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May
30th
Wed
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GUYS.

TWO BLOGS IN THE SAME WEEKISH!! Productivity!

I am blogging because this is urgent. That is crazy. I needed to tell you guys about the story of my morning.

It began in my sister’s apartment, I made myself breakfast and watched way too much TV. It was really nice, but SO hot because she does not have air conditioning, then I decided to begin the day. Chose to shower later because I am working out at 4:00, made myself look halfway decent, ( Who am I kidding. The homeless guy on Kimball Ave stared me down. I look great.) After going to the other edge of the sidewalk to avoid the homeless man, I thought to myself ‘Ooh! A clover patch! What if there’s a four leaf clover?’ I always think this to myself when I see a clover patch. I never find four leaf clovers; I haven’t found one since I was four years old, and I pressed that one in an old dictionary because it was GIANT and really green and looked like it came straight from Ireland. A leprechaun could’ve pooped it out and handed it to me. I don’t remember though because I was four, and NO I won’t tell you what my wishes were even though I remember one of them because then it won’t come true. But I digress…

TODAY, there was one, and I said, “HOLY SHIT!” and plucked it from the sweet dewy earth.

After that I made my wishes, once again not telling, but they were gooood. Once the wishes were wished I got stressed out about them because I didn’t know if I had wished the right wishes so I put the clover down on a railing in front an apartment building for someone else to find. I couldn’t handle it, but it would make someone else happy.

The decision to leave that clover on the railing was a toughy, but it was time to move on and head to the gym to return my uniform that was two weeks overdue. I thought this wouldn’t be a problem because I had the uniform, I just hadn’t returned it yet.

WRONG WRONG WRONG. EEEAAAHHHRRRHHHH. *sound of the buzzer when you are wrong.*

When I get to the athletic center, Lisa, the princess of the uni’s and master keeper of all athletic equipment informed me that the reason I had been billed three hundred and fifty dollars (I thought it would go away once I returned the uniform.) because they had to place orders to the uniform companies so that they could get the replacements by the fall. Lisa told me to wait in the lobby while she checked to see if maybe she didn’t record my missing uniform, even though she went through all the names twice and placed the order yesterday, and told me she hoped I was lucky. I told her that I found a four leaf clover, and we talked about that for a little bit and then she left to check her computer for my name.

After about five minutes of my standing in the lobby at the counter looking at the wall covered in pictures of very athletic people and trying not to urinate myself our of fear and anger with myself, she came back.

I was the only name she forgot!!!!! Even though I already wished three times!

THE CLOVER STRIKES AGAIN!

Then I bumped into my don, Eduardo, he rocks. I think that was lucky too!

So anyway, then I go on my way to the library to return some books. I was walking by a patch of grass when I saw what? Some clovers. Automatically the thought pops into my head that maybe there could be a four leaf clover in there. I looked for a second, thought, ‘Megan, don’t be stupid. You already found one clover today. You’re going to have to wait another fifteen years before you find another one.’ But then, I took just one more look and there was another four leaf clover. I freaked, and plucked it out of its lush, green land where it always wondered why it always felt that it was different from the others but couldn’t pin point why.

Then I made one wish, turned around and gave it to Lisa because I didn’t want to make any more wishes. They stress me out. She laughed at me but I think she liked it, or now she thinks I’m crazy.

whatever.

May
26th
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POKINN

HAY HAY HAY YAAAAAALLLLL.

It has been too long. Oppsies. Sorry I have a life. Sorry I’m not sorry. Just kidding please love me!!! I thrive on your attention. It’s like I’m a little flower and all of your faces are in the sun, like the sun baby on telly tubies. (How do you spell that? I refuse to cheat by checking on Google. If I’m wrong I’m wrong, but at least I am real.)

Anywayz,

I don’t know what else to write. Life has been good. I got so sleep deprived by the end of the year that I started uncontrollably crying for about two days- sexxy. Got all my work done! I also got a crazy toe infection, made friends with some great E.R. doctors.

Now I’m home because school is over for the year! I DID IT! Now it has dawned on me that you all would love for me to share the wisdom I have gained from my freshman year on all of YOU.

