If I Ever Broke Into A House...

Mood: Bored...yet again
iTunes: Land Locked Blues - Bright Eyes

My aunt's house got broken into yesterday. The criminals apparently were super
dumb, because this is what they took:

• A toothbrush

Used. A Sonicare, but used. And they left the charger.

• A paintball gun

Minus the hopper, helmet, and other things that would make it work.

• A pistol

This is legitimate. Although they left the serial number, which means that if it's used or sold, they will be discovered.

• The car

Only it's a stick, so they ditched a couple blocks away. And they left her wallet in it. Who knows why.

• A digital camera

This is also legitimate.

• A laptop

So's this.

And the things they left...

• A $10,000 diamond ring
• A different digital camera
• A selection of iPods
• 3 other paintball guns
• Magazines for aforementioned pistol

And this is why if you live in Stratton Hill in E-Town, feel free to leave jewels and other totally expensive things on the counter. They will go for stupid things, generally speaking.

I think that this is the most poorly written entry ever. I'm not proud of it. I'm going to bed, and POSTING IT ANYWAY.

-megan.

Things I Should Not Do At Work

Mood: Still bored
iTunes: At Least I'm Known For Something - Newfound Glory

• Make "paper clip animals"
• Dance
• Write messages in used staples
• Bother other people working
• Talk to myself out loud
• Injure myself stapling things
• Rip holes in my thumb
• This

-megan.

I Have Learned Something About Me

Mood: Bored
iTunes: Addicts of Communication - Randy

Today, I was in Chemistry and I learned something about me. Whenever I have a ponytail, and I get nervous (which is a LOT of the time) I have this weird habit of flipping my ponytail on top of my head and like leaving it there. I have never realy been entirely conscious of this before, but I know that I've done it.

Anyway. Today is Halloween. Happy Halloween. Um. I am totally unexcited by this holiday, in case you couldn't tell. Mostly because I'm too old too dress up, I never liked dressing up anyway, and we get an average of .5 trick-or-treaters per year. Therefore we eat all the candy we stupidly bought, thinking this will be the year when the entire population of children in E-Town will come to our house at the end of our dark and scary dead end (Yeah. Our dead end.). Of course, it never works that way. I end up cavorting about the house trying to find a clean and empty bathroom floor to sleep on in case I puke all over again.

Do you understand why being 17 doesn't excite me either? NOTHING EVER CHANGES.

But I'll let you know if anything exciting happens tonight.

-megan.

"What Is That?

Mood: Tired
iTunes: Vestido Azul - La Oreja De van Gogh

(Two older men, in suits, are in a sitting room of some sort. There is a strange dog-like creature asleep on the chaise lounge.)

Man 1: Que es esto? (What is that?)
Man 2: Eso? Eso es un Capybara! (This? This is a capybara!)
Capybara: (Jumps up and licks Man 1)

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Today, I did not shower until after I had run all my errands. And I still haven't brushed my hair. And I am fine with this! Hurray!

Last night, for the first time since the 1970s or something, my high school footbal team won and is going to the state playoffs. Or something.

And I bought The Sims 2 for Gameboy Advance, so that I can be a nerd everywhere, rather than just at home.

Anyway, goodnight.

I Would Laugh If You Talked Back

Mood: I want to go home...
iTunes: Nothing

We left a message for him today written in pennies and bottle caps. I'm just waiting for him to get so irritated he starts leaving angry messages written in rocks on my trunk or something, because then I could accuse him of having conversations with pine needles and bottle caps.

Today after work I have to go help Zanna move into her new room. It should be a good time, except that the landlords SUCK and decided not to replace the disease-ridden carpet and paint the baby-food stained walls or replace the melted tile. I was over there last Wednesday, and the place was DISGUSTING. I know the landlords pretty well too, and I can say that I'm not surprised they're not doing anything like making it presentable. They're a little bit unsavory and actualyl just plain weird. They cut their daughter's hair with a Flobee.

Or however you spell it. Either way.

-megan.

Lifesucker

Mood: Tired
iTunes: All Cried Out - Vendetta Red

Today during lunch, Zanna and I left a little message written in pine needles on this kid's trunk. He confronted me about it after school.

"I remembered that your car was covered in pine needles this morning, and now it isn't! And besides, who else has the kind of time to write messages in pine needles?"

Today was an okay day, though. Except for the part where I was in CE. Because I realized that it really does suck my soul out and make me an unfeeling zombie. The song "Dakota" by the Stereophonics ALWAYS makes me cry, no matter what. But when I listened to it in CE, it evoked no emotion whatsoever.

