tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39182272011-04-21T18:47:15.811-07:00This is the story of a girl...Megannoreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-1088236159694862222004-06-26T00:48:00.000-07:002006-11-13T16:23:29.094-08:00

I'm sorry that I give everyone the wrong idea. "I love you even though you give me nothing"

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-1060668970516785462003-08-11T23:16:00.000-07:002006-11-13T16:23:28.999-08:00

Not much going on...I was awakened by my phone at 12:30, when Lexi was calling to ask me why I was asleep so late. Got ready, went to work, met new shift-lead guy (Aaron, from Michigan, nice, but a little flirty), got off at 8:00. Being home has become mostly an inconvenience, mostly because now my mom has gone back to work, and has gotten back into the habit of treating her family like coworkers

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-1060588955061067022003-08-11T01:02:00.000-07:002006-11-13T16:23:28.904-08:00

Alright everyone, this is how desperate I am to blog...xanga, for whatever reason, is down, and here I am, doin' it old-school-style. Yes, it's been over five months since I last made an entry in my sad little blogspot place, and I kind of missed it. It's fun to read all the old stuff, especially with what's gone on in the time between the last entry and this. I guess the biggest thing to talk

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-897010872003-02-25T00:44:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:28.813-08:00

I had the BEST day today! Woke up at about 10:30, took a leisurely shower, meandered down to Westwood to cash my check from grandma, and caught the Big Blue Bus to Santa Monica for a big day of shopping. Made my way to Bebe (straight to the clearance racks, despite my being flush with cash) and bought a little black hooded shirt-thing, with sequins on the front--cute! And totally got me ready to

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-896575222003-02-24T10:47:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:28.711-08:00

Dad and Ryan spent the weekend (well, Friday and Saturday nights) here, and we hung out and did stuff… Friday night was for going to see “Bowling For Columbine” at Ackerman, and I just have to say that EVERYONE should go see it, especially if they have any sort of feelings at all regarding issues like gun control and the like—and if you don’t have these feelings, it helps if you’re a…human?

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-893619462003-02-19T01:04:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:28.588-08:00

consider my stomach FLIPPED

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Ok, so since the dumb old Media Lab didn't have Le trou, I'm filling the time allotted on my schedule (written in Astro, ask me if you care...) with randomness. Well, guided randomness, maybe. I wrote a crappy poem while evading my WS reading in the sculpture garden today, so proceed at your own risk (note: it's rough, off the top of my head, and probably quite terrible. Be that as it may...):

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My pillow smells like boy! Goodnight...

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Aww, fun weekend with all the women in my immediate-ish family...Mom, Heather, and Grandma (Corey, bad sport that he is, was holed up sick in his room all weekend...boo). Nothing terribly notable as far as activities went, but we DID go to see the musical that Taylor was in, "The Wild Party." I'm fairly sure Taylor doesn't read this, so if I gush, he won't get all big-headed and unbearable-- it

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-891618742003-02-15T15:38:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:28.057-08:00

A turn for the better... Last night (after my second, BORING, day of work at Starbucks), went out with Patrick to Acapulco and "The Recruit." It was really fun-- no awkward pauses, no "huh, what are we gonna do NOW?"s...and how cute is it that he showed up with flowers? Yay. Came back to the room and watched late SNL and "Clerks" (haha, who said romance was dead? I watched two totally

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-891115292003-02-14T13:17:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:27.972-08:00

In the spirit of Valentine's Day, I'll post dirty lyrics...you know, 'cause romance isn't totally dead. Stroke 9's "Do It Again"... You’re instantly awake in my imagination Old-fashioned infatuation I can be anything that you want me to be And you can have me in every position that you dreamed I know you’ve got a wild streak You’re a freak You’re alone In your bed With graphic images in your

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-890220582003-02-13T00:11:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:27.893-08:00

Hmm...it's raining like a bastard. Went to the Fiat Lux, walked over to Hilgard, got on a Big (steamy!) Blue Bus down to Westwood, with the intention of going to the Gap. Gap closed, I ventured on to Ann Taylor, only to blow almost $40 at Victoria's Secret on 5 new pairs of underwaer and cute, light blue boy shorts with a poodle and "Ooh la la!" on them. Haha, I do believe I tricked the

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-889194112003-02-11T08:54:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:27.715-08:00

Could today be a "carpe diem" day? We'll see... "The celestial atmosphere encourages you, as far as love and romance are concerned, to actively pursue someone altogether eligible. This isn't your normal style, as you are usually far too proud to make it known that you have feelings. But something in the air is encouraging you to give a nod and a wink instead of a cold stare. Go on - make

