renata's mom: ah, curtis is like the son i never had...


renata: mom, you have a son...


renata's mom: oh, yeah...

SF Quotes!!


"either pull up your pants or learn how to skate!"


"jesus, you'll end up with earlobes the size of kansas!"


"i firmly oppose hills" (while walking up one of sf's GIANT random hills...)


"hey, that guy looks a lot like curtis.... OH MY GOD! IT IS CURTIS!" (at renata's birthday dinner at asia sf, curtis came and ate with us)


"jeremy's a hard worker"
"like a beaver"


"dude, i thought the christmas wreath was jeremy!"


"whoa, there's a bunch of middle aged, gay-boi cheerleaders over there!"
"yeah, they pop up everywhere.... like mushrooms"


"stef's on as mrs. c, pierre's on in my place, joshua's on as... as..."
"who?? who? roger?!"
"oh! gordon!"
"AAAAH!!"


"jeremy's shirt was so cool! it said 'canada kicks ass'!"
"oh my god! i'm from canada! and i kick ass!!" (me and ryan, discussing jeremy's super cool shirt)


"moo! you can have antlers just like elsie!!"
*mouthed* "what the fuck?! cows don't have antlers!" (maggie and jeremy, onstage during otm)


"you want to buy a program, aye?" (ryan and his incredibly amusing canadianess)


"hey chelle! nice socks! going for the michael jackson look?"


"no really! jeremy won't mind if you stalk him! here, i'll help" (me, to the amusing rent virgins ryan and i captured during intermission one night)


"in vancouver, where i'm from..." (said by ryan, every five minutes)


"i just want to make a quick announcement, before we begin act 3" (matt, beginning his broadway cares speech at the end of the show)


"i have a brief announcement *reads from poster* there is a navy blue, dodge caravan, in the north lot..." (matt and his speech again)


"why can't this city make up it's mind!?!" (regarding the weather)


"megan! look at all my girls!" (ryan, after befriending the hoarde of teenyboppers)


"oh dammit, my sweater's trying to mark its territory by covering me with little black fuzzballs!"


(trying to get the californians behind us to tell us whether they say soda or pop... an ongoing debate between me and ryan)
"ok, so you get your fries, your burger and your . . . "
"milkskake?"
"nooo"
"skake??"
"nooooo"
"malt?!"
"keep in mind, we can't afford shakes, we spend all our money on rent tickets..."
"oh, your pop!"


and that's it for tonight!!


*megan*

randomness: ok, i'm going to TRY and write a coherent rant about SF. here goes.


THURSDAY: ok, we spend FOREVER trying to meet up with renata, both of our moms become psycho angry. but it's ok, because we finally meet up, and wander through china town for hours. we had tons of fun just wandering around... then we went to asia sf, the crazy drag queen bar place, and we're all hoping keith will come, and suddenly, a guy walks through the door and heads for our table we're like *must be keith* "gee, keith looks sort of like CURTIS!" only, it's really curtis, not keith. so yeah. we ate dinner with curtis, he was great, said he's going to go to australia for a few months after the show closes... and i told him i have this great book on australia... and i actually had it with me, so i gave it to him later in the week... anyhow... we went to the show, managed to find keith, and the show was greaat and all... i really dont' remember much... talked to curtis at stage door, introduced keith to everyone, and successfully turned him into a renthead, even though he had no specific cast members to stalk... and it was all good. then, we're walking away, and someone taps me on the shoulder, and i spin around, and it's this guy i've never seen before... but i realize, it's RYAN! and i'm like... RYAN!! AH!! and it was really really funny, because i thought he was a crazy homeless... or drunk... person (there was a guy at stage door in a tux who was totally drunk...) yeah, then we went back to our hotels and whatnot...

