I'm not an addict, baby, that's a lie

The highlight of the night with Nathan:
Get this. So Meg's kind of silly, Nathan and her are having a lovely discussion about all sorts of things in her car in a park and it begins to get dark. I want to drive home but my blood sugar is low so I suck on a juice and wait for it to get up. So Nate and I are involved in conversation, when all of the sudden there are these bright lines shining into my parked car and I'm like "hmmm." And then this cop walks up and asks me to get out of the car. (Just like in COPS man, it was crazy!) So I do and he's like, "What did you put into your purse when I pulled up?" and I was like "My blood tester." and I pull it out and he goes "What's in it?" and I say, "A blood tester. I'm diabetic" and he shines his little (but really bright light) in my purse, when all of the sudden the beam falls on this piece of plastic and he says, "What's that?" and I was like "it's the piece of plastic that the straws are in when they're attached to to juice boxes." And he says, " oh." And he shines the light around in the car and asks Nate about the windshield de-icer and asks for my liscence, and I give it to him, and he's like, "Is there anything illegal in your purse?" and I was like "no." But even if there HAD been, why would I have TOLD him? All in all it was a pretty weird occurance.
Well, that's all for now. Bises.
-Meg

Welcome Newcomer

Hello to Nathan, who has joined our little band of Meandering readers. Welcome him! Go on, don't be shy, say hello
Nathan is a soon-to-be super fan of Rufus Wainwright. That reminds me, Jeff, get me the White Stripes! Nathan and I went thift shopping today and I got a black lace shirt and a blue cord jacket, so I'm happy. Tomorrow, Project Jimmy ensues! Huzzah. Well, I'm very sleepy so I'm going to go bother Jeffrey and get to sleep.
Farewell, all!
-Meghan :)

ATTENTION!

There will be a gathering at my house next Saturday, sometime at night (I haven't decided yet) for the famed High-Fidelity fest. (yes, it IS finally happening!) Fun will be had by all. Invites are coming, bring your LPs and Top Five Lists.
-Meg

Why, when senior year ends, I am moving out

My dad TOOK my CDs.
Now, any one of you who are romotely acquainted with me know that I love my music more than life itself. In fact, if we talk on te phone often, I am likely to have mentioned to you how I haven't seen my CD collection in two weeks. This was a very distressing fact to me, as I have just topped the 100 mark. 100 multiplied by 18 (except for the scant few I got for less, or for free)gives you a rough estimate of the investment I have in these. I don't know what that is, but it sure SEEMS like a lot. I was about THIS close to telling Jeff to start burning all the ones we had in common (which is most) because I was sure it was lost and gone forever. So, very casually, I mention it at dinner, and my father, AND my mother (who is an accomplice) LIE TO MY FACE about whether or not they have seen it. Dad had stole it to "teach me a lesson" about cleaning my room and had HIDDEN it under his bed. AND THEN LIED ABOUT IT?! What VALUES am I being taught here?! Also, he knows PERFECTLY well that I had huge projects due last week and I've been working intensely on those and haven't had TIME to clean. But in spite of not having TIME, I STILL managed to clean.
My father, for all his jokes and charm, is a JERK.
Honestly, who DOES this?!
IT IS MY PERSONAL INVESTMENT! YOU DON'T SEE ME STEALING HIS STUPID SHERYL CROW COLLECTION, DOES HE?! JUST BECAUSE HE'S JEALOUS OF MY FINE MUSIC TASTES DOESN'T MEAN HE HAS TO MAKE UP SOME LAME EXCUSE FOR STEALING AND HIDING THEM!!!

Ok, well, that's my rant for today. Like I'm telling everyone, "I have 6 tests this week" so I'd better start studying.
Love,
Meg