Blue Stairs And Other Such Matters

So.. today was the first day of real high school, minus the fact that today was picture day. I put braids in my hair yesterday. Looked pretty hot..
So today my mom made me salad and yogurt, ( cuz I never had time to make my lunch.. ) and it leaked everywhere. First day of school, and my locker is already a smelly mess. I cleaned it out best I could, but it still has a faint stench. Thats why I ALWAYS pack sandwiches, I told my mom. But no.. she wouldn't listen. She had to send me a retarted salad. Thankfully, she agreed to give me four bucks in exchange for me bringing a water bottle, which I really didn't want to do. So I bought a griled cheese sanwhich. Since there were no chairs, we had to sit on the steps. This girl who went to my school ( she's in grade 10 - a year older than me ) kept staring at us sitting there, and then her friend went over to talk with us, and Emily ( the girl ) pointed at us and the girl smiled, except not exactly in a welcoming way. Then this older looking group across from us started looking at us and gigling, and then two of them got up, and when they passed, said overly loudly " Man, I remember when I was in grade 9, and we weren't allowed to sit on the stairs. "
Talk about not oubvious..

I'm Always happy, Because the SUN SHINES OUTSIDE!!!

Im so happy you're enjoying highschool, but sadly, its dreary outside. I"M SO EXCITED!!!
-Aly

Meghan Decides This Is Most Definitly Getting Out Of Hand

Whoa whoa whoa Aly.. cool the jets.
ENGLISH program. Meaning No french, meaning No one I know, meaning WAY bigger classes, meaning NO french diploma, meaning I suffered french grammar ( I'm meeltiiingg... ) for NOTHING.
FRENCH program. Meaning Yes french, Meaning EVERYONE I know, meaning SMALL classes ( good to get to know people ) meaning FRENCH diploma ( THE TV SAYS IT HELPS! IT MUST BE RIGHT!!! ) meaning... well.. still french grammar.
There! I said it! FRENCH GRAMMAR.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! 
And idk. I just like saying cool your jets. Your jets didn't really need any cooling

- Meghan

Woot Woot!

So, I must say, high school is simply AWESOME! The first day was only a half day, with 30 mins with each teacher ( but I still haven't met two of my teachers - hmm. ) Its was just so much fun to be with all my friends again, laughing and joking, that I actually cant wait until tomorow. I've never been excited for school before.. perhaps I am ill.
School pictures tomorow! On the second day! And I'm slightly afraid of the big kids! ( gr. 10, 11, 12 weren't here today ) The only bummer of my current life is that my computer has nata interneto. Bummo..
So yes, I am a band geek. I have three classes with almost my entire  gr. 8 class from last year ( yay! ) Except for those cone-heads who decided they were too good for BJM and went else where. I mean, I shouldn't talk, because the only reason I went to BJM was because all my friends were going..
Anyway. Three classes, then me and Moise go on to band. Unfortunately, I just can't seem to keep away from my other ML ( Meghan Lett - Moise Leveque. An unfortunate predicament ). Then, 4 or 5 more classes with only Moise to keep me company until I make new friends. Joy. 
So I've been telling everyone I can quite band after a 6 week trial ( I can ) but I'm not actually sure I want to. But.. I can say I did! No one even knew I was in band until I told them, so as long as no one catches me going in there, I'm scot free. MOOHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!
Anyway.
So far, no outrageously cute boys. Dang.

- Meghan

The reTARDs of the BJM Faculty

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! So what are you going to do????  Are you just going to let them adults make you speak english? the horrors...
So anyways, I just got back from a sweet weekend at the lake.  It was fun.  We salted the soup of the world.  So tomorrow we get free bagels and juice, but sadly, i have to get up at 7:30.
IN OTHER NEWS, I met my grandparents Exchange student, Julia.  She's from Finland and sometimes i can't understand her.  She's pretty dang awesome though, and Jeff and her went on like 4 walks in 2 days.  Plus he got her number.  Yay!  Headline:  Jeff Dates Finnish Girl
JKZ!
-Aly

