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| Tuesday, December 12th, 2006 | | 11:01 pm |
| | Tuesday, November 21st, 2006 | | 7:36 am |
Hilights of my day:
1. Spending literally about ten minutes watching a hawk chase a squirrel in a tree on Van Meter highway with a large group of people, some of us whom ended up being late to class because of all the action. 2. Spontaneously errupting "A Whole New World" with half the line of people waiting for Stimson Thanksgiving dinner (And accidentally sitting on Sierra's lap when returning to "my place" in line) 3. Being hit on by a robot. 4. Talking at length about my fear of dead animals and then magically coming across a dead fox a few minutes later. As often as I want to stab something for one reason or another, my life rocks, and I know that. In all honesty, I am so thankful for the randomness that occurs every day that makes life worth living, and for the people I am fortunate enough to share it with. | | Thursday, November 2nd, 2006 | | 4:40 pm |
Carietta
So, the other day I watched the movie Carrie. And I really enjoyed it. Normally I have issues with horror movies because I feel sorry for everyone who dies - I know I'm not supposed to, but I do, even if they're like stock characters. Plus I get really upset about the issues the villains have - they always have issues, none of them are ever just evil. Well, mostly. But Carrie was cool since everyone who died pretty much had it coming. So I liked it. Anyway, that's not the point. Although I missed the beginning, it's my understanding that Carrie gets her first period in the opening scene. Later on, she goes to the prom. Unless she's a freshman in high school who gets invited by an upperclassman, this makes no sense. This now bothers me to no end. Also, why is her name Carietta if her mother is so religious? Wouldn't it be... Mary or something? Things to ponder... | | Wednesday, October 25th, 2006 | | 2:06 am |
Should Totally Be in Bed Right Now...
But, hey hey, I'm not. I was recently pondering: why is honey often packaged in plastic bears? obviously, because bears love honey. (Sadly, I only put that together the other day, after looking at my roomate's honey package that has a bear holding a pot on his head a la Winnie The Pooh, and thought, "Gee, he loves honey - like Winnie the Pooh - a BEAR - oh, I get it now!) It's been rather a slow week for me. Anyway, yes, bears love honey. But why do they exclusively become containers of the things they love? You don't see, for instance, plastic elephants that contain peanuts. Or plastic giraffes that contain... giraffe food. While on this food tangent, I wanted a brownie sundae from the gopher hole (i need to get me a brownie sundae now before the hole closes at one, I told someone I was talking to online, which sounded so dirty), but alas, I got there too late. I decided that something from the magical suction-powered ice cream vending machine would have to suffice, and I chose a chipwich. Sort of similar to a brownie sundae in the sense that it is a mixture of a staple of every bakesale and creamed ice. Anyway, the good old American stand-by, the chipwich. A simple frozen treat. I assumed it wouldn't be terribly costly (for something in the chronically overpriced college vending machines, anyway). I was, however, sorely mistaken. THE CHIPWICH WAS THE MOST EXPENSIVE THING IN THE WHOLE DAMNED MACHINE. That's right, folks, the machine expected me to pay TWO DOLLARS for a consumable I could make myself out of two cookies, ice cream, and fortitude. But I am someone who will stop at nothing to get what she wants (especially when it contains chocolate), so I paid the two damned dollars. Then I contributed to the Keeping Meg Warm in Winter fund by scarfing down the whole thing as I walked back to my dorm in the frigid air (frigidaire... woah... another realization!). Which I could do, because I'm a whole lotta woman. (And by that I mean that yes, I am tough, but mostly that I have a whole lotta blubbuh to keep me warm). And it was totally, totally worth it. Current Mood:  goofyCurrent Music: Type O Negative - Christian Woman, Vampire the Masquerade | | Thursday, October 5th, 2006 | | 12:38 am |
Wanted:
If anyone has any of the following songs and can send them to me (via AIM or otherwise), please let me know! 1. The original Monster Mash (I thought I had it and I don't). 2. Brown Girl in the Ring - Raffi (yes, I know I'm a dork.) 3. Le Zombie e Le Loup Gerout - also Raffi (Again, shut up. I also probably butchered that spelling.) 4. Pyrates Royale - Bell-Bottomed Trousers (Anyone? Anyone?) 5X. Santana and Michelle Branco – The Game of Love 6. Hit the Road, Jack 7. The Streets - When You Wasn’t Famous (Laura Vidler, I'm lookin' at you) 8. Sister Sufferagettes (from Mary Poppins 9. The dad's song from Mary Poppins 10X. Unwritten – Natasha Beddingfield (for the love of God, I've made it clear that I'm a dork!) 11X. U2 – stuck in a moment 12. The Life with Loopy theme (anyone remember that? From Kablam!?) 13. The Original Time After Time (Cyndi Lauper and some dude) 14. Yakkity Yak - the real version, I have a sort of slowed down version 15X. Abraham Martin and John 16. Fat bottom Girls (I can't believe I don't have this one) 17. It's a Woman's World from the Full Monty broadway musical - sincerely doubt anyone other than my sister would have that. Thanks all! Current Mood: musicalCurrent Music: Raffi - Kumbaya | | Tuesday, August 29th, 2006 | | 4:10 pm |
Warning by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandles, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. This poem is what the Red Hat Society was based on. Maybe Kris is right - maybe I will end up joining that. Fun + old + crazy hats = me. I just don't like the sorority aspect of it (if you're under 50, you have to wear a pink hat and lavender outfit). Even so, this poem pretty much sums up my philosophy on life. | | Saturday, July 22nd, 2006 | | 11:34 pm |
sooo....
