cHeAp WiGs

2002-10-11T08:19:00.000-04:00

Last night I had to vacuum the floor of a record store, whichwas fun considering I got to crawl under the the feet and legs of neo-hippie bastards, and be pushy while on all fours. And I was listening to Cha Vez, which made everything blissful. I think I just might end up mopping Siren's floor. It's so dirty. But, the people that work there are surprisingly clean, except me. Of course.

Today I'm in a pickle. Some friends of mine are going to some weird house, where two people were murdered in the 80's. To. Smoke. I'd go, really I would--but considering the fact I'm scared of everything, and out of respect to the couple that got shot at some weird "haunted" house in Lanchaster, I'm going to find something else to do. But, I'm sleeping over one of those friends'ss house, so she'll be high, and I won't. I wonder how that will go over.

I used to smoke. I still do. I just used to, too.

2002-10-11T08:16:00.000-04:00

I think I just might, copy and paste some of my live journal entries over to here. That's how cool I am.

{That's how cheap I am}

2002-05-22T22:56:00.000-04:00

This one goes out to Lynn.

" turn right onto rt 313 (heading towards route 263), about 1-2 miles down 313 at the bottom of a dip in the road, there is a road on your left, robin road, you'll notice this big satelite dish on the corner...I am the first house on the left, blue house...3624...you can't miss it "

Those are the directions I got for a party this Saturday. What should I do?

2002-04-06T23:32:00.000-05:00

Has anybody ever been so in love that? That they wanted to die? But, you know, in a happy way?

I really wish this obsession meant something. If only my love was directed in the direction of somebody my age, and of course willing to date a not-so-knock out like myself. But it's not. Instead it's directed to an adult, prepared for college--a pre-college student rockstar. I want to die. Do you hear me?

I'm so fuckin in love. I should stop there, but I'm so inlove I won't. I'll just keep on typing nonsense, you know, let it all out. It wasn't always like this. It was never like this. Something has changed. I had a dream, and I'm curious to know if it meant something. This guy. When he looks at me. My world stops. It feels. So great.

Of course everyone feels this way, right? My feeling, this unexplainable lust is just a common phase billions of teenagers have gone through? I'm just a statistic and this means nothing?

Damn. I really think I have something here. It's crazy. I'm involved in craziness.

2002-04-05T22:56:00.000-05:00

I could do another "rant about rockstars", really the temptation is unbearable, but apparently the topic is dry and repetitious. So, something new for this evening? Aye. How about this. I'll do something live journal like, something BLOG like--what did I do today? Oh wouldn't you like to know...

I went to school. I was so tired, I felt drunk. Drunk as cats. Cats get drunk, too. After school I hung out with Tim. Wait. First, I discussed a knocked over plant in the hallway with Tartar sauce. Apparently he liked the plant. It had taken a bad fall, blocking the entrance of the chorus room and leaving dirt all over the hallway tile. It was exciting indeed. It would've been better if he cried.

After hanging out with Tim. I went home. I dance in front of my mirror to Belle and Sebastian, the Talking Heads and of course Modest Mouse for what seems hours. I really think I'm a rockstar, a real wily one with looks and a tude the size of big tuna Texas. But I'm the only one that sees that. And, of course, I only see that in my mirror. After a quick clean of things in the area I occupy, I went into town. I strolled. I toddled. I made my way to Travis's house, where we tickled each other to near death and wrestled like little maniacs of kindergarten, left Travis's house and bought a CD at Siren. Went to the park with Gill, Ellen, Kenney, Dorka, Bob and Joe. They gave me doughnuts. I played on the swings like a little girl, and and and and... Ate more doughnuts. Once they all started pairing up and playing spider on the swings, I decided it was time to jet. So it goes.

I strolled. I toddled. I loitered. I wondered around town. Nobody, nobody nobody. No Aaron, AJ, Tartar sauce--nobody. Just me and the biting cold, and of course some old ladies. I think I have to find a new, hip cool alternative. Town's losing it's flav, or is it I?

Oh, I did spot a rockstar in town. She had been crying. I wanted to go up and cheer her up but my hands were too numb.

2002-04-05T00:19:00.000-05:00

If I only I were grand enough to hang out with the rockstars. You know, those rockstars? There always around, getting a band started, hanging out talking about bands that they're getting started. Yeah. THOSE rockstars. It's such a shame they distance themselves from little insomniacs like myself, for I'm on the verge of becoming--not a rockstar, but a musician.

Glory. There's some ideas brewing. Ideas brewing, and Tartar's CD's brewing. Well, if you call copying a CD brewing a CD. Indeed, Tartar will have both Belle and Sebastian and Syd Barret in his little boney hands by the morrow. Looks like I will be molding him like an ugly lump of clay. Sad world when the boy you love is a blank sheet of paper, eh? Course he's good at the heart and has motivation like you wouldn't believe. Look at him get up. Wow boy, settle down.

I wish you could explain guitar solos with words...it'd probably look like this:

Bow, bicka bow bow benchwo wicca wicca owyy teowza oboyy oa abicka bicka now now now nerrraow.

You rockstars feelin' me?

2002-03-27T10:47:00.000-05:00

Maybe some got me wrong, I love my mom. Cause I'm cool. And she wakes me up in the morning for school.

2002-03-27T10:46:00.000-05:00

I'm at school. Cause I'm cool, I'm in school--cause I don't do drugs. Cause I'm cool. And I go to school.

I had a dream last night that I was in a parking lot with all these smokers, and my mom pulls up and screams at all of them. So I gave 'er one. And they cheered...So I gave 'er another. And sooner or later here I was beating the hell out of my mom and laughing.

I feel guilty

2002-03-23T23:35:00.000-05:00

I got it out.

While I was at the movie, this guy kept starring at me. He looks like a cat. I know him, really I do--we've talked, he's intellectual and well rounded and defintely unavailable to me. But, he waved. He looked. He smiled. I think I'm inlove, for the moment, because I'm bored and HEY! Welcome to my dollhouse.

So we looked, I waved. I smiled. Then, I left and giggled.

The significance of this story escapes me as for now, but if you find any hidden philosophical meaning in the following choppy narrative, give me some smack money. Thanks.

2002-03-23T23:29:00.000-05:00

So I saw Monsoon Wedding tonight. I want to be an Indian Woman. Really, I do.

Tartar sauce never came on. I doubt he ever will.

