Ever feel like a complete and total idiot? Not just an idiot...a complete and total one. Let me cut to the chase...I accidentally superglued feathers to my fingertips. Now you may think "goodness, how is this possible?" I will elaborate.

For my birthday Jeff gave me a 'make yourself look like an idiot kit' complete with feathers, colorful pom pom balls, superglue and instructions he wrote up himself. Joking around he said "don't actually superglue anything to yourself like I said to in the directions." I laughed. Who would actually superglue anything to themselves?

Making Jeff's birthday card tonight I thought it'd be cute to make a little design on the front of his card using the supplies he gave me. I decided to make a smiley face. Two pom pom balls for the eyes and a feather for the hair. I would draw the rest of the face after. Content with my creative plan, I put away the glue stick I had been using and picked up the, now notorious, superglue. I must have been trying to use it for at least 20 seconds before I realized I had to open the glue thing from the inside. Off to a good start. The glue bag is tiny so I decide to use a pen to penetrate the seal. The pen tip enters the bag and glue spills everywhere including all over my favorite pen...hardening fast. I panic, trying to wipe off the quickly hardening glue on my pen. I pick up the nearest available thing I could use...a piece of cardboard. I wipe the pen off with the cardboard and scribble around. It still works. I smile to myself...how clever and fast acting of me. My self confidence was up again.

So there I am, making my little design, squeezing out giant globs of glue onto the paper and pressing the decorations on with my fingers. Looking back I probably shouldn't have used so much glue. Everything always seems so simple and clear in hindsight. But I can't be blamed...how was I supposed to know how strong it was?

Everything is going fine until its time for the feather. I'm pressing it down hard onto the glue. Feathers are pretty light and airy so there wasn't a lot of substance between my fingers and the superglue. I hold it down for 10 seconds as the directions said. Everything seems fine until I try to lift up my hand. It doesn't move from the paper so well. Actually it doesn't move at all. I look around, seeing if anyone is looking. At least no one can see me in this embarrassing state.

"Okay, this is just ridiculous." I slowly pry my fingers one by one from the birthday card. Slightly painful but no real damage done to either me or the card. I'm happy to have my hand back. However, this happiness only lasts a moment or two since I notice that not only are my fingertips glazed in superglue but I also have pieces of green feather glued onto every other finger. I try to scratch off the feathers but they won't move. I run hot water over my hand but that doesn't seem to do anything except make my hand really hot. I go back into the dining room, sitting in shame, with feathered fingers. I glance down at the superglue bag. "Bonds skin instantly." It wasn't kidding.

I tried to look on the bright side of things...at least I didn't superglue my eye shut or a picture of George Bush to my face...but it was hard to make myself feel any better.

So I guess I really did follow the directions that came with Jeff's gift. I made myself into an idiot, superglueing decorations to my body. From now on its glue sticks and Elmers for me.

So here I am. Typing this entry...still feathered. It is slightly annoying, I'm not gonna lie. But hey what can I do? It's not really something you want to complain to your parents about or bring any attention to at all. I can see how that conversation would go:

Me: Mom, um, I superglued brightly colored feathers to my fingers.
Mom: You did what?
Me: Yes and they won't come off.
Mom: I see....(fumbles for telephone)...let me just call EVERYONE I've ever met...
Me: But mom, it kind of hurts my fingers...
Mom: (on phone) Yes, this is Kathy Hoover, remember me? I asked to borrow your pencil in art school. No.....no....I didn't call to say hi. I have a daughter now. Yes....18. Yup almost in college. Yes well she superglued feathers to her fingers.


Oh how I pay for my stupidity.

I walked my dog today. She has been depressed lately. Whether it's due the heat, her obesity or her realization that she has a small cerebral cortex, I don't know. She spent her day moving from room to room, taking short naps here and there. It's kind of a pathetic life if you think about it...nothing to do all day but eat and sleep. I felt bad so I took the poor beast for a walk around the block. I made things clear to her before we left. "Lucy," I said, laying down the law, "you are only allowed one bowel movement per walk. I do not wish to pick up your poopoo." She seemed to understand so we continued out the door. We hadn't even rounded the first corner when she decided it was time. I looked sternly at her asking her if she really wanted to use up her excrement privileges so soon in our journey. She said "yes" but it wasn't very convincing. And lo and behold, she was lying. She took a crap at every driveway. Honestly, you'd think she'd never had a colon before. "First day with your new asshole?" I asked angrily. Let me add that these were no ordinary terds...they were the size of a small child...they could have passed for the 8th world wonder. Lucy should have won a frickin medal for the amount of excrement she left on the streets of Newton. I followed behind the squatting animal, cleaning her trail. I kept telling myself over and over again..."You are not her bitch, you are not her bitch...in fact..she is yours." But I wasn't convinced, since I was the one on my hands and knees picking up her feces.

I was glad I brought a bag. I almost felt proud carrying the bag of crap with me. I felt like a good neighbor. Honestly, in what other situation do you feel like a model citizen carrying a plastic bag of excrement around with you. "Oh look at her...carrying that disgusting bag full of doo...what a wonderful neighbor she is...I'm so glad we live next to her."

In the homestretch, I saw a box next to a sign that said 'free stuff.' I thought of how funny it would be to drop my bag in there. Of course I didn't because that would be horrible and mean and I would never do that...but the thought made me laugh. Just think about it. "Look honey a box of free stuff...lets look through it...oh would you look at this...wait a minute, whats this? It looks like..." I wouldn't be such a good neighbor anymore.

In conclusion, my dog is out of control. Her bowels could be a danger to the environment and the city of Newton. She must be stopped...now.

At the after prom party at North I had a tarot card reading. It was to say the least, amusing. After waiting patiently in line for half an hour it was my turn. Excited beyond belief, I sat down in the folding chair opposite the fortune teller. She was a young woman, probably between 25 and 30. She introduced herself as Harmony.

As soon as I sat down her smile faded.

"Oh goodness," She whispered.

Slightly upset by this welcoming, I waited for her to elaborate on her previous statement.

"You have a very pink aura," She explained.

I laughed nervously, having no idea what this meant.

She had a look of pity in her eyes. Ready for the worst I asked what that meant.

"You attract....how shall I say it? Crazy people."

I cracked up. First of all she is right, I have a tendency of attracting psychopaths on a daily basis. To tell you the truth it is starting to drive me insane myself. Second of all, she made that overly anticlimactic. I thought it meant something awful, like that I was doomed to live out my life on the streets of Czechoslovakia, begging for money, only to die alone and broke.

Through the course of the reading she had me draw three cards. The first three I drew were abit unnerving. She studied them carefully then smiled at me.

"Whatever you think your major is now...you're wrong."

I Looked at her, puzzled. "But I don't know what I want to major in."

"Well you will, and it will be wrong," She said matter-of-factly.

She went on to describe the cards. "This first one means turmoil and decision making. You will be very stressed out and upset. But the second card means closure so therefore you will find the major that you want and you will be happy. This third card..." She paused. "The third card just means everything will be fine. Pick three more."

I picked one from the bottom of the deck, one from the middle and one from the top. As I pulled the one from the top another card came out stuck to it.

"Oops," I smiled as I went to put it back.

Harmony almost had a conniption. "NOOOO!!" She screamed. I almost fell out of my seat I was so frightened. She lowered her voice, forcing a smile. "Everything happens for a reason. Just give me that card too." I handed over the card willingly.

She explained the three cards I had just drawn, placing the mysterious forth one face down beside the rest. "We'll just save this one for the end." As soon as she had the three cards face up she sighed. "More big decisions for you. You aren't going to stay at the college you think you are. There is going to be a major university switch." I almost flipped out. "WHAT? WHY? NO! I LOVE MY COLLEGE!"

"Well I don't think you are going to stay there. I really don't think you are going to stay there," she replied. I felt like getting up right then and being like "Well you know what? I don't think I'm going to stay here any longer either. Good bye." But I didn't. I stayed. Mostly because I was curious about what she said next. She looked at the cards again, pointing one out to me of a hanged man. "This is the self sacrifice card. It means you need to start doing things for yourself. You give too much. You need to focus on what you want and what you need." She lowered her voice further. "You have been a good friend to many this year and I think you have been upset by the fact that it has not been reciprocated." I leaned closer, intrigued. I don't know why all of a sudden she had stopped talking about college. Probably because I almost flipped out when she did. Anyway she had my attention again.

