wearing: work clothes. only without the polo shirt (light blue tank top instead)


eating: nooothing.


on winamp: weezer


feeling: good. i don't work tomorrow, but i *do* work thursday and friday now. so yay for lots of extra hours!


thoughts: i wrote a bunch of things on a napkin at work... like, that i wanted to rant about... but now half of them don't make sense. though... i remember some. i *hate* people who take forever to decide what they want, i mean sheesh. if there's no one in line, that's fine... or, if they're like "go ahead" to the person behind them, and think it over themselves.. that's fine, that's wonderful! but the annoying morons who hold up a line of like... 8 people, and just stare at the bagels... i could SMACK them. UGH.


so, a rundown of my day... i worked with jesse, seth, belindah, thomas (manager), and rachel . . . . for awhile. and luke who went to west. (as opposed to luke who went to city) and... maybe someone else, but i dont' remember. god, we screw around SO much... like, thomas and jesse locked seth in the closet... jesse and seth (and luke) practiced their towel snapping for awhile (and like, they were doing it so hard that it was breaking little holes in the cardboard boxes they were snapping at) and i was like "don't you guys have something to DO?! shouldn't you be... WORKING?!" and jesse was like "oooh, i think she's asking for a whipping!" and they chased me around the back room with towels until thomas saved me. hmmmmmmmm jesse got his finger stuck in a mop while we were closing... ah... i dont' remember anything else. oh, missy and casey stopped by (well, they didn't stop by so much... i ran out since i was on break and was like "AAH! HI!" and we sat on the couch and talked while i got chocolate sprinkles between the couch cushions...)


i went in and got little hair ties earlier, and talked to luke who went to city... and a couple other friends who were working. OH... dude, at like...2:15 today, some guy was eating at panera, who apparently stole a credit card and charged over $6000 on it. they police were like, questioning jesse about it, and me, since i was there talking to luke who went to city at 2:00ish. crazy. apparently a short stocky black guy with glasses... and jesse said he was wearing a grimy t-shirt. *shrug* that was our excitement. oh, embarrassing thing today, i was closing and got a bunch of bread crumbs down the front of my shirt, so, i'm walking around the corner in back, with my hand down the front of my shirt trying to get them out, and jesse and seth are there. and they're like "oooooooh" so i was like "i dropped bread crumbs down my shirt! i'm trying to get them out!" and seth was like "oh, let me help!" so i ran away. *amused* anyhow, i'm gonna go read the rentboards.


*megan*

wearing: jeans and my over the moon tank top... and my sprocket shirt.


eating: an tanganilla hard candy, and thinking about getting a muffin out of my purse. hehehe.. i just realized how silly it sounds that i keep muffins in my purse... really, i got them at work last night and stuck them in a bag in my purse, and haven't taken them out yet. but there aren't any blueberry, there are NEVER enough blueberry. it's sooo annoying.


on winamp: alien ant farm.


feeling: tired. but i got up on my own free will. so whatever.


thoughts: i should take a shower. and do my hair. cuz i work today. bah. AHHHHHH random car in the driveway! *hides* brb! ***an hour or so later**** ok the car left. *shrug* i called my dad, and was like "*sob* car full of people!" and he was like "there there, have you eaten?" and i said no, so he told me to order a pizza, and come see him and get money and go pick it up. so i did *eats pizza*. i need to run to the mall to buy little purple rubber bands. and see when i work. i've been having really weird dreams lately. but i can never remember any of them. like, last night, i know there were dreams involving a lap top... mr. anthony, the auditorium, nic, renata, elmo... kait... and like, the food court at the mall. *shrug* usually i dream like... that i left my shoes by the stairs, then i wake up, and look for my shoes by the stairs, and they aren't there. it's so annoying. or i dream that i got my hair cut, and i wake up and am like "wow, my hair grows fast!" what the hell song is this!?!? *random song on winamp* it doens't say... and i've never heard it before *sob* soooo confused. it sounded kind of like mmmbop for a second (it took me three times to type mmmbop... it kept becoming mmmbob, and mmmblop.) at any rate... i think i'm gonna wait for renata to return to her computer... and run to the mall for purple hair ties. and maybe new nailpolish... but prolly not.


*megan*

wearing: work clothes. which are covered in orange juice. and i'm still wearing my hat.


eating: i was gnawing on half a mini asiago loaf a minute ago. but now i'm just eating hard candies.


on winamp: nsync... but, stuart's playing on the cd player in the other room. it's confusing me. *turns nsync off*


feeling: i feel good, i feel great, i feel wonderful. i feel good, i feel great, i feel wonderful...


thoughts: ok, this morning... well, last night i didn't go to bed til 4:30. then randomly i woke up at 11:30. in a reeeeally good mood. then seth called and begged me to work for him. and i was like "i can't work at two, but if thomas will let you let me work for you... i *can* come in at four. so he went and asked thomas, and thomas said if he couldnt' find anyone else, it'd be fine. so seth said he'd call me back. then he did, so i went in to work at 4. i was the ONLY one in bakery... there were FIVE people there total. it was insane. then jeff came in (i love jeff, he's part of the reason i started working at panera... i came in to schedule an interview, and i was talking to the guy at the counter, who was really hot... and he was really nice and was like "i hope you get a job here! we can hang out!" and that was jeff. so he came in and helped me. and cory alternated between making fun of me and helping me. and jan... my manager, is like... an really stern grandmother. it's odd.


so work was HELLA stressful. but for my break, i went and hung out with erica and lexi. good times. oh, i saw scott and dan too. scott if you're reading this... awwww dan's sooooo cute/hot! i want one!


drove around aimlessly for a long time on the way home. nooow i'm home. and i'm bored. and i'm eating lots of little hard candies. and i work tomorrow *sob* but i don't remember what time i work tomorrow... dammit. maybe i'll call seth and be like "yo, you need to work for me tomorrow." but prolly not, i'm happy to have the extra hours. sooo... yeah, i'll blog more laterish maybe.


*megan*

there is something wrong with my blog, it just deleted the THIRD post since i've gotten home. i'll try again later tonight.

wearing: jeans and my rent tank top.


eating: nothing. in fact... i don't remember what i've eaten today.. oh, cheesecake at the terrapin with patrick... and chinese. also with patrick.


on winamp: nsync. i finally got the damn cd to work.


feeling: AWFUL. and don't anyone try to "make it better" ok? i hate that. if you're even thinking about it, fuck you.


thoughts: janey spent the night last night, and we made mini marks out of clay. they're in juice boxes in the fridge, waiting to be baked :) so, i'm hella busy from here on out, and yeah. so, i'm gonna sorta cut this super short, and say "go to hell" if you desperately want to hear more about yesterday and today. bah.


*megan*

wearing: khakis, with espresso all over them, and some unidentified brown dirty stains on the knees. and a tank top. and socks.


eating: an everything bagel, i've had like eight. so i have hella garlic breath.


on winamp: barbie girl. aqua (wooo)


feeling: tired, overheated. blah.


thoughts: my ear hurts. yeah. so, work today, i had to rush around like crazy to be not late, but i was late anyhow, and when i got there, jesse was trying to run bakery and failing miserably. and luke1 was there, but not luke2. they're so confusing. and they look alike. i was like "*gasp* maybe they're twins!!!" then... i was like "uh, wait... no parent would name both twins luke. damn." so whatever. one luke (luke2) has sideburns (cool sideburns though) and luke1 has a half assed goatee. it's confusing. and jesse and seth were there... and rachel and belinda, only belinda left early, so once again, i was the only girl closing with a bunch of guys. oooh, and it rained SO much, the power kept flickering. it was scary. and jesse accidentally locked himself in the back hallway, and had to walk all the way out and around to the main mall entrance. i thought it was really funny, he came in all wet and was like "DAMMIT ALL! didn't you hear me banging on the door?!" "noooo" "fucking door... now i have to go get my goddamn mop, because it's in the fuckin hallway! *grumpily tramps off to back hallway*" and we all laughed at him, yeah. and seth played with the mircophones for a looong time... "jeesse, i am your faaather" "*crackle* commence mopping *crackle* ten four, over and out *crackle*" and luke was like "here, rip the top off this box" and i TRIED... only like, i ripped the box in half *sob*. and seth made me toss giant heavy garbage bags around... and belinda made fun of me because i said hot cocoa instead of hot chocolate... i closed bakery all by myself... aaand... *thinks* what else happened? i dunno... i met the other baker lady, and she's really cool... OH, i successfully answered the phone (first time ever!)... and i made an orange julius run, and ended up paying $2.50 for three orange juliuses... good deal :).


nothing else happened today. yeah. i might go to bed now...


*megan*

thoughts: dammit, my nails are wet, making it hard to type. blaah. but oh well. today sucked... i'm really kind of worried about it actually. i mean, i've been happy for a long long time... and suddenly, the past two days i feel like crap. like, what if i'm *not* "better", and this is just me going to a low phase, and getting all depressed again? i don't want to be like that. grr. or, what if this is me getting rid of all my friends and getting a new group? (that happens a lot with me, i dunno why... i dont' *try* to do it... it just happens.) shit. now i feel all angsty for writing about this. it's like "everyone pity me!" (especially my last post "guys hit on me and say i'm pretty, poooooor me.") oh forget it, i'm not gonna blog anymore, it's making me all sad.