FRIDAY: i totally do not remeber what we did friday.... oh! ok, i remember... my mom and i went to half moon bay, and it was fucking cold. then we went back into the city and met up with renata who was in line (and ryan, who was also in line) and got our tickets, and went to subway, and saw justin, and joshua and jeremy at subway... and went back to the theatre, where we saw jake, who informed us that he was off... and he's like "hrm, pierre's on for me, stefanie's on as mrs. c, and joshua's on as... as... ah...." "who?! roger?! who?!" "oh! gordon!" and we're like "GASP!!!! GORDON?!?!?! curtis is off?! what?!" and jake was like "ah! um... maybe i'm wrong!" and ran away. but he was right... at least it was joshua as gordon, because joshua kicks major ass. good show, don't really remember much again... joshua and dom did this weird nose bump thing during hny, when the man comes out, and it was amusing... OH joshua's hair... during LVB, as mr. grey... funniest thing i have seen in AGES it looked like he spent all of otm gluing his hair to his head. he was so funny. after teh show, we whined to joshua about curtis being off, and ryan stalked maggie, and a good time was had by all.


SATURDAY: got up early and went and got in line, we were pretty far up, but while we were sitting there, like a horde of teenyboppers showed up, and i was scared.... but ryan made friends with all of them, so it was ok. keith came and rushed with us, good times, he got renata a drag queen doll... it was cool... i met this really cool guy in line, gabriel? i think? and he was one spot ahead of me or behind me... and we hung out the entire time and talked alot... only, totally weird thing... he bought his tickets but *didn't* show up for the show... it was so weird. we went to subway again, with all of ryan's teenyboppers, and it was FULL of cheerleaders, and they were all like, middle aged gay guy cheerleaders, it was so cool. and i kept dropping renata's pen behind the counter... (sidenote: i'm talking to ryan right now, and he says he wants me to mention how much he loved his teenyboppers) went to the show... (mat) and it was HILARIOUS, maggie fell off the table/into a chair... and i swear, ryan almost leapt on stage to try and save her... it was so so so funny. i *think* this was the show that chelle brought her daughter to... (her daughter is just too cute... she was like "so, collins and angel are in love, right?" none of her questions were like "how come joanne and maureen are dating, even though they're both girls?!" she was great... anyhow...) i totally don't remember stage door, i think this is when the picture of curtis looking like an alien got taken... yeah. oh, and this was originally going to be my last show, because my mom was like "no way am i getting up early to get you in line tomorrow!!" and i cried all through the second act, and cried all through stage door... but... ryan offered to get in line and hold me a ticket for sunday, he instantly became my hero. he also brought maggie a bunch of tea and a mug so that she could be all healthy. oh, this is also the day i gave curtis the australia book... we met misty, and shani (i think? this all maybe have happened friday....i'm pretty sure we met chelle on thursday though)


SUNDAY: got in line, and got all ready to watch the pride parade, called renata and she was like "oh, we're on our way, we're just walking out of the hotel" now, her hotel's like, a twenty minute walk from the theatre... so i assume she'll be there soon... like... an HOUR later, she gets there, and is like "my mom made us take buses!!" it was crazy... (and, looking back, this may have happened on saturday, i think it was sunday though) we made friends with tons of people in the line, and the parade was incredibly... so so cool. met richard (this also might have happened saturday...) we spent a bunch of time switching spots in line so we could have seats where we wanted... only, in the end it didn't work... ryan and i sold programs, and it was SO unfair, all the girls were like "ooh he's cute!" and bought from him *sob sob* but it was ok, because renata fixed seats for us so that we could sit together and whatnot... it was an awesome show, during otm, maggie was hilarious, and haven was laughing so hard, you could hear it and jeremy was totally cracking up... omg... i laughed so hard, it was great. since this really WAS my last show, i cried so so so so hard. and it was sad. stage door we talked to curtis, bid everyone farewell... the whole bit... oh! curtis said he loves the book i gave him, and he's going to take the indian-pacific across australia! (which is part of what the author of the book did...) it's billy bryson, from a sunburned country.... bill bryson's one of my favorite authors... yeah


there is SO much more, that i've left out, but i'm posting this... because i'm sick of typing it.

thoughts: OH MY GOD how much fun did i have in san fran? i like, hated the city itself, but loved the show, the people i met, the pride parade... wow. one of the best experiences of my life. there were some people i met there that i know are going to be life long friends. it was incredible. i miss everyone so much now. i have so many stories, and so many quotes, but i'm dead tired now, and am only online because i'm hopping ryan'll sign on when he gets home.... so, until tomorrrow.... gooodnight all!

