Well, I just came back from camping this entire weekend with my boyfriend, Chris, and his family. It was really fun and everything but I'm glad to be home again. At least it gave me and Chris time alone together. We never get that here because it's like everytime we leave our houses, half the neighborhood kids swarm to us. It's all cool and all but sometimes you just have to get away from all the noise and confusion and stuff. Whatever. I'm just glad I get a good nights sleep in my own bed in my own home with a bathroom right outside my door, practically! (The bathroom at camp was close enough but you still had to walk too far for my happiness.
Well, I'm working on two stories, right now I'm getting the one that I'm putting up first ready and put together and stuff. Anyways... I think that I'll finish this entry at a later date and tell ya'll about camp and stuff. Right now I'm off to write. Tchao.
- Off To Write
-
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
angelsoverused- August 9th, 2009
cheerful
- Just Starting To Live...
-
- angelsoverused
- August 2nd, 2009
- chipper
The sad thing about the world that I live in right now is that I'm pretty sure nobody ever truly gets me. My mom always speaks for me and that really annoys me. She'll tell someone I said something that I didn't and that bothers me, even though it's as close to what I actually said as she can get right. It's just seriously... I don't know. Anyways.... Yay, this is my first journal entry! I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to write in these but I'm completely okay with that. I'll write whatever I want, when I want to.
You know what annoys me even more than people talking for me? Spam. I get it constantly on my AOL, which is kind of why I enjoy using Lycos.com because I haven't gotten any spam on there. I just checked my mail and it said some bullcrap about a MatchMaker note about some guy name eric, whom I've probably never even SEEN before, and it's like, why? Why do they bother with that? I'm happy to say that I am no longer single and I really don't need a bunch of random guys coming along and trying to jump me or something. Haha.
Actually, what seriously just GETS me is lies and the act of telling them and people who tell them. I've never been much of a liar really: you can very easily tell that I'm lying because I don't look you straight in the eye and I get all fidgety and stuff. Everyone knows it. But ever since the events of these past two years or so, I just cannot stand lies and such. It really ruined absolutely everything when about three people were lying to me at once and I didn't know who to believe so I went with what one of my newer best friends had said and lost my best friend of two years. It sucked really badly and I was screwed up really bad for about three months until I finally started to heal.
I would never say I got over it because I loved her a lot, she was like another sister to me (most of my friends I count as family) and then she completely blew up in my face and did a 360. I've been thinking lately that maybe I never really knew her like she had told me on many, many occasions. My answer was always... Well, since when have you ever tried to let me in close enough to know you for real? Do you know what she told me? She said she had problems letting people in and stuff. I think she just had problems period.
But lately I've been feeling better about the whole thing. I'll never forget but I might forgive. It's hard to take away almost three entire years of your life and I know that, so I can't do it because I didn't understand it when one of my best friends since sixth grade, Courtney, did that a few years ago. And the thing that makes me feel a little better: I know that Adriane, my ex-best friend, is feeling the same things. It's helping me to sleep a little easier at night. The problem is that I hope I can... be done with the whole thing soon. It still gets to me when I read the three notebooks we had written plus misc. loose notes that I have in a folder. I know I shouldn't but...
Oh, sorry for the super rant on what I hate and stuff. There's much more than that. But how about I tell you who I am first, mkay? My name is Meghan Briann and I'm 16. I live in Windber, P.A. and I absolutely love it and would not change my hometown for the world. The school is great, the football amazing, cheerleading is wonderful, plus our school is one of the best in the country and you can't go wrong with that! I totally believe in our school motto: Windber Pride... Experience It! It gives me chills just typing those words.
I'm 5'3" and I've only just obtained that third inch... and I'm going to be a Junior. I'm shorter than most people. My own 12-year-old brother is 6'1"! I have darker brown hair with natural highlights that has turned more reddish recently from dying it red three different times. I wear contacts and I have brown eyes. I'm kinda curvy and I'm just saying that because the school paper thingy that they send home with the BMI thing said I was borderline and like... I'm curvy, short, and have a lot of muscle in my legs from dance for 7 and a half years and cheerleading has given me more. So, I am not fat. Just curvy. XD
I have an older half-brother that is 31 and a half-sister name Heather that is 29 and she has a daughter named Gabriella. My older brother, Shawn, he doesn't come around a lot and he has a daughter too, that I've never even met, named Amanda. I am the oldest in my family unit, followed by Kayla (14), Ryan (12), Paige (7), and Leah (6). I would have two more sisters, Kaitlyn and Alana, who would be about 8 or 9. Kaitlyn was Kayla's twin and she died immediately. Alana lived six days or so.
I'll have to tell you more later 'cause my mom told me to get off. I've been on for four hours so I completely agree. My younger best friend, Isabelle (she's a story for another time, but she's 10 going on 11 and so corrupted by us that she seems more like 12 almost 13; we call her Belle but I sometimes call her Izzy 'cause I think it's cute) wants to watch Mall Cop today with me and my boyfriend, Chris, (he's 15 and going to be a Sophmore... I felt weird about him being a year younger than me for a little there, I mean, him and Kayla are almost on the same age rate, but I got over it quick. We've been going out for a week today) and his mother Sally, which means she'll bring Lexi. Lexi is freaking adorable, she's one-years-old and incredibly smart. Anyways, that's what I'm doing for the rest of the day. Earlier this morning was church and then I started rereading Beka Cooper: Terrier and then I went on here... *sighs* I love Sunday. Tchao.