*megan*

wearing: same


eating: drinking a soda, had some ice cream awhile ago...


on winamp: show must go on, moulin rouge boot. (how sad is it that i have a bootleg of a movie?)


feeling: BLAH, don't EVEN get me started. (though that's what i plan on ranting about, so whatever)


thoughts: ok. the majority of guys are morons. no, i ammend that, the majority of guys who chose to speak to me are morons. is there something about my appearence that says "hit on me! i'm easy!"? goddamn. every night, at least two guys im me on aim and icq, asking for pictures, i usually tell them to go to curtiscregan.com, and am vaguely like "in the pictures section, iowa city, st. paul, san francisco, i'm the one with the blonde hair" and all of them come back saying "you're beautiful, do you have a boyfriend?" (or, the way most of them talk (type) "ur beautiful, do u have a bf?") god, half of these guys admit to being like... 25 and over. the rest are supposedly teenagers. still. ugh. i am really pissed off. i think it's this guy who messaged me through KaZaA. he's 28, and is BLATANTLY hitting on me. and is from like... georgia. what the fuck? "i love all your photos on that fanpage site, you look so sexy" i'm like "ah, thanks..." i'm too nice, i never want to say "stop talking to me you freak!" and they ALL ask if i have a boyfriend. it's like "no, i don't... rub it in, i *still* (not counting aric, who was skanky, and not counting matt who was also skanky) do not have a boyfriend." and they ALWAYS ask "why not?" i'm like "oh, hell if i know! because i'm crazy, and manic depressive maybe?" *whines* ok, i'm officially in the worst mood. bah.


*megan*

wearing: jeans, a tank top, and my favorite sweater (the a/c in here is cranked SO much... i'm freezing to death)


eating: drinking a soda. i made myself a really good dinner tonight, and ate like two bites, and felt all sick, so it's still in the fridge...


on winamp: nothing. i dunno why i haven't really been listening to anything lately.


feeling: blaah. i was in SUCH a good mood like... two days ago. an now i'm not in a good mood at all. and it pisses me off (which just makes it worse...)


thoughts: i slept late this morning, even though i went to bed earlyish last night... and i just feel like crap. ugh. and why is it, that one the one day i dont' want to talk to anyone... *everyone* ims me. people i haven't talked to in over a month are iming me today. for no reason whatsoever. *shrug* it's not sooo bad, i just don't feel good, and everyone talks to me for like five minutes and is like "what's wroooong?" and i dont' know what's wrong, and i'm in a bitchy horrible mood. so just watch out, and don't take anything i say personally.


my hair looks hella bad today. two good hairdays in a row, i should have expected it. oh, random weird thing... today, my mom came storming downstairs, and was like "DON'T USE MY MAKEUP!!" and went into the kitchen, and was banging stuff around... and i'm like "what the...?!" because... i wasn't wearing make up at all... and ... i have my *own* make up... and thus, i don't use my mom's. and all her make up is like, nasty old mary kay stuff. but whatever. and, my sister keeps trying to steal my nail polish... because she says she doesn't have any... only, she does, she just lost it all, and isn't willing to admit it.


yeah. whatever, i'm bored.


*megan*

i . . .


~am in a bad mood.
~am really tired
~wish i hadn't stayed up til 5 last night
~want to take a shower
~don't really have anything to say... but, am blogging anyway.
~hate boys
~don't really hate boys. which makes me hate them even more.
~am not making sense
~smell like bread
~smell like espresso
~have espresso in my hair *sob*
~wish someone cool and amazing was online
~wish i had e-mail, aside from rml mail.
~am going to go to bed. even though it's four hours earlier than i usually go to bed.
~will write something more tomorrow.


*megan*

wearing: jeans, the black victorias secret top thingy... and my grey kennedy center sweatshirt (i looove this sweatshirt, it zips up, so it rules... and it's hooded, but not like a giant hooded sweatshirt..


eating: well, i'm chewing gum...


on winamp: i've been sitting here trying to think so songs to download... and not thinking of any. *siiiiigh* i had like, four that i wanted today. and now i can't remember what they were. ah well. i'm listening to pepper at this very moment in time.


feeling: in so much pain. my feet hurt so bad. and my back hurts, and i have a headache and i'm all stressed, and *has a nervous breakdown/dies* but, aside from that, i'm in a pretty good mood. my hair looks cute today. i don't know how that happened.... but, it did. *shrug*


thoughts: i'm going to have to go take an advil before i can even finish typing this. blah. i worked today, and it was pretty fun. kristen only worked with me for like, the first four hours i was there, then she left, and i was like "yaaay!" since i dont' really like her *growl*. jesse was like 4 hours late. no exageration. i was really amused. erica was like "jesse's hot. i hear he has a lot of sex" and i was like "*chokes on orange julius*" just because i so didn't expect erica to say that. i believe it though. jesse's very... pseudo smooth. like, you can tell he's "bein smooth" but... whatever. oh, and that reminds me... i'm CONSTANTLY choking on things. people wait to tell me something funny or surprising until i'm trying to swallow something. and i try to not spit it out on them... and end up choking. which really isn't very attractive.


i didn't have to close today. because i went in at like 10am, i worked until 6. and didn't have to close. i was like "haaaaha. you guys all have to stay here and clean! i get to go hooome!" i only gloated to marin and jesse, because they're the only ones who wouldn't have smacked me for saying that. if luke hadn't left early, i would have gloated to him, because he was making fun of me. *sob* i was like "heeey! that's mean, making fun of me because i dont know what i'm doing!" and he was like "i'm not making fun of you because you dont' know what you're doing, i'm making fun of you because i'm a bastard." i was amused. i guess he went to west? like, was a senior when i was a freshman.. *shrug* i should look in my yearbook...


bwaaahaha. luke looks like a dork in his yearbook picture. but then again, so do i. *shuts up*


so, i've gotten really distracted looking through my yearbook. so, i'm gonna go. and continue looking through it.


*megan*


damn, i forgot to make everything bold again. had to edit and do it *sniffle*

wearing: jeans, and another new tank top (this one's VERY see through though. it has like, a little tiny bit of lining across the front top part... but the rest is like, skin tone lace, and it's VERY see through. i feel like a ho... but oh well.)


eating: NOTHING (note, whenever i type nothing for eating... i re read it, and think i typed nothing for "wearing". and it confuses me.)


on winamp: nothing :(


feeling: still pretty! (in a kind of slutty way though... and my sister said i look like christina aquilera in the lady marmalade video. and i think she looks like a sea monster in that video. so maybe i'm looking a little sea monster like.)


thoughts: rick's whining at me because i'm blogging. so, i'm going to write as much as possible, just to spite him. *grumble* *grumble* i *was* in a really good mood, now rick's making me feel bad! *goes off to cry in corner* yeah. anyhow. so, i DID go to ribfest today. it was sooo much fun. my dad and rob (my uncle) made like... 20 racks of ribs. and four different kinds of bbq sauces. and rob kept playing with the ball bazooka he built out of his leaf blower. gooood times.


the drive back from CR was pretty uneventful, car full of white wannabe gansters tailgated me all the way home. yeah, then i callled nic, and we decided to go do something tonight. so i went to wal mart and bought some butterfly clippys so my hair wouldn't explode and kill everyone (it's all humid, so my hair's very annoying and frizzy now). and i found the COOLEST butterfly clip thingys. sooooo pretty. yeah. and i bought an eyelash curler, because i stepped on mine as i was leaving, and broke it. the new one's purple. ^_^


yeah, so, nic and i went to see legally blonde, after a few VERY confusing cell phone calls. apparently i didn't charge my phone last night. whoops. i liked the movie. *shrug* ah, we also went and wandered around downtown. i'd forgotten how much i love being downtown, outside, at night, during the summer.


i cannot type tonight. seriously. ugh. i'm gonna stop writing now, because i want to go get a soda, and talk to people. gooodnight.


*megan*

wearing: jeans and a new tank top thingy from victoria's secret. it's black, and made of this cool nonseethrough fabric. and v-neck. it's cool


eating: nothing. i haven't eaten yet today. but then again, i overslept, because i had no reason to get up (i usually get up by 2:30, so i can watch caroline in the city, but it's a weekend, so it's not on)


on winamp: DDR music, yay japanese technoey junk!


feeling: i'm all sparkly, and i have me cool jeans on, and my new shirt, and i feel all pretty! *frolicks* i wanna go out tonight. ^_~ (goddamn, another kaitandelmo inspired face!!)


thoughts: so, i was supposed to go with my dad to rib fest today. but randomly this morning he like... told me to stay home. i'm like... wtf?! i mean... yeah, i need to be back in iowa city by 7:30 to get on a waiting list for midsummer night's dream tickets. (i HATE shakespeare... i'm oooonly going for missy *grumble*) if i don't get a ticket, i dunno what i'll do. prolly go wander aimlessly around.


well damn, i look too pretty to just go wander around! *is going to call someone*. yeah. duuuude, i loned my stuart cd to rachel... *grumble* i'm gonna have to go harrass her into giving it back now. ah, i wish my watch still worked. i mean, it *was* a cheap ass burger king rugrats watch, but STILL! *yaaawn* i'm gonna go, and call... someone. *shrug*


*megan*

wearing: khakis and a purple polo shirt. yaaay work clothes.


eating: drinking a dr. pepper, and i had a slice of cinnamon raisen (it that how that's spelled? *shrug*) bread.


on winamp: a rent bootleg. woot.


feeling: tired. sort of bitchy. so watch out.


thoughts: i'm all tired. work was fun(ish) today. worked with jennifer, loooove working with jennifer. jesse was there, making a huuuuge mess in the bakery. at least he didn't flood anything. oh, my shoe broke. and i was sad. duuuuuude. a hello kitty eraser just fell out of my hair. how incredibly odd. i'm so tired tonight. and my back hurts like NO other. *random capitalized no* oh well. ah, nothing really going on. ooooh ribfest's tomorrow.


ribfest is something the blockers do every year. we've been going for ages. (even when sarah wasn't my aunt... we still went) but now that rob and sarah finally got married, we still go. yeah. so, tomorrow at like, noon, i have to drive up to cedar rapids, and help cook tons of ribs. and i have to RUSH back here, so i can go and be on a waiting list to get a ticket to midsummer nights dream (i'm SO only going for you, missy, so you'd better appreciate all the effort i'm putting into this...)


my e-mail is working again. woooot. i'm gonna go chat in the rentheads.com room (my life is just *too* exciting.)