So there's this dark temptation on the prowl. I saw Sid and Nancy, and ever since then I've been jive talkin' en walkin', and cravin. It's like 75 watt light bulbs, burn baby burn. I told this guy, and he said it was ok. I doubt the bastard meant it, he was whacked out. I missed Honeychurch. They played at a bar, but I'm too young for a bar. So I stood outside and listened as their guitars swooned and organs jittered, the drunks dramatically cheering with all their not-so-young-anymore anger. Rock on, you son of a bitch. It's been like three years since you graduated college and here you are, in Doylestown. Getting drunk at Kelly's bar and grill. Listening to Honeychurch.

I think there's something in my teeth.

Here, let me get it out.

2002-03-23T01:25:00.000-05:00

Sigh, blogs. I love blogs.

So I'm waiting for Tartar sauce to come on. I wonder if he ever will--and if he does, I'll ask him how many tacos he wants. Because we all want tacos.

This is crazy. I'm involved it craziness. Over the span of what, a week? I have felt attracted, or noticed a certain amount of lust radiating off me brain into the depths and crevices of mens eyes, eh. Should I stop right there, or continue? I shall proceed. So yeah. Guys. Men. Boys. It's all a bunch of crap. I feel as if I've betrayed myself, considering the fact all my friends are guys, and that automatically means that I shouldn't be attracted to best friends. It's kind of like how punk is dead, except without the safety pins and fat lips, and fat...girls?

Why did punk have to go, huh? Why did my pro-virgin, anti crush frenzy have to go as well? Aye, so it goes they say. So it goes.

I really need to stop thinking aboot boys.

I think I'll listen to some jazz and let my feet do some talking. Oh what's that you say, leftie? Thanks for the advice.

2002-03-17T22:59:00.000-05:00

I love Belle and Sebastian. I really do.

I also dig this kid, Tartar sauce for the time being. Tartar looks like Christopher Guest. He is among the best. I'll come back once we've connected. Then I'll have something fruity to talk about.

Isn't that what you people expect of me? Huh?

I'm putting vocals to this guy's guitar music. He's good. Hopefully we'll make something revolutionary. I have to go, my Mom is desperate for my love and attention.

Just like Tartar.

2002-02-13T20:58:00.000-05:00

The basic difference between classical music and jazz is that in the former the music is always greater than its performance--whereas the way Jazz is performed is always more important than what is being played.

Hey man, Jazz will endure as soon as people hear it through their feet instead of their brains.

2002-01-03T19:29:00.001-05:00

Sure, I'm kiwi flavoured but I still feel like dieing.

2002-01-03T19:29:00.000-05:00

I feel like dieing.

2002-01-02T23:39:00.000-05:00

I really want a spicy chicken sandwhich, with mayo. Oh yeah, and fries.

2001-12-29T19:45:00.000-05:00

I, uh, didn't eat mexican food. Instead I researched Elijah Wood and found out he's 6 years older than I, smokes cigarettes, likes Radiohead and owns over 600 CD's and hates the movie Pearl Harbor. He says movies like that are shit.

I think it's ok to become very publice about this.

:::thinks about the motion picture "Flipper":::

Maybe not.

2001-12-29T19:40:00.000-05:00

You know what really zaps lonliness right in the ass? Heavy breathing. And, talking to yourself. Sure you may still be lonely, but not as lonely as you would be in pure silence.

I think I have a crush on Elijah Wood. I feel guilty about it, really, so nobody actually knows. I also have a giganto crush on Luke Wilson-- but that, everyone knows as I make it very public. But Elijah Wood. How can anyone admit having a crush on Elijah Wood?

Oh my oh me. What to do. Ah, go eat lovely mexican food.

2001-12-20T22:50:00.001-05:00

Kissy Kissy.

2001-12-20T22:50:00.000-05:00

Somebody misses me, right? If so, why not give me a link?

2001-12-20T22:49:00.001-05:00

I haven't posted for a while. Feels good.

Oh, it's time to shut up? Oh. OK.

ROCK Portishead!

2001-12-20T22:49:00.000-05:00

I don't even think I ever wrote in a post FUCK or Dave Foley, but thank god for the glorious misunderstanding.

Fuck! Foley! Dave! MP3!

Oops. Here comes dozens of referrals. Ha ha haha.

2001-12-05T09:59:00.000-05:00

I'm at school. Listening to Radiohead. Wanting a burrito.

Sweet sweet Mexican food...drool.

Alright, I guess it's time to talk about philosophical theories and revelations, right? Well, I just figured something out recently. I'll tell ya. Different names will be used, considering the circumstances.

So there's this girl. Let's say her name is Lisa for the moment... then there's this guy. I want to use Pierre, but I think it's more safe to call him David. [Cough, Newsradio moment] And then there's me.

I have had a crush on this BOY for a while now, but I also fancy David as an attractive young bloke with a smooth style and interesting taste. He fancy's me as a young girl with attractive looks and good tastes, but he's also had a crush on Lisa for a while now.

Scratch the 'crush', we're both obsessed. Me with the boy, him with Lisa. But, we're both searching for an alternative drug that will wean us of this obsession, this heroin to the human mind. I know that sounds ridiculous, but in order to get over an infatuation you can't think about something else, you have to think of Someone else.

I followed the BOY around. David followed Lisa around.

David was convinced he was truly, madly in love in Lisa.

I was convinced I was truly, madly in love with the boy.

Wouldn't this just work out perfect? David and I, dating each other, liking each other but not admitting how much we miss our old infatuations-- but no complaints. We like each other second best. And the both of us have nothing to do with each other's infatuations, therefore the weaning process will be much easier. Sooner or later everything will be ok and we can form our own little world of happiness and heartbreak, right? Lying in bed together, thinking of eachother yet still thinking of someone else? Feeling free to vent, but still have a make out session right after we poured out our hearts on how much we wanted our infatuations to love us?

I can imagine it all now.

Too bad David moved, and he's three years older.

Sheesh.

2001-11-30T00:02:00.000-05:00

Today was full. Boy was today overflowing.

Well, I spent the whole day online actually, but it was still eventful. I began to e-mail a lot of the bands that I hope will play at my upcoming show, and talked to some intellectual lowrider from Wormbath who wouldn’t believe the fact I was 13. Real sweet kid he was, 23 years of age and in the filmmaking game. I'm surprised he even talked to be for as long as he did--child molester maybe? Lonely 12 year-old-boy wishing he were apart of Wormbath? The world will never know UNTIL the next Wormbath show, because this sweet kid claims his the Merch Boy. (I'm thinkin' Where's the merchandise'?) Speaking of the next Wormbath show: I am making the flyer. It is going to have some weird face, a Kid in the hall typeface, on the body of a dinosaur marching through a city. Yes, you heard right. No, you're imagining it wrong. Ya see; the dinosaur isn't really marching. We just think it is.

