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Tuesday, June 20th, 2006
9:44 pm
Is the first thing you noticed about me when you met me my rack?


Because lots of people are saying yes.



And that saddens me.

(2 -This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Saturday, June 10th, 2006
12:51 pm
MY EARS FUCKING HURT.

(This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Sunday, May 14th, 2006
10:24 pm
Dear Mr. Stec-

You know... for a little while, I thought you were a pretty nice guy. And then, you gave me this goddamn world religions packet. Now, you have shot your reputation to shit. I officially hate you. I really wish that you would stop existing, so I wouldn't have to do this packet. Because there is a lot to it. And its due in less than 12 hours. And if I were to stay up all night, and work until my fingers just fell off... I still would not have completed it. So, this is me throwing in the metaphorical towel. I plan on finishing it... just not by tomorrow... and I plan on doing it well... just... not by tomorrow. So if you expect me, or even the majority of your seventh block class, to have this completed by tomorrow afternoon, you are even more insane than I originally predicted. I am quite the World Cultures success, if I do say so myself, and if I can't do it, and Brianna can barely do it (she is a history genius), then there is no way that the rest of our class will. So... good luck with all that... I just hope you know you are setting yourself up for large, painful let-down. Because we cannot be trusted with do-dates, or requirements, we are nothing but highschool students. We are by no means overachievers... we are simply willing to do enough to just barely keep us afloat. And at this point... even that is difficult. So, I would love to say thanks for the challenge... but I wouldn't mean it.



Not so sincerely-
Meghan

(This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Thursday, March 23rd, 2006
2:33 pm - We sure are in for a show tonight.
LIVEJOURNAL FUCKING BLOWS.

(This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Friday, March 3rd, 2006
4:08 pm
I always write really long journal entries. And then decide I really don't feel like posting those. So I delete them. And then... I don't update for like a month.

(This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
6:15 pm - If you talk, you'd better walk, you better back your shit up.
I FUCKING HATE MYSELF. I SUCK AT LIFE. I HAVE A SHITLOAD OF WORK DUE FOR MR. STEC TOMORROW. AND I GRABBED MY CHEMISTRY FOLDER INSTEAD OF MY HISTORY FOLDER. I HAVE NOTHING WITH ME. I AM NEVER GOING TO HAVE TIME TO FINISH. I AM SO FUCKED, I COULD JUST CRY. WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH ME? WHY WOULD I EVER GET 2 BLUE FOLDERS? AM I AN IDIOT?





WHYYYYYYYYY!!!????

(2 -This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Saturday, February 4th, 2006
1:39 pm - Im burning and Im black in my lungs boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue
I hate my new classes. I hate gym. I hate science. I hate history. And I hate my SRE. I hate that its going to get really hot, really soon, and that all of my classes are going to be on fire.




I hate school. Period. End of story.





edit:: The reason my subject has no punctuation is because the only way to make it fit and to make it italic was to spare a few commas and apostrophes. Sorry.

(This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Sunday, January 22nd, 2006
7:23 pm
Time to post some lyrics, because I haven't in a minute. So here's some Lit.




Look around and see who's watching,
what do they think?
You're such a happening player.
I don't do this for myself, for my enjoyment...
I only want to impress you.

You're so amazing to me...
how you know everything and
you're just so cool... it makes me sick.

You give me ammunition,
you are my gasoline.
I hope you stick around because
you kill me,
you fuel me.

Tell me what I need to do.
I'll change just for you.
I'm just a stupid whore...
I don't even listen to this kind of music.
I only want to be famous.
You're so fun to be with,
and someone to be seen with.
I'm no one when you're not around.

(1 -This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Saturday, January 21st, 2006
2:51 pm
I am at one of those points where I am so tired of my life. I just want a big, drastic change... before I flip my shit and jump out of a window.

(This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Thursday, January 12th, 2006
9:04 pm - Remember, your innocence set fire to December.
I cannot wait until I move out. And can do whatever I want whenever I want. And life will be good.