*megan*

wearing: funny story... spilled soda on my jeans and t-shirt, now wearing a long grey skirt, and a tank top. and flip flops. i'm just so fashionable.


eating: dammit. that's why i went to the kitchen a minute ago, but i forgot to get anything ... hold up, i'll go get something now... score! panera cookies. yay panera! panera rules! and i'm not just saying that because i work there! woo.


on winamp: everclear, sunflowers. (i'm in an old school everclear mood.... yay sparkle and fade.) oh, and after that, we have... atavistic viking, nsync, the spice girls, amsterdam and no doubt. could i get anymore random?


feeling: good lord, i'm going to change imood before i do anything else... sheeeesh. yeah, so i have SO much energy right now. more than anything i want to jump on my bike and ride for a few miles. but i suspect my parents would frown on that, since it's like... 1:30am. whatever.


thoughts: cookies rule. (welcome to "deep thoughts, with megan"). yes, there are an overabundance of little bugs crawling on my moniter. i saw a spider on the keyboard earlier today, and wrecked havoc upon the computer desk. many casualties. but, the spider survived, he was last seen climbing the wall behind my bookshelf.


gooood god. as renata put it... everyone and their mother is starting a jake manabat website. sheeeesh! and i'm supplying pictures to all of them. *sniffle* i put my faith on renata for having the site that doesn't suck. but yeah. i'm trying to be nice to annoying newbies. *controls rage towards newbies* i can remember when i was that annoying, and people were nice to me... so yeah. but yeah, jake is "cute as toast and twice, if not thrice, as crunchy." *random plug* Time Fies! renata's line diaries site. yeeah.


oh, renata put the skanky family up on sims exchange... it's the evil twin family. meagna, reanta, curti and ekni (evil twins of me, renata, curtis, and elmo) so, go see them! The Skanky Family wooot. the photo album kicks a lot. especially the picture of curti kicking the pink yard flamingo (get it? it kicks? kicking? i'm so clever...*sigh* nevermind...)


*thinking* i'm tired. but sooo full of energy. ooh, i was talking to kait, about her AWESOME rent in nyc experience... Dean as Mark and Chad as Roger. luckiest girl in the world (could only get better if like, scott and curtis randomly came together as mark and roger). anyhow, during light my candle, apparently, when chad picked up the stash he almost dropped it, and was like tossing it around and trying to catch it and stick it in his pocket. so, the lines go... mimi: "what's that?!" *meaning, the thing he just picked up...* roger: "oh, a candy bar wrapper" *hides it in pocket*... only it was more "a *flail juggle flail toss catch* candy bar wrapper *meek look*" heeehe. yeah, i'm easily amused. it's great. i will never turn to drugs, because i get buzzed off of like, pepsi. and it only takes something vaguely amusing to occupy me for hours. woot.


i'm out of things to say :( goodnight.


*megan*

wearing: jeans and a my little pony shirt... and my old falling apart birks.


eating: nothing, drinking a dr. pepper.


on winamp: new kids on the block, step by step (oooh baby, gonna get to you giiiiiiirl) woot.


feeling: went to see a not so good play tonight, when i could have gone to see the ypc show, but my mom made me go to the summer rep show because i'd made those plans first. so now i don't get to see the ypc show. *sigh* sorry missy!


thoughts: *thinks* i don't really have anything to say. the show tonight at summer rep was really bad. it was the third of the three shows they did, and the other two were way better. yeah, escape from happiness kicked ass... risk everything and zastrozzi weren't too good though. ah well. i just scanned and uploaded like 8 jake things for someone who's starting a jake manabat website. they're all eternally grateful now *is merry*. yay for people being eternally greatful and linking to curtiscregan.com!


bravenet is satan. the rentheads chat is down, because bravenet is satan. *sob* i have nothing to do with my sad pathetic life now! *snifflesob* ah, well at least i'm talking to del, so that's all good. *thinks some more* i want to watch a movie! really, i do! but, we don't have any movies rented right now... maybe i'll just go to the kitchen and make some food. that'd be productive of me...


*megan*


note: i totally forgot to put things in bold. airhead much? anyhow, editing it now to fix it, and posting a new entry in a few.

wearing: jeans and a skanky dark blue tank top


eating: a cheese stick *sob* i was reheating chicken in the microwave, but it exploded.


on winamp: nothing. *sob*


feeling: yeah, i should go change imood.


thoughts: *gasp* curtis smokes! *feels the need to write him a long e-mail telling him that he shouldn't do that* i frown on smoking. MORE than frown on smoking. if someone dares to light up in my car, i stop and tell them to get out. if one of my friends is stupid enough to smoke around me, i will remove the cigarette from their mouth and put it out. *sigh* curtis, if you happen to read this, i disaprove of your smoking (yeah, he's gonna read this and be like "ha, what do i care?" ) aaaanyhow.


i had something else to say when i opened blogger. but i've forgotten now. oh well. renata and i are in the rentheads.com chat, bitching about people we don't like. yeah, we've moved on to nonsensical arguments... observe...


<~renata~> i am the eggman
<*megan*> i'm the walrus, so there
<~renata~> bitch
<~renata~> do you wanna go?
<*megan*> *is the walrus, will kick your ass*
< emily > can't we all live in a yellow submarine and be happy?
<~renata~> *hits megan over the head with a hunk of norwegian wood*


good times. now we're talking about matt caplan and joshua kobak gigs. www.mattcaplan.com and www.joshuakobak.com woooot! the tour schedule's on joshua's site. it's all up to date. unlike some punk folk singers i can think of... *cough*stuart*cough* but yeah.


we've moved on to bitching about how savannah won't answer her e-mails. *hiss*. aaaanyhow. today i went and saw legally blonde. LOVED it. if only because i'm very stereotypical blonde. then we went to emily's house and played sims. it was awesome. i made a rick, renata, ryan, chelle, melody, megan, and elmo house. and no one would sleep in their own beds. and i made rent families, and mark kept hanging out at our house, playing with the ferrets. on renata's rent sims game, maureen got elected mayor, and her and joanne adopted a daughter (named melody), only, maureen had to give up being mayor due to a scandal. *amused*


blogger is confusing me. like... soooo much. ah well.


*megan*

wearing: jeans and a blue space dyed tank top...


eating: a panera cookie. mmmmm breakfast. (anyone who points out that it's 2:15.... yeah, shut up.)


on winamp: stuart. *thinks* what song is this? it's not loud enough to hear.... ah, mermaid. it's almost over though, i think that transpersonal cowboy is next.


feeling: achy. *whines* someone needs to give me a backrub.


toughts: nothing has happened since my last entry. i went to bed... woke up this morning... rick called me and was like "my computer's broken!" and i was like "now, i'm the least likely person in the world who could *fix* that... but... i'll feel sorry for you!" i think he fixed it though. sorta. whooo knows. ah. i think i'm gonna burn a couple cds. so, i'm gonna get offline, call my dad and ask for money, and burn some cds, and take a shower. though, damn, rick just came back. now i have to stay and talk to him. ah well, i'll set up the stuff i wanna burn, and call my dad later. yes.


*megan*
yeah, so my e-mail is still taking days and days to recieve or send mail. so if you feel like you e-mailed me, and i'm ignoring you, i'm not. unless you're ryan, ryan's so gross, i'd never respond to his e-mail. ;) but yeah, try sending it to forkhater... and maybe i'll get another e-mail... whatever.

wearing: khakis, a popples tank top, a green button down shirt and sneakers. my work clothes (note, i originally type slothes instead of clothes...)


eating: dude, NSYNC fruit snacks!


on winamp: roxette, joyride (it's a bad song that's good!)


feeing: amused, tired, gross (my clothes are all covered with dried mop water)


thoughts: worked from 4 to close today. fun times. jesse and seth flooded the back dishwasher area, and everyone made fun of them. good times. ah, i got distracted while making a latte, and poured steamed milk all over the counter. and jesse was like "could you BE any blonder?" and i was like *sob*. and, when i made fun of the flood in the back room, he pushed a cart at me and i got stuck in a corner. *sob* but it's all good. i love closing, it's all fun and amusing. and luke mopped... only, he NEVER wrung the mop out, he just like... flooded the front area too. and my shoes don't handle water well, so i'm like "hey, who got all this water... AAAAAHHH *slides all they way across the bakery*" yeah. panera rules.


rick's whining at me because i'm ignoring him and blogging. he told me to go blog myself. *shrug*


i want to go back to the rentheads chat, but it always kills my computer. which isn't cool. so, i'll just read the boards later.


renata's been playing oregon trail, and naming everyone in her party after rent characters. she's like "roger got like, scarlet fever, dystentery, and a few otherrandom diseases ...and then he got lost, but we found him and then mimi got sick a bunch of times too, and then mark got "unknown ailment" and so did joanne, i'm thinking maureen made them drink gasoline *nods* " i'm vastly amused.


sheeeesh! the volume levels on these mp3s are psycho. the stuart one i was listening to just ended and blink 182 (they're fisher price, my first punk band) came on and it was hella loud. and i was like "AAAAAAH!" and it scared the cat. ooh, ryan's online. i thought that AIM was just making noise for the hell of it, but it was ryan.


i had so much i wanted to blog about. and i was thinking about it on the way home from work. and dammit, now i can't remember any of it. oh, except, my e-mail isn't working too well *sob* like, it takes a week for me to get anything. so everyone should just like... regular mail me. it'd be faster. *sigh* yeah, use forkhater@aol.com . . . or... yeah, i don't remember my other e-mails. sad. ah, so i have way the hell too many ims. and everyones like "STOP IGNORING ME!" and i'm like "*sob* i'm blogging, bite me!"


anyhow...


