Happy birthday Meghan!!!

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday. Happy birthday tooooooo yooouuuuuuuu!
Ok, now The words "happy" and "birthday" sound mighty strange
-Aly

Hoppy Easter!

Happy Easter Meghan! Elvis is doing fine he's as feisty as ever. He bit my chin yesterday. And he keeps licking my fingers... It's so strange. It feels like someones rubbing wet sand paper on your fingers. So I got a visit from the Easter bunny this morning... It involved one pound of solid white chocolate, mini eggs and some milk chocolate eggs!!! Yum!
-Aly

Happy Easter! :)

HIGHLIGHT THE LETTERS, ITS EASIER TO READ.

Happy Easter weekend everybody! :)
I love Easter. It's so happy and pretty and innocent and happy.
So right now I'm at my sisters house, sitting in the bottom bunk of my neices bunkbed, plunking this out. And tomorrow is Easter! Hurrah :) So excited. Easter egg hunts make my life. As does goat cheese.
So yesterday, we when drove up ( we being me, David, mom, dad and my brother Adam ) we actually didn't go all the way to Edmonton. We slept at my Aunties house in Leduc, which is about an hour away from Edmonton. My auntie wasnt actually there, so we kinda just borrowed her house for the night.....
But let me just say: scariest house of life. The entire thing is filled, I mean filled with pictures and statues of Mary, Jesus, and tons upon tons upon tons of other religious statues. I mean, I don't mind a few, but really. You walk into the bathroom, sit down on the toilet, and the entire host of heaven is in there, watching you pee. Awkward? I think so.
So then when we got to LeeAnn's, my long-lost sister was there, who I haven't seen in, oh, who knows, two years?
And I say long-lost because I didn't even know I had another sister until I was 9 years old. Do you know how weird that is? Being sat down on the couch, and being told that your mom gave up your sister for adoption when she was born. Having a sister you never even knew about.
Not like anyone cares........................................................ ( BitchFriend )
So anyways.
Tonight, I got to do one of the things I've always wanted to do. Be a photographer! My bother in-law, Brian, is a proffessional photographer, and tonight he had a job. ( a couple renewing their vows ) So he know I'm into photography, and he invited me along as his helper. So I gotta dress up all fancy and play photographer. So fun. I have to say, the best part is when I thought I was alone in a room, and I was striking a bunch of retarted poses in the mirror to amuse myself. Then I look to my side, and some hot guy about my age is sitting on a couch, staring at me. I s'pose thats what I get for being retarted...

- Meghan

Waffles Continued

I realize now that i could have just edited "waffles" and finished it, but what's done is done.
3.The building.  Our building is SO TINY.  Like we're talking microscopic.
2.  The boys.  There are absolutely NO adequate boys in our school.  None.  Zero. Nada.  Zip.  *SIGH*  Maybe that's why all the girls are so irritable.
and finally...
1.  The drama.  This one I could write forever about.  Our grade eight class is so annoying, stupid and dramatic that 13 people left our grade.  Some including...
Mia "ILUGirllyyy" Scrivener
Kailan "Fraz" Fraizer
Demikia "DIDI" Unrau
Connor "Keegan G. Grant" McCollough
Chris Star-Horse (I had a major infatuation with him in the first grade.  Seriously, I would fantasize us riding on his motorcycle with my hair whipping in the wind.  You know, little kid stuff.)
Yes.  I know.  It's sad, there's only 6 people left in my grade.
BUT DID YOU SEE WHAT I WROTE???  DID YOU SEE THEIR NAMES????? "ILUGIRLLYYY", "FRAZ", "DIDI"* and "KEEGAN G. GRANT?"**!!!!!!!!  OUR SCHOOL TOTALLY SCREWED THEM UP!!!
oh my.  hopefully i don't become as screwed up as these ones.
-Aly
*What the hell kind of a name is "Didi"?  Or even Demikia? 
**To be honest, he was screwed up when he got to our school.  I don't think we had anything to do with him being so strange.

Waffles

So I'm actually pretty happy right now. TOmorrow morning; my dad is going to make Kirsten and I waffles. And my dad makes Darn good waffles.
I suppose it's Saturday, so we are having company over for Easter.
So today I have decided to go back to the true meaning of this blog and do s top 10 reasons why...so here goes.
Top ten reasons why elementary school needs o end quickly.
10. It's totally not challenging anymore. I mean, when you get 100% on your test in one of your worst subjects, you know it's really not doing anything for you.
9. The people. Mainly Austin, but also Anna and Hannah. I'm so tired of little miss prissy pants always getting exactly what she wants.
8. Teachers. Nuff said.
7. The homework. The homework tha they give us does absolutely NOTHING for my life.
6. The rules. I understand why there has to be rules; but no peanut butter? No tank tops? No real shorts? Gosh.
5. The time. I don't have time for all this stupid carp. Give me the work and I can fknish It all in less than 2 hours.
4.it's not highschol. Once again, nuff said.
To be continued…
Soon.
-aly

Chillin.

And horseback riding tomorrow!!! I'm so pumped!!!!!!!!!
-Aly

Who was that? Who was that? Who was that?

