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.
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Friday, July 1, 2011
Monday, December 6, 2010
Excerpts from my journal part 1
Before I started blogging regularly, I kept a journal. But not a real journal, per se, more like a book consisting of every stray, unintelligible, crazy, erratic, nonsensical thought that ever bounced around in my brain. In school, if I didn't have my journal I would FREAK OUT because WHERE WILL I WRITE ABOUT THE COMPARATIVE QUALITIES OF K$SHA AND LADY GAGAWHEREIASKYOU!?!?!?!? Once, I forgot it and spent all of my theater class filling up an entire white erase board with the random mind-spewage that could not be contained. My friend Amber took pictures. I'll ask for them. THEN YOU WILL SEE HOW WEIRD I REALLY AM.
But you're about to anyway:
March 31, 2010
-You know how sometimes you have those days when you wake up and you're all, "um, I don't want to go to U.S. government," so you go back to bed and wake up half an hour later and think, "I don't really want to go to biology," so you go back to sleep but then you realize you forgot to call Morgan, so you do and then she laughs at you for being so lame, and you laugh too, and then you go back to bed, and later you wake up and finally shower, but all you really feel like doing is acting out a zombie apocalypse on facebook? Yeah. I'm having one of those days.
Friday, April 23, 2010
-I assume that you make socially awkward comments because you're obsessed with me.
-No matter how many times I tell myself I'm not going to spill, I always spill.
May 3, 2010
-Fruit salad: Banana is the gross, awkward second cousin that you include so that he doesn't feel bad, but you feel bad, cause he smells. Pineapple is the really loud, fat, obnoxious aunt. You're trying to enjoy raspberry or make out with your boyfriend strawberry, and Aunt Pineapple comes up to you and starts laughing really loudly and yelling about childbirth and how her bunions hurt. So yeah. Fruit salad is like an awkward family reunion. You could say that.
-K$sha VERSUS Lady Gaga:
Okay, first of all, K$sha spells her name like an idiot.
1. Dinner with Kesha would probably end like this: "Kesha...here, I'll take you home, put down the vodka...Hey put your shirt back on! Oh...wow you sure can vomit."
Lady Gaga would probably talk about interesting things like...well I don't know. Maybe I'll just talk about Lady Gaga herself.
2. Kesha would probably win in a fight, assuming she wasn't drunk.
Lady Gaga could outdance Kesha any day of the week. And she'd probably drive drunk Kesha home.
3. A drunk Kesha video game would be so awesome.
A Lady Gaga video game would probably just be a lot of hip thrusting.
4. "Your Love is My Drug" is kind of catchy.
Lady Gaga has about 100,025 zillion dollars worth of better songs, in comparison.
5. I wouldn't want to meet Kesha. I just want to shamefully listen to one or two of her jams where no one will find out.
Meeting Lady Gaga would be scary. But awesome.
May 4, 2010
-Apparently, it's Ke-dollarsign-ha. Not K-dollarsign-sha. So Ke$ha. Not K$sha....Whatever. She spells it like an idiot. I don't feel bad. YOU DON'T OWN ME, K$SHA!
May 8, 2010
-Would the world be better, worse, or neutral if I never cleaned my room?
May 10, 2010
-This is just like the time I asked--nay, DEMANDED that my mother extend my curfew. In that this also did not go well.
-And at this point I'm all, whatever. Just give me the freakin' alkaseltzer.
-I'm not sure how alkaseltzer would help in this situation, but it sounds up to the task.
-I realize that my desk wold be more functional if I cleaned it. But when crap covers every surface in my room--well, that really speaks to me.
-Tyler just informed me that "crap" is a swear word in England. It feels like my birthday.
May 16, 2010
-You lack life-blood.
May 25 (ish. ?) 2010
-Yeah, who needs to keep track of the days? Not me. That's who.
May 28, 2010
-Sometimes I accidentally make things awkward without noticing.
-Actually, the most awkward thing about me is probably how often I talk about being awkward.
-...Does anyone want to elope?
As you can see, my entries don't follow any sort of linear, cohesive train of thought. They consist of a lot of one-liners that confuse me when I go back and read them.
One day I will include more entries complete with the illustrations straight from the journal. Also, assuming no one is so freaked out at my insanity, I will publish MOAR ENTRIEEEZZZ!
Actually, I probably will anyway, whether you're freaked out or not.
But you're about to anyway:
March 31, 2010
-You know how sometimes you have those days when you wake up and you're all, "um, I don't want to go to U.S. government," so you go back to bed and wake up half an hour later and think, "I don't really want to go to biology," so you go back to sleep but then you realize you forgot to call Morgan, so you do and then she laughs at you for being so lame, and you laugh too, and then you go back to bed, and later you wake up and finally shower, but all you really feel like doing is acting out a zombie apocalypse on facebook? Yeah. I'm having one of those days.
Friday, April 23, 2010
-I assume that you make socially awkward comments because you're obsessed with me.
-No matter how many times I tell myself I'm not going to spill, I always spill.
May 3, 2010
-Fruit salad: Banana is the gross, awkward second cousin that you include so that he doesn't feel bad, but you feel bad, cause he smells. Pineapple is the really loud, fat, obnoxious aunt. You're trying to enjoy raspberry or make out with your boyfriend strawberry, and Aunt Pineapple comes up to you and starts laughing really loudly and yelling about childbirth and how her bunions hurt. So yeah. Fruit salad is like an awkward family reunion. You could say that.
-K$sha VERSUS Lady Gaga:
Okay, first of all, K$sha spells her name like an idiot.
1. Dinner with Kesha would probably end like this: "Kesha...here, I'll take you home, put down the vodka...Hey put your shirt back on! Oh...wow you sure can vomit."
Lady Gaga would probably talk about interesting things like...well I don't know. Maybe I'll just talk about Lady Gaga herself.
2. Kesha would probably win in a fight, assuming she wasn't drunk.
Lady Gaga could outdance Kesha any day of the week. And she'd probably drive drunk Kesha home.
3. A drunk Kesha video game would be so awesome.
A Lady Gaga video game would probably just be a lot of hip thrusting.
4. "Your Love is My Drug" is kind of catchy.
Lady Gaga has about 100,025 zillion dollars worth of better songs, in comparison.
5. I wouldn't want to meet Kesha. I just want to shamefully listen to one or two of her jams where no one will find out.
Meeting Lady Gaga would be scary. But awesome.
May 4, 2010
-Apparently, it's Ke-dollarsign-ha. Not K-dollarsign-sha. So Ke$ha. Not K$sha....Whatever. She spells it like an idiot. I don't feel bad. YOU DON'T OWN ME, K$SHA!
May 8, 2010
-Would the world be better, worse, or neutral if I never cleaned my room?
May 10, 2010
-This is just like the time I asked--nay, DEMANDED that my mother extend my curfew. In that this also did not go well.
-And at this point I'm all, whatever. Just give me the freakin' alkaseltzer.
-I'm not sure how alkaseltzer would help in this situation, but it sounds up to the task.
-I realize that my desk wold be more functional if I cleaned it. But when crap covers every surface in my room--well, that really speaks to me.
-Tyler just informed me that "crap" is a swear word in England. It feels like my birthday.
May 16, 2010
-You lack life-blood.
May 25 (ish. ?) 2010
-Yeah, who needs to keep track of the days? Not me. That's who.
May 28, 2010
-Sometimes I accidentally make things awkward without noticing.
-Actually, the most awkward thing about me is probably how often I talk about being awkward.
-...Does anyone want to elope?
As you can see, my entries don't follow any sort of linear, cohesive train of thought. They consist of a lot of one-liners that confuse me when I go back and read them.
One day I will include more entries complete with the illustrations straight from the journal. Also, assuming no one is so freaked out at my insanity, I will publish MOAR ENTRIEEEZZZ!
Actually, I probably will anyway, whether you're freaked out or not.
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