i'm involved in...

1 - the awesome guy rubbing his eye : that would be mitchell davis in farewell room

2 - the triangle bread next to him: that would be na'an. or bread as the brown people put it.

3- man with a dead hand: THAT WOULD BE DEXTER WHICH IS WHAT I AM WATCHING RIGHT NOW. JOIN ME.

4- the cutie patutie smilin' at me: that be my life friend j would i owe a lot too in general and just hit very unpayable debt towards for her aid this week. big fan.

5 - roses: NOT JUST ANY ROSES, ROSECUPCAKES. and i am looking up cupcakes all the time for my disa (digital imaging and studio arts) pictures for an assignment that i have to ask the question "would you like a cupcake?" i think the world's answer will be yes.

6- VAMPIRE WEEKEND COUSINS? - VAMPIRE WEEKEND'S COUSINS!

7- the hand: me mentioning that i am owning yoga class.

8- unattractive album art - leading to the infinitely gorgeous song two atoms in a molecule by noah and the whale.

9 - eclips - ... no comment.

that's all i can do for now.

but um... some life-making news....

i have shifts at my heartbucks!

the transfer is a-go!

i work wednesday close with jo bro southpark guy!

IAMOHSOEXCITED.

the sleepy but better,

mtb.

p.s: i am starting to say my starbucks and indigo goodbyes. jon tells good stories & laurence gives great hugs.

phoenix on ash street.

i am in the process of doing massive amounts of procrastinated works to glance over at my old everything book for a five minute break. i make the mistake of reading my last entry that was dead and center of my period of "not so great" town. massive understatement. but all this to say... shit. that was a bad time.

and all THAT to say.

and i realize a bit of that right now.

to that, cheers to happiness, opportunity, bon iver's roslyn, love, friends that are family, and music.

i probably wouldn't have made it out alive with the final three mentionings.

thank you will never be enough.

the humbled and self-congradulating,

returned,

mtb.

clutching at my parachute.

right now, things are undigestible.

i am on the edge of everything and can't sit and rest.

but i did so today.

good decision.

i saw new moon saga, laughed at it the whole way through, get to a friend's house, had a nice warm meal, followed by tea, shattered glass, and a wedding movie.

it did mountains of good.

i have to remember i have a life sometimes.

as much as i can be a constant socialite, i get lost in everything.

the soundtrack to my gettings lost

- erik hassle's hurtful (3 days. non stop. one of those songs that you come up with the sytycd choreography for in your head)

- stars' life effect (the time that shuffle got it just right)
- somedays by regina spektor (she sings what i've been trailing off about)

and the entire parachutes soundtrack by coldplay.

it is keeping me calm and collected at the moment which is what i need.

on really vague&random notes:

- our chalkboard wall in our kitchen is getting very full.

- GRANDE CARAMEL MACCHIATO ADDED ME ON FACEBOOK.

- never back down

- arctic monkeys is soon (oh, how i miss concerts.)

- things are about to get real ugly

- friendly fires is sooner. yum. i get my drummer back.

- apparently i have my own church.

- koi story was great.

all of these are based off of true stories.

ALSO.

FUN FACT.

the guy in new moon as an almost-extra IS FROM EXHIBIT A!

also, MANGO CAKE ANYONE?!?!?!

THOSE... ARE MANGO SLICES.

GET EXCITED, AUDIENCE.

on that note, homework.

from the girl trying to be all smiles & giggles,

mtb.

this will be left open.

to see what is going to come out about this blog and about this night.

because of interesting circumstances.

i had a fantastic day today.

things were done, things happened, and most if not all were very great,

i am having a muffin right now. an epic fail muffin.

but.... i feel like i shouldn't blog this.

allow me to start over.

i am meaghan and i am a follower of the spaghetti monster.

quelle beauteeeee.

that's supposed to be french

what ever.

i will make it,.,.mine?

yup. i inserted lyrics

i better work.

i shouldn't participated.

but time to just say that i loved today. i will most probably and likely work at the starbucks i have been raving oh so mucha about. it's amazing. plus i got wendy's, PLUS an espresso machine by my best friend SAIMA. STEEZ SISTER.BGSPT

THAT'S BLOGSPOT.COM

CHECK IT OUT.

and i'm not dancing.

i think imma nap now.

sorries and apologies.

yours and everyone else's AND SO PLEASED,

mtb.

goin' on nothin'

so i had 2 hours of sleep.

in hour segments.

and the next four days are to be just as deprived.

good news: i whipped my presentation to bitz!

volunteered to go first and it was worth it.

my class was blown to the wall, i then went on break...

and never came back.

skipped my class afterwards because no one handed in the outline, thus no one to peer edit my draft (if i had written it that is).

plus, the only person i talk to in that class was going home sick. thus, i took a sick day, too.

why am i blogging if i have no time to spare you may ask?

because.

organize my thoughts?

let's see... tonight:

WITHOUT A DOUBT:

- written critique for barclay

- hand in frame assignment

- review for exam(?)

