Sometimes I think I'm turning into a mermaid.

I forget what time I started my break!

2009-01-26T15:28:00.002-05:00

I've had a long day.
My mom had heart surgery this morning to remove a recorder they had implanted into her chest about two years ago. She went in at 6:45am. I didn't even fall asleep last night until five. I made muffins at around four and brought them to work. My team was overjoyed.
I got a call around 1230 to say that my mom was okay. I was so relieved. I knew the surgery wasn't too serious, but still. Everytime I know she goes to the hospital I get really anxious.
I'm so thankful she's alright.

I barely write in here anymore. I have to get back in the groooooove.

Call centers...

2008-12-29T14:52:00.002-05:00

Are the bane of my existance. I hate them.

Maybe because I work in one.

cody read this thing

2008-12-21T02:51:00.002-05:00

I am most definitely tripping right now.
Seeing the things t ype pop up on this cr==screen are crazy
is crazy
i'm not editing this.
everyeone in while i'll make s an error and backspace
but tahts because i do it right then, you know
i dont proofread. im not proofreading.

i have energy.
i have lightnin in this bottle
blue green red lightning.
my arms are light.
the energy is weghing down my arm
i need to play.

i wish
if i broek this bottle oe\pen
i want the energy to fill my room
the lightning
the colours
i want to see it and touch it

this music is going with everything.

xxx

i washed my hands
my face melted
if i rn my hndS WHOA THERE CAPSOCK
if i ran my hands er my face i could pull it offf
i can see why some people may have bad trips
mmy hands are disconnected
theyre just typing whatever they feel like
i have energy in my lap.

whoa therrrrrre
whoooooooooooooooa.
i haveno horse.
hahaha
this is not gonna make sense tomorrow
none at alllllll
theres a polar bear in my energy lamp

i have a soft face.
i can play symphonies.

i feel music.

what if this bottle of lightning was your penis
haha
oh gosh
bad pornos.
look at my haaaaaaaands.

the ceiling dances.
i can see the blood moving through my veins.
i can feel mylungs. i feel myself breathing.

just breath.
close your eyes..... and breath.
this is not the song.
this is life.
haha. my eyes are closed.
type type type.
merry christmas.

my room is not as big as i hadthough

do you think blind people take mushrooms
holy crap.

do not lick the lightning bottle.
it is a bad idea.

lag confuses my trip.
is it because i am shrooming
or is window messing up

he$he

oh dear.

my ahir is nice.
hair

i can not describe how amazing this lightning is.
lightning in a bottle.
what a tripper's concept.

what if penguins
had lightning bottle tummys.

can you feel yourself breahte
i ambeing ataken over.

now ik now hy people listen to trance music.

i am trying to convince myself
it is adream
a coma a

what is that feel\\\ing on my leg

i talked to brandon
and cody called
and then i couldnt hear brandon
i thought he was gone
but he saaaaaaaaaiiiid
he was still there, talking
BUM BUM BUM
hey have you e ver seen tahat moveie about the monster
under y our bed

THERS A VAGINA IN MY CLOSET
...
that is wrong.
that is not what i was going foooooooor.

this music is forever.

gnomes.

Can you imagine if I popped out a baby?

2008-12-12T09:13:00.006-05:00

The day after I graduated, my boyfriend proposed to me. I was seventeen. He was twenty two, in the army, and going to Japan. I was incredulous. I said no. Shenanigans occurred. We split up. About a year ago, he IMed me in order to yell at me about harassing his new girlfriend. I wasn't aware I was doing such thing, and after about thirty minutes of him freaking out he realized it wasn't me. He said something about how he hopes I die, and that was the last time I talked him.

My grandma bought him up a couple days ago, asking how he was. I had no idea. To be honest, I kind of forgot about him. I hadn't thought about him in ages. I found his myspace and (like a total creeper) checked out his photos. It turns out he got married in June, and his new eighteen year old girlfriend is pregnant. It weirded me out. Not because I was upset or anything, just because that could have been me.

If I had ignored my senses, went with my silly seventeen year old concept of "true love" and thrown caution and family to the wind, I'd be in Japan. I'd probably have already popped out a baby, and very well may have been pregnant for a second time. I wouldn't have known anybody over there, and there's no way I could have got a job. I don't speak Japanese, you guys (little known fact?). I would be barefoot, with babies, stuck in my army base house. I don't really know why I'd be barefoot, but it fit well.

I'm just so amazed at this concept of how different my life could have been. I'm glad I made the decision that I did. Truly happy. I may have been heart-broken, self-hating, and slightly retarded after I declined his request... but it worked out for the best.

On the flip side, if I were on an army base in Japan... I'd have a lot of weapons for the zombie apocalypse.

Belleleeehehrrhggj

2008-12-08T10:51:00.002-05:00

I was going to make this an actual blog entry about how I need to get out more and stop being such a hermit. But that's pretty boring.

So instead, I found this picture and decided to put it up.

It's much better than my self-analyzing.

Things I Think About as I Stand in the Dark and Wait for the Bus.

2008-12-01T17:26:00.003-05:00

I am insane. I'd like to preface with that, just in case you weren't aware and are for some reason aghast at my thoughts.

Pyramid Head.

