A New Year & A New Look

Hi everyone!
I decided to embrace 2014 with a new look for my blog!! I hope you all like it. I thought the photograph was so sweet, so I naturally made it my background ;)

One of my New Years Resolutions is going to be to post more, and hopefully gain some followers!! I'm no longer going to use this blog as a secret diary, I'm going to be posting things of fashion, beauty, philosophy, travel, and pop culture. Maybe I'll even throw in a few videos of me bagpiping...who knows!

The possibilities for this blog are absolutely ENDLESS, and I'm so excited to experience them. I'll definitely need some tips and tricks, and I'm going to look to other blogs for advice/tips. (If you have ANY please comment them below). I can't wait to get started...I've been glued to my laptop all day, and I probably will be all night ;)

2014 is going to be great...I can just FEEL it. But I can never forget 2014. That was one of the best years of my life. I made a little flipagram below celebrating all my friends and the good times we've had. I have to go get ready for a party tonight, so happy new year everyone! I'm so excited to spend it with you :)

xx Meg

2013 Awards!!!!

Hey everyone!!

Sadly, 2013 has come to a close. To be completely honest, I loved this year. It may have been the best year of my life (please don't take that as corny). Seriously. I made so many more friends, I got good grades, I got into area band and learned how to play the bagpipes....it was fantastic!!! There are so many wonderful things about 2013, so I thought I'd share. Here are the best of the best of everything 2013 (in my opinion of course)!!!

Most Influential Person
Now, I know I'm kind of cheating by putting down two people, but I just couldn't resist!! The two most influential people of 2013 were both ladies: Malala Yousafzai and Jennifer Lawrence. While Jen completely changed America's view on what is considered "beautiful", Malala fought for education for women, and was nearly killed in the process! Both are strong and powerful women and I admire them immensely. Below are videos of them both (Jennifer's Oscar acceptance speech and Malala at the United Nations Youth Assembly).

 

 

 

Best Band

Yes, I'm cheating again. :) Their EP hit iTunes back in 2012, and that was also when I discovered them after listening to their hit, "It's Time" in "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" soundtrack. Imagine Dragons absolutely DOMINATED the music world in 2013, and I'm sure they're going to continue. I personally love their song "On Top of the World", but "Radioactive" always manages to give me goose bumps. (Did anyone else know that it was featured in The Host trailer?? That was a damn good movie by the way.) They're so unique, their sound is always chilling, UGH I love them with a passion. Listen to them if you haven't already!! (And if you haven't, do you live under a rock or what?)

 

 





Best Movie
This was probably the hardest award to give out. I love movies with a burning passion. Seriously. Almost every single movie I see I obsess over until there's nothing left to obsess about. Maybe I'm crazy. I don't even know, but this year I am giving the award to "Now You See Me".
Oh. My. Lordy. Lord. This movie was fantastic!! If you haven't seen, WATCH IT IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE YOUR LIFE WILL NOT HAVE ANY MEANING UNTIL YOU DO. I have to admit though, there were so many movies I wanted to say. I mean, Catching Fire?? Iron Man?? The Conjuring?? Ugh they were fantastic. I don't know. Now You See Me really was magical. No pun intended. The trailer's below. :)

Best Book
Y'all are going to hate me. I haven't read that many books this year. I know! I know!! I'm disappointed too! (It's on my list of New Year's Resolutions. I got a huge list going of future reads!) Actually, that's probably a lie. I've probably read a ton and a half of books but just forgot that I read them. I did remember, however, that I read everything John Green save Paper Towns, and he is my absolute FAVORITE author and he is WONDERFUL and MAJESTIC and HE IS THE GOD OF YOUNG ADULT NOVELS. I read Looking For Alaska, An Abundance of Katherines, and The Fault in Our Stars (which they're making into a movie!!!)























Best Social Network
When it comes to uniqueness, hands down, my vote is Vine. Six seconds is the perfect amount of time for my attention span. I'm always on Vine, even though I typically don't post. The social network I have used the most is twitter. I tweet and tweet and tweet and tweet. It's a bit of an addiction. :) I just adore writing, and some of the little bits and pieces people write about fascinate me. Twitter, you are FANTASTIC :)


Best iPhone App
I'm a total music lover, so I have to give this award to Pandora. Seriously. I never knew there was so music modern Celtic music. ;)

Best iPhone Photography App
I use Afterlight for almost every single Instagram picture I post. It has thousands of filters, and light leaks to enhance your photos and make them shine. Here are a few of my Instagram pictures where I've used this wonderful app :)

 
 
 
 
 
 

These are my awards so far :) Stay tuned for part 2!!!



