College + Nightmare

So, I'm just getting around to my scholarship applications, debate issues, etc. Currently, I'm going through my design files trying to find the right pieces to present to various scholarships, most of which tend to require some sort of visual proof they should choose you. "Please provide a URL to a digital media project here (photo, movie, song) that shows you at your most innovative." The problem? All of my stuff is for clients, or for personal amusement, not really "most innovative." I don't know.

So, as you can see, those are my most "innovative." Actually, there's one more, but I can't seem to get it to open. :[ Maybe I can put something out by Monday. I've been needing to design something. Maybe, just maybe, you can choose.

Funeral Unknown

I'm not sure which scares me most: the fact that I'm not upset with the fact that 90% of my friends ditch me after making plans to do something, or the fact that I've come to accept the fact. But are quite scary, but it hit me today when my cousin told me he has the planning and time management abilities that seem prevelent in our family, in our generation. But even Ally and I can time manage if we're planning to leave the state. Not that I'm bitter. Because I'm not. I love you, cuz. You know I just kid.

But, seriously.

In the past month, I think I've been left alone a minimum of 6 times, and because of this, I had to call rainchecks on 3 or four friends (out of which I've managed to see one). I've come to the conclusion that either I don't matter enough to my "friends," and I need to get new ones, or there's a new RPG out that I've obviously missed called "Make Meg M. More Cynical!" How exciting! Of course, I can't do much with family. So, meh.

Also, I'd like to touch on the funeral portion of this post. I'm not looking to seek pity, mainly because I'm too lazy to give any to whoever might read this, but a lifelong friend of mine passed on the other day, March 22. I'm still a bit torn up since I found out tonight after dinner. I've known this friend my whole life, since I was 2, and she's always been there. My beloved calico cat, Stinky (don't laugh at the name), couldn't even make it to the woods to pass on. It was cold that day, and she crawled under my mom's car where it was warm and died. My parents weren't going to tell me. My mom did, and compared it to the fork thefts that have been occuring around the house as of late. To make a point, supposedly. I'm still lost on how you can compare the death of a family member to flatware, but I'll cope. Then, I asked my dad why he didn't tell me earlier tonight, when I was talking about Stink. He had the audacity to tell me he burried her, and where. I'll go visit tomorrow. Then he told my mom and I, "The thing that got me the most, was that she had her eyes open." As if the fact that the cat that slept on my chest this past Saturday while I was ill and sleep-deprived passed away under a car and no one told me, lets add the fact that she went down with her boots on, for lack of better terminology. I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking about it. This is the cat I've been making jokes about her dying for three or four years now. She's lived outside, declawed, and the alpha cat for 16 years. She's been with me since I was 2, gave me a bacterial infection known as "cat scratch fever," ran away one of my kittens, and always had a knack of cheering me up when I was down. My mom wants to try to domesticate my black cat, Choco, but I don't think I can handle it right now and neither can he. He's been with her since she was a kitten, and I'm the only one he'll come to. Being with other humans might set him off. I care more about my cats and animals than I care about most people, mind you. But I'm taking the death of Stinky pretty hard, even for me. So, rest in peace, my friend. I hope it's warmer where you are.

SURPRISE! Package

I think that The Regulars are getting me back for my post on the "Surprise, not so surprise package." I got a letter in the mail today from Michigan. Now, I do have friends in Michigan, only none of them really know my address. Except for The Regulars. I like to think they and I have formed a special... friendship, of sorts. Anyway, the package included a slip of paper with one word in nice script on it: "Surprise."

To say the least, I was surprise. Also, in the illustrious silver marker is written: "WE UNDERSTAND. -THE REGULARS"
Now, I'm quite excited, and I hope we figure out the password quite soon. That would make me happy. Until then, thank you to The Regulars, because you make me cry happy tears, which in turn cry tiny angsty goth tears as well.

I love today

Happy St. Patricks Day!

Why? Because this is one of the best days in the world. I love this day. It's the day that St. Patrick drove all the snakes out of Ireland (I'm sure there's still some there...). But more importantly, it gives me reason to beat up on people. Oh, today is a wonderful day. So, if your'e not wearing green (or have not painted yourself green in celebration (can include vomit I guess)), then hit yourself for me. Party pooper.

o_o

So, a new bottled template. Uhm, this one actually came in a different language, so I'm glad it turned out right. Coding is the same across the board, pretty much. So, yay. Uhm. You'd think with spring break in full swing, I'd find some sort of time to actually make my own damned layout. But, you thought wrong. I'm too lazy, and besides, I like these boats. I did start working on some images... but for some reason they won't sit right on the screen, and I'm not too sure how they'll look on the Safari browser or on regular IE. It probably works right on IE, just not on my computer. But, oh well. I'll see what I can do with that over the weekend. Maybe I can get out and take better images to use.

Anyway, view Tommy T's blog for the updated password. Last time I checked, it was _ 7 S Q _ _ _ _ _ _, but I think he's found another letter. Again, if you've gotten a package, ease my giddyness and gimme your letter/number, please. We all are dying to know what this bonus is.

Surprise, not so surprise, package from The Regulars

Okay, so, I've been bitten by the bug. Bad. This image is from the regulars. Who, I might add, is comprised of some of the coolest dudes/dude I've had the pleasure of complimenting. That is, as long as his tears don't listen to crappy new AFI music.

Anyway, my contributation to the puzzle is the letter Q in the fourth spot. I'm giddy with excitement.

I didn't get the chills of opening the letter by myself, since my mom had opened it for me while I was gone, and left it all sitting in plain view on the kitchen table. Atmosphere of mystery disolved. I was quite unpleased. She claims she was just opening mail, and she thought it was for her. Negative points for her. Surprisingly, she used to work for the US Postal Service. Mail tampering? Irony, come on down. So, yeah. I told her next time she accidentally opens my mail, to tape it all back together so I can have the experience of opening what little mail I do get that isn't some kind of bill. I like surprises. Of the non-lethal variety, of course.

The Regulars

So, by complete accident, I came across Tommy Tumult, king of rock n' roll. Tommy's my hero, but I don't think he knows this. In fact, I hope he doesn't. That'd be really freaky for someone you don't know other than by one or two emails and a few comments told you that they looked up to you. Also, I think he'd laugh at me.

Anyway, his most recent blog entries have been about this mystery that The Regulars
have been sponsoring. He's recently gotten his package in the mail, and I've just signed up for mine. I'm more intrigued than anything. It's amazing. The whole concept is beautiful. Each password, from what I understand, will have blanks and a letter or number. It comes with a picture and a sticker. Apparently, the password is to get into a secret part of the site. It's amazing. There's still 41 left, if you take into account I've just applied for one. Also, Tommy's blog is linked from there, or you could just google it. Honestly, this is one of the most genius things I've heard of for a while. It will bring 60 or so otherwise complete strangers together.

Amazing. Simply amazing.