Daisuke should not be pronounced Dice-K

I'm just sayin' is all


My blog tonight is actually not going to focus on the Sox. I just don't think Daisuke should be pronounced Dice K. It should be pronounced Die - Sue - Key. But it isn't. (Notice Bruschi is pronounced the way it is spelled. I love that man)

The actual blog tonight is on Princess Diana. I know, I am coming out of left field on that one. But I was wasting time tonight waiting for my pasta sauce to simmer (and I have to say, I did a really good job on that sauce tonight.... It was really really good. You should come over for dinner some night, I will make it for you - unless you come from an Italian heritage, then I'm sure you've had better. But I am an Irish Catholic. I'm impressed with Ragu) and I was watching "E's 101 Desperate Ploys For You To Watch This Station" or something like that. Anyway, I saw Princess Di on there and I was sad. I am always sad when I see her. I, not unlike many other little girls in the 80's idolized her. My friend Erin and I would play Fergie and Di (though that was probably in the early 90's). She was Fergie and I was Diana. I loved her, she was so beautiful, she had blond hair and blue eyes like I wanted (okay, so in the summer months I had the blond hair, but the blue eyes still elude me), she was a real PRINCESS (I can't believe I am admitting this, but I named my first boat The Princess. Please do not mock me. I did it because my dad called me his little Princess. I can't help that it made me look like a spoiled brat. I didn't know any better. Why my parents let me do that is beyond me. If I could go back and change some stuff, let me tell you, that would be one of the first things on my list). she had a wedding that made me insanely jealous (yet my actual wedding was nothing like hers) and she was such a cool dresser. I wanted to be her... at the same time I wanted to marry her eldest son and become a Princess myself. Though my mother crushed my dreams at an early age by telling me British Princes that are directly in line for the throne did not marry Irish Catholic Americans. I was heartbroken. Though soon enough I turned my attention to Tiger Woods. He may not have been royalty, but damn, he's hot. But gettng back to Diana, she was everything I wanted to be. As I grew older I became less entranced with the whole life (especially as I came to understand what her married life was really like) but I still loved her. So when I was out playing football with my cousins and my brother on Labor Day Weekend and I came inside to take a break and saw my parents and grandparents and aunt and uncle crowded around the TV I was shocked. TV is Not Allowed During the Day in the summer. So what happened that made them put on TV? I soon found out and I sat my little skinny high schoolers ass on the floor and I dont' think I moved for hours. I stayed up till midnight, convinced should wouldn't die. She was a Princess. Princesses don't die. My father finally convinced me they wouldn't announce her death for a while (becuase he knew at that point she had to be dead) and I went to sleep. The next day it had been anounced. My hero was dead. My parents had told my brother's roommate that they would take him to the Vineyard that day to meet his parents for vacation, so we all went over for the day. The Vineyard newspapers get printed early so they can make it out to the island on time, so all the headlines over there still said she was seriously injured, but she wasn't seriously injured, she was dead. The day of her funeral I got up at 3am to watch it live. When they showed the flowers on top of her casket and the card said "Mummy" I lost it. Those boys were so young. It was so sad. So to this day (9.5 years later) I still get sad when I see a news clip of her. She had such a tragic life and it could have been so much better if only she had lived longer. I'm sure she is in a happier place and I hope that Wills makes a better decision about marriage than his ugly ass father did.

I am woe

You are all probably sick of me bitching about being in school. You're most likely sick of it because I have been complaining for a year and a half and you're even more sick of me constantly pointing out that I have 2 more years. My complaining gets especially bad at the end of the semester when life just completely sucks. Which is right now. And I am going to complain a lot, especially in my blog because it is my blog and I want to complain.

But alas, there's nothing I can really complain about (about which I can complain, a thousand apologies for my terrible grammar) because it can all be summed up in one scentence : My life is hell on earth and I have to deal with this for two more years. I really wish I hadn't told everyone of my secret desire to get pregnant so I wouldn't have to go school anymore, because now everyone will know when I..... I mean..... um.....

