<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:35:26.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstar of the Sea</title><subtitle type='html'>Shit happens</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-114542386826438169</id><published>2006-04-18T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:17:48.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving, Moving</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm ditching Blogspot for Livejournal. I knew it'd happen sooner or later. I've had this for a good 2 yrs or so. Something like that. oh wellz. Moving on~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask me for the link if you haven't found it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PEACE OUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-114542386826438169?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/114542386826438169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/114542386826438169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114542386826438169' title='Moving, Moving'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-114136819824809526</id><published>2006-03-02T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:48:16.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast fit for a Pirate</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/HPIM0672.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; best breakfast cereal. Well actually, i don't know if it really tastes all that great. But the box is still something to salivate over. Does it come with a Johnny Depp in every box?? I bet he's nutritous and healthy for you... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-114136819824809526?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/114136819824809526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/114136819824809526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114136819824809526' title='Breakfast fit for a Pirate'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-114021900389957485</id><published>2006-02-17T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T02:56:02.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past, Present, Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Past:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/IMG_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/IMG_0095.jpg" align="left" border="0" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; February 4th was Winter Formal. Yeah, it was quite awhile ago and I just brought it up now. But i'm sure you've seen pics from it on my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/maegan3"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;. We actually didn't do much that day. We all got ready, munched on some things at Melissa's house, grabbed a couple of glow sticks and headed to a nearby park to pre-party it up. I completed the night with my techno-rave cd that i made everyone. Glowsticks and rave music, what more do you need right? So it was finally time for the dance to actually start, and of course, we showed up fashionably late. [only 30min after 8]. Leave it up to my school to play some pretty crappy music. But we all managed and shook our ass. Did our best stripper moves.&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM0421.jpg" align="right" border="0" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had fun. I recently went to Magic Mountain too. I had no school on the 13th, so Melissa, Mariel and I grabbed our sexy fanny packs and headed down to Santa Clarita. Going to Magic Mountain on Mondays is the best. No lines what so ever. We practically rode every single ride there, except for the ones that weren't open yet of course. We even had some stalker action going on. And i have the pictures to prove it. Ask me later, and i just might show you. [ I'm sure you'll enjoy them Sam] Yeah, it was also Taylor's 18th birthday. Had a whole bunch of people meet up at Yama Sushi for dinner. Even got a cute but obnoxious song sang to us. What else is there to do in Camarillo besides the outlets and coffee shops? Nothing! So we grabbed some fire wood, smooshed about 6 people into Melissa's small Corolla, and headed down to Ventura to have our own little bonfire, sadly without marshmallows, chocolate, or grahm crackers of any sort. Somewhere between the obscene sand drawings and glass hunting, some guy with a guitar showed up, and belted out a couple of songs ranging from Richie Valens to Metallica. It was actually pretty impressive. It completed the whole bonfire effect, i suppose. I smelled of burnt BBQ for the next 3 days. Sadly, i dont' have pic from that night. My camera decided to commit suicide and drain itself of battery power. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Present:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've been working alot lately. It gives me something to do other then sit at home all day and count grains of salt, or take pathetic artsy pictures of my self with my new lovely camera. As for my cell. The first bill for my cell came the other day, and let's just say my mother wasn't exactly happy. I was actually surprised myself. How was it that i managed to rack up over 1, 310 minutes when my mom and i share 700?? I swear on my 11th toe that I haven't the slightest idea how i accumalted that many minutes. It's mind blowing. Luckily, on my behalf, my mother didn't take my cell away because i think she saw how confused i was at this whole ordeal. I guess i need to start keeping track. No worries! Good thing i get paid this week..&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't different from any other. Just visited Salzer's and picked up some CD's,went to dinner, froze to death, and returned home and re-glued myself to my computer. I am currently watching the Discovery Channel special dealing with the wonders of Pregnancies. What a horrible bloody mess. Just rip out my uterus now please and sell it on the black market. It'll be more useful there I presume.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my Dad's car got taken away. Go figure. I was expecting it to happen sooner or later. Only problem is, how am i going to get to school in the morning? I'll figure something out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Future:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No school tomorrow, or is that today? 2:44 am. Yeah, that'd be today. No school today! Presidents Day. I have no plans as of late. But I'm sure that'll change. Other then that. nothing really to look forward to right now. But my mom's birthday is on the 23rd. I'm not so sure she's excited about that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-114021900389957485?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/114021900389957485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/114021900389957485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114021900389957485' title='Past, Present, Future'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113997959245718506</id><published>2006-02-14T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:08:44.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Like My Heart Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM0458.jpg" align="left" border="0" target="_blank" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Valentines Day: the national holiday for couples around the world to showcase their love. For others, a sad, depressing reminder of just how it &lt;em&gt;isn't&lt;/em&gt; fun to be single. The Pro's and Con's for Valentine's Day are endless, and probably are both equally lengthy, provided with reasonable explanations of course. I've never really been a fan of this day. I'm still not actually. But i still enjoy celebrating it. I just dont' think their should be a designated day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that out of the way, I had a pretty decent Valentines. I got a rose, a heart plushie that says "be mine" on it, a balloon, cards and candy from &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; people. It was sweet~! And yeah, that was my Valentines day. No hot, steamy, kinky valentines stories here, for I refuse to do anything spontaneous on this day! It's just too played out! Save it for another day I guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating as much as i used to. But I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; get my digital camera that i wanted, as you can probably tell by now via my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/maegan3"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;. My camera, as Taylor would say "is attatched to my hip" and never leaves my side. Seriously. I never leave home without it. Unless its recharging from excessive usage. Then I'm pretty bummed out. I'm becoming some technologic digital whore. But I must say, my camera has definately improved my stalking abilities. It's a major plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think that's all. I"ll probably do some massive post next time with details about Winter Formal, my magic mountain trip and other various stuff. haha. I just dont 'feel like doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt; like my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;day~! Be an emoTRON!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113997959245718506?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113997959245718506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113997959245718506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113997959245718506' title='Black Like My Heart Day'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113892525359925647</id><published>2006-02-02T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:10:35.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/DSC02129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the besterest Cousin! Hope you have a great birthday and maybe hit up a few strip bars.Heh. Just a suggestion. &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113892525359925647?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113892525359925647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113892525359925647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113892525359925647' title='Kissing Cousins'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113886509389823119</id><published>2006-02-01T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:38:55.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Should Be Taking Our Clothes Off</title><content type='html'>Changed the layout a bit. Based off the Lovemakers. I thought they suited the month of February just fine considering Valentine's Day is coming up and all. Plus, they're just so damn sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't occur to me just how much money I spend in a month until i realized how much uneccesary shit I still want to buy. You see, I'm a thrifty shopper. And thrifty shoppers like me rarely spend their money, even in the most dire situations. Like when starvation starts to eat away at the lining of your stomach, but yet you still refuse to buy food, thinking that those extra dollars will help.. somehow...in the distant future.. just not now. I'm the alternate definition of thrifty shopper. I can accumulate around $200 in my wallet in about a month, but absolutely refuse to buy anything extravagent. I always settle for the lesser priced goods, even if the quality isn't up to par. Logical reasoning would be , that I'm just saving all my precious money because I worked hard for it. Which , infact, is true, but no. Call me crazy, but anything that's priced over $15 is mind-blowingly expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that all said and done. I plan to blow approximately $150 tomorrow on a digital camera. An investment that I've been looking forward to. And something pricey that will hopefully bring me out of that cheap ass rut I've been permanently lodged in.... not that its bad to be cheap or anything. I think its perfectly fine. This camera is definately going to be worth the pain and agony of having to hand over my well earned cash to some complete stranger in exchange for overpriced merchandise. I guess i'm pretty stubborn when it comes to money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I buy my digital camera, my goal of becoming a Photowhore, will be complete. Myspace pics, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Nokey is in need of appreciation. Please call her.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113886509389823119?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113886509389823119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113886509389823119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113886509389823119' title='We Should Be Taking Our Clothes Off'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113800222143733022</id><published>2006-01-22T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:43:41.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather do my homework than you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4897/271/640/IMG023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4897/271/320/IMG023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;It's Finals week! You know what that means. Doing everything possible, &lt;em&gt;besides&lt;/em&gt; studying! I'm only joking of course. I know when I'm pushing the limits and now till Thursday night is going to be filled with non-stop cramming. So if you see me online, please remind me ,nicely of course, that i need to be studying instead of wasting my time with useless trivia or browsing myspace. [All of which I'm doing right as i type this] I give you permission to be aggressive with my stubborn self  if i resist.  Oh but the pleasure of resistance......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hockey game was fun, btw. Kings won 8-6 against the Atlanta Thrashers.  I'd definately go again if i had the chance, minus the homeless people and the abundance of chain smokers crowding the already crowded sidewalks. And who ever thought I'd spend fucking $9 at McDonalds. Talk about overpriced! Where's the damn $1 menu? Oh well, i was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my cell phone and I are pretty dandy and well-aquainted. I named it 'Nokey'. Yeah, don't question me, i just did.  So if you're wondering what  the hell i'm talking about when I say Nokey.. you'll know what  i'm referring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i must be going. My bed awaits me.  Maybe I'll do one cramming session for Government, because I can.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for this week. Knowing me, I'll need all the luck i can get my stubby little hands on...see you on Thursday,or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113800222143733022?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113800222143733022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113800222143733022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113800222143733022' title='I&apos;d rather do my homework than you'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113736251801851171</id><published>2006-01-15T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T14:01:58.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You've got my name and number..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. I guess i'm not such a blogger whore after all.  And I guess that's why I only have time for  a bullet post!! Sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately I:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got a cell phone the other day. Find me some how if you want the number.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have been stuck at home. My hair was looking pretty boring to me so I walked over to Long's and bought a bleaching kit.  Don't worry, the change isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; drastic.  I'll put pics up if i get the chance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't wait till Thursday so i can go to my first hockey game ever at the Staples Center. I'll let you know how it goes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played Sims 2 till my brain hurt. Now I can speak their language. Simulated life and completely taken over my own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went on an Adventure to the Onatrio Mills Mall and rocked out in the car. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actually had bad luck on Friday the 13th. How typical.  It sucked. That day is just so overrated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And yes Andre, i wouldn't mind if you'd pass that pic around Popscene.  So when it comes time for me to come visit you , I'll already be the talk of the town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113736251801851171?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113736251801851171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113736251801851171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113736251801851171' title='&quot;You&apos;ve got my name and number...&quot;'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113687486290059058</id><published>2006-01-09T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:34:22.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Kind of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4897/271/640/IMG_0061%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4897/271/320/IMG_0061%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the weekend with my favorite people and we glamoured our way to City Walk and Little Tokyo.  It was a nice change of scenery, considering most of our time is spent at parks making complete asses of ourselves in the late ours of the night.  It's times like this that make me enjoy my Senior year just a little bit more.  Aren't we cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113687486290059058?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113687486290059058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113687486290059058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113687486290059058' title='Our Kind of Fun'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113643351542810231</id><published>2006-01-04T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:58:35.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal With It</title><content type='html'>Why is it getting so much harder for me to update this thing?  I practically have to chain myself to the chair, forcefully place my hands on the keyboard  and trick myself into actually completing a half-assed entry. You're just here as a witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas  break was, well,  as everyone else would say.... good. What can I say?  It was well spent.  A typical family get together down in Irvine at my aunts house  complete with  food, presents, and alcohol. With addition of my Aunt and cousin from Virginia, my family seems to increase every year making it almost impossible for all of us to squeeze ourselves into one room and tear open our presents. It got pretty hectic, but we got through it. After all, Christmas to me is spending it with family.&lt;br /&gt;And since i had to work the next day, we left Irvine pretty late to return to Camarillo. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on Christmas day for four hours wasn't as bad as I made it out to be.   I had Disneyland to look forward the next day. My sister picked my up from work and we trudged our way back down to Santa Ana  to stay with Mariel and Gerald.  Going to Disneyland the day after Christmas probably wasn't the smartest idea in the world, but it was the only time I had off. Regardless of the enormous mass of people there, Disneyland  was alot of fun. I finally bought my Jack Sparrow hat.  It was my Christmas present to myself! The Haunted House was completly changed and decorated with things from the Nightmare Before Christmas.  It was really cool, i loved it.  Other rides we went on were, &lt;strong&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/strong&gt; [ first ride we went on because i needed my pirate fix], Buzz Light Year, Space Mountain [complete with Rave-shake-your-ass music], Peter Pan, Splash Mountain,   and Indiana Jones. We sorta spent most of our time in Adventure Land and Frontier Land. Damn. But we still got around to other rides atleast.  I like scaring little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week sorta just blended together for me. But I do know that i managed to get myself grounded!  Now  that takes skillz. [with a "z"]  Actually, it wasn't that hard.  But I'll save that story for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for New Year's Eve, we headed to Rialto to have brunch at my Uncle's house. The weather wasn't exactly celebrating type weather, so our fun was restricted to inside the house.  I mostly spent my time there entertaining my little cousins that I rarely get to see. The food there was good, but i always have to be careful. I never know if the main dish is dog, or goat. No joke. Either way, i still love meat. ....Pun definately intended.  After we said our good byes and thoroughly stuffed ourselves, we left again for Camarillo to party it up at my house.  And after a few minor complications, Taylor came over and spent New Years at my house.  The thing that surprised me the most was my mother. I guess i was expecting her to freak out, but she didn't.  But anyways, this New Year's was alot of fun. It was &lt;em&gt;kinky.&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day of break was spent with my friends, doing what we always do. Things that will never leave my lips unless forcefully made. Haha. But then I had to work so I had to miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum my winter break up,  it was , for a lack of better words... &lt;em&gt;fucking crazy&lt;/em&gt;. But i loved every minute of it. The drama, the laughter, the jokes, the late nights, the family, the relatives, the food, the fights, the presents,  the waiting, the anticipation... everything.  Just wait till next year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Congrats to Sharon and David!!!!!!!! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113643351542810231?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113643351542810231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113643351542810231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113643351542810231' title='Deal With It'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113557669570082403</id><published>2005-12-25T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:03:14.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Holidays/DSC01951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Holidays/DSC02020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love, Maegan&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113557669570082403?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113557669570082403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113557669570082403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113557669570082403' title='It&apos;s that time again...'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113493320300274972</id><published>2005-12-18T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T11:15:19.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Controversial Christmas Fun</title><content type='html'>Long has it been since I've last updated. Plus, looking at the same post everytime i look at my page can be an eye sore. Here's what's been happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Physics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;--For the past week or so,&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/hotdaredevilchic"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; and I worked on constructing a bridge made entirely out of popsicle sticks. Sounds easy, right? Well, that's what we thought. But we soon found out that making something stand up merely by glue was a difficult task. After much trial and error, we finally came up with a pretty decent, but flimsy, bridge. We figured it'd have to hold &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. So upon bringing our bridge to school and testing it, I was really quite hesitant to do so because honestly, our bridge was total shit. To make a long story short, you wouldn't want me or Melissa constructing any freeway bridges anytime soon. We'd just cause destruction. Destruction can be good, yes?Oh well, I lose. But I'm still in &lt;u&gt;hearts&lt;/u&gt; with Physics.....[and my teacher]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Late Night Adventures:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/018_19A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="155" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/018_19A.jpg" align="right" border="0" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing that probably contributed to the destruction of our bridge would probably be the fact that we only worked on it 3 hours a night, and then afterwards we went adventuring around Camarillo with Taylor and Nick. Most of our time is spent at parks, or inside cars, or even at Jack in the Box. Which, by the way, I'm getting completely sick of, but i'll manage. It sounds pretty lame, the things we do.But Melissa, myself, and my boys in eyeliner always find some way to have some good, &lt;em&gt;clean&lt;/em&gt;, fun. That's the important thing. But i guess it depends on your definition of "clean fun". Haha. And i know by doing this every other night, I'm challenging my mothers wishes.But everyone goes against their parents at one point or another.&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/021_23A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="155" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/021_23A.jpg" align="left" border="0" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm just enjoying my last year of highschool with a couple good friends. I don't want to spend my last year stuck at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;Being away from home all day is an escape for me. Sometimes, things at home can get a little rough and heavy on an emotional girl like me. So I figured, I'd rather be out with people that make me entirely happy, then stick it out at home and listen to my parents yell and shout at eachother at the top of their lungs. I can't handle it. I don't want to mope around at home and cringe in fear of what could happen next. Just let me have my escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Adventures with the Sis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-- On a lighter note, the good thing about going home, is my sister, when's she's not in San Diego that is.&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/009_6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="155" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/009_6A.jpg" align="right" border="0" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can probably tell by now, that we like to take embarassing, &lt;em&gt;artsy&lt;/em&gt; pictures of ourselves in cemetarys, in front of old buildings or anywhere my sister considers, " Cool". Besides holding up our Photo-whore status, we thrift in Ventura like always, and occasionally stop by Costco for from awesome $1 hotdogs. I always look forward to her visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christmas:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I might as well get my Christmas post up now, before I get lazy and do it a month after the actual event, which I have a tendency to do , if you haven't noticed. Again, this years Christmas will be spent down in Irvine with the rest of my family. I just hope i don't have to work Christmas Eve, because that's when we open up presents. Hooray for presents. Is it just me, or does it not feel like Christmas yet? It's probably just me. I haven't gotten in that Xmas Spirit everyones been talking about. My living room is pretty much decorated with lights and what not, but I dont' know. I think once I have all my family together, it'll finally feel like Christmas to me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if i don't get the chance to update again, I hope all of you have a great Christmas. And what's with the word "Christmas" being controversial now a days? But then again, it wasn't till the 1930's when Coca-Cola advertised Saint Nick as a big fat man in a red suit, complete with reindeer and sleigh. And ever since then children look forward to an overweight saint to come down their chimney, only to be sadly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what you believe, Happy &lt;strong&gt;Holidays&lt;/strong&gt; , Merry Christmas, whatever! Just make it fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113493320300274972?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113493320300274972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113493320300274972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113493320300274972' title='Controversial Christmas Fun'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113402713415277617</id><published>2005-12-07T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:32:14.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in a Car</title><content type='html'>How many girls can say that they got a lap dance by two guys in eyeliner in a car while parked in a deserted parking lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's what i thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113402713415277617?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113402713415277617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113402713415277617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113402713415277617' title='Adventures in a Car'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113363253452820165</id><published>2005-12-03T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T09:55:34.