wearing: roger pants, my rent tank top, a panera hat, and my light blue over the moon socks (as opposed to the dark blue or grey ones...)


eating: a cookie from panera, and drinking a cream soda


on winamp: the man. the myth. the stuart. the davis. nothing in between. (perhaps my favorite song. perhaps.)


feeling: tired, confused,


thoughts: ok, damn. i was all set to write a long post. and my mom just came down and was like "it's after two, go to bed, you have to work tomorrow... yeah, ok, so i work at FIVE PM! whatever. yeah. so i have like five minutes before she comes back and kills me. and i just wanna say... uh, i dunno what i wanna say... i'm sad that nic's gone on his chruch trip... and i'm ... sad that i have to work.. and... i hate closing, and i'm tired. so i'm going to bed. OH, monday's national blonde day! i'm gonna have a partay. well, not really, but if you're blonde, and wanna hang out, call me, and we'll go to the mall and act blonde. *mwah*


*megan*