tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62318189800425882722012-02-16T20:26:51.377-05:00Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.comBlogger731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-71050228199234164472010-10-05T07:54:00.000-05:002010-10-05T07:54:07.489-05:00

I started a secondary blog.  irishmamaduck.blogspot.com Its a blog about our life with pet ducks.  If you're interested head on over.

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Sitting on the beach at the bay. :)

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Finally here. Campsite is set up. Getting settled and organized for tomorrow. :)

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Driving to the beach with my mama :D

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Haven't been on here in a while, life is busy and when I have time to get on here I'm tired and don't really feel like it.I've been some form of unhealthy for the past month and it is really getting old at this point.Summer semester is almost over, I've registered for Fall, I'm going to be taking 5 classes but one is online and the other I only meet once a month so I'll still be able to work good

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Spending the day with my mama. :) She's getting highlights and then we're going shopping.

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I have to go to stinkin class instead of getting to see her 4 yr olds graduate preschool. :..(

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Getting my Tattoo-Daddy's present to me The Chesterfield Berry Farm Cary Town-World of Mirth Dinner at Carrabas I had a blast this weekend. :)

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sitting in True tattoo waiting to get my tattoo. Excited and nervous. :)

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Countdown ToClick on the link to see the current count.

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I find it so mind boggling that I'm turning 21 in a few days...I honestly keep forgetting...my best friend and parents had to keep reminding me that it's been coming up...I just don't feel 21.Part of me feels 6 years old, just living life and having a fun time doing it with as little care as possible. Part of me feels 17, trying to figure out who I am and what I want out of life. But most of me

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Sometimes I wish I had a tape recorder on me when I'm in class with the kids.Best quote of today..."Miss Megan, I'll ask my mom if we can have a sleep over. So you need to tell me where you live. What road do you live on?" :)These kids make me happy.

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So, it's been over a year since I've last posted on here. My McAfee wouldn't let me log on to any google sponsored sites, which includes Blogger, so I had to log on on another computer, which really inhibited me from posting. Well, about 2 weeks ago, my computer crashed and I got a new virus protection, so tada, I can log on here.Well a WHOLE heck of a lot has happened in the last year. When I

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So, I guess alot has been happening....I've been busy as always, there have been times when I seriously thought I would loose it, but there were also some very calm and relaxing moments as well.I've finally started calling the Moseley house "home" which was a hard thing to get my head around at first. But of course with finally becoming comfortable enough and with how busy I've been, my room is

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So I am all moved in now...it feels wierd. I had a really hard time being able to sleep for the first few days, and its hard to get used to being alone all the time, I dont' even have a cat to talk to. I'm starting to get used to the noises that the house makes, so I can sleep now, but not having internet is getting frustrating and I feel akward, like I'm in someone else's home and limited to

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So I've been pretty insanely busy lately. So, when the house got flooded, we thought that everything was fine, but it turned out that we had alot of water damage. So we had to get people to come in and tear up all the floors of the effected places. Well, to understand further, you have to understand this... we have been planning on moving for a little while now. The original plan was to, over

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I really have been feeling Arthur Dent's phrase through and through this past month, every single time Thursday rolls around. Thursdays this semester are my only days that I have more than one class during the day, my first class is from 12:30p-about 3 and my second is from 6:30p to 9p. And if I'm scedualed to work at all on a Thursday it will be opening, which means that I have to be awake at

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I went into work about 3:30 yesterday afternoon, and my day had been going fine, I was just a little more tired than I thought I should have been. Well about 4pm my chest started feeling tight and was hurting, it wasn't horrible, it was just bothering me. So I just ignored it for a while, but it was progressively getting worse. I was getting to the point to where I couldn't take full breaths,

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So...I'm finally at a computer that I can blog on...I know its been a while. I don't even know what I want to say. This semester is going to be probably my hardest yet. I'm taking Anatomy and Physiology and I basically feel like an idiot going in there being the only one not studying to be in the medical field.I'm just sitting here in the library wasting time before my last class for the

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-44502449508638345792008-11-11T19:16:00.001-05:002008-11-11T19:19:16.743-05:00

I have wondered if I could pick up everything and move away,start a new life where no one knew me and I could start fresh. No history,no baggage, nothing. But I don't think I could. I just started a job and I like most of the people I workwith, they don't really know me so there are no preconceived opinions when Icome in, all of my impressions are just being made. I enjoy my job, Ireally

