking liz's lead...

1. germs
2. murderers
3. rapists
4. murderers who double as rapists
5. sexual assaulters
6. hannibal lector
7. sexually conflicted disgusting other villian in silence of the lambs
8. books about rape
9. jodi picoult books
10. maya angelou books
11. oprah's angry face
12. ellen's angry face
13. liz's angry face
14. courtney's arm strength
15. sonia's silence
16. lindsay lohan's fate
17. paula abdul's fate
18. genocide
19. discrimination
20. censorship.

a diverse list, from a diverse(i have MPD)woman. (?)

Weekend Getaway.

it's always surprised me that "getaway" is one word: one of the more preposterous intricacies of the english language.

anyway, this weekend is one for the books, specifically, the books written in this preposterous, intricate english language, i speak of. woah. backtrack, meghan, backtrack...

--> sonia's taking a whirlwind trip to the windy city. windy whirlwind. there she will most definitely see the buddings of Harry and Sally's relationship, the prestigious Universtiy of Chicago, and most likely the very inner-city, unlocked gymnasium in which i slept a la sleeping bag, not two summers ago.

(old-timey voice) as for me, well... i'm traveling to unmarked territory; the great unknown. specifically, the desolately small town of richmond, wherein lies the cabin in which i rest.

weekend getaway. gateway. like that old software/computer company. wait, wait, wait there's a metaphor here....

it may be out-dated, these family-oriented weekend getaways, but shall always hold a special place in our hearts. if you're way into bullshit, as i am, you'll find that this metaphor is beautifully bullshitted and most of all, beautiful.

best wishes to all. tomorrow i will once again, babysit on Wisteria, but only for a moment...until the ferociously nifty winds grab hold of my stockings and carry me all the way home. on the range. where the deer, and those nifty antelope play. seldom is heard, a discouraging word. and the skies...are cloudy with a chance of severe thunderstorms.

sonia: say hi to my beloved chi-town (pronounced: shy-town. nickname: chicago), and renee zellweger for me.

xoxo,
Gossip Girl



 a little bubbly, for my bubblies, i always say...

do not touch your penis

SDCP

the truth about life, as depicted by Klosterman in Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs:

There's not a lot to say during breakfast. I mean, you just woke up, you know? Nothing has happened. If neither person had an especially weird dream and nobody burned the toast, breakfast is just the time for chewing Cocoa Puffs and/or wishing you were still asleep. But we've been convinced not to think like that.

for LIZ:

i like hearing her talk better

(if the video doesn't work : http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html )

puffs

i turn the corner, hamper in hand, up the stairs when out of the corner of my eye i see a grey-ish figure outside my front door. not until i reach my bedroom, have i registered that the doorbell has indeed...rung. i blindly tell molly it is for her, half expecting it to be a friend of hers, half expecting the UPS guy. 

fast-forward to me throwing on the slut-tank and the slut-cutoffs that are on the floor of my bedroom. i'm in a hurry because that's the speed my body assumes when in stress-mode. i'm stressed because my house reeks dog in the literal sense, because 80-pounders tend to carry an odor and release hair, and in the figurative sense because of the general disarray. 

on the kitchen table lays the recent list of grocery items and recipes i have noted, along with the names of noted books, one entitled Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs. 

on the face lays multiple would-be full-blown pimples, in their early stages. i've been taking measures all day to ensure their earliest elimination, measures that don't include make up, i'll have you know. 

on top of the kitchen and the face lies the intense worry about monotonous things such as my face and the kitchen, plus the rollarcoaster of emotions that has been Eat Pray Love. 

basically, what Big Pimpin', G-Money, and Courtney have come to experience is what i'm newly calling, Meghan's Go Green Summer. "go green" as in, no make up, no bra, no class. 

but with all due respect to the process of leaving my humble abode (the stresses outlined above), i must say that being at Big Pimpin's house was much better. 

i would like to personally classify that place as a kind of conversationalist's paradise, where you don't have to swear or talk about penises to be entertained (even though the conversation did end up going there). 

i found that the relaxing atmosphere that surrounds their residence is one i hope to revisit soon. man i just had to spit all that out before i could move on with life. pardon me. 