~Meg
 
 
 
 

The Family Fiasco

     It appears that even the holiday spirit cannot stop my family from fighting. Perhaps bickering is genetic and symptoms are easily triggered in moments of happiness and joy. It certainly would explain a lot. 

     It started off just a couple of days ago. I had returned home from a long day of fencing and work only to discover my mother's cousin Ila sitting down in my grandpa's and great aunt's apartment downstairs. My mom was very surprised to see her. I guess Ila had made an unexpected guest appearance. I ignored my mother's anger and shock and hugged Ila (I haven't seen the woman in ages) and then I headed upstairs to start my assignment for honors English that my teacher had sprung on us that morning. That's when the yelling started.

     I could hear the two of them through three flights of stairs. Their words were muffled nonetheless, but they were screaming their asses off at each other. I rolled my eyes and tried to concentrate, but it's extremely hard to compose a three page story about World War II that demonstrates irony with two 50-year-olds creating enough noise to rouse the neighbors. Their bickering went on for (no joke) 30 minutes until Ila decided to leave. Then my mother proceeded to scream at my mentally unstable Aunt Fran.

     Ila had come over (6 days before Christmas nonetheless) to invite my 90-something year old, crippled Aunt Fran to their house fro Christmas. Unknowingly, my Aunt Fran agreed to go, and my mother basically threw the world's largest hissy fit in an effort to secure my aunt's prescence at our table for Christmas Day. It didn't work. Currently, my aunt is going over to Ila's and my mother is red with anger if anyone so much as mentions Christmas.

     Even though she's being COMPLETELY dramatic, I understand where my mom is coming from. She has dedicated basically her entire life to serving Aunt Fran and making sure the woman is happy, healthy, and safe. That's a big deal. Ila, on the other hand, has not so much as lifted a finger in order to help Aunt Fran. She never visits, never calls, never even sends happy birthday cards in the mail. Ila really doesn't show up at all. She's not even close to being as big of a part of my Aunt Fran's life as my mom is, and it really pisses her off that Aunt Fran wanted to spend the holiday with Ila instead of with my mother and I. I don't blame my mother for being angry with Ila; my problem is that she's angry with Aunt Fran. 

     Aunt Fran is not mentally stable. At all. She forgets who she is, where she is, and who the people around her are. When Ila was leaving, she thought that I was leaving with them and told me to give her "one last kiss" because I wouldn't be seeing her for quite some time, even though I've been living with her for more than 5 years. Yes, she did agree with going to Ila's home for Christmas, but that doesn't give my mother the right to be pissed at her! Fran doesn't have a clue who anyone is, she can't make up her mind who she wants to spend Christmas with. 

     Fran sees my mother and I every single day. She NEVER gets to see Ila and Ila's family. Obviously, she's going to want to see the family members who haven't visited in a while. Also, before Aunt Fran moved in with us, she basically LIVED with Ila and Ila's family. She misses her old life, which is COMPLETELY understandable. Just because she chooses to spend Christmas with other family members doesn't mean she loves us any less. My mother can't wrap her head around that fact. She thinks my aunt is ungrateful, selfish, and rude, even though she's anything but. Honestly, the selfish one here is probably my mother. She needs to relax and let my aunt do what she wants. She doesn't have that many Christmases left. Plus, it's not like this was a brand-new plan. Aunt Fran spent last Christmas with Ila too! My mother should've seen this coming.

     I don't blame my Aunt Fran for wanting to not spend Christmas with us. When my Mom gets stressed, she turns into a full-blown bitch. She turns rude and selfish and doesn't stop complaining about everything from rude, ungrateful family members to the Republican Party. She's a jerk, and when Aunt Fran comes with us to places, all my mother does is complain about what a burden Aunt Fran is. If Aunt Fran doesn't want to be in such a negative environment, I don't blame her one bit. I don't want to be in it either. 

Life in a Pressure Cooker

Life has certainly been rubbing me the wrong way. Between the paper cut inbetween my thumb and index finger and accidentally drinking orange juice after brushing my teeth this morning, I'm fairly sure that karma has decided to kick my patootie into next week. I'm not even sure what I did. Maybe I accidentally killed a ladybug in the third grade or something.