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-888702822003-02-10T13:13:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:27.632-08:00

[ x ]Spell your first name backwards – Nagem (quite unattractive, no?) [ x ] Are you a lesbian – not yet…but if this whole “guy” thing doesn’t work out, who knows? Nope, I’m destined to die alone in a cat-filled apartment, without any sort of male OR female romatic companion (damn the proximity of Valentine’s Day!) [ x ] Where do you live – right now, scary LA. Well, Westwood doesn’t count as

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-885973842003-02-05T09:01:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:27.530-08:00

Why horoscopes (or at least astrologers) are the dumbest thing ever: "Are you into abstract art forms, dear Sagittarius? Today you could find yourself irresistibly drawn to them, whether we're talking about blank verse, abstract painting, or New Age music. If you're into the arts yourself, you might want to try your hand at whatever discipline appeals to you the most. If you aren't, attend a

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-884550132003-02-02T20:41:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:27.442-08:00

I'm in the market for a Valentine...any takers?

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-884188932003-02-02T04:07:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:27.324-08:00

First of all, something from my horoscope (I don't put too much stock into it, but for what it's worth...): "You may find yourself staring at a blank page for what seems like hours on end while you try to get down on paper what you really want to say, dear Sagittarius." ...which is odd, considering the day I've had. Went to Borders with Andy, Brian, and Gemma, and proceeded to peruse fiction,

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-884162142003-02-02T01:24:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:27.242-08:00

All the other kids were doing it, so I had to join in... Megan, your unconscious mind is driven most by Imagination This means you have a deep desire to use innovative ideas to enhance your life and influence the world around you. This drive influences you far more than you may realize on a conscious level. Your need to be innovative drives how you look at new opportunities and the kinds of

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-882997272003-01-30T17:29:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:27.151-08:00

Ok, I feel a little better today. :) Went to WS10, did my journals in the blinding sun while sitting on a bench behind Powell, came back to the room (yeah, I didn't go to Astro), and SLEPT. The weirdest thing happened while I was sitting there, catching up on my WS journals (there were only two...): this guy approaches me, and is all, "Hey, you..." I had NO idea who he was, so I was like, Hi..

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-882224492003-01-29T11:51:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:27.065-08:00

It's official, I'm broken. I'm sick, bloated, tired, and nobody loves me. Never let it be said that I'm not dramatic... My burgeoning madness has taken to revealing itself while I'm asleep, in the forms of talking, tossing, and turning. According to Michelle, there are entire conversations going on while I'm fast asleep, blissfully unaware of my chatter. Sorry if I'm any more unpleasant than

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-880580792003-01-26T12:00:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:26.984-08:00

Argh, everyone was gone this weekend! Well, not really. But Andy and Brian and Michael were gone, so that left me with Gemma, who came over on Friday night to watch "Sex and the City" (she'd never seen it, the poor thing) and "Alias" and eat Puzzles. My Dad came back from Amsterdam on Friday night, so after all the girl festivities wrapped up, he came, picked me up, and drove back to the hotel so

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-879817122003-01-24T15:31:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:26.899-08:00

I might be a robot. I haven't cried in a situation that involved a guy since September of 2001, and last night I cried exactly two tears, one from each eye. And that was it. It was over. One, two, dab, dab, done.

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I should be better at this, too: "He's going out with someone else now." "Well, that's ok, right? You don't care, do you?" "No! Of course I don't care. Totally ok." Guess what? I do care, even though I'm too much of a wimp to say so. Happy?

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-879121622003-01-23T11:02:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:26.722-08:00

I should be better at this, more articulate. I've done it enough times to be slightly better than proficient, but I still manage to mess it up. Of course I cared...I care. If I didn't, do you think there even would have been any discussion about it? If I had just decided that I wanted you out of my life entirely, forever and ever amen, do you think I would have even bothered to say more than, "

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-873192612003-01-12T13:33:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:26.642-08:00

And now I've been back for a week...joyjoyjoy. This week has seemed at times almost incomprehensibly long, and I think that's because I've been busier than I have at any other time (since I've been here, at least). Of course there are classes: Astro 3, French 41, Women's Studies 10, and a Fiat Lux on urban legends. Only big problems so far? The TA for Astro is the most inarticulate person that

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-869539962003-01-04T23:48:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:26.555-08:00