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So after spending friday and Saturday with my brother, which was really an awsome escape from my personal Hell....I'm coming back to reality...and I hate it. I don't want to be here. I am seriously at the point where I would love to just grab a bag of stuff and just drive...just leave, go somewhere where I can be me...I want to get away from school and work, I want to sleep...actually fucking

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Today I am attempting to let everything just roll off me (like water off a duck's back---gotta love that analogy). I am going to go see Justin tonight and stay there till tomorrow night. I'm really excited to go see him, I miss him a huge crazy amount! I'm hoping to leave work in about an hour and on my way out take up a friend of mine's suggestion and get some starbucks. Hopefully that tiny

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It has been a very long day...and I've only been awake for 3 1/2 hours...I hate when all of my faults come flying at me and hitting me in the face just proving how much of a fuck up I am...the sad thing...its been happening nearly every day for a while now...___________________________Civil Twilight "Human"There’s one way out and one way inBack to the beginningThere’s one way back to home againTo

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So...I went to bed last night at 1:30a (typical time for me to go to bed). I had a hard time getting to sleep and staying asleep...well I wake up (sleeping in Justin's room so the window is blocked out and I can't tell if the sun is up or not, but it still looked dark) after rolling around uncomfortably for a while and realizing that I was wide awake, I looked at my phone and saw that it was 6:

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This week has been busy. Monday: Started school, had to miss one class for my ultra sound, and had another class till late at night. Tuesday: Went and visited the high school colorguard, had class, then went and hung out with and old friend that was a foreign exchange student my junior year (she's visiting the USA). Wednesday: Had class from noon till 10pm, found out that the program I want

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Just spent all day at school, finally get home after a long day to see that my monitor will not display anything on my laptop. This has happened before and it was solved simply by jiggling the LCD cable, so I tried that before calling anyone...guess what...didn't work. Suprise suprise. So I just spent an hour on the phone with dell (30min of that on hold) to find out that my system board needs

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So, yes I'm actually posting a blog...weird I know.So, school started Monday. Not super excited about it although I am happy that I will have more of a schedual in my life. I'm sitting in the library right now because the wireless internet is super uptight about the sites that you visit, but for some reason you can do what ever you want in the library...I don't know, but my last class of the

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This is simply to let you all know (those of you who check this) that I am unable to sign on to my account on my laptop and that is the reason for my hiatus...There will be a regular post coming sometime in the near future.Just letting you all know that I am alive and well, and intend on giving further information in the near future.hehe, I sound like a news reporter or something :P

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For the past few days I have been walking in a very thick fog. The combination of very little sleep and being stressed out with various things is taking its toll. I have no room to complain about my situation when I know that others are going through such worse cercumstances. But, I'm tired, very tired, and I can't sleep even when I try.My Jojo got me a little hooked on Ingrid Michaelson

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Isn't it funny how you always try to prove to the people around you that you are actually doing your best and that you don't do those things that they say you do...and then right after they say that...you do them, and you realize that you aren't doing your best...not even close. And then what do you do? Say "oh sorry you were right" and then just continue to do it? Or do you actually get off

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Headlock--------I've been walking, you've been hiding,And you look half dead half the time.Monitoring you, like machines do,You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye______________________________________________Hide and Seek--------------Where are we? What the hell is going on?The dust has only just begun to form,Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.Spin me round again and rub my

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Inside out, upside-down twisting beside myself,Stop that now, cos you and I were never meant to beI think you better leave; it's not safe in here,I feel a weakness coming on.Alright then (Alright then) I could keep your number for a rainy day,That's where this ends, no mistakes no misbehaving,Oh, I was doing so well, can we just be friends,I feel a weakness coming on.It's not meant to be like

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-70434826197972146652008-01-01T01:11:00.000-05:002008-01-01T01:47:04.713-05:00

"Should auld acquaintance be forgotAnd never brought to mindShould auld acquaintance be forgotAnd days of auld lang syneAnd there's a hand, my trusty friendAnd gie's a hand to thineWe'll take a cup of kindness yetFor auld lang syne"Whenever I have sung or heard this song I never knew the words nor knew what any of it ment. I looked it up tonight and realized that it talks about not forgeting

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-11722321035476265602007-12-24T23:10:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:17:30.574-05:00

This is a delayed post for yesterday, my computer died while I was starting this...But, it was a good day. We straightened up and got dinner ready, and Manda and Julie came over to excange gifts and the Toneys exchanged one gift from each other. We had a blast. Afterwards, Manda, Justin, Mama, and I went and got Daddy's new chair and set it up all pretty. I took Manda home and got a

