There's a long story that explains how I came across this, but I don't feel like going into it right now. In any case, I saw a bumper sticker on Becky's Facebook that said, "You wanna know something sad? I know more about Harry Potter than American History."

And it's true.

Also, there was this exchange at Peter Pan rehearsal last night:
Emily: Welcome to Peter Pan. It's long... It's long, but it's fun,
Zach Pratt: That's what she said.

My love for Becky Laird cannot be contained in a single livejournal post, so all I'm going to say is that she is awesome like no one else is awesome. 

She is her own special breed of awesome.

Yay Becky!

First of all, welcome to anyone who friended me as a result of the friending meme. Hi!

Anyways, I now have a pool and a job. Let summer commence!

I got a job working as a transporter for the X-Ray department at the hospital. I start orientation June 25. I'm kind of nervous, having to move people and all, but I think it'll be ok. It pays well. :) So if you want to hang out, now would be better than after I start working.

Our pool is currently still green, because we got our water from a river, but give it a couple days and a shit-ton of chemicals and that'll be fixed. So anyone who wants to go swimming (especially if you helped us put it up, JANEEA) is welcome to.

Besides that...


I guess I just don't have it in me to go on about my Fall Break and its extreme awesomeness, but let me just say I SAW BECKY AND JANEEA AND I LOVE THEM BOTH!

Oh, God, and apple picking with my family? Always an adventure. I love them all so very very much. For example:
Dad: *tries, and fails, to give directions*
Mom: Why are you such a fuckhead?

They've been married 30 years this May. That's all I'm saying.

Heh, and we went to see the geese (up near Middlebury somewhere), and it was one of Dad's Wild Goose Chases (TM) LITERALLY.*

What else's been up? Ummmm...

Oh, in Psych we learned about this researcher from JOHNS HOPKINS who lost his professorship-ness because he used unethical methods, and also because he left his wife for his research assistant who he later married. (What a legacy your school has Hannah, what a legacy.)

That's all I have the energy for right now. It's time for bed because I have a big philosophy test in the morning. Oh joy, oh rapture.

*I'm going to assume, since you all didn't grow up with my father, that none of you get this. So let me explain. All the time when we were younger, my dad would hear about a place/event/waterfall/building that he thought we should all go see. So we would plan, or sometimes improv, these car trips to wherever he had in mind. Only, my dad has pretty much no sense of direction, and is usually in the wrong lane, literally and metaphorically. So we would always end up driving around for hours, having no idea where we were or how to get to where we wanted to be, but we would somehow always end up there eventually/miraculously. And these outings came to be know as Dad's Wild Goose Chases. And we went to see geese. Get it now?
M'back at school, Easter was awesome, Heather, Jean, and Becky are love, chocolate rocks, and


God that felt good.

Oh, and I got Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for Easter. (Along with pounds of pounds of chocolate.) Squee!

Janeea and Matt and I went to the aquarium in Boston. I love fish. And turtles. And especially, PENGUINS!

Is it bad that it made me hungry and so we got seafood on the way home? Probably.

But I really do heart Boston. And all the things therein. And Janeea. And Matt. And Sweeney Todd. And any combination of any of the above. And talking to Janeea at strange hours of the night.

And now, some messages:

Renee: We still need to hang out babe.
Becky: If you don't want to go to prom because you don't have a date, I'll go with you. If you want me to.
Janeea: I have your book. And I would still like to borrow Labyrinth.
Erin: I saw your episode of Boy Meets World today.
World: I'm too lazy to do HTML code tonight.
Am back at school.

I don't want to go to class, and I have about a million things to sort out. Blech.

Plus my car is probably going to get towed.

But Cinzia bought me chocolate and we're doing evolution in Biology this semester, so it's not all bad news.

But anywho, Ozma was FUCKING AMAZING! They were all great, but especially Renee and Gerry and Becky. OMG.

And I love Josh Hock. He named Erin's boobs. Lucy and Ricky. Yeah.

So I'm going to go try not obsess and kill time now. Peace!

Here goes nothing:

Yea verily, I say unto you, people of Livejournal Land, that on the Satur Day, Queen Mary and Queen Rose, did travel a great distance with the ladies Heather the Fair, Emalee of Rutland, and Becky, Princess of Music. There they did meet up with Lady Megan and did sally forth in search of sustance.

This sustance was found at a place where time is warped, and thusly it is always the Fri Day.

Afterwards, the group did seek out an entertainment worthy of their noble blood, which they did find at Yoo Veee Em. There they witnessed a spectacular show full of drugs, sex, and hair.

Following this delight, Heather the Fair, Emalee of Rutland, and Becky, Princess of Music did retire to the humble abode of Lady Megan. There they indulged in music, food, and warm conversation. And Lady Megan did say that it was good.

