Granny Dino's

I swear, this picture gets me every time. I love Aly's face. She looks like an old granny dinosaur that forgot her false teeth in the jar.
And for any randoms that chance upon this blog, I'm the one on the left, and Aly's the granny dinosaur on the right.
P.s. - My edits are usually better then this. I was experimenting with the pixelator. xD

- Meghan

Coffee House

So I danced in coffee house today. Danced: as in highland dancing. Aly came, which was nice. I mean, I threatened her, and then she came, but whatever.
So Jeff ( Aly's big brother ) piped on the bagpipes for me and my dancing buddy Angela, and we danced. Then we danced off stage and Jeff did his own thing, which was actually pretty sweet.
My friend Jenna was there too, which was nice.
And then at the end, the scary big kids forced us on to the stage to sing Don't Stop Believing... it was scary...
Well, I don't really have much else to say. Only that I'm surprised in myself. A year ago, I would've fainted just audition for Coffee House, never mind dancing! Actually, I felt like running away. I hid in the bathroom for most of the time. :P
My self-confidence needs some work. I'm becoming waaaayy too familiar with the bathroom. Its actually quite pathetic.
Anyway.
Night-night.

- Meghan

So today, I had a request for a post. That's never happened before, largely due to the fact that no one's ever known about this blog before.
The Requester: Sam Stinn - alias, Ciborg Genius
Soo.. yeah. I guess I'm supposed to write about Sam.
Hm.
Well, she has a boyfriend. His name is Nick, he has a broken arm, he pee's on streets and eats a lot. 
Sam has red hair. She decrees that one day red heads will take over the world. I disagree.
She's funny and slightly weird and pretty. For some strange reason she considers 80% a failure. I consider 80% a celebration. Well, for math that is.
She obviously has stellar choice in friends, and she has good choice in shoes, too. ( Doctor Seuss shoes! xD )
She plays like, god knows how many instruments. ( Piano, saxophone, violin, ect... ) She was kind enough to introduce me to the fantabulous word "Airhead."
We've had a lot of good times, along with Kara and Mackenzie, two other awesome people.
Yet there is one tiny, yet important thing I absolutely hate about her.
TEACHER FAVORATISM! grrrrrrr..........
So she gets 97% on a test, then "fails," and gets 84%. But instead of adding those two together, the teacher just drops the 84%, saying its her "little gift to her students."
I could go on, but I have to go eat......
Chow. ( Ciao ? )

- Meghan

I Ususally Abhore Dramatic Shpeels

Well, I haven't posted in a pathetically ridiculous amount of time.
So. My life sucks.
Well, not really. Parts of it are averagely good.
But then there's math
And retarted friends
and..............flooding basements. Yeehaw.
Also, Demon Dance Teachers From Hell With Expectations. I don't care if I have talent. I want to sleep for once. And get a higher mark on a math test so my ciborg genius friend can stop bothering me...
Oh yeah. I got a cat. Full name: Elvis the Terminater, E.T. for short. Because David (little brother ) loves the movie E.T.
He has this friend, Reid. Reid is short and blonde and crazy and funny and possibly Davids clone. Minus the funny. Anyway, they have this stuffed E.T. thing from the movie. Whenever Reid comes over, they head down to the basement, throw E.T. into some obscure unknown corner, turn all the lights off, and search for E.T. When they find him, they scream bloody murder and run upstairs. But the fun thing about this is that whenever the lights go off, I am already in the closet, hiding. I swear they screamed so high that only a dog could of heared. And David had nightmares about me for two months after. I have no idea how Reid fared.

I think it's funny when British people say bloody hell.

Ten Things People Would Just Be Better Off Without:
10. Gossip. Honestly. Just give it up. Does it help anyone? Does it help you? No. Now shut up. I'm trying to eat my sandwich. I don't care if her shoes are overely sparkly.
9. Complaining. I don't care. I have to do it too. Now shuttup.
8. COD obsessed males. Try sitting in math class every day hearing ME talk about mani's and pedi's and hair. So shut the fuck up.
7. High Pitched Whiny Voices. Nobody's taking you seriously, you don't sound hot, cute, or sexy, so just stop, and resume your normal God-given voice.
6. Granny Panties. No mom, my butt isn't a size 14, thankyou very much.
5. Umm... hmm. Peanut Butter. That foul concoction is the very essence of hell itself, risen straight from the pits of Doom.
4. Braggers. You know, I can honestly be genuinely happy for you. And when I hear it for the 50372759837th time, expecially when you compare me to whatever you did better than me, your nose can be genuinely bloody.
3. Math.... just math.....
2. Lieing. ( how the fuck do you spell lieing???? ) The truth will set you free. Supposedly. So.. stick with cheesy quotes. The truth probably does work out better in the end. Sometimes. Lieing is handy, though. so I'll be hypocritical and not follow this all the time.
1. Natural Disasters. 'Nuff said.
( Also, as a side note, Justin Beiber could be an optinonal replacement with lieing, if need be )

Well, I had a shitty-ass day, with some shitty-ass friends ( not ALL of them, just claryfiying )
The funny thing is, no one would ever be able to tell. Smile, right?

I just wish I could be living in an apartement, living off of pancake mix, grilled cheese and KD, dancing with the blinds shut to whatever beautiful I feel like.
Oh, and I'm usually not this dramatic. I find it overly cliche.

- Meghan