(This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Friday, January 6th, 2006
11:01 pm - Believer, you'll leave her, in leaving them all.
First of all. If I don't stop coughing soon... I'm going to cut my neck out of my body. It will be shoulders, then straight to the head, no neck. That way, I won't have a throat. And that way, it won't be sore.



Second of all. I am quite bored. I have nothing to do tomorrow during the day. Unless of course two particularly awesome people decide to visit me. But if not... then I have nothing.




Third of all. THE THROAT THING. WHAT THE FUCK.

(This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Thursday, December 29th, 2005
7:34 pm
OH MY GOD. JUST SHOOT YOURSELF ALREADY. PUT YOURSELF OUT OF THE MISERY THAT YOU ARE SO OBVIOUSLY IN.




You annoy the shit out of me.

(4 -This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Friday, December 23rd, 2005
9:23 pm
Dear church-



I know that you're nice, and I'm sure you're very fun at times. But I really don't want to go to you tomorrow. You are boring, and there are many other things I could be doing. You make me tired.



Sincerely,
Meghan

(1 -This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Wednesday, December 21st, 2005
6:12 pm - Distance makes the heart grow still. Abuse the hunt, confuse the kill. I know, I know.
I miss him.






I hate myself for it.

(This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Friday, December 16th, 2005
3:04 pm - Yeah it's over, you can bet in mid-October that I'll still be ranting bout most early May.
I hate that it isn't Christmas yet. I hate projects, and responsibilities. I just want some goddamn Christmas break. What the hell, guys?




And I said, "I don't understand why I'm fumbling after."
You're the reason I cannot forget this season,
Or the letter when you first referred to it.

(1 -This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Sunday, December 4th, 2005
9:15 pm - The words you scribbled on the walls, the loss of friends you didn't have.
I love my friends. I love hitting on Erin from across the Deb, and watching Emily hump things in public. And walking around with our hands in eachothers back pockets. Life is good.




I. Love. My. Friends.

(5 -This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Friday, November 11th, 2005
7:15 pm - I've got arrogance down to science.
Hey, guys. Guess what. I got fired. Would you like to know why? Apparently, I get sick too much.



Her exact words were, "We hope you feel better, but we can't have somebody who gets sick so frequently. It's just unreliable and won't work."



Well, shit. I'm sorry. Next time, I'll schedule my black-outs and strep throat at a more convenient time for Heavenly Ham.



I wanted to quit anyway, but this was really crappy.



I guess I should write "shitty immune system" on all my job applications from here on out.

(4 -This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Thursday, November 3rd, 2005
9:35 pm - Hello, my name is distance. And I don't care if I never wake up again.
I love you, Golden Dawn. I love you, Pam and Doyle. I love you, Pam's car, with a million little imperfections. I love you, waitresses, that bring coffee without even being asked. I love you, old school From Autumn to Ashes. I love you, tiny airplane-sized bathrooms.



But, above all else about tonight. I love Rich. And I love that I know how mad he is. And I know how mad I am. And we can still look eachother in the eye and smile.


I really do love that.

(This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Monday, October 31st, 2005
4:49 pm
Had a busy weekend, which turned into a bad weekend, and a sad weekend. Broke up with Rich. I didn't expect it to last, but apparently... he is making it last.



I passed out today in Ceramics. I blacked out and woke up on the floor, and they put me in a damn wheelchair. Which was the crappiest part.


VERY VERY SAD, SCARED PANDA.

(1 -This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

Wednesday, October 26th, 2005
9:16 pm - I'm about to say something that I thought I'd never say
Ok. So, due to Meghan's lack of creativity this year, for Halloween, I am going to



wear nothing but black. Fake eyelashes, fishnet stockings, far too much black eyeshadow.



I'm absolutely positive that some of you want to join me in my un-creative tribute to gothic kids everywhere.



Get back to me.

(3 -This is Jack's smirking revenge.)

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