Random and Incoherent Thoughts

Interesting temperature readings within a 2 hour span.

6:00 am: 98.6
6:30 am: 100.3
7:00 am: 99.6
7:30 am: 98.7
8:00 am: 99.9

I mentally can't do school anymore, shit, I mentally can't do calc anymore. My brain hurts.


On a different note: I don't know what is more annoying: mosquitoes or mosquito repellent. I say this because mosquitoes LOVE biting me. For instance if I go outside with shorts and a t-shirt (without repellent) for a good, ohhh 5 minutes I will most likely end up with about 10 bites. During the daytime its not as bad, but once the evening hits (like 4pm and after) its hell. Now, I do have bug repellant (the OFF! brand to be specific, although I think it really is the only big name bug spray on the market...)

Anyyywaayyy so I basically bathe in OFF! before going outside.

Back to the story--I went outside to play badminton with Mumsy and douse myself in OFF! and we're outside for about 20 minutes. Regardless of how much spray I put on I STILL ended up with two bites. What the fuck OFF! bugspray...seriously. Major slacking right there.

Now I am itchy.

This is how I see mosquitoes in my world:

I am more curious why there is a groundhog on the right hand side. Do they fear mosquitoes also?

This feels like deja vu of last summer.

Went to the Opeth/Enslaved show yesterday with AJ. My god do I love Opeth even more.

Currently it is 8am and I am sitting in class waiting for the teacher to show up and trying to write this with my iPhone. I am bothered. There is some Asian kid that keeps looking at me. When he does he smiles all goofy and he shakes his head in an awkward fashion. That is all.

Congrats Will on having your edit on the wiki article about Quadfest:


Lets just now hope it doesn't get fixed.

So the weekend...
I went on the IgMet field trip yesterday around nowhere Virginia and picked up a few rock samples. I think I would have enjoyed it more if I wasn't dying of the heat. Personally, I rather freeze than be burning up. I think this is why I could never live in the south. Dry heat, like in the southwest (Arizona, New Mexico, etc) I feel is more tolerable than the southeast since the south is not only hot, but also very very humid. I think I am a New England kind of person, but I do think the Northwest is really nice too.

I need to shut up about weather, and go do some hiking sometime soon.



Now to get off topic- this is relevant to my interests:

This was also brought up on the trip yesterday: how terrible Nickelback is. They make really bland songs that all sound the same and the lead singer's hair drives me crazy! Craig on the other hand said they weren't as bad as Fall Out Boy. So then came the question: What you would rather listen to: Fall Out Boy or Nickelback?
I think you know my vote on this one.

You know, people can annoy me, bother me or just completely frustrate me. However, one girl takes this to a new level and that is: spaz at the gym.
This girl comes in roughly the same time I do in the morning to use the elliptical next to me and we do the exact same program.
There is one big difference between us: I don't act like a fucking idiot on it.

First of all, she goes mad crazy on the machine. She like holds onto the bars weird and lets her legs go crazy, then she does this method of cocking her head back while running on it. Next she thinks it'd be "cool" to lip sing what she is listening to on her ipod. While it would seem like thats far enough to look a little weird, she also is a very... I'll call it "expressive" while singing. In this case she uses her arms and hand gestures to sing along as well. So while her legs are already distracting the rest of her is too.

What annoys me about all of this besides the obvious? She's right next to me...people might associate me with this crazy person. Secondly, I can constantly see her doing all of the above from the corner of my eye. Half the time I have to urge to do it along with her, hell I will throw my hands up when I hear the "Single Ladies" track on her ipod. I wonder if she'd appreciate my efforts to look like a total douche like she does.

Only in Blacksburg will it be sunny and 75 on Sunday and this morning be 21 and snowing.

(After texting about a song...)
Me: It's cool. So how've you been?
Dad: Ok.
Me: Why not awesome?
Dad: Because you aren't here.
Dad: Aren't I good at this shit?
Me: Well said sir.
Dad: Damn straight.

Pro: Got a lot of my work done before the weekend started and did well on my Bio test.
Con: I have about 2 exams plus quizzes every week till spring break.

Pro: Clark came to visit me for Valentines Day weekend.
Con: I had a nasty cold the entire time.

