I'm the most boring individual you will ever have the mispleasure to meet. I can promise you that. And if you spell my name wrong, babies will be punched. I just missed 11:11. God damn it all.
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mmn.
 This past week has been slow.
And that's all I've got to say about that!
However, I'm looking forward to tomorrow; Alyssa is sleeping over and we're going to go on webcam and be morons. Because we're badass. And, Happy New Years Eve Eve. I don't know about you guys, but I'm not going to get hammered tomorrow, and neither is Alyssa. Yeah yeah yeah~
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quickie~
 Hiya. Just a quick update for today!
So, basically, I went to a nice family Christmas party, allowing me to converse with some assholes. But hey, that's my family for you!
I also have discovered an incredible album from a band called Forgive Durden. It's called Razia's Shadow: A Musical and it is indeed a musical. I suggest it to all, because it's absolutely amazing. Like holy crap amazing. So please listen to it and make your ears happy.
Meh, it's 2:30 AM. I guess I should be going to bed.
Good night, all.
P.S., I didn't get to talk to Liam today. Boo.
Labels: family, Forgive Durden, music
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Wow,
 I'm such a sap.Labels: ehe
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Unnecessary, but true
 A hug would be greatly appreciated right now.
I don't know why I'm so tense and stressed. I wish Liam were here. I need him. I miss him. I love him. I don't care what anyone thinks; I'm in love. I'm in love. I'm in love. I mean, it hurts when he's not here. I can never stop thinking about him. Every single thing in this room reminds me of him. His scent is perfect. His voice is perfect. He's perfect. I love him. And I'd really love a hug from him right now. Or something. Even if I just talked with him. I just want to hear his voice. I need him. I need him. How is this puppy love? I want to be with him forever. I want to be happy with him. And it's so hard when he isn't even tangible for another six months. I just want a hug.
He's one of the few people on this planet who sits down and listens to me talk twenty-four seven. He's amused by me and my naive personality; I can hear it in him. I love it when he chuckles, it's so adorable. And I love his smile. And his breathing. And his voice. I love his voice. I could listen to him talk all day.
In fact, we could spend a whole day together on the couch watching movies and never get bored. Because we're with each other. We don't need to be in bed to enjoy each other's company. And that's another reason why I love him. However, I'm not saying that I'm not considering that. Because I am. I want to show him how much I love him, one day. And he told me that he feels the same way. I'm secretly overjoyed about this.
I don't know, but I think I knew that I was beginning to fall in love with Liam within the first three weeks of going out. We were talking on the phone, and suddenly we both sort of fell silent. I started to talk and he went, "Don't say anything. I just like to hear you breathing. It's so peaceful." And after a few minutes, he went, "May I say something?" and I'm like, "Go ahead" and I'm all flustered and stuff because we've barely been going out for a month and he's being all sweet with me and stuff. And Liam says, "I've never felt so close to anyone in my life. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Stay with me forever." And I was just like, "...okay ♥" and he went on for about an hour just talking about how strongly he felt about me, and I was trying to do the same but failing miserably. But, of course, he's my first boyfriend, so I really had no idea what I was doing. And sometimes I still don't.
The time I spend with him is both the longest and shortest moments of my life. The time goes by so fast with him, and yet I take in every single moment with him and just relive it. It's an incredible feeling to realize that you're talking with the boy of your dreams, your perfect match, your soul mate. And, sure, I've been asked out by plenty of guys before, and I'm honestly not sure why I said yes to Liam. I don't mean that in a rude way, however; I think it was just because he's always flattered me, from the very beginning. And then there are the random joes who I only know from passing faces in the hallways who ask me out because I'm 'pretty cute'. Well, Liam only knew me from behind the computer screen for about two years until he saw my pictures. And he liked me for me, not for my looks. And I'm somewhat glad for that. And he calls me beautiful every day, so I'm in the middle of a win-win situation here.
I love my life. And I love Liam. And the reason that I love life is because of Liam. He's my hero, honestly. I look up to him. And he's just incredible. I wish that there would be more Liam's in the world; it'd be such a nicer place.
tl;dr version: I'm in love, and now I'm 100% positive about it.Labels: Liam, love
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS
 Right! So Merry Chrimmus!
Let's just go over my list real quick. Just a review, yeah?
iPod Nano. Got it. And it's extremely beautiful.
Lots and lots of music. Got it. And it's amazing.
Scrubs Season 7. Got it. Okay, Chris got it. I also got a copy, however. I'll sell it for money.
Lots and lots of money and giftcards. Got it. Damn, I'm rich.
Higurashi no Naku Koro ni DVDs. Nope. Well, I have the second DVD instead of the first. So I'm going to buy the rest of them.
Sola Manga. Got it and read it. It's okay; nothing compared to her previous works. Mediocre.
Bill and Ted's Most Excellent Collection. GOT IT. Yes!
Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World. Got it. I finally have a new game to play now.
I also got gifts like the Back to the Future Trilogy, some other manga (Yoko Koto Kita, Higurashi, etc), Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, hairclips, and LOTS of chocolate and candy. I am a very happy woman. And I also got my Liam - I've been talking to him for an hour or so now.
I hope everyone's Christmas' are as great as mine! ♥
Labels: Christmas, happy, presents
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More than words.
 One hour till Chrimmus, fools.
So, I went out to the kitchen to get some Oreo's and milk, right? And to get to there I have to pass my Chrimmus tree. And everyone was all like "yeah cause we're poor we have NOTHING" and I was like "well this sort of blows" so I didn't have high expections. And like I walk out there and it looks like every other Chrimmus. Tons and tons of presents. What the hell?
Maybe it's because my mom just got me a super!gift, which she could have gotten like ten other gifts with. (It's a blue, 4gen iPod nano for those who want to know.) So she's all like "yeah NO GIFTS ALLOWED" and crap. Whatever, I'm happy. I like Chrimmus. I like presents mostly. I see my family all of the time, and Jesus knows that I already love him. So I'm only here for the presents. Happy Almost Birthday, Christ!
Well, while I'm here, let me list my Chrimmus list. Because, well, we can see what I got and didn't get tomorrow. And rub it in my face. Happy 11:11, by the way.
iPod Nano. Done, I already know that I'm getting it.
Lots and lots of music. Coldplay, Big D and the Kid's Table, Say Anything, Foo Fighters, Ludo, Alien Ant Farm, Save Ferris, Reel Big Fish, and other awesome bands are included in this. This is mostly to, you know, fill up my new iPod.
Scrubs Season 7. Indeed. Scrubs is my favourite television show, and I need this. I NEED THIS. And Liam got it before me, what the heck? He never gets stuff before me. He lives in BRITAIN for God's sake, the land where they get electronics months after us! I have all of the other seasons, though, and he stole his from Nathan so whatever girlfrand.
Lots and lots of money and giftcards. To, you know, buy the stuff that I wanted to get, but couldn't trust my relatives to get theirselves. eg, clothing, accessories, objects that cover my body.
Higurashi no Naku Koro ni DVDs. Or When They Cry, which is the US title. It's a godawesome series with blood, gore, and crazy green-headed large-chested girls who torture their best friends. I reccomend this to everyone, no joke. The first five seconds in the anime is a guy beating up two girls with a baseball bat. Epic win.
Sola Manga. So, the main reason I want this is because the authour of this story is a woman named Naoki Hisaya, a visual novel genius. She's made some of my favourite anime like Air TV, Clannad, Kanon, and an amazing visual novel called Planetarium. I would die if I got this, seriously.
Bill and Ted's Most Excellent Collection. After losing the DVD years ago, I've had a serious need to watch this epic. This is one of the few movie sets where the second is as excellent as the first one. I mean, seriously people. Evil clones? Extreme amounts of win.
Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World. I watched Talia play the first twenty minutes of this. I can see that it will be nowhere as awesome as the prequel to this, but who cares? It's Tales of Symphonia. It's born epic.
And I think that's it, actually.
And now there's only a half hour until Chrimmus. I shall update for everyone tomorrow to tell you lurkers everything that I got.
Labels: Christmas, presents, wish list
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Taste.
 I went on a music-downloading rampage today. I got everything from trance to... whatever the opposite of trance is. I must have downloaded over 300 songs from artists like Coldplay, Barlow Girl, Damien Rice, SWiTCH... everything! I also discovered a new band that is absolutely amazing called Apollo's Child. They're a little technoish, but mostly just really really pretty sounding. I recommend him to you lurkers! That reminds me, I need to get some more Hatsune Miku songs, even if she is just a robot. Her songs are awesomesauce.
I still highly approve of Bill Nystre. He's so sweet, and he fits in perfectly. I will adopt him as me and Liam's son. Because he's like really sweet. Liam will hopefully approve of him as well... he's a love hate sorta guy.
I got Pogey's card! Thanks kid. ♥
And now Monica shall watch me play Maple Story.Labels: Apollo's Child, JJHF, music, Nystre, Pogey
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A-muse-ing.
 Muse.
New band obsession. Damn it, I liked the Alien Ant Farm run! Ah well, I've always loved Muse's music, since I was a wee lad...ette. I'm allowed to be on a speed run with their songs. My favorite songs by them are Assassin and Time Is Running Out, for you curious people.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually jealous of some of the couples on JJHF. Not because of the couples themselves, but more of the fact that they're actually... y'know, there. Liam can't come back online until December 30, which is a week from now. I can't wait that long. I miss him so much. I want him. I only thought of this because Junior just got a new boyfriend, Nystre, who is an absolute sweetheart, and Becca has Tasha... and I just realized that Liam and I are the only straight couple on there. Oh dear, haha.
