Christmas Time is Here

When December rolls around, there's an underlying thrill that creeps beneath m

y skin. Not only is it the month that me and two of my best friends were born, therefore making ups triplets, but it is also the month the Jesus was born. So that makes us quadruplets. Now that I think about it I should have added Jesus to that first total. But I digress - I haven't said that in ages. Anyways, it is the month that I go to Arizona with my parents.

Now I'm not sure what it is, but I love Arizona in the winter time. I love the drive out there, I love singing as loud as possible to keep my dad awake while he drives on little to no sleep cause we were all up packing the night before. We take my mom's Lexus - which has five seats and a decent size trunk area. More than enough room for me and my parents + our luggage.

But this year, someone had the bright idea to invite my aunt and uncle + their luggage. Do you know how much that is the stuff into a Lexus? If far too fucking much was your answer, then you were wrong. It's not that much, but it's a lot. So here I am with my aunt and my mom (they're sisters) crammed into the back seat while my dad and uncle shoot the shit in the comfortable and roomy setting of the front two seats.

Yeah. But I love my aunt and uncle to death, so it really wasn't that bad - except that my knee cramped up. So what did we do you ask? Well so that this isn't the world's longest blog post, I'll paraphrase. Is that what it's called? Maybe, I dunno.

We went to Safeway to buy groceries - good times.

We went to the deer petting zoo cause I love going there and feeding the deer. They also have a bunch of other animals like reindeer, llamas, alpacas, goats, a wallaby, a camel (that looked like it wanted to spit at me), a few pigeons, a couple annoying peacocks, and I'm not sure what else - but there are a lot. Once you enter, the deer swarm you and start nuzzling at your hands, hoping that you are there to feed them. If not, they immediately ignore you and move on to the next person.

I bought some stuff to feed them, so they followed me around like a little furry parade. A couple of them were very bold. One tried to jump me when I wasn't looking. And when my back was turned on another, it took the liberty of going through my back pockets. Another tried eating my phone out of my jacket pocket. When you actually have food in your hand, and hunch down to feed one, there are suddenly ten to twenty deer bearing down on you from all sides with their minds set solely on getting that food out of your hands.

I feel bad for the little kids who mistakenly wander in with the food cups grasped in their mini hands. Little faces shining with happiness as their parents open the gates to petting zoo

paradise. I was standing off to the side when this happened - far from the danger of hungry deer.

The little girl was shouting excitedly about deer and OMG THEIR SO CUTE. Then her parents pushed open the gate and ushered her in. As soon as he little boot clad foot crossed the threshold into deer territory, she was swarmed. For a girl of 22 (yeah that's right, I'm 22) who stands at 5'5'' it was no problem, I was able to hold my ground, but for that poor little girl - the only thing I heard after the herd of deer surrounded her were her terrified screams just before her dad took pity on her and lifted her up.

After the mad deer, we went to the Grand Canyon and ate at some lodge thing where I bought an epic fuzzy hat. We then drove over to the watch tower and climbed to the observation deck

and looked over at the Grand Canyon. It was gorgeous. The clouds were still low, and the ground was covered in snow. I really cant describe it very well, so I'll just post some pictures from my phone [bigsmile]

End of an Era

I feel like I've used that title before - maybe not. Maybe O'm just going crazy, but for once, my title relates partially to my message... blog... post. This past weekend in Indiana was one full of mixed emotions for me. On one hand I was determined to kick ass as it was my last xc race of the season. And now that I think about it, there was no other hand. I was determined, like a dog after the bacon covered post-man. But what happened was short of shocking and to say it was embarrassing would be one of the biggest understatements I have ever uttered.

I don't know what to say for my last race - I wasn't sad that it was all over like I thought I would be - I was just a little mixed. I was surprised that I didn't tear up at least a little bit cause I've always been one of those sentimental saps that cries. I refused to read the last HP novel cause it would be admitting it was over and I probably would have cried... That's just how sentimental and emotional I can be.