Even if you never played the video games and saw the really erie sequence wear he's molesting a nurse-You must have seen the movie. At night, the evil comes. The church rings a bell to signal the town's impending doom (and to say OMG COME BACK INSIDE.) Too late? Well, Pyramid head waltzes up and RIPS YOUR SKIN OFF YOUR BODY.

Kryll

Gears of War (the first one). COME ON YOU GUYS. They come out at night, eat you to bits. It's only in the light that you are safe.

Well guess what, everybody. THERE IS NO LIGHT AT MY BUS STOP. I AM GOING TO DIE.

Oh, look at that. It's five thirty. Time to go outside. In the dark.=[

I have a stye on my eye (how 'bout some pie, little guy?)

2008-11-25T13:18:00.002-05:00

I hate saying that. Firstly, because it rhymes way too much. Secondly, because it's grooosss and I wish I didn't.

Anyway. There's a stye on my left eyelid. It's big, pink and painful. I've been shoving warm towels on it non stop and it's finally starting to go away. The problem? Styes are filled with fluid.

Which means the fluid is leaking out.

On my eye.

EWWWWWWWW.

In other news, I'm turning my team's row into Whoville for Christmas. I'm pretty sure it'll look exactly like this:

Rally Against H8: Where's Waldo? (The Daniel Edition)

2008-11-18T15:16:00.005-05:00

BONUS: I am in one of these pictures. CHOOSE WISELY.

This is not Daniel. But look at my sweet hippo bag off to the left. Actually, that's Daniel's leg to the far left, so nyah.

Happy happy happy.

2008-11-17T10:41:00.005-05:00

Yesterday was STUPENDOUS! Daniel and I hopped on the bus to Allentown, where we stood on the corner with many a cool people (and sold our bodies for money.. er...) and held up sweet signs showing our support of appealing Prop 8 in California. You may say, "BUT MEGAN PROP 8 IS IN CALIFORNIA AND YOU ARE IN PENNSYLVANIA AND YOU ARE NOT A LESBIAN WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE?!?!?!?!?!?!" And I shall say, "You're dumb." Actually, I'd probably scrunch up my nose and frown, then explain things to you in a very sad/calm manner.
I'm excited to see the pictures from the event. They aren't up yet, and it's making me all antsy. Antsy paaaants. Side story: when my mom was little, she sat on an ant hill and they got all up in her dra'aws. (DRAWERS, YOU GUYS. You know that Nick Cannon song? GIGOLO. He totally says daw'aws in it. GIVE IT A LISTEN.) My grandma set her in the bathtub and washed them all down the drraaain.
Anyway. During the rally, I befriended a swell girl named Lauren. She offered to give Daniel and I a ride home, which I definitely accepted. We went over to the Church that was funding the event and got some coffee before we left. FUN TIMES. FUN TIMES INDEED.
Other than that, Daniel and I beat all fifty levels of Horde. YESSSS. VICTORY. ACHIEVEMENTS. In addition, I got to edit and help complete JJ's paper within ten minutes of the due time. I love doing that. LURVE IT.

Also, Brandon stood me up and I cried.
Then I called him and he didn't want to talk to me and I cried again.
BRANDON MAKES ME WEEP TEARS OF INTENSE SORROW.

Oh man, then some random drama happened? And it didn't even bother me like it used to. That made me happy.

Rally to Fight H8

2008-11-15T16:51:00.004-05:00

I've spent most of the day severely pumped about going to the rally tomorrow.

Brandon and I will get to hang out, I get to make a sweet sign, I get to march about Allentown with a bunch of people concerned about human rights... What could go wrong? ZOMBIES, YOU GUYS. If the Zombie Apocalypse hits while I'm in a huge group of people, there is NO WAY I will be able to use all of my skills to survive. Oh goodness gracious. Zombies in the rain.

JOIN THE IMPACT!

City Hall at 7th and Hamilton in Allentown.

1:00 to 3:00

Raining? We're movin' to Metropolitan Community Church

930 N. 4th Street

(Note: Join the Impact to fight for equality, not against Zombies. =] )

Goodness gracious, It's Saturday!

2008-11-15T10:08:00.003-05:00

And I look ADORABLE. I'm processing apps at work with SUPER SPEED AND ACCURACY. I'm singing along to Jack Johnson and wiggling my toes in my purple sneakers.

It's a good day, you guys. Despite it being dreary outside. I am in a stupendous mood. I think I forgot my umbrella at home, though. That's okay. I'll just dance in the rain. =]

Here, blogspot. Hold this.

2008-11-14T16:06:00.002-05:00

I am tired of colouring with markers.

2008-11-13T17:25:00.003-05:00

Let's make some crayyyoonnsss.

Every day at work, I print out three different colouring pages for the girls in my row.
Then we spend all day colouring with markers.

I AM INSANELY BORED.

2008-11-12T22:38:00.004-05:00

If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?
I would be very, very, very confused.

Last person to walk out of your life and stay out?
Uhhhm. Cole.

Do you want them back in?
Ha. No. Stay awaaaay.

Is there someone you text all the time?
Mmm... Brannnddonnn. Sometimes Cody. Mostly Brandon. Starting at seven twenty every morning.

Do you want a boyfriend/girlfriend?
Relationships cause insanity.

When was the last time you flew in a plane?
Coming back from Florida. I was so pumped. I hugged my mom for like an hour and Meagan popped out of nowhere and was all HEYSDKLGSJLK and I was all OMGGGGGGGHGG and Chris took a picture of us on his laptop and yes.

