Entries from my journal part deux

I've posted some of my journal on this blog before.  I wonder why I did that.  However I clearly do not learn from past experience, because here is some more.


June 2, 2010 (At least I think that's the date, but I wrote that last night was May 31st, so I really have no idea.  Obviously)

-I have a theory about people who actively seek me out.  People are really looking for the other Megan Prietzel.  There must be another one.  She's reasonable and normal and knows how to do laundry.  She also is part of a super team that fights crime and can shoot fireballs from her eyebrows.  (I like to think my alter ego has skills.)  Anyway, they think they are going to get an awesome super person but instead they're all, "Oh dang.  CRAZY." and I'm all, "Let's go roll down a hill in a cardboard tube."  That's probably why I both do and do not have friends.


June 22, 2010

-I went to Lake Powell for my senior trip.  I felt just like Indiana Jones, only less masculine.  And coordinated.


June 23, 2010 [Hi, it's present day Megan.  I don't know what the following is about.  I think I was thinking about how to tell if someone is a zombie.  Just...I don't know.]

-I'm not saying you're a zombie.  I'm implying it.  There's a difference.

-You could be a zombie.  Let me check your pulse.  If you try to eat my brain, you're probably a zombie.

-Or you just like brains.  That's cool.  I don't judge.

-But I'd like to point out that I would judge if I were paid to.  I'd be like Simon Cowell only without an accent and a black shirt.  So, in other words, lame.

-But still cooler than a zombie.

-Who am I kidding.  Not cooler at all.


June 24, 2010

-I try not to be rude but then I'm all drunk and stuff.

-I meant to write "blunt" and accidentally wrote "drunk."  That tells you a little bit about me.


July 2, 2010

-Jordan just told me that my status updates me seem weird.  If status updates are the only things making me seem weird, I think I'm doing pretty well.

-You know, I find that mispronunciation is really the only way to go.

-I would like to inform the authorities about you but then the police would arrest you and I couldn't so openly stare.


July 4, 2010

-The housing market is pretty bad, so I think I should live in a house made out of legos and rubber cement.


July 30, 2010

-99% of what I write is junk. 1% is actually probably useful.  Not that I've ever written about anything useful exactly, but I'm sure that something, somewhere could be misconstrued as helpful.  It would probably be disguised as a unicorn or something though.

-I think the world would be a better place if I were in charge of it.  Or at least parts of it.  I hear Switzerland is doing pretty well without me.

-I just don't want to live in a world that requires I wear pants in public.


October 22, 2010

-Some mail came for you today.  It looked fairly important, so I threw it away.


March 15, 2011

-There just isn't much dialogue written out for real life.  And the stuff there is sucks.

-I think that if you're enough of a nerd, people will just love you.


Hello!  It's Megan again.  To answer some questions that haven't been asked but that I can guess will come in emails after this post, there IS a reason why I write and why I write like this.  These little thoughts and snippets of internal conversations lead to things.  Bigger things.  A lot of my journal has just been skipped in this post because so many of the entries turned into full posts or articles and since you've already read those, why write them here again?  So I guess this is a behind-the-scenes look for you.  I'm sorry that there is nothing more exciting to report.  I know that a lot of you are writers and I suggest that you guys get yourself a cute and whimsical journal (mine is made up of a bunch of different illustrated pages) and jot down every weird thought that comes to your head.  Because we all have them and anyone who says they don't is a liar. 

So there are some glimpses into my crazy brain.  If you're still confused and don't understand any of it, then I'll just leave you with my last entry, which is just this: It just feels so good to write for no specific reason.