Monday, November 29, 2010

Christmas Carols



So today we had a reading day in English. As fun as reading sounds, I decided against this and figured that walking to my locker, having a bathroom pit stop and going to play bookworm (http://www.popcap.com/games/free/bookworm) would be my best options. So a friend of mine and I go down to the bathroom, and I walk in and see three middle school girls standing there. They were awkward and one girl stared at me, just sat there and stared and then smiled a braces filled smile. Then the three girls broke out in song, they were singing "The Twelve Days of Christmas" except they were mixing up all the numbers and objects. So there are three singing girls, and then one girl runs out of a stall and begins singing with them, and then another, and then another. And finally, there were like 15 singing middle school girls screwing up "The Twelve Days of Christmas". I stood there unsure of what to do. So I go on, and my friend was like "Uh, I think I'm going to go to my locker", so finally I walk back out, and another girl walks out, and my friend comes back in, and then the 15 singing girls all run out of the bathroom in a clump still singing. The three older, wiser remaining girls stood there unsure what to do. I couldn't even laugh. I was stunned.

Needless to say, that was a weird experience. I mean I understand that some people sing in the shower. I'm not one of those people, but I understand that other people do that. But singing in a public restroom in a large clump, and MESSING up the song. unacceptable little children.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

theres a morgue in my pool

My boyfriend blogs about spiders. He's blogged about shower spiders and desk spiders and foreign spiders and I figured what better way to show relationship type things like love and commitment, then to continue the blogging tradition of blogging about spiders.


Large spider #1.. and little spider remenants

Large Spider #2 and dirt..

Large spider #3

Large Spider #4.. on the stairs mmm

Bundles of spiders at the edge of the stairs


I just don't understand the spiders's logic. Maybe those are the clumsy spiders of the bunch. Who knows, maybe their like people. The moms say "Now don't you play by the edge of that, I don't want to have to come in and get you." and then the little baby spiders giggle and do it anyway. Except these dumb spiders actually fall in, and then the mommy spiders have to go in after them. Poor dumb spider clusters didn't know that the pool was really cold though, and so then I bet their little spider muscles all froze up, and then the Daddy spiders had to come in after the Mommy's and the babies except by this point it was too late and then they all drown and died and created a little spider morgue in my pool. Lucky for them, they got vacumned up and taken to spider heaven aka wherever the vacumn takes them. RIP little spiders, poor little dead guys.

Friday, November 12, 2010

FAVORITE QUOTES

Today in class, Mrs. Weekman made a funny : "whoever makes shoe boxes is making caskets for small animals".. Now this is morbid and gross and weird. But actually really true. What do you do if a small animal dies? Bury it in a shoebox. Unless of course it is a small amphibian and then you just flush it down the toilet or toss it out the window or something.

That is a dead guinea pig. Now, what do you do with a dead guinea pig? Put it in a....

What looks more like a coffin than a shoebox?! So put that little dead bugger in the shoebox & bury him. Say a little prayer, and then let the little guy go.

Thanks Mrs. Weekman for giving me morbid thoughts.

disaster date

If I were going to be on the show Disaster Date on MTV, I would have a lot of fun. First off, if someone were ever that rude to me in my life I would just be rude back. I think that they probably tell the person being pranked, that they are being pranked. So if that were the case, then I would simply prank back. If my date were rude to someone, I would be too. If my date made a ruckus, I would too. If my date and I were at lunch and they were being an awful date, I would drop my fork on the ground and when they went to pick it up, I would "accidentally" knock over my water cup so that it spilled on their head. I would stand up on the table and begin yodeling. We could have a food fight in a nice restaurant, or act uppity in a trashy restaurant. I would stick things to my teeth, and act like a wild women. Disaster Date.. you can't fool me.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Birthday Blunders

My life has been a big ball of birthday blunders. Actually holiday blunders in general, but mostly birthday.