What did the last text message you sent say?
Hahaha. "THAT IS A LIE. I am well aware of how amazingly attractive you find me. Stop trying to hide your desires."

What features do you find most attractive in the preferred sex?
Eyeballs. THE EYEBALL. Oh baby, they get me all hot and bothered. I also enjoy when people laugh at my puns.

What is a goal you would like to accomplish in the near future?
School, please.

Shoe size?
Nine and a half. BACK OFF. THEY BALANCE OUT MY BOOBS.

Been to Mexico?
I have never been outside of the USA.

When is the last time you had a massage and by who?
I have never ever ever had a massage.

What was the last TV show you watched?
Oh, oh! I'm watching this show right now called Purity Ball. It's odd. It's about families who take their daughters to religious ceremonies where they shower them with love and adoration so they stay celibate until marriage. TOTALLY celibate-no kissin' or anything. It's interesting.

What are your plans for the weekend?
On Friday, I plan to sleep obscenely late before waking up to play Gears. Saturday, I am worrrrking. Sunday afternoon, Alexis and I are going to lunch!

If the person you wanted to be with most asked you to marry them TODAY what would you say?
I'm sorry, I can not.

What is in the back seat of your car right now?
I HAVE NO IDEA. I don't think anything is. I haven't been in my car since September. Kill me now please.

What were you doing at 8 am this morning?
Standing at the bus terminal talking to Bus-Brandon about how you can shove your lancer in your enemy's chest and rip it up through his head.

If you could marry any celebrity today who would it be?
Cedric Bixler-Zavala. Oh gosh.s dgklsjdgklj.

Have you ever been to a strip club?
Noooooooooooo.

What is the best ice cream flavor?
Phish Food or Caramel-Sutra

What is the last sporting event you watched?
Uhmmm. I don't watch sports. OH OH. Daniel and I went to the Iron Pigs game this summer.

Who is the last person you sent a comment/message on myspace?
I wrote a comment on Meagan's wall inquiring why she believes my job hates her. I sent a message to this crazy girl named Laura about how she shouldn't ask for a discussion on politics/racism if she doesn't want to be DOMINATED BY MY MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF SKILL AND INTELLIGENCE.

Ever go camping?
Oh gosh, I love camping. Daniel, my mom and I got lost on this mountain? FABULOUS.

What did your last text say?
"You should sleep, then."

Where is your mom right now?
Probably sleeping. I hope she's feeling well. =]

What color is your watch?
I do not have a watch. =\ OH MAN. BRANDON. The Obama watch? Classssssy.

Last phone call?
My mom. =]

Are you allergic to anything?
Cats. Rabbits. Random plantlife. Christmas trees make me itchy.

Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?
OH gosh. I don't have a favourite. Although, I do have these really beat up polka-dot flats that are full of holes and I still wear anyway.

What is one thing you have learned about life recently?
Stooooooop dwelling on stupid bologna.

Do you own an iPod?
I do. My mom bought it for me. It has a sweet little engraving on it. =]

Do any of your friends have children?
Not my close friends. People I was friends with in high school. Oh gosh, why.

When was your last kiss?
I hate you, survey.

How did you get one of your scars?
I had a dermoid cyst on my ovary. Which means it was a cyst with teeth and hair!!!! Anyway, this is actually the cause of three of my scars. One of which looks like a dragonfly. The other is just a faint line on my left hippppp area and the last is like, comin' out of my belly button. (Go google dermoid cyst. Do it. Do it. Do it. ARE YOU SO GROSSED OUT NOW?!!?!)

What is your moms name?
Jeanine Marie. =]

Are you ticklish?
I am most definitely ticklish.

Ever cried for no reason?
I am riding a WAVE OF EMOTION.

Ever broken a bone?
I break other people's bones. YEAH, BOOOOI. I'm not even joking. It has occured not once, not twice, but THRICE! THRICE, I SAY. Broken nose, body cast, broken arm. DON'T COME NEAR ME, I AM DANGEROUS.

Do you have any piercings?
My ears are pierrrrced to the tippy top.

Have you ever changed clothes while driving?
Er, I have not.

Have you ever cleaned up someone elses vomit?
OH MY GOSH. Like three weeks ago, Chris, Josh and Zack were coming in to the apartment when Josh got sick. He couldn't turn around and throw up in the hall because Zack was behind him. He couldn't run forward because Chris was there. SO... he threw up IN HIS HANDS. IN HIS HANDS. HE CAUGHT HIS OWN VOMIT. IN HIS HAAAANDS.

What was the last thing you ordered at McDonalds?
I can not remember the last time I was at McDonalds, although I do really want some Madagascar 2 toys.

Can you do the Crank Dat dance?
Please teach me.

What is your favorite color to wear?
Apparently I look AWESOME in purple. Bus-Brandon tells me this everytime I wear it.

What is the longest plane ride you have ever been on?
The only plane ride... to Florida.

What is the longest road trip you have ever taken?
Oh! When my mom, Daniel and I went to South Carolina to visit Chris in the hospital.

What are your turn-offs?
Hairy? Like really, really hairy guys weird me out. Facial hair is sweet. But just. When. Oh gosh. Yuck.

What was your 1st alcoholic beverage?
VLADIMIR VODKA. OH BABY. I mean, besides that time when I was like thirteen and I went to a wedding and kept drinking from the Orange Juice fountain. Which turned out to be a Fuzzy Navel fountain. But yeah, Vlady. I got trashed, ran around humming the Mission Impossible song and ran into a wall.