success

i'm planning on finishing this book that i have mixed feelings about by noon tomorrow. i just want it out of my sight, to be quite honest.

i'm blogging about this, not for your amusement (which i'm fully aware that this post is full of; amusing sentiments), but as a motivational tool to succeed. success is generally not something i achieve, and i really want to achieve it with this one. ok i think those last few sentences...i just need to stop

definitely maybe.

in early 2008 i was introduced to ryan reynolds. it was a beautiful relationship from the start. he was hot. i was horny. and let's just say...there were sparks. the only snag was he was on the other side of the giant (?) wdby 10 theatre screen.

i first saw ryan reynolds  in the movie Definitely Maybe. he would later go on to delightfully entertain me in The Proposal and Adventureland (and unfortunately in Just Friends--that's not a need-to-see). but it was this first movie that I fell deeply and utterly and superficially in love with him. have all y'all seen this movie? its very surprising. on the outside, it's this shitty rom-com with wanna-be actors making kissy face. but woah. it's funny and clever and beautiful. and not too long, which is the most important quality in a romantic comedy. i was reminded of this because not just a moment ago, i was watching it on the Oxygen network. and being the joyous person that i am, i picked up the Mac and started blogging. Mhm. from the Oxygen network to the blog. i know, take a step back, your computer's gonna explode from the coolness radiating off my every limb.

so yes. that is my Definitely Maybe story. not really a story, actually...hmmm

OK NEW PROCLOMATION: its one of my most favorite movies. how's that for an ending? hmm? that's what i thought: basically, worse.



p.s. have you seen this thing with google? you can listen to whole songs!

we have a close friendship

ellen degeneres granted me the personal responsibility of delivering the funny bits of her website to the world.

The Westing Game: A Full Briefing

ahh, the family favorite: the west wing. well, liz's family's favorite. america's family's favorite, if you will. let's ponder this for a moment...


a few weeks ago, i was shy about entertaining the idea of liking this show around y'all, but now i can feel free to let my freak flag fly, because that's something america was built upon, as Josiah Bartlett would say.

the west wing is all about boosting the viewer's confidence. in my opinion, watching the show makes me the viewer feel smart. the viewer can simply pretend to know what the hell is going on while relishing in the idea that they are a part of something important. because the west wing takes on very popularly controversial topics. but before i get into that, let me tell anyone who doesn't know a little about this award-winning show:

it broadcasted from 1999 to 2006. The series is set in the West Wing of theWhite House—where the Oval Office and offices of presidential senior staff are located—during the fictional Democratic administration of Josiah Bartlet (played by Martin Sheen). yes i just copied and pasted that from wikipedia. also, The show received positive reviews from critics, political science professors, and former White House staffers. In total, The West Wing won three Golden Globe Awards and 27 Emmy Awards, including the award for Outstanding Drama Series, which it won four consecutive times from 2000 through 2003.


basically, keeping in meghan-tradition i've favorited two characters/actors. 


first of all there's ALISON JANNEY which i honestly think is the greatest contribution to mankind since air conditioning (that is the phrase, no?) 


she was the mom in Juno and the obnoxious lady in Away We Go. before i had seen the west wing i thought she was just an underused hilarious and excellent actress. but woah. she was soooo good on the westing game GRRR why do i keep wanting to type that?! the west wing. she was good on the west wing. she played the WHite House Press Secretary. the following is a clip of what she did a lot of on the show which was talk to the reporters/press. of course, you'd have to know the context of this clip to really feel it. but because the world revolves around me, i shall tell you that i indeed...really feel it...dotdotdot.











alright second character: Josh Lyman. fucking hottest white house staffer ever. he is the White House Deputy Chief of Staff. ok so there aren't any good pictures of him online...but nvm he's a favorite too.


....so yeah. this has been a full briefing. i'm really more of a boxers man myself tho...(woah! Miss Congeniality 2 quote! holla)

justify

Ok, so I'm ready to justifiably blog.


Let's begin with a book Sonia just lent me. Let's pretend it's called Anorexia Atheism Hate.