Glancing over at the mysterious forth card she smiled. "And now for this one." She flipped it over. "OH PERFECT! This is a very good card. This is the goddess card, meaning God will be watching over you, you will make the right decisions and everything will be fine in the end." I nodded. Good save on her part after the college fiasco. Very smooth.

She looked at me, I could see she was abit upset that she had told me I was going to switch colleges. That was a mistake. "So remember, from now on, do what you want to do, don't worry about stress, and everything will be fine." It seemed like a pretty generic response. I wasn't happy.

Before I left I asked if I would continue to attract crazy people. Harmony looked down for a few moments, then back up at me. Her eyes said everything before she opened her mouth. "Yes," she shrugged.

All in all, I was not impressed with the tarot card reading. My friends got far better ones. For instance, Harmony told Jessica that she needed to watch out for a girl named Vanessa who would have purple contacts. And she told Julie to beware of Brendan. I wish I could have someone to watch out for...

I learned how to post pictures to my blog. So I decided to celebrate by posting a random picture. This is Arthur. Arthur is a raccoon. Arthur is hot. Hot raccoons rock my world.

Just got back from the Maine trip with Lea, Meredith, Julie, Rachel and Brittany. Thinking over everything there are a few moments that stuck out...

The most memorable experience involved the "restaurant" across the street from our motel. At least restaurant by day. During the daylight hours it is a wonderful family restaurant...if you ignore their obsessive amounts of Marilyn Monroe pictures and statues. We ate there Wed night. It seemed like a perfectly normal place to eat. At least thats what we thought.

On Thursday night around 11:30, after we received a noise complaint, we decided to take a walk. When we exited our room into the night we heard music. Our first reaction was "damnit, this is why we got the noise complaint. People heard this obnoxious music and automatically assumed it was coming from our room because we are teenagers and therefore must be crazy partiers." We followed the direction of the music but couldn't see any source. It wasn't until we were on the front lawn of the motel that we realized the music was not coming from anywhere in the motel, in fact it was coming from across the street. Looking over at the only possible place the music could be coming from we saw... the restaurant. The restaurant we thought had been closed for 3 hours. All the lights were off although there were a few cars in the parking lot.

Standing on the bocci boards on the front lawn (they have those sorts of things at motels in Maine) we realized we looked incredibly sketchy and since we had already gotten into enough trouble that night with security about the noise, we decided to make sure people didn't think we were up to no good. So we started playing hopscotch on the bocci boards. At the moment, it seemed like a foolproof excuse to be out in the middle of the lawn at 11:30 at night. However, we noticed a few minutes later that this just made us look either very drunk or mentally deranged. We stopped jumping around, watched the woman in the front office lock up for the night, acted innocent as she walked out and drove away, and then turned our attention back to the sketchy restaurant-turned-night-club. The music was so loud we could feel the base. We crossed the road dancing in our pajamas. When we reached the building there were two men sitting outside smoking. They stopped talking as we approached. All of the lights were out so it was hard to see inside the glass doors.

"Maybe they are still selling that salad?" Lea said wishfully. Unfortunately, by the looks of it, I don't think they were selling any type of food. They were probably selling drugs. We finally reached the door. The music stopped. It was silent. Standing awkwardly at the doors for a few moments, we took the hint, turned and left. As we crossed back across the road the music started again. I don't think I have ever been more sketched out in my life.

Another experience I remember in particular are the bumper cars. Now usually my experience with bumper cars goes as such: me stuck against the wall getting rear ended constantly as I yell out "just wait till this ride is over! Just wait till I'm out of this car." But yesterday I actually had control over the bumper car. It was one of those moments you treasure forever.

Last but not least, the most frustrating part of the trip. On Tuesday we went to Old Orchard Beach, which was closed of course, because everything in Maine closes when we come. I swear as soon as we cross the border every establishment in Maine closes. The iron bars go down and the signs go up: "CLOSED. DO NOT BOTHER US."

Anyway, after we leave Old Orchard, we travel south, back toward the hotel. Twenty minutes later we find ourselves back at the pier staring at a giant sign that reads "Old Orchard Beach." Confused and puzzled we drive again...in the opposite direction from the beach. Thirty minutes later as we were driving along the road, minding our own business, out of nowhere was another sign for that damn beach. Meredith screamed out "OLD ORCHARD BEACH!" and every single one of us in the car screamed at the same time "NOOO....!!!!!" It was like a twilight zone episode. Everywhere we turned was Old Orchard Beach. If it wasn't the oddest, most frustrating moment of my life it would have been hilarious. Oh who am I kidding? It was hilarious!

That is all. Over and out.

I was thinking the other day...while I was limping to the training room at North...

Whose stupid idea was it to put the training room on the third floor? I mean, really, what kind of moron makes that decision?

Construction guy #1: Well now that we are done building this oversized-brick-box of a school where do you think we should put the trainers' room?

Construction guy #2: Hmm good question. Who will be using the training room the most?

CG #1: The weak and injured athletes.

CG #2: How about the third floor?

CG #1: But don't you think it will be hard for these poor injured children to climb three flights of stairs to get help?

CG #2: Probably.

CG #1: Hmm. Okay. Good idea! These people are so lucky that they have us building their school for them.

CG #2: I know, we are the best. Now for the classrooms. I was thinking we could put some holes in the ceilings.

Song lyrics that I don't understand:

Suga Suga: "I'll treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy" Why would anyone in their right mind want to be treated like a sticky ickey or oowy goowy?
Ludacis, 'Stand up': "Feels like a midget is hanging from my neckless." -Not only is that politically incorrect...it is ridiculous...honestly who has a vertically challenged person hanging around their neck?
"bras all over your breasts." - That just makes no sense.
Clay Aiken- Invisable: "If I was invisable, I could just watch you in your room." -So romantic.

Well my friends, it is that time of year again. Yup you guessed it, Back to school! And I must say, we are a very lucky bunch to be spending our educational hours in such an exciting, ever-changing environment. I am speaking of NNHS, the building with a life of its own. Let me explain to you all of the benefits of that ingenious structure we call home 6-7 hours every day. First of all, there is never a dull moment. Take the leaking ceilings for example. Chemicals leaking above certain desks always make for exciting classes, and it is always nice on hotter days...who cares that no one knows exactly what those chemicals are. Floods are also commonplace. The change in scenery is always pleasant. I like to whip out the inflatable chair and belly board! Why not surf to math class? And what other school can boast it could be considered its on biome; wildlife and all? Among the animal kingdom living in NNHS are bats, mice and rats. I hear there is a very friendly rat who resides in the costume room. And who needs to go on vacations?! All we have to do is travel to the other side of the school. Each room has its own individual climate. Some are hot, humid and have small waterfalls flowing from the cieling, and others are cold and dry (throw some shredded paper on the floor and hell you've got the north pole). However, despite all the hard work put out by the City of Newton to make our learning a new and invigorating experience every minute of the day, the NNHS building still just doesn't match up to the real outdoors. They try, I'll give them credit, but chemical waterfalls and wild rats don't exactly resemble a tropical island.

The first day of school is always fun, its a new experience and you get to see all of your friends (some who you haven't seen all summer). This excitement, however, fades quickly. The second day it starts to get abit tedious, the third day your thinking "this is getting old" and by the forth day your screaming for someone to get you out of that god forsaken building and away from the overwhelming homework load, tyrannical teachers, crazy freshman, and those disturbing smells that characterize each area of the school. I could navigate it with my eyes closed: "chlorine and dead fish....I must be at the pool" "ahh yes....cream of wheat and manure....my homeroom." At first the distinctive smells don't seem so bad, helpful even...but by the forth day boy....you start to get a bit queasy.

Not many of my classrooms have windows...which is gonna suck down the road. And we already got homework...whats the deal with that? Anyways...now that school has begun, I should start going to bed before 3am. I have to get up early tomorrow! I will actually be conscious between the hours of 7am and 2pm. I am so used to going to bed at 3am and waking up at 2pm. My sleep schedule is pretty messed up. I'm going to bed. Adios, amigos. OH YEAH! That reminded me, I can't understand a word my Spanish teacher says...that could make it a bit harder to communicate with him....

