Blushes

umm...that's The White Stripes. I got so excited I spelled the link wrong. Click on the blue link that says Han and you won't be sorry.

Little Updates Because I'm Bored and No-one is Home

Kel and Jimmy are incredibly careful with the word "love."

THE WHITE STRIPES ARE COMING!!!! MAN DO I LOVE THE WHITE STRIPES!!! AND WILCO IS COMING TOO!!!

Han liked "The Fountain." I might show it to Kel if I'm so inclined.

I fail at the things I want to do the most. Most of the things I do are things I wish I hadn't

::sobs:: guys! I just want to blog! Every freaking day! I do, but I can't, and I can't say "I'm going to blog everyday" because I never DO! I don't do ANYTHING everyday except for things like shower and brush my teeth, and that's only because of years and years of repetition. But--eh! As Han knows well "everything is something to write home about" And children, the blog is home. Here's things I have to tell you:

My best friend, LAUREL, has a blog of her own. (hah! first Laurel, then the world!) it is: Laurelness

This girl I don't much know has a blog that I absolutely love beyond belief. She likes Ani a whole lot. She's Asian, like han, which increases the cool factor by like 50 points. Nina's Lust Dust

I just realized how to really fastly link things, so I'm going to do it more often. I miss Rufus's Poses ::sniffles::
-Meg
(p.s. I've been reading Jane Austen...and I like it! And I gave Han "The Fountain" so we'll see if she likes it. Also, I'm working on a new story tentatively titled "The Ice Cream Man" I also wrote a little ditty about the woman who's mailbox Kel ran into. ::hugs to Kel::)

Ah, John Bishop

Today I got a letter from "Sarah Drexler." It said:

To everybody-

I have taken over Mrs. Drexler's email!!!

Now I am unstoppable!!

JB

And it made me laugh a lot. I wonder why she and John Bishop are friends. I know for a fact she hates my guts. I saw John Dickerson today, another alumni

ok, ok, break down

Yep, it's that time again:

The Second Edition of the Friday Five

1. What's the last vivid dream that you remember having? Unlike some people, I have vivid dreams all the time 'cause I wake up low or high most mornings, which totally messes with the neurons. Dig. However, I don't remember them unless I tell people or write them down. Here's one I tell everyone, cause I think it's really cool: Amanda and Laurel and I were walking around this building, filled with lots of narrow halls leading to lots of small rooms. And all the walls are painted white. And there are these huge tigers following us and growling softly, and we're kind of afraid of them, naturally, so we start going really fast into rooms (although "really fast" in that dreamy floaty sense) to try to lock them out but they are always already in the room.So we start trying to toss them large chunks of steak/meat. Then I woke up.

2. Do you have any re-occuring dreams? Yes!! oh yes! I never had one before in my life but about a year ago I started having one and now I feel properly screwed up! So here's the dream: It's "About a Boy." (man I need to see that movie, and Nate and I MUST see The Importance of Being Earnest.) The boys name will be left unwritten but I bet if you readers (being a generally smart bunch) think REALLY REALLY hard about who it could be, you'll come up with it. (Well, except Han, who's blissfully unaware of my complexes.) Ok, so the dream always goes like this: There's been some great understanding between me and HIM and HE says HE never really wanted to break up with me in the first place and besides, HE doesn't really like his current girlfriend, so would I please please, clear up this terrible misunderstanding and come back to HIM? And I always do. Only the locale changes. Once it was at a flamenco dancing concert, once on a hillside where we were eating wild berry popsicles (that was a BIT too Freudian for me, thank you very much), and once in a road trip van lined with astroturf. Yeah, I've got some kind of mind.

3. What was the scariest nightmare you ever had? I don't have nightmares. Sorry. My sister used to have night terrors about killing, if that's any consolation. She talks in her sleep, too. In fact, one night she told me to "stay still...don't move" so I didn't for about 15 minutes cause I thought some sort of evil spider was going to attack me if I did. But actually, she was just sleep-talking. Or else just seeing how long I'd stay still.

4. Have you ever written your dreams down or considered it? Why or why not? Yeah, the really weird/cool ones I write down. But I'm a writer, you know, so nothing is sacred. If I try hard enough I could probably fit that tiger dream into a short story.

5.Have you ever had a lucid dream? What did you do in it? the only time I ever have lucid dreams is when my blood sugar is very low and my mind knows that I need sugar and is trying to wake me up. Lots of times I'll have dreams about trying to find my tester or a juice. Once I realized I was low during a dream and I kept trying to get out of it. Eventually I did, but it was very hard to. For a great movie about ludid dreaming, see the film Waking Life.