I'm assuming that it hasn't hit me because I'm still coming back next year to be undergrad assistant - maybe but I still wont be able to race.

Let's start at the beginning. I've been running cross country since I was in high school - 8 years. The accumulation of an 8 year relationship ended in flames. Not the good kind either. These weren't the oh, this is so toasty and warm and niiice flames. These were the holy fuck I'm on fucking fire and I think I'm in hell flames that the bible warns you about.

Oh yeah, my failure this past weekend was in biblical proportions. But as my favorite quote tells me - Never let a win get to your head, or a loss to your heart. It's easy to bounce back from a win - it's easy to tell yourself to calm down, but when you feel like your heart has been ripped straight from your chest... yeah, it's not that easy to bounce back from such failure.

And it's still easy to do that if you still have a year or more to come back to. You still have that cushion from the blow. But as a senior, there was no pillow of next year to stop me from crushing all my bones when I fell. I'm laying in the bottom of a ravine with bones coming out my ears, staring up at the sky and wondering where the hell the years have gone.

Where have I gone? I'm 21 years old and I still don't know which way is up in the world. I still have problems figuring out what I'm going to do with my life, what I want to accomplish. I have a strange fear of being forgotten and with my final years coming up, I have no idea how I want to leave my mark in the world. A lot of people are satisfied with being comfortable, with being good at something, with being average. But I've been average my whole life and I feel like I need to find something I am great at. I'm so sick and tired of being average, of being passed over, looked over underestimated and forgotten... and there is nothing, nothing so heartbreaking as finishing such a long career in such a horribly downward spiral.

Where has mu love of running gone? More and more these days I'm feeling indifferent to it, there is no more passion in me at times and it scares me. I go through phases and it's the phases where I jump out of bed already in my running clothes that I'm longing for - it's those phases I wish time would slow down for.

But time sucks ass.

That's the moral of this story folks.

Tea Can Salvage a Semi Eaten Soul

I've been drinking English Breakfast tea all weekend with milk and sugar like a real british person. I also went to Borders looking like a proper artist; black leggings, combat boots, black dress, glasses - and my laptop thrown into an overly large stylish bag.

Once I got there I found a nice corner and nestled in with a cup of coffee and a whole wheat pretzel. The writer in me has found it necessary to describe every single thing now - writing 50k words makes that necessary and it's a habit I'm not likely to drop till the end of november. Bear with me please.

I joined some rat races on some forum I'm a part of and padded my word count with some gibberish and added an extra 2000+ words. I'm 3 days ahead of schedule, but now I'm at the point where I start skipping around - cause I can't stick with one particular scene for too long. I've gone from page 25 - all the way to somewhere in the middle of the whole thing. My characters are also starting to get minds of their own and not doing what I want.

Oh, but Margaret! I hear you all say, How can a fictional character of your own imagination not cooperate with you?

Alas, I wish I knew.

NaNo has eaten my soul

This is more proof of my inability to stay with one thing for too long. NaNo started off great, as of yesterday I was a few hundred words ahead of scheduel - which was good. I was flying. My plot was flying. This was going to easy.

I was going to win this.

But then came the part where I had to describe the setting of the novel, cause if I didn't much of the stuff I had already said wouldn't make sense. I wrote and re wrote that damn scene so many times I think my brain might have stopped working. And each time I wrote it I realized how completely impossible my setting was. My science brain decided to take over and criticize everything I wrote.

How would it revolve around a sun if it's so small - would a day be really long? Like a year long? How does it have two moons if it's the size of an island? Why are there polyurethane trees? Where the hell did those come from!?

So my plot decided to stop working for me. It made sense at first, but when it got down to the nitty gritty details I was in the middle of a bird infested forest with no more bread crumbs and those damn crows ate my trail.

That's how lost I was.

That's how lost my plot was.

I'm stuck and I'm 5000 words into the novel. As of today I am 4 days behind. Do you want to know how horribly behind that is? 1667*4 -- 6668 words. That'a a lot of words and I'm behind.