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It's almost Christmas! :) I have spent the last 2-3 days doing last min. shopping and wrapping presents and getting ready for the holiday. Today, Mama and I went out for our very last presents to buy, and then we sat and watched A Christmas Story while we ate lunch. Tonight we wrapped presents and watched the Incredibles, and afterward I made cookies...I love cookies.Its Christmas time...and it

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-27623814068587796642007-12-21T00:22:00.000-05:002007-12-21T00:25:24.414-05:00

New Show

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So I don't look plastic, but I do look like Frankenstine's child... :)Well, the actual procedure went ok, it freaked me out (hearing you own skin being cut is really wierd), and the medicine in the shot burned like hell, but other than that it was fine. It hurts on and off now, mostly it hurts in my cheek bone and jaw, and occasionally the muscles spaze. But, I am now ScarFace. :P

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Well, in about 10 min. I leave to go to the plastic surgeons'to get my cyst removed. I don't think I'm scared, cause they're not even putting me under...it just freaks me out that knives are going to be so close to my eye. But, Later today I will probably be loopy and numb and not feel a thing, untill tomorrow.

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-12781496901626282352007-12-12T21:01:00.000-05:002007-12-12T22:47:00.223-05:00

A friend asked me recently if I had a "special someone", when I replied that I did not and have not for a while, he asked if I did want someone. My response was "yes and no"...this of course envoked an elaboration...here in, is such...I want someone to love, and I want a family, and I need a husband to have a family, and to find a husband I need someone whom I love unconditionaly and whom loves

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Thanksgiving! Mama and I are going to N.Va. to visit the Maynards. Lots of cooking and eating and talking in store. :) I love that I get to see the Maynards and the Junior Maynards, but I really don't like that we will be leaving Daddy and Justin at home. Daddy's working and Justin has school work. But I guess they will be having their own Thanksgiving with the cat and the ducks. :) So, to

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==>Well, after a whole wonderful weekend with my family, fully of great times and great memories...I got sick today, and I feel miserable. I am feeling alittle better now than I did this morning, but it is probably because I slept for 6 hours after everyone left. Daddy said to me tonight "what are you doing getting sick, its not Christmas yet" I would always get sick almost every Christmas,

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I'm cold. I'm tired, and I'm grumpy. I just want to crawl under 2 blankets on the couch and watch movies for the next 72 hours. But I have to go to school for the next 4 days, which sucks ass, if I may add.

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Ever since the week of the funeral, sleep has been non-existant for me. Lots and lots of travel, then coming back to school and playing catch up, and then midterms, which means not only do you have lots of test and portfolios to turn in but the professors also get a huge kick out of seeing how much you can handle at once. Obviously, I'm not getting the whole time managment thing down. All this

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I don't know how to put my thoughts into words. I don't even know why I am trying, since I know that the people who do read this, don't understand what it is I feel, and those who just might understand, will never see this.Lets just say, life hasn't been peachy keen lately. I have virtually no money, and stuggling to get by. I'm fully loaded with school work, going everyday, just going to

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-22350369364427097912007-09-22T10:11:00.000-05:002008-12-09T08:17:31.257-05:00

My sister came and visited me this weekend, it was a very short visit, but a good one. All of my friends are off at Universities and they all have been begging me to come and visit all the time, and I have visited once or twice...I bearly have time for myself right now, let alone affording the gas for the trips there and back. Well for the first time, someone visited me. :)She came over, and we

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This weekend I finally got my room clean. The only thing that actually got me to do it was the fact that we are getting heat and ac put in and there are people in the house. Those of you who know me know that me getting my room clean is a HUGE accomplishment, well, not only did I get it clean but I also moved a new desk and bookself into my room, and I rearranged all of my funiture. Well,

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-22003850993775535302007-09-14T23:17:00.001-05:002007-09-14T23:52:02.427-05:00

Even though this is four days late...I have been watching an old comedy blog site where a man who lives in Brooklyn talks about what happens in the world every day in a very Jon Stewart kind of way. Well I came along the week of 9-11-06 and he talked about what he where he was that day. It was the very first episode where he decided to take on a very serious manner and dedicate that episode to

