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I love dances.
But I am very sore

Quick last note...

GO LEAFS GO!



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Have Funners , kids!
-Meekah

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Meekah's Adventures in Maleness , Episode Five: Wallflowers

Yes , the rumours are true. I love dancing. I love school dances just because I am A) Not old enough to go to clubs and B) All my friends are there. So , each time the student senate throws another dance extravaganza , me and my friends become very eccentric (and quite possibly very irritating) trying to convince absoloutely every single person we know who is legally allowed to come to our school dance , to go.

That said , 3/4s of the guys we know are part of that mysteriously drab little group known as the wallflowers. The guys who pay the 7 or 8 dollars to get in so they can stand along the wall and look miserable. Chris and Kevin are fairly wallflowery (Well , Kevin is just plain flowery , but does seem to like standing along walls) but we were determined to make them dance.

Surprisingly , they did , as we dragged them to last night's dance. Although admittedly they are not the most coordinated of lads (I think they each knocked me in the head with their elbows at least three times) , at least they were moving.

Which brings me to the other common type of fellow we like to call the drifter. They don't really dance much , but they do walk around from group to group of dancing young things and stand and observe for a few minutes before moving along to another group. Drifters usually also tend to be stalkers and are fairly creepy and perverted much of the time.

Which brings me to...
Meekah's Adventures in Maleness Episode 6 which is really a continuation of episode Four: Stalkers
That frightening fellow I have previously referred to in episode four who I call Pervboy has seemed to back off on the stalking after I repeatedly threatened to castrate him and make his rectal cavity cease functioning. It is a good thing he backed off because I don't think I really want to get that close to his groin but if that was what is was going to take...ew.
Pervboy has seemed to move on to stalking a few others whilst still trying to stalk me without it being evident. While dancing with my friends , he seemed to pop up at random intervals ,especially during slow songs and skanky christina agiuleira songs. Amanda has informed me he is also stalking one or two of her friends , which means he must have been a very busy stalker on Thursday. However , He seemed to disappear from my surrounding area after I glared at him and tried to put a curse on him. I'll have to try that again sometime.
The other stalker I mentioned , Friend's ex-boyfriend, had gone somewhat AWOL. Which is good because I was really beginning to be frightened by the somewhat scary Michael Jackson-In-a-daycare smile (A look Kevin seems to make somewhat often) that he kept giving me when I passed him in the hallway.
Frightening.



Well that's all of Meekah's Adventures in Maleness for now. Ta ta!
-Meekah!

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You know what annoys me? When people talk about songs that some or another artist did, and it's really a cover, and you know they have no idea who did the original..

Specifically, Don't Fear the Reaper and Wish You Were Here.

*huggles BOC and PF*

Now, I'm wondering just how many times I've done that myself.. *twitch*

(not saying covers are bad, but when people don't even realize that it *is* one.. it's sad-_-)

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The Nine Year old from Hell: A story about the future of our society
Me and my friends were at the park down the street when a bunch of little kids came. Well , no bother , I mean , after all , parks are for children and teenagers hanging out at parks are automatically targets of suspicion , but we just sat on the swings and chatted.
The little kids generally ignored us until we started yelling across the soccer field to some people we knew who were walking by. Then this very odd-looking girl screams "Shut the Fuck up you hosers!" at us. We all turn around to see this kid who is like , 4'7 , staring at us. We got to arguing and I'm really worried about our society's future if she is the average nine-year old. It went something like this.
Me: Chill out , Kiddo
Strange little girl: Shut the fuck up you whore.
My friend: Excuse me?
Strange Little Girl (SLG): You heard me. You're all fucking pricks and hoes.
Other friend: How old are you?
SLG: Nine. Don't ask me any more questions or I'll get my brother to fucking beat the shit out of you , bitch.
Me: How old is your brother?
SLG: "Eleven".
Me: We're supposed to be scared of an eleven year old? Nice try , scooter.'
SLG: You wanna say that to my fucking face , cockwhore?

And so on. Such nice kids growing up around here.
Just felt like sharing that amusing tale with you all.

-Meekah

Sickness

Bleh.. I missed two days of schooling this week...

Tuesday was the art field trip, so I only had two classes, Speech and Civics.. ugh, two of my least favorites.

