I'm running out of time to type and Michael has mono. We had a blast but now it's time to get bakc on land. I made some cool new friends and lots of new memories with old friends. See yall in a few days!

Good morning! We didn't get to bed till 3am but we are up at 8:30 anyways to watch the Bahamas drift away on the skyline. Our room is at the "aft" of the ship near the propellers and stuff, so when they went to back out of the lil cruise ship parking lot our room started to wiggle a bit and it woke me up. It's really hard to know what time it is when there is no working window.

Last night was fun we have kind of formed a little dinner group. The tables seat 10 and we made friends with the first set of guys we sat with and the next night our new friends and some friends we met at other functions all sat together. Apparently the accountants think we are cool. Maggie tried to fix their TV. Today there are events planned scattered throughout the day but we will most likely go back to the cave and go back to sleep. None of our friends are up yet as far as we know and I really don't blame them a bit.

I haven't gotten ANY email as long as I've been here. Wierd. I mean even the junk mail has slowed to a trickle. I hope kelleher.net is working.

Now Nassau is just a dark line in the distance and we are truly trapped on the boat for the next 24 hours. Nothing scandalous has happened yet but I do have some funny stories. The best thing that has happened so far is racing around in the horse and buggy with Freddy and Seabiscuit.

Say hi to the Cicadas for me!!

We arrived in Nassau as we slept, but we had no idea because we have an inside cabin so behind the curtain above my bed there is nothing but a wall. We opened the curtain to pretend anyway.

Our cabin steward's last name is Ho. So he told us to call him "Ho ho ho" So of course we do. When we came back to our rooms after our fancy dinner we found mints and our covers turned down for us... we jumped up and down on the beds singing "we love Ho ho ho!!!"

We finally got ourselves out into the sunlight around 10am. We wandered around Nassau for a couple hours and had lunch with a pirate. Maggie took a picture. It's fun to see Danni's first experience with another country. She is flabbergasted by the palm trees. And this morning at breakfast she looked out and said, "That's a wierd bird, I've never seen one like that before" like it was a mutated seagull or something. I was snarky and said, "yeah it's like a different species or something." I know my sciency friends are saying well maybe it is related to a seagull... but shut up... nobody cares.

The view from the internet lounge is bright and sunny... it definitely beats all the internet cafes I saw in Mexico. There is cheezy lounge music coming from the next room. The boat rocks slowly and makes me sleepy.

Many of you may be saying... "Isn't this a singles cruise? Aren't you supposed to be out hunting men or something? We've definitely made some friends so far. The three of us sat with a repo man at the comedy club last night and the abundance of middle aged women on the ship have turned out to be a blessing in disguise because some bring sons with them. At dinner it turns out they seated us by age. So we met some great people that way. They played this "lock and key" game yesterday but it was kind of lame because each key opens up like 6 different locks and vice versa. Each time the lock got opened you got a raffle ticket, and the raffle prizes were more stupid singlescruise.com t-shirts - which all of us already have.

Whatever.

Yeah so the camp factor is super high on this trip. So much cheezyness. I'm embracing it though. We did some salsa-dancing in the "Diamonds are Forever" lounge last night, and I wanted to do kareoke but we got to the "Stars Bar" just as they were wrapping things up.

Tonight there is a cocktail party with a bigband. I'm super psyched. I have to go primp now with my girls. I'll try to write again tomorrow.

Peace out!

I'm on the ship! We haven't left port yet but we got here early "(promise it wasn't my idea) It's expensive to be online here. I bought an hour's worth of time for like $20. so I'm limiting myself to 15 minutes at a time. I'll write more after we've officially met up with the singles. There are TONS of them. All in their T-Shirts. Crazy FUN! We met some nice girls our age at lunch from Jersey. The 300 singles are all different ages.

OK I'll see ya later.

I am in Ft. Lauderdale. JetBlue is AWESOME! They are so kooky and fun. Maggie got her bag searched by Dulles security because of the sack of quarters in her quilted green bag. But we were there way early so it didn't matter.