Life has been really stressful lately, but I guess I deserve it for bringing on so many activities. I'm last chair in area band (shut up. I'm grateful to be in), I'm attempting to get into states for DECA, and my coach is convinced that my sabre fencing is going to get my high school to go to states. There's a hell of a lot of pressure on me. I don't know what to do. I'm terrified of letting anyone down.

It's impossible to be perfect in absolutely everything you do. I'm not stupid; I'm well aware of this fact, but for some inexplicable reason my brain has not fully accepted the concept and is convinced that I will be able to defy the laws of the universe and be magnificent in everything that strikes my fancy. I don't know when my brain is going to get a wake up call, but I assume it's going to be soon, and I can tell that it's not going to be a pretty sight. I wish there were multiple megs so I could fully dedicate all of myself to everything I do and be somewhat perfect. Augustus Waters was so damn right. Life really isn't a wish granting factory.

Recent Obsessions

     In case y'all didn't know, I'm obsessed with just about anything and everything, but usually I hide my obsessions and obsess discreetly (I'm a secret fangirl). But sometimes, I just can NOT get enough of some things and my obsessions spill out of me at full speed and everyone around me is swallowed up in an avalanche of fangirl-ishness. So, brace yourselves.

1. Social Media
Literally my life right now. I've been super addicted to Twitter, Instagram, Vine, Tumblr, even freaking Google Plus (I know I know, who the hell has a Google Plus?). It's not even like I'm famous on one of my multiple accounts, I just love to go on them. Sometimes I don't even post anything, I'll just go on and stalk people. Is that bad? Meh. I don't know anymore.

2. Creepy Pasta

Does anyone else know of this website? It's www.creepypasta.com and it's a FANTASTIC horror story website. People from all over the world can write their own horror story and it's posted for all to see, and rated. Ohmygosh it's wonderful and super creepy and PERFECT for campfires or bus rides. I can't get enough of it :) 

3. Youth Group

I don't know about anyone else, but I'll occasionally get these random bursts of religious inspiration. This month I've been attending my youth group a lot more than usual (it's fantastic and you should join mine if you know me) and I've been praying more and more. I've developed this newfound tolerance for people. I've begun to accept people and post more and more pictures of religious quotes on instagram. I don't really think this is an obessesion, but religion really has been affecting me. Meh. Idk. Thought I'd share.

4. Kit Kats and Crunch Bars

Halloween. Enough said.

5. Music

Now, I'm not talking music you hear on the radio, I'm talking about making music. Music has basically been taking over my life; I'm constantly practicing my bass clarinet for Area Band, practicing my piano for an upcoming recital, and learning how to play the bagpipes. I'm not complaining though. I love that music is taking over. It's better than drugs, right?

6. Catching Fire

If you haven't seen this movie, there's something seriously wrong with you. It doesn't matter if you haven't read the book or haven't seen the first movie; the entire backstory is perfectly explained. It's intense, emotional, and honestly, quite frightening. The revolution/rebellion scenes are intense. UGH IT'S SO GOOD

7. Candles

I'm such a typical white girl. Candles are the death of me. When I went to Home Goods the other day, I grabbed like 15 christmas cookie scented candles. It was probably the best day of my life. I don't know why, but candles make me feel all cozy and happy and safe. They're the most wonderful creations on this earth. They're the best thing since red velvet cake.

Confessions of a Drum Major

     Ha. Do you like my title? It's a marching band joke so if you don't understand it, don't flip out. You should actually be kind of happy that you don't know what it means. It's pretty embarrassing that I've stooped so low to marching band jokes.

     So, in case you haven't already guessed, I've spent the past two months in marching band, which was a HECK of a lot tougher than I was expecting it to be, not to mention that it managed to suck up every single ounce of my free time and some of my homework time too. Don't get me wrong, I loved marching band with a burning passion, the only problem was that I could barely juggle all of my other responsibilities with it. 

      Now I know that marching band is typically considered "geeky" and "weird" (which is understandable, I mean it's MARCHING BAND), but at my school, the band isn't as weird as most might think. Sure, there are still a select group of people that have it hardwired into their brains that marching band is the absolute geekyist thing to do, and I am have grown to accept that, but for the most part, the band at my school is idolized. Marching band is one of the cool things to do.

