so...

i've had blogger open for like an hour and i haven't actually typed anything. whoops. so. last night.


we went to studio to see cal because he left for germany this morning (i'm SO sad. i even started a "we miss cal" group on facebook) so, i was fine until he left around twelve or so... at which point i started drinking very heavily. i CRIED so hard. i miss him. so yeah. we went to deadwood at one... and stole some guys hat. hehee. that was fun. and melissa tried to teach me to play pool. and she was actually pretty successful. so then we went to the liquor store and stocked up, and i stayed up getting WASTED til about five. i apparently called a bunch of people and now i think they're all mad. hee. whoops. i fell asleep on the couch with a drink in my hand and spilled it all over. whoops. we bought stuff to make used condoms... and melissa and i did a MILLION of them. teehee. overall, i think i had fun. because i vaguely recall having fun. at least in between crying over cal leaving. MAN. i was more wasted than i've been in a while. well, since my birthday.


oh. em. gee. there's a sims 2 university exspansion pack. i want it!! it looks hilarious. i wish matt would hurry up and come get me because i'm hungry. i was gonna snack on something, but there is NOTHING in the pantry except boooze (i'm at suman's). i need to get my nails done SO bad. i broke like, all of them yesterday between moving and drinking i banged myself up real good. i'm all bruised and stuff. and busted up my nails. *sigh* life = so freakin hard.


ooh matt's here. bye

haha.

graham has the sweat suit that flava flav is wearing in strange love. oh the hilarity.


so, stuart on friday was awesome. go read renata's blog here if you want to read about it. < edit... i had a link to MY blog. not renata's. i'm a dork. >


oh my god, did flava flav and briggite or whatever just get MARRIED?! holy cow. i am so addicted to bad vh1 shows. man. they rock. ooh, and celebrity fit club's on now. score. and i have a tasty beverage. double score.


so. cal leaves for germany tomorrow. and i am SO sad. adam and i are gonna partay with him at studio tonight. (though, he can't drink much. because he has to be at the airport at like 9am.)


i want to type more, but this keyboard's so sticky. so i'm not gonna. but maybe later. oh hey, i moved out of me and aj's apartment today, we found a sublet. i'm back at my parent's house now. oook, really i gotta go so i can call zac. he's at the abercrombie bowl and booze, and i want to make fun of him.

mmm.

beer.


we have like, every type of beer imaginable in the fridge. i've been randomly bringing beer to matt's since my birthday, but no one's drank any of it. so we're drinking it now. i made dinner for everyone, yay meeeee!! i made tacos. only not really, i made burritos. with tomatos and lettuce and salsa, and ALL sorts of stuff. i'm the best cook EVER. i'm the worst typist ever though, this post is taking forever because i can't type. and i keep hitting tab, and it sends me off to random buttons and stuff. grrr. ooook, i'm gonna go make matt give me a cigarette.

strip club!

i'm going to the strip club in cr for a birthday party. hehe. apparently i'm a boy... and i go to strip joins when i'm sad.


i really don't have much else to say, except i keep forgetting to email my teacher. dammit. i'm gonna go do that right now. oh, and rob, call my parent's house whenever you get in on friday... i know that tomorrow night i'm gonna go out with lizbian, and friday i'll be at the stu show... but i dunno what i'm up to during the day, aside from class. okie. bye kids.

dammit.

i'm sad and hate everyone again. stupid people. person. grr.


i'm so gonna get the "i'm not with stupid anymore" shirt. even though i'm sure i'll just get bitter everytime i wear it.


i'm watcing room raiders again. and i'm really tired because i didn't sleep last night. as is usual for monday nights.


someone go buy me the pockettease shirt and cheer me up. or bring me some soup or something.

oh. em. gee.

buy this for me.

dude.

i love the kelly clarkson video. i so wanna do that. everytime i see that video, i'm like "dude. i want to do that." it would be awesome. i might just be really bitter.... but, uh, yeah.


dude, i really don't like john mayer's music that much.... but whenever i see him being interviewed, or being on teevee, i think he's fucking hilarious.


oooh, get right's on mtv. i constantly have this song and rich girl stuck in my head. it drives me (and prolly everyone around me) crazy. aw man, this is the stupid mix. stupid stupid mix. or something.