Danielle's first flight went pretty smoothly, and when the flight attendant gave little wing pins to the toddlers on board I convinced her to give one to Danni too. Danni and Mags are in awe of the palm trees and the colors. It's nice to be down south again. What the hell am I thinking talking about going to Chicago???

Topher is breezy and cool as usual. He took us to a fun place at lunch where we sat under a palm tree and rocked the booth back and forth in the breeze. I have to go now, Mags and I are headed to the beach. Tata!

"The business of finding a mate and reproducing is the sole purpose of the cicadas' short existence above the ground. It begins with the males flying to a sunny tree and, with thousands of their buddies, beating out a tune on their undersides. "
- National Geographic May 11, 2004

I was just doing a little cicada research to see how long they would be around and I came across this quote. The part about thousands of buddies beating out a tune on their undersides to attempt to attract women reminded me of the theatre guys for some reason. I think that's the reason many guys take up the guitar.

oops! Too much science! Gotta go!

I still don't understand this wacky new format on blogger.com it just ate one of muy posts and it was probably the funniest one I've ever written. Now you will just have to take my word when I say I am a comic genious!

I think I mentioned a picture I drew of cicadas attacking my house. and then I laughed about the fact that I'm going to the Bahamas.

haha. suckers.


I'm pretty sure that's how it ended.

Well just like the last time I went abroad, I will do my best to find internet access and ramble on to you from places unknown.

It has been a long time my Blog.

I really don't like the keyboard on my mom's computer so my lengthy typing fits are not so free-flowing since I moved home. I really need to get my act together and hook the laptop up to the network here.

I am BORED!!!


Don't get me wrong... as usual I have plenty of things I should be doing. But nothing FUN! I'm so psyched that Weggie suggested going to Van Dyck again. And I'm actually planning a Workshop night just so I have something to look forward to. Well there is that whole "Cruise to the Bahamas" thing happening this week... but that doesn't count.

I miss campus life already. I knew I would, but being 27 I think there's pretty much nothing more I can do about it. Except maybe move into a hip apartment building in the city... but I can't afford that yet.

Somebody PLEASE oh please CALL ME!





no

I'm not desperate.

Not in the least.

cicadas

Everyone's talking about cicadas... so why not me too? I heard and saw them yesterday. I didn't hear or see any today because I never left my house... AND I DON'T PLAN ON IT!!! Blood thirsty bumble-steroid-flies!!! aaag!!!

As for the Par-tay... no need to get fancy, but be forwarned - there might be hot guys there. (I didn't feel like answering each individual email)

Never underestimate the power of saying, "I'm glad you made it home OK, thanks for calling, I was really worried." Even if it's a complete lie, and even if you are talking to an independent girl like me, hearing it still feels really nice.

Tonight I hung out with Jenn and Ahn and Luci and Nate and Darlene in "Ahn's" apartment (Jenn had officially checked out). I got there kinda late and missed most of the fun, but it was cool to hang out in the apartments one last time. I hadn't hung out in an apartment since last year... probably during the first and last time I watched Dawson's Creek the night before I moved out. Ahhh memories.

Speaking of memories, I was reminded of how I used to hang out with Slarkin at the TAP desk when I stopped in to say hi to Zach tonight. Those were good times. I'm pretty sure Gurdeep still has no idea who I am. The apartments were the best. They may be tiny and a bit smelly... but it was so much more social than the guilded cage that is Liberty Square.

As I was leaving Zach offered to call the escort service for me, and I said no my car's right outside and joked about the odds of getting raped walking 15 yards to my car. So I said, "Adios! I'm going to go get raped now!" and he told me not to joke about stuff like that. Then as I was walking across the street, this sports car turns on it's headlights and revs it's engine and starts careening towards me. I ponder the thought of a door swinging open and yanking me inside, never to be heard from again... and begin to run... in a casual "I'm not scared" kind of way. Then I hear Jenn yell my name as she rolls down the window of the sportscar. I wasn't scared. Really. I just have an attuned sense of irony.

Just a few hours before, I had been telling Millie about how I used to be convinced that I would die before I graduated college... so all week I've really been watching my back and jumping at the slightest sign of a piano falling on my head or something like that and then Bumshweeka here gives me a heart attack in the parking lot!