     If you have some trouble believing me, I don't blame you, but if you went to my school, you'd understand why. My high school is basically a terrible excuse for a school, and eveything really sucks. Our football team is downright awful (as are all of the other sport teams), our education is mediocre, and our town is nicknamed "Heroine Highway" with the lovely motto, "where the kids are high and the grades are low". It's not Paterson, but it's damn near close. The only redeeming factor is our music program, which is fantastic. We have one of the best music programs in the state of New Jersey.

     Therefore, the parents, and most of the kids, see to it that the music program stays as high up as it is. We put on many concerts, military tattoos, perform popular plays (with a live orchestra pit), and even have a BAGPIPE section. It's crazy how much music goes on here. It's crazy how much the people generally enjoy the music we make. I was sucked into this wonderful musical world, and honestly, I like it here and I really want to stay.

     Band welcomed me into high school in the best way possible. I knew loads of upperclassmen, and if I ever got lost, they'd steer me in the right direction. It was wonderful. I became friends with most of them, I got invited out to fun parties and I was interacting with loads of kids from different towns as football games and band competitions. I'm not exactly sure where I'd be without the band. They're the main reason my high school freshman year is going so well. I can't even begin to explain my gratitude towards the band. I can't even begin to explain how much they've influenced my freshmen year.

     I know that many people find band geeky, and I know a lot of people think I'm weird for being in it, but band is one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I mean it with all of my heart. I know I'm notorius for complaining about the long hours and always begging for water breaks, but band is fantastic. There's not a better feeling in this world that coming in first. There's nothing more fantastic than hearing people whisper, "Oh my God oh my God OH MY GOD are those the HIGHLANDERS??? They're FANTASTIC!!" There's nothing cooler than giving an entire crowd goosebumps by making them listen to a powerful song. It's such a cool experience. 

     Before you go and make fun of the band, before you joke about how nerdy it is, give music a shot. It really can change your life. 

     

First Impressions

   Well, you guessed it. I survived my very first day of high school. I actually managed to get myself on time to every single one of my classes, I got classes with some of my friends in it, my teachers are surprisingly bearable, and the world is not crumbling to pieces around me as we speak. There must really be a God out there, because it took nothing short of a miracle to make my first day of high school bearable.

   Okay, so maybe I'm overreacting. 

   But honestly, I had expected today to be as tragic and terrible as my first day of middle school. I expected to know no one, to be all alone, to feel self-conscious and fat and disgusting, and to have a downright terrible time and silently cry myself to sleep at night. Today wasn't even remotely close to that. Sure, I felt self-conscious, but who didn't? After all, we were making our first impressions on our teachers, on fellow classmates, on all the upperclassmen, on everyone. It's a big deal to look nice on the first day of school! I got up early, showered, styled my hair, wore a cute outfit, and I basically plastered a smile on my face the entire day. My cheeks hurt like heck. Everybody better like me. Or else I pulled my cheeks for nothing.

   Today was nice. I hung out mainly with my friend Leah, (we have nearly identical schedules), and I just went with it. I was laid back, I was relaxed, I felt comfortable in school. I was happy. I didn't feel anything remotely close to Charlie in "The Perks of Being a Wallflower". I felt like freaking Katniss Everdeen. I joked with my buddy Martin, I messed with my friend Alex, I got a very sweet and kind locker mate, and I even got to catch up with my friend Brooke who I haven't seen in FOREVER. To be perfectly honest, today was fantastic! This has been one of the best first days of school that I've had in a long, long time. 

   Rewind two years ago to seventh grade, and you would find me weeping. I knew close to no one in any of my classes. I was unbearably shy, talking very sparingly with low volume, always admiring my shoes and the artwork around the classrooms. I didn't have a strong group of friends; I had just broken away from my old group last year. I felt alone. I felt ugly. I couldn't find myself. No one sat with me at lunch. My clearest memory of the first day of seventh grade was of me coming home, talking/crying to my mom, and stuffing my face with chocolate chip cookies that she made me. I was so depressed and sad that day. Even now I still get a small shudder thinking about it. 

   

   But I'm a different person now. And these four years are going to be the best I've ever had.

   So, first impressions on everyone and everything:

   1. I love our student council president Sophia Metcalf, she's sweet and beautiful and such a fantastic person. I already knew her through band.

   2. Mr. Gramata (my band teacher) is the same as always, and I can tell that he will be as bipolar as he was in eighth grade.

