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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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 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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!! 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.
 
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