Belated rerouted blog from Meg via friend with blog friendly computer:


Beginning of Spring Break, 2003 or: The Worst Blogtitle ever

Today I:
Slept til 12:30
Watched a documentary on babies
Called Kel
Wished Laurel was home
Spent a strange amount on time on the Official Starbucks Website(tm) and found this strange addendum in their contest rules:
"If a resident of Canada wins a prize, they will be required to correctly answer a timed, mathematical skill question, to be administered by Marden-Kane, Inc. either by mail, telephone, e-mail, or fax (at its sole discretion) before the awarding of the prize."
Now is that a raw deal or what?
I'm sure glad I don't live in Canada.
Of course, St. Louis isn't particularly exciting today either.
I need some new friends.
Love from,
Meg

I was at the Art Museum when a strange looking women in my tour group insisted, very loudly, that bone china was made out of *actual bones.*
"That's interesting" said the tour guide. "They certainly didn't put that in my tour information. I wonder who's bones"

I imagine the Chinese could find some humans that society could do without.

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I have long hair now.
I am very proud of this fact.
It all started about a year ago, after a crazed flaming homosexual cut my hair with reckless abandon, turning it into something that vaguely resembled the result of a four year old with scissors. I was horrified and cried all night long, but with those tears came the resolve that I would grow my hair out longer than it had ever been before. I have always had short hair, mostly because I convinced myself that it would not grow past my chin. I proclaimed it to others as an oddity all my own.
“I’ve tried!” I’d claim. “It just won’t go past the chin! It stops!”
But it has not stopped, and now I feel the need to point this out in various conversations:
“So I told him that I just couldn’t take this right now and needed a break, you know?”
“Hmm..yes… You might note that my hair has gotten quite long lately.”
Or:
“Today my cat got run over by a car!”
“My hair is so long now! Look! I can pull it out with my fingers and look at it. I was never able to do that before.”
I’ve been growing it out for a while now, and each month seems to hold its’ own little surprises. There was the month I realized I could twist it back with bobby pins and let parts in front hit under my eyes. The month I carefully pulled all of it back into a short ponytail. The discovery of pigtails, a simple bun. And then there was the day that I realized that long hair was practical as well as enjoyable.
The truth is, dear friend, that hair can be used as a soft, shiny, shield. (3 cheers for excessive alliteration.) That’s right! Tired of that bug-eyed child who eyes you in 2nd hour? Worry no longer! A quick twist of the head and peripheral vision can be completely and totally obliterated! What’s that you say? You’re prone to blushing at inopportune times? Welcome to the dignity-saving wonder of long hair.

Dear Readers,

The blog appears to be broken.

Now Meg has to decide if she wants to let it be broken, or if she wants to fix it. She has not decided yet. In the meantime, enjoy this strange story found while blogsurfing.


One day me and Anise went to the pet store with my Dad. And we got two fish. We named one marble and one Angel. Then a few days later, Marble died, and Anise told me after chess on Thursday. I was so sad, i started crying in Anise's lap, because Marble was my favorite fish. There is no other fish like that in that tank of fish. 2 days later, we got more fish - a Telescope fish, a Chinese fighting fish, a goldfish, and an Albino Catfish, named vein (because it had two veins, crossing like an arrow on its head.) It was white. I kept on playing with the net in the tank, and I knew that it was wrong, but I just could'nt help myself. So, I kept on doing that for like a week or so, and like a week later, Vein died. I was looking at the tank, and I saw her wiskers straight, I was so sad I just layed down on my big fluffy dog, and started crying. My dad found the net, and took her out of the tank, and flushed her down the toilet. My telescope fish, probably was so sick, but i kept on playing with the net in my tank, It had white spots on her, and on the net was rust.

test test test

This blog is officially on-hiatus.