Wednesday at 2.15 pm: a car of four college kids set off from Ashland, ultimately bound for Florence. Dropped off a friend in Coos Bay, continued north. Got dropped off at Kyle's parents' house at 6.30-ish (i think). Consumed mass amounts of delicious spaghetti, then settled in to watch Star Wars.
Thursday at 10 am: Kyle's littlest sister came into what was technically her room to talk me awake. Didn't work. Next thing I knew, Kyle had jumped on me. That worked. Thanks, honey. After the best shower in the world (no flip-flops, just homey shower goodness), I was rolled out to the entire Kyle's People family. I think they approved. Or at least, I hope they did. Mass consumption of Thanksgiving Lunch goodness.
Thursday at 3 pm: Kyle's mom drove he and I 60 miles inland to Eugene, where Thanksgiving Dinner was being cooked. Yeah that's right, we did two Thanksgivings. It was incredible. I loved every minute of it. Especially the stuffing that my dad made... he tried to make enough extra that I'd get to take some back to SOU with me on Sunday... yeah, I'm already planning on going downstairs in a few minutes and eating the small portion that's left.
Friday at 5.30 IN THE FUCKING MORNING: after ~3 hours of sleep, Kyle woke me up for our big Day-After-Thanksgiving-Sale Shopping Extravaganza. First store failed, but the second two panned nicely: a DVD player and 6 DVDs were acquired for a total of $40. yay! we finally have a DVD player! it's a magical thing. i hope the damn thing works.
Friday at 8.30 am, same FUCKING MORNING: we came home with our loot and promptly fell back asleep on the couch. didn't wake up until 1.30 this afternoon.
Friday at 3 pm: Entire Meghan's Clan and Kyle piled into Meghan's Family's Big White Mom Van and drove back to Florence for a combination Kyle drop-off and Meghan's Parents' Anniversary Dinner Thingy. Anya and I parked it at Kyle's house while Mom and Dad went out on a "romantic dinner" at Florence's Thai restaurant. The left-overs smelled good as we drove home around 9 this evening.
Which brings me to now... I'm sitting here in my parents' home sleepy and debating over whether or not I eat the stuffing. Ok, debate over, I'm going to eat it. Maybe even take an epic jax excursion. Tomorrow with any luck I'll get a WORKING cell phone, to replace the beat-up one I've been carting around since January before last. What's wrong with it, you ask? Well, for one thing, the damn phone won't make calls half the time. It makes odd noises, doesn't always ring, the case is broken and falling off, and frankly, I'm sick of seeing it. Another possible highlight of tomorrow: I may go to see "RENT" with Anya in the theatres. So excited! It looks fucking awesome.
And with that, I am going to go make some tasty math: stuffing + microwave = happy meghan. Brits out!
somebody left their copy of Episode V in my television... but that's ok, since i'm hauling it back to SOU on Sunday. yay for us finally having a tv and a dvd player!
25.11.05
21.11.05
bah
meghan didn't get a nap. and now meghan is sorely wishing she had.
ok, enough of the 3rd person talking, that gets confusing quickly.
i'm writing an essay, and managed to get 2/3 of the way through it... therefore, i am giving myself a bit of a break. let's see... it's 9.30 now, so i'll get back to my paper at... 9.40. that seems reasonable, right? just long enough for me to go roam and let my head stop hurting. this screen keeps giving me headaches for some reason. or maybe it's not the screen... and these damn lightening pains just coincide with when i'm working. bah.
that's the word of the day: bah. it sums up how the past... 12 hours have gone. bah. bah bah bah.
my head hurts. i think i'll actually take a bit of a break from staring at this little grey slab of pain before i finish pulling these last few bits of the paper out... and a fucking annotated bibiography. fuuuuuuckkk.... another good word for today. alright, Brits out!
how is it possible for one person to make me this happy? how??
ok, enough of the 3rd person talking, that gets confusing quickly.
i'm writing an essay, and managed to get 2/3 of the way through it... therefore, i am giving myself a bit of a break. let's see... it's 9.30 now, so i'll get back to my paper at... 9.40. that seems reasonable, right? just long enough for me to go roam and let my head stop hurting. this screen keeps giving me headaches for some reason. or maybe it's not the screen... and these damn lightening pains just coincide with when i'm working. bah.
that's the word of the day: bah. it sums up how the past... 12 hours have gone. bah. bah bah bah.
my head hurts. i think i'll actually take a bit of a break from staring at this little grey slab of pain before i finish pulling these last few bits of the paper out... and a fucking annotated bibiography. fuuuuuuckkk.... another good word for today. alright, Brits out!
how is it possible for one person to make me this happy? how??
it's official: i'm back
yup. congrats. this is the second time i've blogged in less than a day. after a good solid several days blog-free. i think i'm addicted. something about the feel of the keys clacking and me just typing whatever the fuck i feel like. i could even leave in a type-o if i felt like it. but those drive me crazy. but i could! principle of the matter, and whatknot.
took a Spanish test this morning. felt really good about it. i may try this "studying" thing again. definitely aced it. good feelings all around.