I just got home from a three day trip to Maine with my mom. We stayed at a motel in Wells, near Moody and Ogunquit. When I was younger my family spent two weeks in Moody Maine at a beach house every year in August. They were the best two weeks of the year and now that we can't get the cottage anymore, trips to Maine have become less and less frequent. It was nice to see the old sites and visit the places I used to go to when I was a child. So many memories in Maine....even the supermarket has a sentimental value to me. I enjoyed purchasing food in the produce section for sentimental purposes even though I never liked their fruit.... I also wandered around the video store we used to go to every other night and I looked at the movie boxes of the films we used to always rent. We called them the "uppa Maine movies." They were basically Disney cartoons but to this day I have never been able to rent those movies any other place. We went to the public beach even though it was cold and windy out and it was high tide. The ocean was so close to the parking lot that there was abusolutely no sand to sit on. We sat on the rocks shivering in our sweatshirts. It is comforting to see how the sea never changes. No matter how much the town can change...the ocean will always remain the same. It was there before I was born and it will still be shimmering under the sun when I die. I am going to move to Maine as soon as I can. I am determined to go to college in Maine and to continue living there after school. It's true what they say: "Maine; The way life should be."

Alright. Anyone out there seen the movie "Hunger"? It is basically the story of two lesbian vampires living in New York. However! The movie is mostly about how one woman (a doctor in NY) becomes a vampire when she is converted by the older vampire. This is how it went:
I didn't get to see the beginning. I came in at the point where the doctor had arrived at the lonely woman's apartment to visit (they were meeting for the first time...a very crucial detail). Anyway lets name the doctor to make this story easier to tell. Doctor=Sue.
So Sue is sitting there listening to the vampire play the piano (this is a very talented vampire). Lady Dracula starts hitting on Sue, speaking in a heavy Russian accent. Sue says "Are you coming on to me?" The vampire denies that she had any intention of flirting with the doctor. All of a sudden Sue spills her drink all over her shirt. Oh no...Sue needs a new shirt. So, naturally, she just takes it off. That seems completely practical...anyone else would do the same... Of course she is wearing nothing underneath. The vampire comes over with an extra shirt but decides she wants to make love to the doctor instead. Sue just jumps right in even though she 1) just met this woman 2) has a boyfriend 3) is up until that point straight. Maybe thats the way things are in New York or maybe Sue is just a very friendly, touchy-feely person.
They make love for a couple hours and then the vampire...like all vampires do....started sucking Sue's blood. Sue seemed to enjoy it and in turn sucked the vampire's blood. Once again maybe this sort of thing happens in New York...maybe sucking your lover's blood is a completely normal activity to partake in. Sounds a little kinky to me. They finish and Sue goes home to her boyfriend. At this point I was completely dumbfounded. First things first: Why did she suddenly decide to have sex? and
2) Why was she turned on when her new found friend started sucking her blood? Thats where many people draw the line...sucking blood is usually a sign that you might NOT want to get involved any further with this person.
I assume it was supposed to be an erotic scene but honestly it made NO SENSE! This is basically the short version:
Sue: Hi
Vampire: hi, your hot
Sue: Are you coming on to me?
Vampire: Of course not
Sue: oops I spilled my drink let me just take off my shirt
Vampire: Okay...wanna make love and suck each others' blood?
Sue: YEAH! hope my boyfriend doesn't mind. What was your name again?

Well they didn't say those exact words but you get the gist.

More news: My dog breaths loud

I miss my dad and my brother. They are coming home Saturday from a two week trip! I can hardly wait!

Going to Maine with my mom tomorow...woho!

Jessica is coming home Sat too and Rachel is coming home Sunday. Partay

A fly has infiltrated the house. Mind you, this is no ordinary fly. This is a mother of a fly....I mean, I have honestly never seen a fly so big in all my 17 years. You may say "Maegan, buddy, flies are bound to get into the house sometimes, don't get so bent out of shape." BUT NO! This fly is out to get me! It crawled across the mirror on the wall behind the computer. It crawled ever so slowly, daring me to squash it. But I saw his hidden motives. He was just waiting for me to grab a magazine and hurl myself at the mirror just so he could fly away right before my magazine shatters the glass. That way he would still be alive, the mirror would be broken and I (his victim) would be distraught and tired from the attack. My logic may be hard to follow but you must believe me....the fly is still alive and in the room. It is hiding someone in the shadows or maybe he is up in my room reeking havoc. THIS IS WAR!

I went to the supermarket tonight and some guy just started talking to me. I was trying to get by him with my cart and he wouldn't let me pass so I looked up and he just started talking to me. He must have seen my basketball T-shirt because he wanted to know where I played basketball. He proceeded to tell me about his coaching years. We talked for fifteen minutes. After the conversation I went to finish shopping. I found my dad and we got a few more items. On the way to get banannas I saw the guy again. I waved and he stopped and said "Is this your dad?" And off he was again....talking for another twenty minutes with my dad.

Earlier today I got a pretty bad sunburn on my arms, neck and face. I was down at Albamarel today playing pickup and working out from 12:30 to 3 and then I went to run the stairs and the hill at North until 3:45. I completely forgot sunblock though....By the end of this summer, mark my words, I will be one big freckle. More then half my summer I have spent sunburnt.

My dad and brother are going on a road trip cross country with my uncle in his Bounder for two weeks! I don't know what I am going to do without my dad. I am going to miss him so much. I guess I'll miss my brother too...

Driving home from Boyles today my brother says to me "You have puffy cheeks, you will make a great grandmother. I can see you cooking chocolate chip cookies for the neighborhood children and you'd be the type to go to all the local little league ball games and when you got too old to drive to the ballpark the neighborhood kids would walk with you helping you along."

Now lets think about this statement. First of all does it make any sense? No. Second of all I don't even have puffy cheeks. I honestly don't understand 90% of the things that come out of my brother's mouth. I guess its nice of him to say that I will make a wonderful grandmother its just his logic that confuses me. Lets pretend for a moment that I do have puffy cheeks...does that mean I will automatically be a kind old, cookie-making, ballpark-going grandmother? And considering I don't have puffy cheeks does that mean I am doomed to become an anti-social, baseball-hating old hag with no cookies? The facts that my brother is not seeing here is that I ; 1) can not bake; 2) Hate baseball; and 3) Don't have puffy cheeks.

Brittany gave Julie and I some good advice tonight. She told us if we ever wanted to go shopping at a thrift store that we should go to Dallas, Texas because they have "GREAT" thrift stores. She commenced to name all of the cheap items she bought including jeans for $6.50 and four belts for a buck each. Thanks for the advice dude. I can see it now: "Mom I'm going shopping. I'll be back in a week...I know Dallas is far but they sell belts for only a dollar each!" Yeah right, like that would work. I just know my mom will say: "Sure honey, have fun, get me some boots while you're down there."

This weekend I watched Final Destination 2 and The Ring (for the second time). While watching these movies everything seemed fine and good.... but I knew the aftermath would be horrendous...and it was. I was so terrified afterwards that I couldn't sleep for two nights. I kept my bedside table light on and trapped my dog on my bed. Sitting in my oasis of light in the darkness I scanned the corners and crevices of my room searching for anything out of the ordinary...such as...say...a little girl crawling towards me digging her ugly little finger nails into my rug inching towards my bed. I wasn't as scared about the little demon girl because I would have been able to see her coming...the thing that made me the most anxious was trying to look out for death in general.

As you know, in the movie Final Destination 2, as well as in the first Final Destination, the villain of the movie is death itself...a killer no one can hide from. I mean think about it...if death is out to get you you can pretty much say your prayers and brace yourself for the hereafter. I was on the look out for any signs of danger. For the entire night I stood watch...my eyes were slowly getting heavier but I refused to give up, knowing that as soon as I shut my eyes I became vulnerable. My ears were playing tricks on me for I kept hearing creaks on the stairs and whispers in the closet. It was to say the least, a rough two nights. And to make things worse my air conditioner turns itself on and off during the night which definitely caused my heart to jump a few times. Although, looking back...if the little girl from the Ring wanted to kill me the last thing she would do is turn on my air conditioner. I doubt her plan was to freeze me to death from my air conditioner.

Anyways I wasn't thinking logically...I was in the fight/flight mode and I was ready to stand my ground. I had my dog by my side and we were ready for anything...well not really. I kept seeing the little girl's contorted monstrous face with her wild black hair covering her eyes in the back of my mind. I could imagine her suddenly appearing at my bedside with that evil little look in her eyes. Time out. Question: Why is that little girl so angry all the time? She needs to take a chill pill.... comb her hair...take a bath...and apply some makeup to cover that hideous face. Maybe she hates being so gosh darn ugly so she decides to kill people. Personally I'd just wear a mask...but hey whatever floats your boat. Towards the end of the evening I alternated shifts with my dog. She would keep watch for a half an hour and then I would. I had a feeling she was sleeping through her shifts so I stayed up anyways reading so I'd be awake if anything happened. On the bright side of all this I did get a ton of summer reading done! When the sun started coming up I felt satisfied...another successful night with no deaths.