I just had on Sports Center (don't ask... there are like no channels in the basement, but for some reason I felt the need to have the idiot box on.) Anyway, an announcer goes, "El Nino... which is Spanish for 'the nino'...." I have officially lost all faith in humankind. | | Thursday, May 25th, 2006 | | 12:22 am |
HAPPY 16th, LAURA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | | Wednesday, May 24th, 2006 | | 11:42 pm |
| | Sunday, May 21st, 2006 | | 11:28 pm |
Summerrrrr
I am now the proud owner of a sadistic Santa ornament. I found it while we were cleaning out my grandma's house (most of the time I ended up having the job of entertaining the children... I feel more and more like Dave Coulier's character on Full House every day, which is making me a bit depressed.) Anyway, the one point I was actually doing some hardcore cleaning-ness (my grandma's moving in a few weeks... and she's not gonna go without a fight, damnit, apparently), we were going through a box of old Christmas ornaments to give to salvation army or something, and one was one of those flat ones of a Santa Claus stuffing a screaming, flailing boy into a big sack. Needless to say, I took it almost impulsively. But not before we all examined it to make sure that he was, indeed, stuffing the boy into the sack. And he is. He's not the Krampus, either, but normal, American-ized, red-robed, white-bearded Santa. Go figure. Damnit, I was gonna make this post all cryptic and interseting by just having the first line, and only that, or maybe follow it up with some lame things, but God only knows, I love telling lame-ass stories so much that I can't be cryptic. I tried caviar for the first time last night... pretty good, although I did enjoy it significantly less when Lilly, who was sitting next to me (we were at the club her parents belong to) gave me this sad face and informed me that I was eating baby fish. Thanks a lot, hon. I still ate all of it, though. Today in church the priest whipped out a guitar and sang for the first like 5 minutes of his sermon. He wasn't bad, either, but my sister and I were really caught off guard. As were most of the kids in the congregation, who stared questioningly at each other and tried not to laugh for the first minute. Some adults did the same. Still not entirely sure I didn't just imagine the whole thing, due to the dimensia that can be brought on from church on occasion. I think I sprained my ankle, too. It hurts, but it's really just an inconvinience, nothing serious. I just have to mention it because I'm very proud of the fact that, not even a week into my summer vacation (although it doesn't feel like it yet... at all), I've done something close to injuring myself as a result of my being active. First time that has ever happened to me. And it's not anything remotely serious, and I got it playing baseball with my seven-year-old cousin, tripping on a hole in my grandma's front yard and falling on my face while trying to beat her to first base. Oh well. Caught up with Alexis, too, which was great! The following exchange, which I find very humorous, took place: Laura: Meg, are you coming to my Sound (the A Capella group she's in) concert on Wednesday? Me: Yeah, sure, I guess. Laura: It's not gonna be that good. (brief pause) But we have spirit. Alexis and I stare blankly. Alexis: Wow... Me: Spirit? Laura: Woah, I just sounded so wise. Here, ask me anything, and I will give you the answer! Alexis (examining the basket o'eatables on top of our microwave, as she is wont to do, searching for carbs): Ask your mother, the next time she buys a stick of bread, not to by this whole-wheat healthy kind. Laura (laughing): You can ask me any question in the world, and you want my mom to buy different bread? Alexis: Yes. I saw this bread, and I thought it would be delicious. Then I looked at it, and there were seeds. And grains. And it made my soul die. | | Monday, May 15th, 2006 | | 2:48 pm |
*Ahem*
Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Billiam T. Barnabyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUU!!!!! Happy 21st to my favorite hobo! Go out and buy some wine - what goes better with hoboes than wine? And, although she doesn't read this, happy birthday to Monica as well! | | 1:16 am |
I feel that I should post something...