   3. Second period honors English is going to stink. I can feel it.

   4. We have to do bucket loads of work on boring topics. Plus, the teacher seems like she can get moody like Gramata.

   5. Third period is study hall. And it is fantastic. Martin's there and Sarah's there. Hold on to your horses folks. (If you are an upperclassmen and reading this, I apologize for our rambunctious behavior beforehand).

   6. The staircases are in odd places. They're hidden and really hard to find.

   7. The paintings all around the school are very helpful. For example, if I see Marilyn Monroe, then my lockers are in the other direction, and French is to the left. 

   8. Speaking of French, I can't wait.

   9. I want to get into French Honor Society. It seems awesome. Plus, we get to go to Quebec!!

   10. I. Hate. Geometry.

   11. I have no idea when I'm going to eat lunch considering I don't have one.

   12. I'm not too crazy about my gym class.

   13. I have health with Martin. Awkward....

   14. I don't have any classes with Mikaela or Ali or Brooke :(

   15. The library is so cool. Plus, I use it as a shortcut.

   16. My world history teacher needs to take a handful of chill pills.

   17. My gym teacher needs to take a couple anti-depressents.

   18. He looks like he'd rather commit suicide then teach freshmen how to play field hockey.

   19. A lot of sophomores and juniors wear dresses and wedges. 

   20. I desperately miss my eighth grade teachers

   21. I need a cute bag to carry my books. Stat.

   22. And cute gym clothes.

   23. And cute running sneakers.

   24. And I need to get my bass clarinet fixed.

   25. The entire school is like a gigantic figure eight that broke a couple arms off.

   I really, really hope that today wasn't a dream. And if it was, I hope tomorrow is nothing but deja vu. 

High School.

   Holy. Freaking. Crap. This is actually happening. This is actually happening. I'm going into high school, in four years I'm going off to college. Where the heck did my childhood go?! What happened to nap time and Spongebob Squarepants and spelling tests where the bonus word was "alphabet"? I feel like my life has gone flying out the window and I have no control over it. 

   I feel like my life is coming to an end. 

   I don't feel like a little kid anymore.

   And that really, really scares me. 

   Unlike majority of my friends and neighbors, I'm not all that excited to go back to school. I'm not ready for more challenging work. I'm not ready to start navigating a new school with new people. I want more than four more years left. I want to stay a kid. I don't want to grow up. I don't want to make big decisions yet or go to college or get a job or leave my adolescence. I want to go back and relive the third grade. I want to go back to elementary school. I want to go back to my simple little childhood and never, ever leave.

 

   Growing up, my absolute favorite book/movie was Peter Pan. I was so fascinated with the idea of running away to a magical island in the middle of nowhere, dancing with fairies, swimming with mermaids, and fighting pirates. I wanted to go on an adventure. I wanted to never grow up. I want to fly away with a total stranger and play all day, every day, until I could not play anymore. It was a dream come true for me. It was on every list wish list I had. 

   I watched the movie almost every single night. I read the book dozens of times. I researched Neverland and fairies and the Lost Boys, I got directions to Kensington Gardens off of Google Maps, I practiced flying in my bedroom late at night, I wrote letters to Peter Pan and attached them to balloons so he wouldn't have to fly very close to Earth to read them, I gazed at the clouds and stars trying to catch a glimpse of him, I did absolutely everything in my fourth grade power to get myself to Neverland. I wanted to go with all of my heart and soul. I still do. 

   Now, looking back, I realize why I wanted to leave and stay an immortal child. I'm scared of growing up. More than that, I'm scared of growing up, growing old, and dying. I'm terrified of death. I'm terrified that there is no such thing as heaven or hell and that when we die, that there's nothing left. That everything we've worked hard for in life has been a waste. That every good or bad decision does not affect us whatsoever. That there is no all-powerful, other-worldly immortal being that actually gives a damn about tiny, insignificant humans. I'm very scared of dying. I don't want to die. I want to stay an immortal child like Peter Pan.

   I guess that's why I am fascinated with ghost shows and demon-hunters. I like to search for proof of another life beyond this one. I like having some sort of clue that shows me that there is a God, and he is looking after me, and he does care about me and how my day goes. I love when there is some sort of physical evidence of ghosts, of people from the other side, of a life after death. It gives me a little reassurance. It lets me sleep at night. It gives me a little something to keep believing, to keep praying, to not give up hope.

