The Very Annoying Game

All day today I've wonder what to write.
Since I write about how I feel, I was vair vair confused as well.
I'm happy today.
I'm sad today.
Bad news 1st:
One of my friends and I... we aren't exsactly to keen on eachother right now. I'm afriad to wonder if they even read my blog anymore. I hope they do.
At the same time, I wonder if its not a good thing. I mean, I'm done, aren't I?
But then again, all I did before last night was worry. I geuss I'll still worry.
The happy news:
I'm slugde partners with my crush!
I really really really really hope he asks me out. I KNOW he likes me.
During Science (this is so bad, I know) during the lab, We just joked and pretended to listen to (as I'll put him) the annoying-ass kid (ask later, read now) talk as we just...
anyhoo...
I had a good and a bad day;
So,
What do I write about?

Belts and More Megans

Well, today I wore a belt.
It started out like any morning I don't do my laundry the night before so I have no cloth *deep breath* and I have to catch the bus in five minutes.
And I needed something to wear.
I intincantly chose jeans (that amazingly fit) and a white tank top underneath a black t-shirt. My 1st thought was, "It's not enough."
Lately I have been dressing for my body type and (may I add) love the outfit's I have been choosing, getting compliment after compliment when I wear a new one.
So, I picked up a belt.
"No," said my picky self, "leave the belt at home."
"But it's cute." (my fashionable self)
"No."
I start to take it off, then glance at the clock.
"Hah! I win." (fashionable self)
"Fuck you."
I wish I'd gotten more comments though.
For girls:
Have you noticed, unless their dating you (and even then its rare) boys don't tell you how pretty you look?
I have.
I have at least one class with both of my crushes, neither of which took any notice to my outfit at all. I know one doesn't like men at all and never will. But the other one does, and I find it annoying.
*sigh*
Being pretty is hard.
But trying to be pretty, I find that to be even more challenging.

For One More Day

Have you ever been disaticsfied with your life?
I am with mine.
I'm sick of editing, I want to do something.
I want to write again.
I want to write something good again.
Enough ranting though. No, enough ranting about that.
I always rant.
For a better day, I have to say my parents punishment is a good thing. I am trying to study more, and the book I got from the library rocks.
Its a romance novel where the girl dies at the end (I think).
In my life, I find myself bored. I find myself crying. But, somehow, this calms me.
I end this post saying:
I won't say I'm in love,
and
I'm just the girl next door.

The Usual Sunday Night Post

As usual tha amazing race was on.
Our standings:
Goth Couple, Kynt and Vyxsin: 5th place
1 Month Dating/ Hypies, TK and Rachel: 7th place
Aisian Dad and Daughter, Ronald and Christina: 4th place
Blond Girls, Shana and Jennifer: 6th place
The detour this week was Shake Your pan or Shake your booty (not even kidding).
In shake your pan you had to mine 1 lb. of gold. In shake your booty you had to dance a native dance and make up some moves with your own creativity. A pannel of judges would then, well, judge you. I would do the gold one cause frankly, I don't dance.
Then there was this U-Turn thing where if someone U-Turned you you had to go back and do the other task before going through.
Our blond friends U-Turned Lorena and Jason (I do not follow them) and caused their elimaination from the race.
The roadblock this week was interesting. You had to ride a bike loaded with shit (including a goat) to this market, then find a certain vender in the very center of said market.
And as always, here the line-up:
Emily: I'd make her do it
Matt: I suppose I'd have to
Christian: He'd do it (it's a bike thing)
Beth: Dunno
Molly: Dunno
Sara: Dunno
Jevne: I truley have no idea
and our newest edition Ben S.(not that he reads this, but poo, he's still my friend): Dunno
I'm done now, so comment away.

KC

I just got home last night from an interesting Thanksgiving.
I say interesting because Thanksgiving is an iteresting holiday as it is. We're supposed to "give thanks".
It was origionally in October when the settelers said, "Fucking... Well we got through one year on this God forsakin'..... Well, most of us anyway. Those who survived should be thankful. I know! let's have a celebration celebrating our survial and thanking the dead that it was them and not us."
Then Thanksgiving was a forgotten holiday until the 1860's when Lincoln tried to stop battling (actully it was used to supries confediret soljers when they thought there would be peace for a day). This tradtion of supriseing is kept on by having football on Thanksgiving. The tradition of Thanksgiving has kept on since on the other hand.
I dunno about most familys, but my Thanksgiving is also my Christmas. I get presents.
This years most significent was the Nintendo Wii that my grandmother got. Actully, she got three, which if you knew anything about the sales of said product, is impossible because they only let one Wii go per costumer.
It was amazing she got three.
I don't get to play it until the excitment runs off though (and I've already thrown out my arm from playing on it... dont ask).
I also got make-up. And advise on boys. I wanted to kill most of my relitives by the end.
My favorite of the gifts had to be the Thsaurus my granparents got me.
Yes, what a geek am I? I asked for a Thursaurs for Christmas. I didn't get my long awaited i-pod, but I got my Thusauras.
I'm glad I'm home all in all.
And, just wait until Christmas comes around. You get a lecture on that, too.