Pro: Took Nyquil to get rid of discomfort.
Con: Clark poked my face and pulled my ears to mess with my dreams while I was in a nyquil coma.

Pro: Nyquil helped take my symptoms away.
Con: I got so much drugged up sleep that now I am wide awake and probably will be for awhile tonight.

( So how about senior year... )

Life is awesome.

Me: I am a pansy.
Dad: That's MY gay flower.

Clark: alright
Clark: you be the 40 year old man
Clark: i will be the 13 year old girl
Clark: GO
Me: so what are you wearing
Clark: i am wearing a tshirt and some gym shorts
Me: this is already weird
Clark: no its ok man
Clark: a/s/l?
Clark: haha

Overall my day was AWESOME. Well, half and half.
Had my Mineralogy final, which was awful, but other than that I am moving out.
Woo.

And here is something weird that happened this morning:
My iPod was charging all night and was completely fine, next thing I know when I am walking out the door I noticed the screen was cracked in two and nothing was visible. My next thought was did the screen just break or did it die completely? So, in curiosity I press the play button in hopes of it playing...and what song does it play?


Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley...seriously.
I was fucking rick-rolled by my own iPod.

I'm a very happy girl.


And I guess I will expand upon this-
Clark visited this weekend.
Finally hung out in Tony's apartment.
Getting all of my work done early so the weekend and next week will be a breeze.
Going home the 20th and will be there for 10 days.
Hair is getting longer.
All in all, everything seems to be working out.

Besides that, I took a really long nap today, which means sleeping tonight won't be easy, so I figure I might just stay up the entire time. Maybe get a shit ton of work done, who knows. Need to get that mineral project out of my hair.

It begins.

My odd sleeping patterns:

When anticipating something or has high anxiety: gets little to no sleep.

When stressed out: can sleep for days.

something strange to read:
http://www.cracked.com/article_16685_5-bizarre-ways-weather-can-kill-you-without-warning.html

I've only gotten 30 minutes of sleep within the last...errr 26 hours. I felt really compelled to get a lot of my work done, which I did, however I need to stay awake till at least 9 in order to get my sleep schedule back on track. Surprisingly I only managed to get tired at 6:45ish. I was reading and doing homework for Geo. Fundamentals when I realized I lacked brain activity to keep reading since the material was worth shooting yourself over. I decided a quick nap on my book wouldn't hurt. What felt like a second later I woke up at exactly 7:13 feeling actually awake again.

It always feels weird when you have lack of sleep. You almost feel more contemplative....or crazy, same thing either way. Luckily I had people to talk to throughout the night. I had various discussions of shitty internet service to circus performers to coke and how one friend and I are both leading somewhat similar lives of being extremely reserved by choice. Along with that I had thought about friendships and all of that shit that goes along with it. Maybe this is crazy-insomniac-lack-of-sleep-meg talking, but I feel like I had opened a new realm of myself. I would describe it here, but it would take too long and I have no patience to go into pages and pages of analyzation. This is not IB English.

Okay even after reading that line it sounds like I am on something. I'm not-- just thinking, thinking WAY too much.
I think I might go home this weekend instead of the next one. My Mom has been all over my case about me coming home, plus I think I should.

I'm just getting tired and flustered.

One day I will get Photorefractive Keratectomy.

http://ssshotaru.homestead.com/files/aolertranslator.html

I used it to write this entry:
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I found this interesting and kind of cute poem online while Stumbling:

And this evil plan site...
My new Evil plan brought to you by: http://www.darksites.com/evilplan.php

Your objective is simple: World Domination.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Love (Yes, it works)

Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first seduce a superman. This will cause the world to sense a grave disturbance in the force, amazed by your arrival. Who is this threat to our children? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in a corporate suit?

Stage Two
Next, you must desecrate the internet. This will all be done from a abandoned church, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will wet their pants, as countless hordes of the religious right hasten to do your every bidding.

Stage Three
Finally, you must let loose your needlessly big weather machine, bringing about something that's really metal. Your name shall become synonymous with the spice girls, and no man will ever again dare refuse to be your prom date. Everyone will bow before your dashing good looks, and the world will have no choice but to worship the ground you walk on.