*megan*

thoughts: i'm leaving for lake park iowa in about an hour, so no updates until monday, at which point there will (hopefully) be a massive update, then a little update tuesday, then, wednesday... i'm off to SAN FRAN! eeep i'm so excited. so, for now, not much going on, need to pack and let my mom check her mail... so, until monday (or maybe some point this weekend when i get on at my cousin jackie's house, or the library) fare thee well!

*megan*

thoughts: meant to update, had lots to say, but am going to bed. night!

(angry) thoughts (that i'll regret posting): ok, i was just talking to bryan... and he didn't respond to a question i asked, so i said something along the lines of "fine, i'll ask erin if you won't respond" and he said "like hell i didn't respond" and i was confused... because a. he *didn't* repsond, and b. he DIDN'T respond! and i was like "what? huh? maybe i'm a moron and closed the window... or something, because i got no response! *hiss!*" and he was like "jesus, settle down or something" and continued not responding. so now i'm angry, and if you happen to be reading this bryan, really, it was unneccessary. i'm sorry if i offended you, but crikeys. it might not *seem* harsh, but i've never known bryan to ever say something aimed at being anything but nice... and bryanish.. . so *hiss* and uh, for anyone not bright enough to figure it out, i *hiss* a lot, at anything, it doesn't mean i'm angry or overreacting... it mean's im hissing, anyone who's been around me for five minutes realizes that. crikeys!


an upset *megan*
see, *now* i'm over reacting, *THIS* is me overreacting, not saying "what? you didn't respond"


i find it vaguely amusing that i realized i'm being rash and over reacting, but i'm posting it anyhow....

ok, so, this post is going to be long and full of things that don't make sense.

< rant > i hate posers (renata and elmo will yell at me for not spelling it poseur... hrm) i've been surfing around and reading some of my "friends"'s web diary weblog things... and it ended up making me really angry. there are quite a few that are nice, and *real*, but there are SO many that are "look at how cool i am, i'm just unbelievable and perfect! here, look at my pictures section! all pictures of ME posing for the camera! i'm SO cute!" ugh. i really hope i don't come across as phony here. i don't try to sit and think these posts out at all, and after looking at these revoltingly self centered weblogs, i'm suddenly worried that i'm revolting and self centered. yuck. i really don't want to be a twit like them! i mean, i am a twit... but, i'm not a disgusting transparent personalitiless twit, am i? ok, www.curtiscregan.com, there are tons of pictures for me posing for the camera, but i'm with curtis, and it's curtis's site! *sigh* and i look AWFUL in half the pictures because they're after rushing and i'm like "hi, i haven't showered!". sure, i have some pictures of me that i think i look exceptionally nice, or pretty... and if someone asks for a picture of me i give them one of the pictures that i think i look pretty in, not one of the ones where i have one eye closed and pen marks on my cheek. but, i don't plaster my site with my pictures... *sigh sigh sigh* < / rant >


thoughts: i woke up at 11:40 this morning, and told emily to leave me alone, and went back to sleep in teh chair, but then i woke up at 11:55 and decided to get up, i wandered into the computer/mini pool table room to discover her brother and her brother's friend were both there, in addition to emily and missy. i made a quick attempt to hide the fact that i had mascara and eyeliner smeared down my cheek, and tried to get my hair to flatten down out of the "blonde bride of frankenstein" look i had going. when none of that worked, i wrapped up in a blanket and figured "ah, the hell with it, they're underclassmen, i dont' care" and watched emily play final fantasy (fun times, fun times). i came home and watched caroline in the city (grrr, i hate julia. richard and caroline belong together. and the guy that plays richard would make a good mark.) i love the guy on rollerblades because he's neato. yup. after that, my mom got home and made malts, and they were really runny and scary. then allison had a piano lesson with her psycho piano teacher who has at least 12 cats... my dad made me a burger that was really rather bad, and made me eat sourdough bread (i HATE sourdough bread.) *suddenly gets tangled in shirt and spins chair around 180 degrees* stupid shirt... and stupid spinny chair. and STUPID POSEURY PEOPLE (i spelled it "right" for renata and elmo, even though i did it on accident...it's a typo that works!) *settles down* i'm very bitter about the moulin rouge soundtrack not having certain songs on it. i mean jeeze. they need the actual mix of lady marmalade/smells like teen spirit/because you can/rhythm of the night that they actually use. and then, the whole "spectacular spectacular" song they sing for the duke... and for GOD'S SAKE the john lequizamo version of nature boy. david bowie?! eeew, stupid david bowie. and "the show must go on" should be there, and the actual movie mix of 'hindi sad diamonds' and a non short skanky "diamonds are a girls best friend, and i'd be horribly amused having the zidler/duke version of like a virgin. *has gotten randomly sidetracked talking about moulin rouge soundtrack* er, anyhow... this is insanely long and bitchy, so i'll stop.


*megan*

thoughts: i'm at emily's. just wanted to update quick like. it's reallly late/early. i just got on aim and was like "where IS everyone?!" then i realized it was like... 3am. so yeah. er, i can't remember if there was anything interesting i wanted to say. i'm guessing there wasn't. i'm really upset that i haven't heard from ben at all since he left for nationals. *shrug* it would make sense if we were drifting apart. it happens to me all the time... i just can't stay close with people for long periods of time before for some unknown reason we stop being friends and drift away from one another. *sigh* i'd hate to lose ben though. i sonsider him my best friend...


i'm playing with the stu-nimations on twistedmystic again... and the zentences.


i'm all upset and sad at the prospect of losing ben. i'm gonna go watch a movie :(


*megan*

wearing: grey pajama/dance pants and a blue tank top with my cows jumping over the moon tank top over it.


on winamp: moulin rouge soundtrack, come what may, to be precise


eating: lucky charms and milk


thoughts: i'm really tired. bah. i was in the rentheads.com chat room with renata last night... and there was an overabundance of annoying twits there too. luckily renata and i frightened them away. so it was just us, and rick, and ryan and dave. so that was nice, because i get to meet ryan and dave out in san francisco. woot. i always just assumed that ryan was a rabid maggie benjamin fan (he is... but he's not that bad of a rabid maggie fan) but i'm glad i talked to him, he seems cool. er what else? oh, i got new shoes yesterday, skechers! and they're muy pretty. and they aren't all worn out like the skecher i have now... they weren't on sale though *hiss* and the woman working at dillards was the rudest person ever. and she had hideous bleached blonde hair. and it sounded like she was trying to change her voice to make it cutesy. it was annoying as hell. (and i imagine hell is very annoying). i also got a new purse :) it's dark purple, and kenneth cole, reaction. *shrug* it was on sale, and i already have a kenneth cole purse that i like a lot, but it doensn't have enough pockets. this one does though. and the front pockets are just the right size for a tape recorder :) not that i'd ever consider bootlegging anything. . . . yeah. i now i have my very own Bag Of Plenty (or, maybe... Purse Of Plenty) so yay me. it's not as cool as renata's BOP, but it's still cool. uh, it's 1:00 and i'm bored, so i'm gonna call my dad and demand he give me some money. then maybe i'll go to the mall. maybe i'll call YOU and ask if YOU want to go to the mall with me. but, unless you're erin or missy or emily... i prolly won't call you.


