A return to normalcy. (Well, relatively speaking, that is)

Well guys, figured out some spacing issues on the blog today. Other then that it was rather boring....
HA! A boring day? For Meg. Not bloody likely! Today was absolutely satisfying for several reasons, which I will now list in a list-like fashion. Oh wait, my blood sugar's low. ::proceeds to test her blood:: Hmm....well, maybe not. I must not have a very good sense of my levels tonite. Well, moving right along. Right, why my day was good. Well, here's the definitive list:

The Why Meg's Life Should Be On Television(not the band) Official List

1.I got a new English assignment-- which means, of course, that I'll be forced to write! Fiction! Due in three weeks! Of course, there's "parameters." I have to write either a Poe-style gothic short story or a Bradbury-style science fiction short story. Naturally I'm going for the Bradbury since my prose in no way mirrors the master of horror. This assignment makes me darn happy.

2.I got my first conduct detention--and man are they a riot! I was asked to sit at a desk and WRITE for an entire hour. Although I realize this may be esquisite torture for some (I'll name no names.) for me it was absolutely pleasant. For those not "in the know," A conduct consists of a packet of questions depending on the infraction that the infractor must answer neatly with no grammatical or spelling errors. Naturally, I took this as a personal challenge and went about answering the entire packet using phrases like "naturally rebelious adolescents" and "the finite and fallen human race" in a completely psudo-intellectual tone with a hint of highbrow humor just below the surface. It was a masterpiece, if I do say so myself. I wish I had a copy, and I'm going to attempt to procure one. Ask me in person for some of the best details. (Like the "Kevin" story, or the "doctor/teacher" question) If I have time in another blog, I'll elaborate. Now...

3) Tux Shopping! No, I'm not breaking social convention for JSB, although that would be rather like me. Instead, I traveled to the "posh" men's tux store in Northwest Plaza in order to provide moral and fashion support for my dear friend Jimmy. Well, the moral I did well, as we managed to pick out the perfect jacket (we both agreed on it!) with only a few tears. The fashion support, however, was harder to provide. No, he did not attempt to pick out a green and gold paisley vest while I tore my hair in agony and sobbed. No, nothing so innocent. For you see, the tux salesman had it in for our friend Jimmy. While Jimmy had clearly stated that he wanted a simple BLACK tux. (Big surprise to those of you who know Jimmy's style.) Being the evil, salesman type that he is, this man tried to PUSH a silver patterned vest to go under the tux. Naturally, I was outraged, and spoke out on Jimmy's behalf. I was especially worried that if, during the course of the night, due to some unforseeable circumstance, Jimmy would STAND NEXT TO ME, the horrible occurance of "clashing" may occur. As astute readers may have noted, my dress is BRONZE. Clearly, although they are both "metallic" colors, they CERTAINLY do not match! I tried to explain this kindly to the salesman. But did he give up? NO! This sad excuse for a man INSISTED that the silver was a "very popular style, and that it surely won't clash because, after all, isn't bronze a shade of brown?" "No, you IDIOT!" I wanted to yell. "Bronze is a METALLIC color that would clearly CLASH with another metallic color known as SILVER." For someone who sold clothes, he sure had little to no fashion sense. It is a good thing Jimmy had me around.

Well, the parents are yelling, so I'm off to bed. Toodles.
-Meg
p.s. it's not that I'm obsessive about clashing, it's just that, well, ever since Jeff and his black and white houndstooth with my METALLIC gray dress in the 9th grade, I've been a little paranoid.

I should have been a webmaster

Hello readers, the infamous Jimmy here. Well, actually, it's Meg, just speaking through me because her computer has been rather fussy lately. Luckily, she has me to trust with her secret password so that I can post for her. Maybe someday I'll sign on and pretend to be her, just to wreck havoc. Regardless, she'd just like to say that although she'd like to blog, she seems to be having trouble doing it. Of course, with the quality of writing lately, she's sure no one is too upset about that. So, until she gets her computer working again, she'll have to go through me just to get her written word out to her demanding public. She thanks her loyal readers, most especially Han, for their patience

-Jimmy

p.s. She says I am her favorite friend, hands down. Sorry guys.

I swear it's not my fault, guys

Ok, so I just can't get blogger to load these days. Hopefully it'll work now. Also, you can blame Jimmy, because right when I'm sitting down to write, he always comes home from work. There's really not much to say today. There was a lot to say on the days when the blog wasn't up, but that's just Irony saying hello again. I rushed about in a mad dash today and managed to get a "dress" for JSB. It's bronze and gold and incredibly hard to explain. I tried on my grandmother's ballgown from way back when, but it just wasn't working for me. It is rather old, but has a lovely tulle skirt. Wow, am I ever boring today. Highlight of today was getting the White Stripes from Ivancic to burn. He played "We're Going To Be Friends" in English, which rocked the casbah. Hopefully Nate and I will get around to a listening session sometime this week. I'm going to ask him to bring Bowie, because I need to hear Iggy Stardust. Oh! I heard the original version of "These Days" by Jackson Browne (covered by Fountains of Wayne and Nico), and went into many ecstacies. Rufus coming soon. Meg can hardly wait. This post is all about music but I love it so much that I don't care. Oh, I forgot to tell you all. Nate'll kill me, but he needs to marry this woman. She's lovely and I want to be her. Will someone remind me to buy an Elliot Smith album or bum one off someone. Need to burn Billy Elliot soundtrack too. So much mooching to do. I'm sorry this sucks, guys, really, I am. I'm just about out of it today. Love me anyway.
-Meggers

From the mouths of babes

Today, my little brother Will said to me:

"You know, it's only AFTER you do 'eeny meeny miney mo' that you realize which one you actually wanted."

