I know it's been awhile... i'm too lazy to check how long. but indeed, i'm sure not much has changed. i'm still a redhead with the ability to rant incoherently for hours.... oh! tonight is New Year's, and for once, i have plans in town! I'll either go party with Laura and Kate, and get "likkered", or go to the WOW hall with Angel and see what's shaking there... or i could call Sarah and see what she's doing.... eh, i think i will start with just taking a shower. and then, when that is done, i will get dressed, make a few calls, and continue with life. call me if you have a prefereence as to what i do with my evening
---Meghan
31.12.03
21.10.03
16.10.03
Wow, it's been awhile... lemme see where i left off, and then i will fill in the difference... wow, back at the Celebration! that was when... before i got my liscense! haha
so anyways, yeah... Opening night of "Chock Full of Funny 2: Full Throttle" was tonight... it rocked! Jeff was there... oh, yeah, Jeff is this guy who I know from Church, and is Mitch Harvick's amigo... he's my amigo too, and i'm going to Homecoming with him this Saturday :) nice guy, into drama, not afraid to be seen doing stupid shit, like going up to random people's houses in a nerd get-up and asking for money for UNICEF. Honestly, what kind of boy-o does that? And spending over an hour en transit (bus-hopping) just to see me in ho get-ups for an hour? Gotta be a keeper.
And in the rest of the world... I have a huuuuge-ass Econ quiz tomorrow, that we're all supposed to fail... So I believe I will be sleeping now... good night, and wish me luck for my show tomorrow!
---Meghan
so anyways, yeah... Opening night of "Chock Full of Funny 2: Full Throttle" was tonight... it rocked! Jeff was there... oh, yeah, Jeff is this guy who I know from Church, and is Mitch Harvick's amigo... he's my amigo too, and i'm going to Homecoming with him this Saturday :) nice guy, into drama, not afraid to be seen doing stupid shit, like going up to random people's houses in a nerd get-up and asking for money for UNICEF. Honestly, what kind of boy-o does that? And spending over an hour en transit (bus-hopping) just to see me in ho get-ups for an hour? Gotta be a keeper.
And in the rest of the world... I have a huuuuge-ass Econ quiz tomorrow, that we're all supposed to fail... So I believe I will be sleeping now... good night, and wish me luck for my show tomorrow!
---Meghan
25.9.03
20.9.03
Alright, the Great Debate is on... to drive myself (illegally, mind you) to the Celebration... or stay home and wish I was at the Celebration?
Meanwhile, the keys sit there, on the counter... the car sits in the garage... my parental units sit at a ball game... and i sit here, trying to decide if males and fun are worth the pain and hell i will go through when i get caught.... eh, fuck it, i'm going. adios
---Meghan
Meanwhile, the keys sit there, on the counter... the car sits in the garage... my parental units sit at a ball game... and i sit here, trying to decide if males and fun are worth the pain and hell i will go through when i get caught.... eh, fuck it, i'm going. adios
---Meghan
well, yeah, that was one of those damn misunderstandings that ya wish hadn't'a happened, eh? boys, who gets 'em... i finally cornered Tyler, and we discussed it (as he hopped up and down, whining about how he was going to be late), and i believe i am going to keep looking.... rrrow, as i always do!
speaking of which...
Eugene Celebration this weekend, got my bracelet shining orange, wheehaw... however, i believe i may go nap before the festivities begin (and may they never end!)... if you feel the urge to call me... and you do not have mi numero.... get it!
---Meg'n
ps... i need to talk to:
-Tyler
-Ryland
-Jeff
-Mitch Harvick
and any number of people i run into tonight playing Commando... hmm... i wonder if one must go commando to play commando... i will ask someone soon.... hahahah
speaking of which...
Eugene Celebration this weekend, got my bracelet shining orange, wheehaw... however, i believe i may go nap before the festivities begin (and may they never end!)... if you feel the urge to call me... and you do not have mi numero.... get it!
---Meg'n
ps... i need to talk to:
-Tyler
-Ryland
-Jeff
-Mitch Harvick
and any number of people i run into tonight playing Commando... hmm... i wonder if one must go commando to play commando... i will ask someone soon.... hahahah
16.9.03
I am currently eating, harassing, and typing... go me!
time to dance, since i just ate, and obviously, only jazz goes with food! so, i dance, and i enjoy myself, since everyone seems to be wanting to talk to me... argh! the phone keeps ringing... oops, this call is important, and it will makea me verrrry happy... Quinn leaves! -tear, smile-
---Meghan
time to dance, since i just ate, and obviously, only jazz goes with food! so, i dance, and i enjoy myself, since everyone seems to be wanting to talk to me... argh! the phone keeps ringing... oops, this call is important, and it will makea me verrrry happy... Quinn leaves! -tear, smile-
---Meghan
15.9.03
Wow, Mitch is cute... he's got this little shy smile that really says more than one would think a smile can convey... we went to Taco Time today, which was fun... i ended up giving up half of my Mexi Fries to Brittany, since my ride was leaving without me... had a pretty neat running entry into the car, since my friend Sara is crazy enough to own a crappy Oldsmobile and drive like a maniac... ah, but i love her. and now, I need to get ahold of Mitch Harvick (ok, there should only be one Mitch in the world, am i right? yes i am) to tell him that i can't do my prostitute act tomorrow, but no worries, i will be there Wednesday... Aye, and everyone should come to my show next month, "Chock Full of Funny: Full Throttle"... yeah, except no Charlie's Angels bikinis... sorry, boys... mwahaha
---Meghan
---Meghan
13.9.03
I met a boy last night... his name is Mitch. he's awesome, kinda looking like Jesus, or with aviators, he looks like Joey Ramone. rrrow.