Some of it is inappropriate. So Uncle Michael, Stop reading here! Or keep reading; I really don’t care, but don’t tell my dad.

Oh yikes I am just too worried about it. This will be censored. Fill in your own blanks, you guys are smart enough.

Wisdom time!

Ok, so firstly, don’t worry about looking cool, this will make you look less cool because you probably aren’t acting natural. Maybe that’s just a me thing.

Next thing! Do not, I repeat, DO NOT stalk your future classmates on facebook. So horrible. HARRIBLE. This guy, that I had stalked because I stalked all of the kids from different countries before they came here, (exotic!) introduced himself and I said “from Turkey right?”. Then I had to explain myself.

Don’t drink too much. It will make you do things that aren’t cute like use horrible pick up lines. Sometimes they work! But that doesn’t mean it’s ok.

If you want to alter your apperance, wait a month before you do it to make sure you still want to. 

If it’s a tattoo, put it on yo butt. (Not advice. Just something I want.)

Ok already booored.

Imma wrap this up.

SO! The title of this blog is pretty mysterious huh? So cray cray!( Say the cray cray with an upward inflection on the second cray, like a Frenchman.) I bet you are all itchy all over to know what it’s all about.

Well, I saw that a friend of mine had poked me on the facebook, and when I clicked the notification it brought me to this poke page that I had never seen, and I saw all of these pokes that I was never notified about. So, I started rapidly poking people back, until I realized that they had never poked me. They were just poke suggestions. Now a bunch of people think that I think they’re sexxy. Woopsies.

Fun Fun!

K BYE. 

May
1st
Tue
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Hey World! I AM MAD.

Hey everybody!

It’s a special occasion…. I am P!$$3D 0FF!

Which is something that used to not happen a lot. Yikes. Oh well, I think it’s a nice change of pace…?

Some of you may be thinking,  but Megan?! Why you so maaad?

Wellllll…..

There are two types of pissy people in the world. There are some where one thing make them mad, and then there are people who don’t actually feel angry about a lot of little annoying things over a period of time, and then it starts manifesting bodily… (haven’t pooped in days!) and then one person does one thing wrong and KAHBLAMM

Little pieces of brain go flying everywhere!!!

Just kidding, usually I just sit somewhere and write about it. Healthy style! But there’s always a part of me that wishes I was a mean enough person to say something super witty and make the self esteem of the people who push me over the edge MELLLLT.

But even writing that kind of scares me! I don’t want people to melt!

So today, after missing an hour of class because I was so nauseated that I fell asleep, a girl was like.

“I am thooo jealouth that you got to sthleeeep in and come to classth latee blah blah meahhh meahh meahh.”

AND LET ME TELL YOU!. nununununununununno.

In my brain world, I said “Well, I’m jealous that you never think before you speak.” But that didn’t come out.

Instead I tried really hard not to cry while I got this wrap that I ordered when I was really out of it. Not a good wrap. And then wrote this weird ass blog.

ew.

Ok.

imma get back to work.

BUT FIRST! Just found 101 cute seals that are also babies.

I am not mad anymore!

LOOK AT THIS.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/awesomer/101-cute-seals-that-are-also-babies

Apr
15th
Sun
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HEY EVERYBODY!

What is UP?

I have a lot of conference work! I am going to be doing it all the time! It’s ok though because I got it like that. I’m just going to bang it out and then reward myself by doing something really fun. I don’t know what that is yet so DON’T ASK ME.

Just kidding. I’d love yall’s suggestions.

Right now I am taking a study break, and am going to tell you guys about muh life at the moment.

I am making plans for the summer! (YAY!) So many things to look forward to. Camping with family, camping with friends, all I do is camp camp camp no matter what. I am also going to the Cape and visiting my scientist twin sister at her summer job in Yonkers ALL THE TIME!!!! She will be studying the ways that a person can study undersea fish out of their environments or something like that. She LUH the fish.

Let’s see what else.

I have been doing crew for the past few months and am now as strong as a very strong person, I don’t want to say Hulk Hogan. I don’t want to say why. get off my back.

