p.s.

everyone at work makes fun of how i talk. "yeah, i know, right?" "oh gurl..." "haaay" "you wanted it here, yes?" (adding yes? and eh? to the end of sentences... agh.) "awww jeeze." "oh dear" "oh my" .... among others. apparently i talk really weird. according to EVERYONE there.... *sigh*

sleepy...

just got home from work. good day. anthony and i demonstrated our inability to count... and anthony caused a thing of gravy to explode. v. exciting. made many pizzas. fun time had by all. got to see colin (tweedledum) but not jon (tweedledee) also found out i'm going to have to work til 1:30 on saturday (well, i actually offered, since there was craziness... but yeah). so, annnndrea... sorry! leaving at 1:30 instead of noon. i got us a bobble head for the ride to make it up to you...... i'm so amused that we're going to "detroit" because... we're actually going to like... EVERYwhere remotely near detroit. hee.


and as for alex. i didn't SAY that it was roger's guitar. now did i?? (i actually made stratocasters because i had a picture of a stratocaster and i made the drawing based on that.... because i have no idea what guitars really look like.... aside from the general shape...) also, i imagine roger's guitar isn't really three times as big as him... (it's mini roger.) maybe i won't give you your shrinky dinks now. huh, whaddaya think about THAT? aw, no, i wouldn't do that. besides, i even made roger with hair like yours, instead of spikes.


now, i'm home, and there's nooooo one here. and i'm sad and lonely *sniffle*


i need to make a who's who of work people now. bah. neverending, stupid who's who. i actually updated it quite a bit, but am too lazy to upload it, because smart ftp is a JERK. and wants to upload the first thirty two kb of everything... then stop. grrr.


am going to go watch a movie and prolly fall asleep. i'm QUITE tired after staying up talking to alex, and listening to everyone rant about the gaaaay draaaaaama. oh gurl.

shrinky dinks!!

i just made like, a BILLION shrinky dinks with my sister and her friend. i made three fender stratocasters, a roger, a mark, a maureen, a mimi (she melted into herself in the oven and had to be thrown away though...) aaaand a couple of shrinky dinks of drawings of mine. they're all SO cool. i'm gonna give the roger and a guitar to alex. THIS WEEKEND. wooot.



i think that's my all time favorite picture. us, in des moines, just before missy left. *Sigh*

woot!

i haven't been up this early in FOREVER... (unless it's been still up.... in which case i've been up this LATE quite a bit...)


alright. comments are down, because the world hates me... grrr. and my email is still waging war on aim. i don't know why....


ok. so i'm goin to work. alex and kyle need to both email me about this weekend.... and, i got erin's comment on my LJ!! (kyle's erin, not my erin) we ARE purse twins! wooot!!


i love bree sharp. dirty magazine is the best song ever.

quick blog... then bed.

work at nine tomorrow morning. boo. who's gonna want pizza at ten. i mean, really. oh well


so. i may be going to detroit this weekend with aaaaaaaandrea. it depends on a couple things, such as work, and being able to get to butler to drive home... (or, i could just remain in detroit forever. but i dont' want to do that.)


so, moral is... kyle, email me.


gooooodnight!


p.s. nothing exciting happened today anyways... so don't feel like me going to bed early deprived you of anything.

p.s.

i need to go see 28 days later again... i'm always much better the second time through with scary movies.... (the doesn't mean i won't spend the whole movie clinging to whoever's next to me, and making little scared noises every time something startling happens... because, i'm such a wimp i NEVER stop doing that. i still do that when i watch scream. which i've seen like, at least 100 times.)


in other news i've just been informed that ryan's in jail.... in polk county (des moines! that's where i was yesterday! ...)


i was gonna go to patrick's after i went out to north liberty, but like, everyone in the world's over there..... so i dunno. *antisocial*

aaaaaaaaaawwww

i heart my comments! those are two of the best comments ever! *hearts* one from aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaandreeeeaaaaaaaaaaa and one from scott-who-i-love-because-i've-never-talked-to-him!!! they're so great. *heart heart*


but alas, i cannot stay here to discuss the comment love.... though, i don't wanna leave, because i'm listening to some josh kobak, and loving it. freedom, and the police officer/motorcycle/rent story. awww. i heart joshy. and matty. i wish they'd tour through to iowa again. i'll get them a gig at the mill if they'll come. heck. or gabe's since that's usually where they play... (all two times..) but i don't like going to gabe's except for last call.... or to look for rachel, or to just cause a general scene. (which you'll do walking into regular bars with two drag queens... we were really lacking on forethought there....)


i had NO mail. *cries* except for hot or not mails from some guy in nebraska. who wants me to call him.... because email is impersonal... and i'm like "um. hi, who are you?"


my exciting plans for tonight are..... studio! (treye dj's tonight. i haven't seen that boy in like.... four days. i miss my husband) aaaaaaaaand.... UPDATING THE WHO'S WHOOOOOOO! (which is already out of date. grrr. i'm gonna have to update it like, twice a week to keep up with stuff. )


man. i forgot how much i LOVE josh. (i rediscovered my matt love earlier this week. i need to go download some more of his stuff though....)

aaaaarrrr

just got home from pirates of the caribbean with erin. GOOD movie. i LOVED it. and, i LOVE orlando bloom. *rawr* he's so foxy.


the end. i'm exhausted and going to bed, because i have to work (eeek) at 2 tomorrow.


i ought to go on a blogging strike until i get more comments! (heck, lately i've inadvertantly been on a blogging strike.... i don't know why i haven't been blogging so much, i think it's because i'm writing more.) i prolly won't go on strike though....


gooooodnight!

(mini) road trip!

okie, super quick nonsensical blog. that i will change into a real blog when i wake up. because i haven't slept since about noon yesterday. and i'm tired.


des moines today to take missy to the (ghetto) airport.


photos will be coming v. soon. highlights include.... the poster of a castle in a bunch of clouds... i used it to alter emily's driving reality so that it was like she was driving away from a castle in the clouds. then we had to put it away, and missy and i made use of the poster condom. then we found (more accurately, i went in search of... there's a picture of me climbing over the back seat... it's like... my butt and my feet in the air.....) the cargo net, and missy and i were held captive in the back seat by this giant net.... but then we got our helmut (aka big popcorn bowl) and broke free. also, discovered that we could turn emily's car into a helicopter by opening the back windows.... aaaand.... then we got to the airport and took pictures of ourselves being iowan in the gift shop (corn hats!!!) and i bought an iowa postcard to send to alex. (it's the best postcard ever, it's a field with a bunch of cows. only i added myself, and a ufo. and some info about the cows.) then we hung out by the GIANT revolving doors.... and even managed to get brian trapped in one.... then we sat on some scary chairs that kept almost tipping over.... and this lady took our picture.... and was like "i just spilled soda all over my pants... can you tell???" and we were like "no, no you can't" ... then missy got on her plane... and we were sad.... so we went to mcdonalds. and came up with bands names. ("insatiable baptist" and "bunny foo and field mice"...) i tought emily how to use the hand dryers ("push button.... wipe hands on pants.") and we set off again. i sang show tunes for the first half of the ride home, and slept for the second half. emily tried to kill us once while i was sleeping, but i woke up and stopped her. (*car swerves wildly, i wake up* "aaaah what's going on?!" "i'm trying to kill us all.... go back to sleep" "ok. *sleeps*") then we took the scenic route back to iowa city after some exit confusion. all in all, an excellent adventure ^_^ the pictures we took to illustrate are HILARIOUS.... i can't wait to get them up.


but for now, i'm EXHAUSTED. and i have to go out to north liberty at eight. woooot. (teeeen giiiirl squuuaaaad! "how do we look?" "soooo goood!" "oookay! ... i mean, soooo good!")

ok, i totally got this on purpose....

