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?

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

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

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?

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

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