My plot has changed to steampunk-ish. I don't know how to write steampunk. I'm screwed. Thankfully I have a whole weekend to work on my 6668 word gap.

UGH.

wish me luck.

NaNo is way harder than I thought it was.

SHAZAAM!

Ok, so I have fantastic news. Like über fantastic amazing epic news. But first. I spilled juice on my keyboard so some of my keys are sticking - but it's doing a lot better now - so yay laptop! Ok here's my news that my whole blogging audience will soon know.

That blogging audience being myself.

But hey, beggars can't be choosers - and frankly I've always been satisfied with my non-existatnt audience. I have no one to please or disappoint - except myself but really for me to do that I'll have to like blow up my laptop or something. I think this is the first string of blog posts that mean something - ish. Like that go together and have a common theme throughout.

NaNo madness. November is national novel writing month just in case anyone forgot - and it's where you write a 50k word novel in 30 days. So thats... 16,667 words a day (about).

Yeah - I'll give you some time to admire my non-calculator skills.

Ok, now that you're done. I'll give you the good news, since I know

that you're all on the edge of your seat wanting to hear my awesome news. But I have to run soon so I really can't keep building up like that. Ok. But seriously.

I have my plot - and I have my title.

SO EXCITED.

AUTHOR'S PAGE

Plotting

So the past day or so I've been plotting in my cave. Crouching in a corner hunched over a single flickering flame, pouring endlessly over papers and notebooks plotting, plotting, plotting...

I need a plot for my NaNo novel. I seriously have come up with nothing, which is strange cause usually I can pull shit out of anything - a toaster if I have to. But damn. I'm in such a rut it's insane. So I plowed through adoption thread after adoption thread at the forums and found some abandoned plots that got my wheels turning. Buuuut I'm still at a loss cause now instead of zero plots I have three.

Back to the bat cave....

AUTHOR'S PAGE

NaNo

When I hear the word NaNo, a bunch of things pop into my mind. The first being ipod nanos - have you seen the new ones? They're awesome! The second thing being those little pocket nano pet things I used to be obsessed with in third grade - now those were cool. Mine always lived pretty, but then the day would come when they would be hungry and I was in class and they were banned from my grade school, so my poor thing ended up starving to death on multiple occasions. Good thing they were tech and real.

The past two years, it has come to my attention that NaNo stands for something else as well, something that I'm surprised I've never known. Well, NaNOWriMo - National Novel Writing Month. It's November - did you know? So the whole thing about NaNo is you write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. It's just pure non-stop, first thing that comes to your mind writing and it sure all hell sounds like fun.

So here's my author's page - come check me out or sign up yourself and we can become buddies (BIGGRIN)

MY AUTHOR'S PAGE

Where am I?

Good question. I am definitely not sitting in an ominous leather wingback chair, pulled in front of a raging fire in a ginormous marble fireplace. No, that's not me. I'm sitting in the dark, not by choice, the sun is setting and the lights are controlled by being far superior to myself. If I turn to my left I see a room full of people. There are fluorescent lights in that room. I'm jealous of their ability to control their on lights.

I can hear a party going on by the bell tower, there were drums earlier. Now I just hear techno music blasting and a lot of cheering. I feel like its a parade and I'm missing out.

What should I be doing? You ask.
Well, cause I'm just so damn interesting I'll respond.

I should be reading my chem book, cause I have a midterm tomorrow, but I've always worked best when cramming is involved so I probably won't open the book till after my last class around 8.

What have I been doing instead?
I've been debating whether or not to join NANOWRIMO this year.
I think I will.

Bah Humbug

Oh wait, that's the wrong holiday. Oh well.
So a few minutes ago I went to my home page and saw that there was a new link - labeled "stats" so of course being the ever curious person that I am, I clicked it. The page was full of graphs and charts and a map of the world with America the Beautiful painted green in contrast to the light blue of the rest of the map.

I was intrigued.