Enough of that poor-point-making nonsense.

Now to a different type of poor-point-making nonsense. I'm making a movie, ya see. It's gonna be a cross between The Karate Kid and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Genius, eh? [Wait ‘il you see de cova!] Basically it's a dark comedy, with cheap laughs and cheap effects, made by a company entitled cheap wigs. Could this film be any better?

Come on people! Don't you remember the Karate Kid?!?!?!

2001-11-28T01:19:00.000-05:00

I really still would like to know what Jello Biafra would do in my situation. Really.

So I decided to take easy today. You know, not work on important assignments that are 30% of your GPA. Instead I watched Spinal Tap with Travis and beat him at ping-pong, twice. [Although he did beat me at wrestling, twice. Hmm.] Then I had dance. My muscles still hurt. My teacher's flamboyantly gay voice screaming out orders still echoes in the back of my head.

"Come on!"

"Toe's out!"

"Back straight!"

"Chin up!"

"Lift leg!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Penis!!!"

I know he didn't say 'penis'. But I sure wish he did.

Sigh.

2001-11-28T01:05:00.000-05:00

I really shoud be sleeping...but oh...

Online Quizes.

2001-11-28T01:02:00.000-05:00

Yummy.

2001-11-28T00:54:00.000-05:00

I am 76% EMO.

Emo ROYALTY!
Holy gee whilikers... I am as emo as it gets... I will try to cheer the heck up and stop wiping my nose on my sweater...

Take the EMO Test at Fuali.com!

Ha! Take that Megan!

Wait...I don't think I should be proud..

2001-11-27T02:57:00.000-05:00

This blog needs happiness.

Reasons to be happy:
1. I bought the Sigur Ros CD that I have wanted for a while, and had change to go discuss it over a pizza with "Jobe" {Mystery homeles boy...}
2. Talked to a Frank Zappa look-a-like about Converse shoes and the like. Felt good.
3. Bought a beautiful copy of the book "Walden" by David Thoreau, with newspaper clippings in it from 1939.
4. Screamed "Woobaz, Woobaz, Woobaz!" at the top of my lungs in the middle of court street.
5. Some modern intellectuals invited me over into their little conversation area and said I was funny.
6. I saw Space Ghost last night. Felt great.
7. I bought the Q and not U CD with somebody elses money.
8. I still haven't made Sarah's birthday card.
9. Wow...

Wait a minute...kinda got off track there.

Enough of my silly attempts to get out of this slump of depression.

How overly dramatic I am.

I'll be back with news of a good report tomorrow, I swears it.

2001-11-27T02:43:00.000-05:00

It's so funny how someone can have two states of mind -- both very similar, dealing with the same situations, but with one thing different. They both want something different.

I'm going to take the time I have, it being 2:00 in the morning AND ALL, and explain what I'm going through, with both my states of mind.

State of mind #1: Falls in love with a boy.
State of mind #2: Falls in love with a boy.

1: Becomes infatuated with this boy, loves this boy, and follows this boy trying to get to know him.
2. Becomes infatuated with this boy, but realizes 4 years is a big age gap.

1. Gets hurt, and decides to take over the brain for a month.
2. Gets hurt, and while being taken over by state of mind number one, tries to find some alternative plan of healing.

1. Decides to take a break while dreaming of the boy.
2. Searches for new love interest to get mind of boy.

1. Finds boy's brother. Key to seeing the boy more often.
2. Finds boy's brother. Starts to really like him...

1. Gets to know boy more through brother.
2. Falls in love with brother, with thoughts of the boy as some evil demon lingering in the background.

1. Thinks, "You stupid bitch -- great way to get over a boy, dating his fuckin brother! You disturbing idiot!"
2. Thinks back with, "Hey, I'm gonna like his brother more in the end...I'll be free from his evil clutches...you dirty whore! STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!"

1. You know you love this boy...don't break up with his brother or else you won't be able to see him anymore!
2. Break up with his brother; you've had enough of this family already. But...

1. But you won't be able to see this boy.
2. And I really do sincerely like his brother...

1. So stay with his brother and see the boy.
2. Stay with his brother and get over the boy.

1. You love this boy and he'll love you too...
2. You hate this boy; look how much he hurt you.

Hey. What Would Jello Biafra Do?

2001-11-27T02:15:00.000-05:00

I know how it is.

I know how it is, really. People really don't want to sit down and get to know a 13 year old, or take the time to say Hi to them no less. 13 year olds are easy targets, to make fun of to get a decent laugh. One 13 year old that is beyond her peers is considered CUTE. Real cute. This whole prejudice thing that older teens hold against 13 year olds really goes back to the fact of remembering how immature and unsure of themselves they were at that age. But the 13 year olds that are sure of themselves are passed by as the same thing. The same unsure pre-teen, who shouldn't be out past ten...or date someone older. This hurts, this stereotypical image my age group is stuck with -- and there's no way to pass it. I know by 17 I wouldn't hang out with a 13 year old. But at this age, 13, why can't I hang out with a 17 year old? I admit I hang out with people much older a lot, but usually they're hippies or druggies. They're the ones that don't care. They think I'm 16. Then when I tell them my real age for the umpteenth time they laugh real loud and move on. They don't care as much as those MODERN INTELLECTUALS. The modern intellectuals that I can never be friends with. Sure we would mesh. Sure we like the same things and share the same opinions. But they don't want to take the time to get to know me, or whatever I stand for, because I'm cute. I'm cute, young, and am stuck with people who ARE what modern intellectuals used to be, and who they never want to be again.

Yeah, I understand this completely. Really.

I think it's better if people don't know my age-- not everybody's a druggie hippie and enjoys my kids in the hall obsession.

Man I sure feel 12.

2001-11-20T14:56:00.000-05:00

I woke up this morning to my mother hovering naked over my bed saying, "Get your ass out of bed, damnit!"

I couldn't even talk. I just squeaked and she replied, "Oh. I see how it is! GROUNDED!"