Laptpop Humbugs

So.. about this laptop. Well.. she's a beaut. I named her Qwerty ( original, i know. ever seen veggietales? Great Stuff ) She was SUPPOSED to be all blue cover, then black insides, but she is about 1 fourth blue, then fades to black for the other 3 quarters. Kinda lame.. i know. But whatever.
Also,  we dont have wireless which = no internet :( So I tried hooking up to my neighbours, but I dont know their code.. maybe some eavesdropping is in order. I do have their key...  hehehehe
And, my mommy doesn't let me keep it in my room at night, cuz she's afraid i'll be "facebookin'" it all night long. Perhaps..
So it comes out at night. And today I laughed at her when she told me to go do papers, so in retaliation, she slammed it, attempted to shut of my light with it ( and failed epicly ) and threw it in her room. I'm surprised at her. That thing cost 230 ( VERY cheap for a laptop - but still ) and I'm surprised she would handle it so roughly.
Hee dum dee dum dee dum...
HIGH SCHOOL! HURRY THE CRAP UP.
Damn i cant wait!! :O

- Meghan

Ahem.

Aly, you're beautiful
So apparently I need to blog more.
Umm..
Well, I'm really super excited for High School.. but the retards ( pronounced reTARds ) screwed my schedule up, so I'm in the english program instead of the french which is a BIG DEAL!! A BAD big deal!! Every single person in my class is in the same homeroom with Mme Santaro.. and it just so happens to be the FRENCH homeroom!! AAaahh!! I mean, it might be kinda cool to be in a different homeroom, cuz then I would probably make a buncha new friends.. but still..
Ooh.
And.. in other news.. I GOT ME A LAPTOP!!

- Meghan

A little bit of Bog Venting...

Im so pissed at my dad! He thinks I do everything wrong!  "Oh, no! Aly stepped on the wrong blade of grass! lets make her clean the house!"  "Hey, Aly left her glass out on the corner table lets yell at her!"  (EVEN THOUGH HE LEAVES HIS FRICKING SOCKS OUT ALL THE TIME.  Talk about hypocriticism.)  I.  HATE.  IT.  He can't just shut his mouth and live with it.  So i trip and fall, then say ow and cradle my knee where most of the skin came off.  "You HAVE to be more careful!!!"  Yeah, i'm okay, THANKS FOR ASKING.  Well thanks for making my life SO DAMN AWESOME.  You really know how to make me feel good about myself by telling me im fat and apparently Its super hard to tell me i look nice, but you tell mom every fricking 30 seconds.  Am i really that much of a let down?
-Aly

Jorge Kicks BUTT!

Im happy to announce, that even though i have a real live fish (Who, by the way is looking slightly discoloured)  Jorge kicks butt.  He kicks Ninja butt.  He kicks EVERYONES BUTTS!!  Especially Meghans.  Because Jorge is black, like a FREAKING SUPER NINJA!!!! MWAHAHAHA!!!!!
-Aly

Gross.

Okay, first of all, I have to say that this new purple type-writer font you have for our titles is GROSS. It looks horrible. Expecially with the orange font we have. Second of all, yes I am still in Edmonton. We were planing on staying until teusday anyway. Thirdly, LeeAnn has not had her baby, which is MAJOR sad face for me. I want her to have it SO bad while we are here. Fourthly, I am very hurt that you thought I would loose our phone. Its only happened twice, you know. And.. (drum roll please) I got a laptop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( laptop DEFINITLY calls for over-usage of exclamations) My moms all like *its only for writting schoolwork, and your not allowed to have it in your room at night,* which is super retarted and lame. But honey, this thing is definitly staying in my room. There is NO way that im letting my parents look through all my stuff while I sleep completely un-knowing in the basement.
So. Top Ten SWEET things that have happened this weekend
10. I got a laptop!!
9. I got a ton of delicious cake off of my cousins wedding. Also, I have only met the guy three times. ( My family is HUGE. From my moms mom ( my grandma - I call her memere ( the traditional french name for grandma) has produced probably about 150 people from her kids getting married and having kids and those kids having kids and stuff) So I am always meeting new people ) They had really good cake.
8. I fell in love with that green cantaloupe stuff that isnt really cantaloupe.
7. LeeAnn almost had her baby. ( As in she had contraptions )
6. We got a ton of IKEA stuff for my room and the almost-done-being-renovated basement.
5. For some odd reason my completely devoid of battery MP4 didnt die for three hours after it run out of battery.
4. We stayed in a lovely hotel. ( With a grumpy suspicious maid who always scolded us for running in the hall and breaking every waterslide rule there was to break )
3. I ate chips.
2. I climbed up a waterslide, only to fall all the way to the bottom about 30 inches from my victory. I was too emotionally dishevaled from my terrible loss to continue.
1. Dude. I ate frickin PINK POPCORN.