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake that Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="155" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/speedoftheshire/Thanksgiving%202005/DSC01924.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt; As you can see, my Thanksgiving was pretty awesome. Sorry I coudln't update about it sooner like all the normal people. But  recently, work, school, physics &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and SIMS has taken over my life. To sum things up, the food was good, the games were fun, and I ate till i literally passed out on the floor. I'd show you pics, but then I'd have to kill you. To make things even better, my sis and I drove all the way to Santa Ana to see Mariel so we could all watch &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/em&gt; at the Imax theaters.  It was the biggest screen i have ever seen in my life. And now i want to have Harry Potters magical babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first paycheck yesterday! It was pretty exciting.  The amount wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much, but that's because they only paid me for 2 out of the 5 days that i worked.  No problem. That just means my next paycheck will be even bigger. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my plans are pretty much filled.  I have reluctantly have to go to work at 1230, even though i requested it off. There's a dance today, and of course I'm going. My goal this year is to go to every single dance.   Which means twice the ass shaking for me and Melissa.  And you know how much i enjoy shaking my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's  pretty much it. Like the layout much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113363253452820165?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113363253452820165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113363253452820165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113363253452820165' title='Shake that Ass'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113282513109746219</id><published>2005-11-24T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:51:01.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite Your Tongue</title><content type='html'>Here's what's been going on lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I haven't talked your ear off already about it, yes, i really did get my nose pierced recently. And it's healing nicely, except for the time that i accidentally ripped the ring out of my nose. Other then that, I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a job at the Roxy 11 Theaters. I've been working there for about a week now actually. I guess i failed to mention that earlier. Don't know how i managed to let that one slip. The benefits of working there? Free movies, free refreshments, and free posters! Oh and one of the managers is pretty cute, so that's another bonus. The whole lot of us that work there are from ACHS mostly. So its not so bad as it sounds. Come visit me, I work this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party, eat, drink lots of alcohol [or in my case alot of Sparkling Apple Cider], and test the limits of your stomach. Puking may be neccesary to fit all of it in. But do whatever it takes to consume as much food as possible on a day like this. Just remember all the little starving children in Africa while you bite into that big hung of turkey smothered in gravy ,and how they have nothing to eat but their own bile. Be thankful for Overweight America. Hah! Happy Thanksgiving , nonetheless. My favorite part? The pumpkin pie of course, with a mountain of whipped cream! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you after i wake up from my food coma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113282513109746219?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113282513109746219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113282513109746219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113282513109746219' title='Bite Your Tongue'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113255539708727219</id><published>2005-11-20T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:43:17.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter CraZy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire soooooo Bad!! Take me now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s. I got my nose pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113255539708727219?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113255539708727219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113255539708727219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113255539708727219' title='Potter CraZy'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113217867180768388</id><published>2005-11-16T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:04:31.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literally Drained</title><content type='html'>Today I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate a 3 course breakfast to prep my self for the blood drive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Answered a million and a half Yes or No questions about my non-existant sex life.  My favorite questions?  " In the past 12 months have you slept with a guy who has had sex with another guy?" and " In the past 12 months have you paid anyone for the use of drugs or sex?" I said no to these by the way.  Awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donated a &lt;u&gt;pint&lt;/u&gt; of blood, which took 1 hour. 30 mintues of which i had a needle stuck in my arm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched my blood slowly trickle down the small little maze of tubes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost fainted afterwards. I said almost. It was my first time, geez.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grubbed out on all the free snacks and drinks and enjoyed the fact that i missed 3rd and 4th period because i was out saving lives with my pirate blood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went home early cuz its a half day in the middle of the week. My school is retarded. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now i'm going to take a very long, well deserved nap because i feel light headed.  Bullet posts are fun and my sister finally grew a pair while dancing on stage with some pretty hottt guys  from Diamond Nights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113217867180768388?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113217867180768388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113217867180768388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113217867180768388' title='Literally Drained'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113184924482698899</id><published>2005-11-12T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T18:34:04.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do now?</title><content type='html'>It's 5:13pm and &lt;strong&gt;I'm home alone&lt;/strong&gt;, with no car, and no real food. My Grandpa is on his way to Japan with my aunt and uncle, and my mom and dad are out working. So what am i to do? I can't go out because i sorta screwed myself by getting in trouble yesterday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;But getting in trouble was worth it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yesterday was really fun. I was actually out of the house for the entirety of the day. Might as well tell you the story, since i'm not pressed for time, and homework doesn't look too appealing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started at 12:000pm, when Melissa, Karen, John, Taylor, and I met up at The Boys and Girls Club, for some sort of potluck. It was a spontaneous decision, so we all went and decided it was best to see this thing out. It was actually alot of fun. We played foosball, table hockey, and then stuffed our faces with cakes and cookies. After about an hour or so, out of randomness, we went to the Ventura Mall and trudged around there for awhile, and i swooned over the Harry Potter merchandise. &lt;em&gt;[6 days!]&lt;/em&gt; The mall got old, like it always does, and we were left with nothing to do, so we headed back to my house. After a little "struggle" with doors and fuck-me boots , we decided to go to the beach and slide down some hills. Just running across PCH to get to the other side was an adventure it self. Its a fact, it helps if you scream when running. After almost passing out from climbing up the damn hill, we were able to get a few good runs in with our boards. And in the process, i managed to hack away pieces of my skin all over my legs from rolling down the hill, which i didnt' notice till after I stepped into the salty ocean water. Salt and open wounds = ouch. i still have sand embeded in my legs. I'll get over it. The sunset made me forget about the blood dripping out of my legs atleast. It was pretty breathtaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the night didnt' end there. My stomach was growling, as I'm sure every one elses was, so Denny's was our choice for food consumption. After we made our stomach's happy, we didn't really want to go home, so we headed over to the bowling alley for some gaming action. Sadly, John had to go home, so our little group became 4. All of us must have had A.D.D yesterday beacuse we couldn't stay in once place for more then 20 mintues. The bowling alley grew old really quickly, and the closest thing to do was wander around the outlets. I dont' know what we were thinking. The outlets were dead, and the only entertaining thing there was the Toy store. The idea of getting a Ouija board hit us but the only place around that had Ouija boards was Longs. So, as you probably guess by now, headed over to Longs. To our disappointment, we couldn't afford the stupid $17.99 Ouija board and we left Longs and headed over to the 99 cent store instead, just because we could. We didn't buy anything, but it was great entertainment to see the 99 cent pregnancy tests. Like i've said before, its the place where cheap whores stock up on all their needed supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were running out of ideas, so the only thing i could think of, was going to Mission Oaks park to get some swinging action. Going to that park at night reminded me of the good times i had there with the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/momthehero"&gt;Anna Oh&lt;/a&gt; . Last time i was there with her, it ironically started to rain.  I miss those times. Anyways, we ran around and did what little kids do when they go to parks.  Things calmed down a bunch and  the day finally caught up with me.  I was dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was then, around 10:00ish that I finally let Melissa take me home. The instant i walked through the door my mother grounded me for the weekend because my room was a mess, [it really was], and I didn't feed the fish. Geez. In the end, i figured the trouble was all worth it. I haven't had a day like that in awhile. But i must admit, there was alot of awkwardness at times.  I can't exactly explain why, but there just was.  I dont' know what's going on actually. And if you know what i'm talking about, props to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that i got that done and over with. I'm going to turn on my strobe light, blast my music as loud as it will go and dance like no one is watching. It's amazing how must faster time goes by when i do this.  Hell, i have nothing better to do. Might as well dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113184924482698899?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113184924482698899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113184924482698899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113184924482698899' title='What to do now?'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113133017833597956</id><published>2005-11-06T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T18:22:58.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About A Week Too Late</title><content type='html'>Yes, I realize that it's November, and no longer October, but my procrastination skills have thrown me off and October was just too good to pass up. So here's my Halloween Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/Picture003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/Picture003.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that would be me, with a paper bag over my head, complete with movie blood, fake saw and classy pearls. All thrown together last minute because i was in dire need of a costume. Our inspiraton? Crazed, impregnanted village person from Resident Evil 4. If you've played the game.. then you'll know excactly who I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/Somepictureshalloween002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/Somepictureshalloween002.jpg" align="left" border="0" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, Halloween was spent at Melissa's house, like it always is. She has enough strobe lights and fog machines to make you dizzy and completely sick, unless you can handle it. For a good hour or so, we [ me, melissa, her brother, his girlfriend, and his friend] sat in the garage, attempted to scare dazed and confused little kids, and passed out candy. Little children are a blast to mess around with and scare. The candy soon ran out and I was growing impatient and entertained myself by robot dancing in the flashing strobe lights. Hey! My own little rave, sans glowsticks, tehcno music, drunken old men, and alcohol. Mariel and Laura soon arrived and our crazed little bunch grew out of control.&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/Somepictureshalloween011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/Somepictureshalloween011.jpg" align="right" border="0" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can tell because in the pictures I start making the "Sam Face". Not a good sign. Not at all. Its something from my sister that I'd rather not inherit. We decided the night was young and we might as well spend it by taking candy from complete strangers. A last act that I'm prolly never going to do again. The fog and excessive suger caught up with us and had us running around the streets, having chair races and laughing fits. We're soooo mature for a bunch of 17 year olds.&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/Somepictureshalloween010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/Somepictureshalloween010.jpg" align="left" border="0" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Pshhh.  That was pretty much the extent of my Halloween. I bet yours was better then mine but that was clearly a given. Next year, I'm aiming for Sunset Blvd. That's what I call out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you what my Physics teacher did for Halloween? No? Well I'll tell you. Out of ALL of my teachers. He was the only one to decorate his class to suite the occasion. Cobwebs, fake skeletons, movable spiders and all. I Loved it. But most of all, i loved his costume! It was the best, and well, I was in awe and utter admiration.  My reaction to his Frankenstien costume was evident by the expression on my face once i walked into the class room.  You don't know how bad i wish i had a camera with me at the time. Like i said, he's my favorite teacher all time. &lt;33 This sickness of mine is ever growing.. &lt;33 hehe. I love Physics now.Action, adventure, fun and excitement! haha. [he says that all the time by the way]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYways, the strangest thing happend to me today. My mother sent me to Vons to pick up som Lima beans and water bottles. So here i was, standing in line when the guy behind me in line says while looking at the water,  " Stocking up for the weekend for &lt;strong&gt;you and your kids&lt;/strong&gt;?" I blinked rapidly like a deer in headlights  and realized that he thought I had kids of my own.  I could only nod in response and give a weak ," Uh, yeah." He further started to weird me out by asking, " Your kids must be into sports. They drink alot of water that way." Again i smiled and nodded at him, and thankfully, the cashier lady gave me my change and i was on my way, to my family van, filled with  my very own 2 kids complete with a dogs,  cats, and an Orlando as my husband. Make that 5 kids. Yeah, because i really look old enough to have a family.  Do I?!? I'm deeply disturbed by this, yet shockingly entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113133017833597956?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113133017833597956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113133017833597956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113133017833597956' title='About A Week Too Late'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113106338764907403</id><published>2005-11-01T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T16:24:00.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>More pictures as promised!! Just click to enlarge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/hpim02502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/hpim02502.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02322.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02222.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/P10100382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/P10100382.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/P10100412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/P10100412.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02242.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02102.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02412.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02402.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02212.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02332.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM024330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="110" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM024330.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pic that my sister loves best, and proof that I'm worth more than you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b365/Hotdaredevilchic/HPIM02232.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113106338764907403?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113106338764907403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113106338764907403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113106338764907403' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113083219849457442</id><published>2005-10-31T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:40:06.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Here's the post about Homecoming that i promised. It's a couple of days late. But i've finally managed to sit down and remember everything &lt;em&gt;[Pictures are at bottom if you just want to skip to them, its not a complete set, i'm still waiting for more pictures so sit tight and be patient]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day started at 6 am , not my choice of course. My mother woke me up at 6 in the morning JUST to wish me a Happy birthday, but really, she was checking if my sister was back from her party the previous night and made it home safely in her drunken stupor. After that, I couldn't fall back asleep again. It was pretty annoying because i wanted to sleep more, but i was too excited to sleep. Either way, I lost. So for a good 2 and a half hours, i tossed and turned until i had to get up and run some last minute errands, ie: buying boutineer (sp?) and camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while or so, my aunt came over and she did my hair, complete with loads of gel and hairspray.It takes alot for my hair to behave and keep curls in. Then came the dress. Oh dear, my dress. I love it and hate it all at the same time. I'm telling you, these breasts of mine are uncontrollable. They have a mind of their own, and i guess they felt like not fitting into my dress, instead popping out and saying "Hello" to the world. It was a constant problem throughout the day, especially while dancing. In the end, just thought fuck it and let the twins do whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 came around and Jessica showed up and changed into her lovely dress as well. We headed to Amy's house , met up with Jessica B., Laura,Melissa, Taylor, Karen, and John. Basically, everyone else that was going in our limo. After the forced poses and the fake smiles, back to my house we all went to wait for our limo, which was 10 minutes or so late. Again, more pictures and then even more pictures. But surprisingly, our limo was upgraded to an Escalade for free because they ran out of regular limos. Our driver was pretty nice, but kinda out there. He doesn't know the differance between heading South, and heading North. They're opposite directions buddy, get it right. Nonetheless, the limo was infuckincredible, sans the soda that got spilled on my dress,[ thanks Melissa, you whore]. Its a fact, people pay more attention to you when you're riding in a limo , with the window's down and money hanging out of your dress. We all took picture with wads of money, and i'm still waiting for Amy to send me the link for those. WHen i get them, i'll be sure to post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we finally arrived at City Walk, with only 10 mintues to spare to make it to our 5:40 dinner reservations at Hard Rock Cafe. I was reminded why i don't like wearing highheels. Dinner is a story of its own. All together, there was 16 of us. Big group. Best part was everyone wishing me a happy birthday! Our waitress made me stand up while she announced to the whole entire lot of Hard Rock that it was my 17th birhtday. She made everyone scream " Happy Birthday Maegan". It was THE best. I bet the look on my face was pretty classic. The food was good, the company was even better, and i wouldn't have it any other way. But of course, it wasnt' quite complete because my besterest friend Anna wasn't there to celebrate with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, someone didin't fess up and we ended up being short $30 for the bill. But we resolved it and hussled ourselves along and barely made it back to our limo. On the way back to good ole Cammy, wathched Troy! One of my favorite movies. hehe. all of you know why of course. Its pretty obvious. Blah, blah, blah, let me skip to the actual dance itself now. That's the fun part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme of the dance: Heart of the Ocean.Based off Titanic. Go figure. The dance was alright. It wasn't "off the hook". For one thing, it wasn't dark enough in the gym. Dances need to be dark. And the music was absolute crap. It got better in the end but overall, last year's DJ was much better, he played the Killer's remix! Anyways, i shook my ass, they shook theirs. I did the booty drop a couple of times. It was an impulse thing. It HAD to be done. I got a couple shocked faces, but it was well worth it. i save that move in the most dire situations. Just to liven things up when no one else is really dancing. Ugh, and i officially know what Melissa felt like when all these random latino people started dancing with her. Some random guy came up to me , from behind, and started dancing with me. I never even got the chance to turn around and see who it was. All i knew was that at the same time this guy was dancing with me, he was slapping some other girls ass and screaming, "Yeah Baby!"..... Okay.. yeah. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dance ended, people were leaving, and the night was too young for it to end. So we all headed to the bowling ally for some Cosmic Bolwing! I didnt' go bowling actually, neither did half of the people either. We just mostly sat around and made our own little dance party. Sad thing is the music at the bowling alley was much better compared to the actual dance itself. To list some of the things we did: I got a lap dance, played DDR, danced to my own music, and just enjoyed every last bit of my birthday. Not to mention, by the end of the night, i practically had sex hair. It was awesome. My curls abondoned me and left me with a mess of poofyness and tangles, resulting in big, out of control hair. Which admittingly, looked pretty hott to me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's that. My homecoming/birthday wrapped in a nutshell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on Pics to enlarge them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc17.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc16.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc15.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc14.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc12.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc7.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/international_superhit/hc11.jpg" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113083219849457442?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113083219849457442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113083219849457442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113083219849457442' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-113030809362452824</id><published>2005-10-25T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:28:13.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Savvy Once Again</title><content type='html'>Wow, i amazed myself. I actually went a week and  a half without updating about useless crap or random happenings.  New layout by the way, even though i loved my old one, i thought it was time for a change. Anyways, here's whats been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much hinting,  my mother finally bought  me a new computer, a Compaq, as an early birthday present  at Fry's because it was on sale. But i guess i should say an early birthday present, early christmas present and early graduation present, combined. With my much improved computer, don't be surprised if you see me online all hours of the day.  My eyes are going to shrivel up from staring at the screen for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;I also got my long awaited Kingdom of Heaven DVD!  And with my new computer, i'm able to watch it in my room over and over and over again. Even take snapshots of ...certain things.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of Elizabethtown. And it actually recieved good reviews! So HAH! I've seen it a total of 2 times. but i'm hoping to change that. Yeah, I'm lame. Well, since i'm on a roll for being such a dork, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire : November 18!!!! Mark it on your calenders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is almost here, and i've yet to think of a costume to wear. Basically, i've been a Pirate Wench for the the past 3 Halloweens and i'm hoping to be something else this year. Don't get me wrong, being a wench was fun, heck i'm one all the time, but some change would be nice.  If all else fails, i guess i can resort back to my make-shift pirate outfit. It never fails me. I'm probably not even going to go out  and get poisoned  candy from my evil neighbors this year. I think i'd rather pass out my own poisoned candy, scare little kiddes and shame their parents with my pirate whore outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thing today. There was a jersey auction at school. It's where our football team auctions off their own jerseys. Of course, its just a lame way of taking students money for a jersey that gross, compensating  guys sweat in. The highest bid? $120. Lowest? $5. How'd it'd get up to $120? Well first of all, the guy had curly hair, and if i had money, i would have bid too, but sadly i did not. Plus , he was pretty damn buff. .. but i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In  other news, Homecoming and my birthday are this weekend.  Fuck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. there are alot of stupid bitches at my school. that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-113030809362452824?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113030809362452824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/113030809362452824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113030809362452824' title='Computer Savvy Once Again'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112927303035936592</id><published>2005-10-13T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:28:36.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Movie for the Collection</title><content type='html'>Have you missed me? I've finally scrounged up enough will power make an entry. I real one. Not a half-assed one. So enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is mostly settled and done with regarding Homecoming. Reservations are made, dresses are bought, and asses are ready for shaking!! I'm very excited for HC this year because i consider it own little Birthday Bash as well. Funny how that worked out. I guess my reign as Homecoming Nazi has ended. Don't make me do this again. Further details later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my little student-teacher crush has paid off. Not only am I on good terms with my Physics teacher [and by good terms, i don't mean anything naughty you blighters], but I'm also passing his class with flying colors and hipster hearts. &lt;33 Physics is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really pathetic the other day. After finishing up all the neccesary homework, i had a party with one person. Me! I even made Cheese fondue! And everyone knows it ain't a party without fondue! Random shit amuses me. The cheese was good anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, recently, i found my evil twin. She looks &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; like me, except she's mehican. I think. She stole my name, my glasses, my hair style, my music. okay, not everything. But it was creepy finding out that her name was Meagan, not Maegan. Want proof she looks like me? Go to my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt; and figure it out. I love my picture.