Who was that?? Who is this "bitchfriend" we speak of? I hope it isn't kirsten.... And I know it wasn't me. BUT GUESS WHAT???????? IGOTMYFREAKINGGRADDRESSTODAY!!!!!!!!!!! And I'm totally writing this entire post on me freaking iPod! And I'm so pumped! Meghan has my birthday present!!!! Yay!!!! I figured out that you can just use the safari app and search blogger, and you can post! So Meghan, you must come over and see me wonderful dress!
-aly

Highland Dancing, Sexy Hair, and Human Emotions

 BEFORE YOU READ: Highlight the letters and its easier to read.

The picture. What my hair looks like after being in a bun all day for competition.

So I'm officially a practicing highland dancer! I practiced two times this week! TWO TIMES!
 Now, I know two times is practically nothing, but the fact that I got off my lazy butt and actually practiced is amazing. I don't think I've practiced more than 10 times in my entire 11-year highland dancing career. And I have a practice record and everything! Three times a week, 40-60 minutes. Aah, I feel so responsible...
I remember this one time I was called up on stage at one of our performances for getting a good placing in our Provincial competition. Wendy ( dance teacher supreem - source of all my hatred ) was making a speech about how all us dancers put in hundreds upon hundreds of hours in the studio, hundreds upon hundreds of hours practicing.... and when she got to the practicing part, Danae blurted out from behind the curtain, "Meghan doesn't practice!" It was beautiful. And true. So I'm changing it. Three times a week. 40-60 minutes. Sheesh...
Anyways, so the other day, I took the wrong bus. Ended up downtown. Walked for three hours to get to my school. In the craaaaaaazy wing.
Now, let me clarify.
THREE.
HOURS.
WALKING.
IN.
WIND.
COLD.
PAIN.
When I got to the school, I couldn't open my lock because my hands were shaking too violently. Now, you think this would be a cause for someone to feel sorry for me. Offer me a little pity, maybe. But nooooo. I told the story to my BitchFriend, and she barely says anything except for "Oh. That sucks. Wanna walk to Timmies for lunch?"
I swear all my internal organs exploded. I felt like screaming at her and punching her in the face and telling her to be a better friend. I was in so much pain from that walk, and the prospect of returning to that wind, honest to God, brought tears to my eyes. Because I was so. friggin. tired.
And I went to Timmies with BitchFriend.
Even after another friend of mine gave her an awesome rant, she still wanted to go. Does she even have human emotions?!?!?!?!!?
I went because I knew if I said no she would wine and sulk and complain the rest of the lunch hour. Aaarrrguuumurrrg.

- Meghan

Orange Shoes

Yes, Kirsten has wrath :P
And swears are just words. They're just more expressive..
I've added the word infatuated into my vocabulary. Doesn't mean I'm a changed person.
Besides, you're the one being a painfully stereotypical teenager and wanting to go do average teenage things such as the estranged species of "chilling at the mall."
And on a happier note, I wore bright orange shoes today! Then I went to the dentist, and he complemented me on them. It appears my dentist is gay.
"Ooh, girl, I like your shoes!"
So that was pretty awesome.

- Meghan

RESIST THE TIMMIES?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!

WHY?!?!?!?!
TIMMIES IS HEAVEN!  SO THEY ADDED ICE CREAM TO THEIR MENU IN ONE STORE!!! THAT JUST MAKES THEM MORE UNIQUE!
*sigh*
*SIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHH*
-Aly

Meghan's Potty Mouth

Have you noticed this?  HAVE YOU NOTICED THIS??????
Meghan has a potty mouth. 
BAD MEGHAN!
BAD!
NO!
NO MORE!
I hate when people swear in front of me... all the time.  Once in a while i don't care.  A lot.
Don't change Meghan! You are awesome with a.... what is the opposite of swearer-er? A non swearer-er.
Please?
-Aly

Reserved

Do you know what just really, really sucks?
I have to get up tomorrow morning and go work out.  how poopy is that?
I reserved a cupcake.  For Meghan.  She better eat it and savour it right.  I guess that means i should really save one for Kirsten too....  or she might be unhappy.  And I do not wish to feel the wrath of Kirsten.. (Does Kirsten even have a wrath?)
Im excited for Sucker Punch tomorrow.... which is almost today, and I should really go.
Addio per ora, i miei amici.
-Aly

Planes, Brothers, Cats

So there was this plane crash in Saskatoon. Everyone's talking about it.
This will probably go down in history for being the strangest thing to ever go down in Saskatoon. I mean, I'm assuming it's pretty unusual for planes to crash in the middle of the street.
The news will have a field day. A.k.a. so will my dad.
Speaking of my dad, I've being laying in the middle of the floor for the past two hours listening to his U2 c.d.'s
I've decided I really, really like them.
I had a pretty awesome day today.
And then my brother posted on Facebook how he was so pumped to be moving to Edmonton. Thankyou, brother, for being thrilled at the prospect of leaving your family for a new job.
I hope I die before him. Then he'll regret it. Fat chance of that though. He's 15 years older than me.
I don't see him enough already, and he lives two blocks down. Now I'll never see him...
I'm going to grow up a stranger of my own brother.
I kind of wish I was a cat sometimes.
Speaking of cats, I got one. I don't know if I ever mentioned that. But I did, and he's a real cutey. He has a personality too, which is good.

- Meghan