I'm not gonna deny that it's pretty good and I can see why it's becoming a movie and I can see why some people like it. But we cannot deny the flaws, the constitution says so!

First of all, the woman uses personification to the point of inducing headaches. I read straight til page 68, and during that time i had to put the book down 5 times just to look at the wall. That's how annoying the personifying of inanimate things is. Everything from a pencil box to the emotions of loneliness and depression (which she calls her "friends" Loneliness and Depression) is personified and it was like, "just use a different writing technique already!!!!!!!"

This a huge pet peeve of mine: when you're on the edge of getting into a book and all you can notice are the literary flaws. in this case, the overuse of personification. she also asks herself questions "out loud" way too much. every other sentence it's, "why did you get a divorce, liz?" "why are you depressed, liz?" and then she answers herself, "i guess you should talk to God more Liz." *her name is liz, she's asking herself questions.

i really wish i didn't get so distracted by these annoyances because it is pretty good. very insightful, somewhat exciting stuff. and she is a good writer, if you can get past the minor technique obsessive disorder she clearly has. Oh how I've really pumped myself up to pick up the book now.

k & k

I was simply minding my own business, looking at the website for the hit show "Kourtney and Khloe Take Miami"  (which is on tonight, so i had a legitimate reason for viewing) when i saw these two comments:

exciting shit right? meghan and meg! woooah

perhaps

new meghan, perhaps?

a whole new me.

i've decided to become a whole new meghan. details...it'll be a better meghan. more details late-ah.

to watch, or not to watch

once again, i've proven myself to be the black sheep of the family. my sister's been watching the world cup all day, meanwhile, i'm decidely boycotting it. school can be educational it turns out. i recently learned some disturbing things about Africa during this last week of school, and these things have culminated in me boycotting it (or not watching it.) i told this to my sister as she gave me the finger and turned the volume up.

why i'm not watching:

"the various levels of South African government" have spent FIVE BILLION DOLLARS  on TEN NEW STADIUMS for this supposibly FIFA SPONSORED EVENT. the clefto-politicans that make up the "various levels of government" no doubt used the Angelina Jolie-advocated-foreign-aid to make these stadiums, meanwhile OVER HALF OF THE CONTINENT is on the "wrong side of the technological divide" and MILLIONS (BILLION) live in the extremist of poverty. they are the offspring of a vicious cycle which includes the disastrous effects of european imperialism and a line of many corrupt government officials put in place by the former imperialists.
cnn.com, abc primetime clip


i'm just fucking sayin.

Party Down

i know that everyone was completely entranced by my last blog to "update" you about my CIA official whereabouts or some shit. but alas...i was just gonna blog about me new favorite tv show. but now i'm questioning whether i should because a.) the last few times i've done this, i've lost interest in said show (i.e. arrested development, friday night lights) and b.) i should be doing my homework.

but i've already watched every episode, so i guess there's no where to go from here but wait for more. (there are only 10 episodes per season, and there are two seasons.)

the show is called "Party Down" (not What Cool People Do On Friday Nights or whatever) and it's about a catoring service in LA and all the wannabe Hollywood stars that work there. it's way more awesome than it sounds. Jane Lynch aka Sue Sylvestor was in it and so is Megan Mullally aka Karen Walker, and they were/are hilarious. also it is "TV-MA" which means swearing! yay! its funny, and cute, and i legally watched it on netflix.com!! it consumed all of my friday night, but i don't regret that, because i try to stay true to my ridiculously cool self at all times. also, courtney, i watched an episode of true blood (not on netflix...) and...yea. porn. also, not very captivating. disappointing. "Party Down" was not disappointing. On my millions various adventures to netflix.com, i've seen it, and have been intrigued. but it was not until last particular friday night (i realize i'm over-doing this joke), that i decided to indulge my inner nerd. and by inner nerd, i mean overall/outer dork with no life.

this has been meghan, signing off with i'm a fucker who has no life news update via blog!

creepy internet ad of the day:

enticed, no?

(i'm trying really hard not to start these sentences with ok or so, fyi)

i was watching this new show i found called "What Cool People Do On Friday Nights" and now i'm really addicted. it's amazing. updates to come.


p.s. it's not really called that

fucking psychotic bully with terroristic tendencies

everything you could possibly want to know not care about my aunt:

if you're going to live a boring suburban life, then this is the way you do it--

she's a grade school teacher, but her husband makes lots of money doing some job, so they live a pretty pampered lifestyle, complete with new iPhones every month, pimpin' rides, and a pool/jacuzzi.

she lives in a warm state. it's a racial-profiling one, but still.

she has two boys; both of whom respect her, and do what she says, but also are completely relaxed around her. her oldest is free to swear openly, and brings home his girlfriends. a lot.

she's funny and has a social life.

basically, she's the opposite of her sister. oooh burn. but its the truth.

also, last night i put on a civil but quiet demeanor, and she simply said, "hi/congrats on your test" and left me alone. then when i came home from school today, she was reading a magazine and didn't talk to me. so far, going quite well.


the other sister update: lately, i've been recieving a bunch of condesending and controlling comments. i'm not used to this. i've always been independent, and i've never had to sucummb to my mother telling me what to do, so it's weird. the following are things that she has said lately. and all y'all with normal mothers will not think there is anything suspicous to them at all. but she's always had an exaggerated trust for me, so even the slightest mother-like comment makes me annoyed:

"be careful!"
"drive safely!"
"don't be mean to jill when you get home from school"
"hey mario, (i assume she was referring to the video game thing, but the world may never know) we saw you driving while on our walk....were you going 30 mph?"

jesus, i'm getting mad just typing them. and when i look at them, i think average sit-com mom comments. but to me, it's like she doesn't trust me to handle myself, and it's kind of like a stomach punch every time.

what the hell does "don't be mean to jill" mean?! like i'm a fucking psychotic bully who will terroize my own aunt or sumthin..





(don't be alarmed/call child protective services...just bitching.)

bad rhyme

my planner says:

it shall be an ickyicky day. yay.

ok, so my mom was already getting on my nerves, when BAM! her sister, my aunt, arrives from arizona (you know that state, right? the one with that new, um, law?)

yeah. i feel that the more amount of people in your house, the more annoying it is to be there. in this case, my mom and my aunt talk constantly, and they do it fucking loudly. i suppose you call that yelling. well, they yell about the most mundane topics with the kind of passion and enthusiasm i haven't seen since tessa first went to work.

the worst part of this is that the woman is in love with me. she thinks we have a lot in common. she likes to talk to me. GAHH. i do not like this. i haven't even gone upstairs yet (in my basement doing homework), so the talking has yet to start. their yelling has started though. they yell about everything from their latest shopping experience to the most BORING retarded thing the wee children have said.

i hate this. i do not need this added stress during finals week. ah man and i have to fucking share a bathroom.

public statement

ok guys, i want to issue a formal apology:

i am soooo sorry for the shitty blogging i've been doing lately! i didn't even know until just now (as a means of procrastination) when i read my first blog ever! and i was like, "damn girl!" cuz that was a damn good first blog! so yeah...sorry for slumming it from then on out. i know it effects you personally and all of the people in your life, so you can be expecting your Edible Arrangements tomorrow.

title

i'm not digging the current weather situation. i thought about this metaphor while letting my dogs outside: it's like waiting while a teacher hands back tests.

you grow quickly impatient, waiting.
you get all hot and bothered.
you just want it to happen.

the weather i speak of is this muggy, it'll probably rain soon, but then again..maybe it won't weather. ICKY. just storm and storm and storm already, i say, so we can have pure sun for all of summer. i prefer sun. not sun clouded by humidity and...clouds. (should've planned that one out.) because even if there are clouds in the sky, you can still get skin cancer, so you can't use that argument against me it. fyi...

useless and boring update alert! i took "eonline" and "twitter" off my bookmarks bar, in an effort to lessen my visitation of those sites. i really don't like that part about myself; that part that really digs pseudo-celebrity-interaction. the kind of gross stalking shit in which it's not that gross because so many people go on those sites, and the twitter stuff the celebrities endorse and write themselves so its not that gross, but then again, isn't it even grosser those ways?kind of stalking shit. if you didn't follow that, just nod yes. so anyway, yes...i'm not gonna go to those sites (as much). it'll be a whole new meghan.

you know what part about myself i also don't like? my new-found usage of the verb "dig". yes. i've now used that assholey word thrice.

this is sooo sad..the picture..makes me want to cry

irony alert! alert!

guns...the essence of peace, i always say.

ruined dreams

not that anyone gives a shit about what "Lo Bosworth" has to say (what the fuck kind of name is that?) but she tweeted this and it made me sad:

in all honesty, i don't know his John Wooden is. but i recently (5-10 minutes ago) RUINED my UCLA sweatshirt by spilling BLEACH on various parts of it.

being the metaphorical person that i am, i can't help but take this as a sign that all my hopes and dreams are colorless and blotchy.

also, "lo bosworth" got into UCLA. she's on "The Hills." i'm depressed. 'nuf said.

car test

this is the reply i sent to erin after she emailed me about my test. it's an accurate portrayl of my experience, and i don't feel like changing-it-up for bloggger today.



omigod! it was...ridiculous. i suppose it depends on who you are as a person...and i had the longest panic attack: from thursday morning til friday 5 hours after i took the test. but every other person i know who's taken it has said that they were calm, the proctor was calm, it was easy, blah blah blah. well, they went to stillwater. that's my biggest advice: GO TO STILLWATER. they are scheduled way in advance over there, so you'll have to do that but it's worth it. I went to Hastings because I could get a test appointment in 2 weeks. the proctor/test person was a hag bitch fuckface who basically made me puke and cry. she was mean. seriously. i had anxiety/stress-induced stomach cramps and i had a mix of my breakfast and bile-taste in my mouth all of friday. but again...just the way i roll. my mom said before i took it (to calm me down), "meghan, at least you are not going to jail for a crime you didn't commit. now that would be stressful." ha.

anyway, i did terribly. in fact, when we pulled into the DMV parking lot, and she started to read what she marked me on*, i knew it, i knew i failed. then she said, "you should definitely practice with an adult before going off on your own." then she threw the paper in my lap and slammed the car door (may be exaggerating a wee bit). but anyway, it wasn't til after i was in line again to register (for what? idk) that i looked down at the sheet she tossed at me, which was shaking in not the wind, but in the ferocious involuntary movement of my hands, and i saw that she circled "pass". 

i wasn't even excited on the drive back to school, cuz i was so traumatized. but again, that's just me. i'm a freak that way. 

*what i got off on: parallel parking. i tried twice to get into the space and tapped the cone. twice. she said at the time, "you have the rest of your life to practice this. now pull out and take the next available left." freaky. then i didn't know all the controls on the dashboard (i.e. four-way-flashers, defroster). thenn i didn't look back when i turned to park on the side of the road. then...ddon't really remember anything else. 

so my point: learn from my mistakes. go to stillwater. (hastings = lots of one-ways that i got marked off on because i didn't know what the FUCK i was doing [horrrrrrible])

also: i'm a good driver. not gonna lie to you. the above shpeil may be convincing you otherwise but...idk. i'm safe. there are no one-ways in woodbury/lake elmo. i don't plan on parallel parking any time soon. i'm bomb at the 90 degree back up. there's a reason why i passed (what i'm trying to say here is: don't tell your mom that i did badly on the test, or you'll never get to ride in a car with me, i'm thinking). 

holla at yo' boi,

meg

i'm numb and in a controlling and constant state of anxiety. i need help :((
i'm gonna go practice.
i need people to practice their speeches tonight for tomorrow when

a.) i fail
b.) its cancelled
c.) i fail during a thunderstorm
d.) i get lost on the way there and don't make it/basically fail.

seriously. think about what you are going to say, i'd appreciate it.

i'm pizzissted, so i shall blog

do they cancel drivers tests for thunderstorms? this is unbelievable.

one left

no!no!no!no!no!no! serious heartbreak guys!