No, I wouldn't have a child merely because I don't want to be in school anymore. Well, actually that is a lie. I would have one to get out of grad school if I was financially ready and willing for the child thing to happen anyway. Which I'm not, so I'm not going to be a terrible parent even before I am a parent. In a happy world I never would have gone back to grad school in the first place, but life is a bitch.

Though if we were to have a child, we at least would have a name for it. If it was to be a girl-child. The boy-children will have to wait awhile, because I haven't yet coerced Andrew into agreeing with me. But I have time. Oh yes, I have time, and I will win. What's the girl's name? Secret. I'll let you know when the birth certificate is signed, which should be in like 5 years.

To sum up: I loathe and hate school and I will not stop complaining about it until I graduate which is in 2 years. Every once in a while you will have to deal with my rants about school and my hatred of it on my blog. Also, I really won't have a baby to get out of getting my masters, no matter how much I might talk about it.

Nostalgia

So I have always been an extremely nostalgic person. I like reliving the old memories as much as I enjoy making new memories, that I will one day relive. Songs can instantly take me back to particular day, scents take me back to various years of my life, pictures can make me laugh histerically or cry like a baby. I can remember my birthday when I turned 4 (I am not kidding about that. I remember walking out of my preschool with my mother and asking her if we were going to decorate the house).

I think that is why I have the obsession with I Love the 80's that I do. It premiered when I was a senior in college and I tortured my roommates with watching it whenever it was on. I have watched the original episodes, I Love the 80's Strikes Back, and I Love the 80's 3D, I've also watched I Love the 90's and I Love Toys but I just didn't get I Love the 70's. I have nothing to feel nolstagic about when it comes to the 70's. I wasn't born for a year and a half after the 70's ended (thank god).

Anywho, I really love I Love the 80's

more randomness.

Have you been watching the Discovery show "Planet Earth"? I haven't caught all of them, I've been watching them on HD on Demand (if you don't have access to HD - you need to find it, if only to watch Planet Earth - it's the best HD programming I have seen) and randomly when they are being shown on Sunday nights. Right now it "Forrests" and earlier today we watched "Fresh Water". That one was really good. The best one I have seen anyway. If you haven't been watching them, you really are missing out. Catch up on On Demand.

So today consisted of mostly cleaning and homework. What a boring day. 2 more years.... just 2 more years. 3 Springs from now I can be outside with everyone else on the first weekend with nice weather. I absolutely cannot wait. It's a long time away, but its finally seeming like it might happen some day.

I'm really tired - I think because I was up at 6:45 this morning. Yesterday I slept until 9. I'm so odd. There is no rhyme or reason as to when my body decides to awaken on the weekend. Which can be frustrating when I go to bed past midnight and get up at quarter of 7. I guess it will be an early bedtime for me tonight.

The Yankees are currently winning 2-0. That's not good. In Meghan terms, that's like the Colts winning 14-0. Well, it's a whole lot easier to get three runs than it is to get 3 touchdowns, but you get the general idea. I'm just not a baseball person. I'm not really a member of Red Sox Nation. I mean, I don't wish the Sox ill will. I'm currently watching a Sox game, and I do want them to win, and I can probably name a good 4 or 5 Sox players in addition to Daisuke. But I really don't care.... if they win, they win. if they lose, they lose. And now it's 9:00 so I am switching to Family Guy

My abs hurt. In an effort to be able to leave the house in anything less than a snowsuit this summer I have initiated an ab workout that I started yesterday. I'm not looking for a miracle, or even a remotely flat tummy, just a little bit less so I can at least wear a one piece. So, yeah, I started an ab workout. I'm on day two, and I'm in PAIN. I have to go up by one set tomorrow, and I'm somewhat frightened. But then I don't have to do it until Weds. This would probably be easier with liposuction - though maybe not that less painful.

So that's what is going on in my head. Scary place, huh?

Random Thoughts

We all wonder the deeper meaning of life and try to put together some sense in this crazy world. For example, why do we drive on a parkway and park in a driveway? And would a fly without wings be called a walk? These questions are beyond our realm of knowledge and understanding... I guess we will never know. I would also like to know why you have to be 25 to rent a car, without paying a hefty fine. Why?? You get your license when you are 16 and are free to drive any car you want - so why do you have to wait 9 years to rent one? Am I a better driver than I was the day before I turned 25? Hardly. The day before I turned 25 was my bachelorette party. I really should not have been driving that day :) But someone really needs to answer these questions for me. I want to know.