So I started clicking around, trying to to see what was going on when I came upon a graph that worried me. It had my blog's page views and I saw that the views had gone up consistently to August 2010, and now they are going back down. I'm not going to flatter myself and pretend that I have hundreds of people reading this. I've had - overall since I wrote my first bit of nonsense - 56 page views. 50 of them were probably me trying to figure out how this blog works. And the other 6 were probably my friends trying to be awesome and supportive.

*waves to fans*

Hi mom.

No I don't think my mom reads this - if she did I would have more page views - and probably more comments along the lines of, "Margaret, why are you so weird?"

Cause I am mother dearest.

What did I do today? I found a cool website where I can download a lot of cool fonts for free so I downloaded them and now I type things in pretty fonts (that I eventually have to change back to TNR for class - boo) I approve of tomato throwing at that last comment. I should stand up to the man and turn in my paper typed up in Sudestada or Sunshine in My Soul - two very pretty scripty fonts (SMILE)

But then I might get an F - the chicken in me would not let that happen.

An electron walks into a bar and orders a drink. He then asks the waiter how much and the waiter replies - for you? No charge.

Things that make me smile (:

All images come from weheartit <-- click zee link

Dream Come True

So imagine a place where the only thing that changes is the Starbucks down the street closed down. The grass may be a little taller, a little greener, but the general landscape and city life remain constant. The only exciting thing that there is to do is go to the local movie theater - two movies are playing. The friendly neighborhood shopping center consists of a realty place and a lot of t-shirt shops. The other shopping center has snow gear in nearly every every store and postcards.

Now image you doing nothing but sitting on a couch and watching Jurassic Park with a couple other people.

Welcome to my life in Mammoths Lakes California. Haven for all athletes that feel the need to subject themselves to thinner air, slower than molasses internet, and complete boredom.

Hello mammoth, how I've missed you.

Summer Lovin'

Alright, so summer has been in full swing and I'm not sure I've been doing anything worth note, but when have I ever done anything worth note?

It's so hot in Riverside, we all just lay around the aparment doing nothing until it's time to start running again. I recently went to get some orange juice and the cool air from the fridge felt so nice, I just wanted to keep the door open and bring over my lap top and watch Veronica Mars on the kitchen floor on front of the fridge.

But then my roommates would get mad about electricity, so I'm still watching it at my dining room table melting into a wonky wooden chair and drinking orange juice out of a blue sippy cup one of my roommates brought over from her home.

I love these sippy cups.

Addiction is Key

Yeah, I dunno why my blog title says that, but then again it's rare for my blog title to actually make sense, or describe my blog at all. I pretty much use it as a way to draw you all in -

Are you drawn in? I'm assuming you are cause you're still reading, if you not still reading I'm horribly ashamed and am sending bad voodoo vibes through my laptop at you - (pause for bad voodoo vibe sending)

Because I'm not to sure what to post- I have a case of bullshit-block. Like writers block, but not. So I'll answer some FAQs.

What did I do today?

Well, that's one hell of a good question. We had practice and I napped and my friend Amelia Bedelia came over with a pie. Then she stayed and we ran and watched Avatar - at least half of it, then we got distracted by baking a cake.

What are my plans for tomorrow?

I'm feeling mighty adventurous. I might load a new roll of film into my fish-eye and drive around Riverside and take pictures. Or I may go on a hike. Or some hybrid of the above suggestions.

Why am I using dashes?

No idea, I just feel the need to abuse the dash button on my keyboard.

Why are you up so late

I'm not. I'm sleep blogging. Look what you all made me do!

Go to bed.

You're right, I need to go to sleep.

Who is this mysterious Sir?

If I told you I'd have to kill you - and then I would lose one reader. And I would be sad. Also I can't tell you cause I need to go to bed. It's almost 2 hours past my bedtime!

<3

Alright, you caught me, those are not frequently asked questions... shame on me. I blame it on my sugar high coming down and the fact that I'm avoiding my bedtime.