What else, OH! I babysat some really cute babies the other day! Eight month old twins! AND! Neither of them pooped. I am not looking forward to the day when they do. But I am looking forward to watching them talk to each other. It’s really cool! They just kind of go “Ahahahhhhh!” to each other and then smile or start playing tug of war with whatever toy is close by. SO FREAKIN CUTE! My brain nearly melted out of my nose it was so cute!

Last thannng for now..

I JUST FINISHED THE UNBARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING BY MILAN KUNDERA! Such a good book. That man is a master of language. I seriously recommend it!

Juss thought I’d update you on my lifeeee.

You guys should all read my friend’s blog. He is hella funny and an awesome writer. I’m starting to talk more like him because we spend so much time together at CREW! Everyone is going to glom into one giant person with many different extremities and nationalities. It’ll probably be weird, but it might be a little sexy? But probably just weird.

Anyway, LINK!

http://connor-miller.blogspot.com/

Mar
18th
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Don’t worry 38 followers.. I”M ALIVE!!!

Hey guys!!!

IT’S THE WEEKEND!!!! WEEKEND!! weekend! weekend. weekend.

So, you’re probably all iving your lives right now and I’m ok with that. You can’t spend your whole lives waiting for me to tell you about my woooorrl.

But I gotta let you know.. You my worrlll.

Actually, that’s not true, this is just a blog. If yall were my world that would be sad. But it’s a good thing! I hope I’m not your world! Go outside!

I actually still don’t know what to really write about so I think this is just going to be a random blog catching you guys up on my life. I want to make this a points system and call it “The Game” to make everything sound way more intense than it really is. When this blog is over someone should inform the wire so that I can take care of the people who are getting in the way of my hustle.

I’m going to start with ten points.

I had a frightening encounter with a possum. -1 point.


I was leaving the library after a long night of not being able to keep  my eyes open, when I say a possum. Possums, to me, are weird and gross; which is why I love watching them!! It was awesome. The possum was walking in that weird limpy, stiff way and I was entertained and disgusted. It was kind of reminiscent of watching the Maury show as a child. 

But then, the possum noticed me.

We stared each other down for three seconds, and then the possum started walking towards me, quickly. So I moved to the left ten feet so that it wouldn’t cross my path, but it oriented itself so that it was walking toward me again. I had always thought that possums were blind, but the good news of their sight was overshadowed by the fear that this possum wanted to kill me. So then I tried clapping at it to scare it, but it kept waking over. Maybe they’re deaf? (That would be so sad!) 

So after another ten seconds of this, I yelled over to the nearest person that there was a possum walking towards me and that I needed some assistance. You know, just the thing a normal person would do. The guy came over and the possum hid behind some bushes. The guy didn’t understand my struggle, but he was nice about it.

Then the possum booked it over to the garbage and got some dinner. 

Weird.

I started a laundry business! + 500 points. (i am an entrepreneurial genius!)

Yep I did. But then I decided to make it a little less of a business, like, quitting status because……

I found a used condom in someone’s laundry!!! + 500 more pitty points for muhself.

That was yucky. YUCKO.

Fun stuff!!! A bagillion points. BUHGILLION!

Last Friday I had a really nice dinner with my friends, and we cooked! We had garlic and asparagus over pasta and my taste buds were SO HAPPY! Then we all ate a chocolate mousse cake and chilled. So nice.

I also joined the crew team! I can lift heavy things and everyone is really funny and nice. This week is spring training!! GET READY TO ROW SOME BOATS!!

Last Monday my friends Lia and Sylvie from camp visited and IT ROCKED. Sylvie and I walked the streets of New York city, and snuck into a lot of bathrooms in fancy rasturaunts. There’s something about sneaking into bathrooms with one of your best friends that is just really awesome. Then we met up with our other friend, John and ate flaming cheese at this Greek place. I’m talking FIRE! The cheese was fine, the fire was AWESOME.

Other stuff.

Other things have happened, but I think I’m going to go work out now and get strong so that I can take care of my animal problems myself.

SIDE NOTE! I live near the scariest dog I ahve ever seen, and I am from a place with some scary dogs. THIS dog is a rottweiler who has taught me that when I am so scared that I lose control of myself, I just scream “oh my god’” over and over and run away. And boy am I fast! I think this is good info to know. Don’t think I can help you in a mortal battle or anything.

This blog is for you mystery rottweiler. See you in my dreams.

Mar
1st
Thu
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Hey guys. I usually don’t put pictures on here because I think my blog is more about the language, but hey. Here goes nothing.

These pictures were taken at my summer camp, Rowe, when I was fifteen and needed to have my mind fucking blown because.. well, think about when you were fifteen. Twas painful.

But anyway, this camp ROCKED, and made me who I am today, so next time you’re sitting there thinking, ‘Megan is so cool!’ it’s camp’s fault. Such a great place! 

TALK TO ME ABOUT MY AWESOME CAMP!

If you want to see more of these photos, check out Jennifer Loeber’s photography. She did a whole project about it.

http://www.jenniferloeber.com/cruel-story-of-youth#/i/33

Feb
6th
Mon
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PENGUIN SEX!

Hey Guys,

It’s been a while! That’s because I only write here when it makes my heart dance.

eeyep.

So anyway, for a long time a good friend of mine and I have been wondering, how do penguins have sex? It honestly makes no sense. The have tiny legs and from what I understand, their genitals drag on the ground when they walk because their lower bodies work like a pair of MC Hammer pants that have a lot of room in the crotch.

I don’t know you tell me penguin anatomy experts!

So right now, I should be typing up a paper about Invisible Cities, but why do that when I could surf the internet.

After my long journey through cyber space I google image searched “antarctic deep sea creatures” and saw a lot of gross animals. SO GROSS! Some were really cute too. The gross ones were more interesting, though. Have yall ever seen a frill shark? GROSS GROSS GROOOOOOOOSS. Where are its eyes?! I don’t understand it so I don’t like it! Uncanny valley! Uncanny Valley!!

Ok.

But anyway, then I realized that everyone else was worried about people noticing them facebook stalking others, which I did already, to pay attention to what I was google image searching, so I did it. I searched “penguin sex”.

It is comedic gold. For emperor penguins, the female penguin lies down on her stomach while the male kind of crouches on top of her. Normal for animals, but for some reason since it’s penguins it just makes it ten times more funny.

But the tiny penguins cuddle! Isn’t that adoreable?

I think penguin porn could be a business, but I need to figure out whether penguin porn is exploitive or empowering before I look further into it.

What do you guys think?

Jan
25th
Wed
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I AM INTERESTING!

Hey guys.

Just letting yall know that there’s a rumor about me, which means that people talk about me sometimes when they’re bored!!! 

COOL POINTS FOR MEEE!!

I would tell you what the rumor is, but that would then perpetuate the actual rumor.

I will tell you what actually happened.

I used a super awkward pick up line, the guy laughed at me, and then walked away.

You might be saying to yourselves, “woah she crazzzy.” but come on, how many of you can say that you used a pick up line that sould’ve just been a joke?

I just stroked my roomate’s leg with my foot in an attempt to show her affection. It ended up being weird.

MAKE MORE RUMORS!

Just kidding. Don’t. I think that guy thinks I started it. I didn’t!

PICK UP LINE GLORY!

PUHEACE!

Jan
9th
Mon
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SHOUT OUTS TO BLUE IVY CARTER!!!

BEYONCE HAD HER BABY!! AND I’M GOING TO INTERNET YELL ABOUT IT!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AHHHHHHHHHBABY!!!!!!!!

Ok, but now for a serious topic.

Body hair! I was thinking about it, and I only write blogs when I’m really inspired or else they’re crap.

Anyway, I was watching an infomercial about this hair removal thing called a “no-no” which made me instantly think of a really hairy woman saying “NO NO! Get off me hair!” and the hair falling off and running away, but I was wrong. It’s a “no-no” because it is “no pain, no hassle.” But really it’s just a lightbulb at the end of this stick thing and then this weird file that works the hair down. LA BULLSHIT.

But, anyway, I was listening to the women talking about how they tried lasers to get their hair to come off.

NOTE! These women only talked about legs, but secretly they were thinking about their vaginas and armpits too, and probably their mustaches and back hair and happy trails. But as women we don’t have hair in places, and we don’t poop. LIES. We do. And it’s ok! We need to shout it from the rooftops that we have hair and poop and fart! And then tell everyone if they want to sex/sext us they gotta deal with the truth.

I’m done with the man telling me that nature has made me disgusting! I’m a hot hairy poopy person! And so are you and you and you! Cornrow it all together and shout it from the roof tops! Then take a shit!

Tangent over.

Ok. So anyway, I thought it was really intense to use lasers because shaving is fun. I meditate when I shave my legs/arm pits/ bikini line. (be the change you want to see in the world or something.) Uh.. so yeah.

I hope baby Blue gets to live in a world where people understand that body hair is a thing.

I’m about to take an aerobics class that might be for old people.. i’ll let yall know how it goes.

Dec
29th
Thu
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PUBLIC BATHROOM STORIES

Hey guys.

I realized yesterday that I should tell yall about when I go to public bathrooms and the hijinks that insues.

WOAH! Party! 

Also because in these situations I feel powerless, and I am going to get agency with my blog!! I GOT THE POWAH! Is that sad? No. More like AWESOME.

Ok, firsties.

The other day I went to see We Bought A Zoo,(GREAT FILM! I cried so many times oh my gosh. But really, like five times. Not ashamed. Older Matt Damon can really sell it with that cute little red headed girl and the tortured teenage soul boy with a good heart. JUST SAYING. Go see it.)  and when the movie was over I had to use the bathroom badly because I held it throughout the amazing experience. When I got there I had to wait in line, and an old lady came out of the stall and I went in. In my mind I’m still winning at life until I look at the seat.

It has pee on it. 

BUMMER!

So now I’m faced with what to do. I could A) Go up to the old lady and tell her she left some pee on the seat. B) Say “EEW! There is pee on the seat! Who would do this!” to get the point across and then clean it myself, shaming the old lady and giving me, the victim, some sort of closure, or C) just clean the pee, because she’s old, and can’t squat well anymore because her quads are weak. 

I did C because I’m just that nice, but once I did B and it was a little satisfying, but the lady wasn’t old and could totes squat well. Whatever.

So anyway, this moment reminded me of one that happened maybe two years ago. I know, why remember bathroom crazyness from two years ago? Just you wait!

So I was at the mall, the Crossgates Mall food court bathroom to be exact, and there’s a line, and a large, frightening looking woman with smudgy eye make up and a mom haircut come out. She’s also wearing cray mom jeans, but this does not take away from her badassedry. Trust me. Intimidating lady. So I go in the stall, and WOAH! It is covered in pee. Not drops like normal people, but like, all over, not a lot of dry spaces in between, lots of surface tension. Crazy. So, this is when I was younger, so I just cleaned it up and went, but when I got out I was visibly disturbed. 

The woman is still there washing her hands. And I have to wash my hands next to her because it’s the only open sink and I am a germaphobe. I have the willies HARD CORE!

So I walk up to my sink and she’s turning around to get a paper towel, and she just looks me in the eye for a few seconds. In that moment, I understood that she did not give a FUCK about her pee. Or me, or anything. Time didn’t stand still, it went backwards. Normal sounds turned into whale “ORRRAAARRRRRRRRRRRS” with differen’t inflection, a tumble weed bumped on by the tile, and there was a faint smell of germs in humid conditions. It was a little tense to say the least. Her eyes said to me, “Yeah, I know you just cleaned my pee, and you know what? You will never unclean my pee! May you always remember this moment where I showed you who was boss!” Shit was primal.

Then I washed my hands and found my twin sister. We shopped more, but I was a little off for the rest of the day, kind of in my head, easily startled. The sound of a toilet flushing in that mall still makes me shudder a little bit. But you just gotta keep going ya know?

There will be more bathroom stories to come. It might become a thing at the end of every blog.

MAK3 M3 F@M0U$!