I don't think he knows how very right he is.

Oh Happy Day! Callou! Callay! He chortled in his joy

The paper is almost finished! I'm procrastination the conclusion, but soon it will be over and done. And none too soon, either. Meg has a busy weekend, and many opportunities for bloggage!

Shoeflowers

Today (after a horrible scare that Nathan witnessed: my CD player wouldn't work) I somehow got it to, and listened to a Jeff compilation (number two) on the way home. Just as I was hitting the home stretch, Don McLean's "American Pie" clicked on, so of course I had to take the long way home to hear it. As I was driving through the streets of Brentwood with all the windows down and the music way up (everyone can enjoy McLean on a warm beautiful day like this, so thinks I.) I see this little kid with a brace on his left leg. And the thing about this little kid that's different is that, instead of wearing his sneaker (which presumably can't fit over the brace) he is holding it in his hand. And in the shoe is a bouquet of white daisies that he'd picked.

I wished so bad I'd had a camera.

At Jeff's Request

This is an excerpt from my untitled "clubbing/advertising" story. Jeff likes it:

"I sit down at the table with a fork and a book.
It is a horrible habit of mine, reading at the table.
Sometimes, when I go out to dinner with certain guys, I find myself wishing they would write out everything they spend the whole night telling me. I want to say to them, all business, “Ok, Let me see, I’d like a basic ethnic, family, and romantic history, as well as two personal weaknesses and two strengths. Three comments about the food, two about the ex, and one about my outfit. Thank you, I’ll get back to you.”
And I’d sit there in a very nice restaurant, order the salmon on a rice pilaf, and spend the rest of the evening chewing the fish and reviewing the prospect."

In Other Words

Today I had to buy gas. So I went to the station. However, there was this girl there who didn't know how to pump gas. A lot of guys offered to help her because her midriff was showing, but none of them could figure out how to pay cash. Then I told her and she said, "Thanks." I just smiled.

Of course, I wanted to do more than buy gas. So I only spent 9 dollars out of the twenty and headed towards Borders to find that Jewish guy who'll come up to me while I'm reading Thoreau and have the "I don't know many girls who read Thoreau" conversation. It will happen. Well, no Jewish guy in sight, but I finally got around to buying a small "journal" to keep random thoughts in. "But what point then," you ask, "does the blog serve?" Well, half the time, I have brilliant things to write about, but when I think of them I have no paper around. Thus, the journal. I spent about 20 full minutes trying to find one and finally decided on one with a black cover that says. Oh shoot. I forget what it says. Anyway, it's an Emily Dickinson quote (it's all about the poets today!) and the font can only be described as "Jimmyish." However, as much as I like Jimmy, I don't like the font. It's too "enhanced." So I'm going to cover it with my own stuff. I'm just that cool.

I wanted to go somewhere after Borders, but I had no-where to go and my blood sugar was high. I came home to find my mother locked in the bathroom with my cat, Meriweather (yes, I came up with the name) who has a broken leg due to the fact that he was hit by a car yesterday. Mother was yelling, and the cat was yowling, so I went upstairs and listened to Radiohead.

-Meg

the things you see out of the corner of your eye when you're not really looking

Today I was sitting on the couch, reading a biography of Langston Hughes when I heard a loud unmuffled motor outside my house. I jumped up, my heart racing, half expecting to see a '73 baby blue VW bug outside my window. But it was just a motorcycle.

I guess some things never change.

No Apologies- An updated version of Meg 4.0

I haven't blogged in a month. If you want to fight with me about it you can, but it probably won't do you any good.
This is the Brand New (TM) Blog, brough to you by me. And you know what's unique about this blog? I update it whenever the heck I want. That's right, WHENEVER. Twice daily, 2 times a month, once every 3 months. Whenever I feel like writing, that's when I'm going to write. So there. None of you can stop me.

Well, now I just feel mean.
Regardless, you should know that the real reason I started updating again is due to two oustanding men in my life. (And by outstanding I don't mean really really cool, although they both are. What I mean is "influential") These two influential men, know to us mortals as Jeffrey and Nathan, (Can be abbreviated to Jeff and Nate) both contributed separately to my blogging without even suspecting the impact of their actions. First, Jeffrey: "Meg, Meg, you never blog anymore! Why don't you blog! I check it like everyday and you never blog! Meg! Blog!" This beautifully crafted plea for writing brilliance left me speechless. I truly had a fan! A devoted fan! Being the ##### for fame that I am, how could I not respond. So this blog is officially dedicated to Jeffrey Landow, the boy I'd most want to be if I were a boy.

But that is not all, my readers. If you'll remember, "Nathan" also had a part in the re-start up. This guy unwittingly handed me a copy of Pagan Kennedy's (I kid you not, dear readers) book: "'ZINE." I was inspired. This girl is actually a lot like me: a self-centered, aspiring fiction writer who starts a chronicle of her life to give to friends in order to force herself to write. She's also one of those weird looking people that no one can decide is cute or not. She's also not photogenic. She's my soulmate.

Well, that about does it for tonight. Expect updates whenever, now that I've stopped having a silent power struggle with my blog. (I mean something named a blog is just ASKING for a silent power struggle, don't you think?) Thanks to other influential men in my life that aren't Nathan and Jeff. (Namely, Davy and Jimmy.... I hope I'm not forgetting anyone.) Oh. Maybe David Ivancic. That's all for now.
Love,
-Meg
p.s. My entries are also going to be as long as I want them to be, or as short. If you skim, it's your own fault. You'll miss out.