February 2011
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BLAH BLAH LOVE BLAH
I hate “I love you” because there is such a broad spectrum of possible meanings behind it.
Each person determines their own definition for what love actually is. To steal my dear friend Dave’s example, when a fourth grader says that he ‘loves’ his classmate, this isn’t necessarily an untruth. Everyone is capable of love and being loved, even if they are a...
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January 2011
38 posts
10 things that I want:
-a working iPod. -my shoulders rubbed. -a glass of apple juice. -graduation. -to snuggle. -more hours in a day. -Rochester to move a couple hundred miles closer to New Jersey. -some money to buy a dress, or some new clothes in general. -65 degree weather. -answers to the future.
that’s it.
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A love story for Dylan.
Request: “Meghan… write me a story about the history of a bat, mouse, and skunk’s complex love triangle with each other. The setting has to be in Ireland. There will also be an artist involved.”
Once upon a time, there was a skunk named Leila. She lived in an enchanted forest right outside of Dublin and she spent the days painting fanciful pictures of her surroundings. It...
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For Mike Crinite.
Enjoy.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a far away land(fill) called New Jersey. She strived to live in harmony with the other beings she found herself surrounded by, though she was very naive about the litany of excess and violence the world had in store.
Because she was so eager to learn all that there was to know, she traversed many miles in search of companionship. On...
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FUUUUUUU revision.
Dave Kargbo: “Everyone is a freak”
Now that I think about it, this is 100% accurate. Their motives and methods for freakishness just vary.
For example, I’m a “freak” because I pronounce the word ‘both’ funny. (It’s some sort of weird accent.) because I never learned how to hold my pencil correctly. (I rebelled against those rubber grips as a child and eventually my mom stopped caring.) because...
Probably the most honest thing I've ever written...
-What have you learned from this (description and interpretation)? -What does this mean for semester 2 and beyond?
This assignment hasn’t taught me anything immediately obvious as of yet. Pouring thoughts and opinions onto paper is not learning; the feedback received explaining how to better voice said thoughts is what enables one to improve and subsequently “learn” how to correctly...
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uhh...
If you look up Velma from Scooby Doo on photobucket and google images, you’ll get some pretty weird things. Apparently lots of people out there have a fetish for her, you learn something new every day!
Anyway I was looking her up because when I looked into the mirror today with the new glasses I just posted a picture of, I felt like her.
Then I looked her up on Wikipedia and I found out...
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Sunday Morning.
This morning was like any other Sunday for me. I slept until about 10:20, and then my mother barged into my room, telling me it was time to get ready for church. I got dressed, brushed my hair and teeth, and hopped into my van. However, I didn’t go to church. Actually, I never do. So, as I do most Sunday mornings, I drove to the Village Bagel parking lot. I just sit in my car for an hour in...
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I know that I can be the meanest person in the world. I apologize to you. And to anyone else that hurt, too.
I may not be a perfect soul, but I can learn self control.
turns out
I’m not the even the zodiac sign I thought I was. I’m an Ophiuchus. WHAT?
Apparently I’ve been living a lie. AWESOME
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absolutely
disgusted.
I remember feeling the same way in early elementary school. I’ve always loved learning; I still do. However, I never looked forward to being there because I was quite aware that most of the people around me were nose picking mindless children; not only did I not feel like one of them, I also had no desire to be like them either. I remember sitting on the swingset wanting to go...
conversation with a 5 year old:
Me: Goodnight, Aiden. (starts to close door) Aiden: WAIT! Me: What is it? Aiden: I love you. Me: I love you too, Aiden. Aiden: Will you marry me? Me: Ask me again in a few years.
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I decided to clean under my bed...
and I found like 7 mix tapes ranging from probably 5th-8th grade. It’s has stuff ranging from Jadakiss to the Spice Girls to Hot Hot Heat to Mando Diao. The majority of these songs I forgot existed.
Interesting.
I worry
that I am too much of a realist. I want to be more hopeful. I want to be more willing to believe in people. However I’m aware that in most cases that this is pretty unwise. I wish I wasn’t so afraid of being let down.
I’d like to think that the things that I feel and think aren’t overly influenced by hormones and idiocy. Because I feel like that’s the case for many...
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