IF I HAVE THE ENERGY:

-rough draft for symanski

- english paragraph using the thesis statements

tomorrow:

- film class.

- complete the second exercise of photoshop afterwards.

- get two camera papers signed for cameras.

- get two papers signed for tripods.

- get film for the camera (coloured film)

- go and talk to dan babino.

-move my stove in.

- print out yoga papers.

-sleep (?)

SORRY TO BORE YOU WITH THAT.

I SHALL LEAVE YOU WITH THIS PICTURE FROM THE OFFICE SEASON 6 THAT I AM WATCHING/ CATCHING UP TO ILLEGALLY.

THAT IS ALL.

the cold turkey z-er,

mtb.

i would enjoy it more if you were enjoyable.

i hate spoiler teachers. i have great respect for teachers and when i fall upon one who treats their lessons, course, and students as a joke, it throws me off and leaves me unmotivated.

i also loath arrogance in teachers.

and my photo teacher is the poster corpse of this.

i am running on an hour's sleep right now.

and work followed by school.

dangerous.

but i am looking at some cool pictures so it's cool.

i am going to school this bitter ol' bag and show her what circa 91 has to offer.

PREPARE YOURSELF, SOUR PUSS.

speaking of shiitake mushroom teachers of the world.

SoMeThInG eLsE tHaT iS sHiItAkE

my youtube quicklist.

can you say paradiso girls & cobra starship?

patron tequila?

good girls go bad?

(this kind of music is the only thing to keep me running at 4 in the morning with a blink-lasting nap.)

AND JUST LOOK AT THE LOVE THEY SHARE:

the family shiitake.

what a nice shot.

my actual music recommendations:

- jason mraz: make it mine

- gavin degraw: belief

i don't care what you say.

i ENJOY gavin.

he got some good tunes, okay?

with that, i'm off to make sense of my homework load.

p.s: dear apartment and roommate,

i missed/miss you a lot.

from the reason a photo teacher has a negative number on ratemyteacher.com,

mtb.

ghostly offerings and bitter kittens.

so i pulled a breakfast club by heading into school on a saturday.

i roled (that's right. roled. as in role.) up as the basket case as i walked in with two life-sized bags.

however, i pulled a kiss a$$ by going in on a saturday... to do homework.

after getting the guard's attention, having him unlock the art studio, i took over.

and took pictures.

i also created a business pitch.

LOOKING FOR BARGAINS?
LOOKING FOR THINGS YOU CAN'T FIND ANYWHERE BECAUSE NO ONE SELLS IT?
WE GOT IT.

do you ever find yourself fed up of people of the speaking and breathing kind? your kittens are shunning you and no one will make eye contact with you?

PRESENTING JACOB THE STATUE.

FOR ALL OF YOUR LONESOME NEEDS.

do you often find yourself asking for a hand?
a hand with six fingers?

but you change your mind and you only need three fingers?

INTRODUCING THE TRINGERS.

are you sick and tired of your having your rock ignore you?

does it have no emotional response and lacks compassion?

FOR YOUR USE: THE EMOTION STONE.

*special tears of black app*

SO COME ON DOWN TO MEAGHAN'S NAX & NIX.

BECAUSE IF WE DON'T SELL IT, IT'S PROBABLY USEFUL!

once my immature distractions were over with, i got to work.

meet my before.

meet my during.

meet my after.

i am hating my skull right now.

but overall, pretty contented.

i find something overwhelmingly artistic about the fact we place all of the canvas stands in the corner of the room.

it shows the massive amount of opportunities you can have with art.

and i just feel at home with the idea.

after that, i headed to work, cleared the stormy skies with my boss, all is well.

i went to visit my old house. i am staying there for the weekend as i have my ridiculous shifts this weekend.

and i realized i'm at the point of no return.

it's not the same anymore. i'm better off out of there.

spoke to j on the phone last night.

i miss her dearly.

but we'll find time.

aaaaaaaaaaaaand now i am going to work on the other side.

today is a good day.

your sky cleaner & business woman,

mtb.