*megan*

wearing: same thing as before, only i took my flip flops off.


eating: nothing at all. . . i had some cherry gummi things a minute ago. they were so gross, but so good.


on winamp: nothing. *sniffle*


feeling: amused.


thoughts: there's a newbie on the rentheads boards... who cannot be for real. like, it has to be freud of travis fucking with everyone. MAN, this newbie (whose posting name is "MarkIsSexxy") was in the chat, and prompty asked "is anyone in here gay??" and renata and i were like "we're very happy, thanks for asking" and i mentioned keith's "GRANDMA, I'M GAY!" "oooh, i'm glad you're happy dear" anecdote.. and she was like "are you making fun of gays?!" and we were like "ah, no, this is the rent chat room, do you think that of all people, *we'd* be making fun of anything like that? *sigh* "yes, we love rent, but are totaly homophobes" *sigh* oh well. and now sh'es like, bashing us on the boards. only she's calling me and renata "that mehgan girl, and rentala" i'm SO going to call renata rentala from now on. she'll prolly kick me if i do though. oh well.


i should stop blogging and go back to the chat, because i'm ignoring everyone to blog. i'm such a bad person *sob* wait, no i'm not... well, i am, but not for ignoring everyone ^_^;; ah yes. kait elmo and renata have sucked me into the anime smilies...


*megan*

wearing: jeans and my rose petal place shirt.(i loved that show so much when i was like... five) oh, and dammit all... i just spilled orange soda on my shirt.


eating: well, drinking orange soda. and i just had a cookie that my sister baked, but it was hella bad.


on winamp: i've got the stuart davis playlist up (all the mp3s i've made from cds, and have on my computer for convience, but don't share on kazaa or other wannabe napsters... i only share the ones that are on twistedmystic...) but, there are also some random songs i mixed in with the playlist, and i'm listening to elvis costello, i don't want to go to chelsea.


feeling: tired. i had to wake up early to call rick and wake him up. he claims that i called him at 4:00am, but i SWEAR i called at 7:00. because i meant to call at 6:30, but i couldn't bring myself to get out of bed until 7... but, i'm always tired, so whatever. i'm feeling very happy because i just went shopping with my dad, and he bought me food to eat for the next week or so. yay food! (rick can confirm that there was no food here, aside from graham crackers, club crackers and tuna.)


thoughts: i *just* e-mailed stuart. and i didn't proofread it at all before i sent it, so there are prolly a bunch of misspellings and whatnot, and such. . . but yeah. rick came over today, on his way home from renata's (shh, don't mention that iowa city isn't actually on his way home...). it was really cool to finally meet him. he could make his car start with his keychain... like, from inside. and it confused my dog (and my dad when he got home). rick left reeeally late (like 2... he was supposed to leave at like... noon) and then my dad took me grocery shopping because he realized that i haven't been eating anything except crackers.


then... i came home and realized that my copy of sixteen nudes isn't signed. and got all bitter because i'm a moron and forgot to take it with me to the show last night. *sigh* i'll just have to remain bitter until the next time i see stuart. ah. i dont' know what day it is. hope it's not tuesday... because if it is, i'm supposed to call jane and go to yoga with her... oh, my sister says it's monday. but damn, i work tomorrow. so no yoga class *hiss*. and the next class after that is thursday... and i'm going to see "risk everything" at the summer rep theatre. *sigh* gotta wait til next week.


i've been ranting about the new rent tour, and upcoming stops... so, for all my friends who are going to want to make a rent road trip (note, i initially typed toadtrip) anyhow, for my friends who wanna go see it, these are the stops i'm prolly going to. there's also one in peoria, but i won't be able to make that one.
so, non equity rent stops...
10/02/2001-10/03/2001 Muncie, IN: Emeans Auditorium (BSU?) (opening! i'm gonna try to go... like, do everything in my power to go)
10/09/2001-10/11/2001 Ames, Iowa: Iowa State Center at Iowa State University (this is the stop that chelle's going to be at... and since it's also the stop closest to iowa city... i imagine most people'll wanna go to this one...)
10/19/2001-10/20/2001 Cedar Falls, IA: Gallagher-Bluedorn Performing Arts Center
... (there're a few stops in here i *might* go to...but yeah... there's a one night stop in columbia missouri, but it seems so far to go for one night)
6/17/2002 - 6/23/2002 Kansas City, MO: Music Hall (yay long stop! yay school'll be out by then! yay kansas city being where *nina* and rick live!)
these are all sort of randomly unoffical, because skanky troika (the non equity company...) hasn't released the schedule. these dates were all compiled from the boards, and various rentheads. so woo.


ah, i'm bored. i'll blog more later.


*megan*

ah, this is just a random post, reviewing megan and renata terminology :)


cheese it crust - a way of saying jesus christ. say cheese it crust fast. sounds like jesus christ, eh? yeah, renata and i started that at Rent in St. Paul. whooo knows why...
skanky lemon - either an insult or a compliment. you never really know.
*sob* - an oft use form of expressing sadness or annoyedness.... usually regarding the bravenet web chat.
*hiss* - we hiss at things a lot. this also originated in St. Paul.
*frowl* - a frown and a growl. all rolled into one convienent expression of frowningandgrowling. oh, and scowling.
*rawr* or *rowr* - either anger, or "he's (or she's) hot" it depends.
herd - hero. this is from renata's awful handwritting. often associated with curtis, and "who's your herd, or someone you admire?"


there is so much more that i can't remember now *sob* oh well. la-la-la-life goes on. and... i'm a bit concerned that i appear to be a twit to those who read my blog. wait, i ammend that. i am a twit... but not in a horribly bad way. you just need to get used to it. *nods* and hey, i'm blonde, give me a break!


*megan*
i have a feeling i'm going to update many times in the next day or so...

wearing: jeans, a tank top (from the gap... i'm such a yuppie *sob*), and my comfy grey confusing sweater.


eating: ice cream. i dont' even *like* ice cream.


on winamp: stuuuuuuuuuart davis. (oooh, big surprise... none of you were expecting that!)


feeling: quite merry, thank you for asking.


thoughts: i'm not mad at ben anymore. which makes me slightly mad... it's just too hard to stay angry with him, i don't have that kind of control. oh well. ah, stuart concert tonight. amazing. need i say more? no, i don't need to say anymore, he was incredible and i should leave it at that. BUT, it's me, so i'm going to give some interesting little concert deeetails for those of you *cough*bryan*cough*, who missed out. ok, he played.... (get ready, long list a comin)


ok, first, a song i *know* i've either heard, or read the lyrics to, but can't find now that i want to know about it... yeah. i liked it
Invention (apparently new...)
Penguins (i loooove this song, and am very bitter about it not being on the latest cd...)
Elizabeth Ascends (i think this was the first stuart song i heard live... ah, memories)
Windmills and Wheatfields (the song that i frightened matt d. with)
Fall Awake (an interesting version... involve water exploding out of the ceiling, good times good times...)
Ladders
Savoring Samsara
Invincible (*sob* i'm getting better about not being all weepy during this song. it's ben's god damn fault for relating it to something that makes me cry)
Eight Days in the Lotus
Nothing in Between (woooot!).
then, he took a break, and i bought a copy of 16 nudes for emily, and got it signed...
Kid Mystic
Caravan
I need (i would like to mention how much i love ferrets. especially my ferret, who is cleverly named... Ferret.)
Love Causes Cancer (this song means a lot to me for some unknown reason.)
Doppelganger (missy was like "i SWEAR i've heard this before!" and i didnt' realize it, but i was playing it on the way to the mill... and she was with me, so yeah)
Mercy
Swim
Eclipse
Seven Wonders of the Soul (another song that sticks out as being one of my first stuart songs...)
Infinity Hymn (clancy's favorite... i think?)
Amsterdam (god, i love this song sooo *so* much.)
Jonah (i considered calling renata and her party in illinois, but thought people would find it odd if i were holding a cellphone up to the speakers. but, i thought about renata while he was singing it!)
Rockstars and Models (he wore ben's shirt on his head for the duration of this song. very stylish. oh, and if this "video disguised as a song" ever becomes a video, i so wanna be in it)
Giving In (my mom's favorite stuart song)
It's all Just Because (ok, hilarious! it was "it's all just because of canadians" when he sang "mercilessly murdered by CANADIANS!" i nearly died, i immediatley thought of ryan, and lisa and dave and fatima... and all my canadian rent people. good times)
Transpersonal Cowboy (love this song tons)
a song from kid mystic, can't think of the name. or maybe it's from bright apocalypse. i could sing the whole song for you, but i cannot remember the name, and am too lazy to lean over and get my cd and check.
Mermaid
Veronica (YES! i soooo wanted some elvis costello songs... but, if i could only hear one... def. veronica. it's always been one of my favorite songs, so yeah. and i requested it at the break, so it made me quite joyous.)
aaaah, a song i forgot to write down...
and, finished with Your House.


