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Monday, April 28, 2003

it's going to be one of those weeks. the last one is my favorite.

Sunday, April 27, 2003

I had an awesome awesome time at UNH last night.. I would love to go there next year. Jason's friends were all very nice. I guess he is sort of seeing this girl, which I didn't know... at first she was very quiet and I thought she disliked me, but after a bit she opened up and she is really very sweet. I am pretty protective of Jason, but I approve of her (unless she hurts him, and then there will be trouble).
In any case. It was really depressing to come back to Salve today. Both of my roommates are gone, nobody is around the dorm, and I'm sinking into the standard "I'm lonely and I feel sorry for myself" mode... which is lame but inevitable. I wonder sometimes if there is something really chemically wrong or if it's just standard teenage hormones.
My mom brought me a pan of rice krispie treats on thursday, my favorite thing ever. It was really nice of her to do, except for I think she didn't butter the bottom of the pan so all the rice krispie treats are sticking to the bottom. this wouldn't be so bad, but little bits of the pan flake off and stick to all the marshmallowyness so I'm eating pieces of aluminum with every square. actually, to call them squares is inaccurate, as we have no knives so i am sort of prying up slabs and eating them from the pan.
welcome to college.

Thursday, April 24, 2003

don't want to be an actor pretending on the stage
don't want to be a writer with my thoughts out on the page
don't want to be a painter 'cause everyone comes to look
don't want to be anything where my life's an open book

a dream it's true
but I'd see it through
if I could be
wasting my time with you

don't want to be a farmer working in the sun
don't want to be an outlaw always on the run
don't want to be a climber reaching for the top
don't want to be anything where I don't know when to stop

a dream it's true
but I'd see it through
if I could be
wasting my time with you

so if I'm inside your head
don't believe what you might have read
you'll see what I might have said
to hear it

come waste your time with me
come waste your time with me

so if I'm inside your head
don't believe what you might have read
you'll see what I might have said
to hear it

come waste your time with me
come waste your time with me
come waste your time with me
come waste your time with me

come waste your time with me

again, it has been one week since my last post and this is all I have for you:
time for an upgrade

Thursday, April 17, 2003

does anybody actually know what the meaning is of the phrase "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush"?

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

they always want us to kill dreams
but never until they stand hidden
ugly and basic
below work
rant of the day
do you know what makes me mad? people who think they have a birth-right to everything they want just because of their last name. like those goddamn von trapps in vermont. oh, big deal, so your family was in "the sound of music"- who cares? I remember auditioning for all-states either last year or my junior year, and reading that the kid auditioning in front of me was a von trapp. and you know of course they're going to take that kid, because wouldn't it be cool to have a von trapp in your chorus?! oh my god! but seriously, they can't ALL be musical- the WHOLE FAMILY?

Monday, April 14, 2003

it has been one week since I last posted. however, I still have nothing of substance to write about. so here's what we're going to do: I'm going to go finish my math homework before my test, and you're going to go check out toothpaste for dinner. I promise to make up for my lameness at some point in the near future.

Monday, April 07, 2003

I've been listening to lots of ani difranco and feeling very Angst Princess of the World today... however, I got an email from EMILY W-B today (as in Aramis of our Three Musketeers) and I was positively tickled pink (sorry, lame I know). she sounds well, just as crunchy as ever, but that is exactly what we love about her and I'm glad she hasn't changed. she says she is a "fibers major." I'm not sure exactly what that is... I would guess it is somewhat akin to being a textiles major, but as I am thoroughly unartistic as previously mentioned I can't pretend to be any kind of expert on the topic.

and am I a total dork for thinking this is really, really cool? it would actually probably be a really good investment for me, considering the ridiculous amount of money I spend on soda.
today's discouraging moment: I receive a spam email from MALES - NEEDED with the subject "Pleaase Help Us Megan!!!" The email reads as follows:
Dear Megan,


We are pleased to invite you to become a member of the
Lightspeed Consumer Panel where you can make your opinion count,
and be rewarded for it! Click below:

Click Here

Have a Great Day Megan!

come on, seriously. how many men named "Megan" (or, for that matter, Marjean Speedy Esther) do YOU know?
providence - ani difranco
who knew
at this party that
i would walk in and i would see you
i guess now
we could just get drunk
yeah and that could be our excuse
you could slip
and outta nowhere
i could be there to catch your fall
and we could laugh
at ourselves
and the writing that's on the wall

it's a narrow margin
just room enough for regret
in the inch and a half between
hey, how ya been?
can i kiss you yet?
so we talk like
nervous neighbors over a tall fence
true love
but for the lack of providence

but i just got one more
thing to tell you

cause words are vitamins
and life is short
and i know when we get up
to the front office
we're gonna have to fill out
a full report
the first question will be
what were you thinking?
and the next question will be
what did you say?
and they're gonna check to see
if the answers to one and two
matched up much
along the way

in the interest of poetry
and the cowboy movie
that's you and me
i'm back on the horse now
and i'm riding
i am striding so effortlessly
what i mean is
it's late
much too late for us
and i'm fixing to go home
with just my conscience
and a bitter sense of irony
as my chaperone

Sunday, April 06, 2003

wow, this is WAY BETTER than my real name

My Mormon name is Marjean Speedy Esther!
What's yours?

My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Gangmaster Teapot, Yo.
What's yours?
Powered by Rum and Monkey.

and just because I was having so much fun with the name generators... I ghettified some other people's names.
emily: fellatio teapot, yo
lauren: fallopian ice
ole: ass machine wack
krissy: wankmaster jones
tony (my personal favorite): doctor cwak cwak

there goes fifteen minutes of my life I will never get back.

Saturday, April 05, 2003

dedicated to lauren, who constantly tells me she thinks she has diabetes
diabetes ho
go me
talking dirty

Your Hidden Sexual Talent is Talking Dirty

All the dirty things you speak,

Make your lovers go totally weak.

"Kiss me here, lick me there.

Parade around in your underwear."

What's *Your* Hidden Sexual Talent?

More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva

I will never understand
at what point to you just have to say, finally, that enough is enough?

Thursday, April 03, 2003

I am Eloise. I am six.
How I love her.

However, my favorite book of all time is now somewhat tainted with the memory of a particular night in late January... when I brought Eloise downstairs to read to someone, who happened to be thoroughly inebriated, and he was less than appreciative of both my efforts and my choice of reading material (sample bit of conversation- me: "I am Eloise. I am six." he: "no you're not." me: "I am a city child. I live in the Plaza." he: "no you aren't. no you don't.")
seriously, how can anyone NOT love Eloise?