Once again the basement has flooded back home. The new carpet that was just put in has to be torn up again. My Mom had mentioned she is considering selling the house. However, if she knows any better it'd be a terrible idea since right now its a buyer's market-she wouldn't get what the house is worth. Until anything is actually fixed she vowed the basement won't be carpeted for the next 2 years. My basement will be lame again.

And I am addicted to the Black Keys again. Sooo good.

Poor Carol.

Here is dream I just had, hot off the mind press.

It started at someone's mansion. It was dark outside. I was by the pool and there was a raging party all around me, however, I felt a weird drive and compulsion lurking through my veins. Suddenly someone screams from one of the balconies that someone has been murdered and everyone goes into a state of panic. Two girls whom I've never seen before come up to me in all black freaking out, "Meg, what are you doing sitting there, blowing our cover?" To my surprise I too was dressed in black and then realized we had to get out of there. Luckily since everyone was panicking it was easy to sneak back into the house in hopes of stealing one of the cars outside as a getaway. They bolt through the front door, but it slams on me once I get there and I can't seem to turn the knob. Some woman comes out from the shadows, she actually looked like Palin holding a ton of babies (potential VPs like babies?) and tells me there is a code for the door. Not caring about this code I start kicking the door till it flies open and I head out of there, with Palin behind me screaming her head off.

Outside my accomplices found a car, from the looks of it it was small, but when you got inside there was a nicely decorated room? Anyways, whoever was driving sucked, we flew here and there against the walls of the car and then we had crashed, or I assume so since there was a blackout and the next thing I know I am outside of the car and it was morning. I was lying in the street somewhere in a city and the next thing in my mind was to run. While tripping over sidewalk debris I see Angie sitting on a bench and grab her by the shoulders:
Me: I killed someone and I don't know what to do.
Angie: You need underwear to cover your face, it will hide you during the day. You also need to find pizzas: they are good for covering up bodies.
Me:...what? WHAT. Giraffes. (I clearly remember saying giraffes. Not sure why, maybe it was some new slang in dream land.)

I keep running. I see a lingerie shop and I run in shouting "I NEED SOME PANTIES"...and then I see her. There is some girl in a few of my geology classes who strikes me as just plain weird and spacey. I ask her for underwear and she just gets confused of what they are...HOW CAN YOU BE CONFUSED OF WHAT THEY ARE IF YOU WORK IN A LINGERIE SHOP. Regardless of mere stupidity, I take whatever underwear thats in my grasp and leave, but I guess before leaving I kill her since I notice she is on the ground bleeding.
This makes me freak out. Then my mind remembers: I need pizza to cover up the bodies I leave. I put a pair of underwear on my head as Angie has said and go into the pizza shop around the corner. Its a run down pizza shop of all things, flies everywhere with a grotesque smell. I go up to the counter and see Clark is working.
Me: I need a lot of pizzas...ASAP.
Clark: Meg, you're wearing underwear on your head.
Me: WHAT? These were supposed to hide me from public.
Clark: You're not wearing them right. Thats why.
Me: Of course...anyways, I need a shit ton of pizzas, I've done some bad things.
Clark: Heroin?
Me: No, I've killed people.
Clark: Are you sure it's not heroin, you crazy.
Me: ITS NOT HEROIN, ITS CRACK, NOW GIVE ME SOME PIZZA.

Clark refuses so I pop over the counter and steal the pizzas behind him, leaving a trail in hopes of him slipping if he tried to follow me. However, I felt like I had forgotten something and came back and slipped on a slice.

That's when I woke up. My klutziness ruined my epic murder story.

I feel as if I am stuck in a contemplative state. I am over analyzing the things around me and I am evaluating current conditions down to every detail. Already I have disrupted my sleep pattern and I'm already tired of a few of my classes aka Math 1206 (I already had to deal with this bullshit!). I hate shitty NOVA professors who only take the job to get more money. I wasted my summer! Regardless...am I stressed already? Potentially--but I'm trying not to let it get the best of me. I pretty much live for my 3 day weekends.
Overall, when looking past everything, I feel oddly satisfied?

And regardless of that...
PONCHOS

"One spot of fucking green"

I think I want to paint something this week. I am feeling inspired.