Back to sleep

Then I dreamt as I missed school. As I missed an important French test and Science quiz :)

I was with some guy friends of mine...Travis, Dusty, Owen and I think Ben or Nick...just these crazy childrens. And then there was Kevin Eiser. I don't even know the kid, but for some oddball reason he was there following us. We all decided to have a lot of fun and upon doing so we stumbled upon a big mansion. Luke Pierce's house. [Kid that is the spittin' image of Dave Foley]

We decided to break an entering; we went into his room -- which was ridiculously huge. We fished about and somehow got separated, and I found myself in this big recreational area. There was a couch and some guy sitting on it watching TV, eating pizza. I ran over and saw that it was some Jock-- Reed Brown to be exact-- He saw me, then threatened to tell Luke's dad. Then I said,” Well, Why are you here?" and he's like, "I live here" and then came the temptation. I wanted the pizza really badly for some reason. So I punched Reed and took a piece, and it burned my mouth...and...And...And

And I was on the run. Running away from Luke's father. There were many different courtyards in the mansion and they all had different themes. As if to turn into a snake, I silvered across them all, blending in with the theme of each courtyard. Strange.

Then right as I reached the gate I jumped up, but accidentally tripped and fell into the spa that lay before me. Eeeek. Big splash noise. Trouble breathing. Got up, managed to run, and remembered the other boys still up there in Luke's gigantic room. Then I saw them all running on the lawn with no one else but WHO leading them...MY LONG LOST COUSIN DOUG! [The one who's in jail]!

I met up with them, ran up to Doug and hugged him to death, then asked how they found Doug. Doug then replied: "I came into the house thinking I'm gonna fuck the first thing I see, but then I saw Kevin Eiser." We all said OOOOOOoOoOh together in unison.

Then I kissed Doug, exchanged phone numbers and bragged about my snakish escape, then vanished into thin air.
I really miss Doug already. I haven't seen him for 4 years now...wooo-wooo.

I really ought stop eating them magic stars before I go to bed, eh? I'm not even going to get into the dream I had about Owen a few nights ago.

Hee-bee jeebee.

2001-11-19T23:19:00.000-05:00

I finally contacted the teen task force and they're going to let me put on my own show. [Whoopee!] I have the flyer down...but the matter of the bands, date and other details are fuzzy...I'm guessing winter, although that's going to suck...but us Doylestown children need another decent show. There's a meeting tomorrow that the teen task coordinator said I should attend. I am scared. It's THE BAND JAM meeting, filled with those psycho anarchists that usually put on the shows-- I'm guessing that I'll blend in juuuust fine.

Tomorrow's gonna be a mother-fuggin big pill to swallow. I have school, Women's Ensemble practice, The Band Jam Meeting, Dance class, improvisational class, and of course Travis's ass to tend to. Yikes...maybe I shouldn't be blogging about useless Natalie-crud at 11:00? Ah, so goes it. I'm enjoying not IMing somebody I really want to IM.

Really, I'm enjoying watching his screen name under my CUDDIES list sit there in silence.

Oh.. Oh…what? Aw. He signed off.

I really wanted to not talk to him some more.

2001-11-19T23:07:00.000-05:00

There's some nasty wasty gunk in my trachea.

2001-11-18T00:49:00.000-05:00

Did I say I was back for good? Never believe an anarchist. [Note: I am not an anarchist. But really, don't believe an anarchist.]

I went to a punk show tonight. But first, the beginning of my day...

Started off with me waking up in the wee hours of 10:00 [ouch] then cleaning for my mother and eventually cleaning myself by indulging into a long luxurious shower with mango soup. Then, I got dressed and ready to go to work. Upon noticing how horrible my roots look [FYI: I dyed my hair black and now I have brown roots] I pulled out the old ROOT CRAYON. I then put it under the faucet and basically colored my roots. Later was I to find out that the stuff melts and stays in your hair like hardcore wood glue...but ah, so it goes.

I went to work, took tickets, chatted with some old people...watch this new girl work and spill popcorn all over herself...It was grand. During my break I bought three CD's where I critiqued them with Travis [my dear close friend], Dusty [Kid with 6 inch Mohawk], Travis's father [no comment], Travis's brother James [definitely no comment], and James's friend Cody [Lead singer of "Let's Play Doctor"]. First we listened to the White Stripes. We were harsh, although I admit I wasn't in the mood to put up a fight with some things I actually did enjoy, and nobody else did. Then we listened to Stereolab for 3 minutes and James took it out, complaining he'd "had enough". I kept my mouth shut of course.

OK...on to the show...later on I walked to the show with Travis, listened to some crap bands that opened the show, got depressed and mad...and all the stuff you never think will happen at a show, but then Let's Play Doctor came on. Oh, goodness. They played very well, Cody was OK...I guess...cough cough cough. He's never going to read this, nor care, so let me say he sucked dog's cocks for dimes. But it was still great nonetheless. Then, Senile City Reunion came on and stole the show. I was planning to mosh my ass off that night, but instead I watched from a far until the ex-lead singer of the band Oubliette came up and grabbed me by the neck, yanking my helpless little body right into the middle of the sweat pit. OooOh, what energy. I went crazy, until some tart turned the lights on and I knew everyone could see the fact that my hair-root-stuff was dripping down the side of my face. OooOh, what sexiness. I continued, and hurt my jaw so bad that I lisped on my way home. For some reason everybody thought I was just trying to be funny, saying such things as, "Ha. You should, like, be a comedian." Oh should I? Maybe I'll get hurt more often.

After the show I went home and listened to the Jitterbug like 15 times.

OooOh, the energy.

2001-10-30T16:08:00.000-05:00

Yes, emotional hardcore persons unite!

These damn superhero tites don't fit for shit.

::emotional hardcoreness::

2001-10-29T15:45:00.000-05:00

Hey...I'm back for good. Instead of rambling on about what I've been up to for the past few months, I'll pretend I've been posting...daily. Much easier on my part :)

My only question is....What was he wearing? Delicious, I must say. That's always been a dream of mine...going to a punk show, meeting this beautiful boy [Preferably THAT BOY I talked so fondly of during the summer] and talking about film and music. The things I can only talk about with a few people...unfortunately not many. Then we'd run off into the woods and smoke some hash. Or something. [I'm not a druggie, mind you.]

2001-10-21T21:42:00.000-04:00

Wow! What the hell? I'm posting. Yes, fries are half off if you buy the damn Pepsi. No, I don't work at McDonald's. Although, I need a job. Badly. But instead I'll be blowing the extra cash my Mother gives me on male prostitutes. Ha, I'm joking. Seriously. [Geez] I need some pushy pushy in my life...this lazy hippie attitude has not only prevented me from getting decent ass, but nothing accomplished. Those films I planned to make during the summer? Down the 'effin drain, grandma. I wasted my summer on other social things that I thought would benifit myself at the time.

