If you've ever been a straight girl in my position, you can relate to my current dilema: waiting for the boy to call. It's a bitch, huh? I mean, if you're outgoing and not bound by social confines set up when the phone became popular (and my ancestors were digging potatoes), then more power to you, but as for me... waiting is what happens. He has my number, I know he does, and so now I am waiting for him to remember me, and call. It's the most embarassing and degrading thing to do, waiting for a boy to call. But it's also exciting, because every time the phone rings, it might be him, calling to (awkwardly) ask you to see him again. Unfortunately for me, giving my number doesn't always mean I get the call, so it's a gamble.

Alright, I'm tired, tomorrow is another day, right? Right. Scarlet O'Hara knew her stuff.

---Meghan

Well, I'm in Ireland! I'm leaving soon, but this is the first opportunity i've had to write anything in this little waste of web space, so there you go.

I'm in Donegal, was in Sligo two days ago, and before that I was in Dublin, Galway, Doolin, Waterford, and Dublin. In that order. Tomorrow, i'm going back to Dublin, leaving to Frankfurt, and then finally, getting back into that large mistake of a country the US of A. I really feel homeless, which is sad since i haven't even been here for 3 weeks, but the longest time i was in any one place was in Doolin for a week, and since then we've been spending only 2 or 3 nights in different places...

Everything's so expensive here! Electricity is twice as expensive as it is in Oregon, as is everything else, gah... Went shopping anyway, and I'm actually going to go buy a pair of Firetrap trousers (NOT Firekrap, as my sister thought it was :-p), and wander back up to whatever this B & B is called that we're at now.... Rosearl, I think.

Ok, there's a que for the computers, so i'll probably be back in the US before I remember this thing, so have a nice day, and remember: if people lean out their car windows and yell "Hellooo, chickies!", they mean it in the nicest way possible.

---Meghan

I'm so confused! Last night, at Jennifer's party, there was this guy (sound familiar? haha), and we kind of hit it off nicely. His name is Phil, and Phil, if you're reading this, watch out, because after what you did to me last night, Elaine's going to kick your ass!!!

So anyway, it was an odd thing. He was drunk, I was tired and needed physical contact (mitch just wasn't cutting it, even though he usually squelches any male needs I have :p), and we ended up on Jennifer's couch, just kind of... sitting intimately? I don't know how to phrase this. My english.. it not so good... and I'm joking... Then later, as he was leaving, he asked for my phone number, went off to get a pen, and I never saw him again. Stupid boy.

Now I don't know if I want to ever talk to boys again (though I'm sure I'll have to, and already, I want to talk to a few :p). I've learned my lesson finally... i hope: let the pot-heads alone. They're a waste of energy. Paul, however... frankly, muscles, humour, acoustic guitar-playing, and being incredibly sweet? yeah, no problem! Ah, I talkie you later

---Meghan

Oh man, what a day yesterday was! Last day of school, of course it's exciting... wow.

So yesterday, my group in Literature showed our movie, which was bizarre... the opening scene is me pretending to be Hester Prynne from The Scarlet Letter giving birth while my friend Jeff read a poem by Robert Frost, who eventually plays pastor when Mark Twain and I get married, then get thrown to the wolves (I told you it was bizarre!). We got an A. woo hoo!

Then, a few classes and tests later, Saraj had a party at her party for all the IHS kids, and about 20 showed up, one of which being... Paul! I can't remember if I've mentioned him, but he's this guy who I've kind of been into on and off for awhile, I don't know exactly how long because I didn't mention him in my diary when I first noticed him, because I was kind of involved with someone else... Jeff. haha

So we ended up hanging out, and just being a boy and a girl on a couch at a party... hey, keep it clean! we did! haha, it was fun, I got the best back rub ever. seriously, it was crazy. then I stole his Yankees hat sometime during the group viewing of "Ever After" and wore it home... thankfully, I remembered I was wearing it before I walked through the door, because: A) my family (myself included) is dedicated to the San Fran Giants, and B) I think my wearing some guy's baseball cap sideways would've been a bit of a shock to them.

I ended up writing my phone number on his leg, which was a bit awkward, especially since my friend Angel was in the car and clearly wanted to talk about Paul... ah, funny. hey, i've got his cap, he has to call me, right? or not. if he does, though, i'm getting him a Giants cap, even though he looks better in Yankee colours. It's just not ok for someone so... him... to wear such things. it's comparable to me walking around in orange- majour NO. :)

---Meghan

I do not understand males. I think they should all just go jump. Well, except for the nice and attractive ones. Gotta reproduce with someone.

If a "C" is "average" and "passing," why is it that my mother seems to think it means "Crappy"?

More thoughts about how things are not going as planned when I have them.

---Meghan

well, lemme think... i got stepped on, kicked, insulted, screwed (not in a good way, either), over-looked, under-appreciated, and rained on... oh, and i failed a spanish test, and the teacher is worried about me... and to top it all off, "Mystery Monday" with McCallum on BBC isn't on today, even though today is monday!!! gah!

Alright, now for the good news... Angel likes a boy, and the boys likes her, too! However, my friend Brady who i'm taking to prom doesn't get on well with this boy of Angel's, and Elaine, Angel's friend, wanted Angel's boy before he was Angel's boy... so this could get interesting... and I helped it all happen! yippee for me... not. i could be restraining my prom date the entire evening.... this could be interesting, ski boy vs. mistah debatah... haha

---Meghan

whoop whoop. Got a prom date, oh yeah, be proud, because I asked him! Yeah, and the fact that he really had no choice matters not, because he looked intrigued, and since he goes to a different school and his prom is later than ours, it is possible i could go to two proms! Yeah, ha, now if i could only get out of my mom's party for a prom, i don't think she'd buy it, and i can't very well say i didn't know since she's been planning her retirement party for awhile now (hecko, i helped her seal envelopes!). So who knows, maybe i can get his school to move the date back (haha, almost as impossible as getting my mom to change the date on her party). So who knows, but either way, i got a date, so nah! And i didn't even have to do anything embarassing, like begging, to get him to go. Oh, i'm good. Wow, i hope he doesn't read this.

---Meghan

yeah, so today was a waste of medication... i got up, took painkillers, went back to sleep, woke up sometime this afternoon, watched ESPN for a few hours, and now here i am, getting fat from eating and not moving... good times. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!?!?! I used to be thin, and pretty, and studious... now i spend my time watching telly and trying to incorporate fat into my every meal... and then putting on the same pair of faded grey jeans and a shirt, and calling it good...
time for a few changes to be made, and quick. first, i will consume my easter candy, and my girl scout cookies, and then not eat candy for awhile. also, i will ditch the burger bins and cheap fat, and instead drive, no, jog, down to the kitchen to have something healthy-ish...
yeah, no. i think instead i'll take up sex as a new sport hobby, and call it good.. thoughts? haha

---Meghan