So then Jenn and I said goodbye for the millionth time. And Milo and I went back to the empty edifice of the elite. It's so dirty in here... the shrapnel of the mass exodus of underclassmen is littered all over the lobby and hallways.

It's hard to distinguish today from any other day... only the abundance of parking in the square and the lack of country music, let me know that time has passed. It's the end of an era! ...as Monica and Rachel say. So true.

When Jenn said "Peace!" through the window of her car and drove off, I knew it was really over.


I'm home now. And tomorrow night I will be in my new/old home. I got home ok... and despite my jokes, I did not get raped... or run over.

MeganK77: YOU
MeganK77: are so drunk
Allis17: HAHAH
MeganK77: sooo drunk
Allis17: it's ok 'm flossing my teeth

I have begun the vain practice of entering my own name in search engines to see how famous I am. I'm not famous yet, but I know a lot more about "Megan's Law" than I ever cared to.

Downloaded me some Snood today... BAD IDEA.

I should really go outside before the sun goes down.
Today was a bad day... nothing bad happened... I just feel yucky inside.

Forgive me if things are a bit discombobulated but blogger.com just introduced a new format and it's throwin me off a bit.

What I meant to say was about the song.
Apparently I'm not the only person who likes "Am I Awake" by They Might Be Giants. It is being used for a TLC show called "Resident Life" so you can check out the full song, video, and pics of the Johns at this link. http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/residentlife/music/music.html

The video is mediocre, I don't think it's the REAL video... just like an extended ad for the show. But the pics of the Johns are fun.

I'm sure my fellow TMBG fans are like... geez Meegs, you didn't know that? Well I'm sure I heard that bit of news before I heard ths song for the first time, but now I'm just putting it all together. I've never seen the show, I just got the CD it is on for my birthday.

I'm not really gone until Thursday so I don't want to take down the posters or put the TV in the box because I WILL be here. But not that much I guess. Its such a tough decision. Last year I decided on keeping the hominess up until the last minute and that was a bad idea. I suppose I should make my walls hospital white as soon as possible so I don't leave half my shizznit in my room like last year.

Oh yeah, and I found out that my grandma went to the hospital last night. So that sucks. I'm going to visit her today. I heard it's a hip thing, but she doesn't like to be slowed down like that so it's probably pretty hard on her. Could ya please give her a moment of your prayers? Or to my theatre peeps... think happy thoughts.

I don't want to go home. Being at Mason has been like some kind of crazy dream. Like I've been in a coma or something. Now it's time to wake up and go back to work at Mt. Vernon in the morning. I hope my uniform is clean. I wonder if when I wake up I will be back to the time when I was driving the Reliant K with the broken power steering and the flies in the trunk and it was easier to bike to work. It was nice that I got to dream about being an actress. It's too bad I can't do that when I'm awake. That was cool. And I met all these crazy people in my dream... I can't begin to describe them all... but they've been great. Maybe I'll dream about them again. I'm not ready to wake up. I think I should take some Nyquil and lay back down in my dirty little purple dream dorm bed so I don't have to go back to that life that I hated so much.

To my dream friends... don't let me lose touch way out in Mt. Vernon... please. I don't want to be like that again. I may look like I've changed since then, but it's all an act. On the inside I'm still scared and lonely.

Papers and Finals and 10 hour rehearsals are tough... but they were the best vacation from clinical depression a girl could ever hope for.

Please don't let me go. My worst fear is to slip away again.

please?

The song "Am I Awake?" by TMBG is a good description of how I felt writing my papers last week.

Am I awake?

What time is it?

When I get through this day
Can someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?

The coffee's cold, did I forget to drink it yet
Did I forget?
My clothes are wet I don't remember drinking it

When I get through this part
Will the next one be the same
Will I be wondering
If I'm awake?

These are not the clothes I had on when I went to bed
And something else besides my hair is growing from my head
And when I close my eyes it looks the same as when I open them again

Am I awake?

What time is it?

Is it that time again?
Wasn't it already then?
So does it have to be
The time it was again

When I get through this day
Can't someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
Am I awake?