   So, how does all of this tie into my upcoming high school experience? Well, if you think about it for a while, everything is connected somehow, but to make it easier for you, I'm scared that high school will fly by, and then the rest of my life will too, and before you know it, I will be lying on my death bed, surrounded by my family. I don't want anything to fly by. I want it to crawl along at a snail's pace. I don't want to grow up and join the real world just yet. I still want to be a kid. I want to be able to make a few mistakes. I want to take chances and see the world and be the best person that I can be. I'm terrified that all of this will be over before I have a chance to blink.

   I want more than anything to make these next four years the best I've ever had.

   

Life Update

   I apologize already in advance for the lack of posts. I suppose I could blame my absence on my hectic schedule or my lack of inspiration, but truthfully, it's pure laziness. I have no real valid excuse for my absence in the blogosphere. I don't know what's wrong with me nowadays.
   I'm going to assume it's the summer vibe getting to my head. All throughout the summer months, I completely lose track of myself. I forget all of my obligations, I lose track of the time, I just go into this state of complete relaxation, and everything becomes a blur. My life dramatically transforms from organized and orderly to a big jumbled mess. During the school year, I've got everything written down, scheduled, and organized. I'm always well put together and cheerful. I know absolutely everything there is to be known, from the time to the color of my lipstick, but literally, the second summer rolls around, everything changes. I transform into a totally different girl.
   I begin to procrastinate with everything. I no longer have exact time frames to work within. My hair is never styled. I usually wake up at noon. I fall asleep at one o'clock in the morning. I don't work out. I don't work. I usually just read or watch television. I spend loads of time with friends, and not enough with family. I forget about everything in the entire world. I don't wear lipstick. I don't know the date. I'm living so lazily. It's absolutely terrible.
   Now I know exactly what you're thinking, who the hell doesn't enjoy summer? Are you freaking insane?, and no, I'm not. I've thought this over so many times it's actually pretty embarrassing, but after considering everything, I detest school. I ABHOR it. It's my least favorite activity in the entire world. Yet, I'm so relieved to be back in school when September rolls around. Why? I like to be busy. I need some form of organized chaos to survive. That's why I love New York City. That's why I love businesses and newspaper offices and commitments of any form. They keep me BUSY, and I'm most happy when I'm BUSY.
   During summer, I lose the sense of chaos, and I become this big blob of procrastination. I desperately need some project to latch myself onto, to dedicate myself to. Sometimes, I don't even need work. A day trip with friends will suffice. I just need something, ANYTHING, to keep me occupied.
   This has probably been the busiest summer yet for me. I threw myself into multiple projects trying to find ways to prevent myself from becoming a big blob. For example:

• I've hosted parties
• I went to a Maroon 5/Kelly Clarkson concert
• I went to many parties
• I went to the U.S. Virgin Islands
• I went down the shore with my good friend
• I went for bike rides
• I went to New York City
• I've been working on my silver award for Girl Scouts
• I've started building up inventory for a store that I'm going to open
• I've gone to see movies with friends
• I'm learning to play the bagpipes
• I've been fencing nonstop
• I've been working on being a better person

   And even with all of these extra activities, I'm still somehow finding a way to be a super lazy blob. Sometimes, I can't even with my life. Oh, and one last update, I managed to land a boyfriend. :) Problem is, I barely know the guy, and I'll never see him, but I'm just doing this to see where it will go. How very slutty of me. ;) 

Life So Far

   If I said that my life was spinning out of control, I wouldn't be exaggerating. Okay, maybe a little. But seriously, things are getting pretty wacky in my neck of the woods. I'm starting to get involved in the uber-nerdy world of marching band, underlying tensions between friends are starting to make an appearance, an old camping friend came out of the closet, my best bud is caught in a love triangle, and I think I might be falling for my neighbor. 

So yeah, my life is pretty crazy.

Oh, and did I mention that I'm about to start high school?

   My life is literally flashing before my eyes. It seems like yesterday was my eighth grade graduation, and now I'm almost halfway into July. My friends are getting into fights, and this whole love triangle tragedy with one of my best friends leaves me upset and kind of jealous. I swear, one day, I'm going to wake up with a face full of wrinkles and gray hair, that's how stressful everything is for me. 

What happened to my perfect summer?

What happened to staying best friends forever?

