Chapter 2: The Plan to take down LLR

Yes, my fans, we are going to take down LLR....and it involves cottage cheese and maybe some eggs..... New character: CCC: the new best friend, who was always an old best friend. The secret skinny curvacious (sp?) beauty who knows how to fix any problem and is a evil genius mastermind of revenge. LLR is going down. Not in a dead way, merely a little embarrassment and moola. LLR should probably realize how abnoxious she is and how much she lies. Argh. Since BFG has turned into her Psycho-self, LLR has been her newly appointed right-hand man. When LLR is seen in the halls of our dear school, she immediately glares us (Me & BFE) down and gives a self-proclaimed look of death/intimidation, which looks more like a fish face with really furry eyebrows involved, aka NOT PRETTY (or scary, maybe just ugly and slightly disturbing). So our plan is in a way so as to humiliate her, not harm her, well, not physically at least. It's simply to let her know that some people should develop their own brains and opinions, (mainly her.). CCC, the evil genius, has proposed an idea so sweet that it would be inhumane to pass up. We have plotted to place tons of the world's most hated diet food, cottage cheese, within the bed of her precious truck! And BFG is soon to be plotted with the same vehicle fate. Mwahahahahahahahah! (I've always wanted to cackle like an evil super-villain before, and now my chance has arrived.) Love, Megan

Pics! (Hurrah?)

(The Girls, before everything went Haywire)
(Myself & ex-BFG)
(The "Bones" Shot)
(The "Grrr" Shot)
(Myself & BFE being Superheros.)

Love, Megan

Chapter 1: How to Lose a Friend in 7 Days

So, Let's begin at the, well, beginning.

BFE has been going through some serious issues/problems/drama. She has been very d-pressed, which in turn makes her BF's very sad and frustrated. I mean, how are two teenage girls supposed to cure someone who is clinically d-pressed half the time and half not? We aren't God, by all means, and It's hard enough being a teenager. Well, after a few months of BFE's d-pressed self, BFG decided that she couldn't deal anymore. So, she wrote on a very popular online teen site that she didn't want to deal with all of BFE's drama anymore. She basically, didn't want to be her friend because it was too much for BFG to deal with. Now, that's not how big girls deal with things, is it? No, it is not. So she basically made BFE cry and more d-pressed. In response to BFG being so heartless, (she's a frogger, I assumed she didn't know she was upsetting BFE) I wrote a polite letter to BFG over a popular online teen site, telling BFG that she was being immature and selfish and unsupportive. She then, promptly, wrote an evil response announcing almost all of my insecurities and basically, tearing me to pieces. Evil, n'est-ce pas? So, I cried and then did what anyone else would do. I erased her from my online pages. I erased all pictures with her in them from my pages and all the comments she ever left. I know, I'm overreacting, but she did not apologize.

This was a few days ago and since then, she had been:
1) Avoiding me.
2)Having all her little cronies (LRR, especially) glare me and BFE down
3) she almost hit my car today and when she saw me, she kept going until I honked.
4) she is ignoring all of my messages that i send to her.
5)talking to anyone and everyone about this whole mess.

I am soooooo annoyed. Arghenschnargen.

Love, Megan

Ta-da! Today I return to the world-wide web!

I have not been on for an entire year?! That is craziness.... But the real question is why? Well, I think that I was too busy figuring out life. But Today I am going to introduce a few characters in the story of my life.
BFE: The secretly brilliant ditzy girl with serious inner and outer battles going on. BFG: The conflicted beauty that doesn't know how to be best friends or even friends with girls; also doesn't know how to have friends and a boyfriend at the same time. LLR: BFG's sidekick and best friend whenever she (BFG) isn't friends with us (Me and BFE).
Messosauras: Half evil, half sweet choir director that looks about 23 yrs old and dresses like a 17 yr old.

Now that you know some of the main character's, you need to know some of our lingo, or else it will make no sense to you.

Frogger: A French person Boat: a term for a boy Goat: a term for a girl LB: loser boyfriend

Those are some good starting terms. I'll introduce more characters and terms as necessary.
So... here's a pic of me from current. (If you are really blond, it's at the top of this entry. Yes, I'm that one.)
Love, Megan

AP Assholes.

Oh my Claude, I am tres depressed. At 2:57 pm today I recieved the results of my AP Studio Art Portfolio. It was a 2. Out of 5. This is Muy depressing. I do not know how to deal avec this. I no longer believe in the grading system. My artwork was better than a 2 out of 5. Much better. People tell me this all the time. No, I am not being conceited, but merely speaking truthfully. Honestly, I am uber bummed. Claude, This is horrible. It is tres Les Miserables. Ack. I want to run up to the grader of my portfolio and shove a large wad of tin foil in his yap and run away screaming, " Fermez Les Bouches! Look who's talkin' now." Argh. This is TERRIBLE. Merde, Triple Merde and a half of three quarters. Bach. Sebastian Bach. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. This is soooooooo Mind Blowwing. I am truthfully and completely shocked. I don't know what to say.
Love, Megan
P. S. This is some of my stuff. Is it really that bad?