But that's not the point! I miss him. I want him back. And I'm tired of seeing the other couples on there and not us, boohoo pity party me.
The days are getting darker. I just realized earlier today that on Sunday it was the first day of winter! This year went scarily fast. But I don't mind. The faster these next six months go, the faster I get to see Liam. I can hands down say that 2008 has been the best year of my life, however. I mean, hell, I got Liam, I've matured, I found my comfort zone, I'm loving school and life... Oh yes indeed, life is good, my friends. Life is good.
Labels: 2008, JJHF, Liam, lonely, Muse, relationships, winter
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uguu
 Man, sometimes I feel like such a... failure. Don't you? Because dude, I just suck at life, and everyone knows it. I can't even get a bloody speech done, for God's sake! DAMN IT MEGHAN, FOCUS.
Meh. I'm so stressy and crap these days. I can't blame PMS. I can't blame anyone else around me, because they have done nothing wrong. I can only blame myself. And that was so emo, I think I'm going to just stop talking now. Someone, stop me. And I don't think I should be laughing so hard at what I just wrote. I'M SERIOUS GUYS.
Labels: stress
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Woken Up
 Liam made me realize something.
I don't try. And if I don't start to try, then I'll lose everything that I've been waiting for since May 11; Liam's trip to America.
It went like this: I didn't get my work done, my grades are horrid, Liam lectures me, I apologize, and then he goes, "Look, as much as it hurts me to say this, if you don't get your grades up... then I'm not coming to America." And, I understood where he was coming from. It gave me a jump-start, like suddenly school was the most important thing in the world to me. Because that's what Liam is. The most important thing on this planet. Hell, I would die for Liam. So, I'm going to put grades as my top priority right now, because in order to get Liam, I need to get my grades up. He told me he was in the same place I'm in now - where I won't ask for help because it makes me feel weak and whatnot - and he's been having such a hard time getting jobs because of it. He couldn't even get into the college he wanted to because of it. Liam told me that he didn't want me to be in the same position he's in, because he knows that I'm smarter and more reliable than that. And, to be honest, that means so much to me. That someone as amazing as Liam cares about me so much that he actually has to throw out a punishment because I'm not doing well. Most girlfriends these days would see this as a threat and immediately explode at their boyfriend for saying such a horrid thing, but honestly? I need a little push in the right direction, because right now I'm just standing still as everyone's flying past me. And I think Liam is - and forever will be - the only one that can make that happen. He also promised me a really nice present if I get straight-A's.
God, I'll be trying so hard now. Pinky promise.Labels: grades, Liam, reality check, school
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OWAIT
 Before I forget!
I'd like to give a shout out to my friend, Loffy, one of my Faux-British Buds... because she's indeed American. She lives in New Jersey, like thirty minutes away from me. I wonder why I never went to her? Anyway, Happy Birthday, and many happy returns! ♥
Labels: birthday, JJHF, Loffy
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I smell a slew of them ♫
 So. Today was definitely eventful!
I started talking to Liam at around 11PM? He left at about 10:45PM. And that was my day. Yeah, it was pretty awesome. We had an intense game of 20 Questions (RED LOBSTER MAN WHAT THE BLOODY HELL), he convinced me to watch V for Vendetta which I will see soon, he figured out about my stubborn nature and now swears to break it and destroy it, and we made some epic plans for when he comes here in 2009. I love him. ♥
Chris got the third season of Avatar from Netflix! I have to watch the first two DVDs by tomorrow... I'll watch them when I make the last of my Christmas cards. Uncle Iroh is my favorite, followed by Sokka. Katara and Aang are annoying, and I totally ship Zutara, no matter how overrated it is. They were just made for each other, it's beautiful.
And now I'm going to watch Wife Swap with my mommy and get fat off of biscuits. Yeah, I told you today was eventful.
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The phone /has/ to stop ringing.
 I hate cysts. Make them dieee.
LIAM
GOT
A
JOB
at McDonald's. HOW BADASS IS THAT SON. So he's coming back online onnnnn... December 30th. EHEHEHEHEEHE YAY ♥ why yes I am totally and utterly stoked thank you very much! And he can finally make his epic annual New Years Comic like he has been for the past three years. So all is good in the hood.
I'm sad to announce that I'm obsessed with Maple Story.
If I don't get a Nexon giftcard for Christmas I'll be sorely disappointed. Let's leave it at that. I need to make Sullivan pretty, goddammit.
Labels: cyst, EEEEEE, Liam, Maple Story
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Hyper-ressonance
 "Anise... no."
I need to play Tales of the Abyss again. What a fantastic game. Jade will always be badass, Guy will always have girlphobia, and Tear will always piss me off to no end. I have no idea why, or how, but she does. Go fall in a pit. Guhhh. But I mean, she's still pretty awesome, and cheers to her for putting Luke in line, because Luke was just as bitchy as she was at the beginning of the game. Then he was all like, "MY HAIR HAS TAINTED MY SOUL" and he cuts it off and he's a ~*new man*~. But Tear doesn't change at all. She's sort of overbearing and I'm just like, "god woman shut up" throughout half the game. But it's still epic!
Nothing compares to Tales of Symphonia, though. Zelos and Raine > all of the characters, hands down. Lloyd in a close second to them, and then Kratos. My least favourite is Collette, god she's annoying. Throughout half of the game she's this paperweight with drool dribbling from her mouth. I wish she'd stay like that.
Oh by the way.
I GOT LIAM'S PRESENT AJKSHAKJWHKAHWAWHLAKWHALKJRKAJHSKLJA
Yeah so it's a teddy bear named Benji Bear (he's next to me right now) and this super pretty heart necklace. I love them so much -hugsBenji- DANKE LIAM. ♥
mmmn. What else?
I started playing Maple Story again. Yeah, yeah, it still sucks, but damn is it addicting. I'm on that new server. Uhh. Yeah. My character is named Sullivan because yeah. I'm suddenly tired.Labels: Liam, Maple Story, presents, Tales of Symphonia, Tales of the Abyss
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Illness IIX.A
 Yeah, yeah. I'm sick again.
Same thing as Friday. Weird stomach-crampy-ovary-thing.
Right. So.
I need new clothes. Yeah, I bought new ones the other day, but I neeeeeed new clothes. Like. I only have a few shirts left that I can wear. It's not like I'm fat or anything, but I just grew. I hate growing ugh. Why can't we stay twelve inches tall our whole lives, like Talia does?
I should really get to work on my letters for my British Buds. They'll be late, but, y'know. Life is late. Take that.
...god I'm tired.
Labels: clothes, illness, letters, sleepy
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hauuu.
 I hate Mondays.
I miss Liam.
But I got Hannah's present today! I love it sooo much. ;~; Thank you!
And I think that's all I have to say about today.
Labels: Hannah, Liam, Mondays, presents
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♥ ♥ ♥
 Okay! So today was pretty awesome.
I woke up at 9:45 and died. Because, well, I was tired. But then I got my lazy ass up and started to get ready to go to the mall. Yeah. The mall. I had a $50 giftcard from my daddy and step-mommy to use. Huzzah, indeed. And I needed to get my presents for my British Buds. Righteous, right?
Yeah, I know. And I went with Talia, the bane of my life. On the way there, we just talked about Scrubs and we texted ChaCha with questions like "Who is Meghan Schultz from Milford, PA?" and "Where does the word 'cop' come from?" and "CHECK OUT MY YOUTUBE AJSHKAJHSKA" Oh, and my mom like got total road rage, it was awesome hahah.
Anyway! We got there and ate. But it took like five hours to find a table to eat at. It was insane. So we sat next to these Hispanic people and ate our chicken teriyaki, which I looove. Get some.
OH um we went to shops and we shopped. WASN'T EXPECTING THAT HUH.
I bought this badass kitty shirt and a Super Mario Galaxy shirt and some pins and a Chococat necklace and adorable hairclips for myself. and I bought random crap for my friends, and another small present for Liam, even though he didn't want one. Too bad Leeums. Nyeh.
Uhms. Yeah. So I lost interest in typing.
I talked with Liam from 6 PM to 10:30 PM.
I love you, Liam. ♥Labels: Liam, shopping, Talia
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Little Wings and Beautiful Things
 I have two, green, liquidy pills sitting next to me on a plate. One of them rammed into my unfinished BLT sandwich, and the other is taking haven behind it.
I can never swallow pills. I don't know why. Especially Pepto Bismol. God, I hate pills. They're so gross. And they don't exactly do much when I can barely toss them into my sickly body. Beh.
Labels: medication
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hehe.
 AJSHKJAHWKJAHKWJHAKWJ
I WANT TO KNOW THE SURPRISE. Liiiaaaaaammm, pleaaase? -pouty-
Fine, I'll just wait... -grumble- Even my mommy knows about the surprise! It's so depressing, I wish I knew.
By the way, I don't think I'm ill anymore. My ovaries still hurt like hell, but my tummyache is gone! So I changed my title. Chyeah.
Labels: Liam, surprises
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Illness VIII
 I talked with Liam!
...heeheeeeee. ♥
He's calling back in about... ah, 20 minutes. Cause my uncle had to make some calls or something, and so did my mommy.
SUPPOSEDLY HE HAS A SURPRISE FOR ME ON TWO MONDAYS FROM NOW. I'm so excited. I wonder what it is? He said it wasn't a package... hmm. OMG MAYBE HE'S ALLOWED BACK ON THE COMPUTER. That would be so completely epic. I loves him~
Labels: illness, Liam, surprises
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Illness VII
 I found the sheet music for Morning in May by Ludo on the piano.