School

I depise Spenser.
That sums up my day.

Amazing

ok.. let's just list... I can't stand writing an intro.
Goth couple, kynt and Vyxsin: 4th place
1 month dating/ hypies, TK and Rachel: 2nd place
Aisain dad and daughter, Ronald and Christiana: 5th place
Blond girls, Shana and Jennifer: 7th place

The road block was simple. Milk a camel then drink the milk.
Emily: I'd make her milk the camel
Jevne: We'd fight over who milked the camel because niether of us actully want to do it
Matt: I'd make him do it
Christian: I'd make him do it
Molly: We'd fight
Beth: We'd fight
Sara: I'd make her do it

The Detour was teach it or Learn it
in teach it you had to teach kids from the west afriacan school english words and in learn it you'd have to learn the laungue.
I don't know which I'd do cause they both sound fun. But seeing that I'm close enough to failing spanish I'd be better off teaching.

Well... there you go.
Comment away.

Lego Leuge

My brother did SOOOO good today at his ternament. He, unforchunatly, got 7th place. BUT, his team beat the Glen Lake team in head to head compition. Hahahahaha! My brother's team is better then that team. *laughs evilly knowing 1/2 the people reading this blog are from Glen Lake* I'm gonna hurt on Monday.
So, anyway, I felt sick this morning. I didn't actully eat anything until about 6:45. The scratchs I showed Beth haven't gone away yet and I finished my book (It was really, REALLY good. I suggest you all borrow it from me. Speaking of barrowing... Emily can you give me my book back please and jevne, I'd like my Harry Potter movie now. You've had it since August and it's November [I'm talking to both of you]).
Anyway, all in all, life is good.

Chinese Food

I shouldn't eat Chinese Food. It doesn't agree with me. But it tastes so fucking good!
I'm so frustrated and upset right now. On top of that I'm depressed.
For those who don't realize, this is not a good mix.
I don't know why I'm like this. I've felt nauseous the last couple days.
Project Runway is going to be fun this year.
So far my favorite people are the crazy naturalist lady and the fat guy (and the guy named Christian and Kit, but mostly the crazy lady and the fat guy).
At this point, I want to complain.
Why can't I write anymore!?!
And when I do write, why is it all shit?!?
And... Tim Gunn has a big head.

My Poor, Poor Pants

I just mended for the 1st time in my life.
I took my pants with the holes in them, found some jean fabric and sewed it in.
Not only did they turn out awful, but I might have to wear them to school tomarrow.
Oh well, I geuss it'll have to do.

Day 2

I'm back and my figure hurts and I want brownies. Brownies and Chinese Food. Ok, and maybe some cheetos.
I got a haircut after school today. Yay. It's shorter now. About an inch sorter to be exsact.
On another note, last nights dream was wierd and I want to talk endlessly about it.
This is all I remeber:
I was kissing Alex D. and then his lips turned into a duck bill. It was the scariest fucking thing I've ever dreamed. In English I was looking all over to see if my dream actully happened (of course it didn't because it happened at... a place that is my happy place. I never take anyone to my happy place).
Also, the Project Runway starts tonight! Yay!
My hated person of the day (and every other 'A' day) is Spencer. I'll leave you to 'boo' him now.

Haloween

I geuss I was just not emotionally ready to talk about that.
I don't remeber if I wrote about re-decorating my dollhouse or not, but I did.
AND I GOT 100/100 ON MY FINAL! (which was re-decoreating my doll house).
It was fun.
I was really bumed when I couldn't hang out with all my buds for halloween, but now that I think about it, I had more fun designing my dollhouse and hanging with Audi and Abby (and Jevvie of course).
In other news,
PROJECT RUNWAY STARTS WEDNESDAY!
I'm happy. Kinda.
Ok, to tell you the truth, yesterday was the owrst day of my life. I don't even remeber why.
I'm better now.
I think.