1997 - 5 years old, Christmas Eve : My dad was laying on the ground in my room, I was sitting on his stomach, and I was very concerned. Now know this, as a 5 year old, I was a very inquisitive child, I wanted to know everything. So when I asked questions, I expected complete honesty. Now, parents know this - some questions are not meant to be answered honestly. So I looked at my father, and I asked him, "Dad, is Santa Claus real?" And he answered me... NO. My life was officially ruined at the tender age of FIVE. I mean come on, I was five years old, I had hopes and dreams that all revolved around the idea of Santa Claus. Really dad? I was the kid who wrote my christmas list in JUNE. My birthday is the LAST day of June, but Christmas was more important to me. I had to let Santa know that I was about to be another year older, but still just as good, and I wanted to get that new American Girl Doll for Christmas. I was a planner and I was extatic about Christmas, but lemme just tell you, Christmas is kind of a buzz kill when it comes and goes without any fun, no cookies eaten by Santa Claus, or carrots eaten by the reindeer, because THERE IS NO SANTA CLAUS.  WAY TO RUIN MY LIFE DAD [LOVE YOU :)]

2002 - 10 years old, Birthday : I was sick and tired of getting underwear and socks for my birthday. I mean socks are great right, but UNDERWEAR?! No ten year old wants to get underwear for their birthday, I mean a new bike, or a cool cd player, or something, but underwear?! Not okay. So I make ONE request, I mean I am about to age out of my single digit years, be a big two-digit girl ya know? I should get what I want right, I mean this is the biggest birthday of my young life, so all I ask is not to get underwear on my birthday. Simple request, any loving kind parent who cares about the well-being of their child would listen, and make sure to not get their child underwear for their birthday. Not my parents. It doesn't matter if my self-esteem and self-worth was shot at close range, or
 concept of unconditional love, crushed under a foot a million times bigger than a wolly mammoth, no big. I got underwear, and underwear, and more underwear, and even more underwear. I had so much underwear I could have gone 5 years without repeating a pair, because I had hundreds. I would get a purse as a presant, open it only to find it full of underwear. Jeans, no big deal, the pockets would have underwear stuffed in them. Everyone we knew gave me underwear for my birthday. I was crushed, I was upset and broken, and had no idea what to do with my life. Now, 8 years later, I see this as a joke, I understand how it was funny, but that will never take away from the torture I went through, the agony I suffered through, the year I got underwear for my birthday.

2009 - 16 years old, Birthday(s)- I was extatic. I was FINALLY sixteen years old, the day I had been waiting for anxiously since I was like 12. So during the summer we have kids that stay with us from Belarus, and I absolutely love them to death. BUT, on MY birthday, my sweet sixteen, there was the annual kids birthday party at the Angus Barn. This is great right, I mean technically I get to celebrate my birthday at the Angus Barn too, but my sweet sixteen is suddenly turned into 22 Belarussian childrens birthday too?! So I do my best to enjoy it, really I did. But it just wasn't happening for me. I couldn't go shopping like I do every birthday, I didn't have anything the way it always was because we were at Angus Barn for HOURS celebrating everyones birthday ignoring the fact that it was actually MY birthday. Yeah, I know this sounds selfish, I get it now since I'm so much older and wiser and everything.. But really, I do get that it seems selfish but it was my sweet sixteen for heavens sake. Since I was just so excited to be sixteen, I had invited over a bunch of the families to come and swim in the pool and celebrate with us weeks in advance. But, after this wearing day, of sitting and watching everyone else turn a year older and wiser and celebrate their birthdays, I honestly just wanted to be alone with my family and mourn the loss of what was supposed to be a wonderful day. But I didn't even get the pleasure of being depressed on my birthday, because we had 13 other people to entertain. I refused to swim with the other kids, I sat inside and pouted like a spoiled little birthday princess. The sad thing was, I really wasn't the spoiled little princess that day. My sixteenth birthday was so horrible, and I was so miserable that I did not even want to open my presents. I simply went to bed, deflated and depressed. Lucky for me, my family loves me and so we celebrated four days later, my "sweet sixteen". They decorated my room, got my favorite candy, had my boyfriend surprise me, the whole nine yards. Lucky for me, my horrible day was revisited and much better the second time.

