<?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-21736969</id><updated>2011-11-20T00:34:05.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meghansays...</title><subtitle type='html'>nobody reads this, and I'm perfectly happy with that</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-5906435155162973947</id><published>2007-11-25T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:10:49.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>song lyrics seem to define me</title><content type='html'>so I'm pretty sure I can write a paragraph using only song lyrics expressing all my inner fears and thoughts and desires. Or at least some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to call this off? Do you, don't you, want me to love you? What do you want from me? Tell me, tell me, tell me, come on, tell me the answer.  Have I held out for something that is never going to happen?  I can see a lot of life in you, I can see a lot of bright in you, I don't know what to do... this heart's on fire.   You know you pick me up from where some try to drag me down.  And we go reaching for each other, to keep warm, to stay bright.    Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks.   I'm standing on the stage of fear and self-doubt, that love of yours, to miss that love is something I'd hate.     I wish that we could see if we could be something.   I wish I was your favourite girl, basically, I wish that you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:78%;color:#005c5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-5906435155162973947?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/5906435155162973947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=5906435155162973947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/5906435155162973947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/5906435155162973947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/11/song-lyrics-seem-to-define-me.html' title='song lyrics seem to define me'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-3589271717162148611</id><published>2007-10-25T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:43:48.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicest Thing - Kate Nash</title><content type='html'>All I know is that you're so nice,&lt;br /&gt;You're the nicest thing I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could give it a go,&lt;br /&gt;See if we could be something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was your favourite girl,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile,&lt;br /&gt;I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you couldn't figure me out,&lt;br /&gt;But you always wanna know what I was about.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I wish that you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you needed me,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me your heart would break,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you couldn't eat,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;And I wish we could see if we could be something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wish we could see if we could be something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-3589271717162148611?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/3589271717162148611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=3589271717162148611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/3589271717162148611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/3589271717162148611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/10/nicest-thing-kate-nash.html' title='Nicest Thing - Kate Nash'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-9123715982593931211</id><published>2007-10-07T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:06:54.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(only slightly) emo ramblings of an introspective nature</title><content type='html'>It's funny how many things that happen in a year can slip away entirely forgotten until something as innocent as an email (ha, since when are emails innocent?) can bring it all, or at least some of it, flooding back.  And you can't help but wish you could go back in time and do it all just a little differently.  Maybe just stay away from that person you shouldn't have been talking to in the first place, and keep your opinions or issues to yourself.  And you wonder if they remember all that shit better than you do, so maybe you understand them just a little bit better now.  Funny how that is.  So can you move past all that?  Is that where the forgetting comes in?  Or will all that baggage still be there, just waiting to resurface again and ruin everything?  And how can you tell what the other person thinks or remembers without dragging all that junk to the surface?  I guess you just can't.  So do you leave it how it is?  I'm not looking for answers... I'm just wondering s'all.  I hate misunderstandings.  I wish I hadn't made so many god damn mistakes.  Especially the ones I knew were mistakes and made anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just deleted that email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-9123715982593931211?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/9123715982593931211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=9123715982593931211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/9123715982593931211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/9123715982593931211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/10/only-slightly-emo-ramblings-of.html' title='(only slightly) emo ramblings of an introspective nature'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-1856431190219511212</id><published>2007-09-23T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:42:07.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought, but not my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;b class="des"&gt;"Knowledge without love is calculation, and love without knowledge is sentimentalism."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-1856431190219511212?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/1856431190219511212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=1856431190219511212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/1856431190219511212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/1856431190219511212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/09/thought-but-not-my-own.html' title='a thought, but not my own'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-6023151240224292755</id><published>2007-07-05T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:11:36.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lullabies for little criminals</title><content type='html'>A couple quotes from a book I'm reading.  I just liked these paragraphs too much, I don't want to forget them.  Maybe you don't feel the same, maybe they need context, but they sent shivers down my spine like a good book should.  Oddly enough, they both mention God.  That's not on purpose on my part, or anyone's part for that matter.  It's all from the perspective of Baby, a young girl growing up in the worst parts of Montreal with her heroin addict of a 'father', Jules.  The book reminds me of Tideland because it's all an innocent child's perspective on an obscene and cruel world.... except for it's a LOT less disturbing.  A LOT.  I cannot stress that enough.  Really good so far but I'm only about halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to get a child to love you, then you should just go and hide in the closet for three or four hours.  They get down on their knees and pray for you to return.  That child will turn you into God.  Lousy children probably wrote the Bible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was dark by now.  I hated riding in cars in the country at night.  In the temporary illumination of the headlights, the insects were scribbling out messages from God that we couldn't get.  You couldn't see what was up ahead.  How did you know that the universe still existed a few feet in front of the car?  How could you know that God was continuing to imagine it all?  How could you be sure that he hadn't forgotten about the road and that you wouldn't soon be driving into nothingness?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-6023151240224292755?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/6023151240224292755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=6023151240224292755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/6023151240224292755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/6023151240224292755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/07/lullabies-for-little-criminals.html' title='lullabies for little criminals'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-5823600252296351491</id><published>2007-06-11T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:48:04.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was looking through some old school stuff, and found a list of goals I made for a school project or something like that.  I was surprised at how many of them reflected the list I made a couple months ago... and this was back in grade 11.  Of course, some of them  I've already accomplished - get a job, own a car, climb the Eiffel Tower.    And some of them weren't on my list, so I'll add them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- see the Hajj&lt;br /&gt;- go down the Nile&lt;br /&gt;- read the bible&lt;br /&gt;- go on a pilgrimage (not related to reading the bible)&lt;br /&gt;- see Niagara falls&lt;br /&gt;- see the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;- write a book/have a piece of work published&lt;br /&gt;- design a house&lt;br /&gt;- coach a soccer team&lt;br /&gt;- sail a pirate ship (I was a fan of pirates LONG before Pirates of the Caribbean...I'll also note here that I've had a crush on Johnny Depp since long before Pirates either.  Think 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' or 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape?')&lt;br /&gt;- go kite-surfing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-5823600252296351491?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/5823600252296351491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=5823600252296351491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/5823600252296351491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/5823600252296351491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/06/was-looking-through-some-old-school.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-5608061988900120359</id><published>2007-04-29T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:37:21.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear</title><content type='html'>I'm back in the valley, and I'm not sure how this summer is going to go.  Part of me thinks it might turn out to be fantastic, but a much larger part is already worried.  I guess I'll just have to wait and see.  There's so much I need to do, even just to get settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going downtown tomorrow to buy some white paint.  Gonna paint the walls of my room white - a literal tabula rasa - and then I'm going to start fresh.  I'm going to de-clutter my room while I'm at it (seems a good time to do it), and get rid of all the stuff I never use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stuff' is such an appropriate word...because that's what it is, just stuff. All those things that you never use, but never throw away, they just sit and sit and sit...until one day (if you're me...which you aren't but oh well), you just get sick of it all and you give it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the junk will be gone from my room.  And my walls will be ready for green.  And I'll feel like it's a new beginning and a new room, and that will be very helpful in getting me through this time at home.  I miss my old house already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-5608061988900120359?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/5608061988900120359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=5608061988900120359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/5608061988900120359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/5608061988900120359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-2208781864802227618</id><published>2007-04-29T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:27:11.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RjRGX2Zj5_I/AAAAAAAAABs/Qhk1NeoJpFM/s1600-h/soaked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RjRGX2Zj5_I/AAAAAAAAABs/Qhk1NeoJpFM/s320/soaked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058745656997570546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a week in Barcelona a couple years back.  I'll add more photos to this post later (hooray for the power of editing), but I just wanted to post something, so here it is.  Me, soaking wet, at the Barcelona World Forum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the Barcelona World Forum?  It was this giant forum (more like a festival, really) that took place in Barcelona in 2004.  The topics were peace, cultural diversity, and environmental sustainability.   I was invited to attend after some folks in the USA decided they liked an essay I wrote.  I didn't actually get to participate in any of the forums or anything, but I got a personal tour and a special pass.... yeah, pretty much rocked. Bed now, more 'bout this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-2208781864802227618?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/2208781864802227618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=2208781864802227618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/2208781864802227618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/2208781864802227618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-2004.html' title='Summer 2004'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RjRGX2Zj5_I/AAAAAAAAABs/Qhk1NeoJpFM/s72-c/soaked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-7282914782473461725</id><published>2007-04-27T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:03:25.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for home on Saturday, so tomorrow is my last real day in Victoria.  I'm going to miss this house, and this room, and my roommates, and my friends, and this city.  I'm not particularly excited to be heading back up island... to be frank.  Though I won't be missing school (I think I'm tired of education in classrooms).   When I get home I'm going to paint my room.  