I turned off my light at 7 am, rolled over and fell into a much-needed sleep. Sometimes during the nights when I am scared I try to convince myself that if she wanted to kill me she would not have waited until after I saw the movie. I remind myself of all the nights that I slept peacefully without being killed. But it never eases my mind. I just can't help thinking that now that I know about this new danger I must protect myself. I hope I can pull myself together soon and get some rest.

Hanging out and relaxing after the Junior Nationals. I saw Pirates of the Caribbean last night with Julie. It was a cool movie although I didn't quite understand why they kept sword fighting with the undead.....the undead CAN'T die so why keep fighting them?...seemed like a useless and very tiring activity to take part in. Here are some of my recent Deep thoughts: Deep Thoughts

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YO! Whats up mis amigos?! Last night I saw Charlies Angels with Jessica and Meredith. It was so funny! The plot wasn't quality and the stunts were ridiculous....I don't care how athletic these women are....no one can jump from a burning truck, free fall for ten minutes in the air, and grab onto a helicopter which just happens to appear. And then something else I didn't understand...as two of them are hanging onto the helecopter they begin laughing histerically. What is so funny? They almost fell to their death, they have an entire army of angry men with big weapons after them and their truck just blew up. They aren't home free yet either....hanging from a flying object is not what I'd call safe. If I was them I wouldn't be laughing, I would be more concerned about getting onto land. I also noticed that one minute they would be in China and the next they would be surfing on the coast of California...how they got from one place to another so fast is still a mystery to me. Overall the movie was extremely entertaining and hilarious though. I spent most of the time laughing. The script was so stupid and the characters were so absurd that it was funny. Maegan's analysis grade: A!! GO SEE IT!

My brother and his friend are in the living room at the moment making odd noises, giggling and playing "Drunken Fist; the age of the drunk" the new must have PS2 fighting game. I enjoy listening in on them as they play. Some of the things they say are quite disturbing....."You popped out the only eye he had"......."That was close, he almost summoned hell fire and hit you"......"Yay I'm fat...look at how I run...oi oi oi"......"Hee hee when you slash him he says 'I am dying.'" If the 7th grade girls could see my brother now....giggling like a 7 year old pressing the PS2 controller like a little maniac....he would certainly be embarrassed.

The last couple of days TLC painting has been coming to paint our hall and bathroom. I noticed today that Lucy had a little paint on her nose. I thought it cute and bent down to wipe it off. When I bent down to do this I noticed that her entire left side was white with paint. My first thought was: For crying out loud, we pay this people to paint our walls not our pets. But upon further inspection I discovered a small strip of hairs stuck to the hall wall next to the stairs. I looked from my dog to the wall and came to the conclusion that she must have walked leaning against the wall. I looked at where she was now and following the path of hairs on the newly painted wall. It lead me to her water bowl and then the top of the stairs where I figured she had been headed to the upstairs couch. Apparently she has gained more weight than I had thought and needed the support of the wall while she walked. Poor dog. Either way, I can now trace my dogs path during the day and see where she has been. I suppose the painters will fix this problem. Lucy will just have to stay away from the painted areas for now.

There was a crisis tonight! Let me backtrack abit and give you some background information to show you how I reached this climactic crisis. The seniors' last home game is Wednesday, meaning the underclassman have alot of work to do. Besides posters, a collage and posterboard uniforms with their names written across the front we underclassman also make a video. The video highlights the funnier moments of the seasons through quick skits where we act out the roles of the people involved in the funny occurrences. I am in charge of editing the video. So I come home about 4:30 and ask my dad if we can go out to CVS to pick up a VHS tape to dub the video we made for the seniors. Also note that one of the biggest snow storms of the season is occurring outside at that moment. There was already 6 inches on the ground and no one in my family had shoveled the driveway. My dad agrees to go out despite the weather. When we get to the end of the driveway my dad stops the car to make sure it is safe to pull out. When he puts his foot back on the gas the car doesn't move. Uh oh. I looked over to him nervously. The snow was coming down hard and our car wasn't moving. We got out to see that the tires were on top of pure ice. It didn't look too good. My dad sent me to get a shovel. It took me about 10 minutes to walk to the garage, I fell at least twice (and I was wearing my pajamas so they got wet and cold). I came back with a shovel and we started shoveling the snow and what little ice we could from around the front tires. My grandfather heard the commotion from next door and came outside to help. My dad wouldn't let him so he just stood there in the snow watching anxiously and contributing comments now and then. The wind was blowing snow flurries in my face and I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing any gloves. I hadn't expected I would be shoveling so I didn't wear warm clothing. My dad tried pushing as I reversed...but it didn't work. My dad brought out several pieces of wood to put under the tires for traction. We then tried several rugs and various cardboard products but still no progress. My dad was pissed. My grandmother, either hearing the noise, or noticing my grandfather was missing, came out to see what was happening. My dad waved her back in. She left but soon returned with a huge carpet. I don't know where she got it. Throughout this entire process giant plows were driving by....most of them had sand in the back of the trucks...and none of them stopped to help. Twenty minutes and several carpets later two men came across the street. One of them said "Here let us help." I could have jumped for joy. They pushed the front while we reversed. STILL the tires just spun around on the icy surface. My dad got out and decided to push too. We put two carpets under the front tires for traction and I reversed as the two men and my dad pushed the front. IT MOVED! I got about halfway into the street when I stopped the car. My dad screamed "DON'T STOP!" I jammed on the gas and reversed into the other lane. He screamed "STOP!" I jammed on the breaks. Good thing no one was behind me because I couldn't see out the rear window. It was stressful. My dad gave me advice on how to never stop at the end of the driveway when it is snowing out.

HOLA! I left school for a couple hours today to take my road test. I'll tell ya on a readiness scale of 1 to 10 I was a 3. We're talking big time unprepared. I hadn't driven in over a month. My dad took me in to the RMV in Watertown. I had all my paperwork and I was nervous as hell. The trooper took my permit and application form and pointed to the wall in his office. I turned to where he was pointing to find a map of the Watertown mall with red arrows drawn in to show you where to go. He asked me if I understood the map and I said I did. I go back to the car keeping the map clear in mind. Unfortunately I was thinking so much about where I was going to drive that I forgot to put the car in reverse and was quite surprised when I put my foot on the gas and found myself flying forward toward the car in front of me. Off to a good start!! I drove to where the map had said and waited for the trooper. About 5 minutes later two troopers come out the back door. One of them approached my car to tell me to roll down the window. I look down at the panel of window buttons next to the drivers seat. Panicking, I don't know which one to press, I didn't want to roll down the back window by mistake and fail the test before I even got on the road. I take a chance and push one of them. It ended up being the right button...phew. The trooper leans towards the door and says "first part of the test is you have to roll down your window." I smile and say "I know, I wasn't sure if you wanted me to open the door." It was a great cover, he never suspected I didn't know how to roll down the window! He laughed and asked me to show him the hand signals. I acted cool and collected and worked my memory trying to remember the hand signals. I remembered the hand movements but not what they meant so I guessed on all of them and ended up getting them right. It was my lucky day! Then he asked me to turn on the emergency break. I turned it on and he suddenly said "nope, I can't take you out, it needs to be a handheld emergency break." I knew that I needed one, but I didn't want to borrow a car for my road test so I thought I'd get lucky and the trooper would do the test without one. Unfortunately he said no and said that I had to find a car with an emergency break in the middle and not by the pedal. So that was it. I drove away and went home. AHHHHHHHH why why why why?!?!?! SO CLOSE to having my license. And for anyone wondering, I am a good driver, this whole window opening stuff has nothing to do with the quality of my driving skills. I can three point turn like a pro I just can't open windows. Everyone has their weakness right? Also what is it with the hand signals? Does anyone use them? When would you ever use them? "Yes officer, you see, my directional lights and brake lights are out...BUT I've been using the hand signals!" I just don't see that happening. Anyway if someone was sticking their arm out into traffic I would be more likely to think that they were giving someone the finger and not signaling for a left turn.