i met him at the football game last night, and i made him carry my purse.... it looked really good on him. it was quite odd, for those of you who know what my purse looks like... yes, the M*A*S*H one. so then the dance afterwards rocked, and he asked me to dance a lot... so basically, i just danced with him until midnight. and there was only one slow song, so i am feeling the burn in my legs.... hahaha, that sounds really dirrrrrty.... mwahahah
so yeah, and all of that... if anyone really cares, email me, i'll be happy as all hell to spill the details.... adios!
---Meg'n
i met him at the football game last night, and i made him carry my purse.... it looked really good on him. it was quite odd, for those of you who know what my purse looks like... yes, the M*A*S*H one. so then the dance afterwards rocked, and he asked me to dance a lot... so basically, i just danced with him until midnight. and there was only one slow song, so i am feeling the burn in my legs.... hahaha, that sounds really dirrrrrty.... mwahahah
so yeah, and all of that... if anyone really cares, email me, i'll be happy as all hell to spill the details.... adios!
---Meg'n
4.9.03
31.8.03
I did henna all over my left hand, it looks awesome... but it needs to dry, and as much as i love typing one-handed (hahaha, oh man...) i am not wanting to go into detail about every little thing i've done recently.. so here's the Reader's Digest version:
ïbeen at Laura's much, and probably will be applying for residency at Reilly's house soon...
ïQuinn has been all but having sex with his petite girlfriend Jessie at all the damn family functions, which have proved quite... disfunctional... yeah, i'd say a birthday party with only 10 old people and myself in attendance, as the birthday boy and girl have sex in the chair right by mine would qualify as MUY MAL!
ïsick and ruddy tired of sitting at home now... wish to leave! but i'm afraid i might be held accountable for my actions if i do... so here i sit in my big round chair and blue sheet, reading a book and trying to come up with the perfect murder... so far, i think i should just stick to reading, because my ideas suck!
time for bed, adios!
---Meg'n
ïbeen at Laura's much, and probably will be applying for residency at Reilly's house soon...
ïQuinn has been all but having sex with his petite girlfriend Jessie at all the damn family functions, which have proved quite... disfunctional... yeah, i'd say a birthday party with only 10 old people and myself in attendance, as the birthday boy and girl have sex in the chair right by mine would qualify as MUY MAL!
ïsick and ruddy tired of sitting at home now... wish to leave! but i'm afraid i might be held accountable for my actions if i do... so here i sit in my big round chair and blue sheet, reading a book and trying to come up with the perfect murder... so far, i think i should just stick to reading, because my ideas suck!
time for bed, adios!
---Meg'n
29.8.03
Oh man, I love this song Joseph sang for me a week or two ago, it's called "MACINTYRE" and I highly recommend it... if you can stomach old Irish drunk songs, here're the words... Sing it loud, and sing it proud! (But only if you're Irish... otherwise, you're a poser)
MACINTYRE
Some friends of mine in a public bar were playin' dominoes one night
When into the bar a fireman came, his face a chalky white
"What's up?" says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost?
Have you seen me Aunt Mariah?"
"Well, your Aunt Mariah be buggered," says he,
"Th' bleedin' pub's on fire!"
"Well, good!" says Brown, "What a bit of luck! Everybody follow me!"
"It's down to the basement, if the fire's not there, We'll have a grand old spree!"
Well, we all went down after good old Brown,
The booze you would not miss
And we'd not been down there ten minutes or more
Before we looked quite like this:
(Chorus)
And there was Brown all upside down
Lappin' all the whiskey off the floor
"Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried
As they came knockin' at the door (knock knock)
Now don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up
Somebody shouted "MACINTYRE!" (shout)
And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk
When the old Dun Cow caught fire!
Smith walked up to the port-wine tub, gave it just a few hard knocks
Started takin' off his pantaloons, likewise his shoes and socks.
"Well no!" says Brown, "That ain't allowed!"
"Can't do that in here!"
"Don't go washin' your trousers in the port-wine tub
When we've got some Guinness beer!"
Then there came a fiery crash! Half the bloody roof came in!
We were drowned in the fireman's hose till we were almost sober.
So we got some tacks and some old wet socks,
And we tacked ourselves inside
And we sat there gettin' bleary-eyed drunk
While the old Dun Cow got fried!
Isn't it beautiful? mwahaha, methinks I shall sing it sometime tonight when with my mates, and scare the bloody hell outta them! Or even warse, I kin write in Eire... Eire talk, t'beh shar!
Or no... I be tinkin' I needs t'be cleenin' me room, so I kin have a space grand enough t'host me Da when he gets it in his head t'be visitin' me room... So, out goes t'bookcase, and out goes t'desk... Wish me luck, t'be sure'n I be needin' it! Cead Mile Failte!
---Meghan
MACINTYRE
Some friends of mine in a public bar were playin' dominoes one night
When into the bar a fireman came, his face a chalky white
"What's up?" says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost?
Have you seen me Aunt Mariah?"