Ohh, I go back to school tomorrow! I've had fun here, and I got to see a bunch of my friends and my family...but it's time to go back to school. I want to go back to someplace where I feel like I have a sense of purpose, drama be damned. And...I miss my LA friends! Yesterday, now that I think about it, was really, really, REALLY busy. I went to the dentist and got that pesky cavity filled (no

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-868662752003-01-02T23:06:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:26.468-08:00

Ok, so Christmas and New Year's have come and gone, and...well, who really wants any sort of itemized list? Let's just say I did well...if my broken home is good for anything, it's gotta be presents. I received an unprecedented amount of pants from both parents, and three new purses-- these people know what I like (and yes, I am aware of the large amounts of both pants and purses I possess. Oh,

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Why I love Vu-Ha so much... MegStandridge (12:41:20 AM): so it was a Big Day MegStandridge (12:41:32 AM): I was strong, though! you should be proud! LilAznMonk408 (12:42:46 AM): i am proud LilAznMonk408 (12:42:50 AM): now.... LilAznMonk408 (12:42:58 AM): LET'S GET DRUNK! MegStandridge (12:43:01 AM): yay! LilAznMonk408 (12:43:02 AM): sorry MegStandridge (12:43:02 AM): can we? LilAznMonk408 (12:43

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Ok, and now I feel a lot better about nearly everything... Yesterday I went shopping at Valley Fair (my mall! You've gotta love a mall that has a Tiffany in it, right? Well, I do) with Dan, and got absolutely nothing done. But it was nice to meander around with him and look at stuff for people that I don't really plan to shop for (yes, Andy, I realize I dangled...but this is what our long

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-862637382002-12-19T02:08:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:26.225-08:00

For anyone who ever wanted to know what kind of kisser I am, I took a quiz on emode to answer that burning question... "Romantic Kisser Whew, is it warm in here or is that just you? When it comes to kissing, you get your drive from the lure of romance. For you, it's more than a meeting of the lips. You appreciate kissing for the rush and for what it symbolizes. Long-stemmed roses, candlelight

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-862626822002-12-19T01:17:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:26.138-08:00

First, the good news: I spent today up in San Francisco with Dave, which was really nice. We ended up taking BART up, so that was fun...woohoo, nice public transit! Went to the SF Shopping Center, Union Square, then on an odyssey to North Beach. To make a short story of a long trek, let's just say we found what we were looking for (The Steps of Rome) about 30 minutes later than we should have.

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Home, and it's weird. Jesus.

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For a girl who has so much to say, I sure don't put too much time into preserving the gems that occasionally fall out of my head (by the way, ew. What an image). Ok, so of course I went home for Thanksgiving. It was nice to get home and see the little family and, of course...the DOG! Ohhh, and I got to sleep in my big ol' bed, which was weird, compared to my bed here at school-- the one at home

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-850475432002-11-25T02:10:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:25.880-08:00

Saw "Harry Potter" with Brian on Thursday night. Don't know HOW I managed to omit that fact, 'cause it was really, really good. But don't take MY word for it. Run out and see the new Harry Potter movie! You heard me! RUUUUUUUNNNNNN!!!! SAAAAATURDAY! I actually left the building...I managed to conquer my mournful mood in response to the event of Andy's departure, and ended up going to 3rd Street

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-849503902002-11-22T17:18:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:25.795-08:00

And one more thing...my "Word of the Day" (for all four of you who read this) is...DUPLICITOUS. Look it up, and consider its role in your life and in mine.

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What's my problem? I've been doing some thinking (you know, for a change of pace...), and I think I've narrowed it down to a couple of things: ...almost all of my *primary* friends are guys. How has this happened? I think it's a kind of pattern, especially since I've gotten here to LA. It takes too much to be acble to form relationships with girls, like I feel as though as I'm putting more out

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-849144162002-11-22T00:27:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:25.638-08:00

I suppose I should update, if only to chart the progress of the resolutions... 1) I went to all my classes, baby! ALL of them! I was really tired, and ended up taking some too-long, disorienting naps, but I was in attendance every single day. 2) I love my friends. I'm still slightly afraid of the whole "We've known each other for about five minutes, and I'm supposed to trust you?" thing, but..