I painted it a couple years ago - bright blue and purple - I think when I get home, I'm going to paint the walls green.  I love change.  I crave it.  Which is why even though I'm not excited to be moving home, I'm stoked to be moving.  I had so much fun taking things apart in my room today, taking everything off the walls...because I know I get to have the fun of putting everything back up again when I get home  (after the paint job!).  Green is a good colour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-7282914782473461725?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/7282914782473461725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=7282914782473461725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7282914782473461725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7282914782473461725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-leaving-for-home-on-saturday-so.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-8256268425160183809</id><published>2007-04-27T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:13:40.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxis and buses, hurrah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Taxis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2222-999, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2222-222,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2666-666, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2222-220, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2639-639, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2536-536&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Bus Terminals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The main bus terminal in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Quito&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is Terminal Terrestre or El Cumandá. Some of the larger, well-known companies are TransEsmeraldas, Transportes &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Transporte Sucre, Panamericana and Flota Imbabura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Stole these from a fellow traveler (thanks Jason!), figured this was the best place not to lose them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-8256268425160183809?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/8256268425160183809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=8256268425160183809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/8256268425160183809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/8256268425160183809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/taxis-and-buses-hurrah.html' title='Taxis and buses, hurrah!'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-7164143357750639666</id><published>2007-04-24T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:14:51.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set the Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I find the map and draw a straight line&lt;br /&gt;Over rivers, farms, and state lines&lt;br /&gt;The distance from 'A' to where you'd be&lt;br /&gt;It's only finger-lengths that I see&lt;br /&gt;I touch the place where I'd find your face&lt;br /&gt;My finger in creases of distant dark places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang my coat up in the first bar&lt;br /&gt;There is no peace that I've found so far&lt;br /&gt;The laughter penetrates my silence&lt;br /&gt;As drunken men find flaws in science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their words mostly noises&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts with just voices&lt;br /&gt;Your words in my memory&lt;br /&gt;Are like music to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm miles from where you are,&lt;br /&gt;I lay down on the cold ground&lt;br /&gt;I, I pray that something picks me up&lt;br /&gt;And sets me down in your warm arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I have travelled so far&lt;br /&gt;We'd set the fire to the third bar&lt;br /&gt;We'd share each other like an island&lt;br /&gt;Until exhausted, close our eyelids&lt;br /&gt;And dreaming, pick up from&lt;br /&gt;The last place we left off&lt;br /&gt;Your soft skin is weeping&lt;br /&gt;A joy you can't keep in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm miles from where you are,&lt;br /&gt;I lay down on the cold ground&lt;br /&gt;And I, I pray that something picks me up&lt;br /&gt;and sets me down in your warm arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm miles from where you are,&lt;br /&gt;I lay down on the cold ground&lt;br /&gt;and I, I pray that something picks me up&lt;br /&gt;and sets me down in your warm arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-7164143357750639666?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/7164143357750639666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=7164143357750639666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7164143357750639666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7164143357750639666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/set-fire-to-third-bar-snow-patrol.html' title='Set the Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-3895309831766379225</id><published>2007-04-23T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:39:22.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just blame the Christians</title><content type='html'>I read this for Environmental Studies, and it was incredibly interesting.  I have my own beef with Christianity and organized religion in general - but even if I didn't, I think I still would have found this article enlightening and intriguing.  Gotta take it with a grain of salt, but White isn't wrong.  There just may be more to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zbi.ee/%7Ekalevi/lwhite.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Historical Roots to our Ecological Crisis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: as it has come to my attention that people may actually be reading this blog, I just want to say I'm not bashing Christianity.  Read the article.  It's interesting, and it's not bashing Christians either... it's about how early Christianity  was based on an anthropocentric view of the world, and how Christian values are so deeply ingrained into western technology and science (which dominates throughout the world), that we will not be able to resolve our ecological crisis until we entirely reevaluate our core values, and thus our position on the environment.  That's all. Well, there's more to it, but that's the gist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-3895309831766379225?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/3895309831766379225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=3895309831766379225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/3895309831766379225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/3895309831766379225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-blame-christians.html' title='Just blame the Christians'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-3442116580602029758</id><published>2007-04-23T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:51:40.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the edge of summer</title><content type='html'>It's almost that time of year again.  Tomorrow I'm going to start packing up my room, and I'm ecstatic and also incredibly sad at the same time.  The happiness stems from the fact that I hate being in one place for too long, and so I'm excited to pack up my room and move somewhere new.  But I'm also well aware that I'm not moving somewhere new, I'm going back home, to my old room... and that's not exactly exciting.  But I've decided I can live with it, as long as I paint my walls this summer.  I think it will be enough of a change - and maybe if I move all the furniture around too - that I'll last until next January.  Or at least September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get home, I'll be going back to my old high school to get the kids involved in this amazing project started by a girl not much older than myself &lt;a href="http://www.mosqoy.com/"&gt;The Mosqoy Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might get the chance to work with them while I'm in Peru, or at least meet some of the students involved, who are lucky enough to receive the scholarships this organization provides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-3442116580602029758?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/3442116580602029758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=3442116580602029758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/3442116580602029758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/3442116580602029758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-edge-of-summer.html' title='on the edge of summer'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-4053900088684097267</id><published>2007-04-22T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:54:24.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At least it's not a hummer</title><content type='html'>I had my mom convinced.  She was going to buy a Prius.  I was all set to be proud of my environmentally-conscious mother.  But then Toyota decided (I guess, I don't know if there was any conscious decision making going on!) that in this most expensive, state-of-the-art hybrid vehicle, they weren't going to bother giving the driver's seat the ability to  move up and down.  Back and forth - no problem! But not up and down.  It was a deal breaker (god knows why), and now the new family car will probably be a Honda CRV - an SUV (which, you know, is pretty much the polar opposite of a hybrid, even if it's probably no worse than the boat we drive now (ford mercury sable...ugh...what an awful car!)).  When I have enough money to afford a brand new car, I won't waste it on a gas guzzler.  Then again, by the time I can afford to buy a brand new car, the environment will be so far gone that maybe it won't matter.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uwec.edu/piercech/Vehicle/images/ToyotaPrius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.uwec.edu/piercech/Vehicle/images/ToyotaPrius.jpg" alt="" 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/21736969-4053900088684097267?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/4053900088684097267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=4053900088684097267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/4053900088684097267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/4053900088684097267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-least-its-not-hummer.html' title='At least it&apos;s not a hummer'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-1132461174106476597</id><published>2007-04-21T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:39:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some pictures of me and my best friend Lucy snowboarding this winter at Mt. Washington.  Just a bunch of photos of us being goofs on the chairlift...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBjxDEZoI/AAAAAAAAABE/DZ67RNWKRDY/s1600-h/IMG_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBjxDEZoI/AAAAAAAAABE/DZ67RNWKRDY/s320/IMG_1466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056136720626771586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBkBDEZpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lKfFd9w5MmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBkBDEZpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lKfFd9w5MmQ/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056136724921738898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBkRDEZqI/AAAAAAAAABU/B8t4GTULMz0/s1600-h/IMG_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBkRDEZqI/AAAAAAAAABU/B8t4GTULMz0/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056136729216706210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBkxDEZrI/AAAAAAAAABc/euxW-0yIQmM/s1600-h/IMG_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBkxDEZrI/AAAAAAAAABc/euxW-0yIQmM/s320/IMG_1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056136737806640818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBlBDEZsI/AAAAAAAAABk/8i0whZeqo_w/s1600-h/IMG_1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBlBDEZsI/AAAAAAAAABk/8i0whZeqo_w/s320/IMG_1468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056136742101608130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBIRDEZnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1Ef7HkUDpvs/s1600-h/IMG_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBIRDEZnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1Ef7HkUDpvs/s320/IMG_1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056136248180369010" 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/21736969-1132461174106476597?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/1132461174106476597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=1132461174106476597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/1132461174106476597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/1132461174106476597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-pictures-of-me-and-my-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RisBjxDEZoI/AAAAAAAAABE/DZ67RNWKRDY/s72-c/IMG_1466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-3648994691275554077</id><published>2007-04-21T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:40:48.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RirtghDEZlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TsyyFT_ufGw/s1600-h/vair+nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RirtghDEZlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TsyyFT_ufGw/s320/vair+nice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056114674559641170" 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/21736969-3648994691275554077?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/3648994691275554077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=3648994691275554077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/3648994691275554077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/3648994691275554077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/RirtghDEZlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TsyyFT_ufGw/s72-c/vair+nice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-9062193597621299347</id><published>2007-04-21T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:30:14.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to get a tattoo.  I've wanted a tattoo for a long time, almost since I became an independent person with thoughts of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, around grade 10 or 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[rant begins...]