The End of an Era

Well last night I took a vow with my roommate to stop being such a creeper. Yes I know go me! I'll pause right now for well wishers and doubters to make themselves known. I have two unmoderated comments but I'm scared to read them cause I'm well aware of how completely creeper my last two posts were. But hell if I wasn't creepy then I wouldn't be me... right? Well I guess that's as good as an excuse as I'm giving. But for serious. No more creeper for me. I'm on the straight and narrow of uncreeper-dom. And it can be done.

Huzzah.

Now it's story time! So circle around darlings and listen up: give me your ears (please?)

So I moderated some comments, I have two - go me! And I would like to thank my lovely anonymous commenters for their time and appreciation and comments... yes...

NOW is story time, this little diddy is about a young girl named Sue, and it's summer where Sue lives and she likes to run, here is the story in all it's fantastic-ness.

Once upon a time there was a young woman named Sue, and it was the season they call summer where young Sue lived and since it was summer, Sue needed to wake up early to run. You know so she didn't get dehydrated. One day though, she walked out her front door and it seemed hotter than usual, she glanced into the sky, shielding her eyes from the sun and squinted. Did the sun seem closer than usual? Was it just her or was it pulsating in the strangest way?

No one else seemed to notice, but then again no one else was around, so she laced up her trainers and trotted down the steps, the sounds of Marky Mark and the Funky bunch blasting through her headphones. She hummed along for a bit before she became out of breath and continued the run with her labored breathing being the only sound the pierced the unusually quiet morning.

She had only run about a mile before she had to stop. Sweat was pouring off her like Niagra falls and she felt more dehydrated than normal. She glanced up and saw the sun gleaming was seemed to be a mere 100 meters away. What the hell? She thought to herself, And why in the holy hell was the sun pulsing like that? Like there was a nightclub going on inside and the bass was making the building shake.

Just standing there made her feel sluggish and heavy, and every time she glanced up the sun seemed closer and closer. But last time she checked it was still 2010 and the world still had two years.

Sue decided that it was time to turn around and run home, maybe then she could turn up the air conditioning and hope it was cooler by the time 7 pm rolled around so she could get another run in. But a mile later she stumbled up the stairs to the apartment door, and felt as though the sun was sitting directly on her shoulders. She lay down at the door and couldn't find the strength to move anymore. Everything felt hot, her face, her back, her legs... she kicked off her shoes - they were suffocating her. And right before she felt like she was going to black out, she ripped out her headphones, exposing the dulcet tones of Taylor Swift - singing about how today was a fairytale cause she wore a dress. One of Sue's favorite songs to be sure.

But something strange happened. The sun, which was almost literally at the base of the stairs about to walk up, let out a strangled sort of cry and leapt back up to the sky. Now it was dangling right above the pine tree on the lawn of the apartment complex.

Seeing this, Sue pulled the headphones out of their jack and cranked it up - it's a love story, baby just say yes!

The sun screamed again and arced upward, now it was where it had been this morning, and the pulsing was at a minimum.

bum bum, bum bum...

Maybe... Sue took a deep breath and warbled along with the blond songstress on her ipod - cause when you're fifteen and some one tells you they love you, you're gonna believe him.

This time the sun began to shake and vibrate like an earthquake mixed with multiple text messages from millions of cell phones were going off inside. And then Sue and ipod Taylor let out one high note - Taylor hit it, Sue... not so much, but what happened next was not what anyone was expecting.

THE SUN FUCKING EXPLODED (cover your eyes children this is censored)

- the end.

yeah, that sucked major suck, but I'm tired and I would like to say that I love Taylor Swift and frequently sing along to her songs in the car (smilessss)


edit: I published two comments but they're not showing up and now I'm sad... so sorry to my anonymous commenters (sadface)

Letters to A Certain Sir

Dear Sir,

As of this weekend, I can no longer conveniently run into you on campus, and it saddens me because this means that unless you realize that I'm your soul mate I will probably never see you again. I'm still hoping that in the off chance you do realize that we're soul mates and come break down my door I'll be here waiting, but in reality I know that's not happening so I bid you adieu and say that it's been fun being in stalk love with you, even though you didn't know it.