"Well, your Aunt Mariah be buggered," says he,
"Th' bleedin' pub's on fire!"
"Well, good!" says Brown, "What a bit of luck! Everybody follow me!"
"It's down to the basement, if the fire's not there, We'll have a grand old spree!"
Well, we all went down after good old Brown,
The booze you would not miss
And we'd not been down there ten minutes or more
Before we looked quite like this:
(Chorus)
And there was Brown all upside down
Lappin' all the whiskey off the floor
"Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried
As they came knockin' at the door (knock knock)
Now don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up
Somebody shouted "MACINTYRE!" (shout)
And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk
When the old Dun Cow caught fire!
Smith walked up to the port-wine tub, gave it just a few hard knocks
Started takin' off his pantaloons, likewise his shoes and socks.
"Well no!" says Brown, "That ain't allowed!"
"Can't do that in here!"
"Don't go washin' your trousers in the port-wine tub
When we've got some Guinness beer!"
Then there came a fiery crash! Half the bloody roof came in!
We were drowned in the fireman's hose till we were almost sober.
So we got some tacks and some old wet socks,
And we tacked ourselves inside
And we sat there gettin' bleary-eyed drunk
While the old Dun Cow got fried!
Isn't it beautiful? mwahaha, methinks I shall sing it sometime tonight when with my mates, and scare the bloody hell outta them! Or even warse, I kin write in Eire... Eire talk, t'beh shar!
Or no... I be tinkin' I needs t'be cleenin' me room, so I kin have a space grand enough t'host me Da when he gets it in his head t'be visitin' me room... So, out goes t'bookcase, and out goes t'desk... Wish me luck, t'be sure'n I be needin' it! Cead Mile Failte!
---Meghan
26.8.03
25.8.03
well, here I am, once again... only this time, I am both overly-rested, and tired as all hell! yeah, I can thank my mom (but really, it's my fault) for overmedicating me (ok, half the pill at 8, and then 10... NOT a whole pill at 8 and 10!)... so I have been on double the anti-psychos or whatever those damn things are... all i know is that now, colours are brighter, and driving a car is like being on LSD, which is NOT how you want to be during a driving tutorial! mwahahah
I slept through the whole weekend, so no ropes courses for Meghan... muy triste, øno? oui. whatever. save me from my family!!! I am not enjoying being back in Eugene, since it seems to mean that I can't have even the space I was enjoying before we came back, which is NIL (YOU try spending a week in a small space with your family, and bunking with them, and not being able to leave... argh!)... so, call me, mon cheries! you know the number
---Meghan
I slept through the whole weekend, so no ropes courses for Meghan... muy triste, øno? oui. whatever. save me from my family!!! I am not enjoying being back in Eugene, since it seems to mean that I can't have even the space I was enjoying before we came back, which is NIL (YOU try spending a week in a small space with your family, and bunking with them, and not being able to leave... argh!)... so, call me, mon cheries! you know the number
---Meghan
16.8.03
My ankle is still swollen and bruised... my hand is still beautifully designed, thanks to the loverliness of henna (mendhi)... and my mother is still not quite sure what to do with me. Neither is.... um... a certain other person. Who can die, but not until talking has occured, and not with me, mamamonkey!
I am going to go to sleep, as I will be driving to Seattle tomorrow... maybe I'll go see a game of baseball, or wander around the Market... I love Pike's Market, es muy bonita... especially after long drives in small cars with annoying family members. mwah! I love you all. Call me on my home line and tell me how you love me!
---Meg'n
I am going to go to sleep, as I will be driving to Seattle tomorrow... maybe I'll go see a game of baseball, or wander around the Market... I love Pike's Market, es muy bonita... especially after long drives in small cars with annoying family members. mwah! I love you all. Call me on my home line and tell me how you love me!
---Meg'n
9.8.03
Today was fun! It was slow at first, then I went to Laura's place, and Kate was there... then Nate came over, Kate left, Charlie and Joho came over, Charlie left... so Laura, Nate, Joho, and I went and secretly met Bridget as she was "running"... then we went to an Em's game afterwards, which was.... entertaining? enlightening? something odd. But good, I believe... when I know more of what the bloody hell happened, I shall let you know, eh?
Goodnight!
---Meghan
Goodnight!
---Meghan
8.8.03
Righteo, the South was... interesting. Many "Confederate Rednecks" as my Uncle Marky-Mark put it. Just got home last night, and already I can feel my version of a Charleston accent slipping away... which is good, since Charleston and Irish don't mix well ;-p
My birthday is on Sunday, the 10th, and as of now, the plan is as follows:
-Wake up, surrounded by people I know, bearing gifts
-Go speak in front of the Church
-Hang out downtown with Brittany, see "Guys and Dolls"
-Pick up my cake (with Tinkerbell!!)
-Have dinner with Bob/Sue, Mom, siblings
-Dancing? I hope so!
Yeah, rock on, call me! I wanna hear "Happy Birthday!" from all of the likes of you!
---Meg'n
ps. I smell cigarette smoke.
pps. went to the doctor today... all of my bruises alarmed him. who knows... mwahaha
My birthday is on Sunday, the 10th, and as of now, the plan is as follows:
-Wake up, surrounded by people I know, bearing gifts
-Go speak in front of the Church
-Hang out downtown with Brittany, see "Guys and Dolls"
-Pick up my cake (with Tinkerbell!!)