Then, Tuesday evening, I started feeling really sleepy, and my skin was prickling like when I have a fever.. So I doped up on some medicine and went to sleep early.

Woke up on Wednesday, and I felt horrible, like I could barely move.. I was still sleepy feeling, and tired, and the prickling really didn't die down.

I went and got ready for school anyways, and mom said to call if I couldn't manage it..

That bus ride was torture-_- And just when I sat down in the cafeteria, it wasn't hardly any time when Megan asked me what was wrong. I tried to explain how awful I was feeling, but I couldn't, seeing as these tears just kept welling up.

She told me I looked like I was going to puke (didn't feel like it, actually.. that was today) and that when she felt like that, she couldn't help from crying either..

So with a side-stop at my locker to get rid of my two biggest books I'd brought from home (literature and science) we went to the office.

Got checked over by Nurse Heflin.. she didn't remember me from Elementary, so that made me a little sad. Took my blood pressure twice, and my heart rate.. I think the pressure was like 135/80 or something, and the heart rate was like 105@@;; Usually, when I'm sitting down doing nothing, it's like in the 70s or 80s.. Not really healthy, but not that bad, you know? She said it was because I was nervous, and I guess that's what it was.

Anyways, she decided she had no clue what was wrong, so she dug up my file and called dad, so I lay there on the rather comfortable couch/cot thing, until he got there.

Rode home feeling horrible and listening to this radio show where this lady was talking about puppies and kittens they had at the pound somewhere.. I decided all sick people should have their own kitten... Dad didn't like this idea..

Got in the house, took my shoes off, lied down on the couch.. and then slept until noon, only waking up once.

I can't remember what all was running through my sickly mind, but one thing sticks out.. I had to abstain from using any word that had the letter 'r' in it.. and when I was trying to define that to myself, not being able to use the letter 'r' or the word 'letter' or 'word' was friggin' hard.. I think I gave up and went back to peacefuller sleep.

I woke up, and decided I was hungry, so I had dad fix me some goulash.. I could barely taste it.. Then, I decided I'd have some more consciousness before I inevitably went back to sleep, and I piddled around on the computer for a couple of hours. Then, I decided I might as well have some gaming time, and went to play ffx, on my sweet, sweet, leather couch... That passed the time until like six o'clock.. and I really don't remember what else happened that evening@@

Went to sleep, and woke up the next morning, feeling almost great^^ I was still tired, but the other stuff felt like it was gone.

So I went to school, survived really well, did 14 silkscreen prints (had to keep repeating them until we got a good one.. the fourteenth..) Made sure I didn't overdo anything, and rather enjoyed myself.

Then, I got home, and didn't go to sleep (wasn't my fault.. didn't drug myself and I kept tossing and turning) until like midnight.

So I wake up this morning, feeling almost exactly like I did wednesday.

School was horrible, everytime I tried to get up to walk, I had to do it really slowly, and I'd feel sick after a little while.. I still feel like that, a little, but not nearly as much. Never could get comfortable to rest, etc...

So when I got home and ate (couldn't eat at school, was afraid I'd throw up if I ate a lot.. so I stuck to the grapes in my lunch, for the most part) and then slept for an hour and a half..

Played a bit of FFX, and here I am now.

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You know.. I never have figured out how Outlook Express constantly looses its buttons...

(it's fourth in the order of icon on the desktop... The order goes something like this:

Winamp>mIRC>Internet Explorer>Outlook>Msn

then it gets difficult

Semagic (this lj client< any other program, except sometimes windows folders
Aim-is banned from my taskbar, it has to stay in the little place by the clock, because I can't stand to see it, and I personally think it's the reason my windows don't like to switch when the computer idles for a while
Psp<Notepad when they're both open, otherwise psp<msn<anything else Anyways, Outlook looses its buttons.. At the top, where the 'New Mail, Forward, Send Recieve, Delete' and all those other big fun buttons are, they'll disappear. Right now, there's still seven there, create mail, reply, reply all, forward, print, delete and send/recieve, sometimes, it'll get down to only having two or three.. And I never have figured out how to get them back without reopening the program.. it's weird.. So I just got used to using the rightclick delete, but the send/recieve button is a sore loss, especially if it's gone when I'm checking my spam filter for ark.net