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.

Doctor

dermatology. i would be a dermatologist.
this is because

a.) there was an episode of grey's anatomy, where the main surgeon characters seek solace on the dermatology floor. its all relaxing, with sofas and mood lighting, and the employees get free massages. i imagine that it is exactly like that it real life.

b.) i'm not cool with bodies and bodily fluids. and bodily nastiness. so basically...? i wouldn't become any kind of doctor. this does not to pertain to "i would be a dermatologist because", but hey. i'm not doctor-smart.

el futuro

the future is.....uncertain.



 

Question?

why do most people choose to say they "hate" something, when in reality, they're just bad at it?
for me, this seems to apply to math mostly.


i feel like it's very similar to the ignorant hate thing. deep, huh? (question #2!)

Who Cooks Better?

i think i'm feminist by blood, not nature. or it seems that way. my mom taught me (not of course direct teachings, but in her own underhanded mutterings, guilt-laden) the sexist ways of the world from the start. which i guess, would imply i'm feminist by nature.

....
 also, i'm not going to rule out the distinct possibility that my education-by-sit-com childhood had a few "women are powerful, too" plot-lines nestled in there.

...

(as a mere child) the mother made a feminist example out of herself by not cooking when possible. she used to insist that el culo cooked better, and that she had more important things to do. these things, i do not remember. she was probably making an enormous effort to keep me from memorizing lines from Will & Grace. 

but now, my dad has a job (something i've learned to insist upon, so he keeps himself occupied), and does not get home until after my sister has to be rushed off to softball. this is the very specific reason why my mom has taken up making dinner. (also, i'm too lazy to take part in this...occurrence.)




i'm not sure why i keep saying 'dinner' when in actuality, the prompt was, "who is the better cook"... perhaps, because, i can't remember the last time my parents made me breakfast. they feel guilty about this, i know, because my mom mumbles about it everytime she witnesses me pour cereal on a weekday. also, when i say i'm hungry on weekends.

lunch is another meal generally not made by the designated house-cooks. i mean...i eat here on weekends, but nothing specific (detail-wise) is coming to mind...which probably indicates negativity in that area.


well, i was going to stop there, but after reading that last line, i decided it was a bit too like meghan's life depressing to end on.


enjoy this :) a classic for the ages

Hate and Love

i cannot count the number of times i've said, "i hate". "hate" is one of the most used words in my vocabulary. i feel like i'm too vocal about what i "hate" and too quick to announce hatred of something/someone. however, i feel like i hate too many things for me to recount here on this post.

so i'd have to say my most recent hates are...

i hate public speaking.

i hate being told my dog has some sort of incurable, very painful stomach cancer. i hate hearing that surgery is not an option because it's too close to her spine. i hate the way my mom told us. i hate her dramatic/immature nature. i hate knowing Ally has maybe a year left. i...hate it. 

also: hate slackers and talking in the morning before the coffee has taken effect. 

i love...i feel like i should say this more often. 

i love...my friends. i love...coffee. i love...chocolate. i love...my dogs. 

i love...the way liz takes charge. i love...the way courtney is, first and foremost, polite. i love...the dependability of sonia. i love...the spontaneous laughter with acacia. i love...the relatability of tessa (as well as her Murray voice). i love...me and erin's many similarities, and many differences. i love...christina's inevitable awkwardness! LOVE IT SOO MUCH! i love...television and movies....with such passion. 

now remember meghan, you only wrote the friends who might possibly read this post...you do have more friends than this! be positive!

PASSION BABY!

karma's a bitch.

are you kidding me?!

Bret Michaels Hospitalized for Stroke, Hole in Heart

Today 4:25 PM PDT by WHITNEY ENGLISH AND MARCUS ERRICO

Ali Goldstein/NBC

Yesterday we watched Bret Michaels make a triumphant TV comeback on Oprah. Today, we're sending good thoughts his way.
The rocker, who recovered from a near-fatalbrain hemorrhage a month ago, is back in the hospital after suffering a "warning stroke," according to a statement posted on his website.
He was readmitted this week "after suffering numbness on the left side of his body, predominately his face and hands," the statement reads. After performing some tests, his doctors discovered a hole in the Poisonstar's heart.

