Sunday, July 31, 2005

I Stalk People In My Spare Time

Dearest Lovely French Guy,

From the moment my sister first showed me a picture of you on myspace, I was hooked. You make me want to abandon my filipino roots and become French. I don't have any French in me.. but I'd like to.[Insert other sexual connotations here] Did it hurt when you got your piercings? Probably not as bad as it hurts thinking about how far apart we are. I usually don't fancy plenty of piercings, but you make them look incredibly erotic. It is probably a good thing that we are seperated by vast oceans because I would eventually end up in jail for stalking you and stealing your guitar. Is it true what they say about French guys in a band? If we ever do meet in real life, Je veux avoir beaucoup de bebes avec vous.


Dearest Sam's Mormon Friend,

I told my sister over and over, that she chose the wrong one. But did she listen? NO! She had to go for your best friend! But now i bet Sam regrets her decision. If i were older.. this little love affair of ours wouldn't be illegal. I guess the Mormon thing gets in the way of things. But its okay, i can be Mormon for a night or two, or three. How bout just whenever you need me? By the way, grow your lovely, lovely curly hair out. I have a thing for curly hair. If i dont' strike your fancy, please date my sister so i can stare at you whenever you come over. We all win. I LAU you. You are my Wallpaper on my computer. Ssh, i wont' tell anyone.



Love from afar, Maegan XOXOXOXOX

Till then....

Captain Meg plundered at10:22 PM |

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Stay Up Late With Me

The last time I ever had a sleep over was when I was in 4th grade. But she lived right next door to me, so i didn't really see the point. My mother would never let me sleep over at anyone's house, regardless of all the begging and chore bribing that I do. So that's why Anna, is here. No, no crude acts of lesbianism are going down. Just some fun, innocent, old-lady lounging around, things.

I want to try out the Ouija Board, since i'm always so scared that i might get posessed [thanks to The Exorcist] if i do it by myself. But I think this curiosity of mine is one-sided. As usual, did some research, thought to share it with you, but now i'm off to watch more TBS movies:

A Ouija board is used in divination and spiritualism. The board usually has the letters of the alphabet inscribed on it, along with words such as 'yes,' 'no,' 'good-bye' and 'maybe.' A planchette (a slidable 3-legged device) or pointer of some sort is manipulated by those using the board. The users ask the board a question and together or one of them singly moves the pointer or the board until a letter is "selected" by the pointer. The selections "spell" out an answer to the question asked.
Some users believe that paranormal or supernatural forces are at work in spelling out Ouija board answers. Skeptics believe that those using the board either consciously or unconsciously select what is read. To prove this, simply try it blindfolded for some time, having an innocent bystander take notes on what letters are selected. Usually, the result will be unintelligible non-sense.

Read more...
Till then....

Captain Meg plundered at1:44 AM |

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Let One Rip

Again, I went to Yoga with Anna today, but this time, we didn't have the chance to stay the whole hour. Between the stretching and the squatting, I managed to rip a hole in my pants. A rather revealing hole at most. There was no use pretending it didnt' happen because the sound of my pants ripping ricocheted off the walls and amplified. The people behind me got a pretty good view of my arse. To make things worse, i was wearing bright, pink, underwear. It was a good thing that i decided to wear underwear at all. And again, with too much information. I must say, this goes down as one of my most embarassing moments.

Oh, and by the way. I quit my job already. Isnt' that great? No worries though, I already turned in many application to many different stores. I'm bound to get one right? Everone quits their first job anyways...

Have a hott and sweaty day!

Till then...

Captain Meg plundered at11:47 PM |

Thursday, July 21, 2005

I Probably Taste Like Salty Lard

I finally finished my lovely Harry Potter book. Now my sister can't blackmail me about the ending. Longest period spent reading: 6 hours. Overall, I'm fairly disappointed but happy at the same time. It's still a book that I recommend to anyone.

With that out of the way, i can finally update on my current affairs. If you haven't found out already, I got a job at a local joint called Burger Barn as a cashier. It's an...interesting place, with ..interesting people, especially when I'm the only 16 yr old working there. Working there makes me feel like a bubbling vat of oil, smothered in day old cheese. But my desire for money overrides my distaste for the place, so i'm stuck working there.. for now. Any bets on how long I'll last?

And I went to a Yoga class today with Anna and got flexible. This will definately come in handy someday, particularly dealing with my love life. But you didn't need to know that.

I don't have anything to write about.. i pity myself.

Till then....

Captain Meg plundered at12:25 AM |

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Harry Potter and the Ridiculously Overpriced Books

Just to inform you, i have recently purchased Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince at Barnes and Noble for 40% off. But be warned, you can get it cheaper at Target. Bastards. If i had only known...

With my new purchase, I won't be able to post as much because I'll be too smitten reading my new book and fantasizing about little rendezvous with Harry and his wand. And just by that statement alone, proves that I am indeed a true nerd.

You know you want to read it too.

Till then...

Captain Meg plundered at2:10 AM |

Thursday, July 14, 2005

You Must be an Adverb cuz you Modify Me!

For all you Harry Potter fans out there, [including me], the new book comes out on Saturday the 16th. Harry's wand is pretty long and i like the power his wooden broom has. Don't you?