   I guess people change. I guess that boyfriends become more important than REAL friends. I guess that everything I know is going to change, and that really, really scares me. I've never been a big fan of change, and I don't think I'll ever be able to embrace it. Hopefully all of this lovey dovey crap will end before September, and things can go back to the way they were before. If not, I should probably just suck it up and learn to love the change, because after all, change is the only thing that remains constant.

   

   I know I should probably explain myself, but right now, I don't want to address the situation. What I really want is a coffee and a good book to curl up with. I promise I'll explain the love triangle and the new crush and the marching band situation later, but right now, I need to spend some good old quality time with my Dad. I promise to post later. 

-Meg  

   

   

My Summer Bucket List

     Now, I don't know about anyone else out there in the world, but right when I'm about to go to sleep or when I'm really bored in science class, I'll come up with these outstandingly awesome ideas. I dream up inventions or song lyrics or lists of places I want to visit before I die, and I'll usually write them down. I write my ideas down on pieces of scrap paper, old napkins from Dunkin Donuts, in notebooks, textbooks, library books, type them in my computer or on my phone, literally anywhere. This year, I decided to get organized with my ideas (which is EXTREMELY out of character for me), and type them up. Then, I decided to share them with the whole wide world through the internet. So, here ya go! These are my 100 outstandingly amazing ideas for summer 2013!! :)

My Summer Bucket List

1. Go hiking and camping with friends
2. Spend a week at the beach
3. See movies at midnight
4. Make a movie (or two)
5. Go on shopping sprees
6. Be a vegetarian for a week
7. Volunteer
8. Get a job
9. Trespass
10. Take a picture of lightning
11. Have a cook out
12. Do blind makeovers with besties
13. Make friendship bracelets
14. Visit the zoo
15. Play with sparklers
16. Make homemade lemonade
17. Catch a jar full of fireflies
18. Play hide and seek in Shoprite
19. Have a silly string war
20. Get abs
21. Grafitti a wall
22. Go paintballing
23. Make watermelonade
24. Dance in the rain
25. Have a HUGE water balloon fight
26. Start doing yoga
27. Fill a book with pictures
28. Invent a new food
29. Get a tan
30. Go thrift shopping
31. Have a picnic
32. Have a barbeque
33. Host a tie dye party 
34. Make my dog finger paint
35. Read all of John Green's books
36. Make cake pops
37. Have a shopping cart race
38. Watch the sun rise and set
39. Build a fort and have a scary movie night
40. Steal a stop sign and decorate it
41. Put glow sticks in the pool and go swimming at night
42. Do a wash-out dip dye hair job
43. Take a zumba class
44. Take a pottery class
45. Make a homemade face mask
46. Go white water rafting
47. Cover a bike with christmas lights and ride it at night
48. Make taffy
49. Play lazer tag
50. Make a summer scrapbook
51. Solve a rubik's cube
52. Go to a Youtube convention
53. See a shooting star
54. Write a song
55. Write a novel
56. Send a handwritten letter to a random person in Europe
57. Pick berries
58. Play mini golf
59. Make homemade popsicles
60. Write something in wet cement
61. Go to a concert
62. See a psychic
63. Make s'mores
64. Make the most of every moment
65. Release balloons with secrets in them into the sky
66. Ride in a hot air balloon
67. Take over New York City
68. Put soap in a public fountain
69. Attend a masquerade
70. Go to New York Fashion Week
71. Wear fake eyelashes
72. Go paddelboarding
73. Get go of a floating lantern
74. Buy a pair of white shoes and doodle on them
75. Spraypaint roses
76. Have a dance party in the rain
77. Make homemade jam
78. Ride a vespa
79. Make macarons
80. Go shopping in New York City
81. Visit Philadelphia
82. Go parasailing
83. Jump off a waterfall
84. Rent a hotel room with all of my friends
85. Build a treehouse
86. Get SOMETHING no matter HOW EXPENSIVE at Victoria's Secret
87. Go on an adventure
88. Pretend to be Avril Lavigne for a day
89. Go to a sweet shop
90. Be in a flash mob
91. Run in the color run
92. Have a lemonade stand in the middle of town
93. Make melted crayon art
94. Learn italian
95. Break a world record
96. Give myself a spa day
97. Go kayaking
98. Pretend to be a hippie
99. Sneak into a movie
100. Go absolutely crazy

Washington D.C. 2013




 

Here are some great pictures from my class trip to Washington D.C. It was so much fun :)