i hate how boulevard of broken dreams is supposedly an mtv exclusive. exclusive my ass. i also hate how suman's beagle keeps pestering me. i'm gonna throw him out the window. oh, also, in the green day video, billy is not walking alone. he's walking with the rest of green day. i guess that "i walk with the rest of my band" just isn't as catchy? p.s. i'm totally gonna go see green day in may. it's like... my junior high fantasy fulfilled. i'm still super excited though. whoa, when billy makes a certain face.... he looks like graham. that was scary.


i put this new hemp lotion on. and now i smell like weed. dammit. i'm watching napolean dynamite now. i heart napolean dynamite.

room raiders

the guy on room raiders is such a LOSER.


if i were on room raiders and he picked me.... i'd be like "uh, no thanks." he like... got naked in one room, ate something out of a compost bucket in another one... eeeeeew. naaasty guy. he's like creepy. and a bible thumper, yet... crazy. well, i dunno why i say "yet" i generally think bible thumpers are crazy. especially like, the university christian group people who go out and get SO fucking wasted that i want to kill them with my straw... and then they go home with raaaaaandom nasty people, and still manage to drunkenly extoll the virtues of the wonderful world of christ to me. and then i DO stab them with my straw. or throw ice at them.


man. renata and i are so hilarious.


dude, this guy on room raiders. you must die. oh dude, i've seen this one before. one of this girls FLIPS the fuck out at the end. i think she's joking though, because the guy's such a loser. and i bet she's as hilarious as me and renata. well, actually NO one's as hilarious as me and renata. or as smart. we once sat on a dead bird for six hours. then we discovered we were sitting on a dead bird, so we put a folder in front of it. we're problem solvers.


we want to get a bunch of ant sized cats. and have like, a desktop cat farm. just imagine it, wouldn't that be awesome? like, fluffy persians... and little stripey house cats... and they'd all run around their little cat tunnels.... and it'd be awesome.

LIES!

so, blogger and the new server HATE me.


renata: *shrug* and i think part of it might just be blogger, because it had been being weird for me all week
megan: stupid blogger confusing me by teaming up with the new server.
renata: it's all a giant web of confusion!
renata: with an evil spider of technology!
megan: it's a world wide web of confusion.
renata: and.. flies of knowledge
megan: *laughes merrily to self*
renata: bahaha
megan: get it? get it?
megan: because like.. it's giant.
megan: it's world wide.
renata: *actually laughed out loud* *a lot*


it's so tragic that we're so hilarious, and i cannot blog about it. also, my comments aren't working. blogger keeps lying to me and saying i have comments... then i look, and i don't. and, i keep falling for it. "oooh comments!! *opens* awwww. i forgot."


ok, i'm gonna make renata fix things. wish us luck against the world wide web of lies.


< edit > everything just went through all at once. and i don't know why, or how... so frusterating. ok, on to fixing the comments.

*poke*

testing one two three??

steak and shake = bastards.

andrea and i have always known that steak and shake = bastards. but now, they've really done it. they forgot to put cheese on my cheese fries and i didn't notice until i got home. and now i'm stuck with stupid regular fries. life is SO hard.


i spent the evening losing at pool. i'm so horrible at it, it's not even funny.


sigh. today's been so hard. especially with my stupid regular fries. grrr.


i actually had an interesting post in mind, but now i'm all distracted by my lack of cheese sauce. i'm eating my fries with a slice of provolone in an attempt to replicate real cheese fries. it's not working.


maybe i'll remember my interesting post later.

doh.

stupid u of i. i'll maintain you! (facebook is down for maintainance. but just my school. stupid school.)


i'm so bitter right now. dude. i'm gonna finish my drink and go down to college st. but we're apparently picking people up on the way? and they're people i would rather not pick up so much as... run over. yes.


ok, i'm gonna try frowl webmail one more time before i have it KILLED.

aaaaaaaaaagh

*screams*


stupid new frowl webmail. i hate you more than life itself. MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF! *shakes fist*


*deep breath* Wooo. i'm a little stressed. maybe my really bright green drink will help me. ooh, othermegan imed me!! so much is going on. i'm so distracted. *flail* so distracted!!


when i was taking a bath earlier, i totally got soap in my ears, and it's still like.... bubbly. my ear's all sudsy. i can hear it sudsing.


i'm going to go play with facebook, because i'm stressed and facebook is my heroin.

megans on ice...

last night was "megans on ice" ... aka my friend othermegan and i sliding all over the place downtown and falling down a lot. and being shady. we couldn't find afties, so we went to ajaxx and flirted with people with beer until we found a party. then we didn't like the party, so we hiked back to megan's (and there was more sliding). then zac was gonna come over, but instead he sent a cab for me and i went to meet him like... in siberia. he was really far away. and that's the story of my super exciting night last night. oh, and i threw some ice at brady, and he soaked me with the bar sprayer. stupid brady. and what else? oh, i lost my wallet, but then i found it again. and tom bought me a drink because i was so woeful about my stupid wallet. but all was well in the end.


and, i wore this bitchin bacardi limon hat all night. because i'm cool.


miss gay iowa's tonight. should i go? it's in CR, and i'm lazy... hmmm. decisions decisions. i need to go work on my creative fiction homework though... "they say i'm nothing but a party girl." it's very deep and hard hitting. and i think it's unfortunatly proving that i am nothing but a party girl. just like a million more all over the world... *hums the rest of the song* yeah, i dunno the rest of the lyrics. but, yes. so either i seem more intelligent in this piece... or i change the title to "i'm nothing but a party girl. doh."


i need to take a shower, because i am so fucking skanky right now. seriously. ew. zac said i was disheveled. i think he meant disgusting, but was just being nice... because i'm so... disgusting... must... bathe. oh hey! i finally got new deodorant. so i won't smell as bad now. (i haven't had deodorant for like two weeks, i kid you not. kaylie and i were in the backseat of the car, and she's like "something smells good" and i was like "can't be me. i'm out of deodorant." and she thought i was gross. doh.)

boo.

i didn't cook my hot dogs long enough. and i just bit my lip. and it sucks.

i HATE how slow this is!!

for some reason the internet's being hellas slow. stupid internet.


The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test


so i'm apparently violent. *shrug* who knew. i don't usually do anything worse than throw ice at people i don't like. oh well.

*sigh*

i feel...
hurt
sad
sick
empty
tired
confused
detached
lost


i don't know. i guess it's not "things can always get worse" it's "things always get worse." i don't know. i'm just glad i finally got some sleep. i feel better after having slept. i guess the whole emotions causing actual physical pain thing hits alot harder when you haven't slept. i really don't want to talk about this (if you ask why i'm writing this, or what caused this, i'm not going to tell you. so don't ask.) but i think i need to? but i don't know how? because the only person i can maybe talk to is ben. and i don't want to call him to ask if he'll listen to me cry. i don't know.


i just went through my archives and read a bunch of really sad posts, so i could be like "it's not that bad, you'll be ok." and i decided that this is that bad, but that i'm whiny. i also discovered that yeah, i got happy after stuff, but then,a month later, there's just something else.


it's not really that bad. i guess. i mean there's nothing wrong here. iowa city's fine and happy, and everything happening in my life here is fine and happy. i just feel like ... as cheesy as it sounds... broken. and i know i'm all pathetic and sad and distracted, because i feel like i'm in slow motion.


so, i'm gonna do all my homework today during the day, and go get a bottle of vodka at seven or so. anyone want to join me? misery loves company.

bah.

i'm sad and i hate everyone. boo.

birthday!

i had an excellent twenty first birthday. i was very drunk. and i spent the majority of afterhours apologizing to matt's roommate. even when i didn't need too. and i was really hung over this morning. i layed on matt's bed with a wash cloth of my face for like an hour.


so, futerama's on and i'm distracted. so, yeah, i had an awesome birthday, i didn't fall down behind the bar at all, and i didn't throw an enourmous party at my apartment. it was good times. ok, futerama.

so, i'm watching raiders of the lost ark. and i wanted to say how much i love the indiana jones theme song. it makes me want to like... be heroic... or swing on vines to save people or something. anyway, it's the part where there are all the snakes, and i was gonna be like "man, the snake coming out of the skeletons mouth used to scare me SO much" then i saw that part and i was like "AH!!" so, apparently it still scares me so much. hey! indie's about to fight the governor of minnesota! how exciting. this movie is super awesome fabulous.


ok, i have to go because we need to pick up cake to take to studio for my birthday. woooo!

quizzies...

i haven't taken quizzes in forver. i feel like i'm in high school.






find YOUR drag persona


and go to mewing.net. where all the men wear skirts.



ok, i'm going to bed because i feel like i'm going to die. and... i want to die... in bed. apparently.

stupid personality disorder test.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	High
Borderline:	Very High
Histrionic:	Very High
Narcissistic:	Very High
Avoidant:	Moderate
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

i don't think i'm antisocial! (i agree with just about everything else though...) boo. one low and one moderate. i suck. though, you know, Real World won't cast you if you don't have at least one personality disoder.