-Have dinner with Bob/Sue, Mom, siblings
-Dancing? I hope so!
Yeah, rock on, call me! I wanna hear "Happy Birthday!" from all of the likes of you!
---Meg'n
ps. I smell cigarette smoke.
pps. went to the doctor today... all of my bruises alarmed him. who knows... mwahaha
29.7.03
28.7.03
Ah, it's half-way between 10 and 11 pm, yet here I sit, mad as a bloody hatter. I wonder what it would be like to get drunk at a humane society... probably go mad with all the bloody noise and euthanise meself.
Do you think if I ran into the forest right now screaming me bloody head off, somebody would notice? I may try that later tonight, if I get bloody scotched enough... I should tone me language down a bit, might offend someone. And I probably shouldn't drink tonight, because: a) it fucking sucks to drink alone, and b) I have Peace Village tomorrow, and i suspect a Shepherd with a hangover isn't what they want... mwahhaa
alright, night time is no-light time... adios!
---Meghan
ps. I owe ye a thought. sorry
Do you think if I ran into the forest right now screaming me bloody head off, somebody would notice? I may try that later tonight, if I get bloody scotched enough... I should tone me language down a bit, might offend someone. And I probably shouldn't drink tonight, because: a) it fucking sucks to drink alone, and b) I have Peace Village tomorrow, and i suspect a Shepherd with a hangover isn't what they want... mwahhaa
alright, night time is no-light time... adios!
---Meghan
ps. I owe ye a thought. sorry
26.7.03
I need to be saved. Now. If anybody I know with a car has the desire to remove me from here, I'd appreciate it... My show last night went smashingly, Gene did an awesome job in the French number, and I managed to stay on my blackbox for the beginning... I did, however, get a pretty little mark on my hip... it's gorgeous, a red gash with a striking bruise running parallel...
Next Friday I leave for my South Carolina adventure... should be fun, no? Sue says Aunt Cathy knows how to dance like no other... haha, can't you just see me in the deep South at an old plantation, ballroom dancing with some hick that has an accent and a mama that's also his cousin? yeehaw, Billy-Bob-Joe, round 'em up, and move 'em on in! We got ourselves a fancy dance ternight!
Ooh baby, I may needa learn more yoga to make it through this. I will read up, and then I will go to my Peace Village this week, and learn the ways of "Compassionate Conflict Resolution"... I will be so busy laughing, nobody will notice as I take a different plane Friday morning, and go to NYC or Cork... mwahaha
I do believe I am getting so tired of my family I will do something dangerous... I'm not sure what, but it will be crazy... you can read all about it I'm sure in the periodical... don't forget to give Bridget my blood after they've hung me for malicious manslaughter, ok? hehhe... I joke. I just can't handle having Anya back home. She won't shut up! It's bad.
I'm not sure why Chris won't respond to my emails, but it kind of makes me sad... Hey Chris, if you're reading this, you wanna drop a line my way, and tell me what's up? I'm confused... Maybe my email is just broken. Like everything else in this godforsaken deathtrap that I'm forced to call my current place of residency.
Do you ever get the feeling that advertisements are created for the sole purpose to piss you off? Not even to get their name into your head or make a profit, just to make you want to slam your computer against the wall and scream... I bet those fat white guys are sitting in their "Corporate Conference Room" watching me right now as I type, wondering how they can next make my heart rate pitch skyward...
15 days until my 17th birthday! I wonder if I should remind my parents... I put it on the calendar, and my mom told me I was wrong, that my birthday is in September... but she was thinking of Anya. No worries, because Chris thought the same thing... I'm not sure why everyone remembers Anya, seeing as I'm the one that they're talking to! Argh!
If I had one thousand dollars, I would buy a couple of rolls of duct tape for my parents' mouths, a new driver's seat cover, a one-way ticket out of here, and a new pair of shoes. Maybe some black stockings and a box of band-aids, as my hip wound just stretched too far and is now bleeding... yummy...
Alright, I think I will go deal with this, it's muy disturbando... and these trousers are new... Adios!
---Meghan
ps. Random thoughts to represent today:
If Barbie is so popular, then why do you have to buy her friends?
Why is it when we talk to God we are praying, but when God talks to us we are put into the loony bin?
Why are people allowed to put naked statues outside but why can't we run outside naked?
Why do all superheroes wear spandex?
Next Friday I leave for my South Carolina adventure... should be fun, no? Sue says Aunt Cathy knows how to dance like no other... haha, can't you just see me in the deep South at an old plantation, ballroom dancing with some hick that has an accent and a mama that's also his cousin? yeehaw, Billy-Bob-Joe, round 'em up, and move 'em on in! We got ourselves a fancy dance ternight!
Ooh baby, I may needa learn more yoga to make it through this. I will read up, and then I will go to my Peace Village this week, and learn the ways of "Compassionate Conflict Resolution"... I will be so busy laughing, nobody will notice as I take a different plane Friday morning, and go to NYC or Cork... mwahaha
I do believe I am getting so tired of my family I will do something dangerous... I'm not sure what, but it will be crazy... you can read all about it I'm sure in the periodical... don't forget to give Bridget my blood after they've hung me for malicious manslaughter, ok? hehhe... I joke. I just can't handle having Anya back home. She won't shut up! It's bad.