Well, that's all for now kiddos, hope that was enough to tide you over for a bit-since next week is finals. I might do cute little tidbits of insight though, if they're really wanted. Love you all madly
-Meg
p.s. I had a nice talk with Mr. Graham today. He saw the story and doesn't hate me, so that's a relief. And get this--I get to read DAVID IVANCIC'S short stories!! Alright! Of course, I know they'll be so good that I'll want to cry and swear off story-writing for the rest of my life, but oh well. At least I get to read them. I might give Mr. Graham the address of this blog since I don't have him for a teacher anymore. But then again, I might not.

ALRIGHT! CHECK THESE BABIES OUT! THANKS HAN!

Meg Comic # 1!

Meg Comic # 2!

I'd like to refer my readers to an earlier blog from 3/14/02 entitled "No Apologies"

Well, my darling readers, I have much news to catch you up on. But first of all, let there be much rejoicing in the land. Why?

Because Meg is getting off that horrid drug, PREDNISONE, that makes her blood sugars 300 ALL DAY LONG!

This is good news because now I might actually be able to study for finals over the weekend. (Even though Laurel won't be here, sigh)

It may also be of interest of you all to note that I went and visited Jimmy at work. Yep! I sure did. And the thing was, gang, the boy was in RED, and did he look handsome? You bet he did. I spent a whole night trying to convince him to wear more color but he prefers "the absence of color." Do give me a break. If you'd like to join the crusade, tentatively titled: The Official Co-alition Of People Trying To Get Jimmy To Wear Red (TOCOPTTGJTWR, for short or TOCO for the really lazy) please send him an e-mail at Ymmij2099@aol.com and rant for pages about why color is essential in any modern man's wardrobe.

Another thing I wanted to include in this particular blog was a link to my friend Han's Blog and a link to my friend Kel's new website of stick figured comics. I don't think the second page is completely finished yet, but I know I love it thus far! Han's blog is amazing. You will truly have to see it for yourself to really appreciate it. (Look in the archives (bottom of page) for Kel's talk on ketchup. Pure comedic brilliance, my friends)

I've just been informed by Han that she has two new links from her page, and the end tag seems to have the word "meg" in it.

Furthur investigation needed.
-Meg

Proof that Jimmy is occasionally right? Only Hugh can decide.

See, Jimmy's got this odd tendency when he is upset to THINK about things. He is quite convinced that working things out LOGICALLY in one's head while listening to REPETITIOUS music somehow calms his nerves.

Well, Lewis Carrol, in "Through the Looking-Glass" says,

"Oh, don't go on like that!" cried the poor Queen, wringing her arms in despair. "Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a long way you've come today. Consider what o'clock it is. Consider anything, only don't cry!"
Alice could not help laughing at this, even in the midst of her tears. "Can you keep from crying by considering things? she asked.
"That's the way it's done," the Queen said with great decision: "nobody can do two things at once, you know."

Personally, I prefer a nice evening with a box of Kleenex.

Impossible Things.

Just reading the girl-who-nate-should-marry's weblog again. I don't really WANT to be her, I don't even know if I LIKE her, but I do know one thing: The girl knows her music. She was talking about The Who's "The Seeker" and noted that it was the song Lester Burnham listens to the morning of his "accident" (that's for those of you who haven't seen it yet) and that the line "I won't get to get what I'm after/'till the day I die" is just so incredibly perfect.
I wish I could think of things like that.

I'm terribly sorry I haven't updated lately. Things have been so horridly busy lately, but they seem to be winding down now. Of course, I still have to write a 4-7 page story that's due tomorrow, but I thought blogging would be a nice introduction to it. It really upsets me that this story isn't even going to be close to good. I'm sure it will upset Mr. Graham even more, as he is always encouraging me in my writing endeavors.

::sighs::

In case you heard the rumors, yes it is true that I had a "get-together" in my basement with about 18 people. They all hated Waking Life but I found that I really didn't care. I know it's a brilliant film, and that's what counts. In other news, I absolutely loved having that many people in my basement. It was hot and noisy and I loved it all. Someone brought Krispy Kremes. To me, that made the night.

It is also true that I went to the Rufus Wainwright concert on Wednesday night. It is also true that I was in near-ecstacy the whole time he was playing. So he's flamingly homosexual....so what? I didn't however, get a shirt. I find it incredibly ironic that as much as I love music, I have no band shirts. I guess only really cool guys like Jeff and Nathan get to wear them.

