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Super behind on updating this. I'm working on one, never fear. (Not that any of you were.) It'll be big and make up for my lack of blogging over the last two weeks.

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american idol starts tomorrow.

Do I even need to write anything about that?





wasted your time, whaddup.

my weekend and the things i thought about.

I get so excited for Fridays. Friday means I get to make the hour drive to Columbus; it means I get to fight all the other drivers on that lonely stretch of 71 North; I have to inconveniently drive the detour around 12th Street to park at a meter on 11th. I occasionally have to fight the meter maids, dodge cars driving too quickly down the street and face the bitter cold. Picking up Kyle usually makes it worth it.

That's usually how my weekend starts out. I'll pick him up, we come back to Cincy, we do whatever we have planned. This weekend was different. There were no solid plans. We didn't have to be anywhere for once. Friday was just a regular day -dinner at my house with my family. Early to bed.

Saturday was quite the day as well. Again, no where to be. Just a whole free day ahead for us to do whatever we wanted. Like most days, we just kind of hung out and did nothing. Things like that never bother me though. The night was great. Everybody had dates so Kyle and I stayed in and played Wii all night long. (Yeah, we're 11. Whatever.)

^^ This game. Best game ever. Probably best played with more than two people, but Kyle and I still had a blast. I definitely reccomend it for your next party; guaranteed laughs.

We also watched Beyond Scared Straight. It's on A&E and if you haven't watched it, you defintiely should. It's a show about unruly teenagers that get sent to prison to go through an inmate-run program that attempts to scare these kids into turning their lives around. It was unbelievable and extremely scary. I was left with one question though: Why would a parent EVER let their children get that unruly?

I am not saying beat your children, by any means. But, if your kid's out of line, PUT THEM IN LINE. Growing up, my parents never tolerated back-talk. (Not that I ever did, anyway.) I just watch shows like this (or Maury, if I'm feeling extra trashy, HA) and I just can't ever imagine raising a child who grows up like that. Maybe I'm wrong. If anyone has input on why they think kids grow up like that, please let me know. I'm dying for answers.


Anyway, I only started talking about my weekend to tell you about that show, really. The rest of the weekend was pretty much like all the others. And now I'm sitting here on a Sunday night scrambling with all my damn school work, trying to study for a test tomorrow, and thinking about how I'm going to start all these internships and RHB classes I ahve to finish.

I'm over school. Five quarters left and I just feel like I can't do it. I'm running out of energy and motivation. All this school work just to end up a housewife. (Yes, that's all I want to do in life.) I need someone to tell me that all of this work, all of the time and all of this money is worth it. Eventually I'll get out of college and be a counseler right?

Insert words of wisdom and motivation here.




(Sorry for a crappy, short post. My mind is in about ten other places currently.)

things not addressed in my first blog.

     After a while of thinking, I decided it was unfair of me just to throw a blog out there that puts people down like I did. Anyone who reads this- which probably isn't very many people- would probably never read again because they think I'm just some bitchy young adult who has nothing better to do than comment on pop culture and the female population. So, this blog will be dedicated to letting anyone who reads it, a chance to get to know me.


     My name's Meagan. I'm a full-time student and I'm currently unemployed. I have a semi-important job from April-November at Kings Island. For anyone who stumbles upon this blog that isn't familiar with the state of Ohio, it's an amusement park. I wear a tie and tell people what to do, so I guess it's pretty cool. But currently, I'm not looking for work. Maybe I'm lazy.
     I live for sarcasm and good jokes. I grew up in a family where, if you don't have wit, you're not gonna survive. Needless to say, I caught on to the wonders of wit and sarcasm at a pretty early age. I'm hoping my younger brother catches on soon. People often mistake my sarcasm for rudeness. But honestly, I don't mean about 75% of the things I say. The other 25% though, that's probably just me not being able to think before I speak.
     I'm picky about two things: friends and clothes. I will give anybody a chance. I love friends. But, you can't get along with everyone. If we can't be friends, we can't be friends. As previously stated in my blog below, I am a highly tolerant person. Just because I don't want to be friends, doesn't give me the right to hate on you. I learned that in college. Once you look past my sarcasm and mean jokes, you'd find that I'm pretty easy to get along with.
     As for clothes: they have to be perfect. I have a weird body. I'm extra big some places and then super tiny in others. It's awkward and makes shopping for clothes the most frustrating thing in the entire world. That's all I want to say, no one wants to read a blog about my shopping habits.
     I spent all of high school and freshman year of college trying t find someone to fall in love with. I had very few boyfriends and they were all never longer than a few months. I've experienced heart break on more than one occasion and it sucks. But, it goes away and eventually someone comes along that's going to make you feel better than you ever thought imaginable. Summer of 2009 I met the most amazing boy in the world. He treats me like a princess and rarely complains about my crazy emotions, my anger issues or my mean joke. I'm in love and it's stupid. Stupid, but extremely worth it. I wouldn't trade the feeling in for anything in the world.
     I spend the majority of my time watching Law and Order: SVU, Family Guy, or Degrassi. I find that I like to surround myself with people who enjoy these shows as well. If I'm not laying in bed, I have two best friends who mean the world to me that I enjoy spending my time with. We're really good at eating and bitching. We piss each other off, but I don't think I'd rather spend time with anyone else.
    If you just took time out of your day to read all of this, I'd love to thank you persnally. I'm one of the least interesting people in the entire world. I just happen to have a lot to say. There's really not much else anyone would need to know about me. My life's simple, I'm simple and I like to keep it that way.


stay tuned! my blog on men is in the works.

observations and opinions: girls.