I hope I invited enough people to my graduation party. tee hee.
I think I'm missing some email addresses, so if I forgot yours let me know.

DONE! done done done DONE!!

naptime!

One of the strangest things about pulling an all-nighter is how often I have to pee. Here I go again. Only one more paper to go. Reportage, Analysis, Judgement. Can't I just skip to the judgement? The Ballet SUCKED! The end. There's my paper.

When I was in highschool, I always thought I would die young. I was sure I wouldn't live through college. Now that graduation is next week, I have to be EXTRA careful. Of course since I started taking the Zoloft I've stopped dreaming of my impending doom. But still. It never hurts to be careful.

I'd like to tell you a little story about a kid named Pants.

I keep telling myself that I should take my contacts out.

But then I realize I've been wearing my glasses for at least 20 hours.

Pant's are SO overrated.
I have now completed 3 of the 5 papers I set out to write on Monday. woohoo!
YEAH!

Leena, my roomate on the other side of the apartment, and I are both going crazy. We've been locked in our rooms all day. We each had no idea that the other was here. Then I heard a noise out there, and I poked my head out my door sideways and said, whatcha doin? and she jumped like 3 feet. We made a pact to get eachother outside. So around 11:45 we wandered around campus and I came home with some Ice Cream and a free Red Bull... I've never had one... those things scare me. The study break worked. When we got back I wrote most of my 3rd paper in under 45 minutes. yeah! Now I'm back to procrastinating. The first sentence is always the hardest to write.

I stopped wearing pants about an hour ago. This is what Elly and I would refer to last year as "naked time." We've never had a "naked time" here in B406 and I think that's sad. I danced over to Leena's room and frantically got her attention and announced that I'm not wearing pants. Actually I think I made up a song. She laughed for like 10 minutes. When I finished my last paper I went out there to get Ice Cream and she was like... are your pants back on yet? I was lika what? Dem ting ain't comin back on tonight! I been awake WAY to long to deal wita dem pants.
I'm not sure where the Jamiacan Jarjar Binks accent came from. But it's GOT to GO.

I'd like to apologise in advance to anyone working at the box office today for the drool, the blank stares, and the lack of math skills.

I miss out on so much when I procrastinate, last night I missed Karaoke, and tonight I'm missing Cinco de Mayo. I really should have started on this stuff 16 weeks ago. Dude, this sounds familiar, I think I wrote the same thing last December during finals.

Anyways, what I'm really here to talk about is my pink Renuzit candle. I'm upset. It has lasted all year and now upon trimming the excess wax around the top, I have found that we are in our final days together. We have about 3/4 inches of candle left. Which is great for a tea light, but for a free-standing 3 inch pillar candle... it doesn't look good. I've been trying to find another pink renuzit... I love the sassy, spicy, floral smell... like somebody pureed a sack of day old roses! But alas another pink renuzit is nowhere to be found. I wish I knew what the smell was called so I could ask you all to look for one for me, but all the label on the bottom says is, "DO NOT REMOVE THIS LABEL...failure to follow these directions could result in unexpected fire hazard or personal injury" aww... pink renuzit... you say the sweetest things. I will make the most of our time together... you will rid my room of the smell of old socks, and I will bask in the glow of your light for one more day.

>>sniff<<

When I am procrastinating I tend to read the away messages of my friends... I found a common thread today and wanted to share. So here is a taste of what the GMU Campus feels like today, with today's TOP TEN AWAY MESSAGES!!

10. "exam"
9. "studying and really doing it"
8. "at work, all day, again, oh lord someone help me"
7. "sooo close to the end"
6. "Going crazy Join the club"
5. "down and out for the count."
4. "spanish 202 final. shoot me now."
3. "i feel dead inside."
2. "don't squeeze me i'm full of information"
1. "DON'T WANT TO GO TO THE THEATRE!!! "


I can't wait until I'm done with all this schnizzle. So let's do it! Write the damn paper, Megan!! What the hell is your problem! Yes! I'll write the paper!

... after this short intermission... mmm crabcake.

NOTHING HAS GOTTEN DONE!!!