You are... 'Damn, I think I might have gone a
little heavy on the eyeliner today.' It's
okay, you're still sexy. You know that, we
know that, everybody knows that. You are
Captain Jack Sparrow, so, of course, everybody
loves you... well... not everybody....
actually, a lot of people don't like you...
but... damn, you sure are sexy. With or
without the eyeliner.


What random made up thought from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

*jumpy*

just got home from seeing 28 days later with some of the old highschool gang... good times. though, i HATED the alternate ending, it SUCKED. made me really mad. the movie was SO good though. it was so so so scary. i spent the entire thing covering my eyes, and occasionally leaping into brian or michael's (michael! the caterpillar from alice!!!) laps. and everyone kept laughing at me, because i'm such a basket case at scary movies....


then, when we left, nicole somehow managed to get like, every candy wrapper in the world stuck to her shoes. it was hiiiiilarious. and we got outside, and nate's like "my eye hurts." and i'm like "ooh, it does look all red..." and erin's like "oh, maybe it's infected again?" and i was like "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH nate's infected! kill him!" but, he promised that it was just his eye. ("nate's eye has rage! it wants to kill us all!" "don't worry guys, i'll keep it in control.")


and we had good times and emily's with cookie dough, and james bond, and stuff.


and brian and i rode to the movie theatre with our heads out the windows. because it seemed like the thing to do. it was fun.


this entry took like three hours to write, because i'm such a space case. *distracted*

aaagh. almost seven am.

I am 39% Emo

Hmm.. I should stop listening to Dashboard Confessional.... enough said... Now that I stopped looking at my shoes, I know how the real world looks.

Take the Emo Test at fuali.com


the last time i took this test, in december 2001.... i was 58% emo. teehee.


i talked to alex on the phone tonight for.... *cough* a very long time.


i'm reallly tired.


i'm making a list of things i need to do to keep my parents from killing me...


i need to talk to patrick... and... emily.... and see my missy again tomorrow.


i actually had something real to blog about, but i'm too tired. maybe when i get up. oh hey alex, the bald guy with the goatee in the picture from december 02 is my friend rob... (remember? rob from pittsburgh who i know through stuart? i know i mentioned him.... he just stayed with me on his way to colorado.... scroll down a few entries and you'll see it.)

oh dear.

the party at ben's has too many people i wanted to leave behind in high school. bah.

oh. my. god.

lecia is married! has been for a year. oh my GOD. oh. my. god. this was my BEST friend from like.... freshman and sophomore year. oh my god. living in the coraliville ghetto... (the fact that coralville has a ghetto is hilarious. it's the ghettoest ghetto ever. ah! hahaa. i'm so amused.)


we're all discussing how freakd out we are by the recent marriage trends.


oh, i'm at emily's house, btw. then to ben's. actually first to the bar. then to ben's. wooot. (woot always makes me think of teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen giiiiiiiiiiiiirl squaaaad)

ack.

much to blog about!!


am late to emily's!


sean just started MAJOR fucking drama at the bar. tonight is going to be bad.


patrick and i are "back together" so to speak. (in a will and grace way...) let's see, the position of gay boyfriend is now filled. now all i need is a straight one ^_~


ok, to emily's for dinner, then to ben's for paaaaaaaaartay all night long. wooot! we're going to use my kool aid for jungle juice... i'm a little wary of it.... but... we'll see.

detective!megan

was my alice comment from casey?? i think it was.


i'm going to marry jordan so that he can cook for me the rest of my life.


though, i'm married to treye already, and someone else... and andrea? or aric? or strongbad? and ben and i are gonna get married (he's going to make millioins of dollars, and i'm going to look pretty. i think it's fair. ... right after i said i'd look pretty... i choked on my donut and almost died. whoops. not so preetty)


kudos to those who saw the title before my edit... "dective!megan"

good times at ben's house.

listenen to some white stripes, and drinking a dr pepper. heather's on her way over, if alex listened to his voicemail, he is headed over in spirit... aaand jordan just got here. (with hot pockets!)


i just made kool aid. that's the extent of my cooking ability. it's kinda overly sugary, but i blame ben. we got the bong water cleaned up. go us.


*lovin me some white stripes.* DUDE... nina... you HAVE to come to iowa to seeeee mee. we will have good times. and you will have pants. woot! (i will also have pants... but... you know...)


ok, i'm going to go anticipate heather's arrival. byee kids. and leave me a comment! i'm lonely without any comments. *sniffle*

la

"aawww jordan! you're spilling bong water all over the carpet! we're trying to clean!"


party preparation continues...


i have a donut balanced on my knee and it's making it hard to type. we're watching ninja turtles! wooo!

aww, i hate this blogger format.

apparently opera has the skanky version of new blogger. grrr. also, my iframe doesn't work in opera. curious.


oh hey, speaking of curious things, i'm gonna go watch a dvd of me in alice in wonderland! woot. whilst ben and beau enjoy some substances in the other room, and then clean, for ben's party tomorrow night, you'd all better come!


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalex (i couldn't find the x for some reason. i typed alez, ales, alec, aled...) anywho, alex, i had something to discuss with you, but i don't remember what it was.... (doh) uh, i'll either leave you a message with ben's the # to ben's apartment (where i will be this fine evening) or, i'll leave you a message with what i wanted to tell you, if i remember. yup. okie, buhbye kids.


p.s. heather, come over!

dammit.

outlook express and aim are having some MAJOR issues.... holy cow.


in other news... i dressed up really nice, and did my hair and make up, and feel really pretty.... for no reason. ben and i are going to go get donuts as soon as he gets here.... (not that i don't get all dolled up for you ben... but, i don't. because... well, you know what i look like when i look like crap... and i really have nothing to gain from being sexy for you. surry. *mwah*) so. long story short, i have no one to dress up for. (well, maybe i do... but they certainly aren't gonna see me tonight. oooh.)


ok. bye. i'm gonna go call ben and yell at him for being late.

i hate our house.

aaaaaagh. i just went away for a moment to go get lemonade.... and a mouse JUMPED off the kitchen counter. and HIT me. and i screamed. oh, it was awful.

teehee

my away message amuses me greatly. "*angst angst angst*" only, it's in the cutest pink font in the entire world. awww. *just checked the cc.com mail* dude, parents need to stop emailing us thinking we're curtis. i thought that the only people who did that were the moron teenyboppers... but apparently there are quite a few parents of young children who watch hi-5 who don't get that we aren't curtis!! aaaaaaagh.


lalala. kyle's right, i need to get some icons. but i'm lazy. bah.


i'm trying to find my joshua kobak cd. and i can't. and i'm sad. oh, hey, my cd player played my matt caplan cd earlier today. but it won't do it again. because it's a jerk. and josh's cd is apparently in hiding. eh.


ah ah!! oh my god! it just started playing! my matt cd!! aaaaah! yay!! < / teenybopper >


i wrote so much today. and i want to share it with someone. but i don't. because it's not that good. booo.


can't.... focus.... too.... hungry....


i'm so weird. i was discussing boys with a friend of mine.... and she was like "you're scary for boys." and i'm like "uh, why?"... "because you're beautiful, and just... so unapproachable sometimes..." she says this to me as i sit, unshowered, in sweats, hair in a pony tail, with mascara under my eyes.... spilling soup on myself. GUYS... if you don't approach me, stay away because i'm nerdy, and stupid, and weird and loud... and annoying. not because i seem "unattainable". for the love. *shakes head* boys. gah. maybe liz is right, maybe i should consider becoming a lesbian. (i AM so in love with the gelfling girlies at the bar. awwww. they're so darling. and punkish. aww punk. it's so cute.) and... boys... suck. so. yeah. if anyone wants to know WHY i am harboring so much man hatred, i will totally tell you. i just know that three of the boys who made me realize have the URL to here... and will totally come yell at me if i talk about them. and i want to avoid that. because i'm trying to avoid public drama.