Above all things: I believe in tolerance. If people just learned to stand each other, I think everyone would be a lot happier. You can't make anyone do what you say, believe what you say, even listen to what you say. Just because you believe in some God, doesn't mean all of your friends are going to. Just because you make your bed every morning, doesn't mean your best friend will.

With that said, I've made observations of the types of girls I have encountered during the last few years of my life. It's not as if I'm condemning girls for being the way they are. I'm not perfect, I've done shitty things to people who are supposed to be my friends. I've grown up from it and moved on. But when I take a step back and look at the people I've surrounded myself with, it's only fair to make observations. Some observations are good, some bad.

Encounters:

1. Any of you familiar with the show Friends? Familiar with the term "lurker" they use when they're in the casino? That's what I call this type of girl. She waits and waits for a boy to become unhappy in their relationship. She constantly tells a guy that he deserves better than the girl he's with. The second a problem arises, she's there with her "shoulder" to "cry on." Once a couple breaks up, or even BEFORE it happens, she makes her move. Girls are naive to think that after a relationship, they are anything more than a rebound. These kinds of girls just make me wish that everybody had self resepct for themselves. Wishful thinking.

2. The girl with a new boyfriend every week. At first, you understood, maybe she just can't find the right guy. But after the fifth, or sixth, or the seventh, you staret wondering, "Hm, maybe she's just in it for the sex." Or the guy is. This is another time where self-resepect and self-confidence come into play. Girl, having sex with anyone that gives you attention, doesn't necessarily mean they're going to stick around afterward. But don't worry, I'll touch on boys (not creepy) in my next blog. You're probably beautiful, and you don't need a boy's touch to make you feel that way. Just look in a mirror.

3. The friends who love you and talk to you. They laugh at your jokes, they give you advice, they ask you for advice, they let you cry to them when times get hard. But the second you're not around, they gossip about you, tell your secrets, and do the things that girls do. You've gotta look past it and simpy say, "all friends talk about each other." Yeah, my mom told me that. Girls are always going to be unnecessarily viscious. Just a fact of life. Unfortunately, you run into these kinds of girls the most.

4. The friend who will never ever take your advice. How many of you have had friends that cry to you when there's something going wrong in their life? You think hard, you pull things out of your brain that you didn't think you could ever fathom, and you tell them what you think could help them. They thank you; they cry on your shoulder for the rest of the night and you do some of the best consoling you've ever done. But then, the next day, you come to find that they didn't even take what you said into consideration. Most of the time, the girls I've encountered tend to ask me for advice about boys- boys that treat them badly, boyfriends, boy-friends. Listen: don't come to me with a guy problem if all you're going to do is justify what he does. Just sayin'.

5. The friend you can never gauge the mood of. All you wanna do is give a, "hey! what's up?" to. But, every time, it never fails, they seem cranky. They're short with you. They sound too busy for you. Who wants to deal with that? I don't have much to say about that type of girl. But really, just cheer up or something, we're all just trying to be friends here.

6. The girls that party every night. Ladies, it's fun right now. But you're gonna look like you're 35 in a few years if you keep up the drinking, drugs and cigarettes. Maybe everyone likes you right now and loves to hang out and party with you. But think about it: do they ever want to hang out with you any other time? Don't you have class, or a job to worry about? Just think about it.


Don't get me wrong here, I've got plenty of girl friends. We laugh together, cry together, we piss each other off. You just got to look past people's flaws. I wouldn't have any friends if I hated everyone for the type of person they were. If my friends didn't look past my sarcasm, rudeness, vulgarity and comic cynicism- they would miss out on my big heart and funny jokes. It's a part of life. Girls will always be bitches, but we'll always be friends.



coming soon: boys.

something new.

Blogs: I dig blogs. I read them, I think about them, they make me feel something. I am definitely down with the blogging process.
I find that often times when I express my opinon to someone, they tell me, "Oh, that's exactly what I was thinking." You know, if that's exactly what you were thinking, why not just say it instead of waiting for someone else to? But, since I tend to be the one to "cross the line," I figured I'll just say what everyone else wants to say, in this blog. It's kind of exciting. I can't wait to get the feeling of accomplishment every time I publish a post; I imagine a sense of accomplishment is what someone would feel. I guess I'll find out.

The first topic I'm going to hit: Jersey Shore.

If you don't know what Jersey Shore is, you either 1) don't have a computer with access to: facebook, twitter, CNN, Yahoo!, TMZ. 2) don't have a television where you can access television shows like: Headline News, Jimmy Kimmel, Conan, or even The Today Show. That's right, they've even gotten on The Today Show.

Quick explanation: 8 "guidos/guidettes" (look that up, if you're that out of the loop) living in a house in Seaside Heights, NJ together. Most everyone in the house secretly hates each other, but they'll all get drunk and have sex every single night to make it seem like they're having a good time. They've been in physical fights in public, they've been arrested, and they've had three highly rated seasons.

I am forced to ask the question, "why?" Why are these people famous? Don't people get enough Real World, Road Rules, Survivor and Big Brother? Why are these people famous for being trashy and horrible humans? If you go on Twitter and look at their profiles, people constantly write to them telling them how much they admire them and can't wait to watch them every single week. One of them wrote a book. Yes, a book; words on pages. She sells out book signings and has her own jewlery line. A girl who's just a little older as I am (just a guess) and is only famous for having big hair, wearing slippers and eating pickles. I do that shit everyday, no one's filming me.

If I sound bitter, it's likely because I am. Not that I envy their fame. But isn't it one of the most frustrating things to work so hard for something- whether it be money, love, happiness, anything- and not achieve it; but then you get to watch some assholes on tv make millions of dollars for being, well, assholes? I work hard, I go to school, and I'm a good friend. So, where's my millions dollars?






accomplished.