* Maybe I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the daughter of the milkman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hectic weeke filled with crap I didn't really need, I'm very relieved that its Friday tomorrow. Can you guess what happens tomorrow? Can you ? Can you? ELIZABETHTOWN STARTS TOMORROW!! I order you to go see it. Yeah, yeah... another Orlando film to add to my collection. So don't be hatin'! It's not my fault he's just a perfect specimen of what i call, sex on legs. Bring on the jokes bitches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO SEE ELIZABETHTOWN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112927303035936592?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112927303035936592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112927303035936592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112927303035936592' title='Another Movie for the Collection'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112849306649356046</id><published>2005-10-04T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:17:46.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Asian Nazi?</title><content type='html'>There's this old, grotesque filipino staff guy at my school that i see all the time on the way to my Pre-Calc class, sitting on his chair, radio in one hand. He seemed pretty normal the first few days i saw him, so i said my hellos, politely smiled and went on my way.  I guess it wasn't till recently that he realized that I , too, were filipino. So now everytime he sees me, he raises one fist in the air, shakes it vigorously, and shouts, " Pinoy Power!"  I can't help but cringe and look around to see if anyone else heard him. I'm not exactly filled with bubbling pride.  Is this what i get for being polite and saying Hi to someone i don't know?!? He's one man short of a filipino cult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've offically been dubbed &lt;em&gt;The Homecoming Nazi&lt;/em&gt;. I guess i sorta stuffed myself into the position of planning everything.  It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; our last year so  I want things to go smoothly. It'll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess i'm off to watch Nip/Tuck. Best show ever. It was made for me.  It's what i like to call, VC Andrew's books in the form of Television. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112849306649356046?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112849306649356046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112849306649356046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112849306649356046' title='An Asian Nazi?'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112824313423127709</id><published>2005-10-02T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T01:52:14.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally here...</title><content type='html'>Here's whats been happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent all day today, doing absolelutely nothing. Watched Lifetime movies, and read my Porn Literature. Homework Completed: None&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was raining ash again from the fires in Thousand Oaks and Malibu.  Casted a perpetual sunset in the sky from all the smoke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretended that it was snowing, due to the ash, then realized it probably wasn't a good idea to be sticking my tounge out and catching little bits of "snowflakes".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sneezed and coughed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rejoiced that it is finally October. It is, infact, that best month so far.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elizabethtown comes out in 13 days, or as i like to call it, Orlando Porn.  Entered a contest to win a trip to the premier. Sadly, I lost and now my ego is bruised forever. The day I meet Orlando will be the day that I become pregnant with his babies. Hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been trying to find dates for my friends for Homecoming.  As for myself, I'm going with a good friend of mine, Taylor. He and I are doing a red and black theme.  It's going to be awesome. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planning to go to Magic Mountain's Freight Fest! Details later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently, i am watching Bloodsport with John Claude Vandam, and he just punched some guy in the balls. Ouch.  This movie is  a classic. Especially the guy that can move is pecs up and down like a pair of mechanical breasts. Now that, takes talent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, tried to scrounge up a entry. Better then nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112824313423127709?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112824313423127709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112824313423127709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112824313423127709' title='It&apos;s finally here...'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112763746895116414</id><published>2005-09-25T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T01:37:49.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building an Extensive Vocabulary</title><content type='html'>It may not be of interest to you, but lately I've been reading plenty of books. Sounds normal. But you have to question  exactly what &lt;em&gt;kind&lt;/em&gt; of books that i'm reading. To tell you the truth, i bought my first &lt;strong&gt; Harlequin Blaze&lt;/strong&gt; novel at Barnes &amp; Nobles with Anna. Harlequin Blaze is probably best known for producing extensive "romance" novels. Or as I like to call them, Porn Literature. The book i bought is called &lt;u&gt;Unzipped?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;  and i bought it out of PURE curiosity and entertainment. I can tell you now that it this was my first and last Harlequin Blaze book that I will ever buy.  But it did give me a few good chuckles,considering i finished it within 5 hrs. Other books currently reading: April Shadows, which is oddly enough, about lesbians. How i stumble upon these books, i don't know. I can never tell with VC Andrews. [My favorite author by the way] Okay, enough nerd talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of naughty things, someone found my page by Googleing "Sister's Sweet Ass". Interesting, i have no recollection of ever writing such things. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, its 1:26 am and I'm stuck here, waiting up for my sister. She's out somewhere gallavanting around Ventura. I just hopes she brings back a boyfriend. But knowing her... no. That'll be the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112763746895116414?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112763746895116414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112763746895116414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112763746895116414' title='Building an Extensive Vocabulary'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112718171121772227</id><published>2005-09-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:01:51.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillaging and a Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 22nd Birthday Sam!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace-417.vo.llnwd.net/00183/71/46/183526417_l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://myspace-417.vo.llnwd.net/00183/71/46/183526417_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aww, my one and only sister's birthday is today. Greet her happy birthday when you have the chance and remind her that she's just a little bit closer to 25 and to me thats pretty old. And in this picture, i think it represents her coming out of my mother's vagina..oddly, with a moustache. Because really... that's what birthdays are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's also &lt;strong&gt;Talk like a Pirate Day&lt;/strong&gt; today. And to celebrate I decked out in my pirate clothes paraded around school. It a national holiday for me! So celebrate!! Drink loads of rum and get totally smashed .. pilfer, pillage, loot and remember the Codes are more like guidelines then they are actual rules. Cuz Pirates are sexy. That's why I'm one!  If ya try to swab me deck, I'm just gonna have to acquiesce your request. Ye be warned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112718171121772227?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112718171121772227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112718171121772227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112718171121772227' title='Pillaging and a Birthday'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112701147346501134</id><published>2005-09-17T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T19:44:33.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for the Dance Party?!</title><content type='html'>These last two days have been absolutely awesome. My twin &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/banANNA4me"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; came to visit good ole Camarillo on Friday and she spent the night at my house. But before the sleepover could start, we headed over to ACHS and went to the Welcome Back Dance, with Melissa. Forget everything you heard about school dances being lame, because they're only lame if you're not enjoying yourself. Which was what the 3 of us did. Usually, Anna and dancing don't mix very well, and it showed! Just kidding. As for Melissa, or Little Miss Innocent as I like to call her, stepped out of her boundries and became Super Whore. It was the skirt. If you would have seen it, you'd understand why all the Latinos came flocking her way. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me.. I never knew how &lt;u&gt;alike&lt;/u&gt; my &lt;a href="http://www.simplysamwise.blogspot.com"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;  and I are..mingling wise. If you know me, then you know i am a rabid fan of curly  hair. So when i saw this guy from my Art class last year ( who is infuckincredily hot with curly hair of course),  I lost my balls on the dancefloor  and couldn't work my self up to ask him if he wanted to dance with me.  It took me 3 songs to wipe up my drool and grow my balls back. Instead of just asking, i straight up walked up to him and started dancing. And ohhhh boy, did we dance, like no other.  He's surprisingly strong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnndd.... I'm done freaking you out.&lt;br /&gt;Which was what he said... &lt;u&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Anna left today after our little excursion down at the Ventura Harbour.  So now I have a lot of busy work to do.  Homework! How lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112701147346501134?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112701147346501134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112701147346501134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112701147346501134' title='Are you ready for the Dance Party?!'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112667386752162792</id><published>2005-09-13T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:57:47.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate This</title><content type='html'>Its a known fact,  at some point in my life. I &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; to be rabid teeny bopper fan of the &lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;N*Sync&lt;/strong&gt;. What I want to know is, even though you some of you never liked them, or some of you have, in a battle, who would kick who's ass? Give me reasons here. I'm quite curious. My opinion, it'd be BackStreet all the way.  Half of the members  half either become druggies or have been to jail. That makes them 'hardcore'.   Beg to differ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertain me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112667386752162792?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112667386752162792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112667386752162792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112667386752162792' title='Debate This'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112623450810075858</id><published>2005-09-08T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:55:08.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An out of place Crush</title><content type='html'>Dearest Physics Teacher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem that I have recently developed an out of place crush on you. Where this notion came from? I don't know. Maybe its the way you tell your funny science related jokes and no one laughs at them but me. Or perhaps its the way mumble on about Physics, making it seem uberly more interesting than it really is. Could it be the way you tuck in your shirt or the way you smile at me when I raise my hand?  Most possibly, its your intelligence. Intellect is very appealing.  Forget about whispering sweet nothings, give me conversion formulas and velocity problems. I've never been so excited for Science, ever! Dont' worry, I'll keep this ill-mannered, semi-pedophile-ish notion to myself. I wouldn't want you to end up another &lt;em&gt;Mary Kay&lt;/em&gt; and be sentenced to jail for falling in love with a minor. Damn your smartness and your steel rimmed glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, See you in class. I won't tell anyone about this.  Even if you are majorly old and could be my father.  But you're just so smart!! Science and  intellect, my 2 greatest loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have succeded in freaking myself out.   Well, keep up the good work! Love the jokes.. *nervous laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bright and Shining Student, Maegan XOXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112623450810075858?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112623450810075858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112623450810075858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112623450810075858' title='An out of place Crush'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112598060588659973</id><published>2005-09-05T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:23:25.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not so bad after all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Random/imagesdpdead20raccoon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Random/imagesdpdead20raccoon.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day back, went as planned.  No unexpected surprises, or scary teachers. Okay, i take that back. My English teacher is waaaayyyy out there. Not of this earth.   I'm not lying when I say that she scares me to death.   More so than going to College next year.&lt;br /&gt;A good thing about the first day, was that my councilor didn't mess up my schedule.  I'm planning on dropping one of my classes, as of late.  I must have inhaled too many white board markers  when I signed up for Computer Foundations  because that class is.. well, quite amateur for me. Not that I'm trying to sound concieted or anything. But the pace we're going, is just way too slow and i could type a novel by the time they learn the Home Row Keys,  adsfjkl;. We'll see. I'll give it a few more days, but its not like i need the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,  wait, there is no other news. As of now, my life evolves around school, and homework. I can't shake from my mind that this is my last year. It'll sink in right? This is supposed to be the best year of my life. But how can that be when my best friend is an hour and a thirty minutes away?!? Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one thing that made my week more entertaining. I saw a dead raccoon on the side of the road.  Now.. some people might not see this as comical as I do, so don't hate me for it.  But seeing it, reminded me of that one raccoon from Pocahontas. His name isn't coming to me at the moment.  No, I didn't hit him with my car, like the squirrell.  I wouldn't do that to the car. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112598060588659973?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112598060588659973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112598060588659973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112598060588659973' title='It&apos;s not so bad after all...'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112546914832363343</id><published>2005-08-30T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:19:08.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>The Day has finally arrived. The first day of my Senior year. I never thought it would come, and actually, I really wish it wouldn't. I'm quite speechless actually.  You spend your Elementary and Middle School days hoping for the end of it.  For me, I like to think of it as a game, a Nintendo one.  Duck Hunt perhaps? I'm the duck, and school is the person trying to shoot me, literally. Eh, okay, so that analysis isn't that accurate, but I do like the game Duck Hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to spend my last summer day relaxing and mind washing myself with pointless hours of television and internet, but instead, I had to go to San Diego for a record breaking time of 4 hours. Helping my sister clean her apartment is no fun at all. But someone had to do it, since her roomate practically left the place looking like a shit hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, I think i shall save my careless titters for later.I don't know what this year is going to be like, but when I get there, I'll be sure to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112546914832363343?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112546914832363343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112546914832363343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112546914832363343' title='The Beginning of the End'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112496044310327184</id><published>2005-08-25T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T02:00:43.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeling Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Recently I:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Received a bundle of lovely postcards from the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/banANNA4me"&gt;Anna Oh&lt;/a&gt; , and grabbed a box a tissues to stifle my snuffling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Began to peel excessive amounts of skin from my shoulders due to my previous Sun burn. Yeah. I actually burned. It's a first. But the peeling i can do without.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started to re-read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which, by the way, comes out in theaters in November!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played Tennis with my aunt for the first time in awhile. I turned different shades of red before the day was done. Then I ate and destroyed the whole purpose of why i went and played tennis in the first place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought more obessive merchandise and now I proudly have a Lord of the Rings poster hanging on my wall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got bit in several places all over my body by god knows what and it itches like hell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listened to my sister vent about how angry she is about the condition of her apartment and how she has to clean it alone before she moves into her new apartment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sat around the house, watched Pirates of the Caribbean and enjoyed the time I have left till school starts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Might as well start more countdowns:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Days Till School:&lt;/strong&gt; 6 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elizabethtown:&lt;/b&gt; 50 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kingdom of Heaven on DVD: &lt;/strong&gt;47 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HP and the Goblet of Fire:&lt;/b&gt; 86 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;King Kong:&lt;/b&gt; Christmas 2005&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nerd Power!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112496044310327184?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112496044310327184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112496044310327184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112496044310327184' title='Peeling Away'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112461133438868573</id><published>2005-08-20T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:02:14.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shamu,Smores and 1.21 Gigawatts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caution: Long Picture Post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now.. This past week as been crazy and fun. Where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 156px" height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01027.jpg" width="121" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 13th:&lt;/strong&gt; My Grandpa's 80th b-day bash. A few days late. But better late then never. It wasn't till then, that I realized how HUGE my family is. It's mostly kiddies now. And watching them run around , acting innocent made me feel, semi-old.But not really.&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 134px" height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01029.jpg" width="196" align="right" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took my cousin, Tyler, to the park, along with all my other random cousins too. Heh. My sister and I managed to get some See-Saw action while we were there. As always, us Filipinos kept it Hobbit style and had plenty of good food. The adults drank while the kids played uno, and the people in between played Mahjong. I won ALL 3 games by the way. Note to Sam and Mariel: You still owe David and me coffee Bean. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 141px" height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01082.jpg" width="188" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 18th:&lt;/b&gt; Woke up and had breakfast at UCSD since there is no food in my sister's apartment. If you want to starve, you should stay at her place. Afterwards, it was off to &lt;a href="http://www.seaworld.com/seaworld/ca/default.aspx"&gt;SeaWorld&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't been to SeaWorld in soooo long. It was like going there for the first time.&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 146px" height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01111.jpg" width="193" align="right" horder="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It wasn't exactly a disappointment. The New Atlantis right was pretty entertaining, with its Ghetto elevator, random pictures, and fake out drops. I'll show you the actually pictures from that ride, another time. The picture on the right, is from the Cirque De Mer Aquarium. I absolutely loved the show there. Can you guess what my sister is giggling at in the picture? Other than naughty pictures, we went on the River Rapids thing and got soaked, watched the pretty dull Shamu show, enjoyed the playful dolphins, and looked at cute little penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01133.jpg" width="151" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; August 19th:&lt;/b&gt; Hit up &lt;a href="http://themeparks.universalstudios.com/hollywood/website/offer_landing.html?__source=SAVINGS.REDIR"&gt;Universal Studios&lt;/a&gt; . Another place I haven't been in 10 years or so. Walked through the Van Helsing thing, and almost pissed myself, then watched the Terminator 4D show. Loved it. Afterwards, it was time for Doc Brown at Back to the Future. That ride never gets old.&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 134px" height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01125.jpg" width="187" align="right" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even went up and down on those famous escalators that take you to the Upper and Lower lots. Around lunch time, we took and break and refueled our selves with very expensive, over-priced food. But what can you do? Jurassic Park was next and I was able to sit behind people that I wished were my good-looking friends. Then it was off to Revenge of the Mummy where we only have to wait 5 minutes because the ride broke down beforehand and there was no line.Haha.&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 158px" height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01134.jpg" width="124" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's just so many little things that we did, it really didn't' feel like we were there till 8pm. About that.. What's with Universal closing early all the time?? You'd think they'd stay open later.&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01135.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 161px" height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01135.jpg" width="128" align="right" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyways, we didn't catch the Fear Factor Live thing, but we did go to BackDraft and to the Special Effects Studio, which I really enjoyed because I was scared out of my wits by a crotch grinding werewolf. To wrap things up, we finished our day with the Tour Ride, King Kong, Jaws and all. We need to go back again sometime.. But maybe not in the near future. I don't' know the next time I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01049.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 185px" height="200" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Family/DSC01049.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's why I've been so tired lately. Passing out everytime we get home. In between that big gap, we just went to the beach and stuff ^, played mini-golf, as you know, and just hung out and watched Lord of the Rings. Always a good thing. Well, I've spent too much time writing this. I better let other people on the computer. I guess its back to Camarillo tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112461133438868573?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112461133438868573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112461133438868573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112461133438868573' title='Shamu,Smores and 1.21 Gigawatts'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112415340804959710</id><published>2005-08-15T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:50:08.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Denial</title><content type='html'>Change of plans, I'm not in Camarillo anymore. I thought I'd spend my last few weeks there, but spending time with my awesome cousins just seemed like the more sensible option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's time for that yearly entry where I complain that school is starting and how I whine about how I don't' want to go back. But then I counter my obligations with reasonable situations, like how Senior year is always the easiest year, and how I have Graduation to look forward too. Grad Night shouldn't be that bad either. See? This year can't possibly be as bad as I'm envisioning it in my head. I think I'll use this as a movtivation to get through the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that time, I'm here in Irvine, hanging out with &lt;a href="http://www.speedoftheshire.blogspot.com"&gt;Mariel&lt;/a&gt; and Ryan. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.boomersparks.com/"&gt;Boomers&lt;/a&gt; today and played some Mini Gulf. I suck alot of balls. I got 3rd place. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to kill this boy while we were driving Go-Karts. He kept on purposely running into people and making them stall. I hope in the future that he get hit by a car and becomes permanently handicapped. And I'll make up all of this negative thinking by helping out the elderly at the Retirement homes. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112415340804959710?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112415340804959710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112415340804959710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112415340804959710' title='I&apos;m In Denial'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112366373200077724</id><published>2005-08-10T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T01:57:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Fuzzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jbwan.com/roblog/images/getfuzzy_chicken.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://www.jbwan.com/roblog/images/getfuzzy_chicken.gif" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click to Enlarge ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;The days till school starts are winding down. I only have until the end of this month. I'm still in denial. Lately, I have been sleeping, quite a lot actually, and watching DVDs, all of which happen to have either Colin Firth, or Hugh Grant in them. From them alone, I'm starting to acquire their British accent. It'll come in handy someday. Or purposefully be used as a form of entertainment for my sister. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Grandpa's 80th birthday party is this Saturday. Even though his birthday passed already, we're celebrating it a couple of weeks late due to some..... technical difficulties, for lack of better words. I'm looking forward to it though. I'm rather fond of our family get togethers, and all the drama it creates in between. Which somehow reminds me of my little cousin, Brianna. My sister and I just recently got pictures from our Aunt, as I'm sure everyone else in our family did. It was when I was looking at her nicely photographed pictures when I thought, " Damn, i feel pretty old." Okay, so not 80-ish old, or mid 20-ish old, or any number past 20. But you know what I mean....hopefully. But i also realized, i have a lot of growing up to do too, but still don't' fancy people telling me what to do. As i used to say, "You're not the boss of me!"So for now, I'm just going to enjoy being &lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt; .It's a nice age, until October, I guess. Anyways, I'm going back to Camarillo possibly Thursday night, or Friday, but won't officially be available till Sunday...there's no one left in Camarillo after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I forget...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I killed a squirrel driving back from Wal-mart a couple of days ago. I'm actually proud of my gruesome feat. There it was, in the middle of the road, nibbling on a fallen acorn. I slowed down at first, aligning the squirrel with the front tire. And when the timing was right, I sped up and squished the poor squirrel into a pancake, soaking it in its own strawberry syrup, oh wait, i mean blood. It's bushy tail was still intact. There's probably a family of squirrels wondering what happened to their dear father. Sooner or later, Mama squirrel is going to have to tell her babies the truth....that their dad was KILLED. It's the circle of life. Afterwards, i went home and ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112366373200077724?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112366373200077724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112366373200077724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112366373200077724' title='Get Fuzzy'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112314053117885753</id><published>2005-08-03T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:38:57.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonsai Kitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Blog/kitten8va.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Blog/kitten8va.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally here in &lt;em&gt;San Diego&lt;/em&gt;, with the &lt;a href="http://www.simplysamwise.blogspot.com"&gt;Sis&lt;/a&gt; . And I'm probably going to be staying here till School starts up again. I'm not even sure when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/banANNA4me"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; officially moved to Palos Verdes. I was over there helping her pack her things, or atleast tried to. With things like this, I tend to get Emo and shed some emo tears. All of which I did. It's a new found thing. I cry over the slightest things, like in Return of the King when Frodo leaves at the end of the movie . &lt;em&gt;I don't like saying Goodbye&lt;/em&gt;. This information never leaves this blog. Or you'll end up like the Bonsai kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i left Camarillo on the same day. There's nothing worth doing in Camarillo alone. Plus, San Diego is a nice change of space. But another good thing is that i finally got to see my lovely cousin &lt;a href="http://www.speedoftheshire.blogspot.com"&gt;Mariel&lt;/a&gt; , who i haven't seen in forever because she has been studying like crazy. Quite understandable. We stopped by her place for dinner and got fat on chicken with bacon, mushrooms, and cream cheese. My mouth is watering right now. .. It's 12:22am.. not too late to eat now, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I drove us to Hillcrest for the thing my sister and I do best, Thrift shopping. It's old news, i know. But we did go swimming at 10:00 at night, with Keerthi. Hey, its a big improvement from swimming at 10:00 at night during the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to beat the damn dog across my sister's apartment for howling so damn loud in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112314053117885753?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112314053117885753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112314053117885753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112314053117885753' title='Bonsai Kitten'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112287384851146081</id><published>2005-07-31T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:24:08.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stalk People In My Spare Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="215" src="http://myspace-196.vo.llnwd.net/00145/69/12/145182196_l.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Dearest Lovely French Guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;em&gt;Je veux avoir beaucoup de bebes avec vous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="215" src="http://k00083.myspace.com/00083/77/26/83586277_l.jpg" align="right" border="0" /&gt;Dearest Sam's Mormon Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;u&gt;LAU&lt;/u&gt; you. You are my Wallpaper on my computer. Ssh, i wont' tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from afar, Maegan XOXOXOXOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112287384851146081?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112287384851146081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112287384851146081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112287384851146081' title='I Stalk People In My Spare Time'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112245571457268021</id><published>2005-07-27T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:17:46.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Up Late With Me</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/banANNA4me"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;, is here. No, no crude acts of lesbianism are going down. Just some fun, innocent, old-lady lounging around, things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://skepdic.com/ouija.html"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112245571457268021?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112245571457268021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112245571457268021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112245571457268021' title='Stay Up Late With Me'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112219254294056729</id><published>2005-07-23T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T01:14:29.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let One Rip</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a hott and sweaty day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112219254294056729?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112219254294056729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112219254294056729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112219254294056729' title='Let One Rip'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112193836878767053</id><published>2005-07-21T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T02:32:48.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Probably Taste Like Salty Lard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I&lt;em&gt; finally&lt;/em&gt; finished my lovely &lt;u&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/u&gt; book. Now my &lt;a href="http://www.simplysamwise.blogspot.com"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't have anything to write about.. i pity myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112193836878767053?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112193836878767053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112193836878767053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112193836878767053' title='I Probably Taste Like Salty Lard'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112159235372381948</id><published>2005-07-17T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T02:25:53.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Ridiculously Overpriced Books</title><content type='html'>Just to inform you, i have recently purchased &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/em&gt; at Barnes and Noble for 40% off. But be warned, you can get it cheaper at Target. Bastards. If i had only known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;wand&lt;/em&gt;.  And just by that statement alone, proves that I am indeed a &lt;u&gt;true nerd&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you want to read it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112159235372381948?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112159235372381948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112159235372381948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112159235372381948' title='Harry Potter and the Ridiculously Overpriced Books'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112133112152804561</id><published>2005-07-14T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T01:52:01.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Must be an Adverb cuz you Modify Me!</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;strong&gt;wood&lt;/strong&gt;en broom has. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;em&gt;Burlesque&lt;/em&gt;. 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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicals101.com/burlesque.htm"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112133112152804561?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112133112152804561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112133112152804561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112133112152804561' title='You Must be an Adverb cuz you Modify Me!'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112114941660662890</id><published>2005-07-11T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T00:01:53.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Thrills for Ninety Nine Cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the Dentist and got a new toothbrush! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fought with an orange, and lost. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran for 1 hour and took an ice cream break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played whistle games with my bird Kobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got harassed at the filipino store. Mental Note: Cover up uncontrollable boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read my made-for-maegan books. You know which ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched nothing but Lifetime movies. It's become a horrible habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the 99 cents store with my mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112114941660662890?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112114941660662890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112114941660662890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112114941660662890' title='Cheap Thrills for Ninety Nine Cents'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112072341753808183</id><published>2005-07-07T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:03:37.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a tanning salon in my backyard</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;em&gt;skin cancer&lt;/em&gt;. I blame my curiosity for wondering what its like to be a darkie. i should have just asked my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for The Royal Tenenbaums. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andre, my sister wanted me to tell you that you'll never be too old for Popscene! heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112072341753808183?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112072341753808183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112072341753808183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112072341753808183' title='There&apos;s a tanning salon in my backyard'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112054693902204286</id><published>2005-07-04T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T00:02:19.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The different types of Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;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.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She grew someballs, okay half a ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On my half, i went to see some actual fireworks con mi amigo mejor &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/banANNA4me"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112054693902204286?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112054693902204286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112054693902204286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112054693902204286' title='The different types of Fireworks'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-112019805070552583</id><published>2005-06-30T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:07:30.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Make-Shift Vacation Post</title><content type='html'>Okay, seeing as I dont' really have the patience, or will to blog in this thing religiously, i'll just keep to bullets for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last week my family and I went on a mini-vacation, first we stopped in Monteray Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked around Cannery Row, a place with lots of stores and great restaraunts .. and frozen bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got alot of attention while &lt;em&gt;eating&lt;/em&gt; the frozen bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited the famous Monteray Bay Aquarium and saw all the enourmous  fish behind 13 inch glass. Watched the cute little seals and listened to my mom and dad talk about how they just wanted to eat all the fish...with tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got sick from something and got herpes.. aka a cold sore/love kiss on my lip. Nothing big. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we headed to San Francisco while driving up the scenic route, then we visited my cousin Andre who became our tour guide. And yes, i was afraid of the scary-hard-core homeless people sprawled about over the sidewalks, with there dirty beards, their germ infested fingernails, and their rancid breath that probably smells like dog crap wrapped in burnt hair. i guess you can say i have a homeless person phobia.. what would u call that? A homo-phobia? Heh.  No. I bet there's a name for it. There's a name for everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom went crazy in Japan town and wished she could just buy everything while the rest of us just became stragglers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the Pirate store there and played with the large vat of lard and pined over everything. Sadly, i only left with a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still want to go back to San Francisco, even though the place shocked me a bit. I want to go to Popscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed with my other Aunts in Daly City and yeah, not much to say about there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's the jist of it. I skimped on the details, but hell, what can ya do? Who has time to read through everything?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In more current news, i &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; got my license!! Took me awhile, but i got there.  Now i just need a set of keys to steal from someone. For now, my sister's car will do.. but shhh! So dont' be surprised if i just happen to show up at your place randomly.  I think it makes my mom sad  that I have a license. To her it means that i'm finally growing up..... i am soooo far away from that. Heh. Fuck, i'm only 16. But i guess its just another major step.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna go listen to M.I.A. now....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-112019805070552583?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112019805070552583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/112019805070552583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112019805070552583' title='The Make-Shift Vacation Post'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111984826173909963</id><published>2005-06-26T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:57:41.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep your way outta your hometown</title><content type='html'>I'm back!! Where i ventured off to, i'll save for later. It'll be a massive post. Just thought i'd inform you that i am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; dead and i do have all my limbs intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools over. Fuck Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i can really say at the moment, besides the fact that i can't remember much cuz i've been too drugged up on cough medicine and cold syrup. Too much is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get this summer started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming  Soon: The Vacation Post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111984826173909963?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111984826173909963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111984826173909963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111984826173909963' title='Sleep your way outta your hometown'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111879539326057954</id><published>2005-06-14T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:29:53.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll toast to that</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I HAVE FINALS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then its the Summer! The eternal time for dancing! And doing things we're not supposed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111879539326057954?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111879539326057954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111879539326057954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111879539326057954' title='I&apos;ll toast to that'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111862430676528439</id><published>2005-06-12T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T17:58:26.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not Ice Cream he's selling...</title><content type='html'>Did you know that there's an Ice Cream man that goes around my area? Yeah, i didn't either, until recently. It wasn't till i heard that infamous jingle that i ran to my window to see if my ears had decieved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ice cream man always used to remind me about my younger years.. and when ice cream didn't cost two friggin dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i heard the ice cream truck approaching my house, so i ran to my room to get two dollars. [What a rip off!! But i was hungry] So i bound out the door but to my disappointment, the stupid ice cream man was driving waaay too fast than he's supposed to and had already passed my house. Seriosuly, he was going like 35 mph. Fine! Stupid ice cream truck! Keep your over priced popsicles and bubble gum candy to your selves! I was standing in my front lawn, in my pajamas for a good 3 mintues, wondering if the truck was going to turn around... but he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like ice cream anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111862430676528439?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111862430676528439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111862430676528439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111862430676528439' title='It&apos;s not Ice Cream he&apos;s selling...'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111836228805046308</id><published>2005-06-09T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:56:07.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Educating the Masses</title><content type='html'>It never ceases to amaze me how idiotic, yet intensely entertaining people on drugs can be. I'd be lying if I said i didn't know anyone how does drugs. Truth be told, practically everywhere you look, 1 out of 9 people are hard-core druggies. Atleast some of them are more discrete about it.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, this guy that sits in front of me in my English class walks in late, and casually strolls to his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; *in a slurred tone* Whhatt's up Meg?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;Omg, your face is really red! what the hell were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Don't you mean.. what i just took??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; Uhh, sure. You took something? As in steal? Or as is poppin' pills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; I just f*ckin took 3 Valiums like 10 minutes ago..that shit is whack! Look at my hands! They're so friggin numb...*hyena laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; *blank stare* ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Man, i can't feel my body.. can you &lt;i&gt;BELIEVE &lt;/i&gt;that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You're an idiot ya know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; What.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; What??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continued for another 2 mintues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the remainder of class, i watched him grab imaginary objects floating in air and speak quite loudly at the most inappropriate times. To further irritate, i took my pen and drew a mock-penis on the back of his neck. He didn't even feel a thing. Supposedly it feels good when you move which explains why he was acting like an A.D.H.D kid jacked up on sugar and cocaine. It got me very confused because i thought Valium was used to make one drowsy. But i was wrong. So i did a little research on Valium b.k.a. Diazepam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diazepam is an anti anxiety agent.Used primarily for short-term relief of mild to moderate anxiety. It may also be used to treat symptoms of acute alcohol withdrawals, to help control epilepsy, or to relieve muscle spasms. Diazepam affects chemicals in the brain that may become unbalanced and cause anxiety, seizures, and muscle spasms. Diazepam is used to relieve anxiety, nervousness, and tension associated with anxiety disorders. It is also used to treat certain types of seizure disorders and muscle spasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common: Clumsiness / Sleepiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare: Abdominal cramps, blurred vision, dry mouth, racing heartbeat / palpitations, shaking / slurred speech, urination problems, convulsions, hallucinations, memory loss, trouble breathing, staggering / trembling, headache or confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;See? We learn something new everyday. Too bad my motivation to research things comes from a very bad example. Oh well. Nonetheless, it was rather entertaining just watching him freak out. Idiotic, but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that earns a " what the hell are you thinking" look would be the people that think that i'm actually Jewish. Yesterday, i wore my 'Jewish Pride' shirt that i bought at the Ventura Thrift store cuz i thought it'd be pretty funny to see an asian wearing a jewish shirt. [ If there really &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; such a thing as an asian jew, please let me know] Anyways, as i was walking to my 5th period, i pass these 2 girls. I hear my name so i turn around to see if they were talking to me. As soon i turn my head they ask.. "hey! Girl in the Jewish Torrah Temple Shirt!! Do you know *some name i dont' know*. We're meeting tonight." I simply look at them, then at my shirt, turn around, and keep on walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah , those have been my last few days. Approximately 6 more days to go till school is over!! &lt;strong&gt;And i'm giddy like a Britney Spears losing her virginity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****okay. so there IS such a thing as an Asian jew. Silly me....who's the fool now maegan?!?!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111836228805046308?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111836228805046308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111836228805046308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111836228805046308' title='Educating the Masses'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111810111680988001</id><published>2005-06-06T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:46:28.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the vapor pressure drop...</title><content type='html'>I think its about time to update , dont' you think? So yes, if you haven't noticed, I've changed my layout yet again. I like this one better. Took me long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the countdown has begun... what am i talking about? The countdown began like 1 month ago. But these last few days count. I only have precisely 9 days left of my junior year. And it couldn't be any longer. It's that time where everyone is scrambling around to get their yearbooks signed by everyone so they can go home and pretend that their not anti-social. At this point and time, i dont' feel like thinking, i don't feel like taking any of these stupid finals, i dont' feel like doing anything at all.. i think i have what you people call..&lt;u&gt;Senioritis.&lt;/u&gt; But a very mild case of it. Its a very common, reaccuring disease that seems to flare up during the last few weeks of school. It is heard to be very contagious and highly untreatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of diseases and such. The &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplysamwise.blogspot.com"&gt;Sis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; had to go to the UCSD hospital for &lt;u&gt;ass&lt;/u&gt;urance that she was not going to die. Not for a m&lt;u&gt;ass&lt;/u&gt;ive tumor, or a concussion, &lt;u&gt;butt&lt;/u&gt; for profuse bleeding. Need i say more? Now she has to take some antibiotic stuff. Its actually kinda funny when you think about it. But i wont' go into detail.. i'll let her tell you herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's about it. Oh yeah and &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Karen~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111810111680988001?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111810111680988001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111810111680988001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111810111680988001' title='Feel the vapor pressure drop...'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111786877892071193</id><published>2005-06-03T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:06:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Nails on Chalkboard</title><content type='html'>Oh my buddah, i have SAT's tomorrow/today [depends on when you read this] but i'm having some weird, uneccesary nervous breakdown. Yes, indeed, i am a virgin to the SAT tests, and by tomorrow, they're going to officially rape me in the ass.. that is.. unless i let them. Ugh, just another reason why i'm dreading to take them is because its just another major step in my life that brings me closer to being an 'adult'. Which also brings me closer to becoming a Senior, which i dont' mind. but then that means change. And change.... i'm not so good with. Only with certain aspects of my life. I'm prolly taking way out of hand.. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on a new layout, so that's why i haven't been updating as frequently as i'd like. I'll do a brief overview of my past week next time. but right now, i've gotta catch some ZzzZZs. Wish me luck? Let's aim for... hmm.. 2400??? No, let's be realistic,i'm aiming for ATLEAST 1600 but 1800  would be just fine for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111786877892071193?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111786877892071193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111786877892071193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111786877892071193' title='Like Nails on Chalkboard'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111717648004337528</id><published>2005-05-26T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:48:00.