*loving me some matt caplan*

fine.

ok, you did email me. i take that back. *hangs head*

you sleazy lush.

you SO just checked my site. and you SO didn't email me. oooh, you're in trouble.

yay tom stoppard.

went to see the real thing at the university tonight. v.good. except, the girl playing annie, should have been playing charlotte, and the girl playing charlotte should have been annie. and it was PAINFULLY obvious. (see, the girl playing annie.... is the lead in freaking everything. i've seen her in SO many things. she's ok. but... the girl playing charlotte is new to the area, has this incredible resume, i've only seen her in one or two things, but she is unbelievable.) so. the guy playing henry, oh my god i totally know his name.... uhh, i'm too tired to walk downstairs and get the program, but i've seen him in tons of stuff too... anywho, he was WONDERFUL. it may just be that henry's my favorite character in like, the whole entire world.... but... really, if he fulfilled my expectatioins for what henry ought to be.... then he was pretty damn good. whenever he walked on stage, even in blackout, you could tell... he was so ON. like, no matter what, it was as though he was walking into or out of his home.... not like he was coming on stage, or exiting. very very nice. the girl playing debbie.... was... just... i don't know why she was cast. i mean, she was good. but she didn't fit the character at all. you could tell she was this sweet, nice, docile girl. who was pretending to be a rebel for the role. maybe i'm wrong... but if that's how it came across... it's still no good. but. wow, kristine as charlotte was so good. i would kill to see her as annie opposite the-guy-whose-name-i-can't-remember's (i think it's tom) henry.


all that said. i want to play henry in the real thing. lifes' so unfair. boys get all the good roles. *kicks boys*


my favorite section of the whole play.... (though, a close second is the "having all the words isnt' what it's all about" part, which *nina* has in her user info, gooo nina.) is TOTALLY when annie's leaving, and is late... and henry tells her that he CAN'T find a part of himself where she isn't important.... god, i love it. lemme find it, and i'll totally post it.


*edit, i found it. here..*



ANNIE: Tell me to stop and I'll stop.


HENRY: I can't. I'd just be the person who stopped you. I can't be that. When I got upset you said you'd stop so I try not to get upset. I don't get pathetic because when I got pathetic I could feel how tedious it was, how unattractive. I don't ask questions because that feels intrusive and a little vulgar. So. Dignified cuckoldry is a difficult trick, but it can be done. Think of it as modern marriage. We have got beyond hypocrisy, you and I. Exclusive rights isn't love, it's colonisation.


ANNIE: Stop it – please stop it. (Pause)


HENRY: The trouble is, I can't find a part of myself where you're not important. I write in order to be worth your while and to finance the way I want to live with you. Not the way you want to live. The way I want to live with you. Without you I wouldn't care. I'd eat tinned spaghetti and put on yesterday's clothes. But as it is I change my socks, and make money, and tart up Brodie's unspeakable drivel into speakable drivel so he can be an author too, like me. Not that it seems to have done him much good. Perhaps the authorities saw that it was a touch meretricious. Meretrix, meretricis. Harlot.



---


"I don't get pathetic because when I got pathetic I could feel how tedious it was, how unattractive"


i hear ya henry...

hot or not, i hate you!

who ARE these people?! they're all cute, and have keywords matching mine, but i've never seen them before in my life!

awww matty caplan, i heart yooou.

thinking to myself she's so amazing
and i couldn't help remembering
the last time i thought someone was amazing.


divide and conquer matt, you tool, you. i hear ya.


< / renthead nerdiness >

p.s.

anonymous comments confuse me. especially when they have to be from someone i know.... (the whole alice thing...) hmmm. *begins rummaging through ip addresses*

woot

i feel about a billion times better this morning. i'm still sad.... but it's not the same overwhelming, crushing everything kind of sad.


and missy gets home today. i couldn't be happier. she's in iowa RIGHT now... i think emily's bringing her back from the airport in des moines... i get to see my missy in like.... three hours! yaaaay! (p.s. emily, i will be waiting at your door when you guys get there ^_^)


i'm gonna go eat something. my mom's home though.... i seriously wish she'd finish this random vacation time and go away. uuuugh. oh hey... i have a play to go to tonight.... that cheers me up a little. it's with my mom though, which makes me sad. doh.


in an effort to make me stop hating things (like boys, and life) ben and i are going to go to krispie kreme and eat donuts. because, that will make me feel better about gaining weight. yes, it will. (i actually really do'nt care about the weight thing that much.... it's just nerve wracking, i was like... so well, horribly underweight all through highschool.... and i'm SO much heavier than that now, but you can't tell. so it doesn't bug me... especially since i still have about six people at the bar who call me toothpick... let's see. put it this way.... i love the way i look, couldn't be happier. but there's still a part of me that is saying "oh my god, you weigh 140. that is FORTY pounds more than you did three years ago..." (yes, i weigh 140, no one believes me. ever. that's another thing that helps me not care... people are always make jokes "you can't be more than 110, wet.") oh my GOD, where did this rant on weight come from?! i'm gonna shut up now. because i'm.... crazy. ok. read this quick kids, before i delete it or make it a private LJ entry ^_^

i mean, eric and ben. doh.

i told matt i'd be sad when he left, and he hit me. because he's not leaving. doh. ben is though. and we had a good time. last i saw ben, he was heading off down the alley to his afterhours goodbye party. and last i saw eric he was heading off with nic. awww.


sidenote: there is something hella shady going on with my hot or not account. i keep matching with people i didn't click yes to. help me! stalkers! aah! (yeah, FIVE messages from this one guy in like, a day.)


so. tonight. uugh. i had a good time, i guess. but, i don't think more people who i didn't need to see could have possibly been there. (no, that's a lie, derek's gone.) so. yeah. i also discovered tonight that there is NO such thing as a good straight guy. (at least not here) all any of them want is some ass. and i'm sick of it. tonight could have been way fun... (and it was, when i was with my boys.... but at the same time, it's depressing to be dancing with a bunch of gay men all night.) but i was all sad. *sad* a high point of the evening was when cotton eyed joe started, and gabe picked me up to put me on stage, only.... lifted me like... above his head. i thought i was going to die. so scary. but i didn't. there wasn't enough room for me do dance though.... (yes, i know the whole cotton eyed joe dance, i used to work on a ranch, bite me)


eeeeh. i'm sad. i almost started crying on the way home. but i didn't. because i don't think it would have helped anything. i should prolly go to bed... i'm a touch drunk, (two drinks) and sad. not a good combo. oh well, i'll be undrunk in like, five minutes if i go eat something and have some water... yeah.