Golden Girls' Rue McClanahan Dies

Today 10:45 AM PDT by JOAL RYAN

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The Golden Girls made a woman of Rue McClanahan.
McClanahan—who earned an Emmy along with, by her own assessment, a measure of courage playing Blanche Devereaux, the lustiest member of the sitcom classic's retiree quartet—died early today from what was termed a massive stroke. She was 76.
"She had her family with her. She went in peace," her manager, Barbara Lawrence, said.
Her death leaves Betty White as the sole surviving star of the beloved 1985-1992 TV comedy. Estelle Getty died in 2008; Bea Arthur passed away in 2009.
The Golden Girls itself is immortal, as McClanahan herself observed.
"It started running in reruns in 1988, and it hasn't stopped since," she told the Gay & Lesbian Times in 2008. "It dawned on me then that this might be an ongoing proposition."
Born Feb. 21, 1934, in Oklahoma, McClanahan was a wife and mother before becoming an actress at about age 30. In the beginning, she worked primarily in the New York theater. She came to Hollywood in the 1970s, tempted by roles in producer Norman Lear's groundbreaking sitcoms All in the Family and Maude. On the latter, she played the neighbor and friend of Arthur's titular character.
In 1985, at age 51, McClanahan became the youngest "girl" on The Golden Girls. The show was an immediate hit, as popular with critics as with families who found themselves housebound on a pre-Internet Saturday night.
Originally, Blanche was to be played by White, who'd had man-eating experience as insatiable TV chef Sue Ann Nivens on The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Then it was suggested White instead give it a go as the show's most naive character.
"So I'm Rose and she's Blanche," White said of McClanahan to the King Features Syndicate in 1985. "And as she said so perfectly the other day, 'I'm playing you and you're playing me!' "
For McClanahan, the new role took some getting used to.
"Blanche is extremely self-confident," McClanahan once told the Los Angeles Daily News. "I have found that helps me to have more self-confidence. It really has. If she can think like that, why don't I think like that?"
McClanahan did seem to share a certain spunk with Blanche—by the time the series premiered, McClanahan had been married and divorced five times. But according to McClanahan, her repeated trips down the aisle indicated anything but confidence.
"It was a quiet kind of desperation," she told TV Guide in 1990. "I always thought I had to have a man."

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McClanahan wrote about her exes and other men, including Benson star Robert Guillaume, in the 2007 memoir My First Five Husbands...and the Ones Who Got Away. As the title indicated, McClanahan had given marriage one more try in 1997 to writer-actorMorrow Wilson.
After The Golden Girls, McClanahan starred with Getty and White in its one-season-only spinoff, The Golden Palace, and later returned to Broadway.
The actress suffered a minor stroke in January while convalescing from heart bypass surgery. Morrow told the tabloids that McClanahan asked him to move out of their New York apartment following the bypass.
To the end, Blanche stayed with McClanahan and vice versa.
"People always ask me if I'm like Blanche," McClanahan said tongue in cheek to the Cape Cod Times in 2007. "Well, Blanche was an oversexed, self-involved, man-crazy, vain Southern belle from Atlanta—and I'm not from Atlanta."

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found this really funny...featured next to each other on itunes

also. this. is. where. it's. at. seriously. check it out. :) i mean, obviously, every month should be black music month. perhaps, african american music yearyearyearyear. right? yes.
if you don't get it: where's the white music month then? ahh. :o
i really hate when i type with emoticons. damn me.

nothing

wednesday. hump day.

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sonia doesn't have a phone!! ahh whatever will we do...(sincere)


funny story: she dropped it in the toilet. not a long one, but a funny one, indeed.


i'm feeling really antsy/anxiety-ridden lately. drivers test. public speaking. english mess. ap. finals.
on the bright side: __________________

tonight's glee

i really liked tonight's episode of glee.

for those who haven't watched it yet, i'll spare you the details.
the episode revolved around the universal (?) emotion of depression. at first, i didn't think anything of it, being that the topic is often accompanied by a common phrase in teenage life ("i'm depressed.") and also because of the show's song and dance, which, of course, was mesmerizing.

but as soon as the episode made that little "ba-dum" sound, and the fox 9 news promos started appearing (blechh), i thought of something. glee, along with involving a whole lot of talent-whores in one amazing dramedy performance after another, is satirical.

duh. though i usually spend a great deal of time critically thinking and focusing on the analytics of a television program, i had somehow overlooked this fact. and now i'm left with feelings of pain and joy.