Oh, I guess I know what... today I was looking at the slide show on my computer (my screensaver) and thinking that I'm a very lucky person. I have so many people that I love in my life. And then I was thinking about how the pictures are pretty much my life in the past year, of my family, my friends from home, my friends from Goucher, and how good my life is. I mean, sure, there's stuff about it that I haven't been happy with, but when I'm down, I always sort of know that life is good, and things can work themselves out. Then I started thinking, what kind of life could be better than mine? You imagine another lifestyle, like, say, being really rich or really free or something, but then I was thinking that as much as you shape your life, your life shapes you. And everything I have now I probably wouldn't enjoy as much if I were someone else, or if I had a different lifestyle, it probably wouldn't suit who I have become. I don't really know how to word it, but it was basically: I'm never going to experience any other life (at least, not that I'll remember, if we're dealing with past lives here), so I have to enjoy the one I've got, and why shouldn't I? It's what I have; it's who I am, and it just... I don't know. Your life is you. I am one of these people who believes that everything happens for a reason, though. But I used to think I just thought that since it was comforting, or an easy way to take the blame off of yourself for anything that goes wrong in your life, something that I have trouble doing. But now I think it’s because I really cannot imagine my life if one thing were different. I guess I think that the kind of life you have is given to you because - somehow, it makes sense. You come out of your life as who you are - like a piece breaking off from a puzzle. I don't know, it makes sense to me. But I wouldn't have anything any other way. It's hard, because even if you know there's a light at the end of the tunnel, it can seem awfully dark in teh middle. For instance, right now I'm thinking, "oh, life is so great" but I'm suddenly sad as hell about leaving my friends at Goucher for three months, even though I'm really looking forward to seeing my family and my friends from home and just being in my hometown again (I am kinda sick of campus, I admit that). It's hard to always think everything is great, even if you know it, but that's okay. Just because one bulb goes out in a strand of Christmas tree lights doesn't mean that the tree won't still shine. Current Mood:  contemplativeCurrent Music: Family Guy - All Cartoons are Fucking Dicks (So fitting) | | Wednesday, April 19th, 2006 | | 12:10 pm |
| | Monday, April 3rd, 2006 | | 9:51 pm |
A general apology
I've been a really shitty friend lately, to everyone here and in other places, and I apologize. Just sort of not returning phone calls, being isolated, things of that sort. I tend to want to be by myself when I'm upset, and just not deal with people at all, rather than talking to them about stuff. Then if I talk about stuff too much I obsess and I KEEP talking about it and that's probably really annoying - I'd just assume not get people involved and try to feel better on my own. Sometimse that works, and sometimes it doesn't. It usually is all right for me, though. At any rate, I feel like I've let some people down, and I apologize. This isn't to say I've gotten my act back together; it may be a little while before I do. I don't even know what's bugging me anymore, but this time of year is always pretty rough for me. I think by May things should be better. So, I'm sorry, and thank you to all of you who have been here for me. I'd especially like to thank some people from home who I hadn't talked to recently but who still continue to talk to me - Kris and Alexis, thanks. And everyone here - I'm sorry for how weird I'm being, thanks. I'm sorry for being a little emo shit. Current Mood:  guiltyCurrent Music: Daft Punk - celebrate | | Sunday, April 2nd, 2006 | | 9:24 pm |
Let's do the time warp again!
I love Rocky Horror. Last night (or this morning) was my second time seeing it live, and I enjoyed it even more than I did the first time (Maybe because I sort of knew what I was going on and some of the things I yelled out made people laugh). The only thing that bugs me about it is that I want to hear EVERY SINGLE callback ANYONE says, and then like remember all of them so I can say them. I bet there's a master website out there with lots of callbacks, but it'd be really hard for any one to have the complete list, since they vary so much. Anyway, I always want to try and remember all of them and it bugs me that I can't, but that's just me being anal. I want to watch that movie by myself now and try and come up with some new ones. I might be good at that. Last night (or this morning) was an wwesome time, though. I also watched the sunrise and then a truck came by and threw something out the window, into someone's yard. The other two people I was with and I jumped and turned and I was like, "oh my God!" since it startled me and was such blatantly rude littering, then the person threw something into the NEXT yard, too! That's when we realized it was the paper-delivery guy. We waved at him, and he waved back, and it looked like Bill Cosby, but I doubt he'd make the dive from jello pudding cube spokesman to paperboy in an obscure Pennsylvanian suburb. Current Mood:  tired | | Sunday, March 12th, 2006 | | 3:39 pm |
What is this lunacy??