should go to bed....

i really ought to go to bed.... but i'm not tired enough yet. and i can't take my cough syrup for another half hour or so. so, i'm going to blog.


firstly, renata is the funniest person alive, and i found this to be horribly amusing... "ow. i just gave myself an enormolous papercut on a band-aid wrapper. and it started bleeding and i had to go get another band-aid to put over my band-aid inflicted wound. damn those marketing geniuses!"


for some reason everything i write seems obnoxious. i think it's because usually the only blogs i read are really amusing, and lately i've been blog surfing, and have found some that are so unbelievably dull they make me want to die. or else like... you can tell what the person wants the reader to think of them... and it's all like "hint hint..." so now i have no blog self esteem. boo. (though, really if i've been that annoying, i still am, and there's not much to be done.)


boy, i sure do wish i was healthy enough to be out and about with suman and kaylie and lindsay. because we had so much fun last weekend... (dude, someone took a picture of me looking so wasted... it's embarrassing. i don't think being sickish and sleep deprived helped... but i look AWFUL. man, it needs to be burned)


my fingers are cold, and i should go do homework... but i'm enjoying just sitting at the computer and eating my pudding.

booo.

i'm so sick.


and my birthday's tomorrow. and we're supposed to be partying today... and i'm SO sick. it's horrible. i can't do anything but lay on the couch and cough. and all of my muscles are so sore from coughing that now it hurts to even move. and it hurts to cough. i've tried everything, so if anyone has any hints as to what to do to get rid of a cough... tell me.

aw peas.

my phone's 100% off. sorry.


i'm trying to find a job, i really am, but it's making me hate my life. and i don't have time to do all the school stuff i want now, so i imagine having a job will make me hate my life even more. oooh, this is a dangerous topic because now i wanna rant and be sad.


aaaaaaaaanyways. i'm horrendously atrociously ill. yay, happy birthday weekend me! but, yeah... so... i dunno what we're doing. i guess we're still gonna try for sunday night to monday morning? i dunno. aw shoot, i need to call colin. *sigh* boo. having my phone off is making me sad. so is being sick. ok, i'm gonna try to go back to bed, because i really don't feel good.

la

i'm sorry everyone. my phone has been dead all day, that's why you can't reach me. sorry. i feel bad, i was supposed to talk to a bunch of people today. and i didn't.


i thought matt just deleted my blog (all four sentences of it) so i yelled at him. but he didn't delete it. so, i'm a jerk.


boulevard of broken dreams is on for the nine millionth time tonight. we're gonna go see green day in cedar rapids on may fifth. anyone wanna come?


the only real reason i wanted to blog was to apologize for being under the radar today. so, i'm sorry, and i'll have my phone on tomorrow, but i haven't paid the bill so i can't call anyone, you have to call me. so, call me, baby.

yay!

i don't like this keyboard.


it's making my typing even worse than usual. the one at suman's in the living room is even crappier though.l it's all stupid and sticky.


i hurt my back last night. it hurst. ok,i've tried to type that right like seven times. and i give up. i was gonna blog more, but it's too hard.

pirates. arrr

in response to the many inquiries about pirates in how to succeed...they're the like... assistants in the treasure hunt game show that finch comes up with at the end.


dammit, matt was right about facebook... i have become irrationally addicted. and grrrr, i hate all the people that i'm not friends with who just want big lists. you guys suck and take up valuable spots on my friends list, that could be held by REAL friends.


i'm debating taking a nap before class... or doing my vocab homework.... i have to be to kirkwood at 5 to print some junk... class 6-9 and fat tuesday celebration shortly thereafter. so, if i wanna take a nap, i better do it now.


ok, here's the plan. drive home... stop and pick up a red bull on the way... once i get home, decide what to do.... and in what order... sleep, shower, vocab, stop for coffee... if i get the vocab done at home, i can put off going to kirkwood til 5:20... hmm. okie, i'll think about it on the way home. and we'll see what happens.

omigod

i'm so glad no one saw what i just did.


and yet i'm going to tell everyone.


i'm sitting here typing, drinking a pepsi, and my phone rings, and it scared me so much i jumped and dumped pepsi all down the front of my shirt. i even knocked the mouse on the floor. and my heart is still pounding. if my phone scares me that much, i don't even want to think about real scary things. whew.

booo

stupid homework keeping me up all freaking night.

