I know that the best way to be a better writer is to write, even on days when I have nothing to say.
I have nothing to say today.
And I doubt you want to read about the snooze button, hit 7 times.
Or about my trip to the bank where I had to trust a stranger with $100 cash, to be deposited later.
Or about how in most classes I hate the kids who talk a lot, but in my creative writing class I'm that kid.
Or about lunch in the MOA, and Stephen hating mayo and me getting to eat the rest of his mayo laced sandwich.
Or about Art History, and the patrons who paid to be worshiped, and how I wondered if that's an option still available because I might be interested?
Or about the parking attendant who told me I can't park in the faculty parking, only to sneak past him and park there and drive away ticket-free. Hehe. Sucka.
Or about my history of print homework (I don't want to read about that either).
Yeah, not my best.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
cousins
I remember hearing that the body craves foods it needs. But I don't understand how my body could possibly need a spicy chicken combo.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
just fakin and frontin
Remember the duel between Merlin and Mad Madame Mim in The Sword and the Stone? Merlin ultimately wins by transforming himself into a virus and infecting Mim. Mim is then green and covered in purple spots, lying in bed with a thermometer in her mouth. Yesterday I woke up looking just like that. And I couldn't remember any recent duels with Wizards so I panicked. And googling "rash and flu symptoms" led me to believe I was soon to die from spinal menangitis or lyme disease. An emotional breakdown and few hours later, a nurse stuck a large needle in my bum to get rid of the strep virus that was making me grouchy and splotchy, neither of which is very becoming. I don't mind shots as long as I don't have to think about what's going on. But this nurse wasn't about to let this happen. During the seemingly 2 minutes it took to inject the antidote she kept making comments like "Yeah, this is a rough one. The consistency of Elmer's glue. You're lucky we warmed it up for you." Delightful.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Cheerleader
Why having the flu is maybe a good thing:
*I'm overcoming my fear of death. On the average, healthy day, I'm rarely fond of the idea of dying. But lately at that very first moment of awareness in the morning when the effects of nyquil have worn off, I've thought "I've had a good run. Maybe it's time to go."
*The extreme temperature swings are almost like a sauna. And it's such a delightful surprise, profusely sweating in the dead of winter. Man, I am so lucky.
*Hallucinogenic dreams without hallucinogenics.
*My Tylenol consumption is keeping the medical economy on solid ground.
*Class? Psh. It's not like I'm trying to graduate or anything.
*I'm taking advantage of culturally enriching experiences that I would otherwise be too busy for. Like; The E True Hollywood Story- Angelina Jolie, What Not to Wear, and Mars Attacks.
*The way in which I speak is no longer boring and coherent, but instead ambiguous, and if I may so so myself, poetic. "Sleep, I have more fondue."
*I'm overcoming my fear of death. On the average, healthy day, I'm rarely fond of the idea of dying. But lately at that very first moment of awareness in the morning when the effects of nyquil have worn off, I've thought "I've had a good run. Maybe it's time to go."
*The extreme temperature swings are almost like a sauna. And it's such a delightful surprise, profusely sweating in the dead of winter. Man, I am so lucky.
*Hallucinogenic dreams without hallucinogenics.
*My Tylenol consumption is keeping the medical economy on solid ground.
*Class? Psh. It's not like I'm trying to graduate or anything.
*I'm taking advantage of culturally enriching experiences that I would otherwise be too busy for. Like; The E True Hollywood Story- Angelina Jolie, What Not to Wear, and Mars Attacks.
*The way in which I speak is no longer boring and coherent, but instead ambiguous, and if I may so so myself, poetic. "Sleep, I have more fondue."
Saturday, January 2, 2010
dig this grave, darling

I woke up at the crack of dawn (9:00) because I have to submit a bio. My own bio. Written in 3rd person. Uh huh. I'm having a hard time coming up with much. "Meg Morley enjoys a stiff diet coke on the rocks." "Meg Morley almost beat the first Mario world last week." "Meg Morley breaks into a sweat when asked about her future plans." "Meg Morley backwards is Gem Yelrom, which she wishes was acceptable to demand of other people to call her, because come on. Gem Yelrom." "Meg Morley, when given the choice between accomplishing a real task or writing a blog, will, without exception, write a blog." "Meg Morley spent a significant amount of time watching this over her winter break.""Meg Morley rarely makes it through an entire movie without having to use the restroom at least once, and wonders if it's more mental than physiological, but problematic regardless. She would stop drinking so much water but fears dehydration, a condition widely underestimated in today's medical community, and if ignored long enough inevitably leads to death." I think I like that last one.
Friday, January 1, 2010
He asked for 13 and they gave him 31
Febreze is the official air freshener of the NFL, which I guess works because I can't think of anything that smells better than professional football.
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