What was your last alcoholic beverage?
Gin and Juice (laaiid baaaack. with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

What are you craving right now?
LET US PARTAKE IN THE ACT OF CUDDLING. And the overturning of Prop-8.

Seven!!!

2008-11-12T19:52:00.000-05:00

Is the amount of mini marshmallows I ate for dinner.

Oh, sweet poet.

2008-11-11T21:22:00.001-05:00

Be happy, kid.

Cedric Bixler-Zavala Love.

2008-11-10T13:05:00.004-05:00

I do realize I just posted a nice blog full of compassion and real world issues. Now I'd like to post a blog about how hot Cedric Bixler-Zavala is. OH. MY. GOODNESS. Look at that picture. Look at it. My computer is going to explode, that is how fantastical it is.

Even sideways, he's a babe. Let's talk about why:

His hair is awesome.

His beard is awesome.

His eyes are awesome.

His lips are awesome.

His jaw is awesome.

His physique is awesome.

His voice is awesome (orgasmic).

His dance moves are awesome.

His tattoos are awesome.

OH GOOOODNESSSSS. I could look at pictures of him all day. ALL DAY.

Okay. I'm done. I promise. Finished.

[Fin!]

Imagine a World Without Hunger

2008-11-10T11:24:00.003-05:00

Sometimes I forget that we are not the only people on this planet. That men, women and children around the world are dying of starvation. Then I feel selfish. I found an article this morning that just broke my heart. $30 billion will provide the means to end world hunger. Poverty, hunger and the homeless go hand in hand (in hand?). Where are our priorities?

Global military and arms trade expenditures hit high at about $1 trillion annually. Approximately $540 billion is spent by the United States alone.

The United States Department of Energy spends $23.4 billion yearly just to develop and maintain nuclear warheads.

How could we forget the recent $700 (and growing) billion housing bailout bill? In other words, 4% of the Wall Street bailout would end world hunger.

The U.S. Congress has approved $44 billion of U.S. funds for Iraqi construction projects.

$30 billion was spent on Homeland Security in 2008, and they’re requesting $35 billion for 2009.

I don't know. I'm in an odd mood today. My mom is having heart surgery and I'm really antsy. Antsy, I say! Please keep her in your thoughts/prayers/sacrificial offering purposes. All four people who read this blog. I'm pretty sure those options cover your beliefs.

"Who loves ya, baby?"

2008-11-07T15:17:00.005-05:00

Oh my gosh, you guys. It is Emergence Day. Do you know what that means? That means that Gears of War II came out today. Maybe you don't know why this is important. Maybe you're not aware of the glory that can be found in the green box this game comes in.

Do you know what this is? It's called a lancer. It is a machine gun with a FRIGGIN' CHAINSAW ON IT. A chainsaw. Something that saws things into pieces with an awesomely obnoxious noise. You use this beautiful piece of machinery to saw through enemies. In Gears of War II you will get to have... CHAINSAW BATTLES [BUM BUM BUMMMMM]!

It's also possible that you're not aware who Augustus Cole is. The BEST character in the game-his amazingly awesome retorts and odd assortment of noises make him my pick for multi-player every time. This is making me giddy. I can't wait to go home and pop in my copy of the game for the first time and forget to bathe/eat for the next two days straight.

LOOK AT THIS BIRD.

2008-11-07T13:15:00.002-05:00

HOLY CRAP.

Personal Political Passion.

2008-11-06T09:16:00.005-05:00

I am way too passionate about politics. It can get me into trouble sometimes. I love debating. I love hearing other views and countering them. I respect that people have different ideals and support different candidates. What I can't stand is ignorance. Don't start talking politics with me if you don't know what you're talking about. Don't make claims without having sources to support it. Don't resort to pettiness when I make a valid point that you can't retort to.

Brandon and I are moving to Arizona.

I want to find an abandoned home and bring it back to life. I want to make it beautiful.

Layout Attention Deficit Disorder

2008-11-05T14:10:00.002-05:00

I need a better layout. NEED, I say! As so many people read my blog, I feel it is best to create an environment that is both colourful and inviting.

That's a lie, I just get bored easily. In fact, I change the desktop on my laptop at least twice a month. AT LEAST. I also match the colours and icons to it. It's crazy. CRAZY.

I'll be spending the afternoon searching the tubes of the interwebs for the best background ever. THE BEST. Oh, blog. You will be beautiful. Do not fear.

I think I may be insane.

Obama's speech gives me goosebumps and makes me cry.