For the past two nights, my dreams have had Draco Malfoy in them. And I think in both of them, I hurt him somehow, then he ends up liking me. WTF???? Current Mood:  stressedCurrent Music: California Dreaming 2005 Remix - I stole it from ourtunes | | 3:15 am |
Woo...
Nothing like a long-lost, beautifully animated kid movie with a happy environmental message and a good friend to clean up my entirely too cluttered mind. I feel happy and clear now, even though I still feel like the wisp-like, shadowy monsters of worry will come back at any moment and I'll have to fight the rest of the battle I never finished when I began writing everything down, but lost interest and figured it'd be better for me not to dwell on them. Sometimes that is better, for me. Sometimes it isn't. But that just made me feel like a kid again, and at one point a Raffi song played, and as soon as I heard his voice, I went back. Like, people always say, "oh, that takes me back" but I really went back. It was almost magical, in a sense. I instantly just felt happy and nostalgic and comforted. I think it's because, although I do have about 5 Raffi songs currently on my itunes/ipod, A. most of them have kids singing back-up in them, kids who are often off beat or off tune, which somewhat spoils my Raffi-listening pleasure, if I may take a second to sound like a complete and utter bitch, and B. because I've listened to these ones so often since getting them a few years ago that I've become a little jaded to them. My favorite one of the ones I have, Robin in the Rain, is a mellow song for me now, one I associate with listening to when I want to feel mellow or happy, and a tad nostalgic. THat depresses me that they've worn off a bit. But I think I need to find more long-lost Raffi songs. But that was a really great moment. and it was "It's Raining Like Magic" (we watched Fern Gully, which was the best possible choice tonight, since it was a kid's movie, but one I hadn't seen since I actually WAS a kid, so it hasn't been spoiled by all the double-entendres and hidden racist or sexist or sexual messages that we always manage to find in movies for children, yet) and it was sparkly and pretty and the wombats and kangaroos and whatever the hell else was magestically in a rain forest came out and it was so pretty. I think this is why I love movies and books for kids, even now, at age 19. I read a lot of books for kids or young adults, and for awhile I thought it was because I was lazy, too lazy to read long books with smaller print and bigger words, or stupid and didn't understand it. But I realize that often, kids' books (and movies) have messages presented unabashedly, unpretentiously. Not all of this "here's what I think and I'm smart because I've written other stuff so bow down to me"-ness, or any of this philosophical crap that is good in moderation, but I frankly cannot handle all the time. Yet it isn't just presented as a bare skeleton of a lesson. Since it's for kids, they have pretty cushioning and colors and all of this stuff. It's sugar-coated, a little bit. But not terribly. Just enough to help the medicine go down, as Mary Poppins says. (That wasn't even intentional, as that's a kids' movie too). They present the lessons through example, rather than just saying it in a quote that you have to dissect and decipher and separate the words from their meaning, and then string the meaning of the words into actual meaning you can put into a life context. The learning through example or a story or parable or anecdote or whatever you want to call it always sticks with me, more so than just saying it. This is why I love stories like The Lorax and A Little Princess (which is sort of dripping with lesson, I admit, but I love the details and the character). Writing for kids is truly an art. And when you think about it, you're never more maleable than when you're a child. Stories we read now can help us to learn and grow, sure, but when you're a kid, they help to form who you are. That's what I want to do. I want to help form people. I want to help make the wonderful memories that I myself have of all the books I loved as a child. I wrote a story for a fairy-tale writing contest once and my uncle's wife's family absolutely loved the story (I forget how they came across it - I guess they showed it to them). One of her sisters, at a gathering we were all at, told me that her kids always draw pictures of the main character and that she was a "huge part of their lives." And that was one of the two moments in my life I had where I was like, "My God, I would love for the rest of my life to be full of things like this. This is something I would love to do with my life." The problem with writing for kids, though, is that, for me, anyway, I have a bit of a twisted sense of humor, and I always want to put some of that, or some "adult drama" (murder of a mistress or something, for instance) into my stories. Plus I don't have any good fantasy ideas, lately, like Fern Gully or Alice in Wonderland or the Wizard of Oz. I'm not meeting much success in my fiction writing area, now, at least personally. I'm just not impressed with what I'm producing. But maybe I need to go into creative-non-fiction, like David Sedaris-type stuff, sort of putting a bit of humorous hyperbole into everyday events, telling small stories