&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I had thoughts before that, but I don't think I was much of a unique individual.  Not that I think I'm so different from everyone else.  I hate people who think they're so different and alternative, because they're not.  They're just like everyone else who thinks they're "different" which makes them all the same.  I hate people who think they're oh so rebellious because of the music they listen to or the way they dress.  Most of the time they just look like idiots, and they're just acting like everyone else anyways. A different "everyone else" than the people that were "everyone else" before, but it's all the same.  I simply believe that I can think for myself now, and am intelligent enough to form my own opinions and thoughts about the world, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;[....rant over]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-9062193597621299347?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/9062193597621299347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=9062193597621299347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/9062193597621299347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/9062193597621299347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-to-get-tattoo.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-3781559298463305450</id><published>2007-04-19T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T10:41:22.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro before I'm 40.  It would be hard, but certainly not impossible. I'm giving myself a fair bit of time to get in shape, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.diseno-art.com/images/kilimanjaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.diseno-art.com/images/kilimanjaro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I obviously stole this bottom photo from someone, I would post a picture of the main summit, but I couldn't find any without someone standing proudly by the sign. I don't know what they'd think if they saw their pic on a random blog, but I didn't want to risk it.  I'd take so many pictures at all stages of the trek.  Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.victoriasafaris.com/pictures/kiliclimb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.victoriasafaris.com/pictures/kiliclimb.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so I like posting photos of places I want to go. But someday (next year!) I'll have a million photos of my own. I'm especially looking forward to the one where I'm rescuing a baby sea turtle.  I totally want to do that while I'm down in South America.  Just cause they're adorable. I'm such a girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-3781559298463305450?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/3781559298463305450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=3781559298463305450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/3781559298463305450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/3781559298463305450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-going-to-climb-mt_19.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-7322861938379118487</id><published>2007-04-19T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T10:21:57.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hostels.com/images/hostels/4880_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hostels.com/images/hostels/4880_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The roof of the Secret Garden Hostel in Quito, where I'll be staying (with any luck!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.travelblog.org/Photos/8014/71581/t/432757-View-from-my-hostal-Secret-Garden-Quito-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img2.travelblog.org/Photos/8014/71581/t/432757-View-from-my-hostal-Secret-Garden-Quito-1.jpg" alt="" 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/21736969-7322861938379118487?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/7322861938379118487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=7322861938379118487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7322861938379118487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7322861938379118487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/roof-of-secret-garden-hostel-in-quito.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-7384991924158769824</id><published>2007-04-18T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:29:19.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the planning continues...</title><content type='html'>(and I'll probably change my mind a million times along the way, and keep planning and changing right up until the day before I leave...which isn't for a long long while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada --&gt; Ecuador --&gt; Peru --&gt; Chile --&gt; Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I want to go/see (with illustrations!)&lt;br /&gt;(not in any rank or order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Machu Picchu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/88/Peru_Machu_Picchu_Sunset.jpg/300px-Peru_Machu_Picchu_Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/88/Peru_Machu_Picchu_Sunset.jpg/300px-Peru_Machu_Picchu_Sunset.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Galapagos Islands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://copland.udel.edu/%7Egshriver/images/Galapagos-bartolome-island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://copland.udel.edu/%7Egshriver/images/Galapagos-bartolome-island.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nazca Lines:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3b/Nazca_monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3b/Nazca_monkey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so these are some of the few more "tourist-y" ideas I have for my trip, that I'm willing to splurge on.  Hooray.  I'd also like to take a trip out to Easter Island, and obviously a MILLION other things, but I'll keep adding them as I go. This is enough for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-7384991924158769824?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/7384991924158769824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=7384991924158769824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7384991924158769824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7384991924158769824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/planning-continues.html' title='the planning continues...'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-812523449064582729</id><published>2007-04-18T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:54:58.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning my trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/81/234399341_1c18c6a872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/81/234399341_1c18c6a872.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to come together on the planning of my first solo adventure - actually, it's pretty much my first adventure, period.  But the first of many, and I'm incredibly excited for it all.  I know things will go wrong, but I also think a lot of things are going to go amazingly well and it will be yet another life changing experience.  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan so far is to leave pretty much right after Christmas, I think maybe Jan 2nd... but I guess it all depends on flights.  I'm going to fly to Quito, the capital of Ecuador, where I'll be staying for at least a month.  I'm going to stay at The Secret Garden hostel (http://www.secretgardenquito.com/), and hopefully get a volunteer gig there (you can work for them, and stay for free!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, I'm going to be learning Spanish (offered as part of the volunteer gig), and hopefully also doing some volunteer work with children.  I may be in Ecuador for 2 or 3 months, I'm not sure yet... but from there, I'm going to do some traveling around Central or South America, probably for the last month of my stay - probably Peru and Chile, traveling along the Pacific coast, or in the opposite direction up through Central America, maybe Panama and Guatemala.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be returning to Canada at the end of April, so that I won't miss my best friend's wedding, or my sister's graduation.  And then I guess I'll be heading back to school, but we'll see.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lastfrontiers.com/maps/ecuador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.lastfrontiers.com/maps/ecuador.jpg" alt="" 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/21736969-812523449064582729?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/812523449064582729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=812523449064582729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/812523449064582729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/812523449064582729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/planning-my-trip.html' title='Planning my trip'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-8535419765775479871</id><published>2007-04-15T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:44:41.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>unwritten goals: write something on here at least once a day, keep self sane, listen to more music from the nineties. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby when you're gone, I realize I'm in love. Days go on and on, and the nights just seem so long. Even food don't taste that good, drinking doing what it should. Things just feel so wrong, baby when you're gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to Bryan Adams again, CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to write a research report. Not doing so good. Went to starbucks instead. Chai frappes are delicious, but I have quite possibly reached chai overload. Maybe a venti is too much frappe.  The human body just cannot handle that much frappe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My playlist is set to AWESOME right now, but actually shuffle, but it keeps coming up GOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go to South America, this is going to become my travel diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy a digital camera. That is what I'm going to spend my first paycheck on when I get home and get a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-8535419765775479871?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/8535419765775479871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=8535419765775479871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/8535419765775479871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/8535419765775479871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/unwritten-goals-write-something-on-here.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-7336747961847298044</id><published>2007-04-15T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:40:59.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60 things</title><content type='html'>An extended life-long list of goals (some less realistic than others), inspired by &lt;a href="http://theburiedlife.com/"&gt;The Buried Life&lt;/a&gt;, and because I like lists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order, as always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Live in Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;2. Own a scooter and ride it through the streets of Barcelona (see 1)&lt;br /&gt;3. Volunteer in an orphanage in a third world country&lt;br /&gt;4. Speak Spanish fluently&lt;br /&gt;5. Go skydiving&lt;br /&gt;6. Have lunch with David Tennant (and ask him if his house is bigger on the inside)&lt;br /&gt;7. Dance with Ellen Degeneres&lt;br /&gt;8. Adopt a child&lt;br /&gt;9. Backpack around Europe&lt;br /&gt;10. Own a westfalia van and drive it across Canada. Start and end on a beach.&lt;br /&gt;11. Stand on the Great Wall of China at sunset/sunrise (and walk it)&lt;br /&gt;12. Ride on an elephant&lt;br /&gt;13. Get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;14. Learn how to surf&lt;br /&gt;15. See Circ du Soleil live&lt;br /&gt;16. See Radiohead in concert&lt;br /&gt;17. Meet Joss Whedon&lt;br /&gt;18. Swim with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;19. Go hiking in New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;20. Climb the Grouse Grind without stopping for a break&lt;br /&gt;21. Bike around Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;22. Be an extra on a movie/tv&lt;br /&gt;23. Spend (at least) a week living on a sailboat out on the water&lt;br /&gt;24. Kiss the blarney stone&lt;br /&gt;25. Visit Stonehenge&lt;br /&gt;26. Travel around South America and Central America&lt;br /&gt;27. See the pyramids in Egypt up close and bring home a jar of sand&lt;br /&gt;28. Fly to Philadelphia for the sole purpose of saying "gooooing to Philly!"&lt;br /&gt;29. Meet the guys from the Lonely Island if only for long enough to tell them they rule&lt;br /&gt;30. Walk up to Neil Patrick Harris and ask him for a high five.  Tell him it will be legendary&lt;br /&gt;31. Co-direct a theatrical production of Once More With Feeling with Alison.&lt;br /&gt;32. Go scuba diving in some tropical place&lt;br /&gt;33. Change someone's life for the better&lt;br /&gt;34. Organize a concert/show&lt;br /&gt;35. Throw a dart on a map and travel where it lands&lt;br /&gt;36. Build a tree fort&lt;br /&gt;37. Climb Mt. Kilimanjaro&lt;br /&gt;38. Buy a house&lt;br /&gt;39. Step foot on every continent (possibly excluding Antarctica)&lt;br /&gt;40. Be a regular at a coffee place&lt;br /&gt;41. Be the one to say the words "live from New York, it's Saturday Night" on SNL&lt;br /&gt;42. Learn swing dance or ballroom&lt;br /&gt;43. Make a documentary/video diary&lt;br /&gt;44. Build an igloo in Central Park&lt;br /&gt;45. Learn to drive standard&lt;br /&gt;46. Play soccer again on a team&lt;br /&gt;47. Feel amazing in a bikini&lt;br /&gt;48. Live on a houseboat (for a summer, at least)&lt;br /&gt;49. Go streaking&lt;br /&gt;50. Step foot in every country (see 39)&lt;br /&gt;51. Write an entire novel during NaNoWriMo&lt;br /&gt;52. Go on a road trip to Coachella&lt;br /&gt;53. Volunteer in a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;54. Build a house with Habitat for Humanity&lt;br /&gt;55. Get serious air off a jump and actually land it (snowboarding)&lt;br /&gt;56. Kiss someone at the top of the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;57. Find my soul mate&lt;br /&gt;58. Ride on the back of a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;59. Be a guest lecturer at a prestigious university&lt;br /&gt;60. Die happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-7336747961847298044?