2008-11-05T12:04:00.001-05:00

Hello, Chicago.
If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.
It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen, by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different, that their voices could be that difference.
It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states.
We are, and always will be, the United States of America.
It's the answer that led those who've been told for so long by so many to be cynical and fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day. Watch Obama's speech in its entirety »
It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this date in this election at this defining moment change has come to America.
A little bit earlier this evening, I received an extraordinarily gracious call from Sen. McCain.
Sen. McCain fought long and hard in this campaign. And he's fought even longer and harder for the country that he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine. We are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader.
I congratulate him; I congratulate Gov. Palin for all that they've achieved. And I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.
I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart, and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on the train home to Delaware, the vice president-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.
And I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last 16 years the rock of our family, the love of my life, the nation's next first lady Michelle Obama.
Sasha and Malia I love you both more than you can imagine. And you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us to the new White House.
And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother's watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight. I know that my debt to them is beyond measure.
To my sister Maya, my sister Alma, all my other brothers and sisters, thank you so much for all the support that you've given me. I am grateful to them.
And to my campaign manager, David Plouffe, the unsung hero of this campaign, who built the best -- the best political campaign, I think, in the history of the United States of America.
To my chief strategist David Axelrod who's been a partner with me every step of the way.
To the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.
But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to. It belongs to you. It belongs to you.
I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington. It began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston. It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give $5 and $10 and $20 to the cause.
It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep.
It drew strength from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on doors of perfect strangers, and from the millions of Americans who volunteered and organized and proved that more than two centuries later a government of the people, by the people, and for the people has not perished from the Earth.
This is your victory.
And I know you didn't do this just to win an election. And I know you didn't do it for me.
You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime -- two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.
Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.
There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after the children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage or pay their doctors' bills or save enough for their child's college education.
There's new energy to harness, new jobs to be created, new schools to build, and threats to meet, alliances to repair.
The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there.
I promise you, we as a people will get there.
There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as president. And we know the government can't solve every problem.
But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And, above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation, the only way it's been done in America for 221 years -- block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.
What began 21 months ago in the depths of winter cannot end on this autumn night.
This victory alone is not the change we seek. It is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were.
It can't happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice.
So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves but each other.
Let us remember that, if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers.
In this country, we rise or fall as one nation, as one people. Let's resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long.
Let's remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House, a party founded on the values of self-reliance and individual liberty and national unity.
Those are values that we all share. And while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress.
As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, we are not enemies but friends. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.
And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too.
And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces, to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of the world, our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.
To those -- to those who would tear the world down: We will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security: We support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright: Tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope.
That's the true genius of America: that America can change. Our union can be perfected. What we've already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.
This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight's about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing: Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.
She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons -- because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.
And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America -- the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.
At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.
When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.
When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.
She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.
A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.
And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.
Yes we can.
America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves -- if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?
This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.

This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.
Thank you. God bless you. And may God bless the United States of America.

"Put on your boss, marblehead."

2008-11-03T13:10:00.007-05:00

I was cursed out by a sixty-one year old man this morning. (Not the one in the photo... at least I don't believe so.) We increased his policy by five hundred dollars because his credit-score dropped a couple points. I wanted to tell him "I agree! I know you just paid in cash, your credit shouldn't have anything to do with it. I think it's stupid that credit has anything to do with it. Please, just let me talk and try to help you." Instead, I said "I understand, unfortunately credit does play a role in everybody's rating," and he continued to yell at me, call me rude names and tell me to "F" off.

I wish he would have let me help him. Maybe I could have lowered his price. Unfortunately, he hung up on me after telling me to go "F" myself. I hate those calls. Not because they yell at me, but because they feel helpless-- that they have to yell in order to get help. On to less depressing matters.

I went to Sonic on Saturday. It was an epic adventure. A 25 minute ride, followed by sitting 20 minutes in the mile long line. Nazareth's (Gosh, I love this side of PA's town names) Sonic is the only one in the Eastern PA/NJ area. It opened over a month ago and the line is still that long.

I love how you order. You pull into a parking spot, take your time figuring out your order. When you're ready, you press a little buzzer and give the nice person your order. Shortly after that, a person on roller skates zooms over and attaches a tray to the side of you car.

In closing: I'm going to move to Ireland one day. I'll live in a cute little cottage and ride a bike to town to pick up my groceries. You're jealous.

Check Out This Sweet Hedgehog.

2008-10-29T15:20:00.002-04:00

I can not wait to achieve my goal of being a teacher. It gets me giddy just thinking about it. Never mind the fact that I have yet been able to work getting my poor butt to college. I know that one day I will and one day I will be able to shape lives.

Two things occurred at work today that confirmed that being a teacher is right for me. I am a mentor for a new hire. Now don't get me wrong, I realize that assisting a newly hired call center rep is nowhere near as challenging/exciting as teaching young children. But gosh, did I feel proud when she made a change to a policy (and hasn't even been trained how to yet!) I taught her little tricks, quick navigating skills and all sorts of fun little tidbits that makes doing this job easy-as-pie.

I was supposed to mentor two people. But! One of them quit. So since 12:15 I have been decorating our row, planning meeting activities and creating bulletin board plans for the next three months. Bulletin Boards get me all pumped. You know what I planned for November? HAND TURKEYS. Gosh, I adore hand turkeys. I just made one before I wrote this blog. Can you believe that somebody asked me what a hand turkey is? Jeeze, how do you grow up without hand turkeys? (Please, nobody lecture on the fact that Thanksgiving is a horrifying holiday due to what we truly did when we came to America. I just like hand turkeys and being thankful for life.)

I have an unhealthy addiction.

2008-10-25T22:01:00.004-04:00

Gregory House, M.D. rocks my world. I will watch it over and over and over. Episodes I've seen before, diagnoses I already know. It doesn't matter. I will watch this show whenever I catch it on.

His sarcasm, witty banter. Gosh, I could swoon. SWOON. Plus, he's a totaly cutie.

This is a slight bit sacrilegious. ;[ But it is clever.