- Meghan ( Is pleased to see that they hve fixed the paragraph problem )

FIESTA, FOREVA!!

Im bored.........................................................................................

Sometimes I Overthink, But thats Okay

Possible reasons why Meghan has NOT called me back:
-She didn't get my message
-Lee-Ann had her baby, and she's in Edmonton
-She's being a lazy bum
-Shes out with someone
-Her computer crashed
-She got mad and punched a hole in the wall, therefore earning her a grounding.
-She's babysitting
-She's too excited over something to post
- She's writing a novel
-She's reading a novel
-She doesn't like me anymore :(
-She didn't feel like it
-She lost the phone
Personally, I think the last one is most likely.
-Aly

My life from airbras to zits

Hah.  Like I need airbras.  Hah.  Like I have zits.  It's a good book, though.  Except for the fact that the chick in it (Teresa) has trouble saying condoms.  Thats just... un normal for a 10th grader.  Anyways...  I just finished my last day of folkfest.. The three days of folkfest included:
-1 trip to the carribean pavillion
-2 trips to the ukranian pavillion
-2 trips to the phillipines pavillion
-5 hours at Stirling castle
-Countless slush puppies made by me
-3 "hi's" with Austin, 1 with his mom
-6 dances danced
-1 sticky toffee pudding downed in 5 minutes
-2 shaved ices
-1 sausage roll
-Too many bagels to count
-Trying to persuade the youngest boy dancers mother to get him to enter the sexiest legs in a kilt contest
-Hastily shoving my dance shoes on my feet 30 seconds before we leave the dressing room, then waiting for 20 minutes to actually dance
-Many encounters with drunk people, who ofthen have a little trail of drool on their chin and beers in hand
And the list goes on and on......
-Aly

Folkfest proves to be tiring, Meghan proves that she can remember more than i thought she could

Yes, Jeff still wants Eldest and Brisingr, yes, we need to have a HP marathon, which reminds me... which ones have you seen?  I don't think you'll like the second one, it has giant spiders and giant snakes...  it's the least scary to me.  Here's a list of harry potters.
1- Harry potter and the philosophers stone(S-s-stuttering proffesor Quirrel)
2- Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets (Snakes, spiders, and snape)
3- harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban (Sirius black appears)
4-harry potter and the goblet of fire ( Voldemorts debut)
5-Harry potter and the order of the pheonix (Harry kisses Cho)
6- Harry potter and the half blood prince (Malfoy is greasier and weirder than ever)
YAY HARRY POTTER 7!!!

More Top Tens

Meghan's List of What She Should REALLY Be Doing Right Now :
10. Hang up the clothes on the line. Instead, I'm writing this. When my mom gets back and I haven't done it, she's going to kill me.
9. Get David to shut his retarted music game because he's going to wake up my nephew.
8. Go check and make sure my nephew is still sleeping..
7. Go pack. I'm leaving to Red Deer today.
6. Wash my clothes so I have something to pack.
5. Return my year-old library book and my 5 months old ones.
4. Find my 40 bucks so I can pay the huge fines that the library will surely charge me.
3. I should really go do that clothes.
2. Pay David 10 bucks to run downstairs like a crazy man throw up his arms and yell "I SMELL BAD!" ( We have construction guys working down there to build our basement )
1.   ... Umm.. not this.

- Meghan

Nothing Is Wrong With My Feet

My feet are perfectly normal. It's not my fault - I can't help but write alot. I'm one of those people who say something, then they have to explain what they say, and maybe that will lead to a story, then they have to talk about that.. and I have to let people know EXACTLY how I feel about some and EXACTLY how it happened and... yeah. You know the quote: "A picture is worth a thousand words." Well, that perfectly applies to me.
And hey Aly. Remember that computer game ( I think it had something to do with a princess - I also remember a fat cat that I found hilarious for some reason ) and it had that little dude you would click on, and it would say "A picture is worth a thousand words." And we totally didn't get it AT ALL, and we used to make fun of it? I'm pretty sure we thought it meant that in the olden days, you had to say a thousand words to buy a picture. So we tried, but could never make it to over 100, which doesn't make sense, because if you think about it, I'm positive I know 1000 words. But it's just hard to think of all of them. Besides, I'm way too lazy.
So, this story made me think of two other memories: Barbie computer game, and counting our footsteps on the way home. Footsteps make me think of singing "We are children, children of the light.." while you accompanied me by humming. ( Or vice versa ) and that reminds me of the time that I ran away from you crying one day when we were little because you walked in front of me or something like that. And that reminds me of when you got punished because we walked too slow, and me and your mom played cards while you bawled.. which reminds me of that car game you have, which reminds me that I want to borrow it, which reminds me that Jeff wants to borrow Eldest, which reminds that I still need to watch Harry Potter at your house. So see how I HAVE to write alot? I just HAVE to explain my entire life to people.
Okay, it took so much self-control to end there. Thought is an amazing thing, just like zippers..
P.S. Thank-you for the blog post. Being the pathetic person I am, I'll probably print it off and carry it with me on the first day , just to reassure myself.