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/7336747961847298044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=7336747961847298044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7336747961847298044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7336747961847298044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/50-things.html' title='60 things'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-8569143076973487971</id><published>2007-04-13T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:13:06.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="content" style="font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;" lang="en"&gt;This song transports me back to the nineties, and listening to savage garden on my tape player. that's right, tapes.  For some reason I seem to be posting a lot of random song lyrics on here, but maybe that will all change soon. When I have something real to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden - I Want You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I need to see your face&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I am taken to a place where&lt;br /&gt;Your crystal mind and&lt;br /&gt;Magenta feelings take up shelter&lt;br /&gt;In the base of my spine&lt;br /&gt;Sweet like a chic a cherry cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to try and explain&lt;br /&gt;I just hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;And if it happens again I might move&lt;br /&gt;So slightly&lt;br /&gt;To the arms and the lips and the face&lt;br /&gt;Of the human cannonball&lt;br /&gt;That I need to I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come stand a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Breath in and get a bit higher&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what hit you&lt;br /&gt;When I get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I want you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I need you&lt;br /&gt;But ooh I'd die to find out&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I want you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I need you&lt;br /&gt;But ooh Id die to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of person who endorses&lt;br /&gt;A deep commitment&lt;br /&gt;Getting comfy getting perfect&lt;br /&gt;Is what I live for&lt;br /&gt;But a look then a smell of perfume&lt;br /&gt;Its like I'm down on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'm in for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation has a time and place&lt;br /&gt;In the interaction of a lover and&lt;br /&gt;A mate&lt;br /&gt;But the time of talking&lt;br /&gt;Using symbols using words&lt;br /&gt;Can be likened to a deep sea diver&lt;br /&gt;Who is swimming with a raincoat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come stand a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in and get a bit higher&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what hit you&lt;br /&gt;When I get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I need to see your face&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I am taken to a place where&lt;br /&gt;Your crystal mind and&lt;br /&gt;Magenta feelings take up shelter&lt;br /&gt;In the base of my spine&lt;br /&gt;Sweet like a chic a cherry cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to try and explain&lt;br /&gt;I just hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;And if it happens again I might move&lt;br /&gt;So slightly&lt;br /&gt;To the arms and the lips and the face&lt;br /&gt;Of the human cannonball&lt;br /&gt;That I need to I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can we find out&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-5863942981704561"; google_alternate_color = "FFFFFF"; google_ad_width = 200; google_ad_height = 90; google_ad_format = "200x90_0ads_al"; google_ad_channel ="3446701269"; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "006699"; google_color_text = "666666"; google_color_url = "0D8F63"; google_hints = "savage garden music, tickets, shirts, posters, ringtone, mp3"; google_hl = "en"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-8569143076973487971?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/8569143076973487971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=8569143076973487971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/8569143076973487971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/8569143076973487971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-song-transports-me-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-2527021818291295643</id><published>2007-04-12T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:57:52.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got A Theory - House style</title><content type='html'>Alex just sent me this, it is the best thing ever... if you know where it came from (Buffy - Once More With Feeling).  I had to post it, because as I finished singing it out loud (you can't just read it in your head, I dare you to try!) I said (in a Barney-like voice) "man, this is totally going in my blog" and then I proceeded to high five myself - Neil Patrick Harris style! AWESOME. Anyways, this song is totally legendary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chase]&lt;br /&gt;I've got a theory, that he's allergic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[House] (hitting Chase on the head with the cane)&lt;br /&gt;To breathing AIR? Uh, something isn't right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Foreman]&lt;br /&gt;I've got a theory, House is acerbic --&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're repeating dumb ideas that don't help here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[House]&lt;br /&gt;I've got a theory we should solve this case...&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'll throw these whiteboard markers right in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chase]&lt;br /&gt;Could be the girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;His evil girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(glare from Cameron)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Which is ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are happy flowers&lt;br /&gt;perfect love that never dies&lt;br /&gt;And Cameron's scary, I'll be over here. (sulks to coffee maker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cameron]&lt;br /&gt;...I've got a theory, it's vasculitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(long pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Foreman] (Rolling eyes)&lt;br /&gt;I've got a--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cameron] (standing on the table)&lt;br /&gt;Vasculitis isn't nice like everyone supposes!&lt;br /&gt;It inflames capillaries, even in your noses!&lt;br /&gt;It messes up your organs...&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to do more testing anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;Ducklings, ducklings -- it's vasculitiiiiiis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(crickets; Cameron hops off table, chagrined)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wilson] (walking in)&lt;br /&gt;...or maybe cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Foreman] (pacing)&lt;br /&gt;I've got a theory we should treat this fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Foreman, Chase] (pacing together)&lt;br /&gt;Because if we don't solve it in time, he may not last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chase]&lt;br /&gt;I've got a theory--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[House]&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter...&lt;br /&gt;What can we do if it's contagious?&lt;br /&gt;Getting sick isn't advantageous.&lt;br /&gt;In quarantine? I won't go there --&lt;br /&gt;It's dull as hell, no comfy chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Everyone]&lt;br /&gt;What can we do if we can't visit?&lt;br /&gt;We'll get infected in a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cameron]&lt;br /&gt;I have to try, I'll pay the price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Foreman]&lt;br /&gt;You do, you'll die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[House]&lt;br /&gt;Sounds kinda nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Everyone]&lt;br /&gt;We'll have to solve it on the whiteboard&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we'll hit the right chord&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing we can't treat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wilson] (aside, sipping coffee)&lt;br /&gt;...except for cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-2527021818291295643?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/2527021818291295643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=2527021818291295643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/2527021818291295643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/2527021818291295643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-got-theory-house-style.html' title='I&apos;ve Got A Theory - House style'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-4462062189865679845</id><published>2007-04-12T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:45:45.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just really like this song, is all</title><content type='html'>Lyrics to  Scared by Albert Hammond Jr (awesome side project of guitarist from the Strokes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that something inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Still plays a part in what i do, always&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;I think that if we were all we had&lt;br /&gt;That's more than most people ever have, anyway&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, you can stay here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared that you'll lose everybody&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared that you'll lose everything&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here if you're scared to go through&lt;br /&gt;Anything just reach out in front of you, always&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stay near&lt;br /&gt;So close we played it as if we cared&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop now that we're almost there, anyway&lt;br /&gt;Oh i'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared that you'll lose everybody&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared that you'll lose everything&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared that you'll lose everybody&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared that you'll lose everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared that you'll lose everybody&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared that you'll lose everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared that you'll lose everybody&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared that you'll lose everything&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still there because you're scared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-4462062189865679845?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/4462062189865679845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=4462062189865679845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/4462062189865679845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/4462062189865679845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/albert-hammond-jr.html' title='I just really like this song, is all'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-6305578948762436710</id><published>2007-04-12T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:45:21.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once again proving i have no life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes even I think I watch too much TV. But for those people who don't think that quite yet, I'm here to prove you wrong by listing every single show I watch on even a semi-regular basis (not just flipping channels from time to time, mind you, but actually downloading and watching):&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. house&lt;br /&gt;2. heroes&lt;br /&gt;3. battlestar galactica&lt;br /&gt;4. 10 items or less&lt;br /&gt;5. buffy the vampire slayer&lt;br /&gt;6. angel&lt;br /&gt;7. studio 60 on the sunset strip&lt;br /&gt;8. dexter&lt;br /&gt;9. veronica mars&lt;br /&gt;10. smallville&lt;br /&gt;11. grey's anatomy&lt;br /&gt;12. gilmore girls&lt;br /&gt;13. america's next top model&lt;br /&gt;14. the office (us)&lt;br /&gt;15. robin hood (on the BBC)&lt;br /&gt;16. the riches&lt;br /&gt;17. bones&lt;br /&gt;18. psych&lt;br /&gt;19. the O.C.&lt;br /&gt;20. Andy Barker, PI&lt;br /&gt;21. arrested development&lt;br /&gt;22. how i met your mother&lt;br /&gt;23. Doctor Who&lt;br /&gt;24. Weeds&lt;br /&gt;25. Dead Like Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also started watching 24, but I'm only two episodes in so I don't think it counts.  Mind you, I've only seen a few episodes of 10 items or less, but that's only cause I can't find them, not because I haven't tried.  It's a new series that I would recommend checking out if you like arrested development or the office.  It runs along those same lines... Also, Andy Barker, PI is Andy Richter's new show which also stars Tony Hale, so.... yeah... a.d. fans once again, rejoice...or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-6305578948762436710?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/6305578948762436710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=6305578948762436710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/6305578948762436710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/6305578948762436710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/04/once-again-proving-i-have-no-life.html' title='once again proving i have no life'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-2575238620939632135</id><published>2007-03-21T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:53:15.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Biology labs are pointless when you have time (60 minutes actually) to sit around and do nothing on your laptop.  Seriously, that's where I am right now.  I can't decide whether or not to visit home on Easter break.  