It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.

2008-10-24T22:16:00.006-04:00

Today was my day off. It was splendid. I played with my new [purple] phone all day long, cooked dinner and carved three wonderfully awesome pumpkins.

This is my mom's downstairs bathroom. "Powder Room" if you will. It has blue pear wallpaper, floral curtains and a picture of a unicorn staring at a naked "maiden." I make this face a lot.

Daniel thinks it is funny to make fun of that fact by wearing my glasses and imitating me.

Here you can see my mother kicking a pumpkin's butt along with Daniel ripping out one's intestines. There are four pumpkins in this photo. The fifth was down in the yard, waiting to be spray painted.

He's a straight-up killa.

These are my pumpkinnsss. You will notice there is no Gears Of War pumpkin. I was a little sad, but I didn't like the plan I had made so I ditched it. Mario came out really swimmingly, anyway. Obama looks like him.. if I tell you it is him. I kinda messed him up, but he was kind of hard. Jack is the one that was spray painted. He came out pretty neat. =]

I love pumpkin carving, you guys.

Perfectly plump pumpkins.

2008-10-23T15:31:00.003-04:00

I love alliterations. In case you couldn't notice. Tomorrow I am going to be carving pumpkins! I'll probably buy three, because I am insane. I don't even have a porch or a window to put them in. I will see them, and I will be happy.

Have you guys seen www.yeswecarve.com? It's wonderfully silly. I'm definitely going to make one. They're all Obama pumpkins. My second pumpkin is going to be Gears of War related. (TWO WEEKS, YOU GUYS. Two weeks until Emergence Daaaaay.) Lastly, I think I'll get a white pumpkin and make it into some neat skeletal creature.

I've gone a little crazy at work. I decided to decorate for Halloween. There are creepy spiders, unusually cheerful pumpkin garland. We're having a potluck on Halloween. If you don't know what a potluck is, you're lucky. They're a gluttons dream. Everybody brings in a food dish, and then the teams just graze. Everybody picks a little bit of everything, gorging themselves on totally unhealthy food dishes. I'm guilty as well, though. A favourite of my co-workers are my oreo bombs. One pack of oreos, one pack of cream cheese, rolled into balls and dipped into (white) chocolate. Hellloooo, Cavities.

Let's go to Ghent, Belgium.

2008-10-22T17:21:00.002-04:00

It's simply beautiful.

Diagnosis: Diorama Deprivation.

2008-10-22T12:29:00.004-04:00

I want a new job. If you couldn't tell from my last post. What do I want my new job to be? I thought about this (for about three minutes) today. I want to make dioramas. Just shoebox dioramas. Maybe every once in a while I'd get fancy and build a bigger box... but mostly shoe boxes. Whenever I'd finish one, I'd get an assignment for a new one. There has to be a deadline though. I will never finish a diorama without a deadline.

This diorama is ugly. TOTALLY UGLY. I would never let my child walk out of the house with this disgusting display of lack of craftiness.

What is this? Seriously? How long did could this have taken, ten minutes? Print out a picture of trees, throw down some sand, make a tiny fence and plop a horse and a box of matches down. WHAT ARE THE MATCHES FOR? HORSES DON'T HAVE FINGERS, MUCH LESS THUMBS.

I would be the best diorama maker ever. EVER.

Reasons I Should Quit My Job:

2008-10-21T15:22:00.004-04:00

1. I hate it.
2. They don't pay me more when I learn new skills.
3. They rip off elderly people.
4. It's an hour and a half busride away.
5. I hate sitting in this chair all day.
6. It's rotting my brain cells.

vs.

1. It pays enough.
2. I get to blog all day.
3. They'll pay for me to get a business degree (which is useless.)

Things to purchase!

2008-10-20T14:21:00.003-04:00

I love green.

I adore this hat.

LOOK at this brain bowl.

Hippo earrings! Awwww.

There we go. Let's stop being a baby and start being a crafty consumerist. =\ Goodness gracious! I need to cheer up. This is just bologna.

I need new glasses.

2008-10-17T10:28:00.002-04:00

Here are my options:

[Sixteen or Eighteen]

Purrrrple!

Twenty four.

I'll probably purchase two pair, since they are so wonderfully cheap. Gosh, I am horrible at decision making. You should see the list that I had before I narrowed it down to five choices. Insane, I dare say. Insane.

O' little town of Bethlehem...

2008-10-16T21:20:00.012-04:00

I have a really odd adoration of my hometown. It's not a nice quiet town, it's not a terribly exciting city. We have homeless people and can't boast about having a low crime rate. There's not much to do. But it's my home.

Main Street

Christmas here is beautiful. There are lights, festivals, tours, horse-drawn carriages and manger scenes. Even if you're not religious, the Moravian history of this town is breath-taking.

Moravian Book Shop

God's Acre

One of my favourite places to go is the Lehigh Library. The amount of books gets me giddy. The architecture, the stained glass. I could swoon.

The Bethlehem Steel is by far the most beautiful piece of architecture I have ever seen. It's abandoned. It's rusty. It's a looming reminder of what our town used to be. It's beautiful.

Plus, I mean. It's where the opening scene for Transformers II was filmed.

Which means we're pretty awesome.

I'm movin' to the country.

2008-10-15T15:29:00.002-04:00

I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches.

I lie to my job in order to help elderly people with their bills.