2010 - 17 years old, Birthday: I have an issue with birthdays. By this point in time, I have competely given up on ever hoping for a normal wonderful birthday celebration. I have accepted that it is never going to happen, and no matter how detailed of a plan I make, something will always make sure that it does not happen. This year, I was in Belarus until June 15th, that left 15 days for my family to help me plan and perfect my birthday, right? Not so much. I had surgery the 23rd, and so we just put off the whole birthday discussion, I guess they had figured that if they didn't ask, and I didn't bring it up, we could pretty much put it off, because my birthday -which would happen exactly a week after my surgery- could easily come and go without any notice becasue I would be so highly drugged off of my pain medicine. Well lucky for them, I kind of did forget about it, I mean I had a lot on my mind, I was just gone in Belarus for two weeks, I had to catch up with friends, I had to do all the last minute crazy things I had to get done before my monster sling would restrict the rest of my summer, truly the last thing on my mind was my 17th birthday. So my surgery comes and goes, and finally I realize that my birthday was in the next few days. So I begin planning, I didn't know what I wanted, or really what I wanted to do (I was still having trouble thinking on my own), I knew what I wanted for dinner, I was informed that we would go see twilight, but other than that there was no plan. It's really hard to mess up, when there is no plan, but of course it still managed to happen. 1. I ordered my own cake, you know you're growing up when that happens. 2. We go to the movie, I took one of my best friends with me, but we had to bring her back home because her sister and I have the same birthday. 3. Everyone was too busy to come and see me. 4. My shoulder was killing me. and best of all, my FAVORITE birthday memory by far, 5. I got NO presents. Not only that, I got no cards, nothing. If there was ever a fail of a birthday, this one was definately it. May I just say, that even still today, November 11, 2010, ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FOUR DAYS LATER, I still have not gotten a card, not even from my family. YAYYYYYYY BIRTHDAYS.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Bestfriends Birthday :)

Today is my BESTFRIENDS birthday. She is 16 and I am going to write everything about her. I met my bestie Olivia at drivers ed at wakefield. She was a little youngin still, and I had just turned 16 which is funny because today, she is16. So anyway, I was switching schools, and she went where I was switching and so we became besties. Since then, we tell each other everything. She is my best friend in the whole wide world and she deserves the bet night ever because she is AMAZING. We are best friends who love love, and I don't know what I am supposed to do without her next year. She has the best impressions in the world, and we watch disney together, and football together, and she lives with me sometimes, and our moms talk on the phone and she is just so cool.


LIVS I LOVE YOU AND HAVE THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER K?

Monday, November 8, 2010

those in need

So, on Saturday night I get this text from a friend. She tells me that she just helped a person, because she gave a homeless man her Panera. So this has got me thinking, I wonder where the homeless get their cardboard and sharpies from. Now, you may be thinking that I am some horrible person for saying this, but you know that deep down you wonder this too. I admire homeless people, not all are homeless and so those I don't admire because that is stealing and lying, and quit frankly like a slap in the face to real homeless people. But, those who are homeless for real, I do admire; for instance they are patient, i mean they stand outside all day holding their little signs asking the same question over and over, they seem to function on a schedule, you know a 9-5 type deal (if you don't believe me, start watching, I'm right). But, again not the point. I do admire them a lot, but one of the main reasons that I admire homeless people so much is for their ability to find cardboard and sharpies, some are more able than others, I mean honestly, the signs that have every color of the rainbow, how cool is that. I am not in any way mocking homeless people, this is truly a thought that crosses my mind every time I see a homeless person, I wonder, where do they get their cardboard and sharpies?!


Aside: Andrew Hill is such a good person that he would always help homeless people, because that is what good people do. (This is your shout-out)

facebook in jail?