I can play the beginning part perfectly now. I almost have the first verse and chorus down.
I love my piano. ♥ It really calms me down, especially when my cyst is digging its ragged nails into my sensitive ovaries every five seconds. I think I understand about what... eh, 10% of childbirth feels like now.
I need more sheet music though; I have a feeling I'll get through this song scarily fast. I'll just search the internets for some more Ludo songs. Or Say Anything songs! I've been trying to learn All Choked Up by ear for months, and I'm still finding errors in my sheet music after listening to the song a few times. Now, I can't be assed to fix any of it. So I gave up.
I also recently learned how to play Simple and Clean by Utada Hikari. You know, that Kingdom Hearts song? It's very pretty~
In other news, 30 minutes until Liam.
Well, I'm glad I was productive tod--
owait.Labels: illness, Morning in May, piano
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Illness VI
 2:19 PM. I'd be in Computer Programming right now, probably working on my practice program.
2:20 PM. Damn. I accidentally published this. Ah, well. My day off was pretty boring. Being sick and all. The snow was pretty cool though; I thought that everyone was going to leave early. I guess not.
2:21 PM. The zombies are marching, according to Ludo. Hell yeah. Such a beautiful song. Cheers, Ludo.
2:22 PM. It'd be 7:22 PM where Liam lives. He's just waiting for it to 9 PM, I know it. Because I am. Well... 4 PM for me. But you know what I mean. Because he usually calls at four-ish on Fridays. Eeeeeee.
2:23 PM. I think I'm gonna read The Westing Game again, just for the hell of it. I mean, we're reading it in English, so why not? I know that book like the back of my hand, anyway.
2:24 PM. I can't wait for season 8 of Scrubs to come out! January... sixth, is it? On ABC. My mom and I are anxiously waiting for more Dr. Cox goodness! Well. I am, anyway. He's my favourite character, and always will be. His sarcasm and cockiness kills me, and you. You're actually dead right now. Join the club, dude.
2:25 PM. I'm extremely thirsty, and I have a craving for tea. Maybe I'll get some in a bit. I like my tea with lots of milk and sugar. Earle Grey is the best brand. None of that Lipton crap for me. Even though that's decent as well. I don't feel as British as I do when I drink Earle Grey, though, and I like that feeling.
2:26 PM. My Pikachu lamp broke. So did my ceiling fan. This is depressing. It's really hot and dark in my room. I wish they worked, then it could be lighter and cooler in here.
2:27 PM. I was supposed to wear my Voltron shirt to school today. You know, from Power Rangers? When I bought it, I thought it was Optimus Prime. I was so stoked to see a shirt with a robot on it I didn't even take a second glance. I feel like such a horrible fan of Transformers, even when I practically worship it. I'm a disgrace.
2:28 PM. We had to read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson in English. I wasn't too fond of it. But hell, it was so deep, man. Everyone loved it. They would. Damn my generation.
2:29 PM. Liam sent me my Christmas present. I hope I get it today. If not, I'll be very disappointed. He said that the box was red and the present was bursting at the sides. And it was as long as me. My guess is Clifford the Big Red Dog.
Labels: 10 minutes, illness, ramblings
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Illness V
 I know I update too much. Hush.
I have absolutely nothing to do. So I ramble. And ramble. And ramble. Wash, rinse and repeat. Now, that isn't a particularly bad thing, is it? It allows me to relax a bit. Show my true colours. I wonder who will read these silly things, anyway? What am I proving by talking about my life? Oh yeah; I'm proving that I'm an egotistical, quirky child who spends way too much time in solitude. Now, it's not that I dislike people in general (like most of my pussy emo generation), or I hate going outside in the real world. I like people, and the world is pretty fly. It's just that... I prefer staying in. Showing myself through a glass screen allows me to be more like myself than talking face to face. Well, most of the time.
I'm more obnoxious when I'm in the real world. Because I feel -- why yes, I do love this word -- superior to everyone. Like I'm a walking encyclopedia compared to the bozo next to me. Yeah. Life is good.
...except not really. My ego gets in the way of everything. And I mean, hell, at least I have confidence. I just show it off in the wrong way...? Yeah, let's go with that. Sounds accurate enough.
That's why I act, I guess. I can be someone I'm not. Story of my life!
But it's not a bad story of my life. I pretend to be a ditzy blonde just to see people's reactions. I want to read their faces, their shaking heads at such a disorientated teenager. Only a few people know the real me. Like... Liam, for one. He definitely knows me. Hell, he finishes my sentences. How cute is that? ♥
But that's not the point. I love acting. I love debating. I love arguing. Oh, arguing, you are my one true love! Because I can always win. Always. I refuse to be wrong. Ever.
...Hello, Miss Ego, how are you this fine afternoon?
DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT?! Dammit. I really have to work on this.
Oh sweet, a new Transformer shirt came out at Hot Topic. I'll be sure to buy that th--
HOLY CRAP 25 DOLLARS. Jesus. I should have expected...
I'm poor as hell right now, okay? I have a $800 phonebill in my left hand, an expensive Christmas list to my right, and only 50-something dollars in my wallet.
I know I'm getting Becca a polar bear plushie, Pogey a trombone tie, White something Pikmin / Nintendo-esque, Snow some Mother 3 pins and Blu something kitty-ish. I dunno about Magenta, Mason, Timmy, or Twee. I already got Liam's present; Spore on the PC. Too bad he can't use it yet; he needs the internet to play it and he's still grounded. I also made him a Mixed CD full of love songs. He liked Say Anything on there, haha. Take that, Say Anything Hater.
I'm not saying what I'm getting my irl friends though. They might read this. Take that, sneaky friends.
Labels: Christmas, ego, illness, money, presents
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Illness IV
 Save our city, keep our souls Lord, through the rapture of this world~ ♫
I'm on a Ludo runthrough right now. I bloody love Ludo, they're a fantastic band. If I don't get to see them live by the end of... 2009 (considering that 2008 is ending in less than a month), I may cry. I doubt that they would play any of their EP songs (Broken Bride), but it's nice to dream. That's probably my favourite album by them, followed by You're Awful, I Love You. Their self-titled album was, of course, very awesome, but it unfortunately comes in last place. I STILL LOVE IT THOUGH, don't get me wrong!
I almost saw Ludo at Warped Tour when I went this summer, but Say Anything was on at the same time and Say Anything > Ludo. :( It's true. Next year if they're on at the same time, I'll go to Ludo. They missed me, I just know it.
I can seriously listen to Broken Bride all day and not get bored. And luckily, Liam likes Ludo too. He doesn't like Say Anything. How can you not like Max Bemis' voice of sex? It baffles me. Silly Liam.
ow. My tummy / ovary still aches. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm afraid it might be my appendix as well. I've had some scares with that in the past, as well.
Buck up, Meghan, you damned wuss.
I watch these people fall, the dragon shrieks, and burns it all~ ♫
Labels: illness, Ludo, Say Anything
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Illness III
 I cannot wait for Christmas. Tis the season, after all.
But I always make the same stupid mistake every year; I ask for stuff I will never use. I still have some DVDs from last Christmas that haven't even been opened yet. (The Goofy Movie, Pokemon Orange Island DVD, etc. I just recently opened A Series of Unfortunate Events.) That's why I'm asking for money this year. I hope I get some, and not just only presents like the past few years. I've already gotten a few cards here and there, with Hot Topic gift cards and twenty dollar bills, which was pretty awesome. And I'm going shopping tomorrow, so I'll buy some gifts for my friends and myself. I need new shirts. Badly.
It's been snowing all day. Random tree branches have been flying into my window and scaring the hell out of me. It isn't exactly helping my cyst, per se. And I think my cyst is actually getting worse?
You see, I have an ovarian cyst. And it isn't looking too good. Like. It might explode. Ew.
And since I'm on my period right now, my ovaries feel like they're going to explode themselves. I'm in excruciating amounts of pain. Ow ad infinitum.
Liam is calling in... five hours.
I CAN'T WAIT KAJHDKJAHKJAHKJWH.
And now I'm hungry. I'll go eat something.
Labels: Christmas, illness, ramblings
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Illness II
 After playing around for a while, I finally got a new little layout. I likey.
Do you? ♫
Labels: illness, layout
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Illness I
 I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Honestly? I've been ill too often this year. I almost hit my ten-absences mark. It's only a matter of days until I get a letter from the state threatening to fine my family because I wasn't in school.
This sucks. I was supposed to take this math test today that I studied like... all night for. And I can't even take it until next week. Dammit, why does this always happen to me?
I'm convinced that I just carry around bad luck. Like I'm its fuel pump. I'm its photosystem I. (We're learning about photosynthesis in Biology. Yeah, I'm bored, too.) And I just carry my little bad luck molecules on my back as I live through my day. And sometimes, they fight back. They go, "Hey, Meghan's having a decent day, let's make it hell!" and there you go. Well, that's my theory, anyway.
On a completely different note, I think I'll just talk about my classes as an alternative to going to school.
First period I have French I with Mrs. Burke. Sorry; Madame Burke. It's my smallest class of the day, with only... twelve people, is it? Dunno. However, I've always loved small classes. I had my first experience with one in seventh grade with Mrs. Bara's first period English class. There was about 15 of us, and we were all thrown in there because we didn't do chorus, orchestra, or band, yet we were in honors. That shows a lot, doesn't it? Anyway, I grew close to quite a few people in that class, and it will probably forever be my favorite class.