dude

i never saw any pics from how to succeed in business without really trying. and now i found some. how to succeed


ok, i'm in the front row in the first one (in my yellow dress. boo yellow. and nick's like, molesting me or something... i dunno. i need to call nick. i think he's done stalking jamie since she moved... and i feel bad that jamie and i were so mean to him last time we saw him. we were really awful. aw, i feel bad now. anyways...)


then, on the right side i'm in the coffee break one... and the finch's presentation one... and the paris original one (i look like a dork though) and of course, on the left, there i am as a pirate... those stupid freakin pirate costumes.... breeze and i had to change from our blue and yellow dresses into the pirate costumes in like... 30 seconds, and then from the pirate costumes into our office dresses in like 15 seconds. and poor nick and scott, they had like, 20 seconds each time to change in and out of suits. that sucked. ooh, and for the pirate costumes, breeze and i split a pair of big hope earrings, and we were always running back into the next office scene like... with the bandana or an earring or something we weren't supposed to have. i think nick wore a hoop through the last like three scenes one night. arrrrr. he plundered the office. hehe. ok, really homework...

diogh

so, that title was supposed to be "doh" ... oh well.


it's monday, and i totally just went to my tuesday class by mistake. aw man, it was embarrassing. i actually sat down, and was like day dreaming and looking over homework and junk, and all of a sudden i'm like "i dont' know any of these people... and this isn't my teacher..." so, i just stood up, and said "oh, it's monday. dammit." and left. because i'm cool like that. and then, since my monday class teacher won't let anyone in after 6:10, i just went to the computer lab to finish my tuesday class homework. actually, i stopped at the information desk and dropped off my monday homework. by the way, has anyone seen my short fiction book? because i totally think i lost it, like, the second day of class. stupid $70 book, all disappearing.


i need to put my counter back up. i don't even remember where my counter is through. man. that sucks. i just realized it isn't here anymore, and it's been gone for like, months. now i have no idea how few people are reading my site.


and renata, your play was the best i've ever read, i still cannot BELIEVE that it got overlooked for the tony. bastards. when i win one, i'll make sure to mention that your play is what put me on the right track.


i wish the kirkwood computers had aim. then i could talk to some hot or not people instead of doing my homework. i already checked my email, and now i'm blogging... i'm really hyper because i drank a red bull before i came to class. because it's a long class, and i get really bored. so, at least my hands constantly shaking keeps me awake.


having night classes and not working and partying on weekends has screwed my sleep schedule up so freaking much. i get up at like 3 or 4 in the afternoon, work out, go to class, go to the java house to study... and then do homework or whatever until like five or six am. and that's bad for weekends, because given what i'm doing, i'm usually up til like ten am. (i decided to watch chicago at like... 6:30 am sunday morning. then got up at noon. and went to suman's and played with the computer, then went to studio for adam's birthday, then drove derek and joe, who is my soulmate, home. dude, joe is so awesome (he played seymour in little shop last season, anyone remember him?) derek told us he voted for bush, and joe and i got so furious we had to leave and smoke like four cigarettes. and, like... his car's as messy as mine is! and, he's just awesome. leave it to me to find a gay soulmate.


ok. i'm gonna go and write some paper things. i literally write upwards of ten pages of stuff for class each week. it's crazy to look over everything... man. ok, homework, really. aw man, i really wanna watch strongbad emails, since they weren't working at suman's last night. i might draw a little too much attention to myself in the lab though. and i already had my phone go off really loud, so everyone hates me. hmm.


dude, jason shibata added me as a friend on facebook! i think i've talked to him like... twice. well, maybe six if you count the times i've been drunk and the scummit while he's working. i seriously think the last time i talked to him sober was when paulina and i saw him after lunch.... "what should i name my blog" "hey is that jason shibata?" "why would i name it that?" "no, he's behind you."


ok. i might play with facebook a little, then do homework, then go to java house. ok. yup. bye.

vintage blog

"i am laughing, very hard.... because of this: "renata: dude, the first guy... he's going to COLLEGE yet his keywords include "animels", "cammping", "musice", "partys" and "soccor"?""
-renata and i when i first got into hot or not...

