i need to escape from myself.

i got skillz XD

these babies tasted even better than they look.
so i guess, if all else fails,
i'd make a pretty bangin' housewife.
hmmm, i wonder if you could put 'excellent sandwich-making skills'
on a resume, in order to improve the chances of being hired
by a male...
something to ponder.

"i whip my hair back and forth i whip my hair back and forth"

a declaration of sorts.

I, Meg,
known to those in the bloggesphere as silent screamer,
hereby declare on this day of the 11th of January, 2011, that i will inform Jake Pattison by the way of text message, the very moment that i engage in any kind of same-sex intimate activity, should said event occur.
this is a gentlemen's agreement, and therefore must not be broken.
bearing witness to this declaration is aforementioned gentleman, Jake Pattison, in addition to those who faithfully follow this blog.
HUZZAH!

mail me a smile

i recieved this peculiar little fellow in the mail a few days ago, a gift from a faraway friend who is living proof that geographical proximity does not always a genuine friendship make. not to say that those friends of mine that live nearer to me aren't great friends (they really are), only that in this world, true altruism still exists in the rarest and most unexpected of forms. this particular friend from whom i recieved the delightful pencil case pictured used to make me laugh till i cried when we were in school together, and the fact that she thought of me when she happened across this relic of our gleeful times spent together brought a smile to my dial when i opened the bubble-wrap-padded envelope. in short, it made my day. and by the way, sneezing is a lot less fun when you become prone to random nosebleeds.

i wish to be a dorklord. but a cute one, with knee-high socks and a vintage backpack. i love little cartoon fruit people. they make me smile.

quite frankly, a proud moment in my life.

i have not yet decided upon a new year's resolution, however i have made it one of my goals to learn to play chess. as i have not yet found a willing mentor, i have been playing the occasional game of computer chess, and have not won a single game. that is, until now. on this morning of the 3rd of January, 2011, i have won my very first game of chess against my very intelligent computer. and i screenprinted the end result as evidence. (I'm white)

been a while.

first, i have to say that i am deeply sorry for having neglected my poor blog for so long...no christmas or new years posts at all. i feel truly terrible. i was going to post on christmas day, but i couldn't think of non cliche stuff to write so i just opted out. (i have always wanted to say that!) anyway, happy christmas and merry new year, i hope everything was cheer-filled and bubbly. now, down to business.
first, a thought;

"you can't want what you can't have and expect to get it." just etch that into your brain, or at least turn it over a few times. much appreciated.

secondly, a first for this blog i do believe. i am putting up for discussion (yes that requires people to comment and debate), a musing of mine. one that has been overprocessed within my thoughts for quite some time. said musing is as follows:
since around the end of the school term, nearish examination times, i have been experiencing a recurring dream of sorts, which varies in detail and pops up randomly, but is definitely identical in content every time.
i'll break it down to basics: (in colour because it's a dream)

setting: classroom, at my school or an adaptation of it.
characters: usually, myself and my literature teacher are the protagonists, also a smattering of classmates and on occasion, another teacher.
action: have just handed in an essay/completed a practise essay/had an essay handed back/consulting with teacher privately. teacher wears bone-chillingly grave expression, sometimes with a tinge of disgust, as he proceeds to reprimand me for being a terrible student, talentless, lazy, useless, will amount to nothing, et cetera. i have some kind of negative reaction ranging from tears to tantrums, bad emotions, end scene.

this is usually followed by me waking up, which is always a relief. as these dreams have continued long after i have finished high school, vce examinations and any related activity to this teacher, what i am throwing out into the cyber field of intelligentsia to discuss is this:

why am i having these dreams?

i'd really like to hear thoughts in response.
until then,
adieu.

ps. a disclaimer: the first thought is not indended to discourage, rather to educate those who have been gently nudged for too long and have not yet got the message.