goodbye ben erik and matt!

ben erik and matt's good bye partay tonight. i'm off to that.


i'm in a little bit better mood. i'm still feeling... i don't know how to describe it.... very small? eh?


i also slept for like, two hours. so much for my half hour nap. people kept calling and waking me up though. Gr...

rabbits...

so, rabbit judging at the fair ALL day today. well over six hours. (just like last year) again, i ran around catching bunnies that people dropped... i sat and talked with TONS of 4-H kids.... some were really cool. others... not so much..... i have to go back and get allison in a little while, because her and chelsea are still there.


i actually had a lot of fun today, but i got in a fight with my mom on the way home (about freakin NOTHING.... she just... ugh. i'm still a failure, if you're wondering...) and now i'm in a really bad mood. and i need a hug. and i'm sad.


i wrote alex a letter from the rabbit barn, (like a letter letter. ooh crazy.) but it's on gigantic paper, and it all smudgy, because chelsea had a crisis and i had to hold cliff (one of her rabbits) for her, and he sat on the letter and smudged it all up. stupid cliff.


ok, i'm gonna take a nap for like, a half hour. (james said that naps for a half hour are good. i never sleep less than like, two hours at a time.... we'll see.) because i have much to do tonight. bah.

bedtime

alex's computer sucks!


and he owes me an email.


and i just got glue ALL over.


i'm also kind of depressed because renata's gone for two weeks.


but, happy because patrick and i are goign to the north halstead market days together! and he told me that his house is halfway between detroit and chicago, and we're going to his house too that weekend. so mayhaps perchance i'll bop up to visit my toasttwin. (and alex. even though is computer sucks and he owes me an email. i suppose i can forgive him.) patrick thought it was hilarious that you're going to comicon, btw.


ok, goodnight kids.

pizza palace

patrick and i went to pizza palace in mt vernon today. because we're both freaking out in iowa city. and having those... "i'm right here by the interstate.... i should just go to chicago/california/denver/new york/anywhere but here" moments. so, we drove the back way to mt vernon. and had pizza in the cutest little pizza place. so good too. such a small town atomosphere, made me feel better about iowa city being so dinky. we almost went and knocked on some kid's apartment door.... because they had a pride flag in their window. and we were gonna be like "haaaaaaay gurl, we's familly, how's it?" but it was late. so we didn't. we're going back during the day to go to this cute little shop called the silver spider... and to knock and this kid's door. ^_^


so, that was very enjoyable. then i went to studio, and sat by the dj booth being a wallflower. it was nice. ken kept cracking me up doing inappropriate things with the microphone. then zane showed up and danced with me for awhile. and made me miss him a little bit. then the bar closed, and treye tripped on a bunch of things when he tried to make an announcement... and i was amused.... then zane and i went for a walk. then i came home. i wrote about stuff for about an hour. and kind of started thinking about where i want to road trip to. next summer is the plan. maybe get a van? and some people. four at the most. and just go. and take a video camera, a tape recorder, an slr camera, a digital camera.... a laptop.... and lots of notebooks. and just go. and fight, and hate eachother, and love eachother, and have drama, and just have fun. and take tons of pictures. and stay in scuzzy motels, and camp out. i would love it. so so so much. *sigh*


ok, alex just got his ass on aim. gtg kids ^_^

hey alex.

get yo ass on aim. beeatch.

i just decided something.

epiphany.


i want a road trip so bad. like, a BIG road trip. i wanna go to the old route 66. and... camp, and stay in crappy little motels with cool signs. and take pictures of stuff. and... and... *hand gestures* stuff! wow. i really really want to plan this. like... PLAN stuff out... and go. maybe next summer? or later this fall? (hell, i don't have school, i might as well.)


wow. i would LOVE this. anyone wanna come?

i LOVE sugar ray

that's all, really. i just... i LOVE them. and mark mcgrath.... *raaaaaaawr* i only listen to them like, once every two months. but, when i do, i am overcome with sugar ray love. *is overcome*


looking at my hot or not matches. part III of unacceptable keywords is coming soon. i just had this picture... nice looking guy, nice profile, keywords etc etc.... but, on a boat (not a sailboat.... ~_~) holding a fish. i was like "AAAH! *clicks no*" oh, and... nice hat... though, this batch i've actually clicked yes to THREE people. i NEVER do that. weeeird. admittedly one is because i think i met him in kansas city... but the other guys just seemed like he might be cool. (and one of them's picture made me crack up.) now watch, they'll be big losers. *sigh*


ok, and i vow to stop clicking yes to people and ignoring the emails they send me *hangs head* i'm a bitch sometimes. it's mostly because i'm lazy.


ok... i forgive katie for her short notice chicago show.... becaaaaaaause she's gonna be there (at schuba's no less) on the ninth! woohooo! *dance* but, bree sharp is only playing east coast shows. i REALLY want to see bree. oh oh oh kyle! katie's also going to be in kalamazoo on august.... uh.... 30th. so you can see her too! wooo! stuart should be back in that area for a cd release soon.... but, i really have no idea when that'll be.

doh.

so. my perfect girlfriend picture isn't working anymore, and someone left me a not-so-nice comment on it. i KNOW i'm not perfect, you dolt. whichever exboyfriend that was, i'll be you aren't so perfect either. oh well. "i'm sweet, you're bitter" *deletes that post to get rid of graphic issue*

bloggers unite!

renata, i agree... we *were* the last two hold out on the livejournal thing.... *sigh* but, i will not let my blog die! viva la blog! i only joined lj because of the cute bouncy kitty moods... (aawwwwww) and so i could join kait's new community. which i haven't done yet. and once i do, i doubt i'll be brave enough to post anything. doh. oh, and to leave comments! (i hate always being anonymous...)


i just made deviled eggs!! they're really good. i had some (read: many) problems... but in the end it's all good. at one point, there was creamed egg yolk stuff EVERYWHERE.... but, it ended up alright. and they're good. and even kinda pretty. awww preeeeetty. *eats a pretty egg*


my cd player is being a jerk. it keeps skipping, and saying that my matt caplan cd isn't a cd. and it IS. it is!! you stupid cd player! i'm so much smarter than you, and i say it is! *sigh* one of the only burned cds it will play is my drag queen songs cd... and the second act of my 7.6.01 bootleg. but none of my other bootlegs, and not the first act. *kicks cd player*


dammit all. katie todd is opening for 10,000 maniacs (i didn't even know they were still a band..) this saturday in chicago. dammit katie! i wanna come! but i already have like, three things i reaaaaally want to do this weekend! and i'm so torn! why does this always happen? i do NOTHING for like, three months. then all of a sudden everyone i've ever met has something that i really ought to do. *sigh* maaaaaaan i really want to see katie. i can't even LISTEN to katie... (well, i could listen to her actual cd, but i wanna listen to the boooots.)