So I have a friend,we'll call her Bailey, but if you want the names JJ and Harvard could work too. Anyway, so this summer with Bailey and her sister and a guy friend of ours, we go to cookout and meet this guy. He was a little sketch, we'll call him Derrick. So Derrick proceeds to ask for all of our numbers, yeah even the guy friends. So Bailey gives him it, and starts getting random texts and calls to hang out with him. Now let me expain, from the start I have a really bad feeling about him, there was this smile, and these eyes, and they just made me shudder, but it's okay we can all just ignore the bad feelings, because bad feelings are never right. So she tries to set him up with our friend Charlotte, and they are supposed to all go to the pool together one day, but it never happens. So, school starts back up, and Derrick is long forgotten about. However, one day Bailey comes up to me FREAKING out, and telling me how she has been told by a nameless soul from school, that Derrick is in fact in jail for sexual assault of many many people, 14 year old girls, little boys and girls, creepy right? So anyway, after a while, we all forget about this sketchy little event, until Bailey gets a message from Derrick who is supposed to be in JAIL. How the heck does this happen?! So then she is convinced that he must be on the loose right, because he is 19, and in jail, for a crime, and he is ON FACEBOOK?!? So then, we have this other friend. Im running low on creative names, but anyway, AC tells us that in fact there is such thing as facebook in jail because Lil' Wayne had facebook in jail. Now, I'm not sure this is true, hopefully it is or we may need to be a little worried about things like criminals on the loose on facebook. So, there may be facebook in jail, I'm not really sure, personally we're thinking that AC may be wrong, but for the sake of Bailey, pleeeease let there be facebook in jail.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

SHOUT - OUT TO MY FOREIGN FRIENDS

The title of this is not meant to be offensive- this is simply referring to any one who has read this that doesn't live in the US. Thanks

You deserve special recognition. I'm not quite sure how you stumbled upon my blog exactly, as you can see I have like 231 views.. not so many right? But in those views, I somehow am representing the countries of the United States, the United Kingdom, Canada, Japan, and Latvia. Yeah, that's right Latvia. Personally, I think that's really cool. I mean this isn't even that great of writing, I just put what I'm thinking down (stream of consciousness type deal) But somehow, I now have more countries represented than my boyfriends blog, and since I think its really cool, this is my request for those of you in other countries. Have your friends look at my blog, maybe you think what I wrote is stupid, so you can make fun of it together, whatever you want to do with it. But I think it'd be really cool to have a ton of views from a ton of countries, so if you (my foreign friends) have other foreign friends (aka friends that are foreign from your country) tell them about my blog so that I can get tons of countries, k?


 

Hurricanes

Most people don't really like hurricanes. Im not really sure why. I mean, I think as long as no damage (at least nothing major) is done, then I don't know why people would not like hurricanes.

Reasons why I like hurricanes:
1. You get in pjs & hold candles and flashlights and watch the storm and its really fun
2. It rains and everything is windy
3. You can act like a child and hide in the bathtub and no one will judge you
4. After storms, you get to be neighborly and help clean up and you are a good Samaritan and even the old people are nice to you
5. The eye is quiet and peaceful and calm and amazing
6. After the wind knocks the trees over one way, the eye comes, and then the winds blow the other way so the trees stand back up again
7. Theres no electricity usually so you feel like your living in "Little House on the Prairie" except in a big house in the suburbs

Dear Weather,
I enjoy hurricanes, and if we could have a gentle one with lots of wind and rain and a HUGE eye, but that does minimal damage, I would really appreciate that.
Thanks,
Megan

Saturday, November 6, 2010

This morning (friday morning actually)

This morning, I woke up after 1 hour of sleep and got ready really fast and left late.. so I stop for breakfast, and come to school. However, my mass amount of tired-ness was prevailing me and so I ended up being confused and without patience. I had to study for my ap euro test, so I decided to leave my seat and go sit in the corner to study. Worst decision of my life. I sit down, only to find that the carpet where I was sitting consisted of two different height.s It was as if someone had cut out a huge rectangle of carpet and then glued it back down, but not completely because the corners were still flapping up. Not only was this an issue, but the side that I was sitting on had the carpet overlapped. Now I have an issues with this, maybe just because I am reeeeally tired and ADD and OCD but that little carpet needs to be fixed because it was the crisis of my morning and ruined my whole entire day.