Yesterday Andrew and I found ourselves in Manch for a bit, and I was introduced to the Wonderful World of Guitar Hero. I really wasn't good, but it was really fun.

For those of you who have not been introduced to this fabulous game, you play it with the above "Guitar". It's a video game where you play the guitar in the manner similar to Dance Dance Revolution, in which the notes fall down from the top of the screen and you have to hit them once they get to the bottom. You have to hit the right note and strum it at the right time or you don't hit it and it doesn't play the music. There's also a way to make the long notes.... vibrate, I guess, for lack of better word. You get points for how many notes you hit and there are special notes that get you more points and at the end of the song it's set up like an arcade game - basically a high score list and you put your initials in. Anyway it is really fun. I want Andrew to buy it for the xBox 360! I'm not good at it at all.... though I did manage to hit most of the notes for Possum Kingdom by the Toadies (if you don't recognize this song, google it. You know it. If you were alive in like 1996, you know it). I tried a harder Van Halen song, but I failed the song :( This is why I NEED that video game. You can also have two people playing the song, or have one play the bass guitar on the song. I'm not sure how that competition works, but it sounds fun.

BTW, I am loving this 70 degree weather!

~ We are all Hokies today ~

so as all of my Devoted Readers should have realized by now, I tend to shy away from serious topics. For the most part, my depression over the past few months has been documented (which I have decided stems from from both SAD and being in school) and I like to rant about Deval Patrick, but even those rants are few and far between. But this massacre at Va Tech bothers me (i think it also bothers me when people call it VT or VTech, only because it's always been Va Tech in my house and I don't deal well with change. - but that's my weirdness) to the point where I am going to use some blog space to make my feelings known. I'm not placing any blame on anyone, except for Cho Seung-Hui, may he Rot in Hell. But I have a feeling there are going to be a lot of changes on college campuses in the future, that most likely will take away a lot of the students' personal freedoms. They will be put in place to save the students and faculty from another psychotic killer which is certainly an objective we can all rally behind, but still, the fact remains that because of one seriously twisted and sick individual there are going to be people losing more of their freedom. Will there be a Pre and Post Va Tech world like there is a Pre and Post 9/11 world? Will I be telling my children my own college stores and have to pre-face, "now remember I went to college Pre Va Tech " Will fees for colleges go up like fees on airfare went up so colleges can implement more safety measures? Don't misunderstand me - sometimes we have to go for the greater good, and I don't want another massacre to happen again. If colleges need more safety measures on campus , then so be it. But the more freedoms we give up, the easier it becomes. This kid was sick, and people noticed. He had been legally declared a danger to himself and others. His professors were so freaked out by him, that one of them tutored him individually. He never talked to anyone, never made eye contact with anyone. He raised red flags, and yet this is the result. He has destroyed 33 families and hurt so many others. Why? Because he was sick and twisted. He clearly had no grip on reality. And, even more disturbing, thought of Erik and Dylan as martyrs.

You may notice I there is no clear thesis statement in this post. That's really because I'm still confused. While I don't want any more freedoms that we all enjoy to go out the door, do I ever want this to happen again? no. But what's the trade off? We already live in fear. 9/11 pretty much caused that. How much worse is it going to get before we all just blow each other up? How much hatred is there going to be? People are willing to kill other people, even in this day and age, because they are "infidels" (read: not militant Muslims). That's not normal either and they clearly have no grip on reality. Why are people today so sick in the head? What is causing such a warped view of life? God isn't going to give you 77 Virgins in heaven if you kill someone. God isn't going to too pleased with you when you go on a shooting rampage at your college and murder innocent people. For Christ's sake, the professor that barricaded the door was a Holocaust survivor and THIS IS HOW HE DIES? Yeah, somehow I don't see God or Allah or whatever higher being you believe in looking too kindly on that.