Still Swollen, Looking More Normal.

I am feeling sooooo much better. Tomorrow morning at 6 am in Beverly Hills I can get my bandages off. I still have traces of beaver cheeks but I no longer have brittish piggy puff eyes. I had my nose done one week ago, today. I hvae minimal bruising and I have not been taking my pain meds. This entry is extremely short because I am soooooooooooooo bored. I cant even sit still long enough to finish writing something entertaining. I am bored out of my socks because I have not seen human life other than my family for a week. But starting Friday I can go out inot the world! Thank Claude, I am getting to be very antisocial inside this little room. Freedom shall come Vendredi. Liberty!
Love, Megan

Call Me Alvinette.

Well....
I look like a blowfish (a very attractive one, thank you very much.) with the miniature version of angelina's lips and some slightly oriental eyes. I guess that's what happens when you get your nose reshaped. I probably look like the female version of Alvin the Chipmunk with a better complexion of course. This is all two days after the surgery. It was a surreal event, you could say. I woke up on Wednesday June 28th at 5:45 and then I was off to Beverly Hills for my rendez-vous with the doctor man. All I can remember before the anestesia kicked in was that the doctors/nurses/etc could not find my veins to put the drip in. bummer, I can never be a junkie. I'll have to scratch that one off of my list of things to do before I die. I was in the operating room for an hour or so. Then they were waking me and helping me get dressed. Apparently I had been out for two hours. The nurse asked me when and who had done my boobs. Nice, I am now a 16 yr old plastic surgery junkie. Scratch that one of my list too, I suppose. Now, two days later, it looks like someone put an air pump in my mouth and had some fun with it. It's okay I have not suffered any major bruising yet, knock on wood, so things will be nice from here on out. Next Thursday, I go in at 7:oo am to get all the bandaging off of my new lovelier face. Fantastic and Marvie and Incredulouso. Whatever the hell that means, I meant it well, seeing as I am pretty sure I just made up that last one. I haven't written for ages because, though my busy schedule of watching tv and sleeping did permit writing skills necessary for using a keyboard, my swollen brittish piggy puffs of eyes did not. Now that I can see again, with assistance from my glasses, I may be able to write on this thing-a-ma-jig on a semi-regular basis. Tres exciting. But not excite, you silly non/possible froggers. Bonsoir. In my current condition I need all the beauty sleep the night will allow, and possibly the day time as well. Au revoir, Adieu et Salut.
Love, Megan
P.S. No pics because I do not like to be viewed in all my puffy glory, except on myspace.
url: myspace.com/malibumegasm

Je suis finis.

Ah yes.....amazingly, This was the last day of Finals....Till Next Year! Ya ya and now we dance and so forth. Today I am going to soak up some pre-summer rays avec Ems (hopefully) but not until I've assisted my fellow chambersingers in singing the national anthem at the senior graduation. So I am almost off in my all black....to sit and sing in the sunshine, in a little place we like to call Malibu. I am uberly tired but it does not matter because I have just finished FINALS. ya ya again. I will dance in the sunshine, Only impressing the summer boys for three flights of a second. You call to me but I can't hear you, I only have eyes for the ocean. Summer takes its toll, we all unravel and melt into the same pot, my name becomes yours and your rainbow nail polish seems absurdly bright. I speak up, call out and it mixes into a giant chant of teenage emotion and memories. If you are lucky enough to catch one, hold on to two for me, And I'll meet you over the horizon for next year's conformity. There's a poem for you lovelies. I am off because I am singing... now. Bye. Love, Megan

Two down, one to go.

Hello Lovelies. Today was my second and last easy day of finals week. Tomorrow I will have to endure, History....gasp! and Maths....gasp, Gasp! I studied like a good girl should and I also got in some tanning hours and managed to start and finish two books. I slept in the sun and it was marvie. I have not located my first summer boy, but it will come to be, All in good time. 7 days until my surgery. Keep your fingers crossed and wish good thoughts for me. I am feeling a heavy case of the sleepies so I am off to read and then sleep early tonight! Bon soir, Guten nacht, Ciao et good night.
Love, Megan

One down, two to go.

First day of finals finished....hurrah, hurrumph and haleluia? I really don't know how to spell that one. My new favorite yearbookism comes to us from Keenan, (an adorable little artisty friend of mine). It goes like this: "If you were a young child, preferably small, on the side of the road, I would abduct you." It's perfect to throw in to show how much you care. And on that note, I really am so close to being done with school, it's fabulous! And as summer draws nearer, you know what that means, don't you? Summer Boys. The most ammmmmmazing thing about summer would be how you can be whoever the hell you want to be. Today, I had the Cary Final and it was just a notch above impossible. 8 days left until I get My Surgery! yaya and a half. I am tres excited. But not excite, because that mes petit amies, is tres dirrty. So I will leave you on that note, as I am to go get some nice sunny rays on my epidermis, approximately now.
Love, Megan