and that, was the stuart concert. made it through with only one broken guitar string (that's a record...), ah, hid water in the ceiling, talked to stuart after the show, someone who reads this... remind me to e-mail him. oh, and damn. i forgot to tell him i started yoga, and it is incredible. cheeeeese it crust! yes, much fun was had by all. the end. (yeah, like that's really the end of my ranting. anyone who knows me knows that i'll be at it again tomorrow)


ah, *thinks* has anything else happened today? oh, rick called me from renata's while i was driving home, and my mom got to witness my driving when under the influence of the cell phone. *sigh* i'm a bad enough drive to begin with, so you know, i really don't like talking while driving, but it's rick.


the benny tour of rent closes tonight. it is a SAD day. seriously. i've cried twice. my tour! my bennies! they're gonna be gone... *sob* i will miss them greatly, and the new tour had better kick some major ass, or i will be deeply saddened.


goodnight!


*megan*

wearing: pajamas *yawn*


eating: had a pop tart about ten minutes ago... whenever i eat pop tarts, i'm reminded of something that elmo said... along the lines of "i burned my hand today, reaching into the oven to get a pop tart... ya know, i guess that's why they call them pop tarts, not reach-in-and-get-em tarts..."


on winamp: moulin rouge, come what may


feeling: tired... because stupid rick just called and woke me up! no, i'm not tired, and i love you rick! i'm... sad that i'm not going to normal.


thoughts: blah, rick just called, he's on his way to renata's. and he's like "just drive down here! and... drive back tomorrow morning early enough for your mom to take your car to work!" that would be like... leaving renata's at 2 am... and not getting there until like... 10pm. i wish i could. *sob* if it were possible, i'd do it, but it just won't work. ah well.


*coughes* so, my five random questions... let's see, renata, rick, casey, missy, emily, jane, janey, .... anyone who reads this... abi, nic (yeah, nic only reads it like... once a month and abi's in nyc... but whatever) ah, let's see, we know ben doesn't read this... you all need to send me your five questions! it's for your own good! i swear! i dunno. *sob* i'm in dire need of mail. ooh, erin reads this! aw but she's off in like... drum major land or something. *sob*


oh, an amendement to my five favorite songs.... actually, not so much an amendment... but... yeah, i'm gonna add one more... "Moulin Rouge, Come What May. woot.


good lord, someone needs to tell my mother that she can't sing. *sob*


i'm bored now. i want to go take a shower, but my mom is like, flipping out over me staying downstairs and watching the dog. i have no idea why... but, whatever. i'm gonna go take shower, since she just decided to watch her movie down here... so the dog can have his freedom.


*megan*

wearing: jeans and a tank top.


eating: nothing, i just had a baked potato though.


on winamp: noooothing at all. but i'm downloading some songs... namely new kids on the block stuff, joyride, and spice girls.


feeling: ok. mad at my mom, for just being stupid. example: *cat jumps on counter* "GET DOWN! GET OFF THE COUNTER!!" *cat doesn't even look up* "GEEEET DOOOOOOOWN!!!!" *cat continues not caring* it's like... ah, he DOESN'T care that you're yelling at him. so, maybe, stop?


thoughts: i'm tired. went to see moulin rouge again... oh! i SO posted this morning. and it's SO not here. *sob* stupid blogger. though, that may have been when i accidentally knocked the phone off the hook and disconnected... so maybe it's more... stupid megan.... oh well. *is sleeeeeeepy*


so, yeah, went to the 6:45 showing of moulin rouge with janey and andrea. good times. both of them liked it. andrea's comment amused me greatly, right as it ended, she's like "i liked it! it was funny!" and we both just looked at her... as the ending isn't funny at all... and she thought for a second and was like "well, except for all the sad parts... those weren't funny". oh, i wanted to kill the people who were behind us, they got up at least three times during the movie, and managed to bump the backs of our heads every time. also, SO many people laughed THROUGH el tango de roxanne. i can see laughing at the start of it... but... the song itself, the arrangement, and all that's going on onscreen isn't funny at all. i mean hello. *sighs*. these were the same people who laughed whenever john leguizamo was onscreen... like... because he was short. laughing at him because he's funny is fine. laughing at him because he's short... well, it's not funny... and duh! *is angry at people who were behind us in movie theatre*


ah. stuart davis concert tomorrow! everyone needs to go see him, tickets are $9 at the door. show starts at 7. it's at the mill (which, for you poor deluded people who have never been there... is next to the sheraton down town) it always astounds me when people say they've never been in the mill. it's like... my favorite restaurant... there's good live music... i just don't understand people who only go there for stuart... i mean, i love stuart and all, but there are always great acts there that need attention! *sighs* and the mill has kick ass food. and kristy works there!! *loooooooves kristy* she's an awesome bike riding old hippy. i love her to death. anyhow. stuart concert tomorrow. if you're even remotely interested in what will be an awesome show, im me, or email me at megs@rainbowbrite.org (just click where it says comments) and i'll give you the info and whatnot. also, if you want to go, but can't because you need a ride, tell me, i'll come get you.


nothing else going on tomorrow, if anyone wants to do anything, give me a call. oh. i was going to conduct an experiment, in hopes of getting mail... should i? should i? *asks renata* aaaaaaaaaaaand renata saaaaaaaaaaays. . . . "uh, sure" well, fine then, i'll do it. i have five questions that ... i just wish i knew the answers to. like, for everyone. so... if i want to like... surprise jane by bringing her a video, i know what her favorite movie is. yeah.. just lame stuff like that.


so then, on with the five burning questions!


1. what are your five favorite songs?


2. what is your favorite movie?


3. what is your favorite tv show?


4. what is your favorite restaurant?


5. what is your favorite "hang out" or... just thing to do with friends in your spare time?


so, if you love me, you need to fill this out, just copy it to an e-mail and fill it out... and send it to me. and, people who i KNOW read this... if i dont' get a response from you, there will be hell to pay! *rawr* (that's me being threatening, can you tell?) so, fill it out and seeeeeend it to me!


*is bored, so fills it out for self*


1. Stuart Davis, Nothing in Between; Stuart Davis, Amsterdam; The Beatles... *can't think of a specific song*; Simon and Garfunkel, Mrs. Robinson, The Butthole Surfers, Pepper.


2. Moulin Rouge... or, on video, Mystery Science Theatre 3000 - The Movie, or.. *real* movie on video, Can't Hardly Wait and Empire Records (or anything with Ethan Embry!).


3. Friends


4. The Mill! or... Lou Henri's


5. Coral Ridge Mall. Or Bowling! *loves bowling, is SOOOOOOO bad at it*


the end!


*megan*

wearing: khakis, my arts fest shirt, a green button down shirt, my panera hat and sneakers. (can you tell i just (two hours ago) got off work?)


eating: a chunk of bread from panera.


on winamp: *opens winamp* pepper, butthole surfers. how much do i LOVE this song?


feeling: *is in pain* ooooooooow. my back hurts so much. *sob* i hate work, because it makes my back hurt.


thoughts: really, love work. woot. like, i do NOTHING all day, i skate around on the wet floors with jesse (turns out i went to kindergarten with him, how random is that?), and gossip with jennifer, and occasionally help customers and have the espresso machine explode on me... *hisses at espresso machine* also, i HATE people who are mean... for the sake of being mean. i mean C'MON. sheeesh. dude, i hate the random bakery things that like... aren't under ANYTHING... the register is set up so you choose one of three sweets catergories, and like, they're in semi alphabetical order... only, biscotti randomly doesn't exist on the register! but it's ok really, because no one ever buys it. like, dude, it's so nasty.. "would you like some gross dry sweet bread with your coffee?" yech.


i have more instant messages tonight than EVER. it's INSAAANE. *likes using the caps button*. no one ever ims me. and FIVE people imed me tonight! *feels very loved* anyhow, the point being... i'm going to go and talk to them, rather than blogging, which is really a glorified form of talking to myself....


*megan*


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ok, i know i just posted, but... *is laughing really hard* . so, you'll all heard me rant about skanky tara. and if you're reading this tara, yes, i think you're skanky, get over it. and... renata sent me these links... which amuse me SO much. (especially jeremy's face in the second one.) yes.


Tara and Jeremy


Sara, Jeremy and Tara


and yes, they're links!