A conversation Jessica and I had using just music lyrics :)
A KoolAid Notion: Say hello to the girl that I am
Hooves14: If anybody asks you who I am just stand up tall, look em in the face and say; I'm that star in the sky, I'm that mountain peak up high
A KoolAid Notion: what am i to do with my life?
Hooves14: you betta lose yourself in the music
A KoolAid Notion: where you lead i will follow
Hooves14: There were birds in the sky but I never saw them winging till there was you
A KoolAid Notion: Everyone's got to make a living
Hooves14: If you mess with my man, I'm gonna be the one to bring it to ya. Heres alittle advive for you: find your own man
A KoolAid Notion: multiply life by the power of two
A KoolAid Notion: i've seen the shadows of so many people trying on the treasures of youth, but a road that fancy and fast ends in a fatal crash, and i'm glad we got off, to tell you the truth
Hooves14: Theres room for two, up on a roof
A KoolAid Notion: I grew up on five alive, transformers and slip 'n'slide, toys 'r us and chuck e. cheese
A KoolAid Notion: something's missing, and i don't know how to fix it. something's missing, and i don't know what it is, no i don't know what it is at all
Hooves14: Say it isn't so, I won't give up on you
A KoolAid Notion: little girls in jelly shoes got the ferris bueller blues!
Hooves14: Shake it up baby now, twist and shout
A KoolAid Notion: those were the best days of my life
Hooves14: These are the days we'll remember
Hooves14: I'm calling it love soon
A KoolAid Notion: if you ain't dirrty, you ain't here to party!
A KoolAid Notion: hehe
A KoolAid Notion: i am dirrty!

Last night I was watching a movie about a drug dealer and his many adventures on the west coast when I came to realize my true dream. I want to walk along a California beach with a really good looking guy whose wearing an oversized wool sweater. Who woulda known that wool sweaters are my weakness? There was this one scene where the drug dealer was wearing a big wool sweater walking along a beach in California with his girlfriend. While watching it I thought to my self "gee, I sure wouldn't mind being that girl right now." The fact that the drug dealer was actually Johnny Depp has nothing to do with it. Go ahead and laugh, but just think about it....beach.... California.... cute guy... wool sweater..... What else could you possibly ask for??

Its funny that the simplest gift can sometimes bring the most joy. I mean, who needs expensive technological stuff when you can have a bounce back wrist ball? It is the coolest gift ever! It is a small rubber basketball attached to a wrist band by a rubber band. Basically I can play catch with myself! It is so addicting, it kept me entertained for hours on end. I taught myself a trick too! I throw the ball as hard as possible away from me towards the ground, let it bounce back towards me, move to the side and let it bounce on the other side of me, turn around and catch it. The trick took me awhile because I occationaly forgot to move to the side and I would be hit in the head. My dog wasn't impressed with the trick, personally I think she was just bitter becasue she couldn't do it. Here are some pictures of the bounce back wrist ball: Click right here

As many of you know I have been searching for successful pick up lines. My most recent one: "I just love your brain" has not been working. I went to a love website to look up possible pick up lines. I found a few but what really intrigued me was the sites "places to make love" section. I will name a few and share my comments.

• On a motorcycle- now this one stuck out in my mind, I am guessing they are meaning when it is not in motion but still it seems like it would be quite difficult.
• On a trampoline- ....no comment.
• In the middle of nowhere- that was actually on the top 40 list....sounds very romantic...."so honey now that we are completely lost in the middle of no where lets make love."
• In the car in heavy traffic- Sounds a bit dangerous to me. "Yes officer, we were having sex when I accidentally stepped on the gas pedal."
• On a jungle gym at a park at night- I would hate to live near that playground. "Yes mom its the Smiths again, tomorrow night the Jeffersons said it was their turn."
• In the living room during the day with the windows wide open- hm...
• In a public restroom- I don't find public restrooms incredibly sexy places to make love in but hey whatever floats your boat.
• In a very big bed- How big a bed is necessary?
• On a secluded island beach- well thats very nice if I had my own secluded island.
• In a movie theater- I believe Pee Wee Herman was arrested for that.
• In the ocean- That sounds okay unless it was stormy and the waves kept knocking you under water.

Those are just a few of the 40 different "sensual locations to make love." Here is the link if you want to see the rest: Click here

Exiciting night last night. It all started when I was sitting in my swivel chair chatting on AIM with Julie. We decided that we should do something fun so we began brainstorming. I went to her house and we narrowed our list down to five things: 1) Go to Boston 2) Go to a movie 3) Eat 4) Do nothing. Well we ended up deciding that we were going to go to Boston. We called a few people and told them to meet us at the Woodland T-stop. Julie and I met Jessica at the stop. We waited about ten minutes for Brittany and Meredith to arrive. Trains went by, people came and left, and still no Brittany or Meredith. We began pondering about what could have happened to them when Jessica says "Wait! Is that them?" pointing behind us. We turn around to see Meredith and Brittany standing inside one of the trains. I stood for a moment confused and confuddled. They flung their arms frantically waving us on but there was no way to get on the train without running in front of it. Suddenly it started pulling away. Meredith put her hand over her mouth in shock. I reached out my arms calling "nooooooo.....nooooo." Jessica started laughing and Julie stood trying to comprehend what just happened. Julie and I sprinted after the train a little ways but then we realized we were simply not fast enough to catch up and even if we were how would we get on?...climb through a window?...stand in front of the train and tell it to stop...it was useless.

How did they get on that train without us knowing!? We were right at the stop...we saw every car that went by. Had they just snuck on the back way? We didn't know what to do. We thought, and thought....till our thinkers were sore and still no explanation. Finally Julie proposed we wait for a few trains to go by in case they come back and then if they didn't we'd ride a train to the next station. We waited and laughed a bit about how weird this all was. No sign of Brittany and Meredith so we got on a train for Boston. When the train pulled in at the next station we saw them standing at the stop. YAY! They got on and told us that they had gone to the wrong t-stop and rode the train to Woodland to meet us. That was okay, but it would have made things less stressful if they had gotten off at Woodland and not assumed Julie Jessica and I would risk our lives to cross the tracks and board the train. But hey, everything turned out okay.

When we arrived we went to the enchanted village. Julie and I were so excited to see the little mechanical Christmas people that we could hardly contain ourselves. Meredith, however, was not too happy to be seen in the enchanted village...since we were 16 and all. Well I know I had a jolly time. Later on, we frolicked towards Fannel Hall. We skipped a while, then I did a dance and sung a song. Brittany and I raced each other down the stone stairs toward the street. The evening was fairly uneventful until we got proposed to.

We were walking along minding our own business when an older man of about 60 leans towards us. "Excuse me, would any of you ladies like to marry me for an hour...just an hour, then I'll file for an annulment." We sped up a little and passed him. We were all a bit scared with the exception of Julie who had a big smile on her face. When we were about a block away from him Julie clapped her hands together with glee and announced "Guys! We just got proposed to!!" She always looks on the bright side of things.

After we went to Bath and Body works and exfoliated we all went outside to the quad. Meredith says under her breath..."THAT GUY IS SOOO HOTT!" We looked over to where Meredith was pointing. Meredith then announces "If one of you dares me, I'll go over and talk to him." Ummm....well I guess she wants one of us to dare her. We looked at each other and Brittany shrugged her shoulders and said "Okay go talk to him." Meredith said she was going to get his name. She strode off towards the hot dude. She got about half way there when we heard a thud. I turn around to see Meredith laying on the ground. What the hell happened? She stood up, brushed herself off and came back to us. Well, if thats what she means by talking to people then heck I talk to people all the time. She said her shoes weren't good for walking. I asked "so thats it, you're not going to talk to him?" She said "no, why don't one of you do it?" I said "I'll go with you." Meredith agreed and we walked over to him. He worked in one of the stores. We got into the store and about five meters from him when Meredith stops. "I don't want to." "Fine", I replied. She told me to do it so I went over to him. He was walking along the wall looking over some of the stores merchandise. I stood in his path and said "excuse me, we were just wondering what your name was." He gave me a funny look and said "My name is Josh." I smiled and said "hi, my name is Maegan and that is Meredith." Meredith waved from a distance. Then Meredith said from across the room "nice to meet you." We walked out and announce that his name was Josh and we even got his number which was 1-800-hottguy. I wonder if thats a real number...hmm

I'm back! and more gansta then ever! Now that my parents have left I've gone gansta. I think I was always one but I didn't have the strength to accept my true gansta ways. Its mad ill dawg. Like I was chilling with my dog (my canine not a friend) and I was sporting my nike pull over hat when I realized "who am I kidding, I could run these suburb streets, what am I waiting for?" So here I am, gansta Maegan. I have a small list of names to fit my new gansta self (submitted by different people): Maeganator; mightymegan14 (I don't understand this one. Am I a screen name? NO IM A GANSTA!); mAe Hoo (too dr. sues); The Maegsta; The destroyer (too violent, I am a non violent gansta); Hoovedawg; and Killa Vac (once again I promote peace on my streets). I'm going to chill with my math textbook yo. Peace out dawg!

