I’m basically on house arrest right now. My parents won’t really let me go anywhere or do anything. My little sister was just like “All you do anymore is watch tv on Netflix.” My response was that I can’t go anywhere and I don’t really have anything else to do. I said that she doesn’t have to worry about that because she gets to do whatever she wants. Her response? “Yeah well I earned that right.”
EXCUSE ME? You want to run your mouth like that? Then don’t come running to me anymore when you snuck out and can’t get back in. Don’t come running to me when you’re at a party and Mom doesn’t believe you’re where you’re supposed to be. Don’t ask me to cover for you. Just run along to your fucking boyfriend and your friends who always treat you like shit. Don’t waste anymore time talking to me.
there are still some people i’ve followed for a while now but still don’t really talk to, for whatever reason, but we reblog shit from each other all the time and sometimes i look at their icon and i’m like
I have applied to at least 30 places but it hasn’t really been long enough to hear back from any of them yet and I don’t need this much free time. Currently, I’m laying in bed making movies for no apparent reason. Most likely, no one will ever see them. You guys may be subjected to them eventually. I’m so bored.
and my mom lost her shit. She basically told me that because I didn’t come home on time, I’m lucky that she’s even going to still let me live here. She then proceeded to give me a list of things I need to do. She thought it was going to take me forever for she clearly forgot that I’m a boss. I finished it an hour ago and now I’m laying in bed watching SNL videos.
1. The weather is too nice. 2. The weather is too yucky. 3. I pulled a muscle during sex. 4. CHINESE FOOD. 5. I found a shiny object. 6. TELEVISION. 7. The dog needs a snuggle or she will wither and die. 8. DRUGS. 9. Reason #4 + Reason #6 + Reason #8 = @__@ 10. Someone is wrong on the internet and must be chastised.
I have to leave in 10 minutes and I’m not ready yet for the “When are you going to grow your hair?” and “Take that metal out of your mouth.” I not ready for the questions about boyfriends and the questions about why I have to dress like this and why don’t I ever where dresses and “Oh look! Megan’s wearing makeup today! Doesn’t she look pretty?”
I’m definitely not ready for, “I met a really nice boy this week. He would be perfect for you.” I’m not ready for, “Are you sure you’re not gay?” Ultimately all the questions that add up to, “Why can’t you be normal for a change?” Why don’t you take your god damn gender roles and your Megan-needs-a-man attitude and fuck off.
was just like old times. I went to the Christmas party for the fence company I work for sometimes. I walked in and everyone gets stoked. More stoked than they should have been. I’m not that great. Anyway, the party was this really shady bar that’s in a pretty bad part of Rockford. The fun thing about that is, no one cares that I’m not 21.
My dad decides randomly that he doesn’t care if I’m drinking. So I got to drink with all the guys which just got them more stoked than they already were. After the party I didn’t have anything to do, so my dad goes, “Want to come over and watch Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?”
I know I’ve posted about this once before, but when I was pretty young, my dad and I would always watch Butch Cassidy and I would always have chocolate milk or lemonade and so would he. So when he suggests this I’m like hell yeah. I had to stop and pick up my hard drive from a friend’s house but before I made it to my dad’s he had bought me two tall boys of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. I ended up falling asleep on the couch and apparently he covered me up at some point.
It was great. It was just like when I was little except now I’m older and there was more alcohol involved. I needed a night like that.
So last night, it’s David, Cassie and I. David and Cassie are drunk and high. I’m somewhere on Jupiter. We’re all sitting outside waiting for the pizza we ordered. Cassie and I are hugging and saying how we’ll miss each other over the summer. Then, just as the moment is getting really cute, Cassie says, “MEG, WHERE THE FUCK IS DOMINO’S?!”
She always knows how to make the moment.
I just needed to reblog this because I forgot all about it and how much I miss last year.