Friday, November 5, 2010

popcorn.

So I'm a little bit upset, see it's 11:16 at night. I am hungry. I have a lot of homework. I have euro, and 4600 more words to write for my creative writing story. 400 words is not good progress. The probem here, is that at 11:16 at night, when I am hungry and have hours ahead of me, I need something good to eat. Which one would think is something simple to find. However, what I really want is some popcorn. And I had some, in a box, in the pantry, but when I went to find it, the box was there, the popcorn was not. Now I am really mad, because it isno 11:38, and I just did something else, and now I'm even more hungry and all I want is my popcorn back and I am angry with whoever ate it! That is all I have to say.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

so my mom said i could blog about how nasty dinner was... as long as i ate it.

I had the choice of eating stew or salmon and cous-cous for dinner. I picked stew. One might say bad choice; there was no good choice. Sorry mom.

My dinner was fun All I did was take pictures of how gross everything looked and then I stole my dads plate of dinner and ate that instead. I took too many pictures and it took me an hour to eat dinner:

Indian Stew

so appetizing..

again, just delicious looking right? ps. that green-ish looking stuff, not peppers, or chives, or whatever is put in chicken quesadillas-- thats LEAVES like full leaves of spinich. mmmmmmmm

Torie. She reeeally wanted to eat some dinner.

Phelps turning his nose away from the dinner


Option number two: salmon..

..with asparagus. gag me.

Rice with stew..

or cous-cous with salmon.. Option sounded worlds better

Stew.. just look at that juice, and chicken, and tomatoes, and chickpeas, and leaves.. yumm

Strawberries

Torie really wanted the asparagus

She wanted it REAL bad

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

cold weather.

I googled cold weather, because its starting to get cold outside finally and I am really excited. Cold weather is fun, because we get like 1/10000000000000000000000000000000 of an inch of snow and even less ice and school is canceled for like a week. It's super sweet. So I googled cold weather, because cold weather is fun except I got pictures that are kind of interesting and different, and I didn't know what to think about them, so I copied them so that everyone can see what cold weather images are.

Cold weather?

Kayaking..

I don't know what a jumper is. A snow suit maybe?

This is gross. It's a python eating a deer, but thats just nasty and I don't actually know what it has to do with cold weather. But it came up when I googled cold weather, so I'm using it cause its a little strange.
I don't particularly like cats, but this one is cute, probably cause its just in the computer and not near me.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

whales are sketch.

According to my creative writing teacher :

"What is more sketchy than whales? Whale are sketch

So I'm going to blog about whales. I thought that whales were pretty cool. Free Willy.. yeah thats the coolest thing in the entire world. I don't know what is sketch about whales. They're killers and huge and black and white and pretty looking and I would like to pet a whale. Yeah, that's weird I know.


There are lots of different kinds of whales:
Whales can be beached. Then people save them. That would be a really cool job, not even joking.

Whales have easy parts to remember:

Whales are cute. I don't know how they could be sketch, sorry Mrs. Weekman
SMILING WHALE WITH BABY! :)

Monday, November 1, 2010

ATTENTION FACEBOOK USERS:

Don't do this if you are on facebook. It's really annoying and it is my pet peeve.


DON'T PUT STUPID CAPTIONS THAT ARE OBVIOUS ON PICTURES

Example: 

My jeep with mud on it. 




Okay, this is obviously your jeep with mud on it. (PS. this is a random picture I found on google after searching mud on jeep -- don't get offended) But when people do this on facebook that is so annoying. Like anyone can look at a picture and know what it is without you saying what it is. I can tell that the picture is a jeep with mud on it without someone telling me that there is a jeep with mud on it. That really bothers me -- there is no point to waste your time to put a stupid obvious caption on a picture. A picture of the beach does NOT need a caption that says beach, thank you for your concern but I think we ALL know that it is a beach.

So facebook users, please refrain from demeaning captions that portray your stalking friends as idiots; we are able to figure out what pictures are without your help. Thank you.