"renata and i are making fun of my most recent batch of "someone wants to meet you" candidates on hot or not. oooh dear. highlights include the guy who isn't "sinical", and is kissing a stuffed dear in his photo. (renata and i decided that tongues that touch deer to not touch us.) also the guy in a tux who appeared to have just whited his wife out of the picture. ("he should have put "you could be next!"") the best was the link i tried to send renata... but it showed her a girl in iowa who was recently single. and wanted us to give her a holla. and there was a picture i thought was gabe for a second, it wasn't. he was a retro cowboy though. someone whose interests were "kissing, more kissing and even more kissing." he sounded like a fascinating young man. and his profile was practically soft porn... but he had nice abs. all guys who want to meet me need to meet the four s's. ... sexy, sassy, super... sailboat-owning... or wait... was it savvy... something to do with snuggling... smart... wait... thus far, sailboat-owning has been hard to fulfill. also, a lot of people are really into fishing. and i'm afraid of fish (shut UP! they're scary)."
-again, more hot or not.

"am looking at all of my "someone wants to meet you" links. i get about two emails a day of them.... and i never check them out anymore. (i got over hot or not very quickly. i acquired about five stalkers, loads of random people.... and an alex from detroit. and boy, i can't stand alex. ^_~) aaanywho. these crack me up. ok, and.... about these things...

a) why would you be on "meet me" if you have a girlfriend? (or boyfriend for that matter...) maybe it's just me, but i would get a little distressed if i found out my boyfriend was actively trying to meet girls on hot or not.
b) why do people click yes to me, when they're like homophobic bible thumping hunters from texas?? helloooo, did they just not read ANYthing i wrote??
c) what is with the "just fooling around... thought it'd be funny if i just put my pic up" guys... who then have like... year long star memberships??
d) i hate anyone with "sex" as a keyword.
e) it's weird when i find people i know....
f) i hate guys whose picture is them some random place, like their living room, with their shirt off! aaaah!


ok. also.... keywords that are unacceptable.... "being a girl", "oral sex", "country music television", "life cereal" (i mean, c'mon, let's not get too attatched a cereal...), "cuddlin", "hot women", "vanilla" (what?), and "hats" (who likes hats THAT much. really.)"
-the first installment of unacceptable keywords.


"unacceptable keywords. part II


-"gazebos" ... hi, i'm megan, my interests include writing, drawing, acting and gazebos.
-"thugged out" ... need i say more? it was this short little white guy.
-"pajamas" ... ?
-"ducks" ... ok. alex has "feeding the ducks" which is SO cute. and i used to feed the ducks every wednesday over my lunch break from classes, and ALWAYS after my dance classes. so, i like ducks as well as the next person... but...really... just ducks?
-"jumbo" ... one of his other keywords was "prince albert" and his profile mentioned that he had a three year old daughter. i was concerned.
-"wet" ... "hi, i enjoy things that are wet. *suggestive eyebrow motions.*"
-"lindsay" ... what? maybe he just REALLY likes the name lindsay...
-"party's" ... he enjoys things that belong to parties?"
-part two.

"when i was at ben's, and i was talking to brian on aim even though he was close enough that i could hear him typing.... him and ben were talking... and ben's like "duuude, there's a girl in my room!" and brian was like "here, i'll talk you through it man, don't worry" and such. but i got bored and wandered over to brian's room. and he types to ben "DUUUDE, now i've got a girl!!" ... ok, we're all dorks. but i was really amused."
-hanging out with ben and brian

and now, a play by renata.
"i will write a play. right now. for you.
"megan is not skanky". by renata.


act 1.
megan: hi renata!
renata: hi megan!
megan: do you think i'm skanky?
renata: no, i think you're cool. now let's play clue.
megan: okay.


intermission.


act 2.
renata: hi megan, good to see you again. i'm glad you're still not skanky.
megan: hi renata. i'm glad you're not skanky too.
renata: but you know what is skanky? is lemons.
megan: yes indeed. however, they are quite antiscurvylicious.
renata: yes, yes they are.


the end. "


