It has to be me...

I mean... if I'm feeling this way about so many people, then it has to have originiated with me. But why? What is this vibe I'm giving out?

There's something I REALLY need to vent about, but I can't do it here. I'm going to have to start a secret blog. or maybe just an old fashioned journal?

I think I've been unintentionally hurt by somebody, but I'm not really sure. I don't know if I should be irritated or if the problem started with me. And I should address it, but I don't know if it would be helpful to address? Because I don't really know how to define why I'm hurt. I think I need to let it simmer so I can think it through.

I think in general, in an immediate gut place, I feel homesick. I feel overworked. I feel left out. I feel disconnected from the world. I feel like a bizarre novelty that people show their friends. I feel like a cautionary tale. I feel like my friends hardly know me and I'm sharing my deepest thoughts with any stranger who pauses for breath long enough to let me open up. I feel like I'm not worth the effort. I feel like my life is boring. I feel lost. I feel like my lunch hour is too short because I have so much more to say.

Don't get me wrong, I know I'm in the right place. This is definitely where I'm supposed to be. I'm just beginning to think I need to let go of certain things I've been holding on to, and focus my priorities on things I've discovered that make me happy.

and i need to learn how to open up and communicate with live people

Can't talk, Reading!

So I read two books in the span of a week! No, neither was a Choose
Your Own Adventure. They were both full novel-length.

- Megan

Views from the Monroe St Bridge

Taking a moment on this balmy, sunny, 20 degree afternoon to remind
myself why I fell in love with Chitown.

Date with Destiny, stood up again.

On my away message I said I was hoping to "win the lottery" at the
library. So at the library I ran into Nate, from The Lottery! That's
not what I meant!
And God laughed at me, so I scowled at Him and "accidentally" missed
church. God's really getting sick of my passive aggressive bullshit,
but I've had it up to here with His overactive sense of irony and
sarcasm.

So I decided to use my extra time this evening to primp before going out
on yet another "stalk the local celebs" adventure. As I got out of the
shower my throat started hurting again. Damn. Not another relapse!
I'm so sick of being sick! I feel like a leper, in class last weekend
and at the christmas party last night I've been afraid to touch or get
close to people because I might give them the plague. So many missed
opportunities because of a nasty little virus!

Reason #89 why dogs are more fun...

Lois will flip herself over backwards and possibly cause herself
permanent brain damage rather than let a single bubble touch the floor.

more thoughts from El train

Ew.

Just one more thing to worry about.

Imagine the velocity of a block of ice falling from the top of the Sears
Tower. Yikes.

We can't go through life with our noses in the air, but this is a good
reminder for me to keep my chin up.

Yucky Day

I have a sore throat. Apparently I need to buy waterproof snow boots,
but I'm short on the rent so I just have to layer my socks till next
payday. The platform of El Train was unbearably crowded. I could use a
little sunshine. Can't wait to come home for Christmas.
- Megan

Lois in her winter coat and booties

Yes. Its THAT cold.

Marshall Field's

Cheesborger, cheesborger, cheesborger

Check out Tuesday's special.
- Megan

Anne Coulter is a short-sighted bitchy idiot.


...or so it seems from what I read here:

http://thethingsmensay.blogspot.com/2005/06/dating-in-dc.html

I'm sorry, Mags, for taking so long to read this. But now that I have it makes me furious. Yes, men in D.C. don't know how to ask for dates, it's true. But maybe part of her problem is they AREN'T asking her out because she so stupid she can't find any place to hang out after 8pm. Where the hell part of DC did SHE live in? I never left my house BEFORE 8pm!

Aaaag! What really pisses me of is that at the beginning of the article she says she's NEVER in D.C. on the weekends. OK. Fine. But if you're never there, then what right do you have to make judgement on the nightlife you have NEVER tried to experience.

It sounds to me like somebody was snubbed by a pretentious Capitol Hill intern (who was probably a recent transplant to the city like the rest of the pompus political ilk) and she is venting every possible reason that its not her fault.

Quit looking down your nose on my home town, lady, and look in the mirror, Bitch!