so which team are you?

alright, so it seems that there is a lot of animosity that goes along with the Twilight saga. apparently, everyone and their mother, and their grandmother for that matter (since even Oprah advocates the series now....) feels the need to choose a side. i have read all of the novels, in fact, i read them before, yes before they were so popular. and i have to be honest with you, my darlings, i always had a soft spot for....JACOB. sure, he can get a little whiny sometimes, but then again, every wolf whines sometime.

i know, i know, you are aghast. well, i was procrastinating for a while, i was scared to see the film because i knew what would happen to my favorite. i just always hated how pathetic Bella was, how at one mention of Ed's name she scorns Jacob even though she had been stringing him along during the entire novel. and then she expects everything to be okay, for it all to go back to normal, like he does not have any feelings worthy of her acknowledgment. i always felt sorry for Jacob. everyone feels sorry for the rebound guy, right?

i feel like such the slacker for blogging about this of all topics. but the movie did entertain me. even if i hate the commercial Parthenon that Twilight has become, i must admit that it is kind of enthralling to witness all of your mental images while reading these books come to pass infront of you. the movie was great. so why am i STILL team Jacob?

because:
-he always keeps his word, he never makes a promise he doesn't keep.
-as a naturally COLD person, i prefer to be coaxed to warmth.
-he respects boundaries, like, not staring at you in your sleep which i NEVER found "romantic."
-sorry Edward, but i would much rather have a pack of gigantic Native American wolves behind me.
-with Jacob, there is no secret society of ancients to be scared of, who are ready and waiting for any reason to kill you.
-i would never have to hide myself from my family, because i would not have to change some aspect of myself in order to be with him. seeming as with Ed, one has to change species to be truly happy.
-he breaks the rules, doesn't hide behind them.
-he is patient, and doesn't talk about committing suicide all of the time, or how i am "his only reason for living..."
ugh, gag me. please, he lived for 109 years perfectly fine and angsty.
-he is reliable, trust worthy, naturally kind, and helpful.
-he doesn't lie to your face, leave without reason, then try to kill himself when he finds out that you have moved on.
-he won't try to run your life and make your decisions for you.
-he doesn't weep, he gets angry, and he gets even.
-and so on. and so on.

hahaha, Happy Thanksgiving dear bloggers. on my list of things to be thankful for.....?
freedom of speech. tschau freunden.

i'm meghanN

I'M COOL. I'M ON CAPS LOCK now i am not.

kenesthesis

today fellow bloggers was well worth waking up for in some aspects. i did not feel as though i would make it through the day without my brain liquidating itself, however, when i was making myself ready for the school day with the knowledge that i would not one, no not one, but 2 quizzes, and a test in Psych. it was something to write home about that is for sure. it racked my brain that is a definite...sehr sehr trauig.

but once i got through government, seeming as i had not done my homework, heavy sighs, i made it to art and Nate the Great massaged me. in a not sexual way...groan.

oh and then i was able to spend some much needed bonding time with my Coggs and Vicky. it was a pleasure. and we went to plaza for some much deserved salsa and guacamole. so now i sit here in a home that is not my own, and type this slowly affectious excuse of a blog hoping it brings some sort of closure to the day and document to my mundane life. i speak of tests and tortilla chips while the masses labor over stronger subjects of lifetime ordeals. but my dear readers, i hope to offer this piece of myself as an uplifting moment in time where you can laugh at how humorous and ordinary it is to be just me.

have a happy tuesday. ciao bella.

synesthesia

so the party at the Todd's was tres magnifique. {do you feel enriched?}

it felt so wonderful to spend some much needed time with my Heinerkraut. i love her so and it is hard to have her away... i constantly go to sleep missing her terribly. i find myself wanting to tell her all of these random things, but i only see her, like, once or twice a month. but i am so proud of her, and she is so beautiful, and i wish i had a phone so that i could talk to her daily. and not just through messages via computers.

anyway, Hayley's party was grand. i am so glad she liked the necklaces i bought for her. hopefully she doesn't find them missing when her sister leaves for vcu. ahaha, that would be funny. the fire was gorgeous, and the chips were nice. i was greeted warmly by mama Todd, and assured that the beans were vegan. too bad i wasnt hungry until later... anyway. it felt so nice to be back in my second home. i love being there. that family is so good to me, and i feel so welcomed.

hopefully the weather is nice tomorrow so that i can walk in Williamsburg, get my exercise and revel in the warmth of my apple cider. and maybe while i am there i will visit the bookstore and pick up some poetry. but i cannot forget to stop by the mall and pay a visit to my ever faithful hot topic and admire Davey Havok's newly 34 year old face.

and now i finally have a facebook. so there you go, faithful blog readers. have a great weekend.

blow me away.

so the monsoon is still raging outside. and apparently it is not lightening any time soon. so i am stuck in my house since school is cancelled tomorrow (praise be to the gods.) i mean, come on newport news! honestly, did you really think it at all possible for school NOT to be cancelled? it is a national emergency out there, people are loosing their homes! and it seems it takes trees falling over onto the school buses, or someone dieing, or the school itself being washed away in order to close the school. but i digress. the whole system is in the gutter anyway. might as well cover it with dead leaves and slowly back away after it was kicked a few times. we can come back later and poke it with a stick to make sure it is dead, if you wish.