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My words don't come out right, so tonight music will be my voice."I know you're gone, I know you're leaving me behind your dreams, behind your prayers.""I'm on my own nowWhat do I see,what do I feel,what do I love?"_________________________"Tear out your hair if you can't bear any moreIt's the same as yesterdayIt stays around, locks the doorSee, now here is the fear that you live with every

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-36926462391364673192007-08-09T22:51:00.000-05:002007-08-09T23:19:42.912-05:00

I wish I could just fast forward to about 2 1/2 days from now so that I was just at the beach with my family, soaking up the sun and not having a care in the world about anything...about jobs, about school, about how I am going to beable to afford gas next month with barely any income...about cleaning, about John who is moving to Georgia and I probably won't see him untill next summer...about

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"'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cableAnd life's like an hourglass, glued to the tableNo one can find the rewind button, girl.So cradle your head in your handsAnd breathe..."I know these words, front to back, inside and out...and yet, they still catch me off guard and smack reality in my face. So I knew that peace wasn't going to last long...and it didn't. I am now trying

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-77959687546557766262007-07-24T21:21:00.000-05:002007-07-24T22:46:32.424-05:00

I don't really know how to describe how I have been feeling lately. Not melencholy. Not necessarily full of joy. Not very stressed. Maybe...just maybe I am tasting a bit of peace. Very very seldom in my life have I experienced peace so, I have a hard time realizing what this feeling is.I have never really looked for peace, I've always just been content with what I have when ever I have it,

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Oh, how I wish.

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________________________________Need I say more?

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-51500346215977634962007-06-21T16:05:00.000-05:002007-06-21T16:11:15.178-05:00

Just too short, and not getting any taller...ever. Guess I don't measure up.

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-33212764920165485142007-06-05T12:32:00.000-05:002007-06-05T11:32:14.648-05:00

So, I'm gradutating...Saturday, its kinda wierd. They will be shipping me off to *duh-duh-duuuuhhh* The Real World where evil adults live and people work at places called full time jobs and we are forced to accept the mediocore middle classed lifestyle of this world, sluging to work with dread every day wondering "is there really a point? Is this really what I went to 4 years of college for and

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-54628476861487987412007-05-30T10:08:00.000-05:002007-05-30T10:14:50.369-05:00

I'm sick...and I feel miserable. I spent all day yesterday sleeping and throwing up. I have somehow managed to stay healthy for a long time. I think it has actually been since Christmas, and other than allergies I have been pretty good. I don't know what it is, but its awful. Horrible headache, constant stomach pains, no appitite at all (all I have eatin in the last day and a half is a single

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oh, goodness. I woke up way way late today because I forgot to turn my alarm clock back on from this weekend. So I decided (with the aproval from my mother) that I would take a "mental health day". I love that my mother introduced these days to me and my brother...we only take them maybe once-twice a year, but they are very nice and very refreshing, its like a small taste of summer vacation.

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-25708798677202637082007-05-18T23:01:00.000-05:002007-05-18T21:55:43.118-05:00

Yes, I have ducks! Two! They are yellow, and fuzzy, and they quack!My two friends from guard have for a while played around with the idea, but I knew that my parents would never let me. Well, apparently they had been collaborating with my mother. Sammi (one of the friends) had told me on my birthday (Wed.) that I had to get my present on Fri. after practice. So I went home and came back when it

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-6843469316882887502007-05-16T22:07:00.000-05:002007-05-16T22:32:41.568-05:00

So, after 18 years...I'm here, I have finally reached "adult hood". And its wierd, and I don't feel like an adult...I can't even make a decision about a bathing suite on my own without consulting my mother and two friends. But, yes, this is me...18 years old, coloring on the kids menu at Olive Garden, constantly holding my stuffed animal duck and giggling with my friends. Though my birth

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-3912344694566676052007-05-04T17:09:00.000-05:002007-05-04T17:23:29.197-05:00

Can it really happen like it does in the books? Do some fairy tales turn into real life stories? Could it really happen? Does it really feel like this, like they decribe it from the princess's view? Could he really be "prince charming"?Sometimes when I'm with him, I start to wonder these things. I don't know what it is...maybe its just being a girl, a 17 year old nieve little girl. But,

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-6444868213465649372007-04-23T19:58:00.000-05:002007-04-23T20:11:53.582-05:00

As life as an "adult" (if you really want to call it that) is rearing its big scary ugly head up at me, it is all coming faster and faster.I was one of the few that realized that everything goes by really fast and that I should hold onto every moment. But for some reason its like life has been put on fastforward. I am graduating soon, prom is in less than a month as well as another chorus