- Meghan

Aly follows in Meghans slightly too large footsteps

Top 10 reasons why Meghan SHOULD NOT be scared for highschool:
10. She is funny, therefore much people will like you.
9. You can and will make new friends, because its not like the 14 people from ST. Pauls are the only ones going there.
8.  Jeff will probably say hi to you in the halls, because, well, the school isnt THAT big, so like its bound to happen that you will pass, giving YOU the credibility of knowing a senior guy.  EVEN if he's my brother.
7.  Just because Nicole is scared, doesn't mean you should be.  I mean, you guys are hardly alike.  and she's my cousin, and I've known you for like, 12 years.
6.  Its just a school. 
5.  You're pretty :)
4.  Really... whats the worst that could happen?... wait... i dont think we need another novel sized blog post.  Don't answer that.
3.  You're smart, and plus, you're too good for teachers to hate you, but just not good enough to be teachers pet, which would not be a contributing factor to why people will like you.  Nobody likes teachers pets.
2.  I'm sure you're just psyching yourself out and when you get there you will realize it was tres foolish to fret about it.
1.  ...Who's this backstabbing liar you speak of????

-Aly

I Go According To Plan

So I don't know if you know - but originally this blog was supposed to be about top ten's. So I'm gonna go according to plan and name some personal top tens :
 Top Ten Things That Went Right Today:
10. The electrician guys came to electrify our basement
9. The kitchen light works again!
8. I finally found that the shirt I've had for two years doesn't look goofy with leggings (it looks goofy with any other pants)
7. When I jumped off the fence I didn't completely squash my little brother
6. My memere remembered who I was
5. Video games were invented: therefor saving me from legions of awkward silences with my sort-of friend Nicole
4. My clothes got washed
3. I discovered two fancy dresses that I have which I had totally forgot about and am now faced with a problem that I have never been faced with before : Which dress to wear to my cousins wedding
2. I found the battery for my camera
1. I got paid for babysitting my nephew

Now - the easier ones to think of :
Top Ten Things That Went Wrong Today:
10. I came to the conclusion that the person who I originally thought to be my best friend is a bitchy back-stabbing liar ( not you aly )
9. The pancakes me and Nicole made for my little brother were disgusting - it provided laughter though, which was good.
8. It's not Christmas.
7. It's a long time until Christmas.
6. We gave some random eight year old child none of us have ever met before a ride home, thus forcing David to go into awkward silence (he's shy) thus creating my trivia partner non - existent.
5. I drew a cartoon picture ( bucktoothed messy haired boy with two patches in his jeans and funny looking eyes selling balloons with backdrop of sidewalk, trees, river, then hills ) and it wasn't very girly, just cartoony and goofy. This small eight year girl was very girly ( pink shirt, light pink caprees, pink sandals, pink car-seat with pink flowers, pink tinkerbell sunglasses - no joke ) and she asked me to show it to her. All I got was a "............. oh. It's.. nice. Visions of Mme Coupal float through my head.
4. Nicole told me she was scared for high school. If I'm-too-cool-for-everything-and-super-mature-fashionable-confident Nicole is scared, well that basically means I'm SCREWED. Before today, I had been looking forward to high school.
3. Mom told me I had to clean my room tomorrow, which basically ex-nays all of my plans for tomorrow.
2. I forget every single dance I'm dancing at folkfest. This is where Aly, Danae, Katie, Rachel, Marin and all those other people come in. They better be there..
1. I haven't sucked up enough courage to ask for my allowance yet.

The sad thing is, I could think of more negatives of this day. Geez.

- Meghan

Snuglie - Be Prepared

WHAT?????