I should stop posting before I start making too much sense, no?

Ok.

Stops Posting

2001-08-29T00:54:00.000-04:00

Where's the love?

2001-08-29T00:33:00.000-04:00

Isn't there a darker grey?

2001-08-28T03:18:00.000-04:00

God I can't fix my template.

2001-08-21T01:12:00.000-04:00

A new template for the very drunk Natalie --Megan

2001-08-10T01:20:00.000-04:00

Wow. I really need to learn how to spell.

Wow. This blog template is getting old. New Picture? No.

Wow. This whole obsession thing is getting old. But do I care? No.

Being as shy as I can be really doesn't help my situation.

I feel so terrible.

2001-08-09T01:59:00.000-04:00

Rereading the last post makes me want to make things more clear. Mmm-hmm. I know That Senior's name and a lot about him in fact. I just choose not to bore you, oh faithful Megan [er, reader] you. [NOTE TO SELF: You will appeal to a larger audience by leaving out specifics...hmm.] Aw yes, and I know his name. But it's too confusing since his name is so sacred. Yes, sacred. Oh, who am I trying to kid? I'm scared somebody in a 5 mile radius of me is reading this, and telling the oh so sacred Senior Boy my secrets!

I, uh. I wish.

Straying off the topic of unhealthy obsessions with older men:

I am so excited about the Battle of the Bands concert this Friday. Everyone is going to be there. [Including the infamous Dan and Sacred Senior] 'Tis going to be splendid. Although I must admit, I'm not REALLY going for the music. Sure I'm a groupie of Josh's and "Temperance [who will be performing that night] and excited to see "Codee Smith's Dance Team", but I'm looking forward to socializing with people I haven't seen since the school year. Kurt Cobain once said the real music fans usually end up being musicians. Well, I sure as hell a music fan! I just can't afford a bass, and get excited about a bunch of bands I've never seen play. Aw, if only I won those Radiohead tickets.

Oh yeah, I went to NY today and bought some vintage clothes. Overpriced, as usual. I don't know why I waste my money... it's almost the same stuff as salvation army except it doesn't smell like chicken soup. Well, the three shirts I got kick ass, and my two belts are rocking. That is all for now, I must sleep. Homeless boys Jason and Dustin are coming over my house to work in my yard for Mula. Briana and I made silly jokes about putting them in thongs and making them get us lemonade while we inspect there weed pulling while lounging in lawn chairs. I can see it now..."Bend over Dustin, you ah...missed somethin'..." We're providing some lunch for them, 8$ an hour and of course and free showing of Kids in the Hall: Brain Candy! [Their request] Dustin also wants to watch Simpson’s since boy hasn't seen TV for months now. AH, I wish they could spend the night...but tomorrow night I'm going on a blind date. Mack. My first blind date. I am not looking forward to it at all. The boys' name is Sam. Why kind of name is Sam? Grr, it's actually a good name. I'm just trying to make this whole date thing sound miserable. Eck, I'll go with the flow and post about it later. UNTIL THEN! Goodnight damnit!

FINALLY

2001-08-08T02:16:00.000-04:00

I didn't want to post because this picture of the lead singer of Blur is so damn pretty. Really.

Truthfully my friends, I have NOT had the time. Between play rehearsals and shows, punk concerts, band jams, town gatherings, good ol' fashioned stalking and hardcore company...I've been distracted. My long time friend Briana from California has been out here in PA for the last week, and we have been chilling. Yes. CHILLing.

Catching up with Briana is a trip. I really missed her. We still make each other mad as hell, then make each other laugh hysterically. She's also really understanding. She's been helping me through my obsession. Well, trying to help. Oh, the obsession? Whoa, so much has happened. I don't know where to begin. Aww yes, the PUNK SHOW.

Briana and I decided to attend the punk show in dirty, laid back attire. She was wearing my vintage "Coke Is IT!" shirt and I in my too-small, see-through Garfield pajama shirt. We looked kickin'. We got there, met up with a coupla new friends [Dan being one of them. Coolest harmonica player EVER]. Then, as if a magnetic field were tugging on my braces, I slowly turned around. There he was, in all he's scrawny, unshaven nerd rock glory. That Senior And you know what? He was looking at me too.

I quickly looked away. How could I make perfect eye contact with such a God? For Christ sakes I've been waiting to see him for over a month, and he appears right next to me when I happened to have been making a complete fool of myself dancing. Instead of thinking about the embarrassment, I thought on the bright side.

I don't know this guy at all...maybe he likes dancing?

He moved into a far corner to listen to the OKish punk band onstage. I sat on a couch and drooled. I told everyone, "He's here!" and 'everyone' was like, "Who?" and I said as solemnly and calm as I could, "Oh...nobody." I stared at him for hours. Well, minutes. I'd look away once in a while to jump back into conversation with people, but I'd always turn back. Sometimes he would look at me too, then look away. Then I started thinking too much. Could it be? Could this boy be attracted to me? Or, maybe he is noticing my staring and casually looking back to see why. Or maybe he wasn't looking at me...was he staring at Briana? Will he be attracted to Briana? Have all my chances just been cut down by half? Here I am, cute...but not gorgeous, sitting next to a beautiful young woman resembling a super model. He probably was looking at Briana. But then why would he turn and look at me?

Don't get bored with me here. You all know those questions. You think you're doing yourself a favor by figuring things out, but the situation turns out to be deeper than you thought. Then you're drowning in questions and curiosity...and desperateness. Feels like breakfast food.

I got to talk to him later on that night. But I played it cool. I flirted with the bouncer of the show to catch his attention, or was it the beautiful Briana who caught his eye? He invited the both of us to Battle of the Bands, a show he was performing at this Friday. I jumped to the idea and told him about the band I knew that was playing there. We gradually eased out of conversation when a bunch of little punks came over and began to talk to us.

One little punk was obviously in love with Briana, talking to her and flirting, but he despised me. I knew the boy from school and I acted corky around him to get a rise. Being the hardcore punk boy he must be, he thought I was stupid. But the fact that Briana had some converse shoes, they had plenty to talk about. That Senior jumped in to. I was obviously kicked out of the circle. An invisible link. I tried to say one or two things, but nobody heard. I once did make That Senior laugh, which made me blush furiously. What a laugh. He made me laugh too...damn that boy made me laugh. Oy.