Your God, and Ice Cream

You might have noticed the anime is gone. Its probably going to stay gone. Insted I'm using Winterfest pictures (Janurary's must see. You better come is better.).
Ok, so, I watched Blue Collar Comadey after school today, and you know, its dangerous.
If I didn't know my face turns the color of and apple when I public speak, I would think I could do what they do. I repeat to those,' you can do anything' hopeful losers, My face turns bright funcking red when I public speak.
I have to say, Facebook is fasinating. People are scoreing me on shit I don't even care about.
Because I'm bored as fuck, I'll rant about it. And you'll listen because you have nothing better to do either.
Apperently everyone whos scored me thinks (these are the ones I either care about or think are funny as hell) I'm kinda maybe got enough brain cells to get by.
I got the same score as artistic and nice. I find this funny. Though, I find everything funny.
Dude, I got more on talkitive then I got hot. I am hurt. I got a 4 on hot. I'm totally kidding. If I had to score me I woulda givin myself less.
Though, I only got a fucking 2 on athletic. I'm sorry, I don't do sports, but still. I'm ok at sports. Kinda. Ok, not really.
Anyway, today at school me and Ben talked the enitre day. It was nice. I love Ben (in the friend way). Dude and that intrst bit was so stupid.
"Would you like to orgonize boxes?"
"Hell no, you fucking test people, I would not like to origonize boxes."
Anyway, that was my day.

I miss Living

I just saw the best movie ever!
It's called Once (should be subtitled the only musical I will ever sit through).
I had my dad get the music off of iTunes when we got home. The music is A-MAZ-ING!
I'm surprised I liked it so much. (Of course they did say the 'f' bomb every other paragraph.
I'm a little happier now, I cried during the movie. It was a romance.
It was beautiful.
Period.
It's hard to understand how people can always be so happy when they have almost nothing, and I'm so sad and have everything.
I guess I'll have to keep guessing.

Super Amazing...Not

Well, last week I update you on the amazing race.
Our friends Kate and Pat (lesbian ministers) have been elimiated this week. Let us have a moment of Scilence.
Kynt and Vyxsin (goth couple) got in 4th.
TK and Rachel (dating hypies) got in 6th.
Ronald and Christina (aisian dad and daughter) got in 9th.
Shana and Jennifer (blonds) got in 3rd.
The detour this week was hoist it or hunt it. Hoist it wasn taking 5 peices of furniture and lifting it into a third story window. Hunt it was finding 2 bikes in 100,000,000,000. I would choose hunt it because my phsical strangth is limited.
The roadblock was pole valting over a mud puddle. Quiet gross really. For my friends and me team bit:
Jevne: Would make me do it.
Matt: God only knows.
Sara: Refrense; Matt
Christian: No clue
Molly: I don't really know, but if I had to geuss; she'd do it. I dunno, she's weird like that.
Beth: Nada
Emily: Again as I've said for the past 5 people, I have no clue.
I, myself, would hate it. I don't like mud much. It's too much like poop for me.
Really, I was going to write about something else tonight. But really, I can only think about things you really don't care about.
Life is something that can hit you hard.
Though, because I'm bored I will say this; my brother is the most discusting creature on earth (Jack, not O).
Qeustion for the day: Do you think we'd kill eachother if I was teamed up with you on this amazing race thing? (cause between you and me, I'd probably kill me, too.)

Science Fair

I have begun to write again.
I don't mind telling you all that either.
At this moment I am working on the huge Science Fair Project due in 3 weeks.
I am screwed.
But of course, my project isn't that intresting. I am doing my project on how road salts effect grass. How boring does that sound?
Though I'm not trying to kill people like Biz is, I'm trying to save the environment. How much more boring does that sound? I much rather kill people.
But, I geuss thats life.

Writing

You know what I hate more then a person who gets publish who cant write?
I hate people who are good at writing while only giving it a half assed job.
This is how Eli wrote his I am from poem:
Shavani: Can I read your poem?
Eli: I haven't done it yet it's not due until Fri- Oh shit! Todays Friday!"
Shavani: (laughs)
Eli: Can I barrow some paper?
Zach and Me: (shakes heads in disaproval)
Shavani: Sure (tears out peice)
10 Minutes later:
Eli reads this amazing peice of work.
I find this really unfair, it took me hours to get mine to be perfect and the length needed. It took him five fucking minutes!
I'm more then a bit jeoulous.

I am From

Teachers seem to make us write these every year and this one is no different.
Here's the deal.
I'm bored.
You're here.
You're reading my newest edition.
Ha. I'm sorry for you.