I think I will for sure if Ali doesn't come visit me, because it is her birthday today and I bought my little sis a present.  It rocks so hard I want to keep it for myself.  But if I do go home, I will make a promise to myself to actually follow through on going out and being social.  I should go to some of the bars in Comox, as they are easier to get home from.  The other night I walked home to UVic from downtown with Chris. It took an hour and a half.  I will never walk that far home from a bar ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-2575238620939632135?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/2575238620939632135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=2575238620939632135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/2575238620939632135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/2575238620939632135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/03/biology-labs-are-pointless-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-1698607109598165424</id><published>2007-02-13T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T10:58:10.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I realize that last post was kind of emo, but whatever.  I can't be happy twentyfourseventhreesixtyfour.  It's just not possible, believe me, I've tried.  But enough with it all, I am happy again - you know why? Because tonight I'm baking sugar cookies for all my friends in Victoria, and decorating them in the most awesome way possible.  You can't be sad while you're making conversation heart cookies with awesome catch phases of your own invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have a week at home to look forward to.  I miss the valley sometimes, it's nice to go home.   Plus I get to go snowboarding. Plus I'll probably hit up buck-a-beer.  Plus I'll probably use my mom's money to go shopping because the zipper on my second pair of jeans broke (I only have 2 pairs, how tragic!!!) and now my fly is constantly unzipped or in the process of unzipping... Eek!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-1698607109598165424?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/1698607109598165424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=1698607109598165424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/1698607109598165424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/1698607109598165424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-i-realize-that-last-post-was-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-7575562339236319272</id><published>2007-02-10T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:47:46.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life is lame</title><content type='html'>Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1.   Make shopping list for baking extravaganza this weekend&lt;br /&gt;2.   Do said shopping&lt;br /&gt;3.   Bake up a storm&lt;br /&gt;4.   Study up a storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being single, and  kind of... no, strike that... very lonely.  But there's no way that's going to change anytime soon.  My tarot card reading (that you Alison, you predicted an entirely bleak future for me) said so.  And how do you meet guys in a strange town?  Victoria is still a strange town to me, it's not Comox.  Not that I would ever date someone from the valley, it would bring up so many conflicts and valley things..and gossip for everyone.  And not that I'm planning on becoming a bar star... ugh.  I always thought I was outgoing and friendly and flirty, and yet here I am.  Ranting to myself on my blog.  That is a sad statement about my life at the moment.  I think maybe I have too high expectations, I'm looking for someone I'm not going to find.  My perfect guy is maybe too perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is chaos.  I have 4 exams (well, 3 midterms, 1 test) and I'm only slightly prepared for one of them.  Biology and Environmental Studies I haven't even begun to study for, and biology especially is going to be killer.  All killer and no filler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-7575562339236319272?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/7575562339236319272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=7575562339236319272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7575562339236319272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/7575562339236319272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-life-is-lame.html' title='my life is lame'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-655765651684332066</id><published>2007-02-06T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:34:55.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderdome</title><content type='html'>It's thunderdome again, already.  Where does the time go?  Les examens are a pain.  Has anyone noticed I write as if I'm actually talking to someone (has anyone noticed I just said "has anyone noticed" like anyone is reading this to respond!?!)  But Eric reads this, so maybe I'm talking to him (omg shoutout?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've been thinking about: I want to go snowboarding so bad, salmon is delicious, pretty much all seafood is good, I feel like baking, Gilmore girls is a guilty pleasure, boys are hard to come by, Environmental studies is turning my closet hippy status into a...well..status as a hippy, you can only rant so much about salmon farming on the B.C. coast, I love raisins - they are the snack food of all snack food, rotary is fun, I want to go to Peru, sometimes I miss home, for real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is delicious. If it were edible, I'd eat coldplay and radiohead when I wanted to chill and get work done, and I'd eat Xavier Rudd whenever I wanted to go travelling, and while I WAS travelling, and sometimes I'd snack on some Marilyn Manson while I was walking to class, and everyone would think I was so bad ass.  Or something.  These are the thoughts I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library (my second home nowadays) is a-closing, so I gotta leave.  They flashed the lights.  And made an announcement.  I love the library, it is sometimes a haven.  Time go to home and catch up on TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-655765651684332066?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/655765651684332066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=655765651684332066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/655765651684332066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/655765651684332066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/02/thunderdome.html' title='Thunderdome'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-116902899552711442</id><published>2007-01-17T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T02:16:35.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody rock your body</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad no one actually reads this.  It would be heartbreaking if they did.  In all seriousness.  Why don't I just get some sort of journal that isn't publicly available? Not a clue.  I'm silly like that.   I think it might be because I never liked diaries.  And I always wrote like someone was going to read them anyways.  I never truly divulged the secrets of my life, they were more like a record of some daily goings-on.  Sometimes I just need to write. Something, anything.  Not a story, not a secret... just a thought.  I have the weirdest thoughts sometimes.  Like, what if you marry someone with the same last name as you...  Do you still take their last name as your own, formally?  Or does everyone just assume you did.  People will always think you just kept your Maiden Name, instead of taking your husbands.... but did you?  or didn't you!?!? &lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Also, since when did we get old enough to celebrate the nineties as in "90210 Nineties Night at Lucky Bar".  They just weren't that long ago.. But admittedly it's pretty much the funnest thing ever.  Flashback to an even younger youth.  Flashback to the Backstreet Boys and Aqua and Sir Mixalot.  Freaking amazing fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everbody&lt;br /&gt;Rock your body&lt;br /&gt;everybody&lt;br /&gt;rock your body right&lt;br /&gt;backstreets back, alright&lt;br /&gt;heey now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-116902899552711442?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/116902899552711442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=116902899552711442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/116902899552711442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/116902899552711442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2007/01/everybody-rock-your-body.html' title='everybody rock your body'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-116348661538068501</id><published>2006-11-13T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:43:35.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as if</title><content type='html'>I came back to the Valley for reading break, and it's kind of sad because I don't really have many friends left here.  The Comox Valley is not a fun place to be without your friends.  There is a profound lack of stuff to do other than hang out.  At a bar, at a house, at the lake, at the beach, in the park, at a show.  I'm not open and friendly enough to go to a bar or club alone.  I always thought I was outgoing enough to do so, but I don't think I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to NIC tomorrow morning to work in the library.  I think it will make me miss the UVic library a lot.  I love being up on the third floor surrounded by old important looking books, and going up onto the floor commonly known as 3 1/2, except I just made that up so not really. But it SHOULD be floor 3 1/2, or 3 1/4.  I think next time I'm in the library I'll just spend 3 hours sitting in the occult section, pretending I'm an expert on Vampyrs and witchs and demon lore.  Like the rogue demon slaying nerd that I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided I'm not good at being alone.  I'm emotionally needy like some sort of really emotional person that needs close physical and emotional contact to stay sane.  I'm afraid if I go on much longer without somebody, I might become a giant slut.  Hahah, no, not really.  But I may just become rash and lose some of my inhibition that is so important these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I'm so bored at home right now, luckily I have Jasper because he's warm and cuddly.  Jasper is my puppy.  He is a schnoodle, and he is my mom's third child that she's always wanted minus the lack of housetraining.  She pretty much takes better care of him than her other two children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-116348661538068501?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/116348661538068501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=116348661538068501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/116348661538068501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/116348661538068501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-if.html' title='as if'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-115700708884676631</id><published>2006-08-30T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:51:28.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay Lohan</title><content type='html'>Very recently I was having a discussion about Lindsay Lohan with my friendy friend Steve-o...who loves Lindsay Lohan.  He is an otherwise all around righteous dude (thaaankk you Aaron Echolls! ...vote for Duncan Kane everyone!) .  I have this whole love/hate thing with the girl.  I love the Parent Trap...and Mean Girls...and even Just My Luck... but god, do I hate that blond anorexic diva bitch that cutie pie has become.  And I strictly say NO to music videos or any other step outside of acting (dude, stick with what you know....ugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of this is just so I can include this quote in here in some sort of context...cause it's pretty much awesome...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the world is a crazy place meghan, but what kind of a world would it be if a cute little redhead didn't turn evil, and make us question our own beliefs, values, and libido's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other more pressing issues and important fan girl whatsits and squealing.... Ben knows Glory?  more like TROY KNOWS JIMMY!  That's motherfuckingright kids... Troy Vandergraff (twin brother of the oh so cute Bobby Drake) will be playing Jimmy Olsen on Smallville...and whatdaya know...I think Chloe finally gets lucky! yay and hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-115700708884676631?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/115700708884676631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=115700708884676631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/115700708884676631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/115700708884676631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/08/lindsay-lohan.html' title='Lindsay Lohan'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-115303395399638533</id><published>2006-07-16T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:12:34.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be a lesbian, then I wouldn't have to deal with boys.  End of thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-115303395399638533?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/115303395399638533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=115303395399638533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/115303395399638533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/115303395399638533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-should-be-lesbian-then-i-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-115268960063675552</id><published>2006-07-12T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:33:20.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the single life</title><content type='html'>So this guy at work asked me out the other day, and we went to a movie tonight...we were SUPPOSED to see Pirates, but that failed so we decided to catch Superman Returns at the Palace.  Not much to say about the movie, it was no worse or better than I expected...but it couldn't live up to Smallville.  Even GOOD Lex in Smallville is ten times the manipulative bastard than Kevin Spacey.   Movie Luthor just seemed more like a petty criminal than a brilliant and deviant villian.  