I continued to observe the situation, but the emotionless Senior didn't give much signs. I decided to expect the worst. Yes, the boy was head over heels for Briana...and I was that silly little girl that had a Canadian accent. I've seen him a couple more times since then, I've caught him staring at me...or Briana, I still can't tell. This voice inside me is saying...He's using your style, flirt with their friend to get to them...this boy could love you. You saw the way he moved over to the couch next to yours. But then this harsh sense of reality is saying You think too much, and you stalk grown-up boys! Who am I to believe? Is there still hope? Are those unexplainable glances of curiosity really passion and lust? Are you getting in the way of he's view of Briana? Do you just look plain ass stupid? I don't think I will ever really know until the next time I see him. I've got some damn conversatioatingnest to do. I mean talking; I've got some damn talking to do. To this boy. Yeah. I'm going to figure him out. Sure.

I need to sleep. And think about something else other than his hilarious pelvic thrust dance move...um.

2001-07-27T01:29:00.000-04:00

BLUR.

2001-07-27T01:28:00.000-04:00

dddddddd

2001-07-27T01:17:00.000-04:00

Mark McKinney had a what?

Oh my.

::scurries off to think:::

2001-07-26T17:23:00.000-04:00

Megan, You're funny too. 62% gay? Yes.

Here am I, in a Library listening to Blur and trying to catch up with Blogging. My computer caught a nasty virus indeed, so I decided to hide my hideous, tired face in a Library. Right IN town. I really wanted to go into town, since I got back I haven't been there as much as I should. It's all been sleepless nights thinking too hard, but not about the right things...trying desperetly to get Radiohead tickets, and dreaming about That Senior. I haven't really gotten to catching up with the town rats; I just feel so OUT THERE. Wait, maybe it's this music...um...::changes song:::

Yes indeed it was the song. Well, I plan to go into town a lot this upcoming weekend, for that's when Kelley is getting back from the shore. Her and I share the same fascination with TOWN. Yeah. I'm getting boring too quick..

Oh yeah, funny story: I found That Senior's house. Yes. Somebody had told me the color and type, so I decided to stroll around the neighborhood to catch a glipse of it. No, I wasn't stalking, it was mere convinience. Town was boring that day and the neighborhood was supposedly right next to where I was fretting and being bored. I sat down on a patch of grass in that old time, hardcore Pennslyvanian neighborhood and looked around. I turned my head to see what house's lawn I was resting on and realized it was his house. And his car was in the driveway. Shiist! I got up and ran away. Then came back and casually walked by....again, and again. Around the fifth time I realized I wasn't gonna get a good look at the house as I was trying to pretend that I was playing an imaginary gameboy. So I hid behind a bush. I felt it was perfectly ok to hide behind a bush next to your true love's house and just...observe. Hey! I was bored! Well, unfortunently my stalking instincts paid off. As I peared into the window I was caught by some mystery woman, I got up [so my whole body and structure were inview, mind you] And scurried away as fast as I could! Well, rolled away. I had my special wheely shoes on. I can't even begin to imagine the ladies reaction.

Fin.

2001-07-23T04:12:00.000-04:00

Well, California trip anyone?

Yes, it's true; I'm back and in the mood to Blog. I usually type loud a furious [oh, and fast] but it's late and I mustn’t keep Mummy up...and... I'm feeling British. Yes you read right you Blog attic you! I'm feeling unexplainably proper and prim. More on this later. For now, a recap on the not-so-pleasant trip to my homeland. Woo!

It started off with a smart little visit to my family up North. Northern California, that is. Not much to say except my grandmother continues to dislike me and all I stand for. Note to self: Prove self by singing, "I've seen it all" in a goose dress on National Television.

After that agonizing visit I wobbled my way down to sweet sweet LA. LA, sweet? No. Absolutely fake Los Angeles is more like it. It's filled with followers and wanna-bee’s. Oh bugger, not ALL of the LA folks are like this, just most. So self consumed and wrapped up in their pitiful manicured lives. OH! The bleach in the blonde woman's hair as she speaks over an overpriced lunch about her conversation with Tory Spelling at Fred Seagull. Oh, rubbish. It's as if I was diving back into my self-conscious path of wanting to be what I am today. Very depressing. All my old friends still in the same place of immaturity and jadednesses. Um, Jaded. Nesess. Never mind... I was worried of seeing them radically changing, but instead it was I who moved on from taking notes in a pocket book about what type of gum to chew. I broke through the wall of being a follower, and seeing all my old friends still in that same horribly dull state gave me chills.

They noticed I had changed with the "East Coast" experience. I had found myself; it's as if they were feeding off of some popular fashion magazine faking it. Ouch. I just went with the flow and tried to ignore the difference, but I really couldn't. But not all my trip down to LA was like this. No, I hung out with some artsy people and met improvisationalists and comedy writers, and felt right at home. Not all my old friends were in a mold. But then with the artistic people, who HAD changed, had become a little judgmental. Many claimed not to remember me, although I know they did. Maybe it was just there way of gaining power. Ah, it worked. I hale to them for their bravery, but at the same time pity them as their full names and identities will be used in my latest comedy sketch. [Which will appear on 15 public access channels around the USA, mind you] Well, I wish them the best.

So basically this was a visiting trip. Visiting, catching up, remembering and pitying. I bought some wicked shoes, with special wheels [No, not the cheap kind in the commercial, cooooool kind] I acted like an idiot at a wedding, inhaled champagne, and got complimented on how grown-up I look. So in conclusion, I have moved on and changed from super-trendy-wannabe-popular-no-future, to artsey-fartsey nerd with a personality and future. I'd like to hope that's a good thing.

Ok now. I know what you're thinking about. Boys. Yes, did I meet any charming, witty, scrawny princes with shaggy hair? Well, only some I didn't get to chat with, but one charming bloke really caught my eye.

Of course I didn't know his name. I saw him on the plane, a row across from me. His nose stuck in a book [and what a luscious nose it was]. He reminded me of Dave Foley in a strange way. As I concocted a devilish plan to win his heart and charm his mind with unseemingly witty comments, and a hell of a lot of discussion of literature, I imagined us getting married. Oh how old fashioned and teeny-boppin of me. Oh, but this hot bloke looked grand in a tux. I just couldn't Help myself.

After two minutes of being married, a young lady who could have been mistaken for as Dave Foley in drag plopped right next to this wonder-man. Oh, HOW SWEET, I thought. Two brother and sister riding on a plane together, where's the cream? Then, the worst happened. Our mediocre wedding was crushed as wonder-man began making out with his sister! GASP! How stupid of me to mistake them for brother and sister. [Musta been that airplane steak that tasted like plastic] How was I to know she wasn't related? In a fit of anger, jealousy and shame, I hid under a blanket to doze off into sweet slumber. The blanket-over-the-head thing was mainly to keep myself from embarrassment, as I usually sleep with my mouth dropped open. But apparently that blanket fell off in the middle of my nap and my open mouth was displayed quite well in the isle. In fact a stewardess had to give my head a shove out of the isle in order to serve drinks. Oh the horror.

Well, that is the end of my California Trip. And now it's the beginning of a British lifestyle with my new Radiohead fanatic husband GooglyMinotaur.

Yes his love is real.

2001-07-22T02:14:00.000-04:00

Oh my god. I am so here, people.

Yes, back from hell in California. It was hell, you ask? Yes. And I will explain that later. But until then, I just wanted to poke my head in, and say with a grin that rhyming is a sin! [Booom...ba ba ba boooom] No, I'm back.

::waves to Matt and Megan:::

Thanks for listening.

2001-07-15T01:55:00.000-04:00

Natalie CAN spell.

-Jenny Jones

2001-07-15T01:49:00.000-04:00

*coughs* Hey... I'm in...California. Rock. I pulled a gorin muscle water skieing.

Now I expect you all to pleasently gasp [oxy moron?] at my abrupt appearing here, now, at this time, with this head ache.

I have nothing else to say. The world has come to an end. [I wanna go home]

2001-06-28T13:44:00.000-04:00

Megan needs to blog. Noooow.

2001-06-28T13:42:00.000-04:00

So I spent the whole day in town again.

It started out with Kelley and I hangin' out with the unbelievably sweet Sean, then walking down to the graveyard and taking a dip in the well. It was cold, and wet. We had this twisted idea of going into town soaking wet then pointing at everyone saying, "Ew, you're dry!" But on our way back, we slowly began to dry, and by the time we reached town, we were dry. Then we just looked dirty.

We decided Chinese food was the solution...so we had some bad Chinese food and began to roam the streets aimlessly. Town was boring, but I met a boy named Robbie who was sweet. He sounds dead sexy on the phone, but looks like Skeeter from Doug in real life. Irony? I actually DID see the senior walking with his little brother. And like a raging Band-Aid I screamed, "I KNOW THAT KID!" twice. I think they recognized me. Cringe.

Now I have nothing to do but clean and make a trip to the Bon-ton. I'm tired and cranky. Oh, but I have another idea for a short film...

It'll be a silent film. All about a drug deal, takes place in the 70's. Basically it's about two nerds who buy drugs, then don't know what to do with them. I had originally planned it to be a sketch...but silent films are much much more artistic and indie. Wouldn't you agree? Background music: got it covered. Shadowy Men all the way. It certainly captures the mood of a drug deal, and children trying to take drugs. Woo. Now I have to find somebody who has an editing system to actually put words on the screen...hmmmmmmmm.

2001-06-26T22:09:00.000-04:00

All right. I have some exciting news.

I am officially a town rat, and also officially head over heels for a senior. Somebody please get me some coffeeeeeee.

I haven't slept for 38 hours. I spent the night at Soleil's, which resulted into endless hours in town and chatting up the homeless. I brought some canned goods and boxers for them, so I guess you could call me a doer good. Or gooder doer. Or do gooder? What-eva-the-hell-a. It was grand...after a conversation about smoking in public, and then having a smoke in public, a walk through the graveyard, and a long line-up of Dead Baby jokes, Soleil and I decided to turn in. I, being so buzzed from my first cigarette in...Um...months, dropped my pants and screamed! YES! I WAS FREE AND 3:00 IN THE MORNING, SUCKA! I ran to Soleil's house, broke a flowerpot, and realized Soleil's Mum was up. A-ought-oh. Deep shit. We hid under the deck till the coast was clear and then ran to her room. Soleil immediately fell asleep; but not I. Instead I watched sweet sweet television. I was began singing to myself in an attempt to fall asleep, but at 6:00 in the morning I said FUCK IT, and got up. I cleaned Soleil's house, took a shower, and even took a stroll into town. Although there were only old people walking their dogs there, I still got a few whistles.

I then returned to Soleil still sound asleep, and called my Mum to go home. I went home. I tried babysitting. Then, I went into TOWN again and spent the rest of my day there until 10:00...around now. So, I basically rock. No sleep for me, and what? No food either. Oh, I did have a Twix and some soda but that don't count :P I also happened to stumble across beautiful scrawny boys, and one that I actually can't stop thinking about. More on him later.... I really ain't sounding too interesting and my ass hurts from sitting on the sidewalk, soliciting sex.

I am so Town, man.

2001-06-25T15:07:00.000-04:00

!!!! WOO-HOO!!!!

Sorry, I just thought this blog needed exclamation! EXCLAMTION! EXCLAMTION!!!!!!!!!

2001-06-25T15:03:00.000-04:00

My god. I just woke up.

I'm afraid my life is taking a downward spiral for the worse -- I need to get out more, fulfill my twisted dream of becoming a town rat. What's that you say? Well, I'll explain because the absence of life really gives me plenty of time. A town rat is the most magnificent thing. Yeah. In my location of Doylestown, PA, there happens to be a small, quaint little center called "town". Filled with many shops [including some chains: Gap, Starbucks, Chico's] and one tiny theater that only plays artistic films that the main Regal Begal was too afraid to play for the public. Oh, town’s great. You basically loiter, deal drugs, pretend to deal drugs [like me], smoke cigarettes, put vodka in Starbucks containers and pretend your drinking Magic Coffee... Say Hi to all the people. Become friends with the Cops and report Lone Potatoes. Hang. Sigh.

I have never been a town rat. Oh, I have become close. But I am guessing it's my fear of smoking in public, or going to town at the wrong time. Do the town rats group together and make schedules? I can never be sure. But my goal this summer is to become one of them, for kickssss. Boring, eh? Boring.

Um, on a more exciting note, I just had some tuna. Tuna tuna tuna.

2001-06-25T01:00:00.000-04:00

Well, just got back from the Moviers. I mean Movies.