So, I must bring my rambling non-cohesive, almost stream of conscious post to an end, because I have to go back to work now. Maybe I'll clarify later on. Maybe not.

what a world....

Things I don't like to do:
1. go to the gym
2. pay bills
3. go food shopping
4. do homework

Guess what I am doing/did today. Got up, paid the bills (My name is Meghan, and I am BROKE), went to the gym, came home and made lunch (badly burning my palm in the process), and then went food shopping. Now I am waiting for my chicken to boil, then I will start my statistics homework. Today just sucks.

So food shopping was not fun. It's pouring rain here - so all the carriages were wet. I hate wet carriages, then everything you put into the carriage gets wet. So I started off annoyed - though I did find a less wet one, so that was good. So I walked into the produce section were I proceeded to be annoyed by everything. Celery is $4 for a package. I am making chicken soup which needs 2 or 3 stalks at most of celery. But I had to buy an entire package when I don't want an entire package and I have no idea how I will use an entire package of celery! I think my chicken soup is going to have a lot of celery. And lots of salads this week. So the celery annoyed me, and then I got all my fruits and vegetables (and Shaws in Cobbs Corner has The. Worst. Vegetables. Ever. Seriously, their peppers are so beat up, I think they play floor hockey with them before they put them out). So then I meander on over to the deli and there was no way that I was going to wait in that line for some smoked turkey. Good thing I have this chicken soup for lunch this week since there will be no coldcuts! The one thing I can say about going grocery shopping during a north easter is the long lines of people that usually join me on Sunday at the grocery store weren't there!

Oh, and I have to admit this.... I bought Avril's "Girlfriend" on iTunes this morning. Yeah... I did it.

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter... or in my case, happy day of gluttony and my brother-in-law's lethal margaritas. When he handed it to me and said "good luck" you know they are probably not good news. They are more "sipping" margaritas than "drinking" margaritas. There was a lot of food everywhere... from appetizers and desert. I can barely move.

And a gigantic congratulations to Maggie!!

I'm not a happy girl

I'm tired. I'm tired of working, I'm tired of going to school, I'm tired of never having any money, I'm tired of constantly being worn out from working and going to school, I'm tired of never having any time to just relax, I'm tired of the cold weather, I'm tired of being stressed out, I'm tired of not having a good book to read. I'm just tired!



Shockingly I don't have school work to do this weekend and we aren't doing anything on Saturday. I think I am taking a well needed, long overdue Meghan day. I don't have enough money to get my nails done, or get my hair done, it's not pool or beach weather, and I still don't have any good books, but I will figure out something to do that lets me relax. Of course this is after I go to the gym and clean up around here. But still. The day is mine!



Sunday is Easter. I hate Easter. This year we are spending Easter with Andrew's family which means I have to drive two hours to Stratham NH, spend time there, and then drive two hours home. Yeah... that sounds fun. Oh wait, nope, no it doesn't. Physically being there is fine, but the 4 hour driving time leaves a lot to be desired. I'm not religious by any stretch of the imagination (I'm probably the opposite of religious) and Easter doesn't mean anything to me. I'm not even one of those lapsed Catholics who goes to Mass on Easter and Christmas. Hells no! Easter Mass is terrible - only slightly surpased by Easter Vigil. I would rather go to 6 regular Masses then even go near a Mass during Holy Week. To me, Easter is a day that I have to drive for 4 hours to eat ham. I can eat ham at my own house. At least when we spend Easter with my own family, I only have to drive for a total of 2 hours. My brother and sister-in-law are not celebrating Easter this year. Just not celebrating it. They are staying home and not driving anywhere and not even having any ham. It's just a regular Sunday to them. I am so jealous. I can't do that because my mother would guilt trip me into doing something. She won't do that to my brother because she is afraid of breathing the wrong way near him, since he tends to sulk and gets offended over the silliest things ... but whatev. The point is - he isn't celebrating easter. He is my hero right now.



This has been a very very long week. And as I previously mentioned, I'm tired of life right now. Some things have me pretty drepressed and I'm in a constant state of stress, and I just need a break. I would like an entire weekend free, but I'll take Saturday.



I wish I was here: