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I finally got my braces off!
Yes, and now I have this nice little lisp from the retainer (haha... I mean lisssp). Not that anyone seemed to notice the lisp or the fact that I have nothing on my teeth.
My favorite part about this story is, that it was the first day my dentail hygenist was working and her first time doing the procedure. I was afraid she was going to do something wrong the whole time.
At one point the orthidontist goes:
"Now, Megan, relax your lower lip."
This is when I get material for my blog. This is when I think, "Get the sharp pointy thing away from my gum and then we'll talk about this relaxing you speak of." Which came out more like, "It a arp oiny ing aay om I um n en ill alk aout i eaxin o eak a." Which only made the orthidontist and the denail hygenist laugh because they obviously had no idea what I had said.
I spent the rest of my day trying to be able to say "I think there might be a breeze," and "she sells seashells by the seashore," the rest of the day with my retainers in, which my group found quiet commical in English.
And here I am now. I'm going to go chew on ice now. Goodbye.

Fine.

Ok, I get it! You all hate that I made my new blog privet. Well, if it bugs you that much, then fine, I'll make it to the public again. Just for a few days anyway, then it goes privet again. I had my reasons for the last one.
Now, I must go eat my instant dinner.

Book Suggestions

I need book suggestions!
Prefered: Roamnces
Please God, or I shall be reduced to reading Harry Pooter.
Thank you for your time.

Chop Off My Hair!

My grandmother called this morning, as did my grandfather. I am not to thrilled to see them.
On another not, I can't believe how heavy I am. I'm only 86 fucking pounds!!!!!!!! I am vair vair angry about this.
Special Report:
Oh your God! Mt little brother is growing up. It's so cute. He's got a girlfriend. Her name is Lyn.
She's been avoiding him latly though and he wanted edvice.
I told him then, that he needed to shower more.
And then he said the cutest little thing, "Would deodrant help, too?"
I almost died laughing. It was that funny. "Yes, it might help."
He smiled. Then he hit me saying as he left, "You put this in your blog, I will kill you."
The fun part is, he'll never know. He will never know.
Now, Jack is in 5th grade this year. The truly sad thing is, I think he's smarter then I am. I think my 9 year old brother is smarter then me, too.
In other news:
I'm going to get my hair cut again. I loiked it short. I loved my hair being all long, but then again your sense of style changes with your age. I think I'll cut it to my chin in front and a little shorter in the back because, as many have pointed out before, the hair on the back of my head grows faster then that in the front.
So, that's pretty much all I have to say right now. So, yeah. Bye.

~I'm Back~

No matter what anyone tells me, I keep writing. I like that.
Writing is like having a kid in a way. You, ok. Nevermind, bad useage of words.
That's what I love about writing, too. You can always improve. My english teacher pointted that out on Friday. Most kids growned. I sat up straiter in my seat, more itentive.
I also love being predictible, but at the same time, astounding my readers. As I child I would become the main character in a book, imagining the setting so well I was actully there. When I took up writing as a hobby at the end of 7th grade I was determind to do the same. I failed misribly. In about late October early November I started working on what I though would become a novel. What became of it? It's an unpublished novellet that will be placed in a book (I hope) with other novellets I've written. I've been working on it about a year now. Can't say I'm proud of it though. Its good, but not good enough. It needs to sound more like me, less like other books.
The most annoying part of my day, was th fact the Asley Tisdale version of Kiss The Girl was stuck in my head all day. Not that I don't like the song, but when your me, it gets annoying as hell. On another music note, when I'm not doing a replay of Kiss The Girl, I'm humming the song Girl Next Door (Saving Jane) Which I would love to have stuck in my head rather then Ashley Tisdale.
I'm glad I'm able to write again. It seems for awhile there I didn't sound like myself. It was all tight, J. K. Rowling sort of writing. But, I can write again, as well as I did this summer (which is an improvement from the writing I've been doing so recently).
I'm glad to be back. But I'm tired and have to go to bed now. By the way, if you have any color ideas for my doll house, they would be much apricated. I'm re-designing it for my designs final (I'm still wondering what posessed me to sign up for it). Anyways, I'll write again tomarrow. Goodnight!

Saturday

After a morning of Dead Like Me, it makes me wonder. Is death really the end of the trip, or is there more after it?
Nothing hurt very much today. Not after my day with Jevne. She gave me chocolate. Thats all I need. Her and the chocolate she brings! Its funny, whenever I'm depressed I cant eat anything but chocolate until I get better. I geuss I'll be eating a lot of chocolate then.
No party Saturday. I'll have it in June. It's warmer and junk then... and my birthdays in June, too. I don't like celebrating my birthday though. Why be alive when your gonna die anyway? Thats all a birthday is, celebrating life. Thats why it depresses me so. Why is my life so important. No one gets famous until after they're dead anyway.
Ugg. I have a headach. I'll talk to you guys later.

Friday

Very uncreative, but... I don't feel in the mood to make it so. In fact, I want to die.
The dance, itself, was fun. The thing is, that I had this horrible feeling at the begging. That something bad was gonna happen. As always, I was right.
At this one point in the dance, I got depressed. I suddenly felt my lip trmble. I bit it to stop from crying. It worked and I had fun agaim. I could no longer make myself look happy at the end though, like suddenly everything I knew flew out of me.
The good news is, I got everything on my check list done tonight.
1. Help friend with troubles.
2. Get other friend dancing.
3.Hit Ben if avalible.
4. Flirt.
One was easy, I didn't do anything. Two, ditto. Three was the best. Four I had no succsess with. I danced enough though. I loved it. I'm glad Emily and Beth made me dance. I am.
The bad part of using this as a dairy, is that I cant vent about the things I need to vent. I cant talk to anyone about them. I wish I could suck it up, but, I'm a worthless load of shit and doing it.
I have a reason for it. I do.
I want to cry now. I've never wanted to more in my life. But, as usual, I cant.
If there is a God, he hates me.

Nothing to do but to sit, sit, sit, sit. And we did not like it. No, not a bit.- Cat In The Hat

I spent until now trying to think of what to write. I'm out of miterial. I'm out of topics. No more writing for Megan.
The biggest peices of news are:
Molly Gamble thought me and Emily were cute together and was disapointed when we she heard we broke up (she heard yesterday).
And...
MOLLY AND CHRISTIAN R GOING TO THE DANCE TOGETHER!!!!! *screams with excitement*
Thats about it though. Not a lot to say. Mt writing is getting worse and worse everyday now and I have to find cat ears by tomarrow. So I'm off to Target. Goodbye.

A Little Angel on Your Shoulder

You remeber when you were little and in the cartoons you watched the character would sometimes have themselfs on their shoulders? Only the thing was the guys on their shoulder was dressed as a devil (usually on the left shoulder) and a angel (usually on the right). Well, I felt like I had a devil and an angel today (mostly for the amuzement of the readers). It was kinda funny. Most of the day, I felt like flicking the angel off my shoulder. She was being vair vair annoying.
It kinda like talking to myslef (my mom calls it 'an over active imagination'). One 9of the conversations the 3 of us had (or, techincally the one of us) went something like this:
Angel: You know, you should go to the dance. You had fun last year remeber?
Devil: Yeah, because she was insane last year. Dude, you should totally stay home. You can watch 8 to 10 hours of Dead Like Me.
Angel: But aren't all your friends going, Megan? Don't you want to hang with them?
Devil: Friends? (laughter)
Angel: I mean, Beth and Matt and all them.
Devil: (laughing harder)
Me: Yeah. Stop laughing. Damnit! (flicks devil off shoulder) They are my friends. (more uncertainly) Right?
Angel: Duh.
It's kinda like a fairy story, what goes on in my head sometimes. Maybe I'll write all the conversations down one day. I mean, I am a writer, even if I'm not a very good one.

Happy Sounding to Terribly Mad

I spend my free time reading and writing usually. (I also talk to my friends, but this is about my hobbies, so, sorry.) I read to figure our what I'm doing wrong with my own writing and to figure out how to get a good reaction out of people. The writing, it comes naturally.
Most people's fist thought when they look at my writing (or the first comment they give to me anyway) is that my spelling is atroshish (haha, get it?), which is very true. I cannot spell right for the life of me and the more tired I am, the worse my spelling gets.
The next comment I get is: It was good, though I really have no clue what they mean when they say this. I don't know if they're lying or not. I don't know if they mean 'it was good. write more. I want to know how it ends' or 'it was good, but it could do with a little sprusing up' or a nice midum between the two. I find this terriblly annoying. As a writer I would enjoy to have critisum, because thats the only way I can improve. (And compliments are bad. Very, very bad.)
Now that I have that part of my life written, I don't have to again. Ever again.
Instead I'll write abouthow I feel, which, in comparison of yesterday, is pretty crappy. I have tried to write this bit about 40,000,000 times before getting to this point. I feel increaingly worried of my grades. (Whoo! Stress!) I have an 'F' right now in Science because of my vacation and I owe Mrs. Dobson $5 for a new small graduated cyliender because I broke one today.(smooth, huh?) I feel so stupid. It's like, I can't get any smarter and the important stuff just isn't sticking, but the fact the Walt Disney thought that if you went in a strait line, you got bored, so to make sure his theme park was always fun he made the roads curve, stays in my head forever. I don't even like Disney!
I also hate when I know somethings wrong with me and can't express it unless I write it down.(Or, techinically, in this case, type it down.) I cannot believe I can't express my... annoyence toward myslef, and sometimes even towards others. I'm a writer and I can't even properly comunicate what I want to say!
I also hate that I cant seem to ever cry at the right times. I cry when I'm frustrated, but I don't ever seem to cry when I'm sad. I ask myslef this qeustion a lot, but, WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I SEEM TO CRY FOR SOMETHING IMPORTANT?! WHY CAN'T I BE NORMAL?!
Ok, I'm sure you've heard enough from me today. Until next time.

Attention Folks!

Being tripped is not fun.
Having Rug burn is not fun.
Having everyone but your friend who was standing 4 feet away asks you if your alright sucks.
In other news, I went to the orthodontist and good news:
I GET MY BRACES OFF IN A WEEK!!!!!!
And I don't have to wear rubber bands ever again.
AND my retiner is going to be purple.
That's all I have to say today. Goodbye.

My Entire Week, Summed up in One Post

I'm back! Ok, so I'm going to do this in list form (I've been planing this since wednesday so its for me not for you). I might have some more written for funny events or events I want more detailed, but other then that, it'll be a list.
I'll start with homecomming since I didn't have time to write about that.
In English that day, I knew how it felt to be a porn star. Now that I know, I never want to be one again. That's all I have to say about that.
The homecomming ritual was fun, and I thank Emily for my admission again (you're souviner is great, you'll love it).
Ok, time to list.
Day 1: Getting there and Disney: Magic Kingdom

• 4:00 Plane Ride on the fucking smallest plane ever!
• Alanta: I miss my friends already

Now, the gross thing about here, is that we got some food at a place here and my dad wrung greese out of a fry. Gross, no?

• Nap when we get to the condo

I put in Princess Monokee by Hayao Miyazaki (my brother's choice. I am not obsessed, thank you very much!) About halfway through the movie I fell asleep and when I awoke (or, better put, woken up by my brothers) when the movie was over (thus why the slimey little bastards woke me).

• Space Mountain
• Monsters Inc.: Laugh Room (where mym father was the guy who "doesn't think this is funny)
• Tea Cups: when Megan rides multiple times and barfs twice.

While waiting in line for this ride, my father tells me that if you're going to be a writer, you have to go on at least one drug trip (thus Alice in Wonderland). I just laugh and barf.

• Splash Mountain: When the boys ask me who "Bere Rabbit" is

Ok, so here, on the way in, my dad goes, "Boy, the really have the Bere Conditioning going, don't they?" and after, while still on the ride he goes, "Now, to make sure you don't get off the ride dry, they have a hillybilly spray you with a garden hose." No hillybilly. No garden hose. Less enjoyable.

• Pirates: When Megan runs out of money (No souviners for you! Mwa ha ha ha ha!)
• Getting lost on the way back to the condo: Fun For The Whole Family!

And that's just day 1... sometimes I worry for my parents sainty (a.k.a. my father) No cute boy sightings yet.

Day 2: Disney: MGM Studios

• Wake Up
• Ride Tower of Terror (I'm not typing 7 arriving at Disney Parks, damnit!)
• Drew Carry: sounds studio (when I refuse to go on the Star Wars ride)
• Jedi Guy: Starring some Disney employee! (when I say, "Hell, yeah! I'm going to the dark side. Come on Vader!

Ok, so some guy was dressed in a jedi costume and was teaching these 5 year olds to use a lightsaber and darth comes up and askes them to go to the dark side with him. I, being sick of the jedi, scream at the stage, "I'll join ya!" No one else notices but my very embarresed parents.

• Muppets
• Pizza Planet (Why I love Jack)

Ok, weird, I know. You see, I wanted a Stitch toy because Stitch rocks, but it was $11. So we go to this Disney version of Chuckie Cheese and I see this crain machine filled with Lilo and Stitch dolls. $3.50 later I had a Stitch toy AND a Lilo. (I got the Lilo myslef, Jack won the Stitch for me.)

• Rockin Rollarcoster also known as Headach World!: staring Areosmith (It's not that I didn't like the music... the Rollarcoster part was awful though... and my brother didn't want to do it twice, so I had to go again)
• Fanrasmic also known as Fanstupid

At this point, I beginto miss my friends real bad. See, they had this pocahontas thing, and I thought of Sara.

Day 3: Sea World

• Wake up
• Mantee's: The sea cow: more homesickness
• Alantis: the awful water ride, now in this special TV offer, you get one mime totally free!
• Lunch
• Shamoo the killer whale also known as Shampoo
• Wild Artic: Star Wars with Polar Bears
• Kraken: one of the best rollarcosters ever!
• Sharks: Welcome to Underwater World!
• Penguins (smelliest bird on earth) and puffins (not as smelly as penguins)
• Buying a Grover puppet

My dad does voices and one he can do is Grover. He said," I, Grover, am here to teach you the evils of sports gambling so I might get an early release. It was fucking hillarious.

• Leaving SeaWorld (allauha!)
• Compter Night: talking to Megan: wanting to die

Day 4:Universal: Islands Of Adventure

• Suess Land

My dad asked me to write the story he made up entitled: The Sneetches meet The Lorax. The sneetches kill the lorax and eat him. The End.

• The Lost Contant: Deuling Dragons Ride: Another good Rollarcoster
• Jerrassic Park: Lamest water ride ever
• Cartoon Lan: Dudley Do-Right Ride

When Hillybillys really did spray us with garden hoses!

• Hero Land (Hulk: best rollarcoster ever!)

THis is whn I refused to take pictures next to anyone who wasn't a girl superhero. I mean, they do all the work and the guys get all the credit. Like for instance: X-Men. If Rouge hadn't been there, there'd be no Wolverine.