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elegantly Posed to Death</title><content type='html'>While driving down the 101 freeway today with my sister, it finally dawned on me that I'm going to be a Senior next year. My last year at ACHS. So as i sat in the passenger's seat and stared out the window, i realized only 15 days of school stand in my way. And have the teachers made it any easier on us? Fuck no! On the contrary, they've done exactly the opposite. Every year, the work that teachers give me at the end of year grows and grows. I haven't been so stressed in my life.. and i'm only freakin' 16. Anywayss, i'm trying to keep a cool head, and just trying not to think that only a few more weeks till summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, &lt;a href="http://www.simplysamwise.blogspot.com"&gt;the sis&lt;/a&gt; is here again, for the long weekend and we're gonna do what we always do when she comes home. The usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. So my sister has been making fun of me about the Bravery and how they're becoming TRL bitches.  I, personally thought that they were better than MTV and have no need to ever appear on that channel. So you can imagine the expression on my face when i saw their video for "Honest Mistake" play on MTV.  My sister only laughed and did the whole " i told you so " riff. Well you know what?? THE KILLERS are the MTV bitches!! Who has 2 videos continously playing? Oh that's right. THE KILLERS. so hah! in your face Sam!  I ought to punch you in the ovaries.   you know why?? because "Yo soy tu papa!!" &lt;br /&gt;Hey, i know how you can make i up to me...&lt;strong&gt;Take me to The Faint show on the June 11th!!!&lt;/strong&gt; And i'll give you my undying devotion. Maybe even whore you out myself.. you chinker girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i have a  US History term paper, a spanish oral,  an art presentaion, and SAT stuff that i need  to be working on.. so i'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111717648004337528?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111717648004337528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111717648004337528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111717648004337528' title='Elegantly Posed to Death'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111689302142383413</id><published>2005-05-23T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T17:03:41.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Marathon</title><content type='html'>I'm still in the wakes of a food coma right now. Yesterday, my mother cooked some awesomely good food. I mean &lt;em&gt;extremely-kick-your-ass&lt;/em&gt; feel good food. My mom is the best cook. Anyways, my aunt from the Philipines was here so that's why there was another hobbit-like feast here at Casa de Pagoda. To describe the day, won't take long because it mainly consisted of us filipinos eating, eating, and ..eating. Non-stop, With the occasional outbursts of laughter as we gossiped among ourselves. I got to see my   4 month-old nephew Aiden. He's the cutest. Wish i had pictures, but i don't.  Looks like his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the year is ending when you start talking profusely about Weed in your US History class. The topic of drugs came up today with my history teacher.  We went into this lengthy discussion about how most drugs are already legalized, but its the way the drugs are used that makes them illegal. He gave the example of prescription weed for cancer and migrane headaches. Long story short, my history teacher thinks that we are all Pot heads running around with our underwear over our heads. .. not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111689302142383413?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111689302142383413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111689302142383413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111689302142383413' title='Food Marathon'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111664349259377605</id><published>2005-05-20T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T15:52:03.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put us on TV</title><content type='html'>The school year is never complete with out the yearly episode of drama. Ugh, what am i talking about? The whole year &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a freakin' drama. They should put us on TV, let us have our own Soap Opera. It'd be called "&lt;em&gt; Camarillo Get High &lt;/em&gt;". The name is self-explanatory, but then very decieving, because.. well yea. you get my point. Anyways, there's this huge tension going on at school between a few friends of mine. I'll call them Ling Ling and KiKi.&lt;br /&gt;Soo.. Ling Ling and KiKi have been hanging out alot lately and recently Ling Ling has noticed that KiKi has been acting very much like her, as in , liking the same things she does all of the sudden, dressing like her, acting like her, I dont' know. Anyways, Ling Ling is starting to get annoyed with this and wants KiKi to back off and stop being a poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh what the hell, I'll risk it and say there names.*******, yes its true that people get annoyed with you sometimes.. okay , most of the time. I can see why Karen gets so frustrated with you. I know you've told me that you can't help but be who you are, with your bubbly and very energy oriented personality, but some times, its just a little over the top. You wanted to know the truth, so here it is. So i must say it bluntly... Stop acting like a fake, dumb blonde. Sounds harsh, and maybe it is a little too harsh. But this has been going on for awhile. and the whole Karen being annoyed at you is just the beginning. I don't know what you'll get out of this*******, if you ever read this, But if you ever do.. i'll prolly know because you probably won't give me the time of day and ignore me. BUT that's the way the monkey waddles. What i've learned from past mistakes.. is to confront your problems.. if there are any. Instead of just ignoring them and hoping that the whole ordeal just blows over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself have always had friend problems in the past. Maybe even currently. But i've already figured it out. I've gone through best friends like Paris Hilton has gone through sleeping partners...which is alot i might add. I dont' know, in th past, the friendship sorta just .. died. It wasn't going anywhere, i stopped talking to them, they stopped talking to me altogether, and i moved on. I never understood why. Its like i just got bored with them... But I'm glad to have Anna as my friend. I swear she's the best fuckin' friend ever. She gives me a new definition of what a best friend is. If you were to look up "best friend" in the dictionary, you'd see a picture of Anna. We're total opposites, which makes getting to know her alot more fun. And of course i love all my friends.. what can i say.. ALL of you are my best of friends. okay oaky.. befor i get too mushy and EMO and start singing, point is... i've finally found my niche. It took me awhile. but i'm finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. that what i think. Ugh, i'm through with this. I It's the end of year.. be GLAD guys. its supposed to be a time for just relaxing and kicking back. Hmm.. i'm done with this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;strong&gt;Star Wars&lt;/strong&gt; recently came out. The 3rd of the 6 episodes. See this, i must. [ There's my awesome Yoda impersonation] Who wants to be a nerd and come see it with me?? You know you want to. Let's get together bitches.&lt;br /&gt;Its Friday, i'm bored, without a sister, without a car, without money.. and without any alcohol! Juusst Kidding guys. But seriously, i know i'm going to be stuck at home all weekend. I have relatives coming over tomorrow and i don't know if i'm going to be let out. Well that's all for now. Comment me back bitches...&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***edited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111664349259377605?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111664349259377605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111664349259377605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111664349259377605' title='Put us on TV'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111614891978085671</id><published>2005-05-15T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T02:21:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like your Sword</title><content type='html'>So i recently saw&lt;em&gt;  Kingdom of Heaven&lt;/em&gt;, with yes, my future husband in it.  I meant to blog about it sooner, but i just never found the time.  The movie was &lt;em&gt;beautiful!!&lt;/em&gt; . I loved it. The plot was good, it could have been a bit longer i think. And Orlando was looking FINE! I definately recomend this movie if you like big action sword fighting scenes. Its jam packed with them.I need to see this movie again.... i'm relapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, i was in San Francisco and had to miss school on Monday and Tuesday.  My grandma's sister's husband died, so my whole family had to make a 6 hour car ride up to San Francisco. It was an interesting, and eye opening experiance.. being at the viewing and the funeral. I saw all of my Grandma's sisters that i never knew she had. Andi found myself getting angry at a few of them because they never showed up for my Grandma's funeral, they're own sisters, but they show up for a brother-in-law. I was fuming, but what the hell could i do? .. Plus i think i was just PMSing, that's always a cause for my sudden outbursts of rage.  But i &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; have a little something... or &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; to keep me company, and tone down my rage. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That just made me sooo happy and made the whole ordeal alot better...*cough* heheh. Okay, i'll stop the mushyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hair cut today. Its been awhile since i've done anything drastic to my appearances, [except get fatter -.-;;]. Took a good 4 or more inches off, and added some bangs.  I'm happy with how it turned out. My sister went along with me too. She got a haircut as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just a little busy bee today. I ran my first red light today. Aren't you proud of me??  I really didn't mean it. Oh well, no big deal. Thought that was interesting though.  No little ladies with a walker to run over. . .. and so it starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my little Maria Andretti escapade, my sis, my aunt ,and i headed to the Santa Monica Pier in LA.  That place is freakin' insane. Ate at "The Lobster",  sneered at the gross, fat, sweaty guys with out shirts on, rummaged through the Promanade and all the various stores, bought stuff, spent money, then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 23 more days left of my junior year. FINALLY!  Ugh, i just want to get it over and done with.. Anyone have a time machine handy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111614891978085671?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111614891978085671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111614891978085671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111614891978085671' title='I like your Sword'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111545117884379699</id><published>2005-05-06T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T00:32:58.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much Mary Jane on the Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rarely anything ever happens here on Andante Court. But i guess tonight is just one of those exceptions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; While sitting at the computer, chatting with my sister, i suddenly hear the sound of really really loud music. Not just any music. Rap music. You know, the hard-core, mothafucka i'm gonna fuck you up, type of rap.  Out of curiosity, i look out the back door and see some sort of party forming in the adjoining neighbors yard.  Like the peeping tom i am, i shut off all the lights, slip outside, and hide behind my orange tree for a closer look. When i get up there,  i hear someone yell ,"Let's Bring Out The Bong!!" I knew this &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to be good. Someone then proceeded to bust out a rather HUGE multi-colored bong.  I watched these people for a good 10 minutes as they continued to take hit, after hit. Then all of the sudden, this bimbo whore strolls out clad in a tight, red tank top and says, " Hey!! I'm only doing one hit but that's it cuz i dont' wanna smell for my parents....". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm sitting there, behind my orange tree thinking.. WTF, what is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WRONG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with you people?? People started giggling, girls start to grind with eachother, and admist all the underage drinking, someone dropped the bong and smashed it to itty bitty pieces... oh no, right? Some guy gets really pissed off and complains that he paid $75 bucks for that, slipping in ' you fuck', after everyother word. Oh it doesn't end there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For awhile, they go inside, but i can still see inside the house. The rap music stops but then i hear "sexy baby" music. Then some girl starts to dance all stripperish  while the guys just sit on the couch and watch.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yea, that was the jist of what i saw. It was highly amusing to see people act like complete and utter idiots, while high and intoxicated.  Things people will do these days. For shame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This just goes to show you what drugs and alcohol, when mixed together can do. I just hope that these people crash and burn when they drive home. And while their flesh melts and their nerve endings destroyed off by massive flames, maybe &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; they will regret doing what they did so idiotically. Mwhahahah.... hmm, i think i got a&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;little too&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;close to the fence. Just kidding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111545117884379699?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111545117884379699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111545117884379699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111545117884379699' title='Too much Mary Jane on the Brain'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111533993129759282</id><published>2005-05-05T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:58:18.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what comes out &lt;u&gt;tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/kohsite7.jpg" width="400" heigt="300" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kingdom of Heaven!!!! I have been WAITING for this movie for the longest time. You have no idea. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another movie to add to my Orlando Bloom porn collection.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; If you get the chance, go see this movie. I guarentee you it'll be better than Troy. Hah! [I still love Troy though, even if the movie was total shit.] Go see it! Go GO Go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111533993129759282?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111533993129759282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111533993129759282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111533993129759282' title='My Future Husband'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111508040849941585</id><published>2005-05-02T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T17:33:28.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's gonna eat you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A kid in my Math class was suspended and dropped from our class today. And if you knew this kid, he is seriously, a really nice person, keeps to himself, straight A student i presume. Why he was suspended? Because his science teacher, I'll call her, Mrs. Lamers, found a rather disheveled drawing of herself in his notebook  with the words, "Mrs. Lamers is Gay and should go Eat herself!!" in big, bold letters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, i guess i can see why he got suspended. Guess Mrs. Lamers can't take a little joke! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of teachers, my teachers really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BLOW&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;this year. I only like a select few: my science teacher, and my English teacher, ehh, and sometimes my US History teacher.I dont' go around flaunting how much i dislike the rest of my teachers, and i certainly wouldn't draw funny little pictures of them and hand it in, but, i sure can rant about them here, can't I? Give me a break, school is almost over and I really dont' feel like dealing with all the crap that they hand out to us on a silver platter. Oh well... only a month and a half left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister is back from Coachella.And yes, i am still rather spent and exasperated from that one little phone call during the Faint performance. Seriosuly, it was quite orgasmic.  I must stop speaking of their greatness all the time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't seen any &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;great&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; movies lately. I need to get my butt out there and catch my self up. I&lt;u&gt; did&lt;/u&gt; see Cabin Fever though a while ago on DVD. It wouldn't exactly call that a wonderful piece of art, more so, a very gruesome comedy, starring Rider Strong of Boy Meets World. How this movie won the Toronto Film Festival, &lt;em&gt;no tengo idea.&lt;/em&gt; Another really bad movie i saw recenlty, Jason X: Jason goes to space, or something like that. Its a horrile, horrible movie anyways.  Why won't that f*cker die??? Which brings me to the most recent movie have seen on DVD, Freddy vs. Jason. I happen to admire this movie.  I love Freddy Kruger and his witty child molesting banter. Either that, or&lt;em&gt; &lt;u&gt;i'm in love with Freddy Kruger's S&amp;M glove.&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;You just have to see it for yourself i guess.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111508040849941585?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111508040849941585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111508040849941585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111508040849941585' title='She&apos;s gonna eat you!'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111498769865683135</id><published>2005-05-01T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:01:58.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Forget You</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="190" src="http://poetry.rotten.com/bowlerplegic/bowlerplegic.jpg" align="right" border="0" /&gt;I'm updating! I'm updating! I had to force myself at gun point to update, so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, i have been doing STAR testing, or formally known as CAT testing. What ever the hell you want to call it, i just took it for the last time in my life! Never again will i have to sit my ass down and take a test that does nothing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the entire school had to test, they thought it best to serve us free breakfast. Pancake on a stick. I didn't even know you &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; eat pankcake on a stick. So here i was, enjoying my free breakfast, sipping at my strangely flavored orange juice. The orange juice always tastes funny at school so i thought nothing of it. It wasn't till lunch when Anna told me that the Cafeteria gave out orange juice that was 1 year past its experation date that i figured out why it had tasted so funny. A year old!! And i drank it! What's next? Pubic hair in my breakfast burrito? I dont' trust the cafeteria people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is in Indio, CA partying it up at Coachella. I'm so jealous, and she knows that too. Coachella is a place where all these really awesome underground bands come and play together. It lasts for two days!! So jealous!! She gets to see my boyfriends , The Faint. Gar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new layout. Hopefully this will inspire me to update more because i'm already running out of things to talk about. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++Edit++&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! My sister called me while at Coachella and i got to hear the Faint!!!!!! It was awesome!!! I LOVE THEM. I was having a party of my own in my room, robot dancing included! Yeah baby!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111498769865683135?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111498769865683135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111498769865683135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111498769865683135' title='I Didn&apos;t Forget You'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111397827077930839</id><published>2005-04-19T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T23:24:30.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Predict a Riot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="200" src="http://newswire.indymedia.org/newswire/images/2005/01/817635.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt; You've see them on TV,&lt;em&gt; Local School Riot.&lt;/em&gt; It happens alot in LA, but here? In Camarillo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we sorta broke the mold today at lunch. And i must say, it was absolutely &lt;em&gt;fantabulous&lt;/em&gt;. There was a riot today at lunch, although, it wasn't to the extreme where people were losing an arm and a leg, or even a shoe. What started out as a simple girl on girl fight, [ which i'm sure the guys encouraged], turned into multiple fights, which some how turned into a race riot[ i don't know how that happend] , agains't the&lt;em&gt; latinos&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;whites&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, have a nice chuckle. You read that right. We had a Race Riot at school. Practically half the school was glomped together to join in on the action. Did i mention that it was also a water bottle fight? You literally had to dodge your way through, without getting hit in the head. Gatorade bottles, water bottles, spite, coke.. what ever the hell you had in your hand at the time, you threw it. Some random girl wasn't paying attention and got smacked in the face, hard. Never knew what hit her and she started to cry. And then i laughed. I found it to be highly amusing. I myself, was tempted to send my Gatorade flying through the air, but i chose not to when i saw a rush of teachers swarm the area, pulling, no wait, &lt;em&gt;dragging&lt;/em&gt;, kids back to the office. It was CRAZY.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The office couldn't handle all this craziness so they ended lunch early and rang the bells in order to ge the kids back to class. Some sauntered off, some were hauled off to the office, and some just stayed and conversed about what had just happend. &lt;em&gt;It was the best time i had at lunch in awhile.&lt;/em&gt; Now, i'm not encouraging people to start fights, but just to&lt;em&gt; not get caught.&lt;/em&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Watching the people get lairy, Is not very pretty I tell thee, Walking through town is quite scary, And not very sensible either, A friend of a friend he got beaten, He looked the wrong way at a policeman, Would never have happened to Smeaton, And old Leodiensian, La-ah-ah, la la lalala laAh-ah-ah, la la lalala la, &lt;em&gt;  I predict a Riot!!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111397827077930839?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111397827077930839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111397827077930839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111397827077930839' title='I Predict a Riot!'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111388976270544155</id><published>2005-04-18T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:49:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho Silver! Away!!</title><content type='html'>Time to update!! So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was pretty lame.  Nothing happend, nothing like last weekend. Last weekend was fun. I never blogged about it, did I? Anyways, in short, went to the beach, surfed, went in a hot tub. The End. But this weekend? Nothing. Then again, its always nice to have days like that, where you can just lounge around an not worry about something, or spend your money. Now-a-days, having friends....is really expensive.  I'm practically broke.  Sad, i know. &lt;br /&gt;     The only highlight of my weekend was while i was walking to Longs to by some notecards. This kid came up next to me, he was prolly only about 10 years old, on a mini-scooter/bike /things, i don't know what they are. But he had with him a toy plastic gun that popped really loudly. So here he comes, zooming past me and he starts to circle the block, shooting his gun in the air while screaming, " HI HO SILVER!! AWAAAYYYY!" *bang bang bang*  I couldn't contain my laughter and let out a good chuckle and noticed that there was a creepy man looking at me through his door. Yeah, that killed the laughter. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;I also, applied for a job at Marriot.  Its this old, nursing home place near my house. Hopefully i get accepted for THIS job.  I could use a job. Some extra money on the side couldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's all  that  can come up with. Nothing ever exciting happens.. i WISH i could say: This morning when i woke up  and looked out my window, i spotted  Unicorn!!! It had a sparkly mane, and a silver horn on its forhead!! It was such a magical creature and it frolicked, not galloped, but frolicked through the meadows that mysteriously appeared, just like the Unicorn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, you're stuck with : This morning when i woke up and looked out my window, i spotted a brown, fence!! It had crusted with grime and mold  divided the two houses!  It was such a pathetic thing to wake up to and was such an eye sore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you get my point. Nothing exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is making me sad: The Bravery is starting to get popular over here!! Noo, they're mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111388976270544155?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111388976270544155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111388976270544155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111388976270544155' title='Hi Ho Silver! Away!!'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111337581112132399</id><published>2005-04-12T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:03:31.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Told Me</title><content type='html'>Today, i had a picnic at the cemetary with Anna, and i guess with all the other people, under the ground. Random, i know. But it was a nice day for a picnic at the cemetary, with homemade peanutt butter and jelly sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got to see &lt;em&gt;The Killers&lt;/em&gt; in concert at UCSD... for &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;! Lucky bitch. I told her to call me during certain songs, and she did. I just picked up the phone and via Sam, i was able to listen to Brandon Flower's melodic and honey-like voice. Mmmm. I am quite jealous that my sister got to see him in person. Eye liner, white tie, robot dancing... and all. I'm sure my sister will prolly update on this adventure, so you might want to wander over to her site if you're more interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111337581112132399?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111337581112132399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111337581112132399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111337581112132399' title='Somebody Told Me'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111311574680743717</id><published>2005-04-09T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:49:06.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series of Letters</title><content type='html'>Dear Fraternity boy on the bus,&lt;br /&gt;      While driving down the 101 North heading towards Walmart, i happend to pass your bus. Curiously I gazed up at the lot of you. You are probably years older than I am. And I don't really like Fraternities.  Please, the next time you flash a peace sign at me and wink profusely in an attempt to woo me, it'd be more helpful if you were alot more better looking. Matter of fact, Make a mental note: 'Get facial reconstruction'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Baskin Robbins Guy,&lt;br /&gt;     Hey, remember me? I came in with my friend awhile ago. Ya know, tall asian one with glasses? Yeah, i was the other girl.  We came in to get our ice cream fixings and I happend to notice what GREAT service you give.  But tell me....How is it that when you smile, the ice cream doesnt' simply melt? Cuz you're so bangin', you radiate hotness! When you asked if you could get my friend anything else, i was tempted to reply, "Yeah,  how bout your number. And maybe.. later on, you can show up at my door with nothing but some whip cream... and nothing else."  *wink*    I will be watching you  Baskin Robbins Guy.. from afar.