I had to listen to it again later, just to be sure it was CE and I wasn't becoming a soulless robot in general.

Work was okay today. My internet isn't working for some reason, which makes it a little more boring. Not that I have a whole lot of time for the internet, but you know. It would be nice.

-megan.

The Last Thing I Wanna Do Right Now Is Read Your Stupid Poetry

Mood: Tired.
iTunes: Silhouette Serenade - Vendetta Red

I started at my new job yesterday, and it was cool. Basically, I am the scanner's babysitter. Only I get paid more than $3.50 an hour. It's nice that I'm in the office mostly alone, and I get paid to feed things into the scanner and listen to my iPod.

We all know that an awesome job = getting paid to listen to music.

Not much else is going on. And I have nothing particularily witty or interesting to say.

-megan.

Happy Birthday to Me

Mood: I'm feeling AWESOME today.
iTunes: Helicopter - Bloc Party

Today is my birthday. I'm 17 now. Um, whee? What does being 17 get you? I don't watch rated R movies. And I don't get any new driver's license privileges.

Speaking of driving. I got in an accident on Friday. This kid was park in an un-spot (A spot that is only a spot because he's parked there every day. If I kill a bunch of people, does that make it right? NO.) and I backed into him. Because I was driving the van. This would never have happened if I'd been in my Acura. Because I would have sat for an hour and waited until he came and moved his car because that is how much I like my car. But anyway.

It happened, and it sucks.

But it's my birthday now, and I got my iTrip. And some awesome clothes.

And I am so happy. Except that my friend got in a car accident this morning, and her car is totaled. But she's ok, and her mom is ok, and so I'm relieved.

Even if her and her boyfriend did make out in my backseat all the way through Shoreline. SICK.

-megan.

RAR.

Mood: Getting mad...
iTunes: Nothing.

OH MY GOODNESS. Mr Peacocke just called me up to discuss my letter, which I finally turned in. Apparently my description of almost dropping out of high school wasn't clear enough as changing my life.

I have fixed it. But I'm still angry.

-megan.

What Am I Supposed to SAY?!

Mood: I am GOOD.
iTunes: On The Roof Again - Eve 6

I really shouldn't be in a good mood. But I am. Partly because I called Mr. Acura-Thief and he promised me my car would be done today. And also I get out of school an hour early to go pick up said Acura and also to help at the middle school carnival. Which isn't till later, but you know.

But as of two mintues ago, I sat down to write my reflective letter again.

And sconsquently, all of the joy was sucked out of my life. This is because my letter is too short. And I know exactly which section needs more and I can't DO IT. It's the part about my talents. Yeah, I'm whining about it again. Because we're supposed to come up with these talents that we have that pertain to our future education and career goals. And my skills are things like, you know, sewing, breathing, driving, and sitting.

None of which have anything really to do with microbiology, which is what I want to go into.

I mean, besides, you know, breathing is a good talent to have so that I don't die four mintues into college. But you can't say that in a letter such as this.

GAH. Senior year will be the death of me.

-megan.

I Have No Titles.

Mood: ...Rather blank.
iTunes: Land Locked Blues - Bright Eyes

The car won't be done until tomorrow after school. Lame.

So, my reflective letter is slowly coming together. (The RL is supposed to be a reflection of yourself as a learner, you know, pivotal learning experiences, futures goals for education and career...it's a semi-major part of the CE.) I keep thinking of things, outside of CE, and then forgetting to put them in once I'm in class. But of course, as soon as I walk through the door of the classroom, any creativity/writing ability/good ideas go flying out of my head.

Maybe if I email myself I will remember them.

In other news, my mom found me a job at her office. After school, filling in for the girl that does most of the scanning of documents (It's a law office.) and that sort of thing. 7.50 an hour, which isn't great, but it will for sure pay for dates and things.

Because, you know, I totally have 987 dates a day, during the week. The weekend is a whole different story.

Maybe I should get an actual date and stop whining to my mom about never having any.

Sounds like a plan.

-megan.

I Am Getting Tired.

Mood: I'm feeling very tired of everything today.
iTunes: Nothing...I forgot my headphones on my table. At home. In my room.

I am not in a super good mood today. And, actually, that's not a bad thing. For some reason, I have noticed, whenever I have a really bad day at school, I have an awesome time when I get home. Something will happen that willl excite me to no end, and it makes up for the general crappiness of the whole day.

I'm sure that's not what's happening, you know, some kind of creepy stalker making good things happen at home. But you know. I've come to rely on it when I have awful days.

Anyway. Today is sucking, and I am totally hoping that means that when I get home the Acura place will have my car ready and nice and fixed and beautiful. Oh, and also, that I will think of roughly 600 songs I need to download immediatly and put on my iPod.