Back on topic: French is full of morons. Seriously. Okay, well. Maybe not morons, per se. But something close to it. They're ignorant. And they think it's damn cool to waltz in and pretend not to care. I hate people like that, I'll tell you that right now. There's this one kid who annoys the hell out of me (and basically everyone else), one who I'm scared about entering society, another who I'm actually okay with, and one who is half-asleep nearly the whole entire time. I feel so superior in this class. Sure, I may have a C- (I blame... actually, I think I can only blame myself for that. DAMN) but I know what I'm doing. And I think that's all you need to know about French.
Then I have Honors Biology with Miss Lee. She's a new teacher, so she seems pretty scared about losing her position of power. Honestly, who wouldn't be when you're entering my school? She probably believes that all of her students will backfire and go insane on her; you know, tie her to a chair, taunt her by deleting every last file in her folder, set the room on fire, et cetera. I don't know, she acts like she's above all. I don't blame her; my peers force her into that position of faux anarchy by being a group of unruly twits.
The students aren't all that bad. A couple of them are obnoxious, and a few of them I flat out dislike. Then again, my best friend is in this class, so it isn't all that bad. And, for the record, I've hated sciences of any type since sixth grade, so don't expect any positive reviews about this class in the future. Nothing personal.
My favourite class this year would have to be Honors American History with Mr. Shaffer. He's been here since... forever. My uncle had him. My uncle's best friend had him. (I won't use 'girlfriend' considering that they aren't going out anymore.) My uncle's best friend's family had him. Yeah, he's practically carved into the school's rusty, old, 34-year-old skeleton.
Mr. Shaffer is probably the most calm and collected teacher I've ever had. Everyone complains about his class being 'boring' or whatever. I don't. It's probably because I've had an interest in any type of history since last year with Mr. Pope. He sort of opened my eyes to how epic the world can be. Although Mr. Shaffer is nothing compared to Mr. Pope (everyone agrees with me when I say  that Mr. Pope would own Mr. Shaffer in a second's time) he's still pretty interesting, and he isn't boring. God people.
My class is okay. No complaints here.
Geometry with Mrs. McDaniels. I. Hate. This. Class.
I'll flat out say that I despise... let's go with 98% of this class. Words cannot describe my hatred for the students that inhabit classroom D6 during fourth period. I want to strangle them. And the teacher, too. She is probably the most dry, vain individual I have ever had the displeasure to meet. Well, those are the feelings that I get from her. She looks at me with that smug face that's practically screaming, "I'm better than you, you're below my standards of power, and you're late every day. Therefore you must be a goddamn hellion."
Because I'm a stubborn person whose only drive is to piss off Mrs. McDaniels, I arrive about three minutes late to class every day. I can't help it, though. I carry around an Andy Warhol Campbell's Soup Can bag around with me every day and it's rather large. About the size of my torso. And well, you know. All kids carry around deadly weapons in their bags these days. Naturally, being a teacher, Mrs. McDaniels brought this up and asked me to not carry it around anymore. I replied with a haughty, "umokay" which really meant, "hell no, do you want my arms to snap off like pretzels?" So, I basically go from Mr. Shaffer's class, allllll the way up to my locker, put my bag away, get my books, and go to Mrs. McDaniel's class, just to prove a point. I mentioned this to her when she brought up me being late, and she laughed. Laughed. Like I was some sort of punk she shrugged off her shoulder. This isn't business anymore; this is personal.
Then I have lunch. Yeah, I know this isn't really a class, but it's pretty cool, nonetheless.
Next, Art Around the World with Mrs. Kaylor and, temporarily, Mr. Wilson. He's a student teacher, and he's leaving next Wednesday. It's a shame, I actually like him. Mrs. Kaylor is pretty nice as well; she's reminds me of a more hesitant Miss Lee, which seems to be a good mix. She's very soft spoken, yet her orders are carried out. Only a few teachers are able to pull this off this feat. I'm impressed, to say the least.
I think this class has more morons than French. I despise nearly every individual at the table behind me and to the... -makes L's with fingers- ...right of me. My table and the table to the left of me are fine. sjhdakjshd. OW MY STOMACH. DAMN YOU ILLNESS, OWOWOWOWOWWWW. holy crap that hurt like HELL.
...anyway, after Art, I have Honors English with Mrs. Weston. I really enjoy this class, actually, and Mrs. Weston is an amusing and sweet individual. I have high amounts of respect for her, and I probably will for the rest of the year.
The class isn't bad at all. In fact, they amuse me, as well. I don't have much to say about this class except that I look forward to being in it every day. Oh, and we're reading The Westing Game. Eee. ♥ That will forever be one of my favorite books, just so you know.
Finally, I have Computer Programming with Mrs. Barilka. She puts me on edge a little, but she's very nice! Almost like a motherly type. Scolds you when you're misbehaving, praises you when you do something correctly, you know.
I'm the only girl in this class. Well, besides Mrs. Barilka. And because of my extremely awkward demeanor, I don't exactly have the easiest time befriending people. So I sort of relax in my little corner of the classroom, working on Microsoft Visual Basic, which is the biggest piece of crap I have ever seen when it comes to programming. What the hell is 'Option Explicit' doing at the top of the programs? It's ancient. A fossil A relic to the commonwealth of computers everywhere. I'm so used to working with Java and Dreamweaver that something as out-of-date as this confuses me occasionally. I understand it for the most part but... wow.
Then I go home, which is bloody forty-five minutes away.
Sounds fun, right? Well, it is. I enjoy school, but not for the education. I prefer the social part of it, as most teenagers do. I'm your average teenage, afterall. I'm just more of an opinionated asshole than most.
...sometimes I amaze myself with how much I write.
Labels: bad luck, classes, illness, school
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Sept de Mais.
 I have a boyfriend. And he lives 3000 odd miles away in the UK.
I'm head over heels in love with him.
It's true! Sure, I may be young and insane as every teenager is, and because of that, adults underestimate us. They think that we're potheads who spend every weekend at some dude's house drinking our brains out. Most of us do. (For the record, I don't do that crap. I'm straightedge, and you can expect me to say that often in this little journal.) Therefore, they tend to think that our young-usually-puppy love is as fake as Paris Hilton. But I can promise you, random viewers, this is as real as it gets.
I don't even know how to explain how I feel about him. He's just... amazing. I look forward to talking with him every day, even if I can't. (He's grounded off of the computer right now to look for a job. Unfair, I know.) Sure, I've never actually seen him, besides webcam and photos... but he's very handsome and shdkahj! I love talking about him, everyone knows that.
We're meeting in the Summer of 2009. God, I am so bloody stoked. You have no idea.
The reason why I'm bringing him up is that today is our seven monther.
Happy seven months, Liam! I love you ♥
Labels: 2009, anniversary, Liam, love
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Most unenthusiastic.
 I hate Times New Roman.
Seriously, it is such a disgusting looking font. Why does everyone insist on using it so damn often? Granted, it's the default font. All computers have it, even those crappy iMacs. (Wouldn't you think that they would have, yanno, ~*creative*~ fonts? Seriously, they're made for graphics. I have never seen Times New Roman on a banner before in my life.) The teachers force you to type in it for essays. God forbid you use Verdana or Tahoma. No, you have to use Times New Roman. Screw that noise. I can write in whatever the hell I want. Verdana looks nicer, anyway. It doesn't look as blocky as Times New Roman.
When and if I become a teacher, I'll let my students use any font they want when they write -- except for Times New Roman. And Wingdings. That will be my only rule for essays. Because I don't want them to suffer the same fate I have for the past fourteen years of my life.
No, I don't really know why I hate Times New Roman so much. It's just... ugly.
...what a welcoming introduction.
My name is Meghan with an H Julianna Veronika Schultz. Don't worry, I can't spell it either.
I'm fourteen years old, a freshman at a highschool that was on the news for their STD outbreak, and positively female.
Never move to PA. You'll hate it here.
Life goes two miles per hour here. You look outside and you'll see trees upon trees upon deer upon trees. Sure, there's the cute little historical town here and there, but who would want to see that anyway? My town was created for art critics and cranky grandmas. Oh, and deer, too.
I think that God must of had a blast creating Milford, Pennsylvania. Oh yes, he just sat in his throne chuckling to himself as he waved his palm over this piece of soil and created trees. And that's about it. And, considering that my ancestors went to my undereducated highschool, they sat there with a hammer and some nails with drool sliding from their mouths, wondering what the hell to do next. So we have some crappy houses and a few bistros. And that's about all that inhabits Milford.
I love high school thus far.
I don't know why, though. Maybe it's my sudden surge of power? Like I'm suddenly superior to everyone below me? Sure, I've always felt like that... but I think being in high school boosted my ego a bit. My classes are pretty cool, as well.
I lost interest in typing now.
I shall update again sooner or later.
Labels: introduction, Pikachu, rant
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mmn.
This past week has been slow.
And that's all I've got to say about that!
However, I'm looking forward to tomorrow; Alyssa is sleeping over and we're going to go on webcam and be morons. Because we're badass. And, Happy New Years Eve Eve. I don't know about you guys, but I'm not going to get hammered tomorrow, and neither is Alyssa. Yeah yeah yeah~
Labels: blah, New Years
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quickie~
Hiya. Just a quick update for today!
So, basically, I went to a nice family Christmas party, allowing me to converse with some assholes. But hey, that's my family for you!
I also have discovered an incredible album from a band called Forgive Durden. It's called Razia's Shadow: A Musical and it is indeed a musical. I suggest it to all, because it's absolutely amazing. Like holy crap amazing. So please listen to it and make your ears happy.
Meh, it's 2:30 AM. I guess I should be going to bed.