like they're big ones, which is what I love to do in my everday life, in person, anyway. Or maybe I need to be focused on fantasy, specifically fantasy for children. I don't think fiction for adults is my area at all, at any rate. Not that I'm not enjoying or not learning from the class. I am learning a lot and enjoying it a lot. But one of the things I've learned is that fiction for adults is not something I can do as a career. And, at the moment, I'm okay with that. Night is my zen time, though. It's when I feel most relaxed. That's probably why I go to bed late - I never want to sleep and have that end and wake up and feel all panicky again. That was sort of emo, but you know. I'm just letting it all flow out at the moment, because it's night and I am kinda tired and in a zen mood. Woah. I had no intention of going into my life goals and what I want to do with my life and all that here. This was a complete accident, but a good accident. I had no idea all of this was going to come out here, and it did and I feel cleared out even more now, and confident to post this and have everyone read it, which makes me happy. I love things like this. This surprise entry thing hasn't happened for me in awhile. Anyway, even if I don't have a good idea now, it might just hit me. J.K. Rowling didn't get her idea for Harry Potter until mid-way through her life, unexpectedly on a train, when she didn't even have a pen with her to write it down. Who knows when this stuff will happen? It's sort of like what people say about true love: you can't go out and look for it, it'll just happen when you least expect it. That's the sort of overall idea I've adopted about life. Maybe it's because I'm lazy, heh heh. But it's also held pretty true for me thus far. ... Not to end this insightful, inspiring entry on a trivial note, but the sex next door is particularly vigorous tonight. There was spanking, but harder than usual, and I think some crying. God. I hope I wasn't aurally witnessing a heinous beating and sitting here giggling about it like a 12-year-old, as is my immature way. Or maybe it's just my inner child coming out to rein over me, even more so than she usually does. I sort of hope so; I need someone who's a little relaxed to be in charge of me. I need a child to take care of me - how ironic. Current Mood: calmCurrent Music: Robin in the Rain (in my head) and slapping next door | | 3:03 am |
PS -
Thanks to those of you who tried to help me put in a cut, but I seriously have no idea how the fuck to do that, even with instructions. I tried it a bunch of ways and none of them worked. Sorry, I'm incompetent. ;-p | | Saturday, March 11th, 2006 | | 6:21 pm |
So, today I was gonna do work...
Slept in til two. Hurrah, I'm a lazy ass. Still feel bad about that. Anyway, afterwards I fucked around for an hour or so (which was a lot of fun), singing, getting pretty, etc., with Sarah, then I decided to go to the library and get some real work done. They close at six on the weekends, which I did not know til today when I was the last one to leave and they turned all the lights off on me. Anyway, I was in there for maybe like 3ish, 2.5 hours. Did I get a lot of work done on my art history draft that's due Monday and we've had for awhile but I haven't started? Or any of the art history notes I'm behind on? Hahahahahaha no. Instead I did this: ( Read more... )I was gonna make a list of the more accessible/interesting words to post on livejournal for other people to check and do the same, a great procrastination tool. No wonder I'm a Billiam for so many people now. I am procrastination personified. And I have to be with me ALL THE TIME. Of course I never get anything done. I have problems. Seriously. Current Mood:  frustrated wtih myselfCurrent Music: Belleville Rendezvous | | Friday, March 10th, 2006 | | 2:44 am |
Good friends and music make everything better.
Hence, today was pretty good. Thanks to you who listened, or just sang with me. You know who you are ;-) I found this old entry I wrote on January 25th in my "word" journal. I found it amusing, so I'm going to post it here: Last night, as I drizzled honey on a banana for a midnight snack (I hate the texture of bananas and have to have something wet with them – plus, let’s face it, I’m a pig) I began musing. A clump of honey fell from the banana slice onto the plate and I thought, “That’s a bunch of honey. But who came up with that term? This is a rare occurance; honey seldom comes in bunches, and even now ,you can argue that it’s not a bunch, but a puddle or a glop. What a weird term.” Then I ate some honey and thought about how people call others ‘honey’ as a term of endearment. It’s supposed to be comparing someone with one of the best things there is, because it means you care about them. I thought, “is this really one of the best tastes in the world? I knew it was because it meant people were sweet. But then that got me thinking. Who decided that sweet is more favorable than salty? For the most part, I like salt much better. If it were up to me, people would be saying, “hey, pretzels” or “oh, you’re so salty.” From now on, I’m just gonna call people salt lick. It means I adore them beyond words. Current Mood: sleepyCurrent Music: Out Tonight from Rent is stuck in my head |
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