I'm not sure why Chris won't respond to my emails, but it kind of makes me sad... Hey Chris, if you're reading this, you wanna drop a line my way, and tell me what's up? I'm confused... Maybe my email is just broken. Like everything else in this godforsaken deathtrap that I'm forced to call my current place of residency.
Do you ever get the feeling that advertisements are created for the sole purpose to piss you off? Not even to get their name into your head or make a profit, just to make you want to slam your computer against the wall and scream... I bet those fat white guys are sitting in their "Corporate Conference Room" watching me right now as I type, wondering how they can next make my heart rate pitch skyward...
15 days until my 17th birthday! I wonder if I should remind my parents... I put it on the calendar, and my mom told me I was wrong, that my birthday is in September... but she was thinking of Anya. No worries, because Chris thought the same thing... I'm not sure why everyone remembers Anya, seeing as I'm the one that they're talking to! Argh!
If I had one thousand dollars, I would buy a couple of rolls of duct tape for my parents' mouths, a new driver's seat cover, a one-way ticket out of here, and a new pair of shoes. Maybe some black stockings and a box of band-aids, as my hip wound just stretched too far and is now bleeding... yummy...
Alright, I think I will go deal with this, it's muy disturbando... and these trousers are new... Adios!
---Meghan
ps. Random thoughts to represent today:
If Barbie is so popular, then why do you have to buy her friends?
Why is it when we talk to God we are praying, but when God talks to us we are put into the loony bin?
Why are people allowed to put naked statues outside but why can't we run outside naked?
Why do all superheroes wear spandex?
24.7.03
I have decided to merely insert all of my favourite thoughts at the end of the day's thoughts... haha
righteo... i already had one today, but here's another:
Can a hearse driver drive a corpse in the Car Pool lane?
ohh.... and:
Why do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front?
I will save more for later... But my love is showing abound! Feel it, people!
---Meghan
righteo... i already had one today, but here's another:
Can a hearse driver drive a corpse in the Car Pool lane?
ohh.... and:
Why do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front?
I will save more for later... But my love is showing abound! Feel it, people!
---Meghan
Oh man, last night's show was so hot! I can't wait for tomorrow's... I think the deal is afterwards, we're all going out for food... either to Shari's or Pearl Street (aka, Farrell's)... oh wow, I feel sorry for whoever has to put up with us all... I'm guessing it's only going to be the older kids, as the youngers' parents might not want them coming with us... this makes me sad, since that means my buddy Derrick might not join in the festivities... oh, well.. there's always Alex for amusement ("Alex! Do your impression of hanging yourself!")
Last night I participated in the drumming at Perugino's... it's a restaurant that hosts Irish music every Wednesday night from 8 on until we all fell blue-black paralytic drunk on the floor-o, the floor-o! Sweep the floor-o, poor Johnny-o! wheee! it was fun, can you tell? I love playing my little bodhran, and Joseph says I'm doing better, with every pot of tea... hehe
Broke two of my toes recently.. one on the edge of my bathtub, and the other one while dancing with Jon (he said the move was easy, i swear! all i had to do was run, jump, slide on my belly, and strike a Fosse pose! but i guess i had too much energy going into my pointed-toe sexy stance... haha)... you can't even IMAGINE the pain of wearing high heels for the French number we're doing tomorrow... it's gracefully painful. At one point, I took my shoe off, and instead of finding my toe bruised and swollen, my entire foot was ash white... not enough circulation standing on black boxes in front of that damn stage while striking "vogue" poses (they're really uncomfortable... I don't know how the hell anybody would think it's sexy!)... ooh, and the big bruise I have from falling in my bathroom and hitting my shin against the toilet tank... its getting more gorgeous by the minute... I will try to comb it out again later, and if that doesn't work, i'll consult my make-up/prop bible. because a throbbing welt the size of a baseball takes away from the aura of the "Speaking French"-iquity of it all, dahn't yew sink? hhee! Non! A'Frances! Hwoh! Hwoh! Hwoh!
Thought of the day:
How come you can kill a deer and put it on your wall but its a illegal to keep them as a pet?
---Meghan
Last night I participated in the drumming at Perugino's... it's a restaurant that hosts Irish music every Wednesday night from 8 on until we all fell blue-black paralytic drunk on the floor-o, the floor-o! Sweep the floor-o, poor Johnny-o! wheee! it was fun, can you tell? I love playing my little bodhran, and Joseph says I'm doing better, with every pot of tea... hehe
Broke two of my toes recently.. one on the edge of my bathtub, and the other one while dancing with Jon (he said the move was easy, i swear! all i had to do was run, jump, slide on my belly, and strike a Fosse pose! but i guess i had too much energy going into my pointed-toe sexy stance... haha)... you can't even IMAGINE the pain of wearing high heels for the French number we're doing tomorrow... it's gracefully painful. At one point, I took my shoe off, and instead of finding my toe bruised and swollen, my entire foot was ash white... not enough circulation standing on black boxes in front of that damn stage while striking "vogue" poses (they're really uncomfortable... I don't know how the hell anybody would think it's sexy!)... ooh, and the big bruise I have from falling in my bathroom and hitting my shin against the toilet tank... its getting more gorgeous by the minute... I will try to comb it out again later, and if that doesn't work, i'll consult my make-up/prop bible. because a throbbing welt the size of a baseball takes away from the aura of the "Speaking French"-iquity of it all, dahn't yew sink? hhee! Non! A'Frances! Hwoh! Hwoh! Hwoh!