It is also true that I created a Friend Test. I must admit that the whole thing is nothing short of a phenomenon. I mean, I stole it from Davy, I will readily admit. And then, before I knew it, Joe, Jeff, Colleen, Jimmy, Kel, Han, Tim, Laurel, and a whole rash of other people had them. Stunning, to say the least.

It is also true that Han made two cartoons for me. I am trying to find some way to link them to the page so you can all enjoy them. Maybe she'll be a doll and set them up in cyberspace so I can link to them. I also gave Han my clubbing/ad story, which I believe officially sucks. No word from her yet.

Well, darlings, I'm afraid I must devote myself to this story, but I love you all dearly.
Ciao~
Meg

And I've got a peaceful, easy feelin'

No, I have no idea where the lyric came from. It just came, so I went with it. Did you know on some computers the writing on my blog is really tiny? Did you know that. I'm sorry if it is. And did you also know that apprently the font and spacing erratically changes sometimes? Believe you me, it does NOT happen on MY computer.
Hmm... I'm severely disillusioned.

Anyway, moving on.
I didn't get to blog yesterday because I'm lazy and there were many extenuating circumstances. And as much as I hate back-bloggin, I really must tell you what Jimmy and I have been up to.
On Sunday (Cinco De Mayo AND Natey's birthday, I nearly died of excitement!) I went to Church with Jimmy. And man was it fun! After church, we went out with his friend Bruce and Josh (as well a his mother and sister) to JACK IN THE BOX!

::gives an annoyed look, and stops writing::

Look guys, I'm just not into this, ok? I'd love to tell you about Jimmy and I's fun filled day of adventure, ice cream and thrift shopping but I just don't have the energy or the writing talent or the inclination. I'm sorry guys, really I am. I'd better go work. I'll be back to normal soon, cross my heart.
-Meg

Happy Birthday Nathan!

You're 18! Go buy "risque" novelties or purchase tobacco without qualm. Heck! Go clubbing!

she went over to his apartment
clutching her decision
and he said:
did you come here to tell me goodbye?
so she built a skyscraper of procrastination
and then she leaned out of the twnty-fifth floor window
of her reply
and she felt like an actress
just reading her lines
when she finally said
yes. it's really goodbye this time
and far below was the blacktop
and the tiny toy cars
and it all fell so fast
and it all fell so far

and she said:
you are a miracle but that is not all
you are also a stiff drink and I am on call
you are a party and I am a school night
and I'm looking for my door key
but you are my porch light
and you'll never know, dear
just how much I loved you
you probably think this was
just my big excuse
but I stand comitted
to a love that came before you
and the fact that I adore you
is but one of my truths

what of the mother
whose house is in flames
and both of her children
are in their beds crying
and she loves them both
with the whole of her heart
but she knows she can only
carry one at a time
she's choking on the smoke
of unthinkable choices
she is haunted by the voices
of so many desires
she's bent over from the business
of begging forgiveness
while frantically running around putting out fires

but then what kind of scale
compares the weight of two beauties
the gravity of duties
or the ground speed of joy?
tell me what kind of gauge
can quantify elation?
what kind of equation
could I possibly emply?
and you'll never know, dear
just how much I loved you
you probably think this was
just my big excuse
but I stand comitted
to a love that came before you
and the fact that I adore you
is but one of my truths.

The Friday Five and Irony

Ok, so, basically, there's this thing that all the "hip" bloggers do on Fridays, which is to answer questions from this website. Of course, because nothing ever goes right for me, they decide to shut down the website the ONE DAY I want to start instituting it on my blog. Well, I'm miffed, but I randomly searched the archives and came up with these: So, withought furthur ado, I present to you, faithful readers...

The ALL NEW (kind of) Neverbeforeseen (on this blog anyway) FRIDAY FIVE!!!!!!!

1. What did you have for dinner last night? Oh shoot. I would pick one that required memory. Hmm. I think I had sausage, saurkraut, applesauce, and mashed potatoes. It was a very hearty meal. My mom was feeling German, I think. Actually, it was rather ironic, because the next day I started re-reading Jonathan Franzen's "The Corrections" which has nearly a whole chapter devoted to saurkraut. (This is Denise's chapter. I identify with her because, in Mr. Franzen's words, she "has a very hard time saying no when she is needed in particular way by someone.")

2. Do you ever get up for a midnight snack? Occasionally, if my blood sugar's low. But mostly I sleep the whole nite through. I'm a good sleeper. Once I had a midnite tea party with one of my friends. It was lovely, but everytime she spent the nite after that she would say "Let's have a midnite tea party!" She didn't understand that those types of things just happen. Someone should invite me to tea at the Ritz. I've been dying to go lately. I miss London.