"highlights include.... the poster of a castle in a bunch of clouds... i used it to alter emily's driving reality so that it was like she was driving away from a castle in the clouds. then we had to put it away, and missy and i made use of the poster condom. then we found (more accurately, i went in search of... there's a picture of me climbing over the back seat... it's like... my butt and my feet in the air.....) the cargo net, and missy and i were held captive in the back seat by this giant net.... but then we got our helmut (aka big popcorn bowl) and broke free. also, discovered that we could turn emily's car into a helicopter by opening the back windows.... aaaand.... then we got to the airport and took pictures of ourselves being iowan in the gift shop (corn hats!!!) and i bought an iowa postcard to send to alex. (it's the best postcard ever, it's a field with a bunch of cows. only i added myself, and a ufo. and some info about the cows.) then we hung out by the GIANT revolving doors.... and even managed to get brian trapped in one.... then we sat on some scary chairs that kept almost tipping over.... and this lady took our picture.... and was like "i just spilled soda all over my pants... can you tell???" and we were like "no, no you can't" ... then missy got on her plane... and we were sad.... so we went to mcdonalds. and came up with bands names. ("insatiable baptist" and "bunny foo and field mice"...) i tought emily how to use the hand dryers ("push button.... wipe hands on pants.") and we set off again. i sang show tunes for the first half of the ride home, and slept for the second half. emily tried to kill us once while i was sleeping, but i woke up and stopped her. (*car swerves wildly, i wake up* "aaaah what's going on?!" "i'm trying to kill us all.... go back to sleep" "ok. *sleeps*") then we took the scenic route back to iowa city after some exit confusion. all in all, an excellent adventure ^_^ the pictures we took to illustrate are HILARIOUS.... i can't wait to get them up."
-des moines trip... i never did put all the pictures up, just one.

"when we left, nicole somehow managed to get like, every candy wrapper in the world stuck to her shoes. it was hiiiiilarious. and we got outside, and nate's like "my eye hurts." and i'm like "ooh, it does look all red..." and erin's like "oh, maybe it's infected again?" and i was like "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH nate's infected! kill him!" but, he promised that it was just his eye. ("nate's eye has rage! it wants to kill us all!" "don't worry guys, i'll keep it in control.")"
-after i saw 28 days later the first time.

man. austin powers... pure genius.

maaaan. i think maybe i killed too many brain cells last night. because my sense of humor has become so low brow. like, in the last six hours.


but, on the bright side, it's much easier to keep myself entertained.


oh, it's so sad when austin's all sad and no one likes him because he's all crazy and seventies and stuff. pooooor austin.


i have NO attention span today.


i really cannot focus... it's bad. i wish i could just live like colin... sit around in my awesome apartment and make art. (that is what i did all morning. i didn't really make any art, i just sanded some.) oh oh oh! hey! it's nic and zac's birthday!!! haaaaappy birthday!!!! (i must have wished zac a happy birthday at least 50 times last night. though, i wishe nic happy birthday first, then saw zac and didn't even say anthing. doh)


i'm creating a yahoo messenger profile. because i'm awesome.

ahhhaaha. oh strongbad.

oh my god. the new strongbad email is hilarious. homestar's bread sing alongs were awesome. "we don't take no guff from nobody.... did you guys see me refuse to take that guff? i totally rejected it."


*laughing hysterically* dreamails. hehehehe.


ok, must blog... and not get distracted watching strongbad emails. *opens another one* aaaaah. homestar. you are hilarious. oh, now i want to check my mail. ok, i'll be back.

hey, read my creative non fiction paper.

I was less that a year old when I picked up a doll in a toy store in Italy and wouldn’t put it down. It was a baby doll with realistic amber eyes, a bald head, a soft body and perfectly formed hands and feet. She was wearing a pair of white and pink striped pajamas, and her name was Picalina. For the next four years, I carried her everywhere with me. She’s flown from Europe to America and back several times, been to the hospital for measles, the emergency room for a dog bite and has helped me through countless trials since. Her wardrobe rivals my own, she’s as recognized in my family as easily as I am, and she still sleeps in my bed every night. Most of my early childhood memories have Picalina in them somewhere, and she’s present in the few memories I have of my grandma Kathleen, or Sookie as we all called her.


When I was little, Picalina and Sookie were my best friends, and my cousin Katie was my worst enemy. Katie lived to torture me. She called me names, bit me, pinched me, and in one particularly rough exchange ripped an ear off my teddy bear. When I was three, maybe four, years old Katie kidnapped Pica from her lawn chair while I was playing in our grandparents’ pool. I immediately jumped out and chased after her, recalling Fred the bear’s tragic ear loss, and knowing what she was capable of. She ran inside through the kitchen and up the back “servant’s” stairs to the second floor to avoid adult resistance in the living room. I tore after her, still wet from the pool. I slipped on the varnished wooden stairs as I rounded the first floor corner landing. I could see her fist clamped around Pica’s leg, pulling on the blue sundress Sookie had made for her.