*megan*

wearing: my indigo blue jeans, and my new gap t-shirt... it's just waiting for me to spill something on it.


on winamp: lisa loeb, stay


eating: tuna... i'm guessing i've just never been eating while updating... otherwise i would have included it before. *shrug*


thoughts: hrm. missy spent the night last night (as i mentioned in my last update...) and there was much fun had by all. or something. we went to the icare pancake breakfast. and spent all day downtown. which wasn't as fun as it should have been, since my dad insisted on taking my car and leaving missy and i down town while he went to get my sister and her horribly obnoxious friend. it was okayish though. we wandered through old capitol mall... and there was a random drunk guy walking around and falling every few paces... and a random homeless person sleeping by the stairs... it's no wonder old cap can't get people to go there... it really wasn't appealing having the random drunk guy stumbling around behind us while we ordered pizza from the cute boy at sbarros. overall, it was an ok day. i suppose. *shrug* yeah. my mom just came in and whined about someone throwing away some french fries.... and was like "it was YOU, wasn't it?!" and then wouldn't believe me when i said it wasn't me. ah well. maybe i'll update later tonight... if something horribly interesting occurs between now and then...


*megan*

wearing: my favorite jeans and the white tank top i was wearing under my pretty new pink gap shirt before i got ice cream on it and had to put it in the washer.


on winamp: NOTHING because it's evil. i was listening to the moulin rouge soundtrack. then it died. and i got frusterated and closed it.


thoughts: nothing much. missy's over spending the night, and letting me burn copies of her moulin rouge soundtrack. and a bunch of other ones... but, i bet i'll get bored and not burn the rest of them. because i have the attention span of a fly. hrm... what'd i do today...? i got up early (ok, well 9am... but still) and had to take my car in to get fixed... then i sat at home and was sad because i didnt' have a car... then my car got fixed, and i went and picked it up, then i went to the mall with emily and missy and saw.... moulin rouge (what a surprise). and it was good, again. patrick reed and jane came too. good times. only the people behind us were really annoying. i wanted to throw ice at them, but i just gave them eyes of death a bunch of times. and i bought a shirt at the gap. and thennnnnn later, i got ice cream on it. it's in the washer now. and we went downtown and i saw caleb... and zak and aric and tyler and some other people... and then we drove to missy's then back to my house, and that's where we are now. and i'm talking to will and renata, so i'm going to go and talk to them, and abandon my blog of doom.


*megan*

wearing: light blue jeans and a blue shirt.


on winamp: stuart davis, transpersonal cowboy ("they say i'm how the west was won, that's a goddamn myth, the west is what i'm one with)


thoughts: so scott and i went to see as you like it at the outdoor shakespeare in the park theatre. and as usual (well, whenever i see riverside shows) i was blown away by how freaking hot jackson doran is (of no relation to skanky bitch from hell matt doran...) like seriously. ben say's i'm shallow. but half of the reason i went to see equus was because jackson had a nude scene *hangs head in shame* he's just so hot. seriously. if you had a chance to see him naked or clothed, you'd be a fool not to take it. yeah. and jo jordan was in the cast, and she's just so damn cute, i don't think she remembers me, but i met her way back when. she's great. if like, anyone who knows her is reading this.... tell her she was great. yeah. it was a good show... even though it was all cold outside. let's seee, what else did i do today? OH i did the audition... HA i sucked. *laughes at suckiness of self* but it's ok, because nicole and i went to the mall and got ice cream. and wandered around, and cute cell phone boy was working. and i followed a cute boy around target for like ten minutes... all he bought was a hammer. (notice how much my life revolves around me stalking cute boys now that school's out?) it seems like i did something else today, but i can't remember what it was. though, i'm realizing that today was really yesterday since it's like 12:30 now. shoot. i hate how time screws up my today/tomorrow thing. missy suggested seeing moulin rouge again today. and iwas like "dude, it's too late!" then i realized that she meant like, later today like noon today... since... yeah. so, anyhow, i'm going to bed, because i'm really tired.


