This is a song for the brokenhearted

One thing I'm for sure not going to miss about leaving Nashville is all the stupid shit that people do. I mean, it's totally amazing. To break up with someone, it's en vogue to tell them that you had phone sex with someone. It's also en vogue for that person and their "partner in crime" to discuss wheter or not they did something, which sounds quite suspicious to me. So, at the moment, KNoxville looks like a giant blessing in disguise. I don't think I'm going to miss as many people as I thought I was going to. Things are looking up, and I think it's for the better.

Melting Jell-O

So, the myth that you can't melt Jell-O... That's false.

Tonight, my mother made Jell-O. Splendid stuff, she made it very strong--it was cherry. With bananas on top.

Anyway, enough about how good the Jell-O is. I'm sure most people have heard the tale that if you cannot melt Jell-O in the microwave, that it becomes just a hot Jell-O mass, kinda sweats some.

My mother and I were in the kitchen, eating ou Jell-O. So, I casually mentioned, "You know, supposedly you can't melt Jell-O." My mom said she'd head that as well, and quickly adding, "Lets try it!" She then picked up the remaining Jell-O and attempted to place it in the microwave. "No!" I exclaimed, "Not that! Lets just try a little bit!"

As we finished our Jell-O, I saved a small bit of mine to be placed in the microwave, which we did so promptly, and for a minute as well. To say the least, our attempts were foiled. And my father made fun of us. :[

And in case you were wondering, it melts in about 8 seconds. It's such a rip-off.

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So, how about working for Anime Pavilion has its perks beyond belief. Yeah, can we say getting in free? AND free room and board? Woot. Now I just need a costume or two to wear.

Snow

I've got this wonderful memory of getting out of school early a few years ago in January, due to snow, and going to my house with my boyfriend (who I still have feelings for), and making hot chocolate and watching movies. To me, that's a perfect day. For some reason, every time it's cold enough to snow, I get to missing that feeling, and I start wondering if I could feel that with the beau I'm currently with.
Of course, it's possible, it's just a matter of trying. But, then I remember that with that feeling, I didn't have to try. And, I think that's why it was perfect: I didn't have to act, or initate, anything. MAybe that's what I miss most about that relationship, and why I curse myself often for screwing it up so bad; in the end, I was (and am) the one with the broken heart.

This all sounds so cliche, but that's one of the great things about things being cliche: most of the time, they turn out to be true.

Moving on, the snow outside is quite pretty, and it's sticking! Something very rare here in Nashville. And it rained all day, so, I'm quite surprised it's sticking. Maybe they'll shut down schools and some universities! mmm... Coffee with Joey is always a treat. Actually, coffee in general is a treat. I'm not sure if it's the drink itself, or the adorable China cups my espresso comes in that makes me feel like I'm not in Tennessee, or even the States, but in some refined European nation. I think it's that feeling more than anything else that I drink coffee... that, and it tastes great and caffine is quite adicting.

Meg M

Vices

One of the great vices I seem to have in my posession is the inability to be at home, concious, for more than four hours a day. This is because I leave from school at 3:15 and head straight for swim practice, which is quite quite dull. I love swimming, but, I need a change.
Which is, ironically, what I said when I dyed my hair red... now I'm letting it grow back out to it's original brown. Maily because I miss it, but also because I'm a broke mo-fo.

Anyway. Back to my vices. It's amazing, because, when it comes the weekend, I'm almost reluctant to leave my home. Why? I have no idea. And when I go to complain about being bored, I refuse to leave. I guess it's because I'm leaving soon, and it kinda scares me. I mean, I guess I never really thought about it: it's the real world, or as real as it's going to get for the next four or so years. Away from my family, away from most of my friends. Not too much of a comforting thought.

Friends, that's another vice of mine. I can't stand to not meet someone and either become their friend, or at least be tolerated by them. Last night was a prime example. We went to go play Laser Quest, and I'd met this new girl who was with the "group" (it's in quotations because there were five of us, instead of the planned 7-8) I'm pretty sure I annoyed this girl a little. I mean, she's sixteen, and usually anyone my age and with my... unique... view on life annoys people of her "calibur." So, moving right along, I was thinking about this today: why do I intentionally annoy people upon first meeting them, and then after a while become myself? Am I trying to weasle out the bad from the good? Because, I know once you get a little caffiene in me (like last night), I'm bound to chat up a storm. Except not really. I just comment a lot... Don't start discussions, really. Especially with people I hardly know.

So, that just goes to show you, I like my house and I like pissing people off. Whoo. I'm going to make friends later on.

Now, if I could only figure out why the cord on my blinds to the skylight are swaying back and forth for no reason at all.

Introduction

My name is Meagan M. I go by Meg M if need be because I know it is next to impossible to spell my name without some complete and utter fuckup.

Lets skip the stupid prequel most blogs seem to require. I'll give you some short facts, though not my entire life's story. 1) It's far too borning and 2) You shouldn't meddle farther than invited.

So, I finally joined the blogging trainwreck. Yes, at blogger, because I'm poor. Deal. If you found this on your own, good for you. If I gave you the link, what was I thinking?

Small facts, that's what I was thinking: I enjoy writing, and might occasionally post a few poems. I'm scheduled to go to University Tennessee at Knoxville in the fall of 2006, and I hate people. I enjoy making people happy, though. It boosts my self-esteem. I'm brutally honest, and I really could give a damn how someone reacts to my honesty. Last of all, I hate being hurt. That's why I'm blogging: Internet hurts far less than people.

More later. Welcome, and this is the diary of Meg M, and her letters in the sand.