When Katie reached the second floor, she ducked into the second door on the left, the bathroom. She slammed the door, locked me out, and proceeded to attempt to flush Picalina down the toilet. I tried the door, pounded on it for a few seconds, then continued down the hallway to the main stairs and into the den. In the den, between sobs, I told my grandpa what Katie was doing. He lacked interest in the situation and sent me to Sookie. Sookie immediately took charge, pausing only to grab the skeleton key and a yardstick. Even though she was already ailing from the cancer that would kill her less than two years later, I couldn’t keep up with her as she charged up the stairs. Once she reached the second story bathroom, she unlocked the door and charged in. She grabbed Katie with one hand, and pulled Picalina out of the toilet with the other. Katie received a whack with the yardstick, a firm reprimand, and was banished to the girls’ bedroom for the rest of the afternoon. Sookie and I spent the rest of the day drying Picalina. Sookie made us all chicken soup and tea, so that Picalina wouldn’t catch a cold.


Sookie saved Picalina and me from a variety of other catastrophes, most involving Katie. One afternoon Katie threw Pica down the clothes chute, and I dove after her without hesitation. I had my arm in a cast for weeks, and Sookie helped me papier-mache a matching cast for Picalina. When I caught chicken pox, my parents quarantined me at Sookie’s house because my dad hadn’t had them. Sookie and I used a red sharpie to give Picalina chicken pox in the same places I had them. The chicken pox scars on my face match the red dots that remain on Pica to this day. Sookie would sew matching church outfits for me and Pica, and in every Christmas picture, Picalina matches me and my cousins, all of us in Sookie’s special Christmas outfits. When Sookie did laundry, I got to use a wash tub and washboard and do Pica’s laundry too. The scent of the detergent Sookie used still lingers on Pica, along with the strange sweet scent of the plastic she’s made of. Holding Pica and taking a deep breath, I can almost close my eyes and be back in the laundry room at my grandparents’ house.


Even though it’s just a doll, Picalina is still my strongest connection to my grandmother, and I think that’s the way Sookie would have wanted it. The last thing my grandmother sewed was a black dress for Picalina, the week the sent her home from the hospital, when there was nothing else they could do. I held Picalina all through the funeral, her in the black dress Sookie had made. I think it actually helped me to understand what was happening. Before I can remember, Sookie embroidered my full name, Megan Mary Kathleen Golden Bohlke, on the cloth of Picalina’s back. I used to run my fingers over the embroidery, feeling the texture of the raised stitches. The thread isn’t really pink anymore, and the “B” is unraveling, but it’s still there, and it feels the same.

hoooomework

i'm doing homework (no i'm not, i'm blogging.) and it sucks. well, not really... i'm trying to write this essay about gays in the military, and it's supposed to present both sides of the argument, the absolute "no gays in the military at all" and "gays should be able to be in the military and do whatever the hell they want." and, i am having difficulties. but, i did write an entire essay for my non fiction class! yaaay! and both josiah and suman liked it. and, AND josiah thought it was funny (well, the parts that are supposed to be funny). oh shoot, that reminds me, josiah gave me a cd that he's been working on ever since i met him, and it's done! and now i need to listen to it. (speaking of josiah, i really wanna hear "tiny flying player pianos" ... the best song ever.) but, i'm doing homework! and... watching a movie. dammit all. i knew this would happen.


ok, i'm gonna go and type the paper that's written, then i'll return to the stupid difficult one. but, guys, i'm online so im me and distract me if you want.

hehehe. this guy on hot or not knows how to treat a lady, and wants you to treat him the same. teehee.


it's 1:30 and i'm in my pajamas. haaaha. but, i really need to change and go to the java house for some mad studying. stupid freaking elements of writing with your stupid freaking million two page things i have to do. blaaaaah. stupid two page writing assignments that are always like 1.9 pages long, and then i have to blabber about stuff just to get it long enough.


AND i have to write my stupid still life essay (ok, that's not stupid, i'm actually really excited about it, but i still don't wanna do it because all i've been doing is writing for like... ever.) ALRIGHT.... i've been blogging (though, not that much) and talking to people on aim (people from hot or not... ooooh. ok. person from hot or not. leave me alone, i bet you don't have any friends either. you slut.) anyway, i have to go get dressed and do my homework. i hope my car doesn't run out of gas. wish me luck! and pull over and help me if you see me stranded downtown!

donnie darko

dude. i'm trying to do my homework while watching donnie darko. and i keep getting all scared. i love this movie, but it's so scary! that's really all i wanted to blog about, everytime that rabbit mask thing shows up i get so freaked out. *shudder*