i'm kidding, but i really sound like rachel berry.

what i'm trying to get at is that during tonight's episode, all of the characters used the phrase, "i'm depressed" and so ensued an epiphany: the show's writers were making fun of how that phrase is just thrown around, and perhaps used a little too cavelierly. obviously, their point is to entertain, not make it an after-school-special (i have no idea what this is, but the expression seems appropriate), but let's just say little stupid meghan is in on the joke guys *ridic wink here*

i take this two ways:

a.) lightheartedly. it's funny. i understand this, i can relate.
b.) depression effects a person's behavior, social life, the people they surround themselves with, etc.
even though i sometimes feel this way, as we all do, i wonder now if i am overusing this phrase, adding to its now quite casual manifestation..


where's c? thas sad.

like hagrid

cuz it's the first of june, and i've already written 3 posts today, might as well make it 4. why? why. not.




today's the first of june!!! holla! holla-at-yo-boii!

i've been doing a lot of thinking, and i'm considering becoming Dog the Bounty Hunter. or at least job shadowing him. cool cat. (sarcasm. this dude's a mullet-sportin' creep-o.)

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For those of you who have the E! channel, and regularly view it, you might have noticed that it's E!'s 20th anniversary and they keep bragging about it. i like this. the background of the E! promos are red and sparkly, and they have little trivia things in between movie previews. snazzy shit.

you know what's also snazzy shit? my life. but you knew that was coming right? mhmm. every post is another rollarcoaster of emotions coupled with a cliffhanger conclusion. that's a contradiction: cliffhanger conclusion. but hey, bad writing...how i roll.

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i hate things. just kidding. man oh man do i want to post a video right now that nobody will watch except me and i will become so happee. like hagrid.

sadder than SADD

ok, will you guys hate me after this..?

my newest televison obsession is......................
































the west wing :(

i just netflixed the first season first disc. it makes my brain hurt, but it also makes me happy. real happy. like, "i have to do this now..text him...write this...WATCH WEST WING..finish this assignment...WATCH WEST WING!!"

you know how it is...oh, you don't? seriously? i'm the only one with this condition? (the said condition not being TVOCD but rather, talking to the internet).

meg loves atkins

i really like carbs. basically, it's my favorite food group next to chocolate.

my food pyramid goes something like this:


healthy = the occasional apple slice, banana dipped in chocolate, strawberry.
chocolate = ice cream, dove pieces, hershey's, lindt truffles, the works
whipped cream = reddi whip, homemade, cool-whip
carbs = bread, alla it.


i've been really loading up on naan lately. i think i saw somewhere once it was like 100 calories per giant piece, so i've been rollin' with that.

abc format

free time free time i hate free time when all it serves me with is the opportunity to think think think about how foolish (yes, foolish) i was today :(

sweaty.
fishing for compliments (granted, it seemed necessary at the time).
flustered.
big, big hair.
voice...wavered.

damn my lack of public speaking confidence! damn it!

glee's on tonight...apparently so is True Hollywood Story Dog the Bounty Hunter (currently is playing on my tv)

gahhh...more public speaking tomorrow (damn miss style!)


here's a story from sonia via text cuz

a.) she won't blog about it anyways
b.) can't think of what to write next
c.) i like lists in abc format

Sonia Alright so i decided to take a nap from 4:45-6, nbd...My mom wakes me up 1/2 way bcuz of laundry or some shit, I go bk to sleep... when i wake up, it's 6:45, and I realize anna beckerfurniture [a friend of her sisters] is over, but whatever, i stayin bed bcuz i'm too hungry to get up.. Sooo then i hear the doorbell ring and i'm like "finally her dad is here to pick her up" but my parents are too enthusiastic for that so i soon figure out it's the-friends-who-moved-topittsburgh'sdad...wtf?! So he's over, anna's over, and they're all in the kitchen, i'm hungry  and llook like shit and i have to get up and greet them up...i mean he's here all the way from pittsburgh?! how was i unaware of his arrival...?!


yea. sucks. i feel her pain. sista, friend.


more to come. no videos, i promise.