I am From

I am from Thanksgiving,

Pretending to be someone cool,

Playing with cousins,

And eating good food.

I am from books,

Summers in the hammock,

My head stuck in ones pages.

I am from school,

Good and bad teachers,

Chaotic classes,

Average grades.

I am from two autistic brothers,

People to compete with,

Hours of Star Wars and Simpson's encouraging obsessions,

Walking to support them every year.

I am from friends,

Always taller then me,

And always making me seem taller then I really am.

I am from mistakes,

And punishment,

And from blown up toasters.

I am from summers almost forgotten,

Dead pets,

And loneliness one can never imagine.

I am from crushes,

Disappointments,

And lost hope.

I am from lost memories,

And nine years of my life I'll never get back.

Most importantly,

I am from words etched in my mind.

The words I can never articulate.

The Shoulder Dio

So, because I have absoltly nothing to write about, we're going back to my angel and devil, the comady dio of the future.
So today, I was in Culinary Arts sitting next to Spencer (as I have already expained to some) and the conversation sound like this:
Angel: He's a bit excentiric, isn't he?
Devil: A bit annoying you mean. Megan, can I kill him?
Angel: She's in class!
Me: (gives Devil small nod)
Angel: Megan! How can you even think about killing one of your classmates?!
Devil: Angel. Now I'm supised at you. She's in class.
Angel: (annoyed) Sorry if my ethics seem different from yours.
Me: (glares at annoences on shoulders)
Angel: Ok, different topic. Oh, you must pick five people you would like to work with. How fun!
Devil: Only three friends though.
Angel: What about Claire?
Me: (mummbling) what about Claire?
Devil: Way to go, Megan! High Five!
Me: (mummbling) I was kidding. I'm writing Claire down.
Angel: Angel: 1 Devil: Zip
Devil: actully its more like Angel:1 Devil: several hundred
Angel: Shut up.
Tune in next time for more of the shoulder dio show!
(Feel sorry for the poor bored writer with no good news.)

Dogs

Went to the mall today.
I dunno, it was fun.
I'm done watching every episode of Dead Like Me ever made as of 20 minutes ago, now I need to get happy again and watch something Blue Collar Comdey... or Kathy Griffin.
Now, to midlessness.
I want a dog.
Idon't know what breed.
But I want a girl dog named Billy.
Maybe Golden Retrevier. Those are big dogs.
Or Maybe a Karelian Bear Dog.
Then I want another girl dog.
A Papillion named Kilala. Beuatiful name, no?
Anyway, that's what I'm thinking about.
My cats also caught a mouse today, waiting for the carcus to rot so we can find it.
Because I like comments, I want you to tell me, if you could have a dog (If you have one answer differently then the one you have) what would its breed be, what gender, and what would you name it?
Have fun.

My Amazing Day

Ok, not really that amazing. I babysat all day.
Anyway: new Sunday thing. The amazing race has started (if you dont know what it is, look it up on cbs.com) and I've decided to give you the most intresing teams, and we'll follow them week after week. I'll also write down the detours and tell you which I'd do, and talk about road blocks and talk about if I was teamed up with a friend (I do list most, if not all of you) who would do it.
Anyway, the teams we're following are as follows and if I like them or not and what place they got.
Kate and Pat: Lesbian Ministers. Come on, lesbian ministers? Sorry, but seeing as so many people say its a sin to be gay, I find it very funny. They got to the pitstop in 8th place.
Kynt and Vyxsin: Goth Couple. Oh your God! What is not great about that? Vyxsin has pink hair! Like, hot pink! Dude, they rock. They got to the pitstop 2nd.
TK and Rachel: One Month Dating; Hypies. Again. I love them. They're so funny. "I would love to be with TK the rest of my life." *laughs*
Ari and Staella: friends, gay guy and his friend. (Ari's the guy). I just like them. I dunno, don't really have a reason. They were last in and not aloud to race anymore.
Ronald and Christina: asian team; father daughter. It's just cute seeing father daughter teams. I would kill my dad. Well, maybe. We actully get on pretty well. Anyway, they got in 7th.
And,
Shana and Jennifer: Blonds: They annoy the shit out of me already, most blond teams on this show do. They're models. *gags* They got in 6th.
Ok, now the roadblock:
You had to bike over a cliff to another cliff (connected by a rope) with a 200ft drop in between.
Friends and who would do it if we were on a team together (a.k.a. I got board watching the show and came up with this part)
Jevne: I forget if Jevne's afraid of heights or not... otherwise we would probably fight over it.
Matt: No clue.
Sara: Again, no clue.
Christian: Yeah, I would let him do the biking. I think he might kill me if I didn't let him.
Molly: No clue.
Beth: No clue.
and Emily: We would probably fight over who rode.
And thats my 20 minute post. Whee. Now reading that wasn't to painful, was it?