*whine* this has been a particularly whiney post. i'm sorry. i'll discuss last night, because last night was fun, and not whiny.


kismet got here right at eight, and then ivy called and was like "i left my id in your purse, will you drive over here and give it to me?" and i was like "uh, no. i have friends coming over..." and then she wanted to come over and party.... and i had to explain that ... no. i don't WANT to party, and besides, these aren't party friends. they're.... better friends? yeah. anywho. so, she called when her and matty were about two miles away to ask for directions.... because she left them at her house. so, i'm directing them how to get here, and i'm like "ok, i see your car, turn right RIGHT now." and the car turned into our driveway, but it was rob! not ivy! and i was like "dammit, where i just send ivy?" so i went and found her, and gave her her stuff, and then raaaaaan over to hug my rob. and then rob and kismet and i hung out til mike and travissattva got here.... then we all hung out. and... i dont know if i was just cranky or what.... but travis pissed me off. grrr. then everyone but rob left. and we hung out and watched conan, then went to bed. i was OUT by like, 12:30 last night. and slept til 9:30 this morning. when rob came up stairs and made me get up. then we had frozen waffles. and oatmeal, and a pop tart. (rob doesn't believe how much i eat. i don't think it's THAT much) then my mom got home, and we all had apple crisp, and i gave rob some flowers for his ride to colorado. theeeeen he left. and i went to wal mart and such. the eeend.


it was v. nice to see rob. and i get to see him again reeeeally soon! yay! but, i'm concerned about how the sangha soiree is going to pan out.... since i'm apparently driving out on my own, but i'm worried i'll get conned into bringing people back with me. and inevitably, they're like "is two dollars for gas ok? alright." and i'm like "i hate you." besides, there are very few people i could handle a thirteen hour car trip with. kismet is one of them.... renata is one of them... rob... emily jones... and... that's about all. (maybe with ben. i bet i'd kill him though.) oh my god, KAYLA. i could drive across the entire country with kayla. she's the best car trip partner EVER. oh my god, i wonder if she'd come with me to chicago in august..... she's totally on my way.... that'd be SO fun. i have to go call her!


okie ^_^ see you guys later!

i hate outlook express...

it's trying to protect me from two attatchments.... one is from patrick, and one is from me. yet, one from some random spam type guy.... that one they would have let me download. jerks.


i'm reading a bunch of old emails and im conversations. wow. i have a lot of drama in my life. it's a little out of control. my favorite is josie freaking out at me. aaah. that was hilarious. "i heard you were talking shit about kristin, you can't call her a bitch, because YOURE the bitch." and i'm like "well, if you can call me a bitch, i can call you AND kristin bitches for all i care... and i actually HAVEN'T been talking shit about either of you lately.... a month ago, that's a different story..." i think i would just DIE without josie's approval. really, i would. dude, apparently she's after tim? (remember, i ran into tim ealier this week, with the towel taped to his foot? yes, he's quite the catch.)


i'm SO torn.... detroit this weekend? but.... MISSY is gonna be here... aaaaaggh.


i just found two pieces of popcorn in my bra. *sigh* life's hard.


goddamn you outlook express. i hate you more than life itself.


patrick just emailed me about my blog, and refferred to it as "the ramblings of a depressed beauty queen." *sigh*ok. so i just got my pictures to open, none of them are the ones he was supposed to send. *sigh* maybe i'll drive over to his house and email the right ones to myself. *sigh* wow. three sighs in one paragraph.


ok, patrick sent one of the pictures i wanted....



awwwwwwwww. seriously. awwwwwww. and look! i have pink hair! and we're by the door, cuz adam's working. awww. *hearts* where is adam anyways? i haven't seen him... since... well, saturday. nevermind.


ok. many more when i go over and send myself the RIGHT pictures. including one that i'm going to make my LJ icon. (p.s. i got a
livejournal....)


i have a lot to do today, and no gas in my car. booo. damn, i have to stop and pick up birthcontrol too. though, this is the last month i'm putting up with this thirty dollars bullshit. i'm going to planet parenthood next month. dude, patrick's like... captain parenthood.... cool.


ok. i'm off. but hey, there's one picture that i'm debating posting.... it's me and tim at like, five in the morning at patrick's house. and i have NO makeup on. me without my eye make up is a startling sight. i look SO different. weeeeeird. we'll see whether or not i have the courage to post it...

randomness to the power of five.

unacceptable keywords. part II


-"gazebos" ... hi, i'm megan, my interests include writing, drawing, acting and gazebos.
-"thugged out" ... need i say more? it was this short little white guy.
-"pajamas" ... ?
-"ducks" ... ok. alex has "feeding the ducks" which is SO cute. and i used to feed the ducks every wednesday over my lunch break from classes, and ALWAYS after my dance classes. so, i like ducks as well as the next person... but...really... just ducks?
-"jumbo" ... one of his other keywords was "prince albert" and his profile mentioned that he had a three year old daughter. i was concerned.
-"wet" ... "hi, i enjoy things that are wet. *suggestive eyebrow motions.*"
-"lindsay" ... what? maybe he just REALLY likes the name lindsay...
-"party's" ... he enjoys things that belong to parties?


ok. that's all really. i'm SO bored. *swivels in chair*


rob3t2 is coming tomorrow!! (today) i talked to him for like, an hour and a half earlier this evening. it was v. nice.


everyone should come out to the johnson county fair this week. and see me and my sister and our bunny rabbits. c'mon, it's iowa, come on wednesday and you can see the tractor pull and the cow judging. i think thursday's the rabbit judging... but, come aaaaaanytime. and meet the bunnies. comet, wesley, renata and nancy. renata is our big prize winner. though comet and wesley are doing really well.... nancy would do better, but she's kind of bitey. so's renata though. last year she bit allie, and escaped. and i had to catch her. for the full account, check last july's archives. i broke a nail, and was VERY unhappy about it.


the end. so bored. only one home. SO bored.

flat pickles.

i went downstairs to get some rice... and we didn't have any! and i was SO upset.


so, instead... i had chocolate milk, some potato chips, like... three flat pickles (we didn't have regular ones... just the sandwich slice ones...) and an apple. while i was making my chocolate milk, i spilled all over the counter. (the milk was too full, and when i added the chocolate, it overflowed, because i was reading the newspaper instead of paying attention to what i was doing.) then, when it was WAY too chocolaty, and i drank like, a third of it and put more milk in, i overflowed it AGAIN. someone... (i don't remember who, i THINK it was ben...) told me that things like that are my most endearing quality. i hope so, otherwise i'm just a dork.


i've been writing for quite awhile... and am now going to go watch friends.

well.

-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.


What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla


that's reassuring. since when am i tomboyish? well, i guess i might be. i just don't APPEAR to be tomboyish. hmm.


i ran into a group of boys from west last night. and i was like "hey! what's up!?" and they all just STARED at me. and i was like "um..." and finally, shawn goes "you... look... SO .... different. wow." and i'm like "uh. ok... see you guys later.... *runs*" it was WEIRD.

so, funnny story.....

i'd been screwing around on the computer and such, sitting around... listening to music, crying because i have no comments... (not really...) and singing along with chorus line REALLY loud... (tits and ass if you're wondering...) and all of a sudden, the power goes out. i'm like "doh." so, when it flashes back on, my radio comes on. oh, tornado warning. like, for my house specifically. literally. "megan bohlke, there is a tornado in your front yard. stop singing and get your ass to the basement!" and i'm like "AAAAAAH!" (because... well, i've been in my bedroom during a tornado before.... and the windows both blew in. and one hit me. and cut me and knocked me out. it was not fun. makes for a good story though.) so, i run downstairs. and am like... eep. scared.


so, downstairs is boring. the computer doesn't work, and is by a GIGANTIC window. so i come back upstairs. but everytime i hear it getting too windy, i'm like "eeeeek!!"