deuce.

you place it in my hand.

i inhale and exhale

as it hovers between my finger tips.

the fog and smog sets in.

between the metal platforms, steps are taken,

as you creep closer to the garden that has no key.

his face sinks me.

as you approach the gate,

i can't do this.

i go inside to wait for something.

for either him to call my name and for him to hear me calling his.

or maybe i'm waiting for you to take it anyway.

but i shut my eyes and shook and was shaken.

by what i could not unravel.

eager to bite on a lip other than mine.

to live in someone's dreams other than mine.

to feel something other than those i've bottled.

and you offered me a sip.

my pieces are in place, hallelujah.

first order of unimportant business: i adore this scarf i borrowed from my roommate kaarlie.

this segway leading to the more important details of my move.

it went over tremendously.

kaarlie's friends daniel &

-----

sorry to interrupt.

but i am at my heartbucks right now.... and.... one of the barista's just had an epileptic seizure?

out of nowhere?

what's going ON?!?!

i am forced to switch channels on the topic.

---

& ryan; a.k.a: THE ROKCKSTARS OF MOVING THINGS had the truck loaded with my stuff in 30 minutes, and had BOTH of our stuff unloaded IN AN HOUR'S TIME.

it was like seeing an action movie where the leading actor jumps off of a burning building and lands with nothing different bur some dirt on his leather jacket.

there was a bit of an issue with the fridge (shawn caused a dent in my wall)

but that's okay!

my lifefriend has volunteered to plaster the quarter-sized inverted wall zit as well as plaster the hole in our stomachs by buying in groceries.

special blog shout out to:

my mommy; for taking the day off after all to send me off & GIVING ME A FRIDGE!!!

cindi and ro; for driving around like "the amazing race" for straps and being amazing.

daniel and ryan; for being the reason as to why our move was successful.

andrew; for putting our fridge back together.

shawn; for being my best two-week-long friend ever and for causing the dent in my wall.

mandy, autumn, and laurent; for dropping by to wish up good things and good luck.

special thanks to: KATI & KARYN! who got lost trying to walk to our apartment and gave me a fondu set, owl kleenex, sushi plates, saki kit, alcoholic chocolate, and a cactus.

catherine and greg: who never actually made it but intended to!

since then, we have been living off of stale bread, starbucks pastries, black coffee & sugar free cinnamon dolce syrup.

and we are loving it.

thanks to my dear friend saima and the ahmed family,

we now have a stove.

i love my friends & family.

(p.s: nadi, expect flowers. nice ones)

everything is great, really!

i haven't felt this stable or secure in a while.

i feel like i am 100% responsible for what i get and dish out and i love it.

i've grown up decades in days.

it's great.

great.

i am in montreal's fashion forward and cultural hands.

i'll be fine.

:)

the sounds of my success

frank sinatra - that's life

arcade fire - no cars go

the maccabees - lego

also, my dear friend that i call by a last name made me a program to congradulate me on my move:

a PROGRAM!

this is what life is all about.

take care, darlings.

i sure am. :)

from the girl who takes joy in knowing she can metro home from a starbucks,

mtb.

today's the day.

it's here, my hoes and bros.

the day mtb is bouncing.

it didn't sink in until my life was in boxes on the lawn waiting for the truck to come.

i find myself now, waiting for that truck and for a new part of my life to start.

and the age of eighteen years, four months, and 10 days, the homegrown roots are cut.

and i'm off to be in my field that is montreal.

a diet new york if you will.

if my old room walls could talk, they would say they didn't miss me much.

and i would probably return the same favour.

i never gave this place the home title.

but i would see it as my detox center.

and as much as i hated it here (for a multitude of reasons),

i will say it worked wonders (along with many other events and people).

all that's left in my old room is a lamp that came from the 8 year old who lived there before me, a bed frame from houses ago, crumbs of paper and wrappings, and a starbucks shaker.

(INSERT PICTURE OF MY MASSIVE AMOUNT OF BOXES AND STOCK that didn't turn out because it is too sunny outside for my hp cybercam)

i feel like i am on hoarders or something.

it's ridiculous how much a girl can collect over the years.

i am ready for this.

i realized that as i was walking down with arms full of junk.

that i am ready for this.

yes, money will be tight. yes, there will be unforeseeable issues, some that we saw coming, and days that are less than enjoyable.

but i am ready for this.

i am excited for this!

my life is starting anew right now.

and though there will be chaos, i will learn to love most of them!

--------------------

so kaarlz & i rallied up our mommies and friends for the move.

they should be arriving momentarily to help me move my life to the island .