Anyways.... the whole point is, I felt weird because I knew the guy wanted it to be a "date" but I just wanted to hang out with a cool guy from work who makes life serving coffee a little bit easier to handle.   It was mainly cool, but  also a little awkward.  Also, I obviously am not ready to date again...i just figured it would be nice to get out of the house.  Not that I'm moping, because frankly... I'm more angry than sad about certain situations of the past couple weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm thinking he was a little disappointed that I didn't really flirt or anything tonight...so we'll see how work is on Friday.   It'll probably be okay, it's too busy and crowded back there for awkwardness.  Though he probably won't go out of his way to do one of my jobs for me again.  Dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-115268960063675552?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/115268960063675552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=115268960063675552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/115268960063675552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/115268960063675552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/07/single-life.html' title='the single life'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-115160924980615294</id><published>2006-06-29T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:27:29.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to the hospital to get a skin  biopsy to see if I have Dermatitis Herpetiformis...which is a skin condition caused by wheat intolerance that sometimes accompanies Celiac disease.  So basically if I test positive, I can never eat wheat or gluten again without causing serious harm.  ie. my small intestine shuts down.  Pretty much.  So I'm totally not stoked, but whatever.  On the plus side it's all nice and sunny out, which is nice.  I can't wait for the BBQ tonight, I haven't been out in a while hahah....no life, no life whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm pretty excited to register for my courses next year.  Except for the whole math thing.  I have to take math 12 next year, and I'm getting tutoring over the summer to prepare for it.  Basically I'm doing Math 12 through NIDES, but not actually taking the exam unless I actually feel prepared, which I won't.  So it will be a test run, and then hopefully I'll be able to retain all that for the actual course and not fail. &lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shower time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-115160924980615294?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/115160924980615294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=115160924980615294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/115160924980615294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/115160924980615294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-im-going-to-hospital-to-get-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-115130610241676846</id><published>2006-06-26T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T00:15:02.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I'm working at Tim Hortons this summer, and I figured I'd say a little something about the fast food industry on here, since I haven't posted in a long long time, and figured it was about time I restarted my internet addiction, or whatever you want to call it.  That's right! With work and everything I don't even have time to spend hours upon hours on msn, wikipedia, and countless webcomics (ugh...)  Heck, I barely watch TV either (*sob* goodbye Buffy...goodbye Spike, Drusilla, Xander, Anya, Willow, Giles, Oz, Tara...)... Helllooooo, Angel! Anyways, after eight hours of "Is this for here or to go" and "would you like that sandwich on white or whole wheat, and would you like it toasted"  I hate people in general.  Well, some people... not that cute mom who got her 10 month old to hand me the cash, because that was just adorable.  And none of the cute shirtless boys, no matter how rude they are.  But the people who talk on their cell phones in the drive thru, or order a zillion more things once they get up to the window...and anyone who asks for more than 1 ice capp. during the busy hours, and gets all huffy if the machines aren't working.  AND SPECIAL HATRED to that old guy with the pot belly who expects you to know his order and is kinda mean and angry and then watchs you at the sandwich bar to make sure you're making his blueberry bagel double toasted with butter on one side and plain cream cheese on the other juuuuust right.  fuck you, man...just....fuck you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side I get to wear a headset and that's just plain fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-115130610241676846?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/115130610241676846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=115130610241676846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/115130610241676846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/115130610241676846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-im-working-at-tim-hortons-this.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-114490305257036780</id><published>2006-04-12T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:37:32.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/1600/at%20the%20grid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/320/at%20the%20grid2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/1600/shocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/320/shocked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m bored, so I've decided to post before and after photos of when I got my hair chopped.  I REALLY need a digital camera, I barely have any pictures of this year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-114490305257036780?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/114490305257036780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=114490305257036780' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114490305257036780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114490305257036780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-bored-so-ive-decided-to-post-before.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-114453145118102215</id><published>2006-04-08T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:24:11.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To do list</title><content type='html'>My plan for the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. READ - The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde&lt;br /&gt;                - Oedipus the King&lt;br /&gt;                - The Edible Woman&lt;br /&gt;                - Goodnight Desdemona (Good Morning Juliet)&lt;br /&gt;                - Much Ado About Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Create some sort of study package of notes for English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Study English like I've never studied before (I have to succeed in at least ONE class!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch Buffy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-114453145118102215?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/114453145118102215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=114453145118102215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114453145118102215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114453145118102215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-do-list.html' title='To do list'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-114439972918800913</id><published>2006-04-07T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:48:49.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/1600/cute_baby_bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/320/cute_baby_bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.    This is what a muffinbunny looks like.  It is cute, fluffy, and the size of a muffin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-114439972918800913?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/114439972918800913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=114439972918800913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114439972918800913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114439972918800913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/04/p.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-114439955399776940</id><published>2006-04-07T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:45:54.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUFFINBUNNY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/1600/muffinbunny.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/320/muffinbunny.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you're from UVic, you know what this means... If you're not, well, then you're not cool enough to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-114439955399776940?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/114439955399776940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=114439955399776940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114439955399776940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114439955399776940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/04/muffinbunny.html' title='MUFFINBUNNY!!!!'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-114438916319582561</id><published>2006-04-06T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:52:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking tonight about how much friendships can change in only a year, the perfect example being the transition from highschool to university, and to the end of your first year.  That's not the end of the thought process; however, I don't feel like delving into it just yet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why even bother to make a post? Because I can.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-114438916319582561?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/114438916319582561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=114438916319582561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114438916319582561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114438916319582561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-thinking-tonight-about-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-114379670945392425</id><published>2006-03-31T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:18:29.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooray for tv</title><content type='html'>I've been avoiding an essay like the plague and I just realized there's only a week left of school before the exam period starts.  (Un)Fortunately, two of them occur next week.  I haven't decided whether this is a good or a bad thing.  Means I won't have the weekend entirely free I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;Chris and Alison have got me back into Buffy the Vampire Slayer in a serious way.  I can't wait for tomorrow night, for there's another Buffy marathon planned.  One thing I did learn from university, it is SOOOO much better to watch a series in it's entirety from the beginning.  Don't jump in halfway, don't settle for one episode a week - download the muthafucka and watch it from start to finish (in as few days as possible).  That is the BEST way to go about television.  I found it is possible to watch over seven episodes in one sitting (and that was only at the start of this developing trend) without getting bored, because TV, unlike film, is supposed to grab your attention and keep it for an hour.  Thus, there is no such thing as a television show just dragging on and on.  Shows fly past with individual plots, and the underlying arching story lines are easier to keep up with (there's no forgetting what Willow did last week, or why Xander is upset).&lt;br /&gt;Other shows I am now addicted to include:&lt;br /&gt; -The Office (American version with Steve Carell but I'm dying to see the British version)&lt;br /&gt; -Supernatural (but I never watch it alone, and always in broad daylight!)&lt;br /&gt; -Smallville (The acting may be poor but Michael Rosenbaum (Lex) is ohhh soo sexy!!!!)&lt;br /&gt; -Buffy the Vampire Slayer (we're in the middle of season two now)&lt;br /&gt;  and last, but DEFINITELY not least&lt;br /&gt; - House, M.D. (Those piercing blue eyes... "oh House, your very name, will never leave this girl the same")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-114379670945392425?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/114379670945392425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=114379670945392425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114379670945392425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114379670945392425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/03/hooray-for-tv.html' title='hooray for tv'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-114363170132568845</id><published>2006-03-29T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T03:28:21.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emdie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/1600/emdie%2010-30-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/320/emdie%2010-30-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Crites and I created a genre a while back... the same night we figured out that he is almost exactly three dryers long (the laundry room is where genius truly occurs)  So I drew a dude to illustrate our idea.  He's so full of 'tude.  He's depressed and pretentious at the same time.  So his self-esteem is extremely high and low at the same time... what a conundrum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-114363170132568845?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/114363170132568845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=114363170132568845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114363170132568845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114363170132568845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/03/emdie_29.html' title='Emdie!'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-114360420051667842</id><published>2006-03-28T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:50:00.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate school</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I challenge anyone to bullshit an article for a journalism class better than this one.  I didn't do any interviews, though all these cool people do exist in real life.  The quotes are bullshit, and "Blythe Lang" is my cover, because you are definitely not supposed to write about yourself or use your own quotes.  