*megan*
ooooh my god, the cat caught a mouse *considers standing on chair and shrieking girlishly*


oh, yeah, and nationals are tomorrow (today? damn) so GOOD LUCK BEN! and everyone else who went to nationals. but especially ben. i love you even thought you said i was a shallow, vain whore. *sobs*

thoughts: i had something to say when i opened blogger. but i can't remember it now. shoot. it may have been about stuart davis... NO! i remember what it was. if you're reading my blog, you should e-mail me. so i feel loved. hey, if you told ME to e-mail YOU, i'd do it. and as of now, the only e-mail i've gotten from someone who reads this was from some 14 year old girl who only wrote "you suck". so, please, make me feel loved. and i'd like to know if people are reading this. because if people aren't i'll stop writing. yeah. oh, hey... on my way to san francisco, i might get to see lance and bobby! from washington dc! (only really, they're from texas... i just met them in dc) i kind of hope i get to see them. it'd be neat. anyhow, e-mail me, you evil hailbuts.

*megan*

wearing: my favorite jeans! and my favorite shirt! and my blue flip flops!


on winamp: winamp's being really skanky and refusing to open...


reading: notes from a small island by bill bryson.


thoughts: IT'S SUMMER!! ooooh my god, i'm so glad school's out. it's unbelievable. yeah, so the code for my template has issues according to jane. *Shrug* strangely enough... i don't care. oh well. i can't get my cd burner to eject *hiss* no no... i fixed it. ok, so i haven't updated since last friday. several of my friends have threatened to beat me with fish if i don't update...oh well. i saw moulin rouge on saturday, saw it again last night... and am going this weekend. it is incredible... i love love love it. yeah.


my mom finally made all of our san francisco reservations *whew* so now everything's all set, i'm so excited. i'm leaving on the 20th, and i'll be back on the 25th. it's gonna be really really fun. only two weeks left!


i really can't remember what all has happened since i last posted. hrm. oh well. i cleaned my room. i listened to a lot of elvis costello (note: i originally typed evil costello) and then, i was like "dude, i haven't been listening to much stuart davis lately!" so i listened to some stuart davis. he is a god. he's one of the nicest, most genuine people i've ever met. i try not to over analyze him and his music like a lot of people i know... he's just there, and he's incredible. it's amazing he isn't famous... *sigh* someday, i'll alert the world to stuart davis, and it'll be good. i've already spread the stuart davis love to all my friends... we always have tables of like 15 people at concerts. stuart davis is inspiring. i don't understand how anyone could not be moved and inspired by his music... and just him in general... yeah, so, for your surfing pleasure: stuartdavis.com, twisted mystic, and dream usher


tomorrow i have an audition for a random film thingy. and then scott and i are going to go see a show at the shakespearean theatre in the park. my dad keeps asking if scott and i are an item... and i'm like "nooooo dad... for like the billionth time. scott's gay. in fact, he's on a date with another boy, *right now*" my dad's cool though... (and hey scott, how'd your date go?)


i was just alerted to the fact that my blog is being a jerk. bad blog, bad. maybe i'll fix it. maybe it won't, because i'm lazy. and i have better more important things to do with my valuable time. *thinks* no i don't... i'm just lazy. so, i'm off for now. because i am. also, i'm aware that the links don't work in netscape. but uh, the list the address, so feel free to type them yourself.


*megan*

thoughts: bah, a test post, to see how everything's working. maybe i'll *really* post later. i know *so* many people can't wait to hear what i did today (it's actually kind of interesting...) anyhow. test one two, one two three . . . (anything, but that) this is weird... (it's weird...) very weird....

*megan*
kudos to those who know what i'm talking about
*throws kudos to crowd*