Good night, all.
P.S., I didn't get to talk to Liam today. Boo.
Labels: family, Forgive Durden, music
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Wow,
I'm such a sap.Labels: ehe
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Unnecessary, but true
A hug would be greatly appreciated right now.
I don't know why I'm so tense and stressed. I wish Liam were here. I need him. I miss him. I love him. I don't care what anyone thinks; I'm in love. I'm in love. I'm in love. I mean, it hurts when he's not here. I can never stop thinking about him. Every single thing in this room reminds me of him. His scent is perfect. His voice is perfect. He's perfect. I love him. And I'd really love a hug from him right now. Or something. Even if I just talked with him. I just want to hear his voice. I need him. I need him. How is this puppy love? I want to be with him forever. I want to be happy with him. And it's so hard when he isn't even tangible for another six months. I just want a hug.
He's one of the few people on this planet who sits down and listens to me talk twenty-four seven. He's amused by me and my naive personality; I can hear it in him. I love it when he chuckles, it's so adorable. And I love his smile. And his breathing. And his voice. I love his voice. I could listen to him talk all day.
In fact, we could spend a whole day together on the couch watching movies and never get bored. Because we're with each other. We don't need to be in bed to enjoy each other's company. And that's another reason why I love him. However, I'm not saying that I'm not considering that. Because I am. I want to show him how much I love him, one day. And he told me that he feels the same way. I'm secretly overjoyed about this.
I don't know, but I think I knew that I was beginning to fall in love with Liam within the first three weeks of going out. We were talking on the phone, and suddenly we both sort of fell silent. I started to talk and he went, "Don't say anything. I just like to hear you breathing. It's so peaceful." And after a few minutes, he went, "May I say something?" and I'm like, "Go ahead" and I'm all flustered and stuff because we've barely been going out for a month and he's being all sweet with me and stuff. And Liam says, "I've never felt so close to anyone in my life. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Stay with me forever." And I was just like, "...okay ♥" and he went on for about an hour just talking about how strongly he felt about me, and I was trying to do the same but failing miserably. But, of course, he's my first boyfriend, so I really had no idea what I was doing. And sometimes I still don't.
The time I spend with him is both the longest and shortest moments of my life. The time goes by so fast with him, and yet I take in every single moment with him and just relive it. It's an incredible feeling to realize that you're talking with the boy of your dreams, your perfect match, your soul mate. And, sure, I've been asked out by plenty of guys before, and I'm honestly not sure why I said yes to Liam. I don't mean that in a rude way, however; I think it was just because he's always flattered me, from the very beginning. And then there are the random joes who I only know from passing faces in the hallways who ask me out because I'm 'pretty cute'. Well, Liam only knew me from behind the computer screen for about two years until he saw my pictures. And he liked me for me, not for my looks. And I'm somewhat glad for that. And he calls me beautiful every day, so I'm in the middle of a win-win situation here.
I love my life. And I love Liam. And the reason that I love life is because of Liam. He's my hero, honestly. I look up to him. And he's just incredible. I wish that there would be more Liam's in the world; it'd be such a nicer place.
tl;dr version: I'm in love, and now I'm 100% positive about it.Labels: Liam, love
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS
Right! So Merry Chrimmus!
Let's just go over my list real quick. Just a review, yeah?
iPod Nano. Got it. And it's extremely beautiful.
Lots and lots of music. Got it. And it's amazing.
Scrubs Season 7. Got it. Okay, Chris got it. I also got a copy, however. I'll sell it for money.
Lots and lots of money and giftcards. Got it. Damn, I'm rich.
Higurashi no Naku Koro ni DVDs. Nope. Well, I have the second DVD instead of the first. So I'm going to buy the rest of them.
Sola Manga. Got it and read it. It's okay; nothing compared to her previous works. Mediocre.
Bill and Ted's Most Excellent Collection. GOT IT. Yes!
Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World. Got it. I finally have a new game to play now.
I also got gifts like the Back to the Future Trilogy, some other manga (Yoko Koto Kita, Higurashi, etc), Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, hairclips, and LOTS of chocolate and candy. I am a very happy woman. And I also got my Liam - I've been talking to him for an hour or so now.
I hope everyone's Christmas' are as great as mine! ♥
Labels: Christmas, happy, presents
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More than words.
One hour till Chrimmus, fools.
So, I went out to the kitchen to get some Oreo's and milk, right? And to get to there I have to pass my Chrimmus tree. And everyone was all like "yeah cause we're poor we have NOTHING" and I was like "well this sort of blows" so I didn't have high expections. And like I walk out there and it looks like every other Chrimmus. Tons and tons of presents. What the hell?
Maybe it's because my mom just got me a super!gift, which she could have gotten like ten other gifts with. (It's a blue, 4gen iPod nano for those who want to know.) So she's all like "yeah NO GIFTS ALLOWED" and crap. Whatever, I'm happy. I like Chrimmus. I like presents mostly. I see my family all of the time, and Jesus knows that I already love him. So I'm only here for the presents. Happy Almost Birthday, Christ!
Well, while I'm here, let me list my Chrimmus list. Because, well, we can see what I got and didn't get tomorrow. And rub it in my face. Happy 11:11, by the way.
iPod Nano. Done, I already know that I'm getting it.
Lots and lots of music. Coldplay, Big D and the Kid's Table, Say Anything, Foo Fighters, Ludo, Alien Ant Farm, Save Ferris, Reel Big Fish, and other awesome bands are included in this. This is mostly to, you know, fill up my new iPod.
Scrubs Season 7. Indeed. Scrubs is my favourite television show, and I need this. I NEED THIS. And Liam got it before me, what the heck? He never gets stuff before me. He lives in BRITAIN for God's sake, the land where they get electronics months after us! I have all of the other seasons, though, and he stole his from Nathan so whatever girlfrand.
Lots and lots of money and giftcards. To, you know, buy the stuff that I wanted to get, but couldn't trust my relatives to get theirselves. eg, clothing, accessories, objects that cover my body.
Higurashi no Naku Koro ni DVDs. Or When They Cry, which is the US title. It's a godawesome series with blood, gore, and crazy green-headed large-chested girls who torture their best friends. I reccomend this to everyone, no joke. The first five seconds in the anime is a guy beating up two girls with a baseball bat. Epic win.
Sola Manga. So, the main reason I want this is because the authour of this story is a woman named Naoki Hisaya, a visual novel genius. She's made some of my favourite anime like Air TV, Clannad, Kanon, and an amazing visual novel called Planetarium. I would die if I got this, seriously.
Bill and Ted's Most Excellent Collection. After losing the DVD years ago, I've had a serious need to watch this epic. This is one of the few movie sets where the second is as excellent as the first one. I mean, seriously people. Evil clones? Extreme amounts of win.
Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World. I watched Talia play the first twenty minutes of this. I can see that it will be nowhere as awesome as the prequel to this, but who cares? It's Tales of Symphonia. It's born epic.
And I think that's it, actually.
And now there's only a half hour until Chrimmus. I shall update for everyone tomorrow to tell you lurkers everything that I got.
Labels: Christmas, presents, wish list
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Taste.
I went on a music-downloading rampage today. I got everything from trance to... whatever the opposite of trance is. I must have downloaded over 300 songs from artists like Coldplay, Barlow Girl, Damien Rice, SWiTCH... everything! I also discovered a new band that is absolutely amazing called Apollo's Child. They're a little technoish, but mostly just really really pretty sounding. I recommend him to you lurkers! That reminds me, I need to get some more Hatsune Miku songs, even if she is just a robot. Her songs are awesomesauce.
I still highly approve of Bill Nystre. He's so sweet, and he fits in perfectly. I will adopt him as me and Liam's son. Because he's like really sweet. Liam will hopefully approve of him as well... he's a love hate sorta guy.
I got Pogey's card! Thanks kid. ♥
And now Monica shall watch me play Maple Story.Labels: Apollo's Child, JJHF, music, Nystre, Pogey
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A-muse-ing.
Muse.
New band obsession. Damn it, I liked the Alien Ant Farm run! Ah well, I've always loved Muse's music, since I was a wee lad...ette. I'm allowed to be on a speed run with their songs. My favorite songs by them are Assassin and Time Is Running Out, for you curious people.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually jealous of some of the couples on JJHF. Not because of the couples themselves, but more of the fact that they're actually... y'know, there. Liam can't come back online until December 30, which is a week from now. I can't wait that long. I miss him so much. I want him. I only thought of this because Junior just got a new boyfriend, Nystre, who is an absolute sweetheart, and Becca has Tasha... and I just realized that Liam and I are the only straight couple on there. Oh dear, haha.
But that's not the point! I miss him. I want him back. And I'm tired of seeing the other couples on there and not us, boohoo pity party me.
The days are getting darker. I just realized earlier today that on Sunday it was the first day of winter! This year went scarily fast. But I don't mind. The faster these next six months go, the faster I get to see Liam. I can hands down say that 2008 has been the best year of my life, however. I mean, hell, I got Liam, I've matured, I found my comfort zone, I'm loving school and life... Oh yes indeed, life is good, my friends. Life is good.
Labels: 2008, JJHF, Liam, lonely, Muse, relationships, winter
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uguu
Man, sometimes I feel like such a... failure. Don't you? Because dude, I just suck at life, and everyone knows it. I can't even get a bloody speech done, for God's sake! DAMN IT MEGHAN, FOCUS.