In a tribute to gossip girl I'll end with this,

You know you love me (cause you totally do),
xoxo,
Margaret (not as catchy as gossip girl but I'll live)

***

Dear Sir,

I have many regrets, well not really but it doesn't sound as dramatic if I don't start with that. But anyways, back to my dramatic letter, I have many regrets but my biggest one (not really but once again I'm going for drama here) is not getting to know you better... yeah that's a big fat lie. I do wish I got to know you better though, but since I don't own a time turner, nor do I know Doctor Who, I can't do anything about it. So there goes that idea. I hope that one day you realize that we are soul mates, but until then... well I'm not sure what to put here cause I'm hoping that you'll realize it soon.

-Margaret

***

Dear Sir,

- Margaret

Dear Sir

I'm sorry I tried to smell you, but it's kind of your fault for standing so close.

Yeah, I know I'm a creeper, but where else to admit your creeper-ness than online? Well, yeah, that's not exactly the best place, but I feel an apology was needed, obviously not to Sir's face cause I highly doubt he noticed I was trying to smell his aftershave, just in general, to the universe maybe? I dunno, I've had way too much cola and lays today.

This is what I was supposed to do this weekend: my essay, due thursday, 9 pages

This is what I'm currently doing: watching gossip girl

Highly addicting.

Why wasn't my life that exciting in highschool? Oh I know, cause I had(and still have) an unhealthy obsession with running and being healthy and partying just isn't my thing. I asked my mum a few weeks ago if it was normal for a girl my age to rather go to the LACMA or Getty or the zoo with a few friends than go clubbing all night? Is it normal for a girl my age to spend her twenty-first birthday with her parents instead of taking shots with her friends?

Probably not, but that's who I am. And yeah, I'm boring, I've been told by the drunk people I take care of at the parties I do attend. Yeah I've been told I'm mean for yelling at said drunks when they insist on driving home and I shove them into my car and tell them to can it.

My mom said that it's because I'm maturing, I think it's just because I'm not maturing. Either way I have one more episode of season one to watch then I have to write my essay. I dunno why my blogs have been full of personal angst lately, maybe it's cause I'm mature now.

jk. I'm just ROFL-ing your coppter

Alllllright

So I haven't posted in a while - maybe cause I have nothing exciting to post. You know I'm not sure if I should envy those people who blog all the time and have a zillion followers, cause I mean, they have interesting things happen to them, but then everyone knows about it .... .... .... yeah, I'm not sure where that thought was going.

I haven't had anything too exciting happen to me, but I want to buy plant since my parents won't let me have a puppy. Maybe then I won't have fun playing with snails in bio lab. I think it's time for a short story!

(pause for cheers and the like)

Our heroine, who we haven't heard from in a long time - Nargaret - was faced with the ever so daunting task of cleaning her room. It was awful, she would rather do something else much worse, like sky dive without a parachute, or clean a crocodiles teeth with a toddlers toothbrush. But no, it was time. There comes a time in every young woman's life where she needs to grow a pair of hypothetical (or is it figurative?) balls and do what she fears most. This certain young woman feared the monsters hiding under the mountain of shit that was her laundry and homework all mixed together.

She poked at it with the stolen roller stick she found under the couch and waited with bated breath for the responding growl.

None came and exhaled, relieved.

Was it really neccessary? She wondered, turning a full circle in the room to view the rest of the mess, there wasn't any really, she bent and started gathering some misplaced books and her back was to the now trembling pile, she didn't even hear as a soft rumble filled the room - she placed it to the growing storm outside and continued singing lady gaga off key and wiggling her butt a bit.

The pile then began to grow and cast it's looming shadow across the small room, but Nargaret also attributed that to the storm outside, the sun was being blocked out by clouds, that must be it.

But when the pile finally let out a loud screeching roar, she whirled around, and her eyes widened to the size of the oranges in the fruit basket outside.

"What the fff-----" but it was cut off as the pile opened it's mouth and swallowed her whole. All that was left was her silver ballet flat and her sunglasses, which she had forgotten she placed on top of her head.