&lt;br /&gt;         PS- Please dont' call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Man with moustache,&lt;br /&gt;     While at the beach with my friends, i couldnt' help but notice you built yourself a nice little fire pit in the sand. It smelled like burnt charcoal. I know you were sitting there , with your 98,092,834,924 kids and all, and i think that was your wife, minding your own business, not harming anyone else. Hell, i don't care if you roast some hot dogs. But don't you think you should build your fire some place else where it doesn't say , ' NO CAMP FIRES ALLOWED' , everywhere? I mean, come on, the sign was &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; in front of you. I was standing next to it and coughing profusely to see if you could get the hint. But when you looked at me and furrowed your brow, it made me wonder, can you even &lt;em&gt;read&lt;/em&gt;  the sign???&lt;br /&gt;Consider taking reading classes. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111311574680743717?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111311574680743717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111311574680743717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111311574680743717' title='A Series of Letters'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111255724602612349</id><published>2005-04-03T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T12:40:46.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Line</title><content type='html'>Today's the last day of my well spent Spring Break.  I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to complain about how I don't want to go back to school.  But there's no time for that. So just take my word when I say that I'm not very happy that I have STAR testing waiting for me when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things are getting better, i hope. Not in such a meloncholy mood anymore.  And what make it even better is that tomorrow, my dad is taking me to see my brand new puppy! That's right. I'm getting a new dog. A pug of course. No other will do. People always get pugs mixed up with bull dogs. And they look nothing alike, trust me. Bull dogs are alot more uglier and drool alot more than Pugs. I dont' even think they're in same type of group. Anyways, that's something to look forward to tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have suggestions for &lt;em&gt;male&lt;/em&gt; dog names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well considering that it's Sunday, I'm prolly going to be stuck in the house most of the time now. So, I'll see ya when I see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111255724602612349?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111255724602612349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111255724602612349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111255724602612349' title='The End of the Line'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111243956740752161</id><published>2005-04-02T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T02:59:27.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Even Start</title><content type='html'>Hmm, where have i seen this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm not one to usually post things like this on my blog. But right now i think it's necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/start rant]&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first off, i hope everyone had a good Spring break that was filled with lots of fun. Cuz mine was.  I had a blast, i really did, regardless of a certain occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know where to start in all of this.Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I don't want to be the hypocrite in all of this.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm just saying that we have those sporadic moments when you have issues with your friends. We just all need to chill out and start out again on a clean slate.  Leaving hateful messages and hateful remarks everywhere doesn't solve anything now does it? Why not give each other a chance with out being distracted by negative comments and sneer remarks? What is that supposed to make me do? Break down and throw a temper tantrum begging for forgiveness at how i was a selfish little blighter? Oh cuz God forbid that i can't spend time with family.&lt;br /&gt; What's done is done. I can't change that. If there's no way to start over, then just move on.&lt;br /&gt;Per say,  It's not right to bring a name up in a conversation and rant and rave and call them names. Its plain out childish. I'm not going to convert to that.  In fact, maybe its better not to say anything at all, even if what i did is unimaginable.  I might not be true to myself by keeping quiet and letting things die down, but when everyone is just so wrapped up and involved isnsuch a misunderstanding as this,  &lt;em&gt;i'd rather not rely on hate to drive me to lose my friends&lt;/em&gt;. Mistakes  can innocently occur can't they? But then again, you can't just stop talking to another person out of smite. If that's what people chose to do, so be it. You have nothing to prove to me by doing that. And i have nothing to prove.  I'm only willing to see the better side to this and just get this whole big mess over and done with, whether or not it means swallowing all of our pride. Don't you see how silly all of this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes alot more strength to keep your head up high and avoid negative remarks other than lashing out verbally or ....physically. Its a rough process to mend something broken, but in the end it'll HOPEFULLY be worth it.  With out all the drama in between.&lt;br /&gt;[/end rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see where this goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111243956740752161?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111243956740752161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111243956740752161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111243956740752161' title='Don&apos;t Even Start'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111224876395886135</id><published>2005-03-30T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:59:23.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take One Last Look</title><content type='html'>So my Spring break here is coming to an end. I go home tomorrow. Back to Camarillo.... Hooray! [yeah..right] I'm glad to say that my Spring break has been well spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went to the beach today. My sister became a blackie, whilst i didn't.  Cuz in the end, Spring break is all about the beach. Proves that you can have fun with out alcohol and flashing your boobies. Although, I did get to see a pair. They were Keerthi's. Keerthi is my sister's lesbian lover. I mean best friend. Same thing.  It was an accident really. Keerthi had spent a whole day knitting instead of studying for her MCATs. She spent alllll day. It was turning out pretty well too. But in the end, her hard work went to waste. She made the hat she was knittting too small. We decided to make it a little chest hat. So keerthi retreated back to her room to "try it on". She comes out, and shows us and the hat just falls off, exposing a little more than i wanted to see. After that, we sort of had a "fashion show". But with out clothes. Okay, with pants on but no shirts? Never mind. Forget  i told you that. Scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,  I can't really sum up my entire Spring break. I don't want to get into the knitty gritty details. But my stay in San Diego has been fun.  I dont' really want to go back, cuz i know I'm going to have to deal with hell from my Math teacher when I get back.   Maybe i'll tell you that story later.  i don't think nows the time. Ask me later, maybe i'm bound to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well this concludes this post. Sad, I know. I dont' know whether or not to really consider this a diary. Keerthi is reading her diary outloud to us. Wow, she was a bitch when she was 15. Heh. Makes me want to write more in this thing. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111224876395886135?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111224876395886135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111224876395886135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111224876395886135' title='Take One Last Look'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111189302855746113</id><published>2005-03-26T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:10:28.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Gone Wild</title><content type='html'>It's finally Spring Break. A time for getting drunk, flashing  your breasts, and partying till there's no tomorrow.  But me? I prefer to keep things mellow. So I'm here in San Diego with my sister. I decided to stay with her for my spring break. I think i needed to get out of Camarillo, see a different scene for awhile. Although I&lt;em&gt; am&lt;/em&gt;  giving up going to Magic Moutain on Wednesday, i'm still managing to have fun here. I have Keerthi to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe me? I actually did homework on the first day of Spring break. What kind of loser am i?? I went to Starbuck's with Keerthi and studied for 4 hours.  Well, she mostly studied and i mostly read my soft-porn book, aka VC Andrews.  While getting lost in my book, there was this funny looking guy that kept walking in and out of Starbucks. From the way he asked for money and stuff, he was apparently homeless.... i innocently stared at him in awe behind my book. He was asking some guy with glasses on for paper.. the guy obliged and handed him a  piece.  The homeless guy happily trotted to a nearby table and began to jot down things. I couldn't see what he was writing so i returned to my book. Finally, the homeless man got up an left Starbucks again, leaving his paper on the table. Since i had enough curiosity to fill the eyes of ten cats, i sheepishly peered over at the table to see what he had written. I started to snicker when i saw that all that he had done wasd scribble all over the paper. That's it. Just a bunch of scribbling that made no sense what so ever. Through out the 4 horus that I was there, the homeless man did this about another 4 times, leaving his little art works scattered over various tables. But then thing that really oogled my goodies was when the homeless man started to laugh hysterically at random times, really loudly. I mean REALLy laugh. This was no chuckle, this was a full out stomach grabbing laugh. The last i saw of the homeless man.. he was trying ot bum cigarettes off of some lady. The things i see only in San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm just waiting for my sister to come home from work. I think we're gonna go see a movie tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111189302855746113?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111189302855746113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111189302855746113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111189302855746113' title='Girls Gone Wild'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111087007019977214</id><published>2005-03-14T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:01:10.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand in my pants</title><content type='html'>Went to the beach today with Karen and Anna. It's been awhile since i've been. No, we didn't show up, scanty clad in skimpy, barely-there bathing suits. [But i bet you would have liked that huh?] The weather was perfect for going to the beach, so we couldnt' resist. We even got attacked by a swarm of butterflies, which looked like they were just magically appearing out of the ocean. Reminded me of some cheesy romance movie where suddenly a thousand little, monarch butterflies appear just at the exact moment the two love birds kiss.... Yea, i've been watching too many movies lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole weekend evolved around movies. I watched around 6 movies all together. I'm beginning to get my reality and fiction mixed up. You know how in movies, when something dramatic is about to happen... music starts to play to suit the mood? Well, i've always wanted that to happen. [start dream sequence]  I'd be taking a test, i'd pause and furrow my brow.. and all of the sudden my pencil breaks! I shreak out in agony as a  very cute and dashing man in a black suit and tie, busts through the window. Some concoction of action music starts to play as the man in the suit jumps over desks and dodges mysterious bullets. He hands me a sharpened pencil and dashes out the door. The world.. is saved. [/end scene] yeah.. it'd be exactly like that.&lt;br /&gt;Although, my whole family life in general would be its own soap opera. My family in its entirety is a drama. We'd make alot of money. I should sell my family to Hollywood... talk about Reality TV. I , myself don't prefer Reality TV. Only with a few exceptions. It seems they'll put anything on tv these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. so not ALL of my weekend was wasted in front of the television.  I also experianced some Comic book porn.. with Anna of all people. We decided to take a road trip to Korea town down in LA. We trudged our way to a little plaza where we ate some spicy korean food.. which i still dont' know what the hell i ate. But i ate it... hoping it wasn't some foreign meat... like dog... or baby.  oh wait.. those are filipinos..whoops! So somehow we ended up at some really claustrophobic comic book store. If the store were any smaller... my ass would not have fit.. it was that tiny. I helped anna look for a book. During my searching, i came upon a very interesting book with a rather innocent looking lady on the cover. Curious, i began to flip through the pages. I giggled with delight as a shoved the book into Anna's face.   She stared down in horror and began to laugh as  pictures of lovemaking and blurred out sex scenes danced among the pages of the innocent looking korean comic book. So THAT"S why Anna loves reading those things.. &lt;em&gt;Anna reads porn&lt;/em&gt;. In the form of comics! And that was our adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my 3 day weekend is over. I must return to school tomorrow.. oh joy! my school year is almost over.. and i'm so completely relieved that is it. I  just want this year to end... NOW!! This year.. out of all of my years of highschool... this one especially sucks. Its so much more stressful than the other years.... Senioritis has finally kicked in..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111087007019977214?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111087007019977214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111087007019977214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111087007019977214' title='Sand in my pants'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111043793145089501</id><published>2005-03-09T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:58:51.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JK Rowling : A satanist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/harry_potter_fans.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;You may have possibly heard the rumours that JK Rowling is a full fledged satanist. Thoroughly, this is the exact thing that &lt;a href="htt://www.xanga.com/banANNA4me"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; so willingly believe. But then again... Anna you &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; quite gullible. We discussed this issue over coffee, and while driving back home. Anna sounded SO convinced that the dear author of the Harry Potter series, was a satanist. Determined to prove her wrong.. i decided to do a little research. And to my avail... I WIN!! YOU ARE SOOO WRONG MS. OH! &lt;strong&gt;In your face!!!&lt;/strong&gt;The rumour about Rowling was simply that.... a rumour. People only link Rowling as a satanist due to the fact that witchcraft is considered appart of the occult, which isn't exactly holy holy.Here are my sources if you want to check it out yourself:&lt;a href="http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/j/jkrowlings.htm"&gt;[Click here]&lt;/a&gt; Google doesn't lie... okay, well maybe it does. But not in this case. You can't put out wrongful information about a best-selling author, on the internet. But case proved, i got to do my evil little laugh as i proclaimed victory over anna and proved her WRONG! Silly Anna...the only harm you have caused me is &lt;em&gt;burnt vegetables.&lt;/em&gt; As i was doing all this research, just to prove you wrong, i totally forgot about my rather cheesy vegetables bubbling away on the stove. So thank you. You ruined my dinner. At least you get that satisfaction. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed i am a sore &lt;em&gt;winner&lt;/em&gt; of this debate .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i love me some Harry Potter..Mmmmm... Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter......&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way, wiccan insn't at all evil. neither are oujie[sp?] boards, or taro cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111043793145089501?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111043793145089501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111043793145089501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111043793145089501' title='JK Rowling : A satanist?'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-111017704170481356</id><published>2005-03-06T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:30:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough up a spleen</title><content type='html'>My weekend.. is over, and it was ruined before it even began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, i was blessed , specifically, during 4th period with some sort of fever/cold.  And once again, the bipolar weather only made my fever/cold worse, with it's huge hail and a piss load of tsunami type rain. So that same day, right when i got home, i slept a great 13 hours , drugged out on fever reducers. So yeah.. this whole weekend,  this cold has been progressing into some.. thing that is preventing me from talking. Oh well, i don't need to talk.Besides the whole getting sick thing.. i had to take care of Anna's dog, Kiwi. Yes her $1,300 something dog.  Or atleast around that price. And taking care of her dog made me miss my dog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. i don't have much to write about in here, but i felt like it was neccesary to keep this thing up to date.. lucky me~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-111017704170481356?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111017704170481356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/111017704170481356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111017704170481356' title='Cough up a spleen'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110966357024704693</id><published>2005-02-28T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:52:50.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh baby</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a blast.  I especially enjoyed Saturday,and if i haven't talked your ear off about it, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my little cousin, Junior's, b-day, so the family and I headed down to Rialto[wheeee!!] for some party action. To my mother's  expensed surprise, the party was for her too. She got her own mini-cake and everything.  I sauntered around with my all my other little cousins, Marissa, Clarissa, Alyssa, Sarahlyssa. If you can't tell, yes, they are all sisters and 2 of them are twins. All quite cute. We headed into the giant spongebob jolly jump, played some hard-core dodge ball with the guys, and had quite the work out trying to jump up and down.  Cake was eaten, presents were opened, and a trampoline was exposed.&lt;br /&gt;It took us a good hour and a half to set the trampoline up. Although, i wasn't helping much, i was in the jolly jump. You know, jumping around with you-know-who. I'd like to say that most of my night till the time i left, was spent in that jolly jump, i rarely left. Not that i'm impyling anything you dirty dirty minded people! But yes, it was fun. I'm glad my mom and dad had a good time. My dad mostly got drunk while my mother just laughed at the cross dressers. [yes, they were cross dressers] And as for my sister.. well, she tried to keep her eyes on me. Being the big sister that she is, she was concerned of my safety.. all while jotting down little reference notes in her head. I think i make her sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the night ended too fast for me. But i still got my 10 cents in. w/e that cliche literally means. &lt;33 I love Rialto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister left today after her daily weekend stay in Camarillo. What'd we do? Thrift shop, as usual,Laugh at the terrible movie about syphilis, and go cruising around Ventura.   I need more weekends like this. i rarely have any fun since school is always my priority...okay.. so i atleast TRY to make it my priority. What can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110966357024704693?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110966357024704693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110966357024704693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110966357024704693' title='Oh baby'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110921186847775996</id><published>2005-02-23T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:24:28.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to Remember!</title><content type='html'>Today is my mother's 51st b-day everyone! If you don't know, she's the best that anyone could be! Too bad that she has to work on her b-day but we're celebrating it on Saturday. My mom likes to think that she's turning "15". But she only wishes. All that said and done...  HAPPY BIRTHDAY~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110921186847775996?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110921186847775996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110921186847775996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110921186847775996' title='A day to Remember!'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110889561129607949</id><published>2005-02-20T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T02:33:31.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging Fun</title><content type='html'>Another bipolar day. Why bipolar you ask? Because the weather can't make up its mind if it wants to be sunny or rainy.  It graces us with its warm and bright presence and the next minute turns on us and pisses over our parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Anna and i still had a fun day. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another Anna and Maegan type of adventure. After watching a rather amusing Korean movie and watching Anna swoon over her 23 yr old piano teacher[aka her illegal love], we faced the bipolar weather and headed towards Main Street, in Ventura. We walked around browsed the stores and what not, tried on Poppet dresses, [i want one so bad], saw some &lt;em&gt;hott&lt;/em&gt;  guys at the tattoo parlor having their own little sex-ay party of their own [which i wanted to join  and thought of my sister], avoided the scary Bums and managed to make it to Starbucks. We were going to go to the beach but decided not to considering we had no signifiacant other, besides ourselves and we wouldn't make very good make-believe dates on such a romantic affair.&lt;br /&gt;So it was back to Camarillo. Considering it was only 7:50 and being quite early for us "older gals", we trudged our way over to the Mission Oaks Park for some swinging action. We haven't been on swings since our Las Colinas days so it was great fun and quite the work out. After our short-lived fascination with swinging, we got to talking and reminiscing about things we would like to forget but can't. And when the mood was right, it started to rain.  Back into the warm car, and back home. That's where the adventure ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still raining, my homework still isn't done, my room is still a mess, and i still haven't seen my so called cousin in a month!![hehe] Gar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel better Karen.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110889561129607949?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110889561129607949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110889561129607949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110889561129607949' title='Swinging Fun'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110842897362724947</id><published>2005-02-14T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:56:13.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>Indeed, it has been awhile since i've last updated.  What's been going on in the life of Maegan you ask Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a weekend this weekend. It was a close friend of the family, but we called him our Uncle. So my family grabbed their black clothing, reserved for occasions such as this, and trudged our way to Cerritos. On the way there, our car started to swerve back and forth. It turned out that we had a flat tire. Luckily there was an exit near by and we stopped at the nearest gas station. We called AAA and had to wait a good hour for then to come, and fix the busted tire. After a whole lot of confusion and frustration from the mechanic, we were on our way to Asian town.. b.k.a. Cerritos.&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was well, how all funerals are. Depressing and sad. It was sort of a mini-reunion for us. I saw people who i haven't seen since i was in 5th grade. Afterwards, as expected and dreaded from my side of the family, we went to a Chinese buffet. After forcing the overgreased chicken down, it was time to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was home for the weekend. She left today, and now i am sad and utterly alone.  She hadn't been home in a month.  We did our normal things that we do when she comes to visit: go thrift shopping, watch movies, and do our "ah ah" laugh that we alone know what the meaing of "ah ah" means. and i finally watched Dodgeball for the first time. Funniest movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is today. It was an alright day, considering i'm a single. I may be single, but not desperate, unlike some people who try and whore themselves out to any guy that passes their way. I just point and laugh when they so tragically get turned down and run of crying with their mascara running down the sides of their cheeks. All in all, Valentines was a good day for me. I recieved candy-grams from my bestest of friends, which means a whole lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for Valentines Day, Anna dressed all fancy-fancy because she is trying to impress her 23 yr old piano teacher from her church.  She was clad in her A&amp;F [ the racist  son-of-a-bitch store] shirt, and her NY skirt. Since the "love of her life" is moving to Boston, never to be seen again, Anna bought him a going away present, and in my opinion should of been "her" instead of a jazz cd. But she was giddy was pride and excitement as the day progressed and it got closer and closer to the time that she would see her piano-playing lover. Good luck anna.. you make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hope everyone has a safe and happy Valentines day~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Let's all remember to practice Abstinence!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Till then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110842897362724947?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110842897362724947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110842897362724947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110842897362724947' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110722466541550296</id><published>2005-01-31T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:24:25.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down and Out</title><content type='html'>Ahh yes. I almost had almost forgotten about my precious Blogspot. Well here's what been going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finals are done and over with. Overall i did rather well. [i think], atleast i'm satisfied with my grades. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To celebrate the ending of finals, the crew and I went to &lt;em&gt;Olive Garden&lt;/em&gt; for lunch and then a little window shopping at the PV Mall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent some quality time with Jessica, Karen, Alex and Anna at Jessica's house. There was some  steamy Hot Tub action going on.. but not the type &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt;  thinking about.  No... But i think it made us closer. Got some things out that i needed to say, &lt;em&gt;and i'm even more greatful to have them as friends. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My classes got switched. Nothing new. All the same teachers, just different periods. No more "Curly Curly Hair Boy" in my Art class. That makes me sad. He will me missed, by me, and only me, because i am the only one that knows him by that name. [Sshh] My best buddy &lt;a href="http://www.captaink-ron.blogspot.com"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt; is in my Math class now. At least 1st period is a  little more bearable with a teacher who talks about himself in 3rd person. What a prick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was recently my dad's 53rd  birthday and my Uncle's b-day as well. Both of them, young at heart.  