I had about a month to write this, and I started the night before it was due at like 1 am.  It's a feature article...and the lead is a bit weird, but I didn't know how to start it off, so I used a "list lead" as described in my coursepack, because it seemed to work in this situation.  Other than that, the article is kosher - the prices and devices are real...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The New Roadmap to a Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A straight up evaluation of software, hardware, and everything in between that can be used to make a relationship work – whatever the odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Kerr, 18, and Blythe Lang, 18, have been together almost seven months now.&lt;br /&gt;            Jackie Larkin, 19, has been in a relationship with Nathan Schmidt, 19, for a year.   &lt;br /&gt;            Lucy Bridges, 18, very recently began dating Nick Schoenfelder, 19. &lt;br /&gt;            Mark Jenkins, 18, and Krista Pierce, 17, have been a couple for over a year. &lt;br /&gt;            These relationships have one thing in common: they are all long distance.&lt;br /&gt;            Many people balk at the thought of a long distance relationship, and it is true they can be much more difficult to maintain, and come with some major disadvantages – but with the right technology, and the right outlook, it’s possible to make the relationship work.  So when my friend Lucy came to me for advice about handling a new long distance relationship (she lives in Edmonton, he lives in Naniamo), I went to the experts in the subject – other couples.    &lt;br /&gt;            “You definitely have to be sure you want this,” said Kerr, a first year student at North Island College in Courtenay, B.C.  “I was really hesitant at first, but I’m really happy I went for it, I’m so in love with this girl.”&lt;br /&gt;            “I think this kind of relationship is so difficult mainly because of how much you have to trust the other person, undoubtedly more than in a normal relationship.  And sometimes there’s a lot of frustration which leads to some really petty arguments,” said Larkin.  She moved from Victoria to Calgary to live closer to her boyfriend, who is currently in his second year at the University of Lethbridge. &lt;br /&gt;            One thing they all agree on, whether separated by a four hour drive or the Atlantic Ocean, a long distance relationship is tough, but technology is making it easier. &lt;br /&gt;            So what is out there?  From web cams to text-messaging – these days communication isn’t limited to the postal service. &lt;br /&gt;            “We talk on msn, send emails, and call each other almost every night” said Larkin, “sometimes it’s really tough – but you deal with it.”&lt;br /&gt;            Long distance phone calls can be very expensive.  Cell phones are packed full of outrageous fees that can pile up faster than you can talk.  Still, couples tend to use them.&lt;br /&gt;            “The phone still beats everything else… I talk to Krista on my cell every night” said Jenkins, a student in residence at the University of Victoria.  His girlfriend lives in White Rock.&lt;br /&gt;            “If you know you’re going to be doing something long distance, you should think about getting a landline phone instead of a cell phone. Cell phones are more convenient, but they are definitely not meant for long phone calls.  Prepaid phone cards are the way to go,” was Larkin’s advice.&lt;br /&gt;            She’s right.  Prepaid long distance cards come in almost any denomination and there are many varieties suited to how often and how long you talk on the phone.  And while you won’t be able to talk on the go, you’ll have a clearer picture of how much you are spending.   &lt;br /&gt;            Cell phone companies charge upwards of 25 cents a minute for long distance calls, and that’s not even taking into consideration the cost of running over your minutes.  Text-messaging on a cell phone is even more expensive and can cost around 50 cents per message.   &lt;br /&gt;            “My mom freaked out at me because my bill was over $300... it was a complete shock, I just didn’t realize how much I was being charged for every minute I spent on the phone” said Lang.  “We’ve changed my plan now, and I’m really careful about how much time I spend talking.”&lt;br /&gt;            A great alternative to this is the internet.  With the purchase of a microphone (prices range from $20 - $60+, and most new laptops have built in microphones) you can talk for free online, using programs such as MSN Messenger or Skype.&lt;br /&gt;            “Skype has it’s drawbacks for sure, the reception isn’t quite like the phone, sometimes my voice sounds kind of canned,” Kerr noted “but other than that it’s okay.  It’s free, that’s the best part”&lt;br /&gt;            “Mike doesn’t like Skype as much, but if it stops my mom from screaming about my phone bill, then it’s worth it” said Lang.&lt;br /&gt;            The biggest problem with Skype is the echoing – many people are uncomfortable hearing themselves through their speakers a half second after they speak – but this can be easily solved with a pair of headphones.  If you are using it on a laptop, the only other drawback is how close the microphone is to the keyboard.  Generally, it’s best not to engage in other activities on the computer when you’re talking – because your voice will be drowned out by the clatter of the keys as you type.  &lt;br /&gt;            Of course there is always instant messenger which can be a great way to talk casually with your sweetheart. The only problem is how addicting it is.&lt;br /&gt;            “Now that Nick and I are dating, we’ve been talking on msn for like seven hours a night! It’s crazy, I’m not getting enough sleep…but I can’t help it, I miss him so much already,” said Bridges.&lt;br /&gt;            Kerr’s advice: don’t drag out conversations.   “At first it’s really hard not to talk to them all night, but it gets easier to say goodbye after a while.  Just remember you’ve got a life outside of your relationship”&lt;br /&gt;            “It’s best if  you don’t spend all night moping around – last semester I was skipping parties just to talk to Mike on msn… then I realized that the best way to deal with the stress was to get out of my room, go see my friends, and have some fun,” said Lang.  “Just taking my mind off of him made things so much better, we talk a lot less now, but we’re still just as close.”&lt;br /&gt;            Msn also has options for using web cameras and microphones.  Web cameras are relatively inexpensive, but the images aren’t always great on the cheaper versions.&lt;br /&gt;            So before you dive into a long distance relationship, check your budget and consider picking up some gadgets that could make the distance almost disappear.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-114360420051667842?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/114360420051667842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=114360420051667842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114360420051667842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114360420051667842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-school.html' title='I hate school'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-114275587445851183</id><published>2006-03-19T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:11:14.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I stalling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-114275587445851183?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/114275587445851183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=114275587445851183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114275587445851183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114275587445851183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-am-i-stalling.html' title='Why am I stalling?'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-114005755891492057</id><published>2006-02-15T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T18:39:18.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha! in your face!</title><content type='html'>Is it Karma? Divine intervention? Fate?  The Meligrove band had to scratch the west coast off their tour, so at least if I can't see them, no one else can.   I'm one bitch of a sore loser, but at least I had the fun of telling all my of-age friends that they were just as fucked as I was for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-114005755891492057?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/114005755891492057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=114005755891492057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114005755891492057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/114005755891492057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/02/ha-in-your-face.html' title='ha! in your face!'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-113982900123324787</id><published>2006-02-13T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T03:10:01.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sorely frustrated, due to the fact that the Meligrove Band is playing in Victoria (and oh my fricking Disciples of Zod, I live in Victoria!!!), but it is at a bar, and alas, I am only 18.  I would buy a fake id JUST for this show, but being a poor student I don't really have the funds for that.  My God, I'd be willing to write "I AM UNDERAGE" in permanent marker on my forehead, or wear a T-Shirt that said "Dear Bartender: Do NOT serve me alcohol under any circumstances", but bouncers don't dig that shit (yo!).  I recently went to see Stars in Vancouver at the Croatian Cultural Centre, and frankly, the sea of 13 year olds was...welll, annoying.  I'm not "scene", I have lame brown hair, admittedly AWESOME style (but not reflective of my music interests), and i;ve begun play cranium on a regular basis.  I also enjoy a good game of scrabble.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY perfect weekend would consist of a night of Smallville and swooning over Michael Rosenbaum and Tom Welling, followed by a debate about Krypton, and whether or not "evil" Lex is as sexy as "good" Lex, and whether "Crazy, Sexy Lex" from season 3 (when his father drugged him and institutionalized him) was the sexiest of all.  That same evening I would beat my friend Will at Connect Four and be crowned the reigning champion of Ring Road.  This would be followed in the morning by "panne-cocaine" from Dedutch (so called because of it's high level of addictiveness), and doing a little shopping at Ditch Records.  That afternoon I would probably indulge in some more television (possibly some of the Office, or House, or Lost), and prepare myself for the wicked awesome Meligrove Band.  After the concert they would invite me backstage and we'd hang out and play some Cranium.  I'd be on a team with Jason Nunes (the singer and pianist), because he is adorable, and Andrew looks too pretentious (though I'm sure he is wicked awesome once you get to appreciate his cynical sense of humour), and Mike is just too scene (though Jay comes in at a close and cuter second place).  With a name like Darcy, the drummer would have to be cool, but unfortunately not quite so cute (yes, I've fallen for the indie charm...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-113982900123324787?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/113982900123324787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=113982900123324787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113982900123324787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113982900123324787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-sorely-frustrated-due-to-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-113948646075983753</id><published>2006-02-09T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:13:28.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory in Europe</title><content type='html'>V.D. has two possible meanings: Venereal Disease, or Valentines Day. I hope most of us choose the latter. For some, Valentines Day is just another holiday cooked up by Hallmark as a marketing strategy to fill the gap between Christmas/New Years and Easter. But from a girls point of view, even if this is so, this day should definitely remain on the calendar. And I ask you: who in their right mind would give up a good pampering?!? Flowers, dinner, movies, chocolate, or whatever your choice in the romance department is, it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'd like to take this time to point out that this post is not a hint to the boy fondly known as Miker (amongst his group of friends and also to the general public), nor is it a hint to any particular boy, NOR is it entirely from my perspective, as I am attempting to speak for the larger population of girls, I myself being one and having experience in these matters. This is simply a topic because it is at hand. However I would like to point out that any boy who does have the pleasure to read this may take my advice and follow it to victory in the war on bad dates and/or relationships!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... we have a list of options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flowers*&lt;br /&gt;2. Dinner&lt;br /&gt;3. Movie&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate*&lt;br /&gt;5. Romantic date of another kind (ew gross! I meant things such as bowling/mini golf/a picnic, something cute but hold the cheese)&lt;br /&gt;6. A small token of your affection in present form*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: items 1,4, and 6 should generally be combined with 2,3 or 5 for best results. An innovative combination of any of the above, or any other romantic idea(s) that might spring to mind, is generally more than accepted, and should be your goal, depending on how much money you are willing to spend. It should also be noted that though cheapness is not admired, romance does not have to be bought. Subtle gestures and homemade gifts are worth more than a fancy thoughtless present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's consider these in more detail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flowers - These do not have to be roses, find out what her favourite flower is! However, if you don't know what she likes, I advise sticking with roses. Don't go the carnation route (I, for one, always associate those with dance recitals and performances, rather than relationships)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dinner - Doesn't have to be fancy, but keep away from the Drive-thru. Don't go lower than, say, Boston Pizza ( a nice, lower-cost option), but don't assume that she's comfortable going to the most expensive place in town. Realize that she may not be comfortable ordering something really expensive knowing that you're footing the bill. Most girls are more considerate than you might think. Find something within your price range, stay away from little kids, but don't stray too far from your comfort zone. Remember to make a reservation (as far ahead as possible, even places like Boston Pizza are booked full on special occasions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Movies - Depending on her style (if you don't know her well, play it safe) this should be a mutual decision. In fact, this is the one thing you should let her choose. Don't whine if it's a sappy love story, grit your teeth and bear it. For everything else, it's comforting to know that her man has a plan (ohhhhh can i rhyme!