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Name: Meghan
Country: Myanmar
Birthday: 6/30/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Hanging out in bookstores and riding my horse
Expertise: hahaha, wouldn't you like to know..........
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/2/2003
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| I have been so busy with school that I almost forgot I had this journal thingy! But some exciting things have happened that prompted me to get online and share the excitement.
Last Saturday night, my buddies and I took some time to celebrate life on our last weekend together until the next school year with a couple of,um ... beverages (we are always very responsible!). Everyone was feeling happy when Shannon (NOT little Shannon, ewww) and I decided that "tonite was the night to take revenge." Let me explain; Last quarter, the boys from the first floor literally DEMOLISHED our hall. They sauntered up here at 4am one morning, bent on destruction. I woke to the heavy pounding of chairs being thrown against our lounge wall, the crashing of glass from the window in the door leading to the lounge, and the shattering of our kitchen paper towel dispenser. Rushing out of bed, I found holes in the wall, broken glass, and, worst of all, my homework scattered across the floor mixed with the papers of other unfortunate victims. Our bathroom was also a disaster, with the shower curtains stuffed into the toilets and a fresh batch of vomit covering the floor. Now, to say the least, we all were a bit peeved. Revenge was always an option, but no one had been brave enough to face the possible consequences ... until Shannon and I picked up some glow in the dark chalk and hideously pink lipstick and made our way stealthily (well, as best we could in our tipsy state) to the first floor lounge. REVENGE WAS TAKEN! We were not destructive, but left encouraging notes (such as "First floor boys are trisexuals") that glowed white in the dark and stark pink in the light. Muuahahahhahaha! Although the third floor (that's us) was suspected, #1:No one could prove it, and #2:No one would ever guess the honors girls (Shannon and myself) were the guilty culprits!
The other exciting occurrence this week just happened an hour ago. Rumors had been circulating all day that a food fight would be waged in our dining commons at 6pm. Like any sane person, I thought it would be all talk, but we went to dinner about 5:30, just in case. By the time we sat down with our food, the cafeteria was crammed with more people than I have ever seen in that enclosed space. People were actually sitting outside waiting to get in or just looking through the windows, hoping something would happen. Two cops were circulating, asking people who sat with finished plates to leave. There was a tense moment when a guy tripped, spilling his food and smashing his dishes all over the floor. Someone cheered and then the hall erupted in applause. I smiled, thinking "Well, it wasn't as big as it could have been, but it was entertaining." A minute later an official looking guy announced that people needed to leave if they were finished because it was a fire hazard to have so many people in the building. It was at this moment that I caught movement out of the corner of my eye: the kid two seats away had tossed his napkin in the direction of the speaker and police officers. Cafeteria workers began to converge on his location, but with a grin he leapt to his feet and shot like a bullet out the fire exit, setting off the alarm. The dining commons literally EXPLODED! Food flew from every direction imaginable as shouts and cheers drowned out the fire alarm. Those outside banged on the windows in encouragement. If anyone has ever seen a food fight in a movie and wondered "Is it really that crazy?", I can guarantee you IT IS! I just hope that first guy who had the guts to launch his napkin got away. ;) | | |
| I just spent the past 2 and 1/2 hours re-creating the huge, due-tomorrow, end-of-the-quarter, 30%-of-my-grade presentation that WAS completely perfect and finished this morning. My computer, in a last ditch attempt to win the war we have been waging against eachother all year,decided to eat my beautiful presentation and up-chuck the wreakage in the form of "errortype:3" window boxes. Even my genius Dad had to acknowledge my computer's victory when I called him up, tears in my eyes. Although I have pulled another presentation out of my ass, it can never be as brilliant as that first composition. Let us hold a moment of silence for all hours of labor rendered useless by the incompetence (or wrath?) of advancing technology.
Who else is ready for school to be OVER!?!?! | | |
| So when I decided to come to Santa Barbara, I was expecting warm, sunny beaches and hot boys. In case anyone wants to know, we DO NOT have either of those things in SB! It is misty and overcast outside (and freezing!I am thinking Lauren and I should switch climates), and I have already seen fez boy twice today (ask Stacey, she knows about him).
Needless to say, I am ready to go home to sunny San Diego for the summer and spend some quality time with my 3 best friends, who recently informed me of their lesbian tendencies. I still love you guys, just not in that way 
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| Ok, everyone seems to have these online journal things, so I thought I would give i try! | | |
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