The Mice Chronicles:

Well, I am sorry to say that we have mice in our basement. I kinda knew there was something alive down there. My dog has been going crazy the last few weeks. Whenever she went outside she would crawl under the porch and attempt to tunnel into our basement. When Lucy was inside she spent her free time sitting at the foot of the basement door sniffing. I started getting worried. You know how in the movie Signs the first hint that something is wrong is the odd behavior of the dogs. I was convinced for a while that aliens had arrived in my basement.

A few nights ago my mom went downstairs to do some laundry before bed. I was upstairs when I heard the basement door open, then my mom scream. I rushed down thinking "The aliens are here!!" My dad came down with me. My mom gathered herself and informed us of her traumatic encounter with mice. I was disappointed, I wanted to fight an alien. My dog almost knocked me to the wall and tripped my dad as she charged into the basement. I could almost hear the music in the background: "Superdog to the rescue!" Well shes not much of a superdog...she got to the bottom of the stairs, heard something in the closet, and ran back up with her tail between her legs.

The problem with this situation is that we are not dealing with normal mice here. These are hyper, super mice. Not only did they get into the sugar pack of my cotton candy maker that was in the basement but they also ate the power drink mix that was being kept in the basement. So not only are they hyper from the sugar but they have the super strength and speed from the power drink. It is not going to be easy going up against these mice.

Another annoying thing about this situation....I have to do all the laundry now because my mom is scared to go downstairs. I am so mad at these evil rodents. I'll tell ya, I hate doing laundry so if I ever come in contact with one of those little dudes they are gonna wish they were never born...or hatched...or whatever mice do.

Let me discuss with you for a moment about the joys of email. My junk filter is on low just to be careful. It does a good job, however, at getting rid of 80% of my junk mail. I empty my junk folder everyday and there are usually 25 emails daily that go into that folder. The only emails I get are from people I know or the junk mail that gives you the option to unsubscribe. I get an email and its subject reads "hi." Now I do not like to think of myself as naive...I know the tricks of spam mail. But this email address looked normal so I opened it. I have felt very safe opening emails lately....and I comfort myself in the thought that even if it is porno mail I won't see anything unless I go to the site. I guess I was wrong. In this email were three very startling images of women doing sexual things. The picture of a nude individual does not bother me, its a part of life, people get naked and I have learned to deal with that. BUT these women weren't just being naked. It is amazing how a year of feeling so innocent and pure can be destroyed by one click. Damnit I was mad. I didn't see the third picture because I scrolled down as fast as I could. I'll admit, I panicked. I didn't even think enough to delete it at first. I scrolled down thinking I could get away from the pictures easily and regather my thoughts. I scrolled to the very end of the page. It was blank with the exception of a link. It read "To unsubscribe click here." When did I subscribe?! Am I living a double life? By day an innocent teen, by night a porno freak... what the hell? I clicked and it said "Thank you bondo15x@hotmail.com, password chubawaba for unsubscribing." I was stunned. I never signed up for this and I certainly wouldn't have a password like chubawaba. Either I am a sick dudette who has a split personality or my brother has been on my email again. Which is more believable? And no....its not the former (I know you were thinking that). I am going to lay down after that traumatic experience. Oh my virgin eyes! I feel polluted and dirty and....and....AHHHHHH It was so disturbing!!!!!

What is a raisin? Small, tasty sundried treats. Just as my addiction with Macdonald's was dying down raisins came into my life. I encountered one in my kitchen. It was pleasantly plump it read "Plumper and juicer" on the raisin box next to the lone raisin. It looked up at me with those raisin eyes and said "I have 29 grams of sugar." That won me over. I picked up that little raisin and ate it. It wasn't half bad. I picked up the box and had another. I didn't want to eat to much too fast so I cut my next raisin in half. Before I knew it I was pouring those guys into my mouth 20 at a time.

Today at the caf I bought some raisins. They were in a little white box that read RAISINS. Underneath it read "seedless" in small type. Thats when a thought crossed my mind. Is there such a thing as a seeded raisin? Raisins are pretty small...do the seeds shrink with the grape? I talked online a lot about raisins this evening and I was given an idea. Rachel said I should make a seeded raisin. INGENIOUS!

Tomorrow morning operation seeded raisin begins. I am so excited! It will be an experiment. I will be the first to go where no scientist has ever gone before....the realm of the SEEDED RAISIN!

I leave you with the following thoughts:
Raisin, bet you can't eat just one
Raisin, is it in you?
Raisin, the other other white meat

Very exciting weekend. I went to New Hampsheire to visit Justine. Saturday evening we went to the county fair. It was like any other traveling carnaval except for a few unique differences. For one, they had a traveling side show..."bat boy." I wasn't aware that they had side shows anymore. I thought the whole bat boy, bearded lady era was over. Justine, her brother Matt and I were looking for a ticket booth when we heard: "Step right up and see the incredible Bat Boy! Standing 3 feet tall and only 90 pounds the 27 year old was shunned by his entire town." All three of us stopped. What was this!?! We turned to see two girls exit the tent chins dropped and eyes wide. We casually strolled over and observed the situation. I asked the two girls if it was worth the dollar the announcer was making everyone pay. They looked at me but no words came out. The man they were standing next to said "I think it is, they sounded pretty convincing." Justine and I looked at each other. What kind of joke was this? I felt really bad. This poor guy was on tour because he looked like a bat. If I looked like a bat I wouldn't go on tour so everyone could oggle over my ugliness. The three of us decided to pay a buck and see this so called "bat boy." I mean, he has already had a thousand or so people stare at him, what difference could three more make. Besides, maybe he could use the money to buy a house somewhere so he wouldn't have to travel with the carnavel any more. We entered the tent and walked causously behind the wooden wall. Sitting on a box against the wall was a small fellow dressed in black. He had tattoos down both his arms and he had a gottee that resembled upside-down devil horns. The little dude also had black rings around his eyes. The people in front of us were asking him questions. Bat boy looked up and greeted us as we entered. We all said hi. He didn't look like a bat to me. He was just a petite man who had put makeup around his eyes and worn black. Justine questioned innocently "Where are your wings?" Bat boy said he didn't have any. What a rip! No wings, no dollar. Honestly, he didn't even look like a bat. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but I can see nice guys without paying a dollar.

The other aspect that made this fair abit different was all the farm animals. There were cows everywhere! I met one too. Matt told us there was a 7 foot tall bull so we thought what the hell, he can't be worse than bat boy. When we arrived at the bull's dwelling I reached up to tentitively pet his gargantic head. When my finger came in contact with the bull's fur both of its ears flung forward. I didn't know what that meant but I didn't want to take any chances so I resumed my previous activity of just observing his gigantic eye ball. It was much larger than any other I had ever seen before. In the same neighborhood lived some swine, donkeys, and cows. Justine's dad and brother decided to go to the oxen pull. Justine and I passed. Watching a pair of oxen pull a concrete block a few inches for two hours didn't appeal to either of us.

Before the oxen pull Matt went on the pirate ship with us. The rule was: the louder you were on the ride the longer you got to ride. Well we had a group of little exciteable girls in the group in front of us so we were in line for abit longer than expected. The guy running the ride was a regular free style rapper. We watched him in the booth hollering out the directions for the ride rap style. When the ride started for the group before us the booth man started breaking it down. He was dancing in there like there was no tomorow. We couldn't stop laughing. I guess if I had to work there all day I would make the job as fun as possible too. The ride stopped for the third time and just when we thought it was our turn...the damn thing started swinging again. One of the men on the ride turned to us in the line and bellowed out "You all better go home cause we ain't ever getting off." After what seemed like an hour the screaming girls ran out of steam and the ride stopped. Some of riders staggered off...they had been trapped on that ride for over 10 minutes.