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate - Is not really &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; anymore, but I had to put it on the list anyways. Personally I wouldn't &lt;em&gt;mind&lt;/em&gt; getting chocolate, and I would be flattered, but it's not at the top of my list. With chocolate so easy to obtain at any time, it really doesn't seem that out of the ordinary any more. So chocolate goes down in the ratings. HOWEVER, if you find the perfect heart shaped box at Purdy's and it contains the most delicious truffles that you know she craves, then go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Other Date Plans - Not much to be said. These are of your own invention so I can't give advice. Just make sure it's an activity that you know she'll enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Other Presents - Don't go overboard. This isn't a birthday or christmas or an important anniversary. It's Valentines Day, which means &lt;em&gt;tokens &lt;/em&gt;of your affection. Small things. Maybe stay away from the practical gifts and go for sweet and romantic gifts. Jewellery, accessories of any sort, whatever is your style or hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's enough procrastinating for now. I really really have to write an essay, which is OBVIOUSLY why I'm bothering to create something this damn long, or create anything in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-113948646075983753?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/113948646075983753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=113948646075983753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113948646075983753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113948646075983753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/02/victory-in-europe.html' title='Victory in Europe'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-113948329910714194</id><published>2006-02-09T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T03:08:19.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/1600/me,%20kels,%20jacks,%20et%20sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/320/me%2C%20kels%2C%20jacks%2C%20et%20sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left to right: Me, Kelsey, Jackie, and Sarah.  Notice we are standing in front of a liquor store.  This is no coincidence. Behold! Documentation of my first or second weekend in Residence at UVic.  Good times...good times.  For anyone who hasn't done the res experience, I highly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-113948329910714194?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/113948329910714194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=113948329910714194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113948329910714194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113948329910714194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/02/from-left-to-right-me-kelsey-jackie.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-113930383990326338</id><published>2006-02-07T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:57:19.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate being ignored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-113930383990326338?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/113930383990326338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=113930383990326338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113930383990326338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113930383990326338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate-being-ignored_07.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-113927253357164266</id><published>2006-02-06T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:35:33.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do Today:</title><content type='html'>1. Think about Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dream about Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Write a Philosophy Paper and read about a million pages of Descartes' Meditations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Start an English Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get excited about Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sing some Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Listen to Stars all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Gaze at ticket, wait for show.  Go see Stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-113927253357164266?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/113927253357164266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=113927253357164266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113927253357164266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113927253357164266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-do-today.html' title='To Do Today:'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-113917561257313533</id><published>2006-02-05T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:40:12.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Playlist for the day: (because as I've said, I enjoy lists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back from the Dead!! Ahhhh! - Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sol's Song - Sunset Rubdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cold Hands! Hot Bodies! - You Say Party! We Say Die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I Was Born (A Unicorn) - The Unicorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fast Car - Tracy Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What I'm Trying to Say - Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wow - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  A Track and a Train - Shout Out Louds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Talk Show Host - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard - Paul Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Coma White - Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. White Rabbit- Jefferson Airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Roland - Interpol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You Could Have Had It So Much Better - Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Gimme Some Salt - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-113917561257313533?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/113917561257313533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=113917561257313533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113917561257313533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113917561257313533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-playlist-for-day-because-as-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-113903608414193809</id><published>2006-02-03T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:54:44.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you mayor mccheese</title><content type='html'>Rats... I've been discovered.  I was actually hoping that wouldn't happen. Damn you Eric, your ratings have dropped in the polls. The general consensus is that you should really take that link down.  I don't want publicity, and you know, Theory of People DOES have a large readership, at least according to Miker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the subject of boys... I think I'm through with them... New rant!! ohhh baby oh baby, i bet that's what my readers (all two of them) were dying for! Except I've got a Cranium party to attend. Finish this later (I'm discovering a trend here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-113903608414193809?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/113903608414193809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=113903608414193809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113903608414193809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113903608414193809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/02/damn-you-mayor-mccheese.html' title='damn you mayor mccheese'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-113893817946371968</id><published>2006-02-02T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:42:59.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/1600/webcomic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/387/2202/320/webcomic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a comic my lovely little friendy Kelsey made pour moi.  Pretty self explanatory.  Someday this page may be more a webcomic than a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-113893817946371968?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/113893817946371968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=113893817946371968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113893817946371968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113893817946371968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-comic-my-lovely-little-friendy.html' title=''/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-113869093158210702</id><published>2006-01-30T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T08:37:40.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>right, here we go....</title><content type='html'>THINGS TO REMEMBER WHEN YOU'RE WITH A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Be Romantic - don't forget, it doesn't have to be a huge gesture for her to notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It's not romantic if it's cheesy.  Keep the chivalry subtle, but just make sure you keep it.  Open doors, walk between your girl and the road, just don't make it embarassing.  It's all about being a gentleman without overdoing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Be Decisive - I'm talking about dates.  Always have a fall back plan, and don't be afraid to take the lead.  Tell her you're taking her out to a certain restaurant, rather than waffling over where you want to eat to the point where she'd rather just stay in than continue the conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   Notice when she's uncomfortable, and DO something about it.  If you're hanging out with your friends, while she sits silently next to you, she's probably considering her place as a really cute ornament.  Note: she isn't an ornament - for god sake, include her in the conversation.  Or change it to a subject she'd be able to take part in.  If all else fails, tell your friends the two of you need a little time alone, and vacate the scene.   I know this sounds lame, but guys do it more often than not, without realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   Shake it up on the compliment front.  Never lie about a compliment, but variation is the key to success.  For god sake, don't overuse the words "cute" and "pretty", if they become dominant in your vocabulary, over more meaningful words like "gorgeous", "beautiful" and "stunning", she will notice.  And it will hurt.  Because "cute" doesn't measure up to "beautiful" and the speculation of her image will begin.  Haven't supermodels done enough damage? Don't do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'll finish this later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-113869093158210702?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/113869093158210702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=113869093158210702' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113869093158210702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113869093158210702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/01/right-here-we-go.html' title='right, here we go....'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736969.post-113867979105949564</id><published>2006-01-30T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:56:31.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll delete this later</title><content type='html'>For now I simply want to post something because I can, and so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blogs eh? Opinions for everyone! Let's rant about something! Anything! As long as someone *might* read it.... cool huh? ohhhhhhh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice inside my head: "What? Rant about something? ok! That's cool! I can do that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the subject of this discussion with myself: Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are kinda dumb sometimes.  Yeah, all the girls are saying it, but why? Why, you ask? Because we're past those days of "Girls are so complicated" and we've reached "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've got a handle on this, don't tell me I don't understand because I DO! Yes! I understand the workings of the female mind, and I'm going to attempt to tell you how YOU function. Becausee i get it! Yeah,  I've got this shit down...." and yet, they still don't have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boys, I know this has been done before, but because I really enjoy a good list, I'm going to make one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21736969-113867979105949564?l=meghansays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/feeds/113867979105949564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21736969&amp;postID=113867979105949564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113867979105949564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21736969/posts/default/113867979105949564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meghansays.blogspot.com/2006/01/ill-delete-this-later.html' title='I&apos;ll delete this later'/><author><name>meghan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jjdEiQkmwOo/R2dW9VbtVSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GDc3-HCN26g/S220/IMG_0345.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
