Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

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?

I SAW FISHES!

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.

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

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.

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'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!

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.

HEY EVERYONE! RENEE HAS A LIVEJOURNAL! PLEASE FRIEND HER IF YOU ARE HER FRIEND! puckingright23

P.S. Renee, a stevedore is someone who works loading or unloading ships.

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...

BECKY I GOT YOU A TICKET!!! IF I HAVEN'T ALREADY BEEN TO YOUR HOUSE CALL ME IF YOU SEE THIS!!!

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

And I'm spent.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECKY!!!

I <3 You

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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 fanfiction...er...the world.

That's All Folks!

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