Read more: http://www.eonline.com/#ixzz0oWCvFrPL

hope y'all are good..cuz i ain't. yet.

oh man oh man. what. a. bad. day.


it started off badly with me awakening a mere 10 minutes before the bus arrived.  and of course, after scrambling around for those 10 minutes, karma issued a big "psych!" moment for me, in which the bus decided to be +5 minutes late. +5 minutes i could've spent putting in contacts, adding make-up, eating a bigger breakfast.

then once i got to school i realized that my glasses suck and i can't read shit (i.e. the board) outta dem. also, my math teacher was gone which means i'm now going to fall behind on the lesson plan.

highlight of my day came around lunch: a certain doe-eyed (yearight) dumbass, made some pretty stupid comments. hilarious! courtney may remember the, "i should stop drinking this- you can OD from water, ya know" but i will always commemorate the precious, "for english, i'm using a book on tape" quote because its just...deliciously retarded. SHE CAN'T READ!!!! YAYYY


then acacia didn't show up for art, which prompted the P-tard to stare at my boobs and say, "this is awkward."

then then then (after megan told me on the bus that i had shit on my face during a conversation with J and J) i was greeted at the bus stop by a certain Wisteria Lane bitch, telling me i had to promptly start babysitting now, instead of the agreed upon 3:30. the weirdest part of this confrontation was that Wisteria Lane bitch was not the woman i was originally babysitting for. WLB said i was going to babysit both her children and two of the original children, and i was going to do it now. i didn't get to go home and have a frapp, or even a pee. nope. when i got inside i was greeted by two little bitches, and two little angels. oh yeah, and a demanding list of commands that i had to accomplish by certain time slots. after i was done bitching about this over text, i read my book (wow, who knew you can actually read english books) while they screamed and played video games, so overall not a bad babysitting experience. but then came the pizza and their robot oven...time will tell, time will tell...(tell what? i don't know.)

then i came home to a delicious grilled cheese and the new Entertainment Weekly (lol sonia---with an article all about COOOOUGARS) and the prospect of a t.v. oriented night (what night isn't?) so alls welll that ends well. ?

sorry for merely bitching and not putting any creative effort into this one. but then again, this is what i always do, so i'm hoping y'alls standards are positioned appropriately low.

NOW T.V. NIGHT!!! WOOHOOOO!

Hope y'all are doing good...(my attempt at not sounding self-absorbed for a moment...)

i'm not a vicky, right?

My Offer to Sonia

reasons why sonia should blog:

• it releases stress/anxiety/tension/boredom/is a cleanse or "puking" as sonia so eloquently puts it/
• it gives me some will power to not text sonia three million times a day, saying things like "whatcha doin...?"
• sonia's blogs are always funny. laughing releases endorphins. overall, reading her blog improves the emotional and physical health of the reader.
• it balances out the blog numbers. 




• liz, is a professional, blogging an average of once a day. 
• tessa, .... is sporadic, but that's why we love them. 
• courtney, xangaxangaxanga...what we gonna do witchu. 
• and as for me, my blogging comes as a purge: quickly and lots of it. and since we've begun the bulimia metaphor----> i regain some self-confidence, until that next lonely look in the mirror and then i think that i am fat again and the purging cycle begins once more. delish. 




• everyone loves sonia's blog. 
• knowing what i pretend to know about sonia, there's a good chance that she's just on facebook and/or napping. so, what's a few minutes on blogger, typing up a masterpiece for many jolly fellows to enjoy? plus, being a good writer comes with the this-comes-too-easily-and-i-can-write-it-in-5-minutes-territory (i don't give a shit if that made sense or not. none of this does! the world has gone maddddd!)
• meghan becomes emotionally disturbed when she can't read sonia's blog. sure, she [meghan? me?] can go through the archive with a box of tissues in hand, but what is it doing to her in the long run? hmmm? don't get her [me??] wrong: things like "i don't feel like blogging any more" hurt. and they hurt lots. like bulimia, i imagine...she imagines? ayyy dios mio!
• ALSO: it paves the way for future bloggers to continue (i.e. ACACIA y MEGHAN y TESSA yyyyy) ACACIA & TESSA SHOULD BLOGGGGGG MORE 

there is no fucking question. just do it, dammit.