Thought of the day:
How come you can kill a deer and put it on your wall but its a illegal to keep them as a pet?
---Meghan
21.7.03
Blah. Meghan's costumes are brilliant, but the weather is rotten, so no dice. Too hot to do anything besides dance, sing, and realise I don't speak loud enough to be heard from 100 feet away.
I am tired, and bored. I think they're connected... but whatever. I will tell you about this little kid in my camp, because he is adorable. He's going to be a 7th grader, and he has the cutest little sayings in the world... he will be a stud when he grows up (even though he's already as tall as me!)... I wish he were a few years older, so i wouldn't feel so bad about dancing with him... Ah, but there's always Jon, who I don't feel so bad about harassing, because he gives me shit back. It gets awkward when his girlfriend, the prop girl, is there... because he sits there hitting on me, and she walks in, and glares at me...
Everyone needs to come and see my show! Gene and I strike sexy poses on black boxes, it will be great! Call me for details
---Meghan
ps. before I forget! Thought of the day:
How do you handcuff a one-armed man?
I am tired, and bored. I think they're connected... but whatever. I will tell you about this little kid in my camp, because he is adorable. He's going to be a 7th grader, and he has the cutest little sayings in the world... he will be a stud when he grows up (even though he's already as tall as me!)... I wish he were a few years older, so i wouldn't feel so bad about dancing with him... Ah, but there's always Jon, who I don't feel so bad about harassing, because he gives me shit back. It gets awkward when his girlfriend, the prop girl, is there... because he sits there hitting on me, and she walks in, and glares at me...
Everyone needs to come and see my show! Gene and I strike sexy poses on black boxes, it will be great! Call me for details
---Meghan
ps. before I forget! Thought of the day:
How do you handcuff a one-armed man?
20.7.03
Blah. My mind is toasted, and I should probably go to bed, as I will be dancing bright and early tomorrow morning for quite awhile... yeehaw, right? haha... the temptations in that theatre are almost too much... i mean lord, they have a costume LOFT!!!
I believe I shall take my squabbling and confusion and go lay down, and wait for the morning... i need to take my beautiful car in, she's not running too well... she dies in "Reverse" and stopped working tonight on my way up the driveway, it was really scary... we started rolling backwards, and i couldn't get either the gas or the break to work... so i put on the Emergency Brake, and started kneading the wheel like i always do when I get stressed and am driving... she started up after a minute or two, but it was kind of freaky-deaky...
Good night, all... I am off now!
---Meghan
I believe I shall take my squabbling and confusion and go lay down, and wait for the morning... i need to take my beautiful car in, she's not running too well... she dies in "Reverse" and stopped working tonight on my way up the driveway, it was really scary... we started rolling backwards, and i couldn't get either the gas or the break to work... so i put on the Emergency Brake, and started kneading the wheel like i always do when I get stressed and am driving... she started up after a minute or two, but it was kind of freaky-deaky...
Good night, all... I am off now!
---Meghan
Ooh, who's got muchos solos!!! I've got the beginning solos in "Skidrow" and "Speaking French" and "You Can't Stop the Beat" (actually, Jackie and I are doing a duet on that one)... oh! and "Stuff in the Sink", very funny... our main prop is a sink strainer, it's going to rock so hard!
I'm bored as all heck... somebody please save me! -sigh- I think I will go watch "Schindler's List" and try to forget my pain... haha... alright, adios, my saviours!
---Meghan
I'm bored as all heck... somebody please save me! -sigh- I think I will go watch "Schindler's List" and try to forget my pain... haha... alright, adios, my saviours!
---Meghan
13.7.03
Gah, I'm in a weird mood... maybe this has something to do with my skipping my period for the second time... I should probably go to the doctor... if i'm not eating enough, they could probably tell me that.
Chris seems to be doing fine, which makes me feel better. I've been so fucking busy, I can't think straight... probably relates to all of these weird dreams i've been having... I keep sleepwalking, and Bob says I was pretty distressed last night, muttering something about "the children are drowning!"
The phone keeps ringing once, then stopping... it's kind of annoying, frankly. I wish i could get to it in time... maybe somebody's trying to lure me to the window so they can get a clear shot at me through the glass... haha, yeah, right. don't bother...
I think I may go watch another depressing WW2 movie, because my ex-boyfriend is off screwing one of my friends. i told her all of these places on him that get him going, and he sounded ready to kill me... hahah, i don't care, and it wouldn't matter if i did either, huh? ok, right, movie, adios! hahhaha
---Meghan
ps... if i type "haha" enough, does it make it seem like i really don't care?
Chris seems to be doing fine, which makes me feel better. I've been so fucking busy, I can't think straight... probably relates to all of these weird dreams i've been having... I keep sleepwalking, and Bob says I was pretty distressed last night, muttering something about "the children are drowning!"
The phone keeps ringing once, then stopping... it's kind of annoying, frankly. I wish i could get to it in time... maybe somebody's trying to lure me to the window so they can get a clear shot at me through the glass... haha, yeah, right. don't bother...
I think I may go watch another depressing WW2 movie, because my ex-boyfriend is off screwing one of my friends. i told her all of these places on him that get him going, and he sounded ready to kill me... hahah, i don't care, and it wouldn't matter if i did either, huh? ok, right, movie, adios! hahhaha
---Meghan
ps... if i type "haha" enough, does it make it seem like i really don't care?