2008-10-15T10:37:00.003-04:00

I don't feel bad about it at all. When an 83 year old widowed woman calls me and asks me why her premium increased $700 a year and begins to cry, I do everything in my power to lower it. A huge part of your insurance is based on your annual mileage. We don't like you to know that when you start a policy. In fact, our company is known for raising rates ridiculously high after two years of being with us because we get your correct odometer readings. If you give us an estimated reading when you first sign up, chances are when you report your accurate reading it'll show that you're driving like 56,000 miles a year. We can see that your odometers were estimated, but we won't change them back without proof of what they were before. Who keeps a record of that? Nobody. So I change it. Horrible underwriting skills, beautiful humanitarian skills.

I switch around drivers on the policies to give them the cheapest price. I advise them that deleting a car will raise their premium because they'll lose the multi-car discount. We give horrible pricing on teenagers, and they should know that. I refuse to be the vessel through which this corporation destroys a life.

Tuesday is coming... Did you bring your coat?

2008-10-14T15:27:00.004-04:00

This is my second post of the day. Work gets boring, you know? We just got really busy, which is unfortunate. Earlier was so lovely, only one call every half hour or so. Now there are eleven people waiting in the queue.

I miss my best friends. One is in Florida and is caught up in her family/boyfriend (being in Ireland)/school/work situation. The other is in New York and is caught up in his girlfriend/band/work/family/friends.

I want to be caught up in something. Save me from the mundane. Rescue me from boredom and inspire me to create. Please?

Remember when I used to paint? I used to draw and sew and be cheerful.

Let's bring that back.

[Who am I talking to? I know very well nobody reads this.]

Recycling Beauty

2008-10-14T10:23:00.009-04:00

Cigar Box Guitar

Holy crap, you guys. Look at it. I don't even know how to play guitar. I'll learn. It's so colourful and adorable. I have a bunch of cigar boxes left from a purse-extravaganza. They're not as pretty, but I think I'd like to practice on one before I make the MOST ADORABLE CIGAR BOX GUITAR EVER.

Suitcase Chairs
If you don't think those are adorable, please leave my blog. Press the little X in the top right corner and just leave. The fabrics are simply squeal-worthy. Where do I get my hands on those-- Oh snapdragons. Chris has a blue one. I wonder if he'd mind if I stole it and made it into furniture.

Shopping Cart Chairs
Man, I'm going to have a lot of weird looking things in my house. But seriously. Look at the first one. LOOK AT IT. The fabric choice, the green colouring of the cart. My goodness, how splendid!

Bathtub Couch
Guys, it matches the friggin' Shopping Cart Chair. I could swoon. SWOON, I SAY. I love the silver clawfeet, too. It all comes together so nicely.

In other news, this morning I saw Burt Reynolds. He was eating a strawberry frosted donut with rainbow sprinkles while yelling at a pigeon. I swear, you guys. It was him.

((I was gonna put a picture of Burt Reynolds with a donut on it, but I googled his name and it came up with a bunch of awkward naked pictures... So I closed it. =[ ))

I'm afraid it's hush-hush, Darling.

2008-10-13T16:40:00.005-04:00

I watched this movie on Saturday called Wah-Wah. I won't get into the entire storyline, but there was this kid who has a nervous tick where he snaps his mouth open and winces one eye. I wonder if I look like that. I have TMJ on both sides of my jaw, and often when I'm talking or yawning I need to pop my mouth open really wide to relieve pressure. It doesn't hurt anymore, in fact I barely notice it. I'm not really that self-conscious about it. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's not really noticeable. I know if it's really quiet, it's quite audible but that's about it. I hope I don't look like I'm having a spasm or something.

I didn't wash these jeans before I wore them. They're brand new dark blue jeans (because my last ones got too loose, yesssssss). They're pretty neat looking, except for the fact that they're turning my skin blue. Whatever, a small price to pay for fashion LOLOLOLOLOL. = But seriously. My hands and legs are blue. This always happens to me and I never remember to wash them before wearing them.

There is a cut on my tongue. Ugh, now I'm aware of my tongue. Does it press against the roof of your mouth or the bottom? Do you tuck it into your cheek? AHA, now you are aware as well. Isn't it bothersome? Here I am, sent to make you aware of your organs.

An odd dream.

2008-10-13T08:58:00.004-04:00

I had this really insane dream last night. I don't know why, maybe it was the crying fit I had before I passed out. Maybe it was the Salvia I took near dinner time. I dunno, but it was such an odd assortment of things that I just have to get it down somewhere.

I was in a red car. The only person I actually know with a red car is Andrea, and she wasn't the driver. The only thing I remember about the driver was that it was a male. We were laughing about something, our heads thrown back as we giggled. Until we saw the accident, that is. There was a tractor trailer on its side and a small blue car that was upside down. We pulled off to the side immediately so that we could attempt to help.

They were trying to lift the truck. I knew everybody that was there. They were all people I was friends with in high school. When they finally flipped the truck the correct way, I couldn't breathe. Janelle was lying there, hair matted with blood and her face barely recognizable. There was another body with Kuti crouching over it. I could see in his face that he knew the person was dead, but he checked for a pulse anyway. He shook his head and sat back on his heels, staring up at the sky with a look of disbelief. I couldn't figure out who the body belonged to. I finally was able to catch my breath, so I asked Kuti. It was Mark. Kuti's best friend since kindergarten.