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I think I should make some resolutions for the week...that way, it's a much smaller scale than any sort of New Year's resolution-type thing, and I might actually have some sense of accomplishment if I follow through with any of them. 1) Go to all my classes. Even psychobiology. ESPECIALLY psychobiology. I'm gonna get at LEAST a B- in that class, even if it kills me. Well, maybe not if it's gonna

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-846557502002-11-17T02:12:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:25.476-08:00

...and that, boys and girls, is what a blog entry looks like under the influence of Stoli Vanilla. Very confusing, even to the author. And you can IMAGINE what effort it took to type even that little blurb. Went and saw "Lilo and Stitch" with the usual suspects: Andy, Brian, Steve, Gemma. Was nearly brought to tears by Disney, once again...I AM GOING TO DIE ALONE! I have no ohana! Ohhh, damn you

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-846194842002-11-16T05:03:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:25.394-08:00

Why am I awake right now? Confusion. Why am I confused right now? Not such an easy answer. Sleep on the floor. Not a good answer, either. In response to a rumor? Ridiculous. In response to whatever might be going on right now? Even more ridiculous. Share. Didn't you go to kindergarten? You're smarter than I am...respond! I'm so lame, so...a girl. And a five-year-old one, at that, for wishing you

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-845906642002-11-15T12:09:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:25.317-08:00

"Lucky you," says the tiny pink bottle that houses my probably-too-expensive perfume. "Lucky me?" I think aloud, because I'm insane. "Look at my life, man..." Yersterday was official Self-Pity Day (for me, anyway), in which I managed to go to both of my lectures (yeah, even psychobio...weird. We learned a lot about gonads and rat sex...), have a semi-alone lunch, go into Westwood to the farmer's

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-845317282002-11-14T08:41:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:25.247-08:00

Ok, sorry about the last entry...I couldn't sleep. I COULD sleep last night, however, and sleep I did-- from 11:30 until 8:10! Oh, how I LOVE to get the "8 hours" that all the kids are raving about. This was only after I watched the stupid Diane Sawyer interview with Jennifer Lopez, who is now *officially* engaged to Ben Affleck (what a horrendous pair...). The whole thing made me so sad, as she

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-844764122002-11-13T08:08:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:25.175-08:00

[11/13/2002 1:57:53 AM | Megan Standridge] Spent Saturday night at the Beach, trying to get started on the paper or at least studying for the psychobio test, but ended up just watching "The Virgin Suicides" and "My Fair Lady"...no life, indeed. The yucky raininess that had persisted since Thursday finally came to and end on Sunday, when the sky was blindingly bright-- don't worry, I didn't do

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-842891982002-11-09T13:13:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:24.866-08:00

Why is it that Friday nights are NEVER as exciting as they should be? Saw "Y Tu Mama Tambien" (I know, I know, shudder at the lack of accents...), and it was just about everything I expected. Sex-filled, funny, and kind of a little mysterious and weird somethimes, just like...Mexico? Oh, I don't know. Went with Andy and Brian (shock of all shocks...) and it was less odd to see a movie like THAT

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-841940122002-11-07T14:56:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:24.799-08:00

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday...where oh where to begin. Ah yes, I went to Andy's "business meeting," which was this thing that he had to meet some random guy at the Coffee Bean (not the Olive Garden one, the Gayley one...smart guy!) for, and something about which he knew practically nothing, except that it had to do with money. I believe the approach on Bruin Walk was some crappy line like, "

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-841412602002-11-06T15:40:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:24.728-08:00

Beautiful Wednesday, with Thursday so close I can taste it! Had English today, where I made friends with this guy, Nick, who's from Saratoga and went to Mitty-- yay, someone from (close to) home! I emoted over missing my dog and driving, and we talked about stuff in the area. It made me happy, and at the same time, a little sad to think about home. What was I doing a year ago? Wait, let me

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-841024232002-11-05T22:02:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:24.653-08:00

Another hot night in Westwood...which, of course, involves watching "Will and Grace" at 6:30 with Andy, doing some reading (yay, Shakespeare!), and quasi-watching CNN with Michelle, who is endearingly obsessed with the election craziness. How upsetting is the idea of crappy Supreme Court appointments? Right to choose? Gone? TERRIFYING! I have a terrible craving for ice cream, and am tempted to

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-840840782002-11-05T15:14:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:24.585-08:00

Ok, so today was the big day of the Language midterm...which, for some reason, had me really worried. It's not like I get nervous about tests, and it's not like I wasn't familiar with the material. I guess it was the still-intimidating Big College Test thing that got me. Oh, but stop crying for ME, Argentina...I totally bitch-slapped it! If I didn't get at least a B, then some

Megannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918227.post-840506352002-11-05T00:56:00.000-08:002006-11-13T16:23:24.510-08:00

If Britney Spears and Fat Bastard were to have a kid, I'd like to think that this child would resemble Anna Nicole Smith.

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