.... to be continued??

Black light time!

For the second time in my life, I've had to call a code skittles. Now I know you all want to know what that means, but I'm not telling you. It's top secret information that only a few parties are privy to.

I just felt super secret agent-y when I typed that (smile)

And my mystery commenter is back! Or it may be a different one, I'm assuming it is, but thanks anyways for the comment friend.

The Story of the Possessed Microwave

Well sports fans (as my dad would say) we have a predicament on our hands. The microwave at our slightly over crowded yet wonderful apartment is possessed by demons. Well, it could be possessed by angels but I've never heard about angels possessing anything. So I have come to the conclusion that it's demons in our microwave.

Or someone just wants to cut off our source of heating food and starve us to death.

Either way we don't have a microwave at the moment because it's been unplugged. When it is plugged in it started beeping randomly and creepily, like it's being strangled mid-beep. Then one time it turned on... ALL BY ITSELF!

OHMYGODWHATTHEFRACKBARBEQUE!

I remember I was microwaving some wonderful frozen dinner and while it was rotating and heating the microwave turned off, did it's little strangled beep thing, then turned back on.

Now that I think about it some more, and let it marinade in my head, I think that there's an alien spaceship that's been stranded in our solar system and have transmitted their SOS signal across the Milky Way in an effort to gain our help. And our microwave is picking up the distress signal and WE HAVE TO SAVE THEM!

Or I've been watching too much Star Trek.

Conspiracy theories are welcome.

Or any ideas on why our microwave is malfunctioning.

But conspiracy theories make me smile.

WARNING

Warning: The following blog does not contain hilariousity or witticisms. It contains a little too much angst for my liking and it's a little too deep for a blog such as mine - which usually contains a lot of bullshit and fun stuff. This is not fun stuff, this is me needing to unload.

It will probably be erased a few days after posting.

So here we go, you know the phrase "Everything happens for a reason" I believe that completely and whole heartedly. I can point to numerous things that have happened to me and be like - oh ok, I see what I learned from that crap. So yeah... I believe in it.

But when awful awful shit happens unexpectedly it's difficult to be all, "oh I'm sure something good will come from this!" when it's fresh and new and it stings.

AUGH! THIS SUCKS.

/angst.

^ I'm such an html nerd.... (is that what it's called... maybe I'm not as big a nerd as I think I am... LAUGH OUT LOUD)

Yoga Makes You Fart

This post is going to include a warning for my few readers. This post does not have anything to do with yoga, nor does it have anything to do with farting. So you need not fear getting second-hand embarrassment for my part.

I'm not sure that sentence made grammatical sense, but we have no power in half our apartment and I think that gives me license not to make grammatical sense today.

What is this post about? You ask, wondering why I haven't dropped the word 'digress' a couple hundred times already and asking where my short stories of the day are.

Well, you see I have had the creative juice squezzed out of me like a metaphorical orange being juiced to make fantastic orange juice. Except you won't be finding any Margaret Brain Juice on the shelves at your local market. The fantastic orange juice in this metaphor (similie?) is the fact that I'm spending hours a day trying to understand math and calculus instead of just bullshitting my way through the quarter.

(holds for applause)

That was your queue to say 'Oh Margaret, you're such an inspiration to us all!' And then I would blush and say, "Aw shucks guys..."

But I for real have to clean up my room and put away my laundry right now before bed time. So goodnight friends (SMILE!)

(( see no yoga or farting was mentioned until right now... sorry about that))

ps: I have FOUR followers! Saweeeet!

The Countdown Starts

I've been obsessed with that song, and speaking of songs, I think I'll do a youtube post. It's rainy over here in Riverside and I'm pretty sure it's raining back home too, and I'm almost positive whoever is reading this is experiencing rain so here we go. Some music to get you through the rain. I suggest listening to the last one first -- multiple times.


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this grew on me


obsessed with this song

here are the E P I C lyrics for Major Tom

Standing there alone the ship is waiting.

