This is shameless plugging, for which I am terrible sorry. This is my final project for my Whitman class: http://describing.lookingforwhitman.org/

It involves the modern global opinion for Whitman. That means I need your..opinions. So! If you love me, you should fill this out and spread it to as many of your friends as humanly possible. All you have to do is fill out the survey button, which will automatically record itself to my awesome spread sheet. Soon, it'll also hopefully hook up to a googleMap, so that you can track your responses as well as everyone else's. I need both US and abroad. You would be my absolute heroes and I will bake you cookies. Or gialla, which turned out beautifully this year :D

Cheers,
Meg

Why hello there Livejournal. It's been a while.

This is the fall semester of my junior year, and I am freaking out. One and a half more years of undergraduate left. Granted, I'm hopefully going to Grad school after (phD here I come!), but still. Grad school is an entirely different world; I have to be an adult soon and I really don't want to, especially if where I end up going means I'm going to be all alone. Also there are bills and taxes and things that I may or may not completely understand--ugh.

In other news, I have so much work to do that  I might shoot myself. For Whitman class, I'm doing a study concerning Whitman's modern global reception. This means that I am getting on as many forums as humanly possible and asking people what they think of Dear Uncle Walt--the reponses have been interesting (albeit scant) so far; on Facebook people are arguing about it. While this is totally awesome and so interesting, it means a shit ton of work. In addition to that, New Media wants a 7 page paper due at the same time as the Whitman project (which consists of a 15-20 page paper or the equivalent thereof). At the same time in New Media I am reading nearly 100 pages a go and trying to plan an ARG project in all of two weeks. Also there is a short story due that I have not even thought about. This will also be 20 pages.

Kill me. Exam week will be cake. I only have two exams and one does not involve studying. Pfft.

Speaking of Whitman class, I am so incredibly happy that I decided to stay with it. I love everyone in it, and I feel like the whole class has gotten kind of close, what with our blubbering in the LoC and such. I also want Brendon to be my new best friend because he is hilarious. When we worked on our Wound Dresser project, we ended up sitting in the Nest for 2 hours or so and talking. Yay for me..branching out, or whatever it is that I don't do well socially (i.e. everything). I'm also madly a little bit in love with Whitman, both the man and his poetry. Yesterday, we were talking about Whitman's death and how much his body was damaged by the time that he died, so he must have been in an incredibly amount of pain. Apparently, the only organ that was completely healthy was his heart. Oh, Walt. I teared up in class and hid behind my computer screen.

There are no romantic developments to speak of. I remain a creeper as always.

And there you go. Mostly I was sick of looking at my whiny, "I do not have a boyfriend and all possibilities of one are douchebags" post.

Cheers,
Meg

PS. Stefany would like everyone to know that she wants to sleep.

I'm leaving tomorrow; he's leaving sometime during the weekend, and I don't even think he's going to bother saying goodbye.

The worst part of it is that I hate myself for caring.

today is tuesday. i saw 'the wrestler'.
i ate popcorn and drank cherry coke at the movies.
i talked to my mother about lucid dreams,
she told me she is able to fly in her dreams sometimes,
that made me uncomfortable. I am lonely and
there is ink all over my fingers.
i would rather be kissing someone.

--Eric Shaw


It's rather amateur, but I just found it, and I think it's rather lovely.

He had just finished making love to her after he had discovered that she was working to get corporal punishment reinstated.


I wanted this as my subject, but alas! It was too long.

Hi everybody; I don't ever post anymore, so I figured I might as well now, despite the fact that there's still not too much to report. I spend most of my days working, and most of my nights thereafter sleeping, because work poops me out (thereby making me the most interesting person..ever).

Speaking of work, today was kind of interesting, mainly because a man with Tourette's stood outside the diner today and chased cars and seagulls. He also did several Michael Jackson interpretations. I'm not really sure what happened to him; he stayed from 8 or so 'til 11:30, but he must be a somewhat regular person. I can't imagine how Jasmine would know he had Tourette's otherwise. I also poured a mug of hot water on myself today, proving that I am the most coordinated waitress of awesome of all time.

( Whiny, whiny, whiny )


My sister's Twitter name is stupid: IdoBones. This statement is mainly to make her angry as she is sitting right here.

Oh! And I'm getting another tattoo when I get back. Cait, Erin, Megan, and I are all getting lightning bolts in white ink on the backs of our ankles. It's going to be a friendship!tattoo. I'm terribly excited. I want my feather too, but as it's not all planned out yet, I suppose that's going to have to wait.

Cheers,
Meg

PS.
The earlier quote was brought to you by a Filch/Umbridge fanfiction I found. Yummy.

I finally realized my grandmother is getting old on Thursday. Not because she's beginning to forget things, or that her hair is turning gray, or that she drives ten miles under the speed limit.

No. I fully realized her age because of this little conversation:
"I tell you, Meghan, it's like we and Russia are switching places! The--what are they called?"
"Communists, Grandmomie."
"The Communists are coming in to the country, telling us what to watch, who to watch, what we should buy! And I don't even know what Russia must be like now."

We were talking about the switch to digital cable, and I suppose making all TVs conform to this new way of broadcasting merits a new wave of Communism.

My mom got fired today. I was initially going to post another entry about our usual economic woes, but I don't really feel so into it now. Being with my mom is so..depressing right now, and she has a right to be, but I don't know if I can deal with it all. Meh. I suppose that comes with being a good daughter and all.

You know, I have to have faith that everything is going to be okay. We'll keep our house--and if not, well, we move to Grandma's for a bit. At least she won't be lonely. Everyone is (mostly) healthy, and my parents are together still.

Mom says she blames my dad, but I honestly don't see how he could have helped it much. She says it's because she wanted him to pull out from his other store before, but..I don't think a year would have done all that much more. And I certainly don't think it's blameworthy. I know she wants the store to go, but..Daddy is so much happier and healthier now that he has his own store. I want to keep him that way.

All right. Ending all of this crap now. On a brighter note, this is why Brooke is positively the shit: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=482461&op=1&view=all&subj=559318572&id=1063050513#/video/video.php?v=1142909062728&ref=nf

Yeah. That's my baby sister, bitches.

Cheers,
Meg

PS.
Someone totally drove into the Diner on Saturday. Why didn't they hit the front?

PPS.
New Orleans in t-minus 8 days.

Someone yelled at me from their car today--in the "Hey baby, lemme honk at you because you have a vagina" kind of way. I realized how truly sad I was when I restrained from flipping them off, and instead vindicated myself by posting a nasty status on facebook.

Oh, dear.

PS.
I'm pretty sure Emily is a boy. Should I just keep calling her/him "Em," or what?

"Every Bodies" is not the proper way to denote a contraction. Let's try: "Everybody's."

Oh Tropical Smoothie, how thou hast wounded me.

Straight As and a pass in Calculus. Fuck yes, Mary Washington. I have conquered you. Fuck yeah.