Day 5: The Ocean and NASA

• The Ocean

On the way there we saw a sigh reading: Kola-T-Cars

• NASA

Day 6: Univeral: Studios

• Jevne texts!
• Terminater 2 (Owen has an axsiety attack)
• E.T. (Lamest ride, longest wait)
• Men in Black (and alien would eat me)
• Jaws: when I wish the shark would have eaten Matt (not my friend, the "tour guild")
• Earthqauke: when I lose it (WHEE! Spaz attack!)
• The Mummy: when I meet Drew

He sat next to me on the ride. He was 14, had brown curly hair (lighter then Matt's), and had a brittish acsent. Need I say more? (I even got "scared" on the ride. Ha ha ha.)

• Twister: More hypervenilation for Megan!
• Shrek 4D: Nothing to report
• Dinner at Downtown Disney
• Computers: Talking to Matt
• Jevne calls!

Day 7: Disney: Animal Kingdom

• Wake up call (literally) Sorry if I hung up on you!
• Rapids Ride

The first time I didn't get wet, so I went again with my bro. The I got soaked. Didn't dry off until I got home that night.

• Everst: Pretty cool rollarcoster
• It's Tough To Be A Bug: still hate the creepy crawlies
• Finding Nemo: The Musical (Yes. The musical.)
• Dinosaur Ride (when Jack wet himself in fear)
• Sleep

Day 8: Pack up, Go Home

• Clean Room
• Cheack Out
• Downtown Disney (Souviner time!)
• Airport: Finding the week I leabe, the guys come
• Plane
• Alanta: when I see all the hot guys who are flying back to MN with me)
• Plane
• HOME!!!!!!

Ok, so, I'll post pictures as soon as I can and... here's a list of souviners and the people I got them for:

1. Emily: Christmas Ordiment
2. Jevne: Shells
3. Matt: Stuffed Toy
4. Sara: Stuffed Toy
5. Molly: Keychain
6. Beth: Keychain

As they say: Ta ta for now!

Florida

I'm off to Florida my friends, and instead of sending out a mass e-mail like every other loser in America, I'm telling you'll this way.
I will write several posts about my vacation in full detail when I get back, so, see you in a week!

Cookies!

This post isn't actully about cookies of course, its about... love?
My insperation is back *corwd cheers) thank you, thank you.
I really don't have much to say again (that's nothing new). So... I geuss I'll see ya'll tomarrow (figuritivly).

Cold

Why so far north?
Why?
I mean, I love sonw, but why does it have to be so cold that we're freezing our asses off?
Thank God, I'm going to Florida.

Girl Scouts

Girl Scouts is nice,
Girl Scouts is long.
I hate the people there,
but I love the....song?

Emmi lost her voice,
and when I laugh,
she smacks me beside the head,
breaking my.....ass?

Really all I have to say...
This poetry thing is hard by the way.

Fishies

I like candy.
I like candy shaped like things ( mainly animals... especially monkies).
Therefore, I like the fish candy the Wootten's gave me.
Thank you guys!

Happiness and Muffins

Yay!! Only the Wootten's left to except now! Let's see.
I had muffins 4 breakfast while watching Pokemon (nothing else was on that I could stand that my brothers could watch, too. Also we have Dead Like Me from NetFilx so I'll be watching that later.
I'm going to have a bagle for lunch and I'm going to eat so many cheetos they're going to be comming out of my pours!
Unforchunatly, starting next Saturday (the 13th) I will have no computer axcess for a week. I'm going to Florida. But, whatevs. I wont have to do the community servise project with you'll.
I can't wait until I go! There's this pizza place at the resort thats really good. Plus, I'll finally see the ocean for the 1st time *eyes glitter*.
Also, I know you all are wondering why I made a new blog. Well, I don't think that's any of your buissness, so there.
Oh-your-God! I'm so fucking hyper. My dad let me watch Baxter last night. Have any of you heard of that movie? Baxter. It's an Alfred Hitchcocik movie and its really good. It's in french. I almost couldn't watch it though on account of my mother. She thought I was gonna wet myself in fear or something.
Can you tell I'm hyper?