i'm listening to my drag queen songs cd. seriously, every song on this cd is a song that is SO over used by my girls. (superficial expectations.... i think i could do that whole damn song, routine and all.) *sings along* do you think it'd be weird if i named a daughter "fancy"? because, i think it would... as much as i love reba and all.... it really seems like something i'd do though. also, i wouldn't put it past me to name daughters after drag queens. (ayanna, dena, and augusta.... they all have a nice ring...)


ok, i think i hear the tornado sirens... (break between songs, and i'm like "what's that noise?") i'm gonna go take shelter. feel free to call me though, because i'll be really bored once the power goes. renata just told me to try not to get blown away. so that's what i'm gonna do.

soooooo bored.

so, last night i didn't have fun at all. except playing with the glowsticks wade gave me. i ended up leaving at like.... 1:30. and i was walking back to thang's and this hoarde of guys was like "hey! come hang out with us! come drink with us!" and i was like "no, really i'm ok." and they sort of steered me into ajaxx liqour and were all talking to me... and i was like "i actually really have to go. bye." and left. and then i went to pancheros (not the downtown one, but the one by my house. because i was sick of drunk people...) to get a burrito. (which was really good. mmmmm rice. and mmmm black beans... ) and the guy at the counter gave me a free soda and i was like "awww. thanks.". and then his friend who was sitting out in the dining room followed me outside and hit on me for like five minutes while i tried to be nice... and was really like "oh my god go away." then alex called and i was like "AH! i have to go!" and waved the phone at him and left.


then i got home, and watched friends for awhile, and fell asleep.


got up this morning to do some fair stuff (johnson county fair starts tuuuuuesday!) then came back home and chilled until patrick called, went to his house to give ivy everything she'd had in my car. and she pissed me off, so i didn't stay. (she was mad because she found some guy for me, and him and his friend were buying her drinks, and she'd been like "well, you should hang out with megan too!" only i was dancing, and she didn't see me, then i left.... and... stuff. *shrug* i told her i was sorry, and thanks... but... she was still like "how could you have LEFT?!" and i was like "dude, i TOLD you when i was leaving.... we talked..." bah.)


then after that i made some foood. and discovered that we have NOTHING to drink except water (and gin, vodka and vermouth) in our entire house. and was like *sigh* i can have water, or a martini. bah. so i had water. and then i cleaned for awhile, then i took a half hour nap, and had a dream about crocodiles living in the creek outside our house.... and attacking people.... and trying to eat the rabbits.... and it was weird.


then i got online. and have NO email except for hot or not "someone wants to meet you"s, and no comments, and renata's on aim, but it isn't working right. booo. and she just left. boooooo. i'm going to go downstairs and have a sandwich. someone needs to entertain me! right now! though, i'm signing off and going downstairs. so good luck with that.

wild thang

isn't here. but we're at his apartment. with what's left of last night's keg. we're going to the bar momentarily.


alex, if i'm not gonna be home to email you or what not (i.e. don't make it home) i'll give you a call. ^_^


okie. i'm gonna go drink some more, then i'm goin to the baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar. am with ivy all night, if you were smart and wrote down the # last night. kudos to you, and caall. woohoo!

all in all, a wonderful evening.

well, we partied at treye's house until about 10. and between about.... 7 of us... finished half the keg... then went over to studio.... and... wow, lots of shots were had. i should have been a lot drunker than i was, but for some reason.... i was really chill last night. everyone else was fucking wasted.... wow. so, we hang out at studio from 10-close.... i really don't remember too much of what went on, except neither kenny or treye was DJing, and whoever was (chad or michael, i dont' remember...) wouldnt' play you spin me right round. and i was sad. *sad*


let's see. i'll start at the beginning... treye's house.... ivy, treye, me, keisha, sunday, phil, and phil's-skanky-friend tyler. then later, these two girls with shirts that said "i heart lance" and i was all excited, and was like "lance from nsync??" and they're like "no, duh." all rude. and i go, really loud.... "fine, bitch." and then they didn't talk to me anymore. hee. they all played drinking games, and i did peoples' make up and made them sparkly. oh, thad didn't come, because we all neglected to call him because we're TERRIBLE friends. oops. so, we left treye's at about 10. v. drunk.


arrive at studio, we all go in, and proceed to take over some tables, make the rounds saying hi to people.... the only people i remember being there when we got there.... mm... joshy, jake, kenny, danny and danny's little brother whose name i forgot, but is straight and oh-so-sweet. oh, duh, drag show... so augusta and co were all there... then... PATRICK!!! got there. and we discussed my aforementioned anger at his play. and he made me feel better. and we did a shot (a slippery nipple) to being friends again. (though, we did the gaaaaaaaaay toast. "heres you and heres to me, best of friends we'll always be, and if by chance we disagree, fuck you bitch, here's to me.") let's see, thang and jenny showed up a little later in the evening, as did adam.... but adam was working. and both ben's.... oh gosh.... benny ben..... i talked to him for QUITE awhile (by benny ben, i mean the ben you think's hot, heather ^_^) and we were like "WHY DON'T WE EVER HANG OUT?!?" and i made friends with the like.... four studio employees i don't know really well. and we were all like "how come we didn't know eachother?!" cuz, we knew eachother... like who was who and such... (like, i threw and ice cube at ben to get his attention and he was like "megan. what, are you josh? don't throw ice." (joshy is always throwing ice...) and i was like "hey you know my name!" and he's like "everyone here knows your name, you dolt." and i was like "oh. right.") oh and johnny's going to cut my hair for me. (just a trim ^_^) anywho....


post drag show a LOT of out of town people showed up, who i hadn't seen in awhile. and thad showed up, and reprimanded us for not calling him.... then he left to hang out with joshy for a bit, then... we.... all did some stuff.... and danced. and went and hung out in the alley on the wall... and then danny and his cute little brother came all stumbling out to the alley... and his brother was DRUNK. and danny's all flailing around and it was so cute. because his little brother is like, football player sized... and danny.... is.... well, drag queen sized. so, i helped get them into their friend's car... and danny's brother kept trying to get me to get in too... and i was like "uh, no can do. sorry boys." and the only way we got him to stay in the car was to promise i'd be over in ten minutes.... straight boys. bah.


ah, what else? oh, a little earlier in the evening the po-lice came and chilled for a bit. and i saw them pull up and went tearing off into the bar finding everyone i know who's underage and being like "pssst!! police! get rid of your drink and act sober kids!" and all was well. after all that, i had a shot with someone... possibly sparkles.... (was really pink and overly sweet) then trey bought me a beer even though i told him not to. and was all telling ben (other ben) at the bar i didn't want one.... but ben gave me the drink, and wrote "get laid tonight, baby" on my arm. doh. they always side with the gay guys.


then want? aaaah, hung out with kenny and jake for awhile, and they were both very sympathetic to my saddness that since neither kenny or treye was djing.... there would be no spinning right round. *sniffle* THEN i ran into stingray (as in king stingray the tattoo artist, and the guy who did the paintings on the bathroom doors at studio (two guys making out on the boys room, to girls on the girls room. v. cute.) and the guy who almost pounded derek the night he (derek) moved all the dumpsters to the middle of the alley...) ANYwho, i bumped into him, and he's like "HEY! i know you!" and i was like "eeep" because he's all big and scary. as tattoo artists often are... and he's like "you're that guy's girlfriend. the one who's always fucking with the dumpsters." and i laughed REALLY hard. and was like "no, no i'm not." and he was like "well, you used to be." and signed my arm. and promised he'd do a really awesome job on my tattoo when i get it. woot!