I turned around to see if there were any potential screamers behind us...I didn't want this to be the last ride I rode. We got a good seat and pulled the bar down. The ship started swaying. As soon as the first swing came Matt screeched out the most high pitched scream I had ever heard. I soon realized that he enjoyed screaming like that. I was sitting next to him and I thought I was going to loose hearing in one ear. What motivated him to do such a thing? After observing everyone in our group to see if any of them would be screamers I never thought I had to search within our group. Matt, of all people. At one point he was the only one screaming. But he was loud enough for all of us to stay on the ride for three weeks. Matt must have been messing up the booth man's groove because we only rode for 5 minutes. The ship came to a stop and over the intercom we heard "Thats it y'all, exit towards the wall. Don't be offended, your ride time has ended." This guy was off his rocker...he was the funniest ride operater I had ever encountered.

We went to lift the bar but it wouldn't budge. Everyone was getting off the ride but we were stuck. We were laughing so hard at the ride operater that we couldn't focus on lifting the bar. We are going to have to ride again, I thought. I didn't think I could have survived another scream from Matt or rhyme from operater man. If there was a hell on earth that would be it. We sat helplessly stuck in the seat still laughing. At this point we were laughing at the fact that we couldn't get out. Acually I don't even know what we were laughing about. A voice came from above; "Push down and lift." Halleighluya! I looked up for a heavenly light coming from the clouds or a figure in the sky where the vioce was coming from. But all I saw was an irrate ride operator.

I discovered something interesting later that night. You know the rides that spin you around really fast in the air? Well it really hurts when you hiccupp on a ride like that. So if you have the hiccupps than aviod those kinds of rides.

Over and out.

Have you heard of the new horror flick "Fear dot com?" It is supposedly the scariest movie ever made. The film is about a series of murders that are linked to a strange website. All the victims died 48 hours after logging on to feardotcom.com. After much thought and inner struggle I decided to visit the site. I figured if anything happened to me the movie company could be sued. I went online to get some confirmations anyway to make sure if anything did happen to me I had a few people who knew the truth. I explained to Justine and Jeff that if I died I wanted them to tell the world that it was the website that finally did me in. I ended up getting both Justine and Jeff to go to the site as well.

Feardotcom.com was actually just a site about the movie. I viewed some of the pictures, read more about the plot and watched the trailer. The trailer was so scary. I sat there being bombarded with some of the most disturbing images I had ever seen. My heart was racing, my adrenalin was pumping, my senses were overwhelmed. It was such a rush! Never before has a trailer made me feel that way. I lost Justine at the trailer. She exited the site saying it was too scary. Then there were two.

I saw an until then unnoticed link. It read "view flashsite." I clicked it. My screen went black. A syringe appeared in the foreground. It was filled with a red liquid. A shadow of a cockroach scurried across the screen. The syringe started to inject the liquid into the surrounding blackness. Everything went black again. I sat in total and utter horror. Well...I had found the site that the victims went to. An iron cage appeared in the background and slowly got closer and closer until it took up most of the darkness. Then I heard a woman's voice come from my speakers. I jumped completely out of my seat. Her soft husky seductive voice whispered "do you like to watch?" The lettering of her spoken words emerged from the darkness in blood red. On the right side of the cage a button also emerged that read "yes." A similar button appeared on the left side of the cage that read "no." Watch what? What is this woman talking about? And why is she talking like that? I didn't want to watch anything that was related to her even if it was merely an image of her making a sandwich. This is where I lost Jeff. He quickly clicked no and exited the site. Then there was one.

All this sounded familiar. Everything that had occurred at this "flashsite" was documented in the "about the film" section of feardotcom. Those who clicked yes were hurled into a deadly game of cat and mouse that ended after 48 hours. No one had ever survived. Those who clicked no were taken back to the main page and never harmed. What to do....what to do. I moved the handshaped arrow across the yes button. Live on the wild side right? Take a risk. I mean it is just a site. I clicked.

The syringe appeared again and once again injected the red liquid into the blackness. I was taken to a site. It was like the feardotcom.com one except for one difference. There was a counter across the top of the page that read 47:59:59. Red letters emerged from the darkness reading "you still have 47:59:59 hours left to live." Not good.

I exited and informed both Justine and Jeff that I didn't have much time left and that I didn't want my story to go untold. I also made sure they knew that they both inherited nothing. I went back to the site to see if the counter would go back to 48 hours if I clicked yes again. I clicked yes and found that the counter started ticking from where it left off when I exited. Well, I figured, this is it...this is the end. The only things that suggested that this counter wasn't real was the fact that the minutes went by like seconds and the hours like minutes and it would only count down when I was on the site. I was still freaked out.

That night I barricaded my dog in my room to guard me. I told her that if any woman tried to enter my room that had a husky seductive vice not to let her in. Lucy understood because no one harmed me that night. I have been counting my hours and I have 22 more to live if the counter went by real time. This very well may be the last blog entry I ever write. Farewell.

I found a picture of a marmot. The more I look at it the more bewildered I become. Sure, our heights are similar...I won't lie....I am short, and my hair has been known to friz up occationally but still I find it difficult to see a resemblance. As you view this picture ask yourself this question: "Does Maegan look like this?" Honestly...do I? Marmot

Stressful Driving experience today. My dad and I went on a few errands this afternoon and he let me drive. I am never driving again. I can't handle it. First of all I cannot go in reverse, I don't know which way to turn the wheel, and the fact that I am dyslexic does not help. It takes me three years to park, seriously. After all of these years of criticizing slow drivers and old people that go 2 miles per hour, I find that I am one. A slow driver, not an old person. Not that it is my choice, my father won't let me go more than 20 miles per hour. The whole time he does nothing but stare at the speedometer and inform me when I am over 20. I felt so bad for the endless number of cars stuck behind me. All I wanted was to blend in alittle bit, is there something so wrong with that?? I practically had a neon sign above my car reading "STUDENT DRIVER." I only wanted to drive faster than the pedestrians that were walking beside me. I asked my dad if he wanted me to drive on the sidewalk given the fact that I was going so slow. He didn't find this funny. One of my father's favorite lines "If you keep doing that, you are never going to get your license." He says this all the time and I have done nothing wrong. I didn't come to a complete stop at one stop sign and he flips out dooming me to a life of hitch hiking. Parents have no patience...

At one point while on my way to blockbuster I had this white van tailgating me. It was making me very nervous, but my dad wouldn't let me go faster. There were kids on bikes passing me. I think at one point a bird nested on my hood and laid 7 eggs. Anyway, I turn into the parking lot and the van speeds by on my right honking. What good does honking do after I am out of his way. What does he think I am going to do; stop the car; go over and apologize for slowing him down and pay him 10 bucks for his inconvenience? There was no reason to honk at me at that point. AHH it was so annoying! I couldn't help it, I have only been driving for 5 days! My dad wanted me to get out so he could go track that van down. I don't know what he thought he was going to do when he found the van but he looked angry so I didn't get out of the car. I told him it wasn't worth it. Interesting fact of the day: Do you know there are lanes in parking lots?!? Well apparently there are. I just thought I'd share that tid bit of info with you.

I park the car (yay) and I only took up one parking spot (thats always a plus). I lock the car and start to walk to blockbuster. I go to twirl the keys in my hand (that is the only neat part about driving; the ability to twirl the keys and look cool) and I find that my hands are empty. Car= locked: Keys= in car: Dad=mad. That just about sums it up. My mom had to come down with the extra set of car keys. I had to wait outside for her in the 90 degree weather while my dad picked out movies in the air conditioned blockbuster.

Now for the comic part of the story. After getting the dvds and food shopping I pull out of the parking lot and guess who I pull in front of? The white van!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I was laughing so hard. Actually I am laughing now just thinking about it. He thought he had gotten rid of me. What are the odds, honestly? My dad was like "go 10 miles per hour this time." I wish I could have seen the look on that guy's face. Serves him right for honking.

Well here I am, at home, safe from road rage and other dangers of driving. I don't intend to drive again any time soon. It is just too stressful for my little mind. I can only take so much. I think I have developed an irregular heart beat as a result of all this driving anxiety.