The internet right now is a bit iffy and hopefully this posts.
Classes so far have been interesting, I mostly have geology courses and I tend to see the same people over and over and it's not too bad. Only problem is I have a 3 hour gap on Mondays and Tuesdays and since I am too lazy to go home I end up reading in Torg Bridge. Lately my selection has been Tucker Max, which is probably a bad idea to read in public since certain things make me want to burst out laughing. However, in the event that happens I think I'd be labeled as a "crazy" by the other people around me doing work or discretely browsing facebook.
Anyways, belly dancing starts up again tomorrow! I'm pretty psyched about it-I just love being awkwardly sexy, obviously.

This week has been one of the craziest weeks ever! I love it.
And I love having the random crazy nights again.

Frank Sinatra is an oldschool man of lovely words.

Soul Calibur IV came out Tuesday and I realize I need to get it. However my problem is I still seem to be stuck playing games I got years ago...i.e Oblivion. However, I'm mostly playing that again, along with other older games I had played, because I need to boost my gamer score on the 360. It used to be high when I played on my Dad's "shared" 360, but once I got my own I realized I'd have to redo everything again. Afterwards I can shift the focus on finished GTA IV, make some progression on Halo 3 and probably end up getting and playing around with SC IV.

Now that I've purged that out of my system, lately things have been quite hectic all around me. I feel bad for a few of my friends, I feel terrible for my roommate, and things are not going the way they seem.

Things for everyone will improve.

2 more weeks.

These last few days have been pretty good. Hung out with Joyce for some odd hours last night and then today I got to see Amy for a bit! It makes me excited to move back down to the boonies of Virginia.

August 15th=sweet.

hella fucking balls to the wall awesome.


Tonight I pack up and leave for Massachusetts and will return early Sunday morning.
Text me :D

It's gone again.
Shitty picture, but I need a new camera so...deal with it.

The Iceberg theory--a writing technique developed by Ernest Hemingway.
"If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about he may omit things that will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water. A good writer does not need to reveal every detail of a character or action."

In Hemingway's stories he omits many things in order to leave interpretation for the reader. This is probably why he is one of my favorite writers, while others despise him. People love details--they tend to get greedy when wanting to know information. However, how can a reader be creative in their own mind when getting full facts? They can't interpret a story to their beliefs, but rather are usually told what to assume is going on.

Yes, my point is I tend to make these posts a little vague at times, but what fun would it be if I wrote everything I did everyday, day to day, in extreme detail? Everyone would be bored.

In reference to the previous vague post, while still being vague, I'm stupid for putting myself through thoughts that cause me stress and anxiety.

You know what is really awesome though? Flowers. I strolled outside today and noticed how colorful everything was. I smiled. Flowers are gorgeous.

Hahaha, I'm stupid.

They tried to make me go to rehab and I said no, no, no.



Only Joyce would understand why those lyrics are so perfect at a time like this.

Had class today, realizing I'm hating calculus more and more ( the teacher pretty much made fun of the way I happen to write t's in front of everyone). Later I went to Fairoaks with Nick for no real purpose but to walk around. We played in the Mac store on the computers for kids a majority of the time. I Spy to be specific. Then Nick counted around 5 guys who blatantly stared at me, I told him to consider they might be gay and looking at him. Who knows!



[EDIT]
By the way...LOL:

The movie Death Note yesterday, while not correlating with the manga or tv series correctly, was still good, however, when they showed text it was in Japanese so I kind of missed the relevance of it to the certain spots in the movie. Also, it being dubbed was kind of a downer-I wanted some subtitles. The crowd who showed up to see were amusing all in their own way. I felt like I was seeing it with a ton of Hot Topic posers or people who belong at anime conventions (minus Joyce). When certain actors in the movie also came up some girls went wild, and I in return, laughed at them.

+3252345 for ego booster.

Will: we need a tag team name
Will: and it needs to be baaad ass
Me: hm
Me: Wiieg
Me: hahaha
Will: uuuum
Me: combining names doesn't do us justice
Will: it needs to strike fear into five year olds
Will: like
Will: god I don't know
Will: I just saw Fred Durst on House


NOVA was awesome mostly because I discovered James Lee is in my class. Afterwards went to the Giant to buy hot&crispy rolls and only to return to my house with no power. I decided to hula hoop in the foyer for some old fashioned entertainment.