On the Day of Sun, these ladies four were joined by Abigail the Lyon, and they did go to see Harry Potter and his Goblet of Fire. (AND IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING AND I DON'T REALLY MIND ALL THE THINGS THEY LEFT OUT/CHANGED, BUT ALL THE SAME I'M GLAD I'VE READ THE BOOK CAuSE IT JUST MAKES MORE SENSE THAT WAY.)

And thus was the End of the Week made wonderful.

P.S. LIPS OF DOOM! "I will eat your face!!!!!!!!"

I did my best BeckyLove.

P.P.S. Hair was amazing, but I liked Castelton's version better. This one just seemed really over-choreographed. Still an awe-inspiring story though. And now I have it on my computer. *SQUEE*

P.P.P.S. Harry Potter was definately worth the $7.25 ticket. If just to see Neville dancing with himsself, Malfoy become a ferret, and Ron's face when he has to dance with McGonagall.
This week is apparantly Megan's Week of Revelations.

It came to me today that I am a bad Catholic. And I'm ok with that.

On a totally unrelated note, Maroon 5 is the music of my soul. I higly recommend them if you have any sorts of boy/girl issues. Plus, most of their songs reference sex in some way, which is always good.


On another unrelated note, Becky, if you see this before I call you, (which is unlikely, as I plan on calling today,) mom says she will pick you up Saturday at 2:45 in Aunt Rose's red van. We're going to the Olive Garden for dinner, so you'll need money for the ticket ($15) and dinner. Oh, and Sunday hopefully we're going to the Harry Potter matinee. But I'll cover that cost if you think that's too much, cause that part of the plan is new.

Last unrelated note: I added a quote of the day to my AIM profile cause I'm cool like that. Check it out! (Old quotes are archived in my Buddy Profile.)

BeckyLove...What happened?

I don't think I hung up on you. And my battery on my phone looked like it was not dead, but maybe it was.

I'm sorry whatever happened!

I love you!
It's almost disgusting how happy livejournal icons make me.

Frankly, I blame Chad. And Hannah.

Chad showed me how to upload icons, and Hannah showed me that Snape Snuggle Bunny icon, and I was hooked. Addicted. It's like being on crack, only legal.

It is disgusting the amount of time I've devoted to finding icons.

But they make people happy, I think. (And they make me happy.)

So in this spirit, I have some icons for Becky. Maybe they'll cheer you up a bit.

Also, you agreed to sue my college for me, and I appreciate that.

Except I can't figure out how to put them on here without making them my icon. Hang on.

ETA: Let's try this...

Your Mom!

Sep. 5th, 2005 12:43 pm
It'd disgusting how many people in this college smoke. I just want to scream at them "You're killing yourself, do you know that? And you look stupid too. And you smell!"

Anyways, this weekend was cool. Erin rocks. Hardcore. With handcuffs.

I spent Saturday shopping for college essentials (white board markers, yogurt) with Whitney and Erin, and then Sunday we went to the fair. God I love the fair.

I saw bunnies, and chickens, and cows, and the whole petting zoo, and lots of other cool stuff. Then I went on some rides. They were ok. It was more fun to be on them with Erin rocking out (Flying Bobs) or panicking (Double Ferris Wheel) than to just be on them in general.

I went to my first Demolition Derby. Do you know what a Demolition Derby is? It's Bumper Cars, only with real cars. And real ambulances too. Yeah. Two people got carted away.

As I was cheering a particularly violent hit, it occured to me what a true redneck event this was. And I loved it. I guess I'm a redneck.

Whitney's grandparents are awesome!

And I got to see Kelli, Kristen, Anna, and Becky, however briefly. Becky and I recited Shakespeare. At the Fair. How weird is that?

This is not a short joke.

Nor is it an obese joke.

But your mom is!


(Especially if you are Jess or Becky, who will totally appreciate how we pointed out most of the things they make fun of. Or if you like to snark.)


I love Renee, and I love Becky.

Of course Becky does take awfully LONG showers...But that just makes life more interesting.

We went to lunch at The Backhome Cafe (where I had never been before, but highly recommend) and I was greatly confused by my glass.

Then we chatted, looked at pictures, and went swimming. My pool is cold, but my hot tub is hot. (Duh.)

We watched James and the Giant Peach, (Leg: Woop!) and Becky spent the night.

Me: My salsa! Salsa salsa salsa...
Becky: Megan is this..
Me: Did you ask me a question? (I was too busy shaking my butt to know..)
Both: Hahahahahahaha!!!
Me: Becky! You have to get out! The doors are going to close!
Becky: *Gasps for air*

Becky: I have a Sealy too. But mine's a firm mattress.
Me: What's a fir mattress?

Becky: I'm going home in my Pa-gee-gees.

I went to the doctor's today to get the mole behind my ear looked at because Mom thought it might be bad. And they kept asking me questions about it, which is all well and good, except I CAN'T SEE THE FUCKING THING! IT'S BEHIND MY EAR!