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-27146335574928728742007-04-17T23:28:00.001-05:002007-04-17T23:28:59.466-05:00

Just watch it...hug someone today!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-13986527752456295012007-04-17T23:02:00.000-05:002007-04-17T23:07:51.039-05:00

Over the last four years I have spent over 1000 hours practicing, almost $3,000, and have preformed close to 100 times for colorguard and winterguard. I have poured my heart and soul into this program, many times putting my health at risk for the better of the team and program. When I first cam to tryouts for junior guard in eigth grade I had no idea that I would give care or love so much for

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-89575606687076774762007-03-16T20:58:00.001-05:002007-03-18T16:12:13.464-05:00

So, yeah, I was having alot of fun with fuete (not really how you spell it I'm sure) jump. I love them, they make me happy...not really sure why, just do. So anyways, I had been doing them a few times in a row when my brain all of a sudden said "do a tour jute" (also really not how you spell it) well, a tour jute is a fute jump but switching your legs, so you land on the other foot. (Just so you

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-11215318430280740602007-03-14T18:56:00.000-05:002007-03-14T19:02:38.545-05:00

What makes coffee so special? Or even a chocolate muffin to go with the coffee? The person that spends 2 hours with you drinking coffee, slowly eating a muffin (and making a mess while doing it.) The person who attempts to put together a puzzle with you that has half of its pieces missing. The person who looks at you being just you and only you, and accepts you completely. That person that you

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-77413967099359226292007-03-01T22:00:00.000-05:002007-03-01T22:04:20.160-05:00

So many things to do,So many things to be.Day after day,Night after night,Never sleeping,Never eating,And always hoping for relief.One of these days,They will see.One of these days,It will stop.Maybe when they see,That the weight is braking me.Maybe when they know,That the wieght is killing me.

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-67311186249719070502007-02-27T22:24:00.000-05:002007-02-27T22:44:08.137-05:00

My whole life is shoving crap in my face that I have to do all at once and the more stuff I get, the more I put off. Its really sad. Staying up untill midnight finishing papers and make up work, finally giving up and going to bed, going to school, finishing last touches during first blocks, practice, work or church or more homework.....oy. I hate school. Thank God it won't take me long to get

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-57103125309507339292007-02-22T00:13:00.000-05:002007-02-22T00:23:53.493-05:00

Up-down-up-down, will my brain make up its mind before it throws up through my eye sockets? I don't get it...one second I'm normal (as normal as I can be) and the next I'm screaming and yelling at someone for something that I would usually just laugh at, and the next second I'm crying on my knees trying to keep those horrible thoughts out of my head-telling those voices to shut up and leave me

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-54693254534298811902007-02-21T21:51:00.000-05:002007-02-21T21:58:30.200-05:00

Its amazing how much you miss something once you don't have it. I have been out of dance for a while now (other than the classes I took this summer) and I am really really missing it. I sooo want to take point but I am too old to start at "my level" or really what they think my level is because I've been out of it for so long. God I want to do it again. My mother doesn't think its a good

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-83630981478205797042007-02-21T17:23:00.000-05:002007-02-21T17:33:26.848-05:00

Why you would basically disown me...not sure. Why you would just completly treat me like shit when I did nothing wrong...not sure. Why I will never be enough for you...really not sure. I try, I am not mean to you, I don't do anything to you, yet somehow I deserve to be walked on and ignored...as I recall we used to be friends. You "grew up" and became someone I hated...mind you I don't hate

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-26067193219137939702007-02-15T22:51:00.000-05:002007-02-15T22:52:23.500-05:00

Have you ever just stopped to think, what if today I get a phone call telling me that my brother/mother/father/sister/best friend/close relative died? Have you ever thought about what your reaction would be right then at that moment? Would you feel regret for not telling them that you love them or that the last time you talked to them you said something mean? Or would you not beable to move, talk

Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15249528243382770811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231818980042588272.post-44255120113090319102007-01-25T22:47:00.000-05:002007-01-25T22:51:55.383-05:00

Yes, once again, I'm starting a blog. I first had a xanga site, then I got a myspace, and recently facebook, and now this. (Really the only one that I actually blogged on was xanga.) Well, I found this through my aunt, she had started one, I've been reading, and I really wanted to comment, couldn't-not a member. So here I am, lured, like a fish to a worm, like a cat to bird, like a kid to

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