Thanksgiving is coming up! and i have two classes the day before... i hope Math gets cancelled, because otherwise i'm not going. Kyle and i's ride back to Florence is taking off at 2, and i plan on being in the car when it hits the road. tough choice. not. let's see, should i: a) deal with Prof. Assprobe (Mr. Buttcane, but he's feeling like a probe up the ass these days), or b) get in a car with my boy and his friend and ride off towards somewhere i actually WANT to be? yeah, real tough. see ya later, Mr. Ass-stick.
fuuuuuck... speaking of which... i've got Stats in 1 hour and 5 minutes. i was going to take a nap, but my meeting after Spanish ran on too long, and now i'm just praying that i'll survive until the hour when i can sleep again. it'll be a late evening for sure.
fuck it all, i'm taking a nap. it'll be short, but sweet. and yes i know i just started two consecutive paragraphs with "fuck" and that's how tired i am, that i didn't change it. although i love that word so much, i'm leaving it for personal enjoyment. mmmm... "fuck". good word. it seems to express so much with just one harsh syllabel. i highly recommend liberal usage. and with that, i'm gone like a poof of smoke. Brits out as well!
it was a good morning. good night, too. thought-provoking and reaffirming at the same time.
took a Spanish test this morning. felt really good about it. i may try this "studying" thing again. definitely aced it. good feelings all around.
Thanksgiving is coming up! and i have two classes the day before... i hope Math gets cancelled, because otherwise i'm not going. Kyle and i's ride back to Florence is taking off at 2, and i plan on being in the car when it hits the road. tough choice. not. let's see, should i: a) deal with Prof. Assprobe (Mr. Buttcane, but he's feeling like a probe up the ass these days), or b) get in a car with my boy and his friend and ride off towards somewhere i actually WANT to be? yeah, real tough. see ya later, Mr. Ass-stick.
fuuuuuck... speaking of which... i've got Stats in 1 hour and 5 minutes. i was going to take a nap, but my meeting after Spanish ran on too long, and now i'm just praying that i'll survive until the hour when i can sleep again. it'll be a late evening for sure.
fuck it all, i'm taking a nap. it'll be short, but sweet. and yes i know i just started two consecutive paragraphs with "fuck" and that's how tired i am, that i didn't change it. although i love that word so much, i'm leaving it for personal enjoyment. mmmm... "fuck". good word. it seems to express so much with just one harsh syllabel. i highly recommend liberal usage. and with that, i'm gone like a poof of smoke. Brits out as well!
it was a good morning. good night, too. thought-provoking and reaffirming at the same time.
20.11.05
listening to his roommate rock in his chair...
yeah... Kyle's roomie is rocking back and forth in his chair, and it keeps making this strange noise... imagine listening to somebody pop their knuckles through a pillow. or windshield wipers. or an indicator (a slooooow indicator) that's been left on too long.
thank god he stopped.
so anywho, down to business. i'm sorry that i stopped blogging there for a few days, but nothing really was happening. life became a routine. which is why i decided to get back here... sadness.
and madge, if you put kimberlina up to requesting my presence back online... thanks. haha
it smells like pot, but people are denying it... for reasons i will never know.
i'm educating John in the art of blogging, and Kevin is freaking out about the existence of it. very funny. he just threw a tube of toothpaste across the room and into the hall.
John, John, John.... he's a crazy mo-fo. he's watching me type, and laughing whenever i type his name.
oop, bedtime. kyle's kicking everybody out so he can go to bed, because he's gotta be up at 7 tomorrow morning, god knows why. but i do know that i should get off his computer, so until next time, kiddos. Cheers! and Brits out too.
because you nearly exited this window, there will be no footnote this evening. ok, ok, here you go: your roommate is insane. happy? no? ok, how about this: "Songbird" by Eva Cassidy has been stuck in my head for the last two days. i'm glad that'll do.
thank god he stopped.
so anywho, down to business. i'm sorry that i stopped blogging there for a few days, but nothing really was happening. life became a routine. which is why i decided to get back here... sadness.
and madge, if you put kimberlina up to requesting my presence back online... thanks. haha
it smells like pot, but people are denying it... for reasons i will never know.
i'm educating John in the art of blogging, and Kevin is freaking out about the existence of it. very funny. he just threw a tube of toothpaste across the room and into the hall.
John, John, John.... he's a crazy mo-fo. he's watching me type, and laughing whenever i type his name.
oop, bedtime. kyle's kicking everybody out so he can go to bed, because he's gotta be up at 7 tomorrow morning, god knows why. but i do know that i should get off his computer, so until next time, kiddos. Cheers! and Brits out too.
because you nearly exited this window, there will be no footnote this evening. ok, ok, here you go: your roommate is insane. happy? no? ok, how about this: "Songbird" by Eva Cassidy has been stuck in my head for the last two days. i'm glad that'll do.
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