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

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

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

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