Can't Stand Love

Tonight was a blast.
First I had a few communication issues with the parents (and got lost on the way to Matt's).
We waited, then, for people to arrive.
When everyone who could come finally got there, we played Apples to Apples. That was interesting.
Then, Sara called Matt. How Megan couldn't tell it was Sara was beyond me. I mean... you know... I think I'll wait to put out the rest of my thought here.
We ate and watched Rent after that.
I feel sick now though. I don't know why I feel so ill. Maybe it's God's way of saying 'you need help' or 'I hate you'. What am I saying? There is no God.
I'll probably write more in this later.
Bye, and Goodnight.
P.S. My title is Can't Stand Love, because frankly, right now, I can't.

Cold and New

Todays a good day for sleeves.
Like I have any clean.
Isn't that like me? On the coldest day in months, I don't have any clean pants, or sleeved shirts.
I'm wearing a skirt that stopped fitting me in 8th grade (summer before) and a tank top. I'm freezing my ass off! And I haven't even been outside today!
We keep our house at 72 degrees all year round, only, my room is over the wine cellar. That means, my room is 10 degrees colder then any other room in the house! (excepting the basement, of course).
What I don't understand is why my parents didn't move down to Phoenix when I was 3. It's WARM there. No, we stayed in Frostbite Falls with fucking Rocky and Bullwinkle!
And then, oh, here's the best part. My mother COMPLAINS on below zero days in the winter! I mean, come on. YOU were the one who chose not to move the Phoenix.
I leave you, pissed.
(Btw. My e-mail for non... how to put it, spam has changed. a.k.a. my old e-mail is for facebook and neopets cause -God!- my brothers cant not go on that for a day! Pretty much my old e-mail account is my family's kid spam address and so I made an e-mail for just me. So, anyway, my new one is cant.stand.love@gmail.com)

Bla

It's supriseing what you think of the two hours your in bed in the morning.
Thats how long I was still there this morning.
It was warm.
Whiel writing this, I'm acctully waiting for my QuickTime and Apple software to start working on my computer again (Go Updates).
I'm hungry and after three minutes in my kitchen, I found we had no more muffins and everything else we have is cold. I want warm!
So, I'm waiting until lunch when I can burn the mac&cheese I'm gonna be eating.
Anyway... I got to restart my computer or something now (Go Updates) so.. I'll write again later.

Give a Girl A Break

Ok. I'll admit it. I'm a nerd.
I thought about the stupid little shoulder angle again (or angel, I forget how you spell it).
The conversation I mad up today was kinda funny though.
So I was walking behind Aiden (insert long Russian last name here).
Angel: Wow. You know, Megan, he's kinda cute.
Me: Shut up.
Devil: Eww! What's that smell?
Angel: I think its him.
Devil: Wow. I'm sure thats makin Megan really want him.
Angel: Well, he was really sweet in elemtry school.
Me: So was Molly. Your point is?
Angel: Go talk to him.
Me: He's a dickhead, no way.
Angle: Go on! DJ's apprently really nice.
Me: So? He used to call me shrimp popper in elemtry school.
Angel: (annoyed) Just go talk to him!
Devil: (annoyed) Can I?
Me: Go ahead.
Devil: (walks over and kills Angel)
Me: (Gives Devil high five)
Devil: Too bad she'll never die.
Me: Yup.
And to think, I thought of writing this during Science.
Whee.
The power of boredom.

Halloween

I have no news to write about, but I geuss I can write about something insperational? Well, ok, maybe not.
Last night I was up until two. I was really tired all day and when I got home, it only got worse. So I took a nap. Dreams don't come true, but sometimes I wish mine did. I geuss everyone has dreams like those though.
Really, I have no idea what to talk about tonight. Rambling seems to be all I can do today though.
I'm going to print out a project I'm working on (note: when I say I'm working on a project, I mean I'm writing something).
Last night was halloween and I went Trick or Treating. At one house they had a haunted house set up. Me and my friend Abby were two of the 1st people there. So we go into the encloser and this boy I know jumps out at me screaming "AGG!" I hugged him.
I was a bat for halloween because I found a cape at Abby's house. I liked the cape.
Really that's all I can think to write, which, is kinda sad from my perspective.
So, I'll talk to you soon.