Noodles was a bad idea. Memo to self, when actually trying to get work done, stay away from trendy places where High School students go for lunch.

I have to get out of here to study, I think I'm going to Noodles if you are looking for me call my cell.

Thanks to Jessica, I'm listening to the ice cold sounds of Michael Buble. I just think it's cool that his name is Buble. Buble tee hee.

Anyways, so last night after I coaxed Danni and Maggie out of their caves to hang out with me we went to Sweetwater, and even though the crab thingys look like little birdsnests, they are mighty tasty. We sat there with maps of Florida and the Bahamas all over the table plotting our Memorial Day adventures. I'm pretty psyched about this, but I will be more excited after I pass history... if. The waitress looked at our Mount Nerderific pile of tourbooks and asked us if we were going on a trip. Duh. I said something snarky... I think she spit in my food. Whatever.

Afterwards it was only 9 and I didn't want to go back to my whole "passing class" thing that I attempt there, so I decided to do one of the things on my list of "scary things" from my comedy bible. Yep. I finally did it. Shock! Horror! I did the scary thing!







I went to a movie... BY MYSELF!!!



Yes!



Are you disappointed? You thought I did something else? Haha.
Fooled you.

Well anyways, going to the movie by myself was kind of anti-climactic. It was very cool, because it sure as hell beat the alternative, which is to rent a movie and pause it every 5 mintues for roomate interruptions... yeah it sucks being the only one in my apartment without a tv in the bedroom. I saw 50 First Dates which was awesome! I love Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. And it was a funny, different kind of story. I mean it was predictable, I knew there HAD to be a happy ending, but I had no idea how they were going to make it happen. It was fun and cool.
The only bad thing about going to a movie by myself is I had nobody to say, "hey wasn't that cool?" with on the way to my car. Yeah, but other than that everything was fine. I mean, you're not supposed to talk to people during movies so it makes sense to go alone, but I miss the little nudges and whispers that automatically happen in a good movie. So I would definitely not mind going solo again, but only under extreme circumstances. Like if I end up moving to Chicago and don't know anybody for 500 miles. But other than that, I feel like I have a wide enough social circle that it's not really necessary. I mean there have been many times in the past when I didn't know anybody who wanted to see artsy movies, but over the past couple years I have found some.

It is definitely better to watch a movie in a theatre than at home, for the atmosphere, the lack of interruptions, and the smell of popcorn. So even though I have babbled back and forth about it, my final verdict is: I wouldn't mind going solo to a movie again, but I'll make a couple calls before I do because there's probably someone else out there who wants to see it too who wouldn't mind my little nudges and funny faces during the good parts.

MeganK77: I want to go somewhere TONIGHT!
Spacecowgyrl79: umm sorry i am in my PJ's
TermiteDanni: umm I'm still at work
MeganK77: umm, what time is it?
TermiteDanni: umm 6:21pm
MeganK77: neither of you should be doing either of those things
TermiteDanni: dammit
TermiteDanni: she's got us there
Spacecowgyrl79: yes yes she does
TermiteDanni: we're such party poopers
MeganK77: It's a sad sad day when Meegs is the voice of reason

Notice in the picture of the parking ticket below, the bruise under my right eye. Zach did that to me! He is not getting away with this domestic abuse! I am sharing the whole story for the world to know the TRUTH!


I will finally tell you what happened Wednesday Night:

When I called the cops Zach told Officer Bob that it was an "accident" that we were playing "basketball" at the "park"

I said, no way! "He was playing "Mike Tyson" on my "face" "

So the cop said, "OK, Tina... let's take a look at that shiner of yours" and turned my face to the light. Officer Bob pulled back his hand smeared with a black substance. "This isn't a bruise, this is stage makeup... explain yourself"

I replied, "Well, I'm in this Chekov workshop and it's being filmed so I put on eyeliner and mascara... What's wrong? Do I look puffy? Lucy! I need a spot check on the eyeliner!! ...and then afterwards the whole gang went to the park and started playing basketball. It's my birthday, you know."

