a little musing, a little philosophizing, a little ranting, a whole lot of nothing, really.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Did you know that the human head weighs eight pounds?

I just saw Jerry Maguire for the first time and I AM SUCH A GIRL. I hate this.

Friday, April 22, 2005

Right this very second:
-a train is passing
-olive oil is in my ear.
-people are sleeping.
-my right leg is falling asleep
-my nose is itchy
-I have nothing better to do than think about the tiny things that happen every second of my day.
-I am nervous about the very near future
-I have someone on my mind. No, not them.

I worry that once I stop planning, for camp, for Australia, for school next year, for this play, for camping, for a career, for a birthday party, for reading week, for my new apartment, for all the events that arise, I will go insane. Yet it drives me insane.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

I'm a very ambitious girl. I'm also a very lazy girl.

Why did I think I could organize two big things at once???

Still... I'll succeed to some extent. Yes. Please.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Something really doesn't want me to succeed with this summer project. Well. I am going to find that thing, put it in a shopping cart and wheel it off a cliff, after it sees the best children's play it has ever effing seen. I hope.

What happened to community spirit? Why is everyone out for themselves and for money? Not everyone, I'm just frustrated.

Also, I am spending my ENTIRE day at doctor's appointments tomorrow. What a fun week home!

I did watch some fantastic Popular though.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Isn't it insane how you can't have everything you want?

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

A prof:

"You're looking very attractive today. Are you sick?"

Also...

I HAVE AN AUSTRALIA TICKET.

Also... life is too complicated.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

I get off the bus early today, so I can walk in the much needed sunshine. I come across a lemonade stand, not quite hot enough for lemonade but I'm a sucker for kids, particularly business-oriented ones. I give them fifty cents for a "medium," which is a Starbucks cup 3/4 full of a brownish liquid with one ice cube. I take it home, with no intention of drinking it. I hear the kids talking about advertising as I leave. I can't decide if it's beautiful or tragic.

As I approach my big brown building I realize I've lived here for two years. I know four neighbours, only two well enough to talk to. I'm moving soon. I must end this, it can't be good for your well-being to be surrounded by people yet never in actual contact with them. I still see people I've never seen before.

I sit on the front step for half an hour, knowing that when I go inside I'll have to study for an exam I could care less about. I see four buses go north and three buses go south. I see some bikers in spandex suits, one on a cell phone. A woman is washing something on her balcony across the street and yelling into her apartment. I see the water splash a passerby. In the half hour I sit, only one person comes up to the building, she doesn't make eye contact with me, even when I smile in what I hope is a nice way. I just wanted to say hi.

I get up to go in, can't delay studying any longer. A cute little old man is exiting, holding the door for me. He asks have I forgotten my keys? No, just enjoying the sun, it's beautiful out. My new mission? Befriend ONE person in this building before I go.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Adventures of the Overactive Imagination of Meghan

So, I have a pretty crazy imagination. I've always made up scenarios in my head where I convince myself things are true because I fabricated something that could potentially happen. None so bad as two nights ago when I actually convinced myself that I had been poisoned.

Here's how it went: an anonymous neighbour left me an easter egg on my doorstep. I was really pleased, because I found it on a stressful day, and it was a nice surprise. I put it in the apartment and didn't eat it, because haha, I didn't know who it came from and it could be poisoned.

So, a long time after Easter, I decide it's time for chocolate, and I eat this egg, after carefully inspecting the wrapping and the chocolate for signs of having been punctured with a syringe full of poison. I eat it. A few minutes pass and I convince myself that I have a stomachache. I proceed to try and make myself vomit in the bathroom. This is difficult, as I have no gag reflex and haven't thrown up for any reason in about nine years. So dammit, I'm dying from a poisoned egg, what a stupid way to go.

My friend Kyle comes over, and I tell him, "haha, I might be poisoned". He convinces me I'm not. "You need a roommate Meghan."

True story, every word. I'm a loser.

Friday, April 01, 2005

Whoa!

I'm a liar!

Also: AUSTRALIA!

Also: Bailey's!

Add to that: Wow I missed this.