*megan*

wearing: jeans and my delicioso shirt ("curtis! estamos delisciosos!" "ah jeeze, you guys and your foreign languages... hrm... yo soy, tengo cubanos!" "uh...yaaay! great spanish curtis!" "danke, danke shoen"


eating: nothing, i just had lunch with missy at big mike's


on winamp: weeeeeezer (with lots of e's) hash pipe.


feeling: soooooo tired. i talked to rick on the phone last night for an hour and forty friggin minutes. we just cannot say goodbye. *sigh* and then, i got up all early. *sniffle*


thoughts: god damn i'm tired. and i wish my mom would go to work already, so i can go for a quick bike ride and get a shower before *i* have to go to work. then, i have to go to ben's partay (though, depending on how i feel, i might not go....). i actually put gas in my car today! woooooo! it made me very happy to have the low fuel light go off. (sure i only put $5 worth in, but yeah)


i'm so uninspired lately. i have nothing to say at all! *sob* like, i haven't done anything all week, so i can't write about it. it's really boring to read "i did nothing again" for every entry. *SIGH* and, i totally don't want to be all angsty. i could totally do angst right now. but i don't really want that being what everyone reads.


oh, the counter's not at 1 hit anymore. that makes me rather happy. but like, the average length of visit is ... like... 2 minutes, so no one's really reading anything *sob* oh well.


*megan*

wearing: jeans and a gap shirt... and flip flops. and i still have crimpy hair.


eating: cheetos.


on winamp: ani difranco, i'm not a pretty girl


feeling: *growl* but yeah.


thoughts: GOD DAMMIT BRYAN! you need to stop leaving in the middle of making me want to say something. i'm going to fucking write you an e-mail now. god i hate writing e-mails. *rants to rick about evil peoples* *deep breathes* anyhow. what i opened the blog for... was to ramble about today. so. here goes.


went to the summer rep. theatre, "escape from happiness" it was actually reeeeeally funny. and there was a madHOTT boy in front of me. so whenever the play wasn't funny, i'm like *gaze at boy* he was (ah, is) SO hot . oooooooh my god. ah, what else... ms. henke was there, and i was like *hide*. yeah, that was pointless.


any ypc people who are reading this... missy and i have having a lunch party at my house. tomorrow. over lunch (confusing, i know). so, on another note, i'm noticing that i have nothign to say. except that i never get any mail. *sob* someone e-mail me and make me feel loved, pleeease?


*megan*

wearing: jeans, a gap shirt, flip flops... oooh and i have crimpy hair. *tosses hair* i feel oh-so-christina aqueilera... or whatever...


eating: nothign *sniffle*


on winamp: nirvana, smells like teen spirit


feeling: much less angsty than last night.


thoughts: i'm really not thinking too much. it's too early in the day for me. i have to vacuum before i can do anything. seriously, there was a note on the table that was like "run the vacuum, just allie's room, your room, my room, study, the wood floors downstairs, the hall and the family room" that's seriously like every room in our house except the bathrooms and the laundry room. blah. i already did the family room and hall way, so now i have to drag the damn vacuum downstairs. i'm ranting to renata about stuart davis. and all of his randomness. wooo. *is going to go vacuum now* so, until next time... or something.


*megan*

wearing: pajamas.


eating: club crackers


on winamp: pepper, butthole surfers. "i don't mind thet sun sometimes and the images it shows, i can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes, cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies. you never know just how you look through other peoples' eyes."


feeling: confuuuuuuused.


thoughts: i'm mad at ben. ben, if you're reading this, i'm pissed off with you. and bryan, i'm sorry! i didn't mean to be mean... i didn't mean... agh. sorry. i am bitter, but, i didnt' mean it that way. not at all. sorry sorry sorry. *SIGH* ok, so ben. agh. mad mad mad. you need to realize that you're popular, and in a way, you're a phony. i'm sorry. really, i am. i'm going to regret writing this. but whatever. you need to hear it. though, hell, you dont read this. maybe someone will tip you off though. anyhow, ben is ALWAYS.... always the center of attention. he's everyone's best friend, he's always entertaining... and he's always having girl problems... which he uses to draw girls *to* him "poor ben, he needs me to be his friend because *insert girl here* just dumped him." sorry if i'm being harsh, maybe it's because i haven't eaten anything but club crackers and am in a bitter angsty mood (may have been the nirvana and angryeverclear i was listening to) anyhow, i'm sorry ben, but i do need to talk to you. and maybe i'll actually come out to you and say "ben, i need ot talk to you" but i bet i won't. maybe by some stroke of luck you'll hear that i'm ranting about you angrily. or not. either way, we'll see.


*megan*

wearing: my NEW blue jeans. from old navy *does fashion model walk* i looooove them so so much! and my neeeeew rose petal place shirt, from hot topic, and my neeeeeeeeew sweater from weather vane, and my neeeeeeeeeeeew socks from gadzooks!


eating: drinking a soda, thinking about getting some graham crackers


on winamp: nothing at the moment, i'm sitting in silence. it's sort of depressing. *turns on winamp* come what may, moulin rouge.


feeling: tired. happy about new clothes. mad at imood for not working. mad at people. mad at stuart davis for having his concert on the 15th. and yeah. *cries*


thoughts: *sigh* am i a total freak to consider missing the concert to go to normal? *sigh sigh sigh* i know there's no way i can work it out. but i totally don't want to be out and about on sunday night. i want to sit somewhere with people who are as insane about rent as i am. and mourn the loss of the bennies. *sob* at least emily's calling me during the show so i can hear part of it *sob*. i'm tired. but i like my new sweater. and my new jeans. and the new maureen jeans i made.


anyhow, my day today... i got up at like 11:00 when my dad called me. and he was like "i'll give you money to go shopping if you clean your room" so i cleaned my room. and went to my dad's at like 2:45 to get money. he gave me $140 and told me to get school clothes. so i went shopping with janey all afternoon. then i took jane home, and went to joanne's fabrics and wal mart and got stuff to fix the holes in all my jeans... then, i came home and made a pair of over the moon jeans, and did some laundry. then ryan called and i was all confused and couldn't find my phone. but i found it, and i thought it was nic, and i was SO confused... because nic's... like... gone. or something. but it was ryan. so i talked to him for a bit... then finished my maureen pants. ah, then i came downstairs and got online. *rereads* god, i'm so boring. and now i'm in the rentheads.com chat room, talking to my rent friends. who i love dearly. *sends love out to all rent friends* i miss everyone so much. i can't wait for the non equity tour to start so i can re-immerse myself in my friends. i'm only minorly bitter that my best friends live far away. stupid rent, making me become friends with people who are all far away.


abi just imed me. said she saw rent tonight and loved it. i'm so taking her along on a couple non equity tour stops. i love abi. i really dont' know which of my friends are going to want to go on non equity treks... i almost hope that abi's the only one i end up taking. *sigh sigh* and maybe a few other rent virgins. i like exsposing rent virgins (yeah, i know abi's not a rent virgin anymore... but shut up) also, my dad's friend's wife, angie, is going to come to ames with us. she's awesome. and chelle's gonna be in ames!! yaaaaaaaay!! ames is going to kick ass. i'm going to do all that i can to be there all three days. *sneeze* blah. i'm tired, maybe i'll update later, but don't hold your breath.


*megan*

wearing: a pink t-shirt and overalls


eating: well, i'm chewing gum, and i might go get a soda in awhile...


on winamp: WWIII (stuart davis, of course.)


feeling: errrrrg. overlying happy mood, but not really happy.


thoughts: some people suck. really. i mean jeeeeeze. maybe i'm just too easily annoyed. like, i think i'm prolly a horrible bitch. and i don't mean to be. it's just that certain people make me so mad. so i take it all out on two (sometimes three) horribly annoying girls on RML. but really, i think they need someone to bitch at them. i mean, they totally thing they are *the* coolest. now, if anyone who doesn't like me is reading this, they're prolly saying "yeah, well you think the same thing" maybe so, but i don't try to flaunt my cool aspects like these people. i mean sheeeeesh. it's like they have picked three things that make them cool, and tell everyone what those things are. yeah.


on a less angsty bitchy note... i watched idle hands today. it was hilarious. i seriously loved it. an not just because seth green was in it. it had some classic moments. i love movies that make fun of horror movies. except like, scary movie. that's just crap. i mean duh. you couldn't pay me to see that.


i'm so bored. oh. my. god. you have no idea. and SHIT i needed to go to panera today and drop off a request for days off. damn damn damn! i'm gonna go to the rentheads.com chat. yeah.


*megan*
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ok, this is just here to say that yeah, i got imood, and i don't understand it yet... and maybe i'll understand it later, but for now, it's in the left column, and i'm still gonna include "feeling" but, like, elaborate on my imood. maybe i'm still just amused my the novelty of a little face thingy.... you never know... i'll prolly get bored with it and get rid of it soon. *shrug*

*megan*

wearing: same as before... only with birks instead of flip flops


eating: a cream soda (yeah, so i'm *drinking* a cream soda, bite me)


on winamp: stuart davis, pipe bomb guru (actually listening to the cd, self untitled)


thoughts: i was watching the x-files, and doggett reminds me of some rogers. he's like "ANGRYROWRANGRYGRRRRRHATEYOUHATEYOUANGRY!" all the time. where as mulder was like "i'm vaguely amused by you, ha." yeah. that's my deep insight regarding the x-files. i'm chatting in the rentheads.com room, so i'm like... totally distracted and paying little to no attention to my blog. but i'm determined to do a full post. there's no one in the chat, it's really pathetic. it's emily and lisa and me. and we're ranting about teenyboppers, and tara the skanky biznitch (that title is courtesy of nic) (have you ever notice that courtesy sounds like curtisy? hrm) my mouse is psycho. it makes me sad. and i'm gonna go and just chat, because blogging while chatting confuses me.

