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Wow. I wish I knew who put in those last two posts. I have an idea who they are but it'd be nice to be certain.
But I'd like to address that issue that we're all sad when we blog. erm. no,hun, not always. scroll down and reads. There are some Happy Days.
Lauren's in Myrtle Beach and she saw this band that she isn't allowing me to tell you all about because you'll tell others and GOD FORBID WE GET THIS NO NAME BAND SOME SCENE CRED.

hehe. I'll wait til I have my tee shirt and CD before I unveil the band. If they're even good.
But yeah.
I couldn't sleep last night. So took an Advil PM. Then like 20 minutes later *clunked out on couch asleep*. I ended up getting 12 hours of lovely sleep!!!! So I'm a chipper little megan. So full of energy. So happy, I could dance!

I talked to Weaver. She got her boyfriend trained to rip off his pants at the mention of the word "water". I was like good job. That'll come in handy in those so few moments in between classes.

Saturday I shall be home. I think I might try and get Ashli to go see Pirates with me. I doubt she's seen it yet and I am aching to see it again. Then I need to get something for Amanda's grad thing. We are not to go near the watermelon. Apparently its spiked. *giggles*
fun. fun. fun.
on the farm.
((Good thing I don't drink))

See Beth (who I believed to wrote that last entry since no one else mentions DJ) HAPPY!!!!!


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Ha. Ha. I pack horribly. Oma made me redo it like 5 time since nothing would fit. I have too much crap. Thank god we're not flying home. I'd be in a pickle but instead I got out my handy dandy trash bag and tossed most clothing in there.
Oh yeah and my new glasses. So so studious. Mum kept going on and on and on about something but I liked them so ha-za!
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