anyway, so i wanted everyone to know i am still alive. haha. not that this is adequate proof...but for those that care, this blogger will continue on. i faced the rhino in the sky today. and James was right. maybe i need a giant peach fully loaded with insects and fly away. but just my luck i would end up in Asia and a real monsoon would ensue. i sincerely hope i made you laugh, my dearest readers. laughing is very important in times such as these. hopefully my house doesn't float away into the night.

love to all. adieu.

city life in retrospection.

she was a ten dollar hooker. a girl without a name, sitting on the curb of a strip mall, blazing with flickering red neon lights. the electric drone of the chemical light mixed with the dead air, and stagnated somewhere with the sound of cars on the busy street, stained with oil and dirt. a cacophony of sleazy city instruments. the light played on her hair and was suggestive of Walmart dye jobs. a box set marked half off sticker price because it was discontinued. but she didn't care. cover up the past and wash it down the drain. that's what her life was. she wished she could be half as happy as the girls on those boxes. she pulled at the thin jean jacket she had on. her shoes were untied, and her shirt was a size too small. but the air was warm enough not to sting. and that's all that mattered to her. an old woman walked down the sidewalk. she carried a brown paper bag of groceries, with a slight tear on one side. she wasn't in a hurry, but it was 9:45 and she didn't like to be in this part of town after dark. her lips were a thin line of drugstore red lipstick, bright and unnatural, it was slightly smeared on one side. you could see the wrinkles that graced her mouth from smiling so often in her youth, and they kissed at the sides of her eyes softly. she held cigarettes in her left hand, and a book of matches was visible from the lid of the carton. she wore a bright flower print that was almost obnoxious against this setting. she deserves to be somewhere other than here. somewhere else. she handed the hooker a generous amount of cash with a kind smile and a "Jesus saves." the hooker gladly took the money, but muttered under her breath that God didn't exist. "where was He last night then?" the old woman dropped her keys, but the hooker did not offer any help as she left her place on the curb and walked on. there was a man in the alleyway, his face would lighten and darken simultaneously with the sign in the dry cleaner's window. he was smoking a cigarette and watching a young woman in the laundromat across the street as she folded her clothes. she seemed to be deep in thought as she folded her perfectly white shirt into a clean square under the bright florescent lights. her face seemed pensive, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips slightly pursed, though otherwise she was quite beautiful and gentle in countenance. he smoked slowly and admired her youthful shape. she was just worrying over her college exams while her blue jeans dried. the man was fingering a dime in his pocket, wondering if he should offer it to her because her machine ran out of coin but her clothes were left still damp. the hooker walked down the alleyway, hoping that her luck would change soon or she would be left out of an apartment with no where to go. work was slow, but the man who wanted the rent wasn't so languid. she wished she didn't waste all of her time on men who only pretended to care, and left her for dead. at least for a few minutes each night she could pretend one of them actually cared about her. she asked the man for some money to buy some groceries. she told him she hadn't eaten in days. but she knew that she had enough money in her pocket to feed herself. food was not what she really wanted. he told her he didn't have any cash, but instead offered her a small package. more drugs. she excepted and told him with a cheap smile she would repay him, but he wasn't looking for her kind of currency. the old woman listened to a gospel radio station as she drove home. the man walked to the laundromat, but realized later that the young woman had gone. she went home with her clean clothes smelling of mint chewing gum and fabric softener. the hooker returned to her perch on the curb of the strip mall, on the dusty sidewalk where many have walked day after day. where she sits night after night, hoping someone will care enough to take her home, scanning the expanse of the littered parking lot for an honest escape. she looked like at one time she might have been someone. and wrinkles softly kissed her eyes.

broken windows.

it goes without saying that Mr.Laske made my day perfect today. i believe i smiled so largely that my face might have torn itself in half if it were possible. anyway. i have work to do, and plenty of it. a plethora of English papers are spread before me as we, well i, speak. but i cannot bring myself to them yet. i felt like writing something, but i had no idea what. and i have a wealth of time to complete said assignments anyway. i have just felt like writing today. i wrote a prose piece in Trigonometry today. its a bit long, but i think i can post it after this.

today was wonderful, even though even in the beginning i was a bit skeptical, because nothing was going according to plan. but all is well. maybe it had something to do with the weather. who knows. and now i think i will post my prose piece. perhaps it will be enjoyed.

physics is for the maleficient.

it is a fact universally acknowledged that a person who takes physics will one day want to commit an act of self sacrifice. i loathe mathematics. so why did i take an applied science? because i refuse to dissect. being that it is against my moral code. and haha, Kohlberg would say that is because i am in the postconventional stage of moral development. because i question authority. haha. seriously, though, physics gods, if you can hear me, can you please, please HELP? okay, thanks, that would be great. when i get my ankh tattoo, oh physics gods, i will dedicate it to you, dear ones.

nominus patre, nominus sante, nominus.....