All systems are go. are you sure?

Control is not convinced

But the computer has the evidence

No need to abort.

The countdown starts

Watching in a trance the crew is certain.

Nothing left to chance all is working.

Trying to relax up in the capsule

"Send me up a drink." jokes Major Tom.

The count goes on

4 3 2 1

Earth below us

Drifting falling floating weightless

Calling calling home

Second stage is cut.

We´re now in orbit

Stabilizers up runnning perfect.

Starting to collect requested data.

"What will it affect when all is done?"

Thinks Major Tom

Back at ground control

There is a problem.

"Go to rockets full"

Not responding.

"Hello Major To. are you receiving?

Turn the thrusters on.

We´re standing by."

There´s no reply.

4 3 2 1

Earth below us

Drifting falling floating weightless

Calling calling home

Across the stratosphere a final message

"Give my wife my love."

Then nothing more

Far beneath the ship the world is mourning.

They don´t realize he´s alive.

No one understands but Major Tom sees.

Now the light commands

This is my home I´m coming home."

Earth below us

Drifting falling.

Floating weightless

Calling home

Hope you like them {S M I L E B I G}

Scooby Doo

Folks, we have a mystery on our hands. A for real life mystery and don't worry, I have the detective pipe to help solve it. When I came home last night and my bed was made -- like made made. The pillow was flipped and my pillow case was all smoothed out and my comforter was wrinkle free and flipped over all neatly.

It was made.

I remember when I left I kind of flopped the comforter over the bed and threw my blue fleece thingy over it and left.

So I'm not sure where my clues are, I don't think I have any... and there are no lighthouse keepers masquerading as monsters. So basically, it's unsolvable. I know that I didn't make it that nicely cause my pillow was flipped the wrong way. I N E V E R flip my pillow the wrong way. So it obviously wasn't me, and I personally asked each of my roomies and they all denied and secretive bed making behind my back.

So, in conclusion, I don't know who made my bed and I'm slightly creeped out.

But only slightly.

Those Poor Amish People!

My roommates are yelling again - it's another day in our household. But it's not the bad yelling, it's the funny yelling when we're trying to make a point and everyone is laughing and trying to talk above the other person.

Well, anyways. My friend last night was telling me that I have so many options that I should jsut make a damn choice. But the thing is that I don't want to make a choice. Not in that aspect of life - I like how my life is right now [smile].

As strange as this sounds, I L O V E living with 5 other people. These are the best friends I could ever have. And I love this. The yelling and laughing and running and burnt tortillas and pancakes.

My life, so far this year has been a whirlwind of 'that's what she said' jokes and laughing hysterically at my crazy roommates, oh... and running [biggrin]

Now she's talking crazy, I should go to kmart now.

EDIT:

Who do you know goes to bed at 8:58pm?

me.

I'm too tired to think of an awesomesause post title, so I just didn't put one. Don't hate, just cause your not cool enough to go title-less like me. I realized why I might have stopped writing here, I think it was because it made me realize that my life -as dangerous and sexy as I may make it sound - is nothing of the sort. It's rather quite boring and ordinary.

Today my roommate put vitamin C tablets in her gum ball machine - my morning was made.

Today I don't have class till 6pm - awesome.

That's all really, I think I want chocolate milk.

Fancy Seeing You Here

Well, I've been meaning to come back here and continue unloading my problems unto the unassuming internet masses, but frankly typing "Blogger.com" into a search bar was too much work for a lady of my rank and stature.

Can you see me rolling around and laughing at that? Cause I totally am.

My friend, actually a couple of friends, nudged me back into this direction so I thought to myself, 'sure, why not come back and continue to be witty and hilarious?' so here I am.

Fancy seeing you here {smiles galore and maybe a couple eye rolls}

Oh shit! It just auto saved this, I totally forgot how exciting this place was. Like Disneyland for the socially imapaired, or the agoraphobic.

Yeah, I see you eyeing that dictionary behind you, go ahead, look it up, I can wait.

{wink}