[cut to? I dunno, my dreams hop around]

I was online. I was RSVPing my attendance to Mark's funeral via Facebook. (gosh, that's ridiculous.) There were pictures of him alive and happy, laughing and goofing around. But there were also pictures from the accident. It gave me goosebumps.

I was standing in my grandparents' back bedroom. I was holding my Xbox360 and kind of blanking out, thinking about how Mark was dead. The Xbox wasn't plugged in, it had nothing connected to it. To be honest, I have no idea why I was even holding it. All of the sudden it started sparking and smoke was shooting out. I dropped it on the bed, staring at it. I didn't know what to do. For some reason, I took it as a sign that I had to help Mark.

I called Cody. That's when I do when I panic. He was at school, which was odd since it was night time. He explained that he was late the day before, and if he was late one more time they'd kick him out. They allowed him to sleep over so that he had a better chance for being on time. He couldn't talk though, he had to go up to somebody else's room and sell them some drugs. For some reason, I went to his girlfriend's myspace, where she had pictures of them together. But he had really short hair, like buzzed? (mental note: tell Cody to never shave his head, it looks weird.) I don't know why I went to her myspace. I don't even know if she has a myspace. But there was this part where they were making fun of me. I shut off my computer and stared at my still smoking xbox. I had to help him somehow.

I don't know where I got the money. I went straight to the hospital. For some reason, there he was being worked on. He wasn't dead anymore, just nearly dead. (I don't know why or how). From the tops of his nipples down to below his belly button was all torn away. His insides were help in with tape. (Of course.) The doctors were aghast at the load of cash I handed them. This enabled them to perform a brand new, only tested once procedure. They would cut the skin off a dead guy and sew it onto mark to give him a brand new chest. They wheeled him into the Emergency Room and I left.

I was walking down the street that my apartment is on, towards the grocery store. I saw Kuti and waved. We talked about how Mark has made a full recovery, and is now touring through Canada on a comedy tour. [cut to:] Mark was standing on a stage, shirtless and telling jokes. His entire chest where the new skin was located was surrounded in a circle of scar tissue. It was weird.[back to Kuti!] Kuti and I talked about how we should go visit him. And about how there's this sweet place up there where you can pet these creatures that look like the loch-ness monster. [The one in that movie that came out last year? Where the kid kept him in the bathtub.] Kuti has this beautiful gift (apparently) to make his stories come alive. The roads filled with water and these beautiful blue, purple and periwinkle coloured creatures. I dipped my hand in the water, ran my fingertips over their skin. They felt like manta rays. [DANGER, STEVE IRWIN, DANGER]

I walked back the opposite direction to the Bethlehem Steel. I had a backpack of spray paint. I wanted to create something beautiful. I climbed and climbed until I got to a location I was sure the entire South Side would see and be inspired by. But there was somebody there already. It was Chris Ferguson, wearing camping gear. we decide to put our graffiti on hold and go for a light lunch to catch up. We walk through the steel, and end up exiting Eddie's attic. [I don't know. ]

[Backstory: The second time I did mushrooms, I was at Eddie's house. I wandered away from the group and ended up standing in his kitchen for twenty minutes, staring at a painting of a pineapple he had on his wall. "I AM CRITIQUING THIS PINEAPPLE ART, GO AWAY."]

I ran up to Eddie and gave him a hug. I had missed him. I asked him if I could have his pineapple painting. He grinned, and said I could have it if I sewed him a new wizard hat. I agreed.

And I woke.

It's definitely still Friday...

2008-10-10T21:39:00.001-04:00

And my bra is poking the side of my right boob. I bet you wanted to know that. Who wouldn't want to know that? I know everybody sits around thinking "I wonder how Megan's bra is fitting." Well, now you know.

I rented Rock Band II. I feel that things that aren't really that impressive become a lot more impressive if you use roman numerals. Gears of War II, The Land Before Time XIV. Alright, maybe not always. Anyway. I rented it and Daniel let me borrow his microphone. Do you know what this means, you guys? I get to have drunken karaoke in my bedroom. Best. Thing. Ever.

I'm actually in the process of becoming highly intoxicated as I type. I take breaks for shots, of course, but you know what I mean. What a great second blog entry this is turning out to be.

Do you guys know what I was referencing in my title? It's definitely a horrible movie. I don't even know why I remembered it. It's about this boy who turns thirteen and starts turning into a mer(man)? He gets really, really, really, really, really thirsty and starts growing scales.

Good stuff, you guys. Quality actors, a beautiful storyline. They don't make movies like this anymore.

GOBBLEDEEGOOK, WHERE IS THE LIGHTHOUSE?

It is Friday...

2008-10-10T15:36:00.000-04:00

In case you didn't know. I mean, I'm pretty sure it will say that right above whatever I end up writing... but maybe you're OCD and require people to repeat things. I'm here for you, man. (I'm here for you, man.)

I keep beginning to write something beautiful when I hear this awful beeping in my right ear and I have to start talking to an elderly person who needs assistance with their automobile insurance. Every three minutes, my head whips to the right because I think I see somebody standing on a shelf. It's just a stuffed gorilla in a raincoat holding a peacock feather.

I have nothing interesting to write about. I mean, I do. But I want it to be a constant stream of consciousness and I can not do that while I am sitting in this row full of women complaining about their men issues.

I'll write at home.