uh.... then it was last call, and we all went outside. then i ... had to go back in for something... and they let me, which is so unusual. and i started talking to.... someone.... and was inside til like.... 2:10. then everyone was all looking for me... so i went out. and we all walked to treye's where ivy already was.... (she was passed out at about 12. phil had to carry her to treye's. poooor girl.) and everyone from the bar showed up, and we were like "doh." cuz we were trying to keep that from happening. but i went and sat in one of the guest rooms and talked to alex from detroit on the phone for about an hour and a half (seriously, i don't think we can have short conversations.), and people kept coming in and looking for the keg, and hitting on me. (there were a lot of random straight guys. including ben from the balcony across the alley. more about him in a second...) and i was like "bah, treye put the keg in the living room. you dorks. and leave me alone." while i was on the phone, healy tried to take my shoes twice.... and everyone was like "you're at an after hours keg! drink!" and i was like "no." so i went for a walk.


got back from my walk/still talking on the phone.... and thad was there. and i was like "what the hell?!" because i never really believe thad when he says he'll be somewhere. because he never ever shows up. so, thad hung out with ben and both jasons, and treye (treye's roommates are both named jason...) and i finished my talk with alex. (which was a VERY nice conversation, btw. and i discovered that alex and i have strangely similarities in our histories...) and, then, i'm hanging out with treye and them, and treye and i remember that we got married last sunday! and we were like "wooo we're married!" and ben believed us. because he's apparently VERY stupid. (he's also very conservative, and we got in a fight earlier in the evening, pre bar, because of that...) so, ben and jason #2 (not healy) start this huge campaign to get me to go to bed with both of them. (which just screams closet case... helloooo) they got mad when i suggested they go ahead, and i'd think about joining them. but thad saved me. (see, he saves me from fish and straight guys. but he's straight. doh.) and we headed off to my house, because thad doesn't live anywhere right now. so he's staying with me until he does live somewhere on monday. on the way down stairs we ran into this HUGE group of football player types.... and they over heard me saying goodbye to treye, and something about husband and such... and they're all confused. and talking to thad "you're married to her? wow." and i was like *sigh*. so, we got back to my house. and i promptly fall asleep. but wake up at about six am to find thad all curled up in a pink hello kitty blanket in just his boxers on the futon, and am like "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" and take a picture.


then, this morning, when i got him some water, i spilled it on him. because i'm the hostess with the leastest. and i showed him a picture of alex, because thad and alex look strangely alike... then i took him back downtown, so he could... do something or another.... then i went and got some french fries.... and i was gonna see if heather wanted to go goodwilling with me.... but she's not online.... and i really ought to do some other stuff as well..... so, i'm going to go fee the rabbits. and the birds. and the dog, and the cat. even though the cat just ate like four of my french fries. stupid cat. and then maybe take a nap. because i'm sleepy. and i don't have anything to do until like..... 8. when i have to go to the mill. so, heather, leave me a message about goodwill, and if i dont' hear from you, i'll give you a call. even though i don't have your new cell phone number. unless it's in your blog. hmm.

partay

if you want to come partay with us... come to studio. at ten.

so many phone calls today. bah. SO many.


and... none of them had any importance whatsoever... (except del saying she couldn't come *saaaad*)


am now wearing my ENORMOUS studio 13 shirt, and eating potato chips.


and waiting for my parents to GO AWAY. they're leaving for minneapolis as soon as my mom gets off work. thank god.


i had the weirdest dream last night. i was working at JC penneys, and they had these giant fish tanks... and they were divided into like... seven sections.... and like, one side (3 sections) had goldfish (really BIG goldfish) and the other side (3 sections) had weird little clearish fish. and then there was one section in the middle with no fish. well, i was walking in with kristin (who just got married, remember?) and she had a little bag with some fish from wal mart, and she'd like.... gotten permission from teh supervisor to put them in the center section. and she asked me to help, and i was like "aaah, i really don't like fish.... um, but, ok." so, i helped her put the fish in the middle section, and it freaked me out alot. THEN the supervisor's like "megan, i need you to transfer these fish *gestures to random extra fishtank in back* to the front tanks" and they were the big goldfish..... and i was SO freaked out, but i did it anyways.... only, while i was doing it, one of them touched my hand.... and i FREAKED OUT. and like, there were fish everywhere. and i was seriously panicking... (i'm the only person who had nightmares like this about fish.... but oh my god, i'm freaking out just remembering.) ok, so i'm freaking out, and there are fish all over the place.... and all of a sudden... thad's there! and i'm like "what the hell is thad doing here?" but apparently (in my dream..) he works at JC penney, and he had a suit on... (i remember thinking that he looked weird in a suit) but, he saved me! and took care of all the fish. and is now my hero.


so, analysis.... i have an unhealthy fear of fish (knew that...), and apparently a desire for thad to save me? strange. it was REALLY strange. and i feel like... the fact that i was there with kristin also illustrates my recent freaking out about everyone getting married..... and.... the whole "working there" thing is me freaking out about jobs and money.... yes. so, that's that.


ok, i have to go call ivy, so that we can figure out where we're having this party tonight. (we have a keg... and a tapper dealie (thanks to thad), but no where to HAVE the party... anyone who lives near the bar want ot have a party at their place?)

forget the damn categories.

*sigh*


ok. two blog entries. since i haven't gone back to bed yet. i'm going RIGHT NOW though. i swear.


just wanted to let everyone know .... andrea is married to the sea.... but, she's going to divorce the sea, to marry homestar. and i'm going to marry strongbad. aaaand.... aric is also going to marry strongbad... and apparently andrea as well, but he's going to continue darting me. and at some point i have to hook up with the scanner as well. and andrea and i decided it would be nice if we would go for actual people instead of inanimate, or 2-d things. oh well. you can't have it all.


alright. i'm going to bed. goodnight kids.

only one blog entry? weeeeeird.

"isaac brock was wearing a train conductor's hat. i wanted to marry his hat." that was the BEST part of *nina*'s modest mouse review. love it.


i'm so freakin exhausted. and i went to sleep at like.... 9... but everyone and their mother called to see if i wanted to go out. (five calls. i was alseep so i only really remember heather and ivy... i seriously was like... not awake enough to recall speaking to whoever else called. if one of them was james, i'm sorry if i was super bitchy and random. doh.) but then, my mom got home and was like... trying to tell me about how she was... folding clothes today? and i was like "ok. great. ok. fine. alright. yeah..." trying to make her go away, because i knew if got woken up i wouldn't fall back asleep.... and i woke up enough that i'm now sitting here blogging. doh.


doctor's visit went fine. almost fainted when they drew blood, (they apparently needed ALL of my blood for testing today...) and the lab techs all laughed at me.... (my mom's a lab tech at the hospital, so they all know me and make fun of me when i almost faint getting blood drawn.) still have to wait on two blood tests, but since everything else was normal, those should be normal too. yay not sick! oh oh oh!!! when i was in the pharmacy waiting room with allie, waiting for her allergy prescription, i found "alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day." and i read it out loud to allison and a bunch of random kids, in honor of alex from detroit, since it's one of his favorite books ^_~. it was excellent. i was laughing at it more than some of the kids. then allie found "alexander who is not (do you hear me? i mean it!) going to move." and i read that too. and "if you give a mouse a cookie." it was goodtimes, and i made all sort of new friends, all of whom were under the age of six. woo!


