Meg really thought that she was through with the arts and crafts stage of her academic career but, nope. Here she was at nineteen years old, making a collage for one of her soc classes. She didn't really see the point of all this. It wasn't like she was going to hang it on her fridge or anything. Okay. Maybe she would. It was kind of cute. And it ( Read more... )

Meg had finished her homework yesterday and was spending a perfectly lazy Sunday watching some of her favorite chick flicks.

One of the benefits of living by yourself was that you could cry freely during Steel Magnolias and not be embarrassed.

[Open for phone calls, e-mails, surprise visits what have you]

Meg was still sort of bummed that her parents hadn't let her live in the dorms but living on your own did have it's advantages. For one, she could sleep in until noon without anybody waking her up. And two, she could spend the evening snuggled down on the couch with a pint of ice cream, watching Top Model re-runs ( Read more... )