10.7.03
I just got back from my "Compassionate Conflict Resolution" lecture about 10 minutes ago... very enlightening, I actually enjoyed it. For those of you who know my opinion on such things as "Dream Analysis" and "Palm Reading" and "Video Games", I bet it's hard to believe I'd actually get into this non-violent, crisis-solving baloney, but I did. I think it came at about the right time.
Completely coincidentally, my mom is on the phone... just a moment, eh?
Right, gotta love her. She is a respectable adult, my mother, a beautiful lady, and... well, she pays my car insurance. Part of it, I mean. She also bought my gorgeous jazz shoes for me, and sat there for a whopping 10 minutes while I tried on 3 different pairs, and tested each out extensively.
I can't think of anything more to say, other than if you get in a "tense discussion" with me, prepare for some very uncharacteristically empathetic phrases... adios!
---Meghan
Completely coincidentally, my mom is on the phone... just a moment, eh?
Right, gotta love her. She is a respectable adult, my mother, a beautiful lady, and... well, she pays my car insurance. Part of it, I mean. She also bought my gorgeous jazz shoes for me, and sat there for a whopping 10 minutes while I tried on 3 different pairs, and tested each out extensively.
I can't think of anything more to say, other than if you get in a "tense discussion" with me, prepare for some very uncharacteristically empathetic phrases... adios!
---Meghan
9.7.03
Gah, today sucked.. but i got my neato jazz shoes... they're so... jazzy! hehe. they're back, and when i got them, and i was trying them out, people were watching me... not drop-jaw, eye-splittingly, but casually, as they worked. one lady even clapped when i was done. so yeah, they work.
i'm sick of being bitchy to chris... if you wanna know what i mean, just ask him. i'm angry, i admit it... but i shouldn't be mean to him, it's not his fault i am... what i am. i need a good, solid hug. grrrr.... i think i'm going to go have yet another good cry. it may do me good. adios
---Meghan
i'm sick of being bitchy to chris... if you wanna know what i mean, just ask him. i'm angry, i admit it... but i shouldn't be mean to him, it's not his fault i am... what i am. i need a good, solid hug. grrrr.... i think i'm going to go have yet another good cry. it may do me good. adios
---Meghan
6.7.03
My hip hurts. I ate about 6 huge cupcakes tonight, and then had small children slam me into a shallow wading pool, causing my nose to bleed. I got a bug bite right smack dab in the centre of my forehead, and it looks like a bindhi. I think I will wear my Callaway hat tomorrow, as I seem to be doing alot these days...
I have to leave the house at 7 tomorrow morning, or before, to get to my golf practise... I should probably get going to bed soon, then... Righteo, bye!
---Meghan
I have to leave the house at 7 tomorrow morning, or before, to get to my golf practise... I should probably get going to bed soon, then... Righteo, bye!
---Meghan
Haha, Chris made it sound like those poems were his, but i just found them in this freaky deaky book my mom gave me yesterday... either way, i found a few that i'd like to share, if you don't mind:
I have done it to me again.
No other being has the power
to hurt me as deeply as I do.
It is the "need"
The "need" for love.
I need love because
I am not happy with I;
me is not satisfied with me.
In order to stop this hurting
I must reach a point of
contentment within myself.
And that'll take
some reaching.
Yeah, I think that's a winner... this one rocks too, but after typing this, I may go off and have a cry, since I'm exausted from the half a day i have spent driving nowhere...
nope, sorry, maybe in a minute, the crying is getting a wee bit out of hand... where's that damn sedative?
---Meghan
I have done it to me again.
No other being has the power
to hurt me as deeply as I do.
It is the "need"
The "need" for love.
I need love because
I am not happy with I;
me is not satisfied with me.
In order to stop this hurting
I must reach a point of
contentment within myself.
And that'll take
some reaching.
Yeah, I think that's a winner... this one rocks too, but after typing this, I may go off and have a cry, since I'm exausted from the half a day i have spent driving nowhere...
nope, sorry, maybe in a minute, the crying is getting a wee bit out of hand... where's that damn sedative?
---Meghan
5.7.03
La la la, today I went to the "Art In The Vineyard" with Meagan... I got my face painted (I had one of my Beatles shirts on, so the lady painted a Yellow Submarine on my cheek for free!), we ate lots of sugar, watched Mitch's pla thingie... Oh, and... Meagan bought a thumb ring, and I got hit on by a guy with a mohawk, it was pretty entertaining... actually, no it wasn't, it was just kinda creepy... avoid weirdos with unkempt mohawks and beer guts...
Oh man, the lady who smokes the Capri cigarettes ("the slimmest slim!") was talking to my dad this afternoon, and since i had nobody else to talk to, and he wouldn't let me wander after saving me from Mohawk Man, i sat there and felt nauseaus (sp. check?) for about an hour or so... they honestly smell worse than normal cigarettes, and they're her latest idea for quitting... the rate she's smoking those damn things, though, she'd be better off just smoking regular Camels (i told her this, and recited the amounts of tar in various brands of cigarettes... she was disturbed)... btw, my mom made me throw out my collection of cigarette ads... i had some good ones there, too!
Ok, my hip is starting to throb again (it's been hurting more in recent days), so i think I shall wrap this mistake-of-an-entry up nicely in wax paper and send it out with the milk man... tata!