The cop sighed "So he didn't punch you in the face?" He looked me up and down as Lucy reapplied my under-eye concealer and dabbed my face with opaque powder. It was 3am after all and even Clinique Stay-Buff can't last THAT long.

I noticed he seemed confused, so I figured he recognised me, "You think I look familiar, don't you? Yes, I am THAT Megan Kelleher. Liz! Sweetie! Would you be a doll and fetch the officer a headshot? And one of those cutie patootie gel pens I bought the other day!!"

"M'am! Would you please just answer the question??" Officer Bob interrupted gruffly.

"Question?" I pondered absentmindedly. As I handed Liz my keys.

"Did Mr Myers punch you in the face?" he pleaded gesturing to Zach, who having gotten pretty comfy in his cuffs had somehow managed to strip down to his boxers and was beginning to do his famous "Cell Block Nine" dance on the picnic table.

"Well not technically... but I definitely got hit... there was a basketball, and... hey, where did Weggie and Melel go? They were my witnesses!"

Lucy, shushed me frantically, "ixnay... opkay" And I remembered that my friends have automatic fight or flight reactions around Johnny Law, and if they chose "flight" there is more than likely a reason and it's probably best to leave them hiding in the port-o-johns for a few minutes.

Officer Bob rolled his eyes, "I'm a cop, I know pig latin."

"Michael was playing too! Tell them!" I shouted.

My brother jumped up from where he had been leaning on the cop car hitting on Officer Jane. "Huh?" "I like bananas!" He replied.

"See Bob? Mikey likes bananas. Look at what you've done. Are you satisfied now?" I said, "Would you please let us continue our picnic in peace?"

Throwing his clipboard on the ground and holding his head Officer Bob yelled, "YOU called US! There was a report of domestic abuse at Van Dyck Park!"

"Yes! My eye!" I retorted with equal exasperation. "Would you please do something?!?!"

Officer Bob laid out the facts "What do you expect us to do?!?! You put on too much makeup.."

"I was on stage!" I interrupted.

"Yes... and played basketball and this sweaty shirtless kid knocked into you and smeared it! That is not a crime." Officer Bob was at the end of his rope.

"Did you interview any witnesses? There was a crime commited here tonight! I demand satisfaction!"

Tom started strumming his guitar and Mikey picked up the Djimbe as Zach started singing, "I CAN'T GET NO..."

Officer Bob shouted above the bad Rolling Stones cover, "Yes, we've interviewed everyone here and the only fact that agrees is that you suck at basketball. They all say you suck so bad it should be a crime, but unfortunately I can't arrest you for that - " He had to stop lecturing me to rescue Officer Jane. Apparently she tried to interrupt Zach's Mick Jagger impression to take off the handcuffs and he and Mike were grinding her from either side. Weggie and Melel had reappeared and were trying to play "Heya" by Outkast on the Djimbe.

As officers Bob and Jane peeled out to get away from us Mikey sang, "Yall don't want to hear me, you just wanna dance."

MeganK77: you've got mail
TermiteDanni: I do?!?
TermiteDanni: nice...
MeganK77: I'm in a tippy typy kinda mood
TermiteDanni: is that good or bad?
MeganK77: neither, just wordy
TermiteDanni: the friggin phones are driving me nuts
MeganK77: you should get a rabbit
TermiteDanni: what does that have to do with phones?
MeganK77: Sophie used to chew through the phone lines when we would let her out of her cage to play
MeganK77: you could go about your business
TermiteDanni: oh yeah....
MeganK77: nobody would know
MeganK77: until someone said, "oh cute! a little bunny!"
TermiteDanni: (devilish laugh)
MeganK77: bunnies make people happy
MeganK77: they will pet the bunny, and the phones will be silent
MeganK77: everybody wins
TermiteDanni: nice...
TermiteDanni: you know my horoscope said to stay home today....I'm wishing I had listened to it...
MeganK77: oooh! I listened!
TermiteDanni: you're not a gemini
MeganK77: but I'm a good listener

Parking ticket? I don't think so.

I am so tired. I'm on break from the Chekov workshop and I really need to shower, but I'm afraid if I do I will fall asleep in the shower and drown and then I will be late for rehearsal and that is BAD!!!