3. What's your favorite dessert? Cheesecake, absolutely. No question. I was absolutely insulted that "they" served SORBET at JSB this year. I was incensed. I tried to explain to everyone that the whole reason I CAME to these stupid functions was to EAT CHEESECAKE. I think I got a pitying look from Jimmy. Everyone else just ignored me.

4. Tell us something about you that would surprise us. My gosh, I'm so open about everything, I HAVE no more surprises. Hmm.. oh, this is surprising: The journalism summer program I applied to didn't accept me. Well, I was surprised anyway. However, this leads to an even more surprising revelation: Meg has to actually get a job. Ha. Not bloody likely.

5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? Friday Nite at the Institute (it's a lecture circuit, this one's about Woody Allen), maybe some Davy-time, Sat morning: SAT, Sat afternoon: studying for AP US History test, Sat nite: Jeff's one acts, Sunday: homework, papers, stressing, return "One Flew Over the Cukoo's Nest" Yep. Who says weekends are relaxing?

Well, that's it, hope you all enjoyed it. I'm off to go eat (I haven't all day, sadly) and take some meds for my throat ulcer. Ooh...lovely.
-Meg

I like two things

1. Han- Ok, so I've mentioned her a couple times in passing, but let me just say that she is one of the coolest people I have never met. There are several reasons I believe this. First, she once bought a boy's kung fu top with the back featuring a cartoon chinese guy doing a karate kick at you, with red chinese lettering. for 25 cents. Secondly, she runs this website, which is what I aspire to create in life. She's funny, I'm not. Well, you can see for yourself. Han's Stunningly Amazing Page, Something Meg Doesn't Even Come Close To. However, my devoted readers, you'll notice that I have two "cameos" on the page, once in the Mark application page, and another on the links page. Yes, it's true, Han has a link on her page to THIS humble site. I nearly cried. Then I realized it was a good thing, and stopped. This brings up another important point: Namely, I can no longer count the number of readers on my fingers. Who knows what sort of odd unsavory Mark-worshipping riff raff is now reading this? It's is exciting new territory for this blog. Hello Stranger. Also, Hello to not so strangers Colleen and Heather, who have recently joined readership. They get personal hellos because I "know" them. Whether or not I WANT to is quite another matter indeed.

2. The second thing I like is a BRAND NEW BLOG FEATURETTE known ambigously as "The Friday Five" I'd tell you more, but I have to go to bed because my father is yelling. Oh! And here comes my mother to join him! Well, I'm off then. Hugs all round!

She blinks, smiles shyly, and waves hello

Ok, so everyone wants to know: a)why I haven't blogged in a week and b)what that last post was about. Well, let's hop to it then. But first, for Nathan:
a.m. listening session: Radiohead-Pablo Honey
afternoon listening session: David Gray-Sell, Sell, Sell
p.m. listening session: Radiohead- OK Computer

Righto. Now that we've set the mood, on to question a:
I haven't blogged in a week because the modem strangely disappeared after I didn't clean my room for a few er...weeks. It miraculously re-appeared in my brother's tox box a few days later. However, no one believes he took it and prefers to blame me. I prefer to take the 5th.
However, my room is now stunningly clean, and the internet is back, so we'll continue normally. Many many things have happened lately, but it's really pointless as to try and update you all, so I'm giving up. Better just jump in with the new stuff.

Onto the option b:
The blog yesterday was written by Colleen, my friend in newspaper. She's nuts. That's about all I can say.
More in the next blog... (I'm trying to break it up so you all don't get bored and stop reading)

okay. meg is here with her beautiful and twisted fan club, heather & colleen (heather loves tim, and colleen loves alcohol. no, not really, but that's enough introduction.) colleen wishes to rattle jimmy's cage about kant, b/c kant is SO not compatible with christianity! (seriously, the guy attributed "reality" to mere "perception", leaving morality up to human psychology which man is not really in control over. this, of course, led to freudianism, nietzsche's determinism, and ultimately EXISTENTIALISM. colleen didn't learn this in worldviews, however; she learned it through intensive self-research, b/c burkey sucks.) heather wishes to say that she likes tim, even when he's in the rain, and that she would like nothing more than -- tim -- for her birthday, christmas, easter, and bank day (it's canadian). meg now resumes full control of the computer so colleen doesn't corrupt or, even worse, crash the entry again.