I can't BELIEVE Aly said Jason Derulo was cooler than me. That is absolutely RIDICULOUS! If I was a man, I wouldn't shave my beard in that disgusting formation. A) Too much work. He probably takes forever to perfectly shave that pathetic excuse for a beard. Actually, he probably has some kind of low-paid servant to do it for him, considering his grand ego. B) It looks nauseating. If this guy was my friend, he would instantly lose so much of my respect for him. 

Also, this guy is UGLY. Like "U-G-L-Y you ain't no alibi you UGLY! uh uh you UGLY! uh uh." So I don't even understand why all these girls are going ga-ga over him. Really. Get a life. 

And, his dance skills SUCK. They are so lame. I could outdance this guy NO problem, NO disagreements, because I would just totally blast him out of the water.

So basically, I'm going to cry myself to sleep, because I don't think I'll ever get over this insult.

Snuglie - Be Prepared. 

- Meghan

SOOOO.... I guess that didn't work

I tried dissing meghan, but it didnt work.  My post didn't...well, it didnt post.  I said that Jason Derulo was cooler than meghan.
-Aly

Some semi-heartfelt pity for Meghan and her old person backpack

I (sort of) feel for your backpack pains, Meghan.  I had the same backpack since grade one.  So i had a terrible dream last night, where my phone was lost forever in the deep, cloudy waters of emma lake...I woke up last night feeling terrible, because my dad was mad at me in the dream.  Because he pays for my phone.  So anyways, i realised it was just a dream, and i went back to sleep.  See, Meghan?  I do have interseting stories!
-Aly

Oops.

Oops. I totally forgot to make my special-special. ( a word my 3 year old neice uses to describe her special organic treat) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMGZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ug. that was disgusting. And in honor of Aly's new blue plaid backpack. Thats right. BEEE JEAALOOUUUSS OF MY ULTIMATE SACRIFICCCCE!!

Meghan Makes A Special

OMGZ!! I can't belive Aly got a new blue plaid back pack. I'm so incredibly jealous. I still have this lame black thing that my mom bought for me when I got some old people desease in my shoulder and came home bawling one day. I guess Aly must have been sick or something, because when I related the episode to her, she didn't remember it. You'd think that she'd remember me bawling. Anyway, we went to the free doctor (my mom is UBER cheap) and he made me take my shirt off (yes, i was only 11, but still.. is this guy a rapist or a doctor?) So anyway, he diagnosed me, and I've had the ugly back supporting back-pack ever since. It even had these two clip things that go across upper chest and tummy. I never wore 'em though, just made her THINK I did. And the damn zipper never broke. Every single other packback zipper faithfully broke every year, so I was hoping this one would too. Anyway. I'm gonna have to paint my backpack orange or something. Maybe hot pink. That would get me noticed..

- Meghan

how do you replace a power window motor in a 1995 grand prix

There.  I changed it.  Happy?  I am currently reading a book called outside beauty.  Its rather sad.  I have just been informed that i have a new backpack! It is plaid and blue and has FOUR ENTIRE POCKETS!!!!  Thats even more than three!!!!  How lucky am I?...i know!
-Aly

Meghan Creeps On All Of Saskatoon - Part 1

Saturday, August something 2010, I creeped on all of Saskatoon. I started like this.
Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away, snow was falling sofltly outside onto the lamp-lit street, moonlight illuminating it just enough to give the snow that cheerful magical sparkle that makes it look like fairy dust. Everything was quiet and peaceful, and if there was ever a time to take a hand-in-hand moonlit walk with your lover, now was the time. But suddenly, the peacefulness was shattered by happy sounding voices pilling up on the street. The streetlights watched in fascinated horror as their bright-fullness was challenged by the lights, of not one, not two, not three, but FOUR snow encrusted vehicles screeching to a stop, laughter spilling through the tightly rolled-up windows. The perfect snow reared up in disgust as its beautiful whiteness was trampled by a stampede of boots running to the front door, itchy suit pants and beautiful Christmas dresses swishing around as the gleeful children rush by. For something at the door had captured the childrens interest.