What is there to say anymore? It's summer, I'm not really doing much and for all its worth, i have managed to ramble on about nothing. I could tell you that i woke up and watched Dawson's Creek for 2 hours straight[another one of my addictions], but i won't. So what do i do to pass the time? Bake. Yes, i bake. Baking is my outlet for boredom. Pies, cookies, cakes, breads, crepes, anything. And this is why running everyday has become my new best friend.

New change of scenery today. Anna came by and we had lunch and basically sat around and played Sims all day. She's a Sims junkie, but i think she's having a little too much fun with the whole 'making us lesbian' thing. Good thing its only simulated love. Which brings me to my next topic, Burlesque. Burlesque caught my attention when the National Geographics channel did a special on it. So I did a little research on it because.. uhm.. i was just curious is all...

Most people think that "burlesque" means female strippers walking a runway to a bump and grind beat. But that only fits the form in its declining years. At its best, burlesque was a rich source of music and comedy that kept America, audiences laughing from 1840 through the 1960s.

Some sources try to wrap burlesque in a mantle of pseudo-intellectual respectability. Yes, it involved transgressive comedy and songs, but the primary attraction of burlesque was sex . . in the form of ribald humor and immodestly dressed women. Although many dismissed burlesque as the tail-end of show business, its influence reaches through the development of popular entertainment into the present.

Underdressed women playing sexual aggressors, combining good looks with impertinent comedy – in a production written and managed by a woman? Unthinkable! No wonder men and adventurous wives turned out in droves, making Thompson and her "British blondes" the hottest thing in American show business.
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Till then....

Captain Meg plundered at1:01 AM |

Monday, July 11, 2005

Cheap Thrills for Ninety Nine Cents

Today I:

• Went to the Dentist and got a new toothbrush! Hooray!
  
• Fought with an orange, and lost. Badly.
  
• Ran for 1 hour and took an ice cream break.
  
• Played whistle games with my bird Kobe.
  
• Got harassed at the filipino store. Mental Note: Cover up uncontrollable boobs
  
• Read my made-for-maegan books. You know which ones.
  
• Watched nothing but Lifetime movies. It's become a horrible habit.
  
• Went to the 99 cents store with my mom and dad.
  

Speaking of the 99 cents store, did you know that they sold Pregnancy Tests there? I showed my mom this as a joke and instead of a good , hearty chuckle, i got , " Why? What are you planning to do huh?!?" I told her i was only joking but she just gave me that, i'm- going -to- sew your- legs- shut look. Guess that's where cheap whores stock up.

Well, tomorrow i have to wake up at the bitch crack of dawn to take my Senior Photos. It's actually something I'm looking forward to...Mind you, i don't like taking pictures, but i guess this is an exception. It makes my mom happy.

Till then...

Captain Meg plundered at10:33 PM |

Thursday, July 07, 2005

There's a tanning salon in my backyard

Today, the sidewalk in my backyard became my own personal tanning bed. I layed out in the sun for three and a half hours , playing cards with my sister, eating fruit from our trees, listening to music, drinking and doing tarot. And in the end, the tanning oil, and falling asleep in the prickly grass didn't do a damn thing. I'm not even a tint darker. The only thing i have gained from this, is skin cancer. I blame my curiosity for wondering what its like to be a darkie. i should have just asked my sister.

It was a relaxing day compared to yesterday. Dealing with the drivers in Korea Town is a very life threatening experiance. Especially when your best friend is just as crazy a driver as them. I dont' know what's worse. The sex-driven asian men that wanted to molest us, or the drivers. Other than K-Town, we went to Palos Verde, the future home of Anna. Its right next to the beach, it's freakin' ridiculous. If you were to stand on one of the hills, i could push you into the ocean...after stumbling down a very large hill of course, but its that close to the water.
It seemed like the whole day was evolved around eating. We went to this one walk-in cafe where they serve you like a restaraunt. Their desserts are soooooo goooood. It was orgasmic in short terms.

Time for The Royal Tenenbaums. Score!

Till then..

p.s
Andre, my sister wanted me to tell you that you'll never be too old for Popscene! heh.

Captain Meg plundered at12:35 AM |

Monday, July 04, 2005

The different types of Fireworks

It was quickly discovered by my sister and I that there can be different type of fireworks during this holiday weekend. The kind of fireworks my sister is looking for don't explode.... [well, okay, they CAN explode, just not the TNT, KABOOM type] She recently gave her number out to one of her old classmates and hopes to make some fireworks of her own, which i think is funny. I'm laughing at her right now. She grew someballs, okay half a ball.

On my half, i went to see some actual fireworks con mi amigo mejor Anna family in Oxnard, ghetto style of course. We had to dodge the parade of mexicans to find a parking spot. The show was great.And as my sister says, it would have been better with liquor. Some people picked up on that idea and floundered around the roads in a drunken matter proclaiming loudly, "I Love BEER!".In other words, the fireworks were not as good as Disneyland. But then again, Disneyland doesn't have alcoholics polluting their sidewalks. Disneyland always has that damn Tinkerbelle hooker flying through the air during the shows though. That's a great bonus.

And now i need to take a shower. Its been awhile. And i bet u didn't need to know that. ANd for Sam.. THEN REND.

Till then...

Captain Meg plundered at11:26 PM |