Have I mentioned I am 100% tired of all 920 songs I have on there at the moment? I'm opent o suggestions.

I like emo, hip hop/rap, and techno. Bright Eyes is my favorite, and I thoroughly enjoy Kanye West and Snow Patrol.

-megan.

Today I Feel Like Dancing

Mood: I am in a very very strange mood.
iTunes: Soul Meets Body - Death Cab for Cutie


And because of this, I think that I will go home and take a three hour nap, to make myself feel better about the $1500 we're about to spend on my lovely little defective Acura.

-megan.

My Life Is Empty And Dream-Less

For my CE (Culminating exhibition-->huge senior project) I have to write a business letter type thing to the panelists who will be (eventually) judging my project and the presentation thereof. It's supposed to be reflective of experiences in our lives that have led to us making some sort of decision or realization or something. Or at least that's my understanding of it. Anyway. I sat down to write it today, now that I have a sample of a block form letter, and this is what I have come up with the the past 20 minutes:

Dear Panelists:


Sincerely,
Megan

And this is all I think it is ever going to say. I have very little ambition and I'm not all that driven. I'm getting my associate's at EvCC before I even think about a four year university, so pretty much anything I do here at EHS means absolutely nothing in the long run. Theer are a few things I really want to do with my life, such as getting my degree in microbiology and having a career in that field and other random goals like that.

But really, does high school make any difference at all, other than a holding pattern until I get into lovely lovely community college?

No.

Gol, I'm bitter today.

-megan.

Apparently Evility is Looked down Upon at EHS.

So, I am in the library during lunch once again. I am sitting here, reading some blog, and I see a link to some page that says Gargamel. So I click it. And it is BLOCKED by the dweeby school filter thingy. So I go to Google, because at this point I am very interested in seeing a picture of Gargamel (I know who he is, but I don't know what he looks like). And I Googled him.

And every. Freaking. Gargamel. Webpage. Is. BLOCKED.

Well, I didn't try all 516,000 matches for "Gargamel," actually, there just isn't time. But still. The 6 I did try were all blocked, and I am extremely disappointed.

In other news, I'm pretty sure I'm a huge creep.

-megan.

EDIT: I'm pretty sure I am one of the 6 people in the worl who have ever googled "spawn of gargamel."

I need a life, again.

Oh my goodness

He cannot even spell my name right even though it is at the bottom of every email I have ever sent him and I have known him for almost 5 years.

 

I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever understand him, and I will probably always think of him as some kind of runty bald yeti.

 

-megan.

I am NOT happy. And I'm hungry...

iTunes: Nothing...I'm in the library. During lunch.
Mood: I'm sort of hungry and irritated.

So, today is an awful, awful day. Last night my mom was being dumb, and I talked back, and she took away my keys. At first, I was like, hmm, okay, whatever, because that makes MORE WORK for you. Not really the other way around. But now I'm kinda pissed about it. I have to wait around for her after school, and then I have to convince her to either:

a) Drive me to my asset test at 4:30, and then pick me up at 6, or
b) GIVE ME BACK MY KEYS.

Neither of which seem likely. And I really need to take this test.

Althought, things are looking good on the Spokane-Moving-Getting Out Of E-Town front...

Also, I was the only one in my entire family at my house.

-megan.

Expect more musings like this one...

Mood: I am in a VERY good mood.
iTunes: The Ex - Billy Talent

Mr. Peacocke has this awful assigment where we list our strengths and weakness and whatnot, and I hate things like this. I think that they are stupid. Mostly because I have no real strengths. I have skills. Not strengths. What is the difference?

Stengths are things like being responsible, and playing nice, and sharing.

Skills are things like snowboarding, and sewing, and "knowing things." (Yeah, I put "knowing things.")

Here is how I hope to answer such a question in a future job interview. Only, you know, a little more eloquently:

"So, what are some of your skills?"
"Hmm. Well, I'm good at sewing, and I taught snowboarding for a couple years, so I'm pretty good at that. Oh, and I'm AWESOME at knowing things. Oh man. No one knows things like I do."

Yeah. I'm so failing in life.

-megan.

Perhaps This Will Be Fun.

I am so so hoping that this works on the school computers, because nothing else does.

If it does, that means that all kinds of fun will be had during CE and other such classes which require nothing but sitting. And breathing. They feel nice and successful if you don't keel over and die in the classrooms. Also it helps keep morale up. But obviously, they're not too terribly concerned about that, or they would trust us a little more than 4-year-olds.

Although, a lot of us shouldn't have that much trust...

-megan.