A single small package was resting on the front steps. It was perfectly square, wrapped in plaid green and red Christmas paper, with hohoho's written in yellow thin bubble letters.It appeared to have no markings on it, and the children just stared at in it wonder; this Christmas package that had mysteriously come to them so late on Christmas Eve.
The oldest child parted through and picked it up. As she examined it, she thought of many things. Mostly, that this would probably be the last year that she would be with the children. She was at that akward age where you are neither child, nor adult, not quite a teenager, yet not quite a tween. If she had it her way, she would have followed in Peter Pan's footsteps, yet alas, Time, is one thing you can't turn back...
All the children crowded around her, the younger ones craning their necks and standing on their tippy-toes to get a better look. The adults were just now getting out of the cars, some expressing interest in the mysterious package, some still talking about the mass. Christmas Eve mass was always a wonderful hassle. People rushing around the house with five minutes to be ready, burning their hands on franticly curled hair, offering hurried bits of advice ( you have lipstick on your tooth ) and rounding up the ever-present group of boys, who, at the first possible moment, ripped off the tie and dug into the Christmas goodies, scolding mothers with crying babies running after them. After everyone was loaded into the cars, and all the whining was reduced to back-seat grumbling, they were off. Once arriving, the boys would hang their heads low as not to be seen in these ridiculous clothes, pulling at tight necks with chocolate covered hands and grumbling, girls frantically searching for friends and their Christmas dresses, smiling and waving and mouthing; "I love your dress", adults exchanges quick smiles and Christmas greetings as they hurry to find a pew. The priest greets everyone, smiling with the excitement of a young boy who has just found his grandma's hidden stash of mint candies. The children fidget in their seats, impatient for the mass to be over and for the present opening and delicious food eating to begin at home. A few stolen candy canes, Christmas cookies, and assorted chocolates are sneakly passed around from child to child, most of them hot and melted from being clenched in little fists for so long, careful to not let the watching eye of the mother catch them in their dirty act. After the mass is over, the parents always seem to take a lifetime to get moving, children tugging on their jackets and dresses, pleading to go home. The excitement of all those presents under the beautifully lit tree, sparkling with miss-matched Christmas decorations ( the best kind ) is just too much to bear. Now here they finally were, and yet another present has apperared on thier doorstep, enticing them to open it and discover the treausures inside.

to be cont.

- Meghan

Meghan Feels Offended

I see Aly has added that we are regular girls talking about regular things. I resent this. I am not regular, nor are zippers regular things. Also, Aly isn't regular either, though she makes people think she is.
Dear God. This website needs to work on their paragraphs.
Anyway, I was supposed to go to the lake with Aly this weekend, but a had a hot air balloon ride. Turns out, that for the second time we've tried to use these tickets, we can't go "due to rough weather conditions." Now, my computer is located right by my huge living room windows, and as I look outside, I see the kids who I babysit ( they live across the street ) running through a sprinkler. Gee, you know what, that's a good idea. I know what I'M doing after this. Anyway, this is probably the sunniest it's been all week. What, are we going to get fried out of the hot air balloon? This is lame..
So I missed a perfectly good weekend at the lake to sit around my house and be a pointless immovable blob. Not like I have no other friends, but they're all off doing something.
Summer - The love/hate relationship

- Meghan

Gone Fishing

So this weekend im going to the lake. There's purple sand at my lake caused by either a) a gas leak or b) sweet purpley minerals.  Its really awesome!!!  Right now we are packing and its my brother's birthday.  His name is Jeff.  I have to go now, because i am making a cake for him. Chocolate cake with chocolate icing on the inside and whipped vanilla icing on the outside, with 12 dollips of chocolate icing and a chocolate dipped strawberry on each one. the cake took me 22 minutes to bake and its like a very complex 5 part cake. YUM!
-Aly

U is part of U SUCK

Thanks alot Meghan.  "The annoying one from First Post?" Niiiiiiice. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (when people use too many exclamation points, it bothers the crap out of her.  So does cracking your fingers, but its only bad when i do it)Im painting and you are probably getting braces. Ha!  I think you should name your MP4 Gary (Gary the Scary!)
P.S. We're probably never gonna top 10 anything. Maybe I will.
-Aly

P.S. - The Second Generation

P.S. - In order to understand parts of Confusion Arouses, one must first read Going To Bed Proves To Be Too Boring. Then all my curses and foiled again's will be understood.
seriously, I just read an article in the readers digest (yes, i know, I'm cool) about bed bug invasions. Our childhood rime has never been more real.
Sleep tight.