I am watching this program about Rome and how lead poisoning drove the aristocrats and rulers completely mad. It was also a factor in the fall of the roman empire. It's totally awesome. I love the science channel!

I want to buy Rosetta Stone.

When my Mom is home by herself, the simplest tasks seem so complicated. Now while I'm not at home to help her through, she has to call me about the most random things.

Mom: Meg the TV isn't working
Me: What's wrong with it?
Mom: When I click the button on the remote to change the channel nothing happens!
Me:...Then change the battery in the remote, it's probably dead.
Mom: Oh my goodness this TV must be broken I need to call your Father...
Me: CHANGE THE FRICKEN BATTERY IN THE REMOTE.
Mom: It's not the remote it's the TV, I knew something was wrong with it. Shit.

[Calls back after battery attempt]

Mom: Meg! The TV is working now, I changed the battery in the remote.
Me: [Smacks forehead] Good job.

[Calls back few minutes later]

Mom: My phone is stuck in camera mode!
Me: Then how are you talking to me?
Mom:...I don't know.

Answer this question whether you have an LJ or not (comment as anonymous).

Do soul mates exist ?

Was tagged by Ian to do this awhile ago.

1.) your name/username
2.) left- or right-handed?
3.) letters you like to write?
4.) letters you don't like to write?
5.) write "the quick red fox jumps over the lazy brown dog."
6.) tag six people whose handwriting you'd like to see.

A humorous convo that few would understand:


Plus, who wants to live in Ohio?

His voice just makes me MELT.
Thank you Across The Universe.

I went to bed last night at 10:30 since I studied for an exam a bit and decided to wake up early and do some more. Unfortunately, I woke up this morning at 3:30 wide awake, however, I took the opportunity to continue studying from the night before since if I'm up why not?
While paging through my lab book I got annoyed with the TV and flipped to a random channel and immediately a commercial caught my eye- an awkward, quirky Skittles commercial.
This was no regular Skittle commercial though...they were for CHOCOLATE Skittles. Somehow I am outraged by this. M&Ms are supposed to be the fun small round chocolatey snack while Skittles take on the fruit appeal...but chocolate Skittles? Just no.

So while I was in China I watched Fox News a lot and noticed the reporter Shepard Smith reminded me of Bret Michaels...here is why:
Shepard Smith in natural form:

now with some hair

BRET:

Just to show how Americans have gotten lazier, Monopoly has now released a game board equipped with an electronic banking system. Looks like no one can take the cash anymore. Sad.

For he is Zombie: Okay Elliot this is what you do... just find the equivilant to JD.
I like how my life is now a Scrubs reference.

You are a very emotional and sensitive individual. Your life and love of life is dominated by your emotions - you have great feeling towards your fellow man and you are always full of enthusiasm but be careful, you tend to let your heart rule your head and this being so, you could be easily hurt - as perhaps you may have indeed been hurt in the past.

You want to be regarded as an exiting and interesting personality able to persuade others to comply with your beliefs and ideas. You are charming and able to influence other people who come into your sphere of influence. You like mental stimulation and you are the sort of person who is prepared to 'try anything once'. Your confidence is so much so that others are often swept away by your enthusiasm.

Rejection is what you fear the most and it is this fear that makes you unapproachable. You are looking for acknowledgement and above all looking for people who can appreciate you for who and what you are.

You know what you want and you are very dogmatic and demanding - especially in your emotional demands. You have specific ideas and beliefs and if these beliefs are not realised you can become extremely frustrated. You may not be that perfect but you are looking for perfection with the perfect partner.

You are frustrated and stressed. You appreciate the finer things in life but at all times you appear to stay aloof, critical of everything and everyone about you. You will not be carried away by your emotions and you refuse to trust anyone or any situation unless genuineness and integrity can be absolutely vouched for. Therefore, you keep a strict and watchful control on your feelings as you must know exactly where you stand at all times. You demand complete sincerity as a protection against your own tendency to be too trusting.


Apparently I'm just all around controlled by my emotional status.

Try it out for yourself
http://www.paulgoldin.com/colorgenics.htm

haha yes!