I got my permit today. That sounds so official. I was pretty confident when walking into the testing room. I was assigned to station number 7. By the third question my adrenaline started pumping. What if I only got 13 right? What if I failed!? What if I was destined to ride a bike forever? The way all of the incorrect answers turned red after you clicked the enter button made me abit nervous. Why couldn't they just circle the right answer? When I got to about the tenth question the red thing was really getting to me. Especially when I got a question wrong and the answer I choose turned red. I followed the advice of some kids that had already passed. They said: when asked about a penalty always choose the worst possible outcome. Oh how right they were. For example: Say you are asked this question: What can happen if you get pulled over for drunk driving? A) No penalties B) You could get your license suspended C) The officer has the right to kill you on the spot or D) The officer has the right to kill you, your family, and everyone you have ever talked to. In that situation you should choose D. Even if it seems dramatic chances are it is correct.

Now I am not one to make fun at another's expense but when the opportunity comes I must take it. A girl I know, who will remain unnamed, partly because I do not want to embarrass her and partly because I am not sure what her name is, was sitting next to me at station number six. I couldn't help but notice her struggle to advance to the next screen. She didn't realize that there were buttons under the screen so she kept tapping the monitor where it said "enter." I found this quite humorous and I almost laughed. Her continuous tapping made me feel sorry for her and sorry for anyone who happened to be out driving when she was on the road. I would have helped her but she eventually figured it out. I am assuming that she finally decided to read the screen and noticed that it said "press the enter BUTTON."

All in all it was a joyous morning at the RMV. My brother and his friend tagged along and Christian outwardly laughed at the picture on my permit slip. That reminds me! When the woman was stamping "approved" on my permit paper thingy she asked me "how old are you?" I think I gave her a shock when I said 15 forgetting that I was 16 now. She had just stamped the slip and I could see that she was wishing she had asked me that earlier. Let me mention that this was after I had gotten my picture taken, signed all the papers, paid the 15 dollars, and passed the test. The woman looked up at me and said "What?!" Realizing my mistake I replied "16, sorry, I was 15 yesterday." She looked at me suspiciously but continued getting my papers together. I noticed that her shirt read "You can't scare me, I have children." I think I did scare her when I answered that I was only 15. And the fact that I said it so calmly must have really confused her. In the end I walked out of there with a Learner's Permit with my name on it! What a morning! I am so excited I could....I could...(music starts in background; takes deep breath)...I could SING!

NICE TRY JULIE!!! Let me explain to the readers of this blog (if there are any) that Julie has once again tried to shatter my reputation. Lately Julie has been calling me a marmot. Before now, I was unaware of what it meant. "Change the name of your blog to 'leave it to marmot,'" she said. Now this is coming from someone who until recently was calling me 'gordo.' Me, being me, decided to change my blog title to 'leave it to marmot' as she said. After all it needed a better title than 'hello.' Well I was talking with a friend of mine (Justine) and I mentioned the new title. Justine said "Oh my gosh, don't name it that." I asked why and she replied with the definition of a marmot. Marmot: Any of various stocky, coarse-furred, burrowing rodents of the genus Marmota, having short legs and ears and short bushy tails and found throughout the Northern Hemisphere. Now do I look like a marmot? Do I act like one? Last time I checked I wasn't a stocky, coarse-furred, bushy-tailed rodent. And I certainly don't burrow. Well lesson learned; never use a word you don't know to describe yourself. Thanks Justine! I would have never thought to go to dictionary.com :) Oh and for the record, I was talking to Justine online so it wasn't like she knew the definition off the top of her head. I was looking over this entry and I realized I never made that clear.

Mission H2O under way! Tonight at 01200 I will quietly make my way to the neighbors pool. As soon as they fall into a deep summers slumber I will make my move. I will use the back gate as to not wake them. Then I will SWIM. I love swimming!!! As long as I am quiet the mission will be successful. Quiet I can be. BWAHAHAHA! My parents don't understand why I don't go over during the day since the neighbors have openly invited us. They just don't get it. How is that fun?! According to me life should be made as exciting as possible and simply going swimming is just not enough.

I got a burger king frozen lemonade today...I highly recommend it. A bit tart but it is cold and on a hot day you can't beat it. My dad and I went shopping today for my mom's birthday. We decided on some fun stuff...a chair...2 miniature chairs...and some other stuff I can't remember. We had fun picking out stupid stuff such as fishing rods and sponge bob boxers...things my mom would never use. I wanted to buy them and give them to my mom. Knowing my mom she would just smile and say "thank you honey; they are wonderful," even though she knows she will never be fishing with sponge bob boxers on.

Another day, another exciting occurrence. First of all, it was the last day of school :) which makes me happy. After school I went to my friend's grandparent's house who have a pool. For purposes of not naming names I will call Rachel "person A," Julie "person B," Jessica "person C" and Lea "person D." People A-D and I walk into the backyard were the pool is and person A goes to unlock the front door so we can get inside. For simplicities sake I am going to call people by their names...I am getting tired of writing "person A..B...C...ect." Rachel comes back confused explaining that the door won't open. Julie and I decide to go help open the door. We get there and Rachel opens the door without our help...not that I could help much...I don't open doors well anyways. Rachel steps inside and an alarm goes off. Julie and I panic and run away to the backyard. The alarm suddenly gets louder. To get into the backyard you have to open a door in a fence. Julie and I were desperately trying to get this door open to get to the backyard...I don't know why we wanted to get to the backyard...our relocating would not make the alarm stop. Julie starts pulling on the handle and I decide to throw myself at the wooden door....thinking maybe that will help. At that moment a woman walks by with a poodle. Probably taking her dog for an afternoon walk, she ends up witnessing this event. She looks over observing the situation....two teenagers trying to break down a fence door with an alarm sounding in the background. Julie yells out "IT WON"T OPEN!" The perfect thing to say considering the women probably already thinks we were trying to break into the house. She gives us this look but keeps walking with that little poodle at her side. While all this was happening I was thinking...great, this women is going to get to the nearest phone and report a break-in. I was hoping that she would realize that no one would be so stupid to commit such an obvious trespassing attempt and figure that we were just a couple of thick-headed children. It was an awkward position to be in. When we finally got into the backyard Jessica and Lea were playing with a couple of oversized bouncy balls. Rachel returned looking a bit frazzled and I don't blame her, I think she was traumatized. I wasn't that traumatized because of my experience in stupid situations...I tend to get myself into really dumb situations often.

Just got back from the Rhode Island tournament. It was great! Everyone got to stay in dormrooms. We went 0-4 but I had fun. The team we played this afternoon we so annoying! Honestly usually I don't get upset with other teams but I was so PISSED! They were such terds (to say in a nice way). For example: I dribble by my player and she comes running after me with this look on her face like shes on a search and destroy mission. I was like OMG IM GONNA DIE! She caught up with me and pushed me from behind with both hands. The ref told her not to do that (gee that helped). They called us names too. And they had these smiles pasted permanently on their faces. I wanted to know what was so gosh darn funny. Everytime they scored they all jumped up screaming and "ou ouing" like they'd never scored a point in their life. Another example of their annoyingness: I shoot the ball (which may I add I am very self conscious about my shooting...it is a very sensitive subject with me) and I miss. One of the players on the other team says..."that was close...oh wait no it wasn't." At this point I became quite irritated. After the game I was walking to my car and the other team is across the parking lot walking together. I look over to see them waving at me and chuckling. I wave enthusiasicly and yell "HI." One of their most annoying players yells back "HI" and mutters something that I could not hear and frankly I'm glad I didn't. My dad yells across the parking lot as well and I have to tell him to stop. Seriously WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE THEY?! I just wanted a fair game...a fun game...a game that didn't involve evil people. As a wise poet once said "Any team-ith name-ithed the 'Flames' is annoying-ith."

Finals are over and my mind has already ceased to function. Those close to me have noticed a change in me lately...whether they care or not I don't know but they have noticed I have been acting stupid lately. For example: My mom puts some noodles on the stove for me and tells me to watch them. I, being brainless, don't process this information. After about thirty minutes it starts to smell really bad. I say to myself "Gee it smells really bad." But do I put two and two together... NO. This is when smoke starts coming into the computer room. At this point I am really confused. My mom is usually a good cooker and this smoke smell thing was out of character for her. I yell into the kitchen, a little irritated, "Mom that smells horrible, I'm not eating it." My mom, seeing her house smoking comes running in flailing her arms and ranting incomprehensible words. I come into the kitchen to see my noodles are now more like small crusty black twigs. My mom sent me up to get every fan we own and continued yelling things I will not repeat here. I think she was upset. I felt really stupid (nothing new for me). I thought of what to say but there was nothing to say except....gee mom I'm sorry I almost burnt down the house.... On the bright side we got pizza. So it didn't turn out all bad.