Meh. I'm so stressy and crap these days. I can't blame PMS. I can't blame anyone else around me, because they have done nothing wrong. I can only blame myself. And that was so emo, I think I'm going to just stop talking now. Someone, stop me. And I don't think I should be laughing so hard at what I just wrote. I'M SERIOUS GUYS.
Labels: stress
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Woken Up
Liam made me realize something.
I don't try. And if I don't start to try, then I'll lose everything that I've been waiting for since May 11; Liam's trip to America.
It went like this: I didn't get my work done, my grades are horrid, Liam lectures me, I apologize, and then he goes, "Look, as much as it hurts me to say this, if you don't get your grades up... then I'm not coming to America." And, I understood where he was coming from. It gave me a jump-start, like suddenly school was the most important thing in the world to me. Because that's what Liam is. The most important thing on this planet. Hell, I would die for Liam. So, I'm going to put grades as my top priority right now, because in order to get Liam, I need to get my grades up. He told me he was in the same place I'm in now - where I won't ask for help because it makes me feel weak and whatnot - and he's been having such a hard time getting jobs because of it. He couldn't even get into the college he wanted to because of it. Liam told me that he didn't want me to be in the same position he's in, because he knows that I'm smarter and more reliable than that. And, to be honest, that means so much to me. That someone as amazing as Liam cares about me so much that he actually has to throw out a punishment because I'm not doing well. Most girlfriends these days would see this as a threat and immediately explode at their boyfriend for saying such a horrid thing, but honestly? I need a little push in the right direction, because right now I'm just standing still as everyone's flying past me. And I think Liam is - and forever will be - the only one that can make that happen. He also promised me a really nice present if I get straight-A's.
God, I'll be trying so hard now. Pinky promise.Labels: grades, Liam, reality check, school
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OWAIT
Before I forget!
I'd like to give a shout out to my friend, Loffy, one of my Faux-British Buds... because she's indeed American. She lives in New Jersey, like thirty minutes away from me. I wonder why I never went to her? Anyway, Happy Birthday, and many happy returns! ♥
Labels: birthday, JJHF, Loffy
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I smell a slew of them ♫
So. Today was definitely eventful!
I started talking to Liam at around 11PM? He left at about 10:45PM. And that was my day. Yeah, it was pretty awesome. We had an intense game of 20 Questions (RED LOBSTER MAN WHAT THE BLOODY HELL), he convinced me to watch V for Vendetta which I will see soon, he figured out about my stubborn nature and now swears to break it and destroy it, and we made some epic plans for when he comes here in 2009. I love him. ♥
Chris got the third season of Avatar from Netflix! I have to watch the first two DVDs by tomorrow... I'll watch them when I make the last of my Christmas cards. Uncle Iroh is my favorite, followed by Sokka. Katara and Aang are annoying, and I totally ship Zutara, no matter how overrated it is. They were just made for each other, it's beautiful.
And now I'm going to watch Wife Swap with my mommy and get fat off of biscuits. Yeah, I told you today was eventful.
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The phone /has/ to stop ringing.
I hate cysts. Make them dieee.
LIAM
GOT
A
JOB
at McDonald's. HOW BADASS IS THAT SON. So he's coming back online onnnnn... December 30th. EHEHEHEHEEHE YAY ♥ why yes I am totally and utterly stoked thank you very much! And he can finally make his epic annual New Years Comic like he has been for the past three years. So all is good in the hood.
I'm sad to announce that I'm obsessed with Maple Story.
If I don't get a Nexon giftcard for Christmas I'll be sorely disappointed. Let's leave it at that. I need to make Sullivan pretty, goddammit.
Labels: cyst, EEEEEE, Liam, Maple Story
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Hyper-ressonance
"Anise... no."
I need to play Tales of the Abyss again. What a fantastic game. Jade will always be badass, Guy will always have girlphobia, and Tear will always piss me off to no end. I have no idea why, or how, but she does. Go fall in a pit. Guhhh. But I mean, she's still pretty awesome, and cheers to her for putting Luke in line, because Luke was just as bitchy as she was at the beginning of the game. Then he was all like, "MY HAIR HAS TAINTED MY SOUL" and he cuts it off and he's a ~*new man*~. But Tear doesn't change at all. She's sort of overbearing and I'm just like, "god woman shut up" throughout half the game. But it's still epic!
Nothing compares to Tales of Symphonia, though. Zelos and Raine > all of the characters, hands down. Lloyd in a close second to them, and then Kratos. My least favourite is Collette, god she's annoying. Throughout half of the game she's this paperweight with drool dribbling from her mouth. I wish she'd stay like that.
Oh by the way.
I GOT LIAM'S PRESENT AJKSHAKJWHKAHWAWHLAKWHALKJRKAJHSKLJA
Yeah so it's a teddy bear named Benji Bear (he's next to me right now) and this super pretty heart necklace. I love them so much -hugsBenji- DANKE LIAM. ♥
mmmn. What else?
I started playing Maple Story again. Yeah, yeah, it still sucks, but damn is it addicting. I'm on that new server. Uhh. Yeah. My character is named Sullivan because yeah. I'm suddenly tired.Labels: Liam, Maple Story, presents, Tales of Symphonia, Tales of the Abyss
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Illness IIX.A
Yeah, yeah. I'm sick again.
Same thing as Friday. Weird stomach-crampy-ovary-thing.
Right. So.
I need new clothes. Yeah, I bought new ones the other day, but I neeeeeed new clothes. Like. I only have a few shirts left that I can wear. It's not like I'm fat or anything, but I just grew. I hate growing ugh. Why can't we stay twelve inches tall our whole lives, like Talia does?
I should really get to work on my letters for my British Buds. They'll be late, but, y'know. Life is late. Take that.
...god I'm tired.
Labels: clothes, illness, letters, sleepy
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hauuu.
I hate Mondays.
I miss Liam.
But I got Hannah's present today! I love it sooo much. ;~; Thank you!
And I think that's all I have to say about today.
Labels: Hannah, Liam, Mondays, presents
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♥ ♥ ♥
Okay! So today was pretty awesome.
I woke up at 9:45 and died. Because, well, I was tired. But then I got my lazy ass up and started to get ready to go to the mall. Yeah. The mall. I had a $50 giftcard from my daddy and step-mommy to use. Huzzah, indeed. And I needed to get my presents for my British Buds. Righteous, right?
Yeah, I know. And I went with Talia, the bane of my life. On the way there, we just talked about Scrubs and we texted ChaCha with questions like "Who is Meghan Schultz from Milford, PA?" and "Where does the word 'cop' come from?" and "CHECK OUT MY YOUTUBE AJSHKAJHSKA" Oh, and my mom like got total road rage, it was awesome hahah.
Anyway! We got there and ate. But it took like five hours to find a table to eat at. It was insane. So we sat next to these Hispanic people and ate our chicken teriyaki, which I looove. Get some.
OH um we went to shops and we shopped. WASN'T EXPECTING THAT HUH.
I bought this badass kitty shirt and a Super Mario Galaxy shirt and some pins and a Chococat necklace and adorable hairclips for myself. and I bought random crap for my friends, and another small present for Liam, even though he didn't want one. Too bad Leeums. Nyeh.
Uhms. Yeah. So I lost interest in typing.
I talked with Liam from 6 PM to 10:30 PM.
I love you, Liam. ♥Labels: Liam, shopping, Talia
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Little Wings and Beautiful Things
I have two, green, liquidy pills sitting next to me on a plate. One of them rammed into my unfinished BLT sandwich, and the other is taking haven behind it.
I can never swallow pills. I don't know why. Especially Pepto Bismol. God, I hate pills. They're so gross. And they don't exactly do much when I can barely toss them into my sickly body. Beh.
Labels: medication
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hehe.
AJSHKJAHWKJAHKWJHAKWJ
I WANT TO KNOW THE SURPRISE. Liiiaaaaaammm, pleaaase? -pouty-
Fine, I'll just wait... -grumble- Even my mommy knows about the surprise! It's so depressing, I wish I knew.
By the way, I don't think I'm ill anymore. My ovaries still hurt like hell, but my tummyache is gone! So I changed my title. Chyeah.
Labels: Liam, surprises
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Illness VIII
I talked with Liam!
...heeheeeeee. ♥
He's calling back in about... ah, 20 minutes. Cause my uncle had to make some calls or something, and so did my mommy.
SUPPOSEDLY HE HAS A SURPRISE FOR ME ON TWO MONDAYS FROM NOW. I'm so excited. I wonder what it is? He said it wasn't a package... hmm. OMG MAYBE HE'S ALLOWED BACK ON THE COMPUTER. That would be so completely epic. I loves him~
Labels: illness, Liam, surprises
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Illness VII
I found the sheet music for Morning in May by Ludo on the piano.
I can play the beginning part perfectly now. I almost have the first verse and chorus down.
I love my piano. ♥ It really calms me down, especially when my cyst is digging its ragged nails into my sensitive ovaries every five seconds. I think I understand about what... eh, 10% of childbirth feels like now.
I need more sheet music though; I have a feeling I'll get through this song scarily fast. I'll just search the internets for some more Ludo songs. Or Say Anything songs! I've been trying to learn All Choked Up by ear for months, and I'm still finding errors in my sheet music after listening to the song a few times. Now, I can't be assed to fix any of it. So I gave up.
I also recently learned how to play Simple and Clean by Utada Hikari. You know, that Kingdom Hearts song? It's very pretty~
In other news, 30 minutes until Liam.
Well, I'm glad I was productive tod--
owait.Labels: illness, Morning in May, piano
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Illness VI
2:19 PM. I'd be in Computer Programming right now, probably working on my practice program.
