15.10.05

TGIF... right.

yeah, my friday started last night with tye-dying.... which rocked! i love my boys. they're going to look so purdy in their fuschia shirts and trousers.

then, of course, the dye made me sick. so i didn't make it to math today, but sent my homework in with Meagan and a note explaining that, unless Professor Jack A. Buttcane (his real name, I kid you not!) wanted me to get sick all over his nice clean khakis, i wouldn't be in my usual front-row seat. i slept. it was nice. well, not really... fevered naps are crazy in themselves, and the dreams were crazy. but sleeping in general is good, so there you go.

And today had to be the day I received the care package from my mam with a huge bag of Swedish Fish sweets. Ate them anyway, and managed to keep them down. I'm eating the last of them right now. I don't think I'll ever be able to eat these things again.

Right, anywho, my evening was pretty low-key. Went to an INCREDIBLE sax-and-piano concert (thanks to Kyle, who alerted me to it), then headed back to Ivy to watch "A Clockwork Orange" for the first time. Fuckin crazy movie, it was. I may have to sit back and think about it for a while before making a decision as to whether or not I liked it.

Aside- Anya: can you tell Mam I got the pack, and thanks? I'll tell her thanks during the weekly call tomorrow, but just let her know it got here, ok? Thanks, baby!

And with that, I'm going to go to sleep. My roomie is in Oakridge for the weekend, so it's allllll me here. WOOHOO!!! naked dance party! mwahaha... Cheers!

i know he just doesn't want to get sick, buti feel so undesirable nonetheless...

13.10.05

Yay!

Took a Criminology test today, and got a 92%. yay for me!

Played Madge's "-insert name- needs" game. Here're some of the more entertaining results:

Meghan Needs A Savage Beating.

Meghan Needs a boyfriend.

Meghan Needs a family that has experience with teenagers and the daily issues they face.

Meghan Needs help as she has been caught in the middle of a conspiracy.

Today's high point was sitting in the cafeteria just now, talking with Alex, Hans, Jason, Jessi, and Clark about different ways to serve human flesh. Somehow we got there from a discussion on the Bible. And that transition makes me happy.

Alright, I got Math to do. Cheers!

---MB


wonder if he's got time for a hug this evening... last night he was busy, and that was a change from what was happening the night before. heh heh heh

12.10.05

oops

well, i just remembered that I have a test tomorrow online, then as i was remembering that, i ALSO realised that i need to upload a paper onto BlackBoard, and I don't know how to do that from my computer... anybody from SOU know how to do that?

withdrawls and he's less than 200 feet away.... sadness

100!!! I Made It!!!

This is my 100th post. Woohoo. Since this is such a momentous occasion, I thought I'd look back to my first, and see what all I was bitching about back then...

11.10.02

Do not blame me for this waste of web space! Kassidy forced me to create this monster.... but, seeing as i HAVE, i suppose i should say something useful.... how about this: if happiness is the key to life, then there can be drawn a direct correlation between happiness and life...if success is necessary for happiness in life, then once one has achieved success, they are happy, and living!---)*( eghan


Wow, I was a lame kiddo back then. Probably thought I was being all clever and whatknot. haha

OOOH!!! I finally have a photo of Kyle and I dressed up for the Ashland Art Walk! Now, lemme try to figure out how to put it in the post... just asec...

Yay! I figured it out. I rock. Alright, I don't want to push my luck, it took about 10 tries to get that photo there, I won't try to make it bigger. Just rest assured, that's us, and we're cute, and no, my hips really aren't that big. hahaha... alright, homework time. cheers!

wonder where my roomie is...

11.10.05

Tuesdays. Whoop.

Anya's on the phone, telling me how bad life at home is without me there. Sounds not fun.

Working on a surprise for someone. Makes me smile.

I floated through today. Got a migraine during my last class. It sucked, because I was just about to get up and give a speech. It's still throbbing on the right side of my head, and is making my right eye water. No fun. But I don't want to take meds, so there.

I'm hungry. Nobody's around to go eat with me, though, so I wait. Hopefully Meagan and Alex and Hans will get back from their jaunt to Medford soon. Alex's glasses broke a few days back, so Meagan drove him up to the optometrist, and Hans tagged along. So jealous. I'm bored.

I think I'll go take a shower. Maybe putting my hair into the little spiky buns I've been wearing more often will make the world seem better. If that doesn't work, I'll go... I don't know... work ahead in my spanish book. Cheers!

i kinda feel like i should apologise for complaining so much, but it's my blog, so there.

9.10.05

Brick Painting... so very very interesting.

Ok, brick painting really wasn't that fun at all (especially since that one chick kept talking and I just wanted to shove said brick down her throat), but it was either titling this post "Brick Painting" or "Doing Nothing, and Enjoying It."

Ok, that second title might've been better, but you know what? Oh well.

The last few days have been pretty fun. I put off doing anything of consequence and just kicked back. Quite unlike what I usually do, of course :-p Yesterday I spent bumming around Medford with Kyle's family (clarification: I was bumming; they actually had things to do), and had a pretty good time. His littlest sister is hilarious! We were racing eachother from one place to another, and trading stories about Kyle, and whatknot. I miss my sister. Well, sisters, to be precise. But I was thinking of the youngest.

I should be writing a summary and a critical response, but am I? No. They're not due until Tuesday. Mwahahaha... I'm such a terrible person.

Alright, I'm going to go take a shower... PLEASE hold your applause, I can hear it from here... Yes, alright, you can send me a thank-you note. Box 68. Cheers!

"dammit, woman, you make my penis turn into houdini!"