someone

shoot me.
please?

i'm gonna go kill myself now.
buh bye.

SUPERMAN!

I haven't updated in forever.
Shoot me.
I've been busy reading; writing a script for english; and just plain being lazy.

Well, I really don't have anything interesting to say.
I'm a fucking THUG. Yeah, it's on my knuckles, bitch.
I love Superman <3

Lmfao whenever i see something superman i think of Dane Cook;
Charlene should get that.
But I don't wanna shoot my superman :[

so i'm bored.

xoxo,
megan.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

"Money and success don't change people;
they merely amplify what is already there."
-Will Smith



This blog is going to be about Jonas changes.

To all you people who say they've changed:
Do you know them? Who are you to say they've done anything at all?
We don't know them; just the face they put up for the cameras. The only way to judge if a person has changed is if you know them, and get in their mind. Sure, they don't smile as much. They're stressed! Who can honestly say that if they were thrown into the same conditions that they wouldn't feel stress? Hell, I get stressed trying to remember a few facts for a test! They, along with the band, have to remember lyrics, chords, frets, names of people, all this stuff. I would be cracked after that! I would never smile, because I get testy when I don't get a full nights sleep. When they sleep, they sleep on a bus or a plane, and have to wake up early the next day to do it all over again. Now, I'm not saying they should complain. They're truly blessed to lead a life full of dreams being accomplished. But, Nick and Frankie NEVER got to experience a normal childhood. Frankie didn't choose this life. He doesn't get to play in sandboxes like normal 7-year-olds. Sometimes we take that for granted, just being normal. Not having to worry about what a whole MILLIONS of people will think of our every move. Yeah, Joe might not act as crazy as he used to. He's maturing, which you should do. Trust me, everyday I have to deal with a 52-year-old man that NEVER matured, and frankly, it's the worst. He acts like he's 2, and it's so damn annoying. If Joe stayed immature, then one day he would end up like that. It sucks.

Anyways, that's all for now on this topic.

xoxo,
megan.

Hmm....

"The weak can not forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."
-Ghandi

Tonightt wass pretty fun (: I went to a rodeo, which was awesome. And then Jake Owens(who is AWESOME & erryone should check out) performed. It was prettyyy sweet.

Well, the Flyers won their last game before the all-star break, on Thursday. They beat the Penguins, which makes everything 20 times better. Downie got in a fight(he's my new love). The skills competition part of the all-star game was today, but I didn't get to see it OR the Jonas Brothers perform at the Rockin' Skate, because I was out. I'll have to find a video on YouTube or somethinggg.

Alright, well I feel real tired & shit. I hate riding in a car with two smokers in the winter, because the smoke never escapes through the window. I was like 'I can feel my lungs getting black.'
But whateverrr. I just need to strengthen them or whatever.


xoxo,
megan.

Aww shucks.

"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."
-Jimi Hendrix.


Alright, well, I guess I've been doing pretty well, but whatever. I've got 5 A's & 1 B in school for the second marking period, which is exceptionally well. Stupid French is biting me in the ass though.

Other than that, my life has been boring. We had an assembly about course selection for next year this morning & I'm pretty sure I'm going to go along the route of photography. My brother is a photography major at CCP, so I think he can help me out with that. If not photography, then creative writing, genetics, New American Stuides, Civil Law, or European History AP. Idk. I'm thinking of taking English II Honors and/or Geometry Honors.

Yeahh, off to watch the Flyers vs. the Penguins.

Be back laterr, fosho.


xoxo,
Megan.

AHFJSHFJ

"No one here is getting out alive."
-Jim Morrison.

Last night was one of the worst nights of my life. I cried the hardest I had since my grandfather's funeral last March, and this time it was for an entirely different reason. I cried out of hatred, not mourning. Here's how everything went down:
I had gotten up from the computer to go to the living room to watch the 4th quarter of the Packers - Giants game. My stepdad was laying across the whole couch & my mom was sitting at the other end. My brother was sitting on our lounge chair, which means that there was no seat for me. I asked, very politely I might add, 'May I have a seat?'
Then my stepfather, being who he is, starts clearing off this little pink chair that I had when I was 3. No way my ass was gonna fit in that, plus my knees would be up to my chin. I then said, 'I'm serious. I'm not having the best day & I'm kind of aggrivated right now.'
Then, my fucking stepdad starts screaming at me.
This is pretty much what he said:
'YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR DAMN MOUTH! I DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUT I DON'T LIKE IT. I'M TIRED OF YOUR FUCKING ATTITUDE.'' And he stood up in the middle of this to make himself seem more menancing. I felt threatened, for real. Not exxagerating or anything.
Then, my brother, being the awesome brother that he is, says:
'You don't have to yell at her.'
Mark sits back down, and looks at my brother and says:
'It's none of your damn business.'

Um, what the fuck?
I was about to bitch him out but my mom says that we shouldn't yell at each other. Yeah, wtf didn't she say this in the middle of Mark's little tirade?
I have no clue.

I ran upstairs & cried for a good 10 minutes. Then my mom comes upstairs & tries to DEFEND him. She said stuff like that was a normal occurance in his house when he was a boy.
That was fucking 45-50 years ago.

I don't know who the hell he thinks HE is, trying to come into our house & act like my fucking father. News flash, dickhead. I have a father, I don't need you. You're a fucking jerkoff & I fucking hate your guts. God forbid, you and my mom are together when I get married, I'm not fucking inviting you. I want you the fuck out of my life & I'm NEVER speaking another word that is not nessacary to you EVER again. Lay a fucking hand on me & trust me, you'll be out like a light. My dad, my brothers, and so many other people would fucking KILL you. Hell, I would fucking kill you.

Sorry, had to get that out. But I was just so shattered last night, it wasn't even funny. My brother was about to kick his ass, and I wish he had.

He DISGUSTS me.

Cuz I need you more than ever.

"Take me under your wing tonight;
make me so perfect in your eyes.
Hold on, cuz it will be alright.
You're not alone."
-Take me - Hawk Nelson

Today was borrrring. It was just me & Dan home alone, all day. I played the Sims in his room for a good 2 hours XD Nick Jonas & I had two kids, named Matt & Mackenzie.

Which brings me to the subject of tne future. Here are my dreams, my hopes. My wishes, my aspirations.

I want to graduate from Central with a degree, and be on the stage at graduation. I wish to attend either Penn State or Notre Dame, or whatever school has the best program for what I want to do with my life. I want to be a sportscaster, for a channel such as ESPN or the person that interviews players & coaches before halftime. That kind of thing. I want to get married & have 2-4 kids. I want a boy and a girl. Here are the names I really like: Matthew Joseph, Michael Anthony, Adrienne Rose, and Mackenzie Grace. Yeah, I know I'm only a freshman in high school & I have some time to decide what I want to do, but this is what I'm truly passionate about. I'm never happier than when I'm at a sporting event, watching sports, or simply just talking about them. I've bonded with so many people purely over sports.

On the off chance someone else reads this, what are your hopes for the future?

xoxo,
Megan.