And Dr. Wood was wearing a red checked shirt, and a little daek blue bow tie with airplanes on it, and glasses that hooked behind his ears, and tartan socks. It was all I could do not to laugh. I haven't seen anyone wear glasses like those since Alex Kelly in the 5th grade.

Dr. Wood: So what are you going to study in college?
Me: Biology. Maybe. It may change.
Dr. Wood: That's ok. When I started I was an Anthropology major.
Mom: (Later, in the car) He sure did dress like an anthropologist, didn't he?
Me: I've never seen Mr. Peterson without a bow tie.


P.S. Renee, a stevedore is someone who works loading or unloading ships.
Absolutely fantabulous party at Kelli's tonight... Food, Harry Potter group discussion, signings, Taboo...Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.

SAW BECKY!!!!!!!!!!!!YAYS!!!!!!!!!!

And Renee. I do love Renee.

Renee: *Puts both hands firmly and unashamedly on her breasts* Hey! My boobs are getting bigger!

I love theater kids. God help me but I do. And I always will.

Kisses for everyone!


Current Mood:
I will only be in high school for, like, 5 or 5 and a half more hours...Cool.

Terrifying, but cool.

Soooooooooo excited about Project Grad, not so much about graduating inside. Speaking of which...


My earrings make little rainbows on my keyboard. That's awesome.

And I'm spent.

Current Mood:
Had a fantastic time at Becky's party at Ari's house. Love everyone who was there, except Andy and Jake simply because I do not know them. Love Becky for having a birthday and Ari for having the party. Love Renee and Kelli for long and intense conversation we had. Love the world in general.

Chrissy: I need my glasses, because, clearly, I cannot see.
Me: Isn't that a bit contradictory?
Chrissy: Yeah. I need my glasses because I can't see clearly.

Encore awards went spectacularly. Advisor type people loved their presents. I got a mug and a clock. "I devoted my entire high school social life to Encore, and all I got was this lousy mug!" Kidding. I got the best times of my life and the best people I will ever know and enough inside jokes to last me a lifetime. I LOVE YOU ALL. EVERYONE. I'll miss Encore. But I wax depressing.

People brought food! THANK YOU PEOPLE!

I am a hippie. Watched Wookstock today. Is no question. I am a hippie.

Wrote love not to Paul. He is oblivious. But a good cock nonetheless.

Random Guy: You wouldn't need drugs at Woodstock, you'd just need to breathe.

Joe Cocker played a really nice guitar...that wasn't there.

Peace out, man.


I <3 You

Ok. There's this poem see, that I found in 8th grade and I really liked it so I copied it down and I remember it because I really like it and I wrote the whole thing out and it's really long, and as far as I could tell no one else had ever heard of it except me. Got it?

Mr. Peterson: My dad used to be kind of a rebel. Well...Yeah he was. He used to sit in the back of his car and recite that poem The Highwayman. Has anyone ever heard of that poem?
Me: *Only one raising my hand* It's a beautiful poem.
Mr. Peterson: See? If you had been born 20 years earlier you could have met my dad and been my mother!
Class: *Laughing* Ewwwwwwwwwww!
Me: *Blushing madly*

Yeah. So that was weird.

Mr. Peterson: And all the girls liked my dad, because he was a rebel. So that's the secret, guys. Be a rebel and girls will like you.
Becky: Mr. Peterson essentially just said "If you want it to be good girl, get yourself a bad boy!!!"

And we watched The Graduate. Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson! (She was cool. Evil, but cool.)

Mrs. Robinson: Isn't there something you want to say to me, Benjamin?
Ben: Yeah...uh I really appreciate this...
Mrs. Robinson: The room number, Benjamin.

Ben: *Shuts door, so he can have mad illegal sex, for the first time, in total darkness*
Simon and Garfunkle: Hello darkness my old friend...

Ben: I think you're the most attractive of all my parents' friends...

Ben: Elaine, I really like you...
Me: But, sadly, I'm a mother fucker. Your mother, in fact.

It was quite a good movie.

Oh, and here's the poem:

Current Mood:
You scored as C-3PO.




General Grievous


Clone Trooper


Darth Vader




Anakin Skywalker


Padme Amidala


Obi Wan Kenobi




Mace Windu


Emperor Palpatine




Which Revenge of the Sith Character are you?
created with

I'm the obnoxious droid? WTF Mate?

In other news, Phantom was amazing. before the show we went to Quincy Market and had lunch and then watched this really hott contortionist guy...contort. He was Austrailian and he looked like an anorexic version of Billie Joe, complete with sticking his hand down his pants. I loved it.

I didn't really like the look of the guy who played the phantom, be he sang really well. The special effects and costumes and whatnot were spectacular, especially the boat and the gargoyle. Becky almost squeezed my fingers off at the end of Act 1, but I kind of expected that.

Then on the way home Becky and I sang old bad Backsteet Boys songs. Wow that last one is dirty. "If you want it to be good girl, get yourself a bad boy" I never knew. I was 12 and not yet wise in the ways of world.

That's All Folks!

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