---Meghan
Oh man, the lady who smokes the Capri cigarettes ("the slimmest slim!") was talking to my dad this afternoon, and since i had nobody else to talk to, and he wouldn't let me wander after saving me from Mohawk Man, i sat there and felt nauseaus (sp. check?) for about an hour or so... they honestly smell worse than normal cigarettes, and they're her latest idea for quitting... the rate she's smoking those damn things, though, she'd be better off just smoking regular Camels (i told her this, and recited the amounts of tar in various brands of cigarettes... she was disturbed)... btw, my mom made me throw out my collection of cigarette ads... i had some good ones there, too!
Ok, my hip is starting to throb again (it's been hurting more in recent days), so i think I shall wrap this mistake-of-an-entry up nicely in wax paper and send it out with the milk man... tata!
---Meghan
Blah. VERY boring 4th of July party at Reilly's house last night... I mainly slept, save the MILLION YEARS Quinn felt obligated to talk at me for... I hate it when he goes into one of his long-winded schpiels about whatever, because it always gets back either to politics, or how he's so superior in maintaining a relationship... either way, i've figured out how to make him shut up... last night, i found out a new way to make him not only shut up, but leave me alone: start crying!!! it was amazing, as soon as my eyes began to leak, he nearly killed himself running out of the room!
Sleeping isn't going so well, I suspect because of all of the medical changes they're doing to me... I used to take my standard 6 at night and 2 in the morning... now, it's 3 of these narsty horse-pills at night, two in the morning, and as many painkillers as i need...
blah, this is boring, if you want to talk to me, email me...
---Meghan
Sleeping isn't going so well, I suspect because of all of the medical changes they're doing to me... I used to take my standard 6 at night and 2 in the morning... now, it's 3 of these narsty horse-pills at night, two in the morning, and as many painkillers as i need...
blah, this is boring, if you want to talk to me, email me...
---Meghan
2.7.03
Yeehaw, pedicure time... Mom decided I need to stop thinking about life, so she's dragging me to some sketchy beauty school, so i can have some random person try to file off the pads on my feet, which i have worked so hard to achieve. currently i can walk on gravel... after this trauma, i'll barely be able to walk on carpet!!! gah... no thinking, no thinking, no thinking...
---Meghan
---Meghan
1.7.03
Whee-haw, i'm going to "Gangs of New York" tonight! I've wanted to see this movie for so long, since some of my family was actually involved in a gang war at the Five Points... yay!
Chris emailed me, and it nearly broke my heart, to know somebody cared about me to the point they'd cry... and to know it was somebody i cried over as well...
Pete's leaving tomorrow for a couple of weeks, he's going to Chicago, to help his dad move there, from Eugene... Sean's off making a movie with our machete, Elijah's MIA, and Ryan... who knows. I think we need to have another giant FoosBall war, Sean and I against Pete, Ryan, and Elijah... we can beat them, no sweat! mwahaha, I want a FoosBall table, and it has to have the legs on all of the players... i'll make sure to reinforce a row or two, so if Elijah plays, he can't break the legs off, like he did in Forest Grove.. it was so funny, he pulled the little handle over to get the ball, and the legs of the guy on the end just popped off, just like "snap!" and there they were, sitting next to the goalie... we played with the legs for awhile, but Elijah complained too much, so Sean taped the legs back on... oh god, it looked so awful, this huge tape mass... rotten job, Sean...
Oops, I should hop into the shower, I leave soon... Have fun, all!
---Meghan
Chris emailed me, and it nearly broke my heart, to know somebody cared about me to the point they'd cry... and to know it was somebody i cried over as well...
Pete's leaving tomorrow for a couple of weeks, he's going to Chicago, to help his dad move there, from Eugene... Sean's off making a movie with our machete, Elijah's MIA, and Ryan... who knows. I think we need to have another giant FoosBall war, Sean and I against Pete, Ryan, and Elijah... we can beat them, no sweat! mwahaha, I want a FoosBall table, and it has to have the legs on all of the players... i'll make sure to reinforce a row or two, so if Elijah plays, he can't break the legs off, like he did in Forest Grove.. it was so funny, he pulled the little handle over to get the ball, and the legs of the guy on the end just popped off, just like "snap!" and there they were, sitting next to the goalie... we played with the legs for awhile, but Elijah complained too much, so Sean taped the legs back on... oh god, it looked so awful, this huge tape mass... rotten job, Sean...
Oops, I should hop into the shower, I leave soon... Have fun, all!
---Meghan
Yeah, can I get a "NO" on my last entry? I really didn't mean what I said... I feel so emotionally splattered, like a bug on a window. And the driver just flipped on the wipers, so now i'm streaked across the right side, right in front of the driver's view, and oop, there he goes, i just got soaped into nothing.... yeah, that about sums up me day. haha, with my luck, the driver was one'a those old creaks with fringe that doubles as a beard... -shudder-
---Meghan
---Meghan
30.6.03
The memorial I just got back from? That was Barb Smalley's... she was my alternative Ma.... and then I went to go check in with Drew, one of my pals... he's still sick (it's menengitis) but he's stopped mumbling in German... actually, he can't speak at all, but he can squeeze my hand to tell me he hears me... wow, life is shitty right now... somebody, please call me! I need to leave... I want a doughnut!!!
---Meghan
---Meghan
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