we got everything on my list done, except going to see aaaaaaaaaandrea and drop off some consignment stuff. but, i didn't really have everything ready anyways, so we can do that tomorrow. also, now that my dad's home again, he can give me gas money! because i have been driving very little for fear or running out of gas.


oh heeeey, kyle? (oh, dang, he's in NY right now...) anywho.... next weekend is going to be shortened muchly.... due to the fact that missy's going to be in town all weekend.... and... i really really really want to see her.... because i miss her muchly.... and... i haven't seen her since derek and i broke up, and we need to have a slumber party... and... she's hardly ever here (she lives in seattle now. *sniffle*) so... i'll be coming up on saturday if i still come.... and then.... leaving... monday? i guess? i don't know, it's so far to go.... and i would like to leave sunday night..... but it seems kinda silly to drive saturday morning, stay saturday night, and sunday during the day.... then go home sunday night? but, that's the plan. ^_^ hmm. maybe i'll stay in chicago sunday night? that could be doable....

busy...

way busy today!


gotta go to the doctor. (routine stuff, i promise this won't be another "going to the doctor... and by doctor... i mean hospital for three days. whoops.) after my appointment, i have to take allie to get a prescribtion renewed..gotta go to dillards, gotta see if my dad's in town (i think he went to.... hardin county? eh?), gotta go drop off a LOT of clothes at the consignment place where aaaaandrea works (woooo andrea! she likes to watch. heee.), might go get my hair cut.... (since no one CARES...) aaah, what else is there? i have to stop and get groceries before mom gets home... and... something else? eh, who knows.


i left my water downstairs and i want it sooo bad. i'm in the middle of writing an email, but i have to go get my water. neeeed water...


i just took a shower, and deep conditioned my hair, and used my new lotion... and life is good. i'm soft and i smell nice. yay!


right. water.

a poll...

keep growing my hair out?


or get the hair cut i've been talking about for a month and a half?


and, if i get the hair cut... how short? c'mon guys. you get to choose my fate! the popular vote will seriously decide what i do. (now watch, renata will be the ONLY person who comments.)

gah.

am looking at all of my "someone wants to meet you" links. i get about two emails a day of them.... and i never check them out anymore. (i got over hot or not very quickly. i acquired about five stalkers, loads of random people.... and an alex from detroit. and boy, i can't stand alex. ^_~) aaanywho. these crack me up. ok, and.... about these things...

a) why would you be on "meet me" if you have a girlfriend? (or boyfriend for that matter...) maybe it's just me, but i would get a little distressed if i found out my boyfriend was actively trying to meet girls on hot or not.
b) why do people click yes to me, when they're like homophobic bible thumping hunters from texas?? helloooo, did they just not read ANYthing i wrote??
c) why does this one guy from iowa city have THREE accounts? (and wants to meet me with all of them.... and i've totally seen him around. he drives a convertible, and is at studio all the time, and HAS to be gay, in my humble opinion..... but he always has skankalicious girls with him...)
d) what is with the "just fooling around... thought it'd be funny if i just put my pic up" guys... who then have like... year long star memberships??
e) i hate anyone with "sex" as a keyword.
f) it's weird when i find people i know....
g) i hate guys whose picture is them some random place, like their living room, with their shirt off! aaaah!


ok. also.... keywords that are unacceptable.... "being a girl", "oral sex", "country music television", "life cereal" (i mean, c'mon, let's not get too attatched a cereal...), "cuddlin", "hot women", "partys" (people! learn to spell!!), "vanilla" (what?), and "hats" (who likes hats THAT much. really.)


AAAAH another person i know and don't like! i always wonder if they recognize me...


and someone who blacked his prom date out of the picture....


omg, renata. this guy's hair is reminiscent of the SAM. the octopus is on the loose again... (thus far it's gone from the sam.. to saycon, correct?)


< / rant>

well...

that wasn't SO bad.


i only wanted to scream "shut up" once or twice.... sometimes i think she just really likes talking. like, she says what she has to say, and i say "alright" then she says the exact same thing.... and i'm like "um, ok, that's... alright..." same thing with when i don't know. she asks again. and i'm like "uh, i still don't know...." i really haven't gotten much new information on the subject in the past three seconds. why don't you ask again? *grrr*


but yes, so that was that.


oh well, del is coming this weekend (i think? i haven't talked to her since like.... last friday) i hope she is. otherwise i will be really sad, and sit around by myself all weekend. because my parents are gone (yay!). but, i find that i often just sit around the house when there's no one here, because i have nothing to get away from. if del doesn't want to come (or even if she does...) does anyone else wanna come? i know enough people who only live two or three hours away, and i NEVER see them.


and then, after del's here.... rob's here on monday!! and THEN, after rob's here.... i leave to see kyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyle on friday!! woooohooooo! i'm sooooo excited. (and i'm going to hang out with alex from detroit sometime that weekend too. woo!) and then after THAT.... i'm going to boulder! and then to chicago and michigan (hopefully... if the concert's cancelled... i may just hit chicago and then i can come home saturday night or sunday morning. instead of monday.)


i have some tortilla chips.... with cheese.... and they're really good. mmm.

a post about....nothing really. at least it's short.

i heart renata. i do'nt know if i say that often enough. (is at least once every post often enough?) and i hate my stupid double commenting comments. rawr.


since my mom got home, i have not left my room. but i'm getting really hungry. so i'm going to have to go downstairs eventually. *Sigh* i've been able to hear her yelling and kicking the cat... and banging things around. i'm really not looking forward to going downstairs. oh well, at least after i go downstairs, i'll know exactly what's wrong with me. and boy, i have been wondering.


ok. here i go. wish me luck.

laa

so, my "washing all my sheets and such to keep me from going to bed" plan appears to have failed. because now they're all clean.... and laundry's in the washer and dryer.... and my calvin and hobbes books are calling me..... mmm. and... mmmm fresh warm sheets.... mmmmm.


i want to email alex a response to the novel he wrote me last night/this morning, but i'm not going to. bwaha. (of course this means i'll write him like... a whole series when i do write him.... but oh well.)


scott, dahling, i will have my people call your people and we'll set up a luncheon about the audtions. *mwah, mwah*


renaaaataaaaaa, i think i even fixed the whole "surprise, you have a comment!" situation.... (i hate when it doesn't tell me how many comments i have. and i have to go to the actual control panel site and look at them.)


i just ate an apple. real food! adam will be so proud of me.


i also just tried to listen to my goo goo dolls cd, but 'name' skips so much that it was making me hate my life and i had to turn it off. (i got in the mood to hear it because kait had the lyrics on her LJ, and i was like "I LOVE THAT SONG!" and wanted to hear it, but alas, it was not meant to be.)


*dives into bed with notebooks, calvin and hobbes books, a diet coke, a bottle of water, and some crackers* life is good again ^_^

hehehe, i love renata soooo much.

"i will write a play. right now. for you.
"megan is not skanky". by renata.


act 1.
megan: hi renata!
renata: hi megan!
megan: do you think i'm skanky?
renata: no, i think you're cool. now let's play clue.
megan: okay.


intermission.


act 2.
renata: hi megan, good to see you again. i'm glad you're still not skanky.
megan: hi renata. i'm glad you're not skanky too.
renata: but you know what is skanky? is lemons.
megan: yes indeed. however, they are quite antiscurvylicious.
renata: yes, yes they are.


the end