*megan*

wearing: my favorite jeans, my grey longsleeve confusing shirt (the one that looks like it's inside out, but realy isn't...) and flip flops.


eating: a piece of pizza (cheese, from pizza hut) and actually, it's just a chunk of crust that i'm gnawing on


on winamp: a boot of jeremy and karmine, light my candle. it is the best quality boot i've ever heard. i downloaded the mp3 from shani's site... the second she gets back from SF, i'm gonna be like "i will buy you canada if you send me that boot!" *really wants that bootleg..* and dude, if it's this high a quality having been transfered to computer... *maybe* it's a minidisc boot! *prays* i'd love a good *good* boot on cd. ace stopped with the boots... and his were never *that* high quality..


feeling: rather ill. but happy at the same time, but BORED out of my MIND. like, holy cow. and i don't work today, i got confused because the date yesterday was saturday... but i work sunday... *flails*


thoughts: holy shit this is a good boot. like, NO audience noise at all... i want a cast list! if it's jeremy and karmine, ther'es a good chance it's a show i was at... and since shani may have made it... there's a *good* chance it's a midwest show (but then again, you never know with shani, she's everywhere...)


anyhow, since no one cares how awesome this bootleg is... ah... hrm. there's nothing else going on that's interesting. oh, i got emily from the rentheads boards totally hooked on stuart davis. yay for spreading the stuart love. speaking of stuart (and when am i not speaking of stuart...) there's a stuart show on the fifteeenth, and i should get tickets. but goddammit. i'm sick of organzing things and having everyone assume i'm going to facilitate them ticket wise. *sighs* i bet there'll be a hell of a lot of people i don't especially like... but ah well. i'll be ok.


dude, cabaret (the finale) just came on winamp, i LOVE cabaret. and this is ALAN as the emcee. i love alan cumming. he kicks major ass. there's a picture of him from teh broadway bares benefit where he's wearing like leather short shorts and a sparkly t shirt. and has a bunch of money sticking out of his shorts. how emceelike of him. i can't wait to see cabaret again. it's so good....


i wish i had something cool to do today. but i don't. maybe i'll call emily and see if she wanted to take abi to see atlantis. renata said atlantis is confusing and doesn't really have a plot. i'm scared. i don't want to be horribly confused by a disney movie. it'll make me feel stupid *sob*. i really don't like feeling stupid. unfortunatley, i feel stupid a lot. part of me says "maybe you are stupid..." and another part says "it's everyone else who's messed up, you're fine."


*megan*

wearing: roger pants, my rent tank top, a panera hat, and my light blue over the moon socks (as opposed to the dark blue or grey ones...)


eating: a cookie from panera, and drinking a cream soda


on winamp: the man. the myth. the stuart. the davis. nothing in between. (perhaps my favorite song. perhaps.)


feeling: tired, confused,


thoughts: ok, damn. i was all set to write a long post. and my mom just came down and was like "it's after two, go to bed, you have to work tomorrow... yeah, ok, so i work at FIVE PM! whatever. yeah. so i have like five minutes before she comes back and kills me. and i just wanna say... uh, i dunno what i wanna say... i'm sad that nic's gone on his chruch trip... and i'm ... sad that i have to work.. and... i hate closing, and i'm tired. so i'm going to bed. OH, monday's national blonde day! i'm gonna have a partay. well, not really, but if you're blonde, and wanna hang out, call me, and we'll go to the mall and act blonde. *mwah*


*megan*

wearing: my second favorite pair of jeans... they're the same ones i was wearing last night... and i discovered there was a hole in the knee *sob*


eating: an uncle ben's rice bowl. it's really gross.


on winamp: cookie jar, matt caplan (live even!) it's a gooooood song... about always being attracted to the one person (or, like, general group of people) that you can't have... i.e. people who are married or involved with someone else... and he's like "it just keeps happening! i don't *mean* to seduce people!"


thoughts: i love matt caplan. i used to have a lot of pent up rage towards matt. but i'm calming down a lot. especially since he started being nice. and since all of his rabid fans have learned not to talk to me. because it's guaranteed to start a fight if a matt fan is like "megan! matt's the best mark in the *entire world*!!" and i'm like "ah, no. have you seen anyone aside from matt?" "well, no... but, matt's the best!!" then i usually start ranting about scott hunt, and anthony, and everyone who's better than matt. admitedly, matt's really good... but no. *sigh* anyhow, that song ended quite awhile ago, and i'm listening to stuart davis, someone else's ears... trying to find stuart davis, nothing in between. but i think the computer ate it. *sob* AAAAAAAAAAH *soft stuart davis song ends and scott hunt singing 'what you own' incredibly loud begins* that SCARED me... so so so much. this is a bad skippy bootleg that i mp3erized. but still, it kicks ass. especially... because *stifles laughter* it has MATT CAPLAN as ROGER *dissolves in giggles* see, like, renata's the only one who's going to understand this post at all. i wonder if i have any scottmark mp3s with like, a normal roger *looks* *GASP* i don't!!! and rentmp3 is gone! *sob* i'll have to go dig out a scott video. i have three scott video bootlegs. they make me happy, except for one, which has she-who-must-not-be-named playing maureen. (i.e. the SAM).


i realize that i've lost everyone except renata... that last paragraph made no sense... unless you're me, or renata, and maybe... some random rentheads.com people. i'll stop talking about rent. and stuart davis. i swear! but... there's a fanfic i was reading last night! about angel! and it was really gooood! *wants to go finish reading it* but i won't. i'll finish my blog entry first, i promise!


ok, what i did last night: NOTHING. i had the WORST day though. i dont' remember why it was so incredibly bad. but it was. and then i came home and got online... because i have no life *sob* and yeah. oh, i dont' have to work today, i was supposed to work, but panera's computer system is having issues, and doesn't want to include me as an employee. see, even panera's computers hate me. yeah. now, since i don't have to work, i'm considering calling someone to come over and hang out with me. or ... to go hang out with after my mom gets home to watch my sister. ah, last night the cat snuck up behind me and sneezed and it scared me and i dumped popcorn all over. it was sad. *gasps* i didnt' know i had this on mp3!! *listens to anthony rapp song* OH, anthony's going to be in chicago on august 4th. i'm SO going. anyone who wants to trek on over to chicago and spend a day with renata, delanor, kate and kelly, emily... and whichever other midwest rentheads show up... let me know, my car has five seatbelts, and the more the merrier! (no watch, NO one is going to express any interest in coming *sob*) ah well, i'm gonna go take a shower.


*megan*

thoughts: well, i went and made macaroni. but the only kind we had was from christmas... like last year. but it was charlie brown christmas macaroni!!! how could i resist?! so i made it. and ate it. and it made me sick :( but i watched can't hardly wait... and am considering watching it again. my shoulder hurts, really really bad. *sob* and there's no one interesting online *sob*. where *is* eveyrone?? hrm. oooh, i have dr pepper. it makes the world taste better. ok. in.... a half hour... i'm GOING TO BED. because *gasp* i have to work tomorrow *eeeeeeek*

*megan*

wearing: a white dress with red polka dots. i love love love this dress. it manages to make it look like my chest is big and my waist is small ;) though, it keeps breaking *sniffle* the straps are safety pinned on, but it's still my faaaavorite dress.


on winamp: stuart davis, eclipse . . . how much do i LOVE this song?! it kicks so much ass. almost as much as amsterdam.


eating: well, i WISH i was eating mac and cheese, and i might go and make some! but, i'm eating stale chips ahoy cookies right now :)


thoughts: there's a stuart davis concert coming up on the 15th. if you are planning on going let me know, we may have a reserved table... maybe if i love you i'll let you sit with us (us being... me... and like... yeah, no one else has expressed any interest in sitting with me *sob*) but seriously, if you are a stuart davis virgin (i'm thinking.... janey (bring marta!!), nic (you neeeed to see stuart, he rules), missy... and a few others...) anyhow, if you're a stuart virgin, you should come along. he is the most genuine inspiring person i've ever met. he has no doubt changed my life. ah, in other news... jane and my party was tons of fun today, it was very small, because jane and i are lazy and only invited like five people each, but fun nonetheless. we all went to the mall afterwards, then jane and marta and i watched empire records... THEN jane and i made *drumroll* CLAY RENT CHARACTERS!! and we're going to start a business! wooooo. dude, i LOVE my clay mark. and my half finished clay maggie/maureen. but that's for ryan. it's the maureen prototype, so i'm gonna give it to him. later this week we're going to make a trip to dick blick art supplies and get more clay, because I WANT A CLAY ROGER! anyhow. we baked our clay people (first we made a mark... only... he doesn't have glasses yet, and he bears a strange resemblance to nic dressed as mark... yeah. then we made a clay megan. but i dropped her *sob* and broke a leg off... but never fear, i had glue, so it's all goood) so, if you are a renthead reading this (*cough*renata*cough*) let it be known that pocket sized scott hunts are on their way to being made! hrm, i start my new panera job tomorrow... AH be nervous for me... starting things makes me horribly nervous... if you talk to me tonight, wish me luck, and reassure me that i prolly won't like... burn down the mall or anything. hrm.


in about a half hour i'm going to become concerned as to where the hell renata is. i haven't talked to her all day. renata, where are you?! renata honey, i don't get these postcards.... *rambles aimlessly* ah, yeah... also, in a half hour or so, i'm gonna go get myself in on the rentheads.com chat! and maybe read the message boards! ah yes, what an exciting life i lead *happy contented sigh... only not happy or content really* yeah, so i'm BORED tonight, im me! yomegamoo! or icq me!! *rummages for icq number* ah, 63474734 :) well, i'm off!