And coincidentally it was also &lt;em&gt;Elijah Wood&lt;/em&gt;'s b-day. [Mmm, sexy hobbit]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got some new couches for the house, so now our house is &lt;strong&gt;sexy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's basically the wrap up. &lt;em&gt;The Sis&lt;/em&gt; is coming up to visit in 2 weeks. I can't wait. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110722466541550296?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110722466541550296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110722466541550296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110722466541550296' title='Down and Out'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110662407847251169</id><published>2005-01-24T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T19:34:38.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borderline</title><content type='html'>And no, i dont' mean the club in Westlake,I mean the state of mind that i'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finals week so i probably won't have enough time to update this thing for awhile. [sad, i know.] I'm not stressing as much as i did last year about finals. My  classes are fairly easy. No complaints. The only thing good about finals is that it signals that I'm done with half of my Junior year, so that means i only have 2 more quarters to go till i'm a Senior, and then 2 more semesters till i graduate!! But alas, that's still a long way to go, and plenty of things to learn. oh my. Writing this makes me sad cuz 1) I shoud be studying and 2) That means i'm getting old. Well, not really. But that means more "grown up things".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to studying. Wish me luck yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110662407847251169?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110662407847251169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110662407847251169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110662407847251169' title='Borderline'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110603105320269748</id><published>2005-01-17T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:50:53.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Enhancements</title><content type='html'>As &lt;a ref="http://www.xanga.com/banANNA4me"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; and I were strolling along the 99 cent store, I came across the most fascinating drink. It was called "Love Juice". And what is this "Love Juice" you ask? Its a sexual performance enhancer, guarenteed to &lt;em&gt;get things started&lt;/em&gt;.  I was rather tempted to open a bottle up and see if this so called Love Juice actually did what it said it did.  I showed Anna the bottle and she proceeded to laugh and slap her knee.  I was going to buy the Love Juice,  solely for the name &lt;em&gt;Love Juice&lt;/em&gt;. But i figured i didn't need any sexual performance enhancers. It's a skill learned with time. Heh.[Not that i would know of course] I put the bottle back down and walked away. Other, more desperate people might need it more than i do. So i just bought Sour Straws with Anna and went home. The ENd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110603105320269748?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110603105320269748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110603105320269748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110603105320269748' title='Cheap Enhancements'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110578237477308867</id><published>2005-01-15T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T18:37:18.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, to mix things up a little, Amy, Laura, and I went to the movies to see &lt;em&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt;. [ And i was reminded why i hate going to the movies, on Fridays, late at night]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us all met at Amy's castle, oh excuse me, her house. Her house is HUGE, no joke. [&lt;em&gt;Compensation&lt;/em&gt; perhaps? No, she's just rich] Okay, so I'll just cut to the part where we end up at the movies. The good thing about going to the movies with Amy, is that she can pass as a 4 year old and get in for the Children's price. Onto the movie review..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie itself was an interesting one. Since i loved how Moulin Rouge was a musical, i knew I'd like &lt;em&gt;Phantom of the Opera.&lt;/em&gt; I've always wanted to see it on Broadway, but i never got the chance. So seeing it in movie form was the next best thing. The music, dancing, singing was beautiful. Laura and I agreed that if the Phantom just kept his mask on &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the time, we'd let him ravage us. [oops, did i let that slip?] It must be something about men in masks.&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. It makes me want to burst into song at any given moment. So don't look at me funny and furrow your brow if i hear music coming from an unknown place and see me bust a Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;When we came out of the theaters. The whole place was swarming raging hormones.[aka middle schoolers] , reminding me how much i prefer to go to Century City 16 in Ventura when i watch movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that i saw the trailer for &lt;em&gt;Kingdom of Heaven&lt;/em&gt; too?? Oh boy. I was giggling like a drunk school girl trying to impress a guy. What can i say?  Mention Orlando Bloom in my presence and i'm sure to turn into a typical teeny bopper. It's my weakness. and since i'm on the subject i might as well mention that it was his birthday on the 13th and he's now 28 years old. heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110578237477308867?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110578237477308867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110578237477308867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110578237477308867' title='Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110551480211179168</id><published>2005-01-11T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:26:42.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fab 4?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's my new favorite thing!  &lt;em&gt;Queer Eye for the Straight Girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the greatest thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They have[and i quote this] "Hunky Helpers".  Damn!! The requirements for that job must be: tall, have an 8-pack, the love of glistening in the sun without a shirt on, oh and being great at helping would be a great addition. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But i still have &lt;3&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, as you can see. I twanged the layout. And according to my sister, i guess i'm a little obessed with them now. A little? I meant alot. They &lt;em&gt;Work me up so sexual.&lt;/em&gt; heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all, nothing important. Thank you for letting me waste your time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110551480211179168?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110551480211179168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110551480211179168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110551480211179168' title='Fab 4?'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110542451270540622</id><published>2005-01-10T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:21:52.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck and Cover</title><content type='html'>This morning as i was doing my daily ritual of getting ready for school, the news so graciously told me of the &lt;strong&gt;tornado warning&lt;/strong&gt; in Ventura. I giggled then as the reporter proceeded to tell the entirety of Ventura County to get into their basements if they see any sign of a tornado. I put down my brush and thought. Tornado?? Basements?? What basements? We live in &lt;strong&gt;California&lt;/strong&gt;.  Let me say that again... California. You know, where the OC , Laguna Beach and all the other wanna-be 90210 shows are based.We're not supposed to have tornados. We have no use for basements. But then again, Mr. Nature is unstable so i guess we could have a "Day After Tomorrow" sort of  epic on our hands. Other than that, it was just a typical day, oh and the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Have a good day. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110542451270540622?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110542451270540622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110542451270540622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110542451270540622' title='Duck and Cover'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110480678470443236</id><published>2005-01-03T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:46:24.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have a New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>I guess i can spare a few moments and update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what'd you do over Christmas break?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone has been asking me this question, i have taken it upon me to finally answer in full, instead of my usual half-ass reply of , "oh not much".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you are so well aware of, i spent the first week at my sister's apartment down in SanDiego, where i contracted some sort of coughing disease which had some dulling side effects such as phlem. I guess swimming in that frigid water [ during winter i might add] , didnt' help my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day arrived so my sister and I headed up towards Irvine to meet up with the rest of our family. The whole day seemed out of place considering that we usually open all the presents on Christmas Eve, but the day was fun, nonetheless. There was drama of course [which i cannot speak of, or else i'll be cut from the loop]. The day was even better when my uncle [and all of his little foster kiddies] arrived. Seriously, because of that, our family is a racial &lt;em&gt;Melting Pot&lt;/em&gt;. My day was brightened because i got to spend time with &lt;em&gt;Rick&lt;/em&gt;*. [And i guess everyone knows about that already, so no need to get into that]&lt;br /&gt;So presents were opened, food was eaten, plenty of alcohol was consumed, gossip was spread, &lt;em&gt;and i got my present that i wanted.&lt;/em&gt; [Ssshhh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years was spent at my house, but only with my immediate family, like always. We have our own little traditions when the clock strikes 12. All the lights must be on, you have to carry coins with you, and you must be intoxicated. Okay, so that last one isn't true, but that'd be funny. But we did open a bottle of champaigne. And that is the jist of how my vacation was spent. All the in between time was either spent sleeping, watching movies, or shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, I recently watched &lt;em&gt;Life Aquatic&lt;/em&gt; with Bill Murray and Owen Wilson. &lt;em&gt;Awesome&lt;/em&gt; movie. I'd like to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my dear sister, please come back soon. It is very lonely here again. Now you have no one to point out how naive you are about your surroundings.[ K-mart, Coffee Bean] Heh. See you soon yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it. This is all i can bare to write for today. And in truth, i dont' have a New Year's resolution because i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* -name changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110480678470443236?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110480678470443236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110480678470443236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110480678470443236' title='I don&apos;t have a New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110393228057735869</id><published>2004-12-24T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T15:51:20.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right On Time</title><content type='html'>It never seems to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, around Christmas, it seems my body has a yearly ritual to get sick in the worse way possible. I mean, mind you, but i rarely get sick. But when i do, it sucks. I always have some cough medicine, and pain relievers in hand around Christmas time because with out failure, i can depend on getting sick. No matter how much i try to avoid it. Anyways, i can't be sure of what i'm saying right now because i just took 1283093487 and half doses of medicine. Other than that. Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/simplysamwise/holidaysnake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110393228057735869?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110393228057735869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110393228057735869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110393228057735869' title='Right On Time'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110370501738483274</id><published>2004-12-21T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:43:37.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Too Late</title><content type='html'>Hell, I'm starting to suck at this whole blogging thing. Oh no! What's going on? I used to be the damn master at updating this b*tch every hour on the hour. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in San Diego visiting my sister. I guess this adds to the reason why I'm lacking in my updates. We left the little town of Camarillo on Sunday, and i plan to stay here till after X-mas. [ If i stay here any longer than that, i think my mother will die from loneliness] She still gets sad when &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; of her daughters are gone for long periods of time. Oh, and of course on Sunday was the lovely Anna Oh's Birthday! [ I hope you got drunk on some Sparkling Apple Cider like i told you to! heh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, [Monday], was an adventure itself. Since my sister and I still had some x-mas shopping to finish, we headed down to Hillcrest and then Downtown. Now, if you haven't been to Hillcrest, it's a rather interesting place. I was rather amused. It's like a miniature version of the Castro up in San Francisco. Although i didn't actually see the &lt;em&gt;Rainbow colored flag, &lt;/em&gt;i saw grand examples of gay pride. And they made me very happy. So here we were, shopping at &lt;a href="http://www.buffaloexchange.com"&gt;Buffalo Exchange&lt;/a&gt; , and in stroll a gay [and did i mention HOT] couple holding hands. It was some man on man action! Every straigh woman's fantasy..Heh, well atleast mine. Other than that, Hillcrest was awesome. Had lunch at some fifties diner where they just throw things at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown was another story. My sister laughed at me because i was so paranoid about the homeless people. What can i say, i'm afraid of the homeless people. Maybe it's there urine-colored clothing, or their lack of hygene that creeps me out. But then again, this whole situation reminds me of a Simpson's episode where Homer pretends to be homeless and getsall this money. .. So is this what &lt;em&gt;these&lt;/em&gt; homeless people are doing??? Ohhh, i get it. It's one big SCAM. Those bastards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just joking, i dont' have anything against Homeless people. Just as long as they don't go psycho on my ass.. i'll be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we survived the angry drivers and the trekking-last-minute shoppers, and made it back home. At this point it was about 9:00pm. You would think that night ended there. But no, it didn't. I got the brilliant idea to go &lt;em&gt;Swimming&lt;/em&gt; in the nearby pool. It was a short 5 minute walk through a dark, secluded park just to get to the dimly lighted, non-heated, pool. I think i've been watching too many of those Crime Lab shows on &lt;a href="http://www.courttv.com"&gt;Court TV&lt;/a&gt; because i was looking over my shoulder every so often, expecting some serial rapist to come along, shove me in his dark tinted van, drive me all the way down to Tiajuana, and sell me as his whore.&lt;br /&gt;After all this walking, we finally got to the pool, dip our feet in and decide it'd be suicide if we were to get in. So, we turned back and returned to the warm safety of my sister's partment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my minature adventure to the pool. &lt;em&gt;Exciting&lt;/em&gt;.. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="170" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/r_mcdonald.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Today went well. We drove up to Irvine to visit &lt;a href="http://www.speedoftheshire.blogspot.com"&gt;Mariel&lt;/a&gt; and Gerald. I finally got to see &lt;em&gt;Supersize Me&lt;/em&gt;. Holy Crap. If I ever anything from McDonald's again, i swear, i will regurgitate it, swallow it, regurgitate it again and throw up my lovely mess all over Mr. Ronald McDonald. Ronald McDonald is a pedophile, just like Santa Claus and Michael Jackson. Look out kids, Ronald might wanna show you his &lt;em&gt;Supersized&lt;/em&gt; "happy meal" ..in his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that whole deal, Macaroni Grill was the choice for dinner, then it was back home, to write this.&lt;br /&gt; I better be going to bed. Merry X-mas in advance. Drink Eggnog and make Gingerbread men. Maybe even throw in&lt;em&gt;  A Muppet Christmas&lt;/em&gt;  on VHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110370501738483274?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110370501738483274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110370501738483274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110370501738483274' title='It&apos;s Not Too Late'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110335530569029209</id><published>2004-12-17T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T23:35:05.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack Your Head Open</title><content type='html'>For you non-observant people, i didn't go to school today.  I had a nice little fun day of staying home and with a massive migrane and random allergy attacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, that i actually &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt;  to go to school today.  But my body didn't agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so i guess  I'll be seeing you all &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110335530569029209?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110335530569029209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110335530569029209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110335530569029209' title='Crack Your Head Open'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110308464701729883</id><published>2004-12-14T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:41:30.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck On This</title><content type='html'>Hmm, my lack of updating seems to have caused a discrepancy. I &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; [keyword: try] to make it a daily habit of updating this thing, but i'm sorry. My life isn't breathtakingly exciting and an on-going adventure.... but if i close my eyes, sprinkle fairy dust, and make-believe... then &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, just maybe, i'll be able to half-ass a decent story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;has been happening. No scandalous gossip, no slutty girls geting pregnant, no nothing. BUT this last weekend, i did manage to go to Anna's and my favorite hang out place....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Barnes&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hah. Yes. To us, B&amp;amp;N is like marijuana to your typical pothead. It has everything we need to keep us occupied for atleast a couple of hours. Books, cds,dvds, and of course.. Starbuck's Coffee. Dorks that we are, we make it a daily thing to visit B&amp;amp;N when ever we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination can be another reason as to why i dont' update as much as i used to. But then again.. i've got procrastination down to an art. I apply it to my everyday schedule, for instance, right now. I'm using this entire entry as a scapegoat for not finishing my homework. But Sshhh! Its a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://www.robinwood.com/Catalog/FreeStuff/FreeModels/FModelGraphics/CCane1.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;I'm rather fond of Candy Canes. They're rather minty and well coated in sugar. Candy Canes are one of the Pro's of X-mas. But can you ever have &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of a good thing? In this case.. yes. Today alone, i have probably consumed about a dozen miniature cany canes. Let's just say that i won't be sleeping early tonight. Whooooo.... Diabetes here i come! A joke, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, who is five years my senior, is coming to visit me this weekend! Joy! Though, i think she is more excited than me because she'll be coming home to a place that is well-stocked with food, and not just cocoa pebbles and Spam. I just hope that when i go down to SD , that i don't die of starvation. But i guess i could risk loosing some extra weight... cuz come on, y'all know i'm not as skinny as a rail. When she gets here, i am going to have to endure trudging through busy, crowded malls to go X-mas shopping, because in this family. We &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do last minute x-mas shopping. Its our tradition. Like i said... natural born procrastinators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only 3 days left till X-mas break, i'm squirming in my pants.. and i believe i just wet myself. A joke, a joke. A smidgen of me is getting excited about x-mas now. I guess that Clay Aiken Christmas specail really got to me....[not]. Well there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110308464701729883?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110308464701729883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110308464701729883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110308464701729883' title='Suck On This'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110257780747597999</id><published>2004-12-08T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:36:47.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is My Christmas Entry</title><content type='html'> If i may so bluntly state, its December. The time for Christmas, giving, being with family.. oh and yes.. cold, winter nights. As we slowly  ease our way into December,  that whole idea of "Christmas Spirit" kicks in, for some of us atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting nonchalantly in my living room, watching tv and skimming through christmas specials, when i got the sudden urge to look through my window. I paused for a moment, set the remote down, and took a peek.  It was like watching the Electric Light Parade at Disneyland. Most of my street is gaily[as in happy.. geez] decorated with streaming light fixtures, and animatronic deer. The houses  are pretty , nonetheless, but there was this one house. The house right across  from mine, that just went a little overboard. A little?? I mean alot. They had, the icicle lights, the animatronic deer,  the light-up Santa on their roof, the lovely display of Jesus' Manger, the plastic candy canes, the twinkling lights that change different colors,  AND fake snow laid out on the lawn... like i said. Waayyy overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont' know about you, but Christmas wasn't what is used to be when i was little. But then again, when i was little, i used to lift my skirt up in front of the boys for thrills.... Thinking about it now, I'm not as excited, or hyped as much as the younger generation seems to be.  Is it stubborness? I think not. Maturity? No, that can't be it. I still watch Power Rangers.  So what made  Christmas less.... thrilling? I still enjoy the presents, the scandals that go on,  the gingerbread men and what not... its just that now, i only see December as a vacation from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, my Christmas will probably be spent in a Chinese restaraunt, crammed at a small table, while i try to eat my food in peace without all the crazy asian  people staring at me with their intrusive eyes. I'm so sick of that restaraunt. I'd rather eat  my own bile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this whole idea of Santa is preposterous... [and for the kiddies that still believe, sorry to burst your bubble.heh.] How did they get us to believe that some fat, white guy, in a red suit, with magical flying reindeer.. comes down our chimney on Christmas Eve and puts presents under our tree with out us knowing??? How naive were we?!? Lumps of coal my ass. Santa Claus can shove it. [can u tell that i've become bitter?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there it is kiddies... Happy Chrismahanaquanzika to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110257780747597999?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110257780747597999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110257780747597999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110257780747597999' title='This is My Christmas Entry'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110223521923024205</id><published>2004-12-04T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T00:26:59.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride The Pretty Pony</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome. If you know &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/banANNA4me"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; and me, then you would know that we do things on the spur of the moment. So out of boredness, we went to Barnes &amp; Noble [yes, again], and had some coffee. Since the mall was near by, we headed over in that direction. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Move&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; The Mall was &lt;em&gt;crowded.&lt;/em&gt; Everyone was doing their damned Christmas shopping. But I'm glad that we went to the mall because we ran into &lt;a href="http://www.captaink-ron.blogspot.com"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt; and Jessica accidentally. So the four of us united and trudged through the mall the best we could ,without getting trampled by angry mom's with whiny kids and arms baring loads and loads of gifts.  To pass the time, we played dress up[ as we always do when we go to the mall]. &lt;strong&gt;Things got personal&lt;/strong&gt; when the 4 of us crammed into one dressing room to try on dresses for the hell of it. 3 words for Karen: See through Bras. heh.&lt;br /&gt;So we left the mall in a hurry to escape the angry christmas shoppers, and headed over to Olive Garden for dinner. We made reservations, and walked around since we had 30 minutes to spare. The night got even better when we spotted one of those  &lt;strong&gt;mini carousels for kiddies&lt;/strong&gt;. You know, the ones where you put a quarter in it and it goes round and round? So the three of us [Karen, Jessica, and me.. not Anna ,cuz she was too ashamed of us], positioned ourselves around the carousel, put a quarter in.. and held on for dear life. Okay... so the thing didnt' even go fast.. more like a slight jogging pace, but it was fun nonetheless.  We got some nasty looks from the people that passed us by. I must admit. It was a pretty funny sight to see 3 teenage girls crammed into this small, tiny, and pathetic excuse for a carousel. So the extent of our quarter ended, and we had to retreat back to Olive Garden to make our stomachs happy.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was yummy. Then again, Olive Garden is always yummy.  Interesting conversations we had. Karen got wired on 6? packets of sugar. Oh geez,  and she was already hyper! To wrap things up... dinner was good, we said good bye to jessica and karen, and now i'm here.. at home.&lt;br /&gt;So now its raining, and its wetter than Jessican Simpson on her wedding night. -.-;; Go figure. Its cold, and i'm in need of something hot.  Hope your day was swell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110223521923024205?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110223521923024205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110223521923024205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110223521923024205' title='Ride The Pretty Pony'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110188275099742725</id><published>2004-11-30T22:03:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T22:37:40.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Spring time</title><content type='html'>If you're a loser and haven't been outside these past few days.. than i shall state the obvious: Its effing cold out side!! I feel sorry for you macho guys.. cuz you know, Shrinkage and all. You do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who i dont' feel sorry for when they complain its cold. You obviously see that its freezing out side, and people are huddling for warmth or the slightest trace of body heat.... so why would anyone in their right mind put on uggs, a skirt, a shirt, and scarf ? Please, i am dying to know. Its not exactly springtime ya know.. you may be "hot stuff" in your blue uggs and short, punani mini-skirt.. but you look like an idiot when you're whining like a little bitch about the cold. We ought to take people like that and shove them up Hitler's loose ass... i bet its rather warm in there. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough  of my pointless rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is gone.. and soon Christmas will be here. I was talking to one of my fellow friends when the subject of Santa came up. I asked him when he stopped believing in Santa.. and i thought this was pretty funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"there was one day when i found a guy in a santa suit lying on my floor on christmas morning... and when the police arrived with the body bag, i figgured that there was no santa.. not anymore"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Funny stuff. I swear, you should get copyrights for the things that you say...lol.That made my day..er night. Whatevs....Well goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110188275099742725?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110188275099742725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110188275099742725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110188275099742725' title='It&apos;s Not Spring time'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110171324283444700</id><published>2004-11-28T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:27:22.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But We're Not Robots</title><content type='html'>So Turkey day has up and left. Hopefully you are fully recovered from your food comas and are still able to function properly without grasping your stomach in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thanksgiving was... rather hectic. One of the most craziest T-days I've had. Had a fun time messing around at Vons, as seen&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Image049.jpg"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. [don't say i didn't warn you..]  So Anyways most of  the day consisted of family drama. Which didn't surprise me because the holidays wouldn't be merry without a little family drama now and then. Long story short, the food was good, i got fat,and there was lots of drinking..[not on my behalf i must add]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen me already, i recently got a new haircut. And the question has been bugging me ever since i first met him.. is my hair stylist gay? He does the cliche hand movements, the incessant touching, and has overly dramatic stories ready at will. He doesn't look gay, he doesn't sound gay... Yet, he mentioned that his ex-"girlfriend" doesn't know how to wash dishes. The thing that really just gives it away... is his love for Clay Aiken.[Or should i say, Gay Aiken...seriously,The boy was beat as a child.] I mean, its like the new thing. You know... all gay guys are into Cher. Well now.. all gay guys are into Clay Aiken. That's my theory at least. I couldnt' help but give a little chuckle as i listened to Clay burst onto the speakers throughout the shop.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, my haircut looks hot and i'll always like my hairstylist no matter what. hah. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ and i'm not saying that gay people are bad... so back off]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i mentioned in my last post..Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban came out on DVD last tuesday. And i now have it in my possession. I've been watching that bitch over and over again.  Its Harry Potter Goodness. Oh shush up.. you know Harry Potter is the shit.  You love it. Just like me.. admit it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, so my sister is gone.  The house is empty again and now i can be stark naked in my underwear once more....[a joke , i swear] School starts up again tomorrow. Ugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110171324283444700?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110171324283444700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110171324283444700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110171324283444700' title='But We&apos;re Not Robots'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110111318615924661</id><published>2004-11-22T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T00:46:26.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine, turkey, and Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="150" src="http://money.cnn.com/2003/11/03/pf/perfect_case_wine/wine.03.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;My back is in pain from cleaing the damn house all day. I was helping my mother clean our alcoholic beverage collection [yes, they are unopened], and the subject came up about my mom drinking a whole bottle of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom:&lt;/i&gt; That was only a once in a life time thing.. i'll never drink wine by myself..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why not? You should! It'll loosen you up a bit..[pause] And if you don't want to drink by yourself... I'll drink with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom:&lt;/i&gt; [blank stare]....Go clean your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that'll be the day when my mom pops open a bottle of wine and just drinks for the hell of it. Heck, last time, she had a sip of margarita and she was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;giggling like a teeny-bopper at a Hanson's concert. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess alcohol and my mother don't mix very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/hp3.jpg" align="right" border="0" /&gt;If you guys don't know already, besides being an obsessive fan for &lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/em&gt;, I'm a fan of Harry Potter! And the third movie comes out on DVD on Tuesday. *dances around* But then i start feeling like a pedophile because i think Harry Potter is hot and he's a  year younger than me.. [which isnt' that young] ... but still, its wrong. heh. I bet Harry could show me few tricks with his wand eh eh??  I can see it now...*Harry and I, trapped together in that tower, as he whips out his broom and lets me ride it to safety...*  [ silence, crickets chirp].........Anways,It should really be named &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Harry Potter: and the Struggle with Puberty".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It'd be the best movie &lt;em&gt;evar!&lt;/em&gt; I'd see it. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey Day is comin' up y'all.  As always, the big turkey bash is going to be held at my place.  It's going to be another fun [but hectic] family get together. And yet...another reason for our hobbit-like feasts.  Soo yup. 4-day weekend. Happy Turkey Day ..  in advance.. just in case i'm not able to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110111318615924661?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110111318615924661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110111318615924661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110111318615924661' title='Wine, turkey, and Harry Potter'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110091616976939075</id><published>2004-11-19T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T18:02:49.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call me Nostaligic</title><content type='html'>How sad of me. I haven't been updating this thing as much as i should. Sorry for my fellow readers.. [if there are any, besides you sam... oh and anna.] So here goes my attempt to write you an actual entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt; isn't working right now.. so that's why i've decided to update. I guess i need a break from that thing. It may seem like there's nothing to do on Myspace.. but once start looking for people and just browsing random ppl's pages... things get interesting, for me atleast..  [who asked you!?!?] Hmm. okay, i need to get a life and start finding people in &lt;strong&gt;person.&lt;/strong&gt;  But really.. Myspace rocks cuz i found my old friend Matt Harmon. We were in 4th grade together. its crazy. How we haven't talked in so long. last time i saw him was in '98. oh , and he plays guitar really well.... He's Beatle crazy too. So i added one of his songs to my Playlist. &lt;strong&gt;He's soo good at guitar&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;..haha.. ok..enough from me... but  It really does blow my mind how small this world is, just cuz i found him on myspace. I tried looking up my other childhood friends from Lompoc, but i didn't find anyone else. =/ I guess you could say i'm a rather nostalgic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of the lame Myspace talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, You guys know how much i absolutely &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; Switchfoot right? Well, here i am, walking down the hall way when i hear some high pitched giggling behind me. Low and behold, i turn around and what do i see? A bunch of girls, all wearing &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shirts with the words , "I Love Switchfoot", on it. wtf?!?!? How incredibly &lt;strong&gt;lame&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Not only does Switchfoot suck some major ass,  but it's those girls who i take pity on... if you like whiny bitching, listen to switchfoot. *shakes head in disgust* Whatevs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay. that was my attempt at writing something.. how sad. I find myself writing about Myspace again -.-;;. hah. oh wellz. Seriously, the life is boring right now, think its time for some controversy yes? Hmm, what to do, &lt;strong&gt;what to ruin next?&lt;/strong&gt; hehe &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110091616976939075?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110091616976939075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110091616976939075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110091616976939075' title='Just Call me Nostaligic'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110076778196676935</id><published>2004-11-18T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T00:49:41.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Holy Damn! Do you guys even &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; how effing addicting &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;  is?!? Its infuckincredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has created a monster out of me. It took her some time to convince me to sign up so she could have more friends. Reluctantly i joined.. and to my amazement, it  took me in, hook, line and sinker. I've found soo many people with that damn site. People that i used to know in 4th grade![some of which have gotten Hott! ] Ya! Back in my Lompoc days!  Its crazzy! I've been finding old friends of mine that i had when i was "innocent" and young.. ahh, the Lompoc days. haha Anyways, if you dont' have myspace yet.. go get one.I'm seriously on there 24/7.. so add me kk? I swear.. i'm an effing advertisement.. i shoudl get paid for this..hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems i can't find anything else to talk about right now. It's pretty late and i want to get to bed but i was obligated to update this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[start_rant]&lt;br /&gt;I pissed off my friend today.. it wasn't my fault. It was theirs... okay, so i wont' go around blaming people, but they're mad at me cuz of some stupid thing. Its like this.. if you're to be mad at me.. &lt;strong&gt;tell me&lt;/strong&gt; that you're mad at me. so that i can do everything in my power to avoid you like the plague. Don't take the wussy way out and just walk outta class without so much of a word or a wave good by like usual.. what they hell are they even mad at me for.. do you absolutely HAVE to know EVERYTHING?? Sometimes, u just need to mind your own god-forsaken business. This should be a lesson to you. Lesson learned? Mind your own effing  business!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[/rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all. Sorry its not much. I've just been so preoccupied and stuff. School, hw, driving, myspace, myspace, myspace.. lol.. oh and guys.[typical, i know] Soo i bid u fareawell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110076778196676935?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110076778196676935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110076778196676935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110076778196676935' title='Mini Hiatus'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110042570453065269</id><published>2004-11-14T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T01:48:24.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bomb Voyage"</title><content type='html'>I saw the Incredibles today with Eric and Anna. It was a fun filled day. The movie was funny. I didn't know what to expect, but i was pleased. We went to see it in Ventura since it has better seating.. and i don't have to deal with the ppl at Edwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at Ventura Mall, somehow, Eric ended up in a dress, and then we had to give him 2 Big Macs.  I guess we mostly gallavanted around the mall.  Not much to do there when you're flat broke. but it was fun playing dress up AND dressing up Eric in more "manly" clothing.. haha. Or as i like to call it from Anna's point of view.."Korean Drama Style" type of clothing.  You shouldn't have deleted those pics from the dressing room.. that lady seemed pissed though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's my day in a nutshell. Now i'm bloody cold.  I wish it'd snow right about now.... i really dont' remember snow.  The only time i've actually witnessed snow in the flesh.. is on TV... how sad is that? ..Someone take me to a place where it snows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110042570453065269?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110042570453065269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110042570453065269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110042570453065269' title='&quot;Bomb Voyage&quot;'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110029631320977369</id><published>2004-11-12T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:51:53.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="150" src="http://www.courttv.com/graphics/photos/trials/laci-peterson/inside/lede/peterson-scott-court-inside-061203.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt; The Verdict is finally in.  The Peterson, Double Murder Case has just ended. I've been watching this case since the beginning. And there were times where i was unsure of his innocense. But today,  the Jury found Scott Peterson &lt;strong&gt;Guilty&lt;/strong&gt; for the both murders. He was convicted  guilty of 1st degree for his wife, Laci, and guilty of 2nd degree for his unborn son , Connor. Peterson faces the death penalty now that that deliberations are over. A mini trial starts on November 22nd to see whether Scott faces lethal injection or life in prison w/o parole.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long 5-month trial, but it has finally come to an end.  In my opinion, i don't think he deserves the death by lethal injection. I think Life w/o parole suits this type of case. He'll have endless amounts of time to think about what he did, how much pain he caused, his own motives for killing his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet is goes unsolved, just exactly how Laci Peterson died, or why exactly he killed her. Prosecution says that Scott wanted to be free from marriage and from his newly found fatherhood. He wanted to remain a single bachelor and not be tied down with child support or a nagging wife... [so why get married!?!?!]  It was said that Peterson's reaction to his hearing was unemotional. he showed no emotion whatsoever, stone faced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm dying to know whether or not the jury will sentence him to death... even though i sorta don't believe in capital punishment and that whole idea of " An Eye for and Eye".  I guess we'll see in a couple of days.. &lt;em&gt;what do you think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110029631320977369?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110029631320977369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110029631320977369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110029631320977369' title='Convicted'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-110015530900845265</id><published>2004-11-10T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:48:27.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Test Dummies</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated in some time.. so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news first... i have a 4 day weekend!! No school tomorrow AND Friday.. niiice. But that leaves me with nothing to do...hmm, i'll find something to do.&lt;img height="120" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/b0381fcc.bmp" align="right" border="0" /&gt;I think I'll go find my self a 'make-shift' Mr. Winkles. He's the cutest thing i've ever seen! Too bad he's animatronic.... well, okay. So he's not exactly animatronic, but i know that dog isn't real.. have u SEEN pics of Mr. Winkles before?? NO dog can pose like that.... even mechanical ones. Poor dog, looks like someone took a bat to you before i did... and with a name like Mr. Winkles.. i dont' see why you wouldn't have some loose screws and bolts up in your cabasa... Don't worry, we love you &lt;a href="http://www.mrwinkle.com"&gt;Mr. Winkles&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm kinda nervous tonight.. And even though i have no school tomorrow, i still have to wake up at the crack of dawn tomorrow for my drivers training. I dont' know whether to be excited or mortified. From the stories i've heard from my friends.. this LaHey guy is quite the character...I'm more worried about KILLING myself.. by &lt;strong&gt;crashing into a wall.&lt;/strong&gt; Or running over some poor pedestrian with there blood and guts all spewed out over my windshield.. and as they die, i scream and accidentally turn on the windshield wipers and watch the blood smear back and forth, back and forth and then the world ends......TMI?...okay. so that's never going to happen [hopefully] There's just soo many things that i can do to totally screw my self over.. buut, i'm trying not to think about it.. The thought of my driving still makes me laugh. God.. i hope i get this whole idea of &lt;strong&gt;driving..&lt;/strong&gt; Wish me luck yes? [ if u don't, i'm coming to find your house so i can crash into it ^.^ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay. That's all that i can think of that is worth writing about. Hey Sam, i added more Faint songs.. now i can listen to "Glass Danse" where ever i go!! You know what that means? More Robot Dancing!!!..hehe.. j.k Okay, its off to sleep for the Captain.. i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-110015530900845265?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110015530900845265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/110015530900845265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110015530900845265' title='Crash Test Dummies'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-109981331523527529</id><published>2004-11-06T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T02:58:15.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strip Clubs are Awesome</title><content type='html'>Yaaaah, Strip Clubs are awesome.... but i wouldn't know... really.. [refer to &lt;a href="http://www.simplysamwise.blogspot.com"&gt;sister &lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these past few days have been really fun, interesting, ravishingly awesome. Friday, was fun. I got invited to &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/keilriemen"&gt;Eric's&lt;/a&gt; 17th b-day party which was today.... but i wasn't able to go because i already had plans to go to my baby cousin's 1st birthday party! So , to make it up, Anna and i strolled over to the Esplanade and got him a b-day gift. I hope he likes it.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, that's what Friday consisted of. Saturday was Tyler's 1st b-day party. He is THE cutest thing ever! He's walking and running around everywhere. He needs to get bigger quick, so we can take him to Disneyland! The Happiest place on earth!!! Of course I'd take him on Pirates of the Caribbean, and show him how awesome pirates can be. Its so fun to watch my younger cousins grow up... it makes me feel all old.. but in reality, i'm really only JUST 16. heh, i have a long way from being OLD!&lt;br /&gt;The party was fun, of course another excuse to eat enormous amounts of really good food, part of our Hobbit tradition biatch! Of course, chocolate covered strawberries were included. ^^ Food=good, Tyler=adorable. Elmo=gay little puppet. Ehh, not a big Elmo fan...i prefer Cookie Monster..but if Tyler loves elmo.. i guess i can tolerate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove my sister around my block today... [ ehhh, i swear i'm better than it seems kk???] Ya, i almost ran into my dad's &lt;em&gt;parked&lt;/em&gt; car. If my sister wasn't freaking out on me.. i would have done a better job.. hahaha. All in good fun. She's gonna let me drive again tomorrow.. geez. What did i get myself into!?! I never realized how much i like being the passenger and not the driver.. but i'm not saying that i dont' like driving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty bored right now. My cousins, [Andre and Adrian], are out with my sister right about now.. prolly drinkin' them selves into oblivion at this point. haha. Whhoooo, Clubbin in Camarillo cuz Camarillo is soo Hoppin!![sarcasm] Ehh, i wish i was there.. damn my youngness... or not. I just have till 2009 till i'm 21.. ONLY till 2009.. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;this is GREAT! my sister just walked in the door, drunk.  She's a funny drunk. She won't remember all the things i tell her in the morning.. its funny. But her ankle is swollen cuz she tripped ina gutter.. mwhahah. omg. what a loser!!! I laugh at u Sam.. i hope u laugh atyourself when you read this... mcfag.&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-109981331523527529?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/109981331523527529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/109981331523527529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109981331523527529' title='Strip Clubs are Awesome'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-109953883658405310</id><published>2004-11-03T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T19:27:16.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'> The World Shall Come to an End...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today... i'd like to quote my sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;img src="http://www.leftlegcafe.com/Aubrey/4more.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;The pessimists saw it coming...4 more years! My roommate woke me up this morning to the horrible news about Bush. FUCK! WE LIVE IN A COUNTRY FULL OF IDIOTS! HOW IS THIS MAN RE-ELECTED? HE IS THE EMBODIMENT OF GREED AND BIG BUSINESS!!! Stupid Ohio and Stupid Florida. There's nothing left to do now but to move to Canada. Maybe I should just say I'm Canadian. Everyone loves Canadians. Canada: legal to smoke marijuana, legal prostitution, pacifist, legal gay marriage. Everytime I say I'm from the States, I'll have to go: "i'm sorry". When did we become a country of fundamentalists? If only the Republican party followed Early Christianity. When did Jesus become white and blue eyed? It's about living like a good christian, loving every one, peace and love people! Not about declaring a friggin crusade! This war is bullshit, and it will continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I can be even MORE ashamed to be an American after what has happened in the last four years. Sadly, it seems that the majority of this country is "happy enough" with these conditions to support the monkey once more. Well, congratulations, crazy people. You make up the majority of this fucked up country and even took over the House and the Senate...And we all get to share the wealth of your spoils: Four more years of fear mongering... Four more years in Iraq, where the death tolls will continue to rack up. We can watch separation between church and state slowly disintegrate and our reproductive rights stripped from us because of "moral values". We can watch our economy go further down the drain... $17 million young people voted four years ago... $17 million young people voted this year. No change. So to all you young people who have opinions but didn't vote: You have no bitching rights. MTV did no good even with their constant bombardment of "VOTE OR DIE!" Sorry P Diddy, people don't take your death threats seriously enough. However, I'm sure you have a huge hit list now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, when did this place turn into such a mad house? Doesn't it mean ANYTHING that the majority of the rest of the fucking world doesn't want Bush re-elected? I haven't heard a reasonable argument for why someone would vote for Bush. Someone actually said "we haven't given him enough time." To do what? Run up a higher national deficit? To find Bin Laden? To continue with the war in Iraq? We haven't thought enough if we think we haven't given him enough time. I say all the costal states secede from the union. Who's with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMEN!! &lt;/span&gt;That basically sums up how i feel about the whole re-election of Bush... sadly, my dad was pro-bush, just because he was in the Military... -.-;;. He said that basically everyone who was in the military voted for Bush... which i dont understand?!???? He even honked at the stupid people standing at the corner, holding up a sign saying.. "Honk if you LOVE BUSH!!" oh geezez... this world is going to suck some major ass now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. that's what all the talk at school was about. I feel sorry for Kerry, i really thought he had a chance. I wish i could vote, cuz at a time like this.. my vote would have been worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;And for all of you that voted for Kerry...i bet some of you feel this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toppun.com/ProductImages/anti-Bush/funny_anti_bush_pictures/I_Voted_But_All_I_Got_Was_This_Lousy_President_George_Bush_anti_Bush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-109953883658405310?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/109953883658405310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/109953883658405310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109953883658405310' title=' The World Shall Come to an End...'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342740.post-109920474474647336</id><published>2004-10-30T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T23:39:04.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! We're Gonna Die!!</title><content type='html'>Today was a day for breaking the law!! And with no one other than...Anna!! She's always fun to break the law with.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up around 10 and i had to start my hw for my History class.. ugh, that stupid class.  Yet i like it. Call me crazy....So i start my hw.. la la la, then Anna gives me a call and asks if I want to go to Barnes &amp; Noble. (the most awesome store by the way) I picked up a copy of "The Stills" for myself. I love them.. they're my new favorite... along with Sahara Hotnights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,Barnes &amp; Noble got old, so it was off to Ventura Mall. Tried on some clothes.. and pretended we had important jobs.. there was "executive anna" and "college anna". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldnt' think of anything else to do.. so we retreated back to Camarillo. When we got there, we decided to drive by people's houses.. amy's in particular. her house is HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got THE most brilliant idea! "Hey, how about I drive Anna?!?" She was happy to let me drive.. (i think). SO yA!!! I drove today for like the first time in my life!! haha.. i'm scared of my own driving... omg..   but i was freaking out. once i got int he seat.. and started to move the car... i was so scared.. i was graspig the steering wheel so hard. Like my reactions were late.. i'd signal.. waaay after. And i forgot to check my side mirrors... eeeeek. LoL. dont' worry.. i'll do better... .. but yes... i drove around the neighborhood. I have major respect for drivers now... i really do... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywas.. that's all i can handle for tonight.. Hey Sam!! how's the DATE!! with DANIEL MATTHEWS!!??? lets just hope he doesn't find my site and read this eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.....&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6342740-109920474474647336?l=hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/109920474474647336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6342740/posts/default/109920474474647336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawaii-bombshell.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109920474474647336' title='OMG! We&apos;re Gonna Die!!'/><author><name>Captain Meg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v78/hawaii_bombshell/greyme1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