2:20 PM. Damn. I accidentally published this. Ah, well. My day off was pretty boring. Being sick and all. The snow was pretty cool though; I thought that everyone was going to leave early. I guess not.
2:21 PM. The zombies are marching, according to Ludo. Hell yeah. Such a beautiful song. Cheers, Ludo.
2:22 PM. It'd be 7:22 PM where Liam lives. He's just waiting for it to 9 PM, I know it. Because I am. Well... 4 PM for me. But you know what I mean. Because he usually calls at four-ish on Fridays. Eeeeeee.
2:23 PM. I think I'm gonna read The Westing Game again, just for the hell of it. I mean, we're reading it in English, so why not? I know that book like the back of my hand, anyway.
2:24 PM. I can't wait for season 8 of Scrubs to come out! January... sixth, is it? On ABC. My mom and I are anxiously waiting for more Dr. Cox goodness! Well. I am, anyway. He's my favourite character, and always will be. His sarcasm and cockiness kills me, and you. You're actually dead right now. Join the club, dude.
2:25 PM. I'm extremely thirsty, and I have a craving for tea. Maybe I'll get some in a bit. I like my tea with lots of milk and sugar. Earle Grey is the best brand. None of that Lipton crap for me. Even though that's decent as well. I don't feel as British as I do when I drink Earle Grey, though, and I like that feeling.
2:26 PM. My Pikachu lamp broke. So did my ceiling fan. This is depressing. It's really hot and dark in my room. I wish they worked, then it could be lighter and cooler in here.
2:27 PM. I was supposed to wear my Voltron shirt to school today. You know, from Power Rangers? When I bought it, I thought it was Optimus Prime. I was so stoked to see a shirt with a robot on it I didn't even take a second glance. I feel like such a horrible fan of Transformers, even when I practically worship it. I'm a disgrace.
2:28 PM. We had to read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson in English. I wasn't too fond of it. But hell, it was so deep, man. Everyone loved it. They would. Damn my generation.
2:29 PM. Liam sent me my Christmas present. I hope I get it today. If not, I'll be very disappointed. He said that the box was red and the present was bursting at the sides. And it was as long as me. My guess is Clifford the Big Red Dog.
Labels: 10 minutes, illness, ramblings
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Illness V
I know I update too much. Hush.
I have absolutely nothing to do. So I ramble. And ramble. And ramble. Wash, rinse and repeat. Now, that isn't a particularly bad thing, is it? It allows me to relax a bit. Show my true colours. I wonder who will read these silly things, anyway? What am I proving by talking about my life? Oh yeah; I'm proving that I'm an egotistical, quirky child who spends way too much time in solitude. Now, it's not that I dislike people in general (like most of my pussy emo generation), or I hate going outside in the real world. I like people, and the world is pretty fly. It's just that... I prefer staying in. Showing myself through a glass screen allows me to be more like myself than talking face to face. Well, most of the time.
I'm more obnoxious when I'm in the real world. Because I feel -- why yes, I do love this word -- superior to everyone. Like I'm a walking encyclopedia compared to the bozo next to me. Yeah. Life is good.
...except not really. My ego gets in the way of everything. And I mean, hell, at least I have confidence. I just show it off in the wrong way...? Yeah, let's go with that. Sounds accurate enough.
That's why I act, I guess. I can be someone I'm not. Story of my life!
But it's not a bad story of my life. I pretend to be a ditzy blonde just to see people's reactions. I want to read their faces, their shaking heads at such a disorientated teenager. Only a few people know the real me. Like... Liam, for one. He definitely knows me. Hell, he finishes my sentences. How cute is that? ♥
But that's not the point. I love acting. I love debating. I love arguing. Oh, arguing, you are my one true love! Because I can always win. Always. I refuse to be wrong. Ever.
...Hello, Miss Ego, how are you this fine afternoon?
DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT?! Dammit. I really have to work on this.
Oh sweet, a new Transformer shirt came out at Hot Topic. I'll be sure to buy that th--
HOLY CRAP 25 DOLLARS. Jesus. I should have expected...
I'm poor as hell right now, okay? I have a $800 phonebill in my left hand, an expensive Christmas list to my right, and only 50-something dollars in my wallet.
I know I'm getting Becca a polar bear plushie, Pogey a trombone tie, White something Pikmin / Nintendo-esque, Snow some Mother 3 pins and Blu something kitty-ish. I dunno about Magenta, Mason, Timmy, or Twee. I already got Liam's present; Spore on the PC. Too bad he can't use it yet; he needs the internet to play it and he's still grounded. I also made him a Mixed CD full of love songs. He liked Say Anything on there, haha. Take that, Say Anything Hater.
I'm not saying what I'm getting my irl friends though. They might read this. Take that, sneaky friends.
Labels: Christmas, ego, illness, money, presents
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Illness IV
Save our city, keep our souls Lord, through the rapture of this world~ ♫
I'm on a Ludo runthrough right now. I bloody love Ludo, they're a fantastic band. If I don't get to see them live by the end of... 2009 (considering that 2008 is ending in less than a month), I may cry. I doubt that they would play any of their EP songs (Broken Bride), but it's nice to dream. That's probably my favourite album by them, followed by You're Awful, I Love You. Their self-titled album was, of course, very awesome, but it unfortunately comes in last place. I STILL LOVE IT THOUGH, don't get me wrong!
I almost saw Ludo at Warped Tour when I went this summer, but Say Anything was on at the same time and Say Anything > Ludo. :( It's true. Next year if they're on at the same time, I'll go to Ludo. They missed me, I just know it.
I can seriously listen to Broken Bride all day and not get bored. And luckily, Liam likes Ludo too. He doesn't like Say Anything. How can you not like Max Bemis' voice of sex? It baffles me. Silly Liam.
ow. My tummy / ovary still aches. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm afraid it might be my appendix as well. I've had some scares with that in the past, as well.
Buck up, Meghan, you damned wuss.
I watch these people fall, the dragon shrieks, and burns it all~ ♫
Labels: illness, Ludo, Say Anything
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Illness III
I cannot wait for Christmas. Tis the season, after all.
But I always make the same stupid mistake every year; I ask for stuff I will never use. I still have some DVDs from last Christmas that haven't even been opened yet. (The Goofy Movie, Pokemon Orange Island DVD, etc. I just recently opened A Series of Unfortunate Events.) That's why I'm asking for money this year. I hope I get some, and not just only presents like the past few years. I've already gotten a few cards here and there, with Hot Topic gift cards and twenty dollar bills, which was pretty awesome. And I'm going shopping tomorrow, so I'll buy some gifts for my friends and myself. I need new shirts. Badly.
It's been snowing all day. Random tree branches have been flying into my window and scaring the hell out of me. It isn't exactly helping my cyst, per se. And I think my cyst is actually getting worse?
You see, I have an ovarian cyst. And it isn't looking too good. Like. It might explode. Ew.
And since I'm on my period right now, my ovaries feel like they're going to explode themselves. I'm in excruciating amounts of pain. Ow ad infinitum.
Liam is calling in... five hours.
I CAN'T WAIT KAJHDKJAHKJAHKJWH.
And now I'm hungry. I'll go eat something.
Labels: Christmas, illness, ramblings
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Illness II
After playing around for a while, I finally got a new little layout. I likey.
Do you? ♫
Labels: illness, layout
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Illness I
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Honestly? I've been ill too often this year. I almost hit my ten-absences mark. It's only a matter of days until I get a letter from the state threatening to fine my family because I wasn't in school.
This sucks. I was supposed to take this math test today that I studied like... all night for. And I can't even take it until next week. Dammit, why does this always happen to me?
I'm convinced that I just carry around bad luck. Like I'm its fuel pump. I'm its photosystem I. (We're learning about photosynthesis in Biology. Yeah, I'm bored, too.) And I just carry my little bad luck molecules on my back as I live through my day. And sometimes, they fight back. They go, "Hey, Meghan's having a decent day, let's make it hell!" and there you go. Well, that's my theory, anyway.
On a completely different note, I think I'll just talk about my classes as an alternative to going to school.
First period I have French I with Mrs. Burke. Sorry; Madame Burke. It's my smallest class of the day, with only... twelve people, is it? Dunno. However, I've always loved small classes. I had my first experience with one in seventh grade with Mrs. Bara's first period English class. There was about 15 of us, and we were all thrown in there because we didn't do chorus, orchestra, or band, yet we were in honors. That shows a lot, doesn't it? Anyway, I grew close to quite a few people in that class, and it will probably forever be my favorite class.
Back on topic: French is full of morons. Seriously. Okay, well. Maybe not morons, per se. But something close to it. They're ignorant. And they think it's damn cool to waltz in and pretend not to care. I hate people like that, I'll tell you that right now. There's this one kid who annoys the hell out of me (and basically everyone else), one who I'm scared about entering society, another who I'm actually okay with, and one who is half-asleep nearly the whole entire time. I feel so superior in this class. Sure, I may have a C- (I blame... actually, I think I can only blame myself for that. DAMN) but I know what I'm doing. And I think that's all you need to know about French.
Then I have Honors Biology with Miss Lee. She's a new teacher, so she seems pretty scared about losing her position of power. Honestly, who wouldn't be when you're entering my school? She probably believes that all of her students will backfire and go insane on her; you know, tie her to a chair, taunt her by deleting every last file in her folder, set the room on fire, et cetera. I don't know, she acts like she's above all. I don't blame her; my peers force her into that position of faux anarchy by being a group of unruly twits.
The students aren't all that bad. A couple of them are obnoxious, and a few of them I flat out dislike. Then again, my best friend is in this class, so it isn't all that bad. And, for the record, I've hated sciences of any type since sixth grade, so don't expect any positive reviews about this class in the future. Nothing personal.
My favourite class this year would have to be Honors American History with Mr. Shaffer. He's been here since... forever. My uncle had him. My uncle's best friend had him. (I won't use 'girlfriend' considering that they aren't going out anymore.) My uncle's best friend's family had him. Yeah, he's practically carved into the school's rusty, old, 34-year-old skeleton.
Mr. Shaffer is probably the most calm and collected teacher I've ever had. Everyone complains about his class being 'boring' or whatever. I don't. It's probably because I've had an interest in any type of history since last year with Mr. Pope. He sort of opened my eyes to how epic the world can be. Although Mr. Shaffer is nothing compared to Mr. Pope (everyone agrees with me when I say that Mr. Pope would own Mr. Shaffer in a second's time) he's still pretty interesting, and he isn't boring. God people.
My class is okay. No complaints here.
Geometry with Mrs. McDaniels. I. Hate. This. Class.
I'll flat out say that I despise... let's go with 98% of this class. Words cannot describe my hatred for the students that inhabit classroom D6 during fourth period. I want to strangle them. And the teacher, too. She is probably the most dry, vain individual I have ever had the displeasure to meet. Well, those are the feelings that I get from her. She looks at me with that smug face that's practically screaming, "I'm better than you, you're below my standards of power, and you're late every day. Therefore you must be a goddamn hellion."
Because I'm a stubborn person whose only drive is to piss off Mrs. McDaniels, I arrive about three minutes late to class every day. I can't help it, though. I carry around an Andy Warhol Campbell's Soup Can bag around with me every day and it's rather large. About the size of my torso. And well, you know. All kids carry around deadly weapons in their bags these days. Naturally, being a teacher, Mrs. McDaniels brought this up and asked me to not carry it around anymore. I replied with a haughty, "umokay" which really meant, "hell no, do you want my arms to snap off like pretzels?" So, I basically go from Mr. Shaffer's class, allllll the way up to my locker, put my bag away, get my books, and go to Mrs. McDaniel's class, just to prove a point. I mentioned this to her when she brought up me being late, and she laughed. Laughed. Like I was some sort of punk she shrugged off her shoulder. This isn't business anymore; this is personal.
Then I have lunch. Yeah, I know this isn't really a class, but it's pretty cool, nonetheless.
Next, Art Around the World with Mrs. Kaylor and, temporarily, Mr. Wilson. He's a student teacher, and he's leaving next Wednesday. It's a shame, I actually like him. Mrs. Kaylor is pretty nice as well; she's reminds me of a more hesitant Miss Lee, which seems to be a good mix. She's very soft spoken, yet her orders are carried out. Only a few teachers are able to pull this off this feat. I'm impressed, to say the least.
I think this class has more morons than French. I despise nearly every individual at the table behind me and to the... -makes L's with fingers- ...right of me. My table and the table to the left of me are fine. sjhdakjshd. OW MY STOMACH. DAMN YOU ILLNESS, OWOWOWOWOWWWW. holy crap that hurt like HELL.
...anyway, after Art, I have Honors English with Mrs. Weston. I really enjoy this class, actually, and Mrs. Weston is an amusing and sweet individual. I have high amounts of respect for her, and I probably will for the rest of the year.
The class isn't bad at all. In fact, they amuse me, as well. I don't have much to say about this class except that I look forward to being in it every day. Oh, and we're reading The Westing Game. Eee. ♥ That will forever be one of my favorite books, just so you know.
Finally, I have Computer Programming with Mrs. Barilka. She puts me on edge a little, but she's very nice! Almost like a motherly type. Scolds you when you're misbehaving, praises you when you do something correctly, you know.
I'm the only girl in this class. Well, besides Mrs. Barilka. And because of my extremely awkward demeanor, I don't exactly have the easiest time befriending people. So I sort of relax in my little corner of the classroom, working on Microsoft Visual Basic, which is the biggest piece of crap I have ever seen when it comes to programming. What the hell is 'Option Explicit' doing at the top of the programs? It's ancient. A fossil A relic to the commonwealth of computers everywhere. I'm so used to working with Java and Dreamweaver that something as out-of-date as this confuses me occasionally. I understand it for the most part but... wow.
Then I go home, which is bloody forty-five minutes away.
Sounds fun, right? Well, it is. I enjoy school, but not for the education. I prefer the social part of it, as most teenagers do. I'm your average teenage, afterall. I'm just more of an opinionated asshole than most.
...sometimes I amaze myself with how much I write.
Labels: bad luck, classes, illness, school
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Sept de Mais.
I have a boyfriend. And he lives 3000 odd miles away in the UK.
I'm head over heels in love with him.
It's true! Sure, I may be young and insane as every teenager is, and because of that, adults underestimate us. They think that we're potheads who spend every weekend at some dude's house drinking our brains out. Most of us do. (For the record, I don't do that crap. I'm straightedge, and you can expect me to say that often in this little journal.) Therefore, they tend to think that our young-usually-puppy love is as fake as Paris Hilton. But I can promise you, random viewers, this is as real as it gets.
I don't even know how to explain how I feel about him. He's just... amazing. I look forward to talking with him every day, even if I can't. (He's grounded off of the computer right now to look for a job. Unfair, I know.) Sure, I've never actually seen him, besides webcam and photos... but he's very handsome and shdkahj! I love talking about him, everyone knows that.
We're meeting in the Summer of 2009. God, I am so bloody stoked. You have no idea.
The reason why I'm bringing him up is that today is our seven monther.
Happy seven months, Liam! I love you ♥
Labels: 2009, anniversary, Liam, love
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Most unenthusiastic.
I hate Times New Roman.
Seriously, it is such a disgusting looking font. Why does everyone insist on using it so damn often? Granted, it's the default font. All computers have it, even those crappy iMacs. (Wouldn't you think that they would have, yanno, ~*creative*~ fonts? Seriously, they're made for graphics. I have never seen Times New Roman on a banner before in my life.) The teachers force you to type in it for essays. God forbid you use Verdana or Tahoma. No, you have to use Times New Roman. Screw that noise. I can write in whatever the hell I want. Verdana looks nicer, anyway. It doesn't look as blocky as Times New Roman.
When and if I become a teacher, I'll let my students use any font they want when they write -- except for Times New Roman. And Wingdings. That will be my only rule for essays. Because I don't want them to suffer the same fate I have for the past fourteen years of my life.
No, I don't really know why I hate Times New Roman so much. It's just... ugly.
...what a welcoming introduction.
My name is Meghan with an H Julianna Veronika Schultz. Don't worry, I can't spell it either.
I'm fourteen years old, a freshman at a highschool that was on the news for their STD outbreak, and positively female.
Never move to PA. You'll hate it here.
Life goes two miles per hour here. You look outside and you'll see trees upon trees upon deer upon trees. Sure, there's the cute little historical town here and there, but who would want to see that anyway? My town was created for art critics and cranky grandmas. Oh, and deer, too.
I think that God must of had a blast creating Milford, Pennsylvania. Oh yes, he just sat in his throne chuckling to himself as he waved his palm over this piece of soil and created trees. And that's about it. And, considering that my ancestors went to my undereducated highschool, they sat there with a hammer and some nails with drool sliding from their mouths, wondering what the hell to do next. So we have some crappy houses and a few bistros. And that's about all that inhabits Milford.
I love high school thus far.
I don't know why, though. Maybe it's my sudden surge of power? Like I'm suddenly superior to everyone below me? Sure, I've always felt like that... but I think being in high school boosted my ego a bit. My classes are pretty cool, as well.
I lost interest in typing now.
I shall update again sooner or later.
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!! Meghan Julianna Schultz. 14. Female. Taken. Freshmen. CAPSLOCK.
 I'm commonly known online as Fiinikkusu, Megative, or Robotiqua. Some people call me Meg, Meggu, Mego's, Megatron, Megalopolis, Meganium, Schultzy, and some insults here and there. But you can call me tonight.
 I live the simple life. At the ripe age of fourteen, I can still rely on my parents. I can still do stupid things and only get disappointed head-shakes and scoldings. I can still love my boyfriend without being expected to have sex with him. I can still ask for a lollipop at the doctor's office. I can still be completely clueless about the world around me without others thinking I'm unintelligent. I know that in a few years, everything will be different. But that's okay. Everything is different.
 I'm not hard to please. I like Pokemon, playing the piano, cell phone charms, hair clips, window shopping, algebra, surveys, band-aids, pizza, my boyfriend, snow, Optimus Prime, 11:11, and kittens.
 When I grow up, I'm going to live with my boyfriend somewhere. Just anywhere but here. And I will have a coffeeshop. It's unnamed so far, but one day I will think of a name and a location and everything. Those are my life dreams in a nutshell; to live with my boyfriend, to own a coffeeshop, and to move away from the boonies of Pennsylvania.
 I'm straightedge, and I mention it often. I don't do drugs, smoke, drink, and I'm still a virgin. I hate alcohol more than anything on this planet, just throwing that out there. Don't talk to me just to bash my opinions. Everyone has them, and I appreciate that you're trying to make yours heard, but you're going to the wrong person about them.
 I watch anime and read manga. My favourites are Higurashi no Naku Koro ni, Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, Pita-Ten, DOGs, and Kaleido Star. I watch television. My favorite TV shows are Scrubs and That 70's Show. I watch movies. My favorite movies are Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Transformers, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, and War Games.
 I'm not your average fourteen year old.
 
thass me.
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