*megan*
i'm gonna watch can't hardly wait, and eat mac and cheese! and i couldn't be more excited!

thoughts:
yes... it's true... i'm writing a *real* entry! how long has it been?! sheesh!


so, what's up... let's see, jane persons and i have having a party tomorrow morning for the coralville 4th of july parade, everyone's invited!! so come! call me if you have any questions about time or how to get there or anything (321-1112). sorry it's late notice, and i haven't really told anyone except like... nic, and... jane widness... and... like.. ben. but yeah. and i think i told ryan, but since he's in vancouver and whatnot, i bet he won't come. actually... i think i told more people, i just don't remember... i'll call some more people tomorrow. ooooh hey, i got a job at panera, go me! i don't have much to say right now, unless you want to hear me talk about my mom's horrible mood today, or the story that kait and i are writing (which is on here, so duh, betcha don't want me to talk about that) so, i PROMISE i'll post later tonight...


*megan*

really amusing bad rentfic written by kait and me.. mocking all the angsty slashy rentfic's we've read (or written (-; )


ok, this all stared with a "story starter" from renata, who was trying to get people to post. and kait and i were talking about how she'd make it all angsty and slashy . . .


renata's story starter:
Mark stared at the open can of olives. He liked olives. Particularly
black ones. One by one, he put an olive on each finger. Delightedly,
he ran into the next room. "Roger!! Roger, look!"


megan:
"as mark happily ate the olives off his fingers, he gasped, seeing roger pull out a stash, choking on the olive, mark fell to the floor, unconcious"\


kait:
"he choked on the olive and started to suffocate. Roger, because he's not to bright, thought that Mark was already dead and killed himself for being so selfish."


megan:
"just then, mimi ran in,"you guys!! maureen's caught in the subway tracks! come quick!!" seeing roger dead, and mark on the floor, obviously choking... and with olives on all but one finger, she moved over to mark and gave him the heimlich, the olive shot out and bounced off of roger's lifeless body"


kait:
"Mimi pulled Mark out of the loft to follow her without explaining. When they were halfway there, Mark finally asked what was wrong. "Maureen's caught in the subway tracks!" she exclaimed. Mark paused to consider this. "How long ago did she get caught?" "About ten minutes." "Mimi...trains run every five..." "


megan:
"mimi's face lost what little color it had, "then mark... that means..." mark fell to his knees holding his head in his olive fingered hands, "of if only you'd gotten there sooner... and if only roger wasn't such a moron! and if only... if ONLY I HADN'T EATEN THAT OLIVE" sobbing, mimi grabbed his hand and continued to pull mark towards the subway station, "we have to TRY to save her! we have to!" see, mimi wasn't to bright either..."


kait:
""This is all Roger's fault!" Mark sobbed as he followed Mimi down the stairs to the subway station, because of course *everything* is Roger's fault and everyone knows that."


megan:
"meanwhile... back in the loft, roger wasn't really dead! being that he's not too smart, he had failed in killing himself, cutting the *top* of his wrist rather than the bottom. in additon the that flaw, he had attempted to use mimi's ladybic razor, which was old, and not horribly sharp"


kait:
back at the subway station..."Oh my God! Mark Look!! There she is! She's okay!" Maureen was indeed okay, standing off to the side, plastered against the wall. She smiled at Mark and Mimi, and ran to greet them as the train finally pulled away. "MAUREEN!" shouted Mark. "Don't touch that third rail!" *FIIZZ!!* Too late.


megan:
"well, damn" said mark. together, he and mimi stood sobbing as police officers tried to control the crowd that had gathered to point and gawk at maureen, just then, roger came running down the stairs, looking for mark, who he thought to be dead. seeing mark and mimi in an embrace, he immediately assumed mimi was cheating again, and ran back out onto the street"


kait:
"Mark saw Roger run down and up the stairs over Mimi's shoulder. He gasped. Roger was DEAD!! He quickly let go of Mimi and ran after Roger to see where he was going. Mimi ran after Mark because...well, she felt like it. God, does everything everyone does have to be validated for you people?! Mark finally caught up with Roger. "Roger!" he cried. "I thought you were dead!!" Roger replied by socking him in the jaw. "But...but...why? Roger, can't you see I LOVE you??!" he sobbed from the ground."


megan:
"roger looked at mark... "no, i saw you... i SAW YOU, with MIMI, how could you mark, how could you!?" just then, mimi caught up, it had taken her longer because, as usual she was wearing three inch stilletto heeled boots... "roger... what the hell are you doing? and mark?! i thought you were seeing steve!!" realizing that she'd just let mark's secret slip, she clapped a hand over her mouth "i mean... uh... "


kait:
"Mark's lower lip trembled as his secret was let out. He burst into hysterical tears. Awww...how cute! Um..erm...I mean sad. "It's true! But he's using me!! It's lust, only lust, nothing REAL, not like what Roger and I feel for each other!! I'm sorry, Mimi, but what we have is--" Mark looked up at that moment. Roger and Mimi, so excited to find that they weren't cheating on each other, were making out. Mark frowled."


megan:
"just then, joanne ran up to them "hey guys, have you seen maureen" being that mark was in a bad mood, he simply grumbled "yeah, she's over there, in the subway"


kait:
""thanks Mark!" Joanne said cheerfully as she ran off to the subway. Mark 'hmph'ed and crossed his arms, glaring at Roger and Mimi as they broke apart. "Wait a second...the subway...you guys were in the subway..." Roger muttered, rubbing his temples as if trying to stimulate deep thought, even tho that was impossible. "A secret rendevous! You're all cheating on me with Maureen!!" Mimi rolled her eyes and bitchslapped, Roger, walking after Joanne and grumbling about guitar playing and loss of brain cells."


megan:
"roger looked around, confused by everything (manely would be very good as this roger) "mark, are you cheating on me with maureen?" mark grumbled angrily "well, if you'd ever pay attention to me roger... maybe i wouldn't be so tempted to go back to her. mimi was right when she said you were afraid to commit!" roger looked around "hey, where'd mimi go? wasn't she just here? kissing me? huh?"


kait:
"Mark sighed heavily. Why was he in love with Roger again? He honestly couldn't remember, except that it had something to do with hot pants, Frank Sinatra, and an oven-roasted turkey. Oh well. It didn't really matter, it was just a ConvenientPlotDevice, after all. "Roger, I can't believe you sometimes! I sit here pouring my heart out to you and all you can think about is Mimi!" Mark sobbed. "Um...yeah...so...do you know where she is?" Mark screamed and threw an olive at Roger."


megan:
"roger caught the olive and ate it. "jeeze man, if i'd known you were gonna be so emotional i wouldn't have asked... hey, you're a little worked up about mimi, are you sure she's not cheating one me with you?" mark rolled his eyes at roger "are you a total dolt?! i'm dating steve! you know, the guy with the diva shirt and poofy hat from the life cafe, not mimi!!" roger looked confused, "but, i thought you still loved maureen..." mark sighed "well, see, i love maureen, but steve's just so... well good, you know what i mean... but you... oh roger, i live for you!!" roger looked confused again "so dude, you're bi? i SO never would have guessed!"


kait:
"Mark was about two seconds away from killing Roger again, when Mimi came running out of the subway entrace. Well, sort of wobbling on her heels, but you get the point. "Mark! Roger! Anyone! Help!" Mark and Roger exchanged a look. "Deja vu..." Mimi hobbled up to them. "It's Joanne! She's so overcome with grief she's threatening to kill herself!" "Do you think they'll give us a group discount at the funeral home?" Mark mused. Mimi blinked at him. "Um, I mean, we have to stop her!"


kait:
they all ran towards the subway, except mimi, who hobbled after, cursing her boots, when the arrived, they saw that joanne had pulled a letter opener out of her breif case and was holding it to her neck, sobbing, mark yelled to her "joanne, i didnt' want to tell you this... but maureen's been cheating on you!! with ..." he took a deep breath "alexi... " joanne looked at him, astounded...


megan:
they all ran towards the subway, except mimi, who hobbled after, cursing her boots, when the arrived, they saw that joanne had pulled a letter opener out of her breif case and was holding it to her neck, sobbing, mark yelled to her "joanne, i didnt' want to tell you this... but maureen's been cheating on you!! with ..." he took a deep breath "alexi... " joanne looked at him, astounded...
YomegaMoo: they all ran towards the subway, except mimi, who hobbled after, cursing her boots, when they arrived, they saw that joanne had pulled a letter opener out of her breif case and was holding it to her neck, sobbing, mark yelled to her "joanne, i didnt' want to tell you this... but maureen's been cheating on you!! with ..." he took a deep breath "alexi... " joanne looked at him, astounded...


kait:
"Maureen is cheating on me?" Roger asked slowly. Mark smacked the back of his head pretty hard. "No you MORON!!! You're not DATING Maureen, Joanne is." "And...?" Roger asked slowly, trying hard to discern Mark's point. "And thus she's cheating on Joanne, not you!" Mark shouted. Roger took a moment to digest this. "Oh. Okay." Joanne, meanwhile, was furious. "I'll get that little Asian harlot if it's the last thing I do!" Mark was going to try and stop her, but frankly, Alexi got on his nerves."


megan: