Shit, motherfucker, I'm tired

So, I've completed a small sample of what my upcoming classes for the semester will be like, sans one lab which doesn't begin until next week. It's not so much that the classes themselves are tiring, I just need to stop staying up until two am just to chill outside my dorm building and watch people light sticks on fire to write on the sidewalk. But the chai tea I had was sub-par and the blueberry scone was yummy.

I saw Big D and the Kids Table the day before classes, and that initiated the routine of "Sleep, what? Homie don't play that, dawg" On the bright side, I've made some new friends and have personally volunteered myself to make flyers and images for bands I have yet to learn the name of. But the guy's name is Dylan, and he's pretty rad.

I hate to say it, but for the most part, the school at my highschool cafeteria is better than here, and I must remember to email my highschool and inform them of this fact. They'd be happy. The cafeteria ladies are really nice and made some awesome food for us-- even knew us by name. Pretty awesome if I do say so myself.

I'm listening to John Meyer right now. Yes, I listen to that crap. But, it's not a bright idea if you've been up since 8 and coffee didn't even work to wake you up for an awesome Anthropology course (even if there's something like 300+ people in a small room and I'm sure it breaks all sorts of fire codes). I need things for my room, like a coaxel cord and thumb tacks. Mainly thumb tacks, becasuse all I have right now is the razor from my Xacto and I'm pretty sure that it won't work nearly as well. Oh well. That will all come in time.

Just thought I should update before I ruin my laptop by crashing on it and drooling everywhere. I've been drooling a lot recently when I sleep. either that or I'm just noticing it moreso now.

Placebo, not just a drug

So, let me just state that I've been packing like mad since camp ended. Camp ended, which means more posts from Meg M. Yay, huzzah. Anyway, college is coming up. Just as many people are leaving their school (Tommy T) for new and exciting adventures, I'm leaving my home of 18 years for Knoxville. Nashvegas has had its ups and downs over the past year, and I'm excited to leave. New places, new people, new me. Maybe no so much on the new me. I did get a faux hawk, though--I know how much everyone hates them, but I just wanted to see what the hype is about. The hype is that I fucking miss my hair.

In other news, Placebo are coming to America. I'm excited. Placebo are by far my favorite band of all time. In fact, they're playing nowhere near the South. Much less the East. They play three or four shows in the North East (I use that term loosely), so I might end up in Cleveland or Chicago very soon for maaaaybe 24 hours. I don't think I can afford any of the Western tour dates in October unless people feel generous and want to send me out there. Again, for maybe 24 hours. The plan so far is to find some cheap airfare and fly there after classes on Friday or late Saturday, catch a taxi or friend to the show, rock out, grab some food, hang out in the airport and leave early Sunday or Saturday morning so I can get back to school. Hooray.

The Camry of Doom is in the shop and has been for the past two or three days because the check engine light keeps coming back on and I need new tags. For those of you who don't know, the Middle Tennessee law is that you can't get new liscense plate tags unless you have passed an emissions test. I don't know if it's different in other parts of the country, seeing as I've lived in Nashville my entire life and have never bothered getting tags in other places. I think they've finally figured it out (hopefully) what is wrong. There's one last part that they have to install and fuck if I'm going to pay for labor. Oh, hells no. But, the guy did give me a ride home and is going to come pick me up--so far, no raping. Then again, with the new hairdo, I do look kind of butch:







Peace out and good times,
Meg M

PS: To The Regulars, check your mailbox soon.