-Meghan

Confusion Arouses

I'm totally confused. It just said that I posted my last post at 10:40, but in reality, it's 11:42 right now. My confusion has been aroused. Is it a different time zone in the place that this blog site was created? I wonder where that is? Whoever invented this site must be feeling pretty pleased with themselves right now for coming up with this idea. Probably almost as pleased as the guy who invented zippers. I sure hope the site inventor doesn't get smart and make us pay. In that case, I'm outa here. I'm assuming Aly would back me up on this position.
My mom's yelling at me. (Curses)
I've heard there was a recent outbreak of bedbugs in Canada. If you live in the red&white, be careful. (Foiled Again)

- Meghan

Going To Bed Proves To Be Too Boring

Well, since going to bed has been proven to be too boring, I suppose I'll blog some more. Nothing like writing pointless crap at 11:28 at night for a site that no one will probably ever read. Which reminds me. I missed 11:11. Again. Curse my luck :)
You know, it actually just took me about 30 seconds to make a new paragraph, which if you think about it, is a long time for a paragraph. Usually you just click the paragraph button, (which in my case says return - don't ask me why) and you get a paragraph right away. That didn't work for me. I kept clicking furiously for about 30 seconds, but nothing happened. Finally, I was forced to admit that my efforts were futile, and I was working on a lost cause. So, under extreme pressure of not being able to make a paragraph, I had to actually move my hand away from the keyboard, put it on the mouse, and click on the area where the paragraph should be appearing, but for some un-known reason, isn't appearing. All that effort! For nothing but to write more pointless crap!
Curses. Foiled Again. I can't believe that either this site discourages paragraphs, or my return button isn't working. The later is too tragic to admit. It just can't be true! It can't!
Question: What could I get Aly (the annoying one from First post!) for a birthday present? I have no originality. Opinions would be helpful.
Sleep tight. (Curses)

-Meghan

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P.S. In order to understand parts of Meghan Gains Freedom, you must first read: First Post!

Meghan Gains Freedom

Well. Aly finally left, leaving me free to post whatever i will. See, she was manning the last post. I had no say in it. I was subjected to her ridicule and abuse over my obsession with the fart-noise-making speaker. Now, to explain the title of this blog.
You see, I've had this unexplainable obsession with zippers for quite some time. Ever since I read a book in which the young boy's father owns, amongst many other things, the manufacturing company of zipper teeth, I've been fascinated with the little silver things. (By the way, the book is titled Son of Interflux - by the amazing and humorous Gordon Korman. A good read, if you ever happen to see it) I mean, they're just so silver.. and so, so shiny.. and just oh, so, FABULOUS! I mean, think about it. Who ever said: "Okay. Lets make a million tiny metal straight lines, sow them on to a sweater, add a fancy contraption, and TA-DA! the zipper. Who thinks of these things? Now if you'll really think about it, it's amazing! It must have taken a considerable amount of time, brain power, and originality to come up with such a common, everyday, un-thought of thing. Because, really. Who ever thinks of zippers? Who ever spends their time thinking about such a valuable contribution to man-kind? So many things we use have zippers. For one, this sweater I'm wearing. If the zipper had never been invented, I would have to do it up with buttons, and everyone knows that that's just plain annoying. Now, the zipper in my jeans. If that wasn't there, I would either have a huge, gaping hole, showing off my yellow underwear to the world, or possibly even worse, nothing at all. Just pants, with a button on top. Every time I needed to relieve myself, or change, I would have to spent countless minutes struggling out of jeans too tight. Or, I could take an even less desirable option, and wear extremely loose-fitting jeans. But personally, I would prefer not to have a sagging behind, or to be publicly humiliated by having the whole of my yellow underwear shown off when my baggy-zipper-less pants fall down.
Well, thats all for tonight folks. More on zippers and their fascinating history when we (or I) return. Sleep tight!
p.s. - I won the class spelling bee in grade 2. Now how's that for good spelling??

First post!

Wow! Who would have thought that they go both ways?!?! JKZ!!!! Sooo... wanna have a slumber party in my basement? I'm Aly and Meghan is playing with a speaker to my right.  What a party animal. Pssssst.Psssssssst. Pssssssssssssssst. PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST! Pst. Pst. PST! Thats Meghan. She's being weird...oh wait, she has just informed me that the speaker makes farty noises.  In this blog, we're going to randomly pick things like clothing brands or phones and write essays on them!!! LAWL, no. ew. its summer. itz time too spel stuff rong and be awesum.  Teusday.  Meghan sucks at spelling, i rule at it. she doesnt know how to spell antidisestablishmentarianism. lol. We're going to make the top 10 of them and we're probably the only ones who are ever going to see them, but whatevs. So if you can leave comments, comment on what you think