I have quite a lot to say about Pearl Harbor, but I won't say much considering the time. I loved the action scenes, very intense and real...yet I can't stop relating it to Titanic. Ack, same scenario -- Historic piece gone Hollywood. Yet Pearl Harbor was a completely different event and both the leading men were "good guys", along with the Rose of Pearl Harbor [don't remember her name] wasn't rich. Bleh, who I am trying to kid...the two movies really don't relate yet they do.

Well, uh, funny story for the children’s: In the movie the Japanese were the bad guys -- which led to many sad Teenage girls [discluding me] saying, "Damn the Japs!" at the end. To their surprise, the theater was filled with many Japanese people. Irony?

2001-06-24T20:02:00.000-04:00

Just about to go see Pearl Harbor. Why you ask? Because "that party" I finally cleaned my room for was canceled. So, by keeping that utterly irresistible feeling of YOUTH alive, I shall go see a historic movie gone terribly Hollywood while consuming infinite amounts of popped corn kernels. Yes, my dear, the world is ending.

2001-06-24T17:45:00.000-04:00

Beautiful. :)

2001-06-24T17:44:00.000-04:00

Re-testing, Re-testing.

2001-06-24T17:30:00.000-04:00

Testing, Testing.

2001-06-24T16:04:00.000-04:00

Yes! Finally! This Blog is near completion! Oh. What the hell. It's COMPLETE! I don't really feel like posting, my fingers hurt and this Head Ache at goign away. But I would like to inform everybody that EVIL DEAD is that funniest movie ever. Go. Watch it. YES. This blog looks empty, so I'm gonna copy/paste some things to make it look FULL.
“Friends a Plenty”
Nerdy looking girl stands outside her high school spying on a group of boys and girls talking and laughing with each other. Her facial expression is twisted and depressed; her jaw lies open. As she continues to watch this bonding wonder-group, she begins to think:
Girl: Wow. Look at them. Look at that love and bonding. Look at the Love. They sit there chatting away, pretending there’s nobody else in the world. Forgetting about the little people. They’re extending vocabularies…
[Right as she thinks this, a swooning couple strolls by and gives her a weird look]
Girl: Look at them look at me. They probably think I’m lonely, right? No. I’m not lonely. I choose to be alone. I can make friends…I can make friends…
[She hesitantly walks over to the crowd, and as she does she thinks]
Girl: Just jump into the love. You’re funny. You’re cool. You have friends. (gulp)
[As she begins to walk over, she doesn’t notice one of the girls saying “I’m sad. I think the only reason guys go out with me is because they think I’M easy! I’m starting to think I’m a slut because I always give in…” As she talks she is interrupted by Girl saying:]
Girl: [in desperate attempt to fit into the conversation] I agree!!!
[All give her a weird look. The girl who feels like a slut stomps away weeping]
Girl: [trying to cover up her mistake] Wow, what happened to her, ah guys? A-ha-hahaha.ha. {*Very Fake Laugh*}
[All the people stare at her in disgust.]
Girl: [very nervous now] Hey, well, you guys (gulp) have lacrosse sticks...hah?
[As the group continues to stare at her with disgust she begins to get extremely nervous. Beads of sweat roll down her face as she mumbles and blinks her eyes]
Girl: [mumbling] Yeah, guys, remember…
[She gulps and chokes on her words]
Girl: [breathing heavily] remember that time when, when I had a pretty bad…
[They continue to stare at her as she begins to break down, sweating, breathing heavily, blink rapidly…obviously falling apart. She begins to cry as she continues to say things like, “hey fellas, I agree, remember? I have so many friends” ]
[She begins blinking really hard and looks up]
Girl: [Still breaking down] IT’S SUNNY...it’s so sunny [crying] Huh Guys? Hun…[continues to cry as she looks up at the sun]
[The group continues to stare at her; all of a sudden the camera closes up on one guy with really cheesy hair as he shouts in a low devilish voice:]
Guy: ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE FRIENDS?
[The camera then closes up on the girl to reveal the twisted crying expression on her face quickly changed as her eyes widen and jaw drops open]
[She then thinks and begins to rock her head. She then starts blinking again and mumbles:]
Girl: [mumbling]: I have friends, I have friends, friends plenty, friends have, I plenty, friends…of have plenty friends…having friend is plenty of, I, plenty…
[The group begins to look at each other in disbelief, an occasionally ‘what the hell’ comes from their mouths]
[Then the girl stops blinking and rocking and looks at the group. ]
Girl: [screaming] I HAVE FRIENDS!
[She continues and the group also continues looking at each other in confusion. She then begins running around the campus screaming ‘I have friends’. She stops at a grassy field and jumps. She lands on her knees and begins to slide like a rock star. The camera then closes up on her clutching her fists and looking up, eyes closed, face twisted]
Girl: [Screaming] I HAVE PLENTY OF FRIIIEEEENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Camera Zooms at]
[Fade out]
THE END

2001-06-22T15:10:00.000-04:00

Well, here's the blog. I love it..a little uneven, but absolutely me in every single way. [Yes, yeah]. Um, Thanks Megan. I don't have anything important to say, so I guess I will leave you off with a song. [Ehem...]
I went down to the beach and saw Kiki,
She was all like, eehhhh,
And I'm like, WHATEVAH!

And then this chick comes up to me,
and she's all like, hey, aren't you that dude,
And I'm like, yeah, WHATEVAH!

So later, I'm at the poolhall
And this girl comes up and she's all like, awww,
And I'm like, yeah, WHATEVAH!

Cuz this is my United States of Whatever
And this is my United States of Whatever
And this is my United States of Whatever

And then it's 3 AM, I'm on the corner wearin my leather,
This dude comes up to me and says, Hey Punk!
And I'm like, yeah, WHATEVAH!

Then I'm throwin' dice in the alley
Officer Leroy comes up and he's like, hey I thought I told you..
And I'm like, WHATEVAH!

And up comes Zafo, and I'm like Yo! Zafo, whassup?
And he's like, Nuthin.
And I'm like, that's cool.....

Cuz this is my United States of Whatever
And this is my United States of Whatever

2001-06-21T22:26:00.000-04:00

Megan, I love you.

2001-06-21T18:19:00.000-04:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present you with (::drumroll::) a PICTURE!

2001-06-17T19:58:00.000-04:00

Ladies and Gentleman, the world's plainest BLOG. I'm working on it. I'll find somebody to do all the dirty work, and this thing will be rolling. I'll call it DAWN OF THE DEAD. He, He, He.

2001-06-14T16:36:00.000-04:00

Ha. Second post. A-ho ho.

2001-03-22T23:02:00.000-05:00

Faaarrt.