In the crazy life of Megan Elizabeth:
Yesterday my twelve-year-old Dragon Dude brother just bought a leopard print bed set. I think I should be worried. Leopard print bed sets don't remind me of dorky seventh graders as much as they remind me of females and 35-year-old single Italian men wearing gold chain necklaces and cheap cologne.
So then my sister Caitlin called me last night to inform me that my mother flipped out because said brother Kevin spilled "gorilla glue" all over his new comforter, which led to banging of fists on the ground (gorilla mommy?) and threats of killing herself before she spends the rest of her life with my father. Note to self: marry only that person you think is perfect and doesnt piss you off, ever, otherwise he'll do it for the rest of your life.
Then at 11:30 I began my Art History museum paper, due at ten o' clock this morning. On the bright side, I think I rocked that paper's ass. Tonight will be another night beginning and finishing a paper for tomorrow. Tomorrow night will be watching a movie then writing a paper on it for the next day. And doing the homework for that class which was due a week ago. I'm not too good at this college thing.
I need my friends. I saw Ryan a couple days ago, but it already feels like lightyears. I must see that bitch Jacki immediately like now if not sooner, asap. Seeing Pat soon would just be too much to ask, that's about as fantastical as Robin Williams coming out of a wicker basket in my jail cell when I'm seven years old and shitting on me. At least I have Ali.
I'll sum this up now 'cause I have to shit.
This sure was an insane manner in which to begin my livejournal. I suppose it's fitting to my insane head.
So then my sister Caitlin called me last night to inform me that my mother flipped out because said brother Kevin spilled "gorilla glue" all over his new comforter, which led to banging of fists on the ground (gorilla mommy?) and threats of killing herself before she spends the rest of her life with my father. Note to self: marry only that person you think is perfect and doesnt piss you off, ever, otherwise he'll do it for the rest of your life.
Then at 11:30 I began my Art History museum paper, due at ten o' clock this morning. On the bright side, I think I rocked that paper's ass. Tonight will be another night beginning and finishing a paper for tomorrow. Tomorrow night will be watching a movie then writing a paper on it for the next day. And doing the homework for that class which was due a week ago. I'm not too good at this college thing.
I need my friends. I saw Ryan a couple days ago, but it already feels like lightyears. I must see that bitch Jacki immediately like now if not sooner, asap. Seeing Pat soon would just be too much to ask, that's about as fantastical as Robin Williams coming out of a wicker basket in my jail cell when I'm seven years old and shitting on me. At least I have Ali.
I'll sum this up now 'cause I have to shit.
This sure was an insane manner in which to begin my livejournal. I suppose it's fitting to my insane head.