*kaarlie calls me*

in 30 minutes.

LET THE MAGIC OF BRIGHT & SPACIOUS COMMENCE.

soundtrack for today's festivities

(the song that got me through packing last night and lawn-loading this morning) - BAND OF HORSES : No One's Gonna Love You

(the song that got me pumped last night and fed my procratinating tendencies) - POMPLAMOOSE: MJ's Beat it

(the song that i'm trippin' on) - MODEST MOUSE:King Rat

(the song that said it all) - ARCADE FIRE:Windowsill

BYE! :DDDDDDDDDDD

the evolutionizing and moving,

mtb.

rick predicted the tears.

and shawn's trade-off offerings will help me wipe them away.

i am sorry to be a disappointment.

i did not intend for it to be that way.

i cannot digest this shit right now.

i do not deserve to be called this.

you gave me no guide lines.

i did the best with what i had.

and i never meant to disappoint.

i do not know why you didn't talk about her.

why don't you mention her?

you should mention her.

it will make me feel comfortable.

because being so comfortable with you now keeps the flood gates open for leaks.

and i can't fall hard for someone whose already landed.

and i know i can fall.

i am sorry.

that's all.

i could say what i wish to do to you.

but i know that you will never take the "shut and kiss me" step.

and i know i won't do anything to do anything worse to you.

so here we will say.

and i'm sorry.

i wish you would have wished me congradulations.

you should have swallowed your ego like i've been forced to do with mine.

you are being a bad sister for that.

and i don't appreciate it.

nor deserve it.

that's right.

i don't.

i have to work now.

and i don't want to.

that's right. that kind of day.

the one i have never seen.

peppermint mocha all over my heart.

"Restlessness sets us on edge today as the changeable Gemini Moon forms an uneasy square with electric Uranus. But we can manage our anxiety and even move through an unexpected development with grace, for the Moon creates superconductive trines with optimistic Jupiter, intuitive Neptune and attractive Venus. Meanwhile, the fickle finger of fate could point us in a surprising direction as assertive Mars forms a mysterious septile with karmic Saturn."

rick levine, get out of my life, please.

and english group. you do the same.

all i can say is hurricanes.

survival of the one who consumed the most espresso shots.

i took the rational decision to sleep for a good three hours, though.

because i decided and realized that my panic attacks became more prone with lack of sleep.

and i don't want that to happen anymore.

i'm beyond that at this point.

so my plan for this week: get throughit.

reward of the day: wearing my coldplay concert t-shirt.

(i will take whatever i can get/make time for)

my real reward will be my art class this friday when my oral from hilter (otherwise known as bad classmates) will be over and done with and i can enjoy three hours of pie-making, laughing about platyoalaroos and television shows, and ashley miller (my art teacher sent from zeus.)

looking better already.

tune that i have been listening to for a solid 24 hours:

SUBSTITUTION BY SILVERSUN PICKUPS.

(and it's partially the reason for all my hurricanes.)

i'm off to run around.

your roadrunner (and hopefully breathing),

mtb.

bright & spacious and a life of its own.

i spent today with my new friend coming up with questions for a dating game show and then acting it out.

a solid three hours of laughs and dance moves is a great way to start it all off.

soon after, i went to art class to work on my "pot pie" art assignment, was given 2nd year treatment, and spoke to miller (my favourite teacher) about my program concerns.

i then ended up running into new friend (shawn, by the by) and we bused to panama together.

his awkward self told me tales of iga employment and its horrors along with upcoming concert plans and the musicians we've met.

i expect good things out of this friendship

(one of those being meeting arctic monkeys. oh yeah. we will make that happen!)

in other and more important news

i painted my future bedroom today!!!

kaarlz and i met up at dawson, got driven in by mommy cindi & jazz musician and friend ro, had their stamp of approval, and got to work.

i now have my dream room at long last!

PINK.

oh how i love pink.

(pink symphony to be more specific)

we then had supper from a maxi near us, discussed ideas and regulations (such as hugging each other often) when we are in fact room mates.

kaarlz painting in our kitchen.

more painting in our kitchen.

ps: we both wore starbucks shirts with work pants.

without discussion.

exhibit 323948 as to why she is my roommate.

considering the trainwrecks and worries i have right now (homework, transfer, homework, moving, homework,... my suicide, obviously.)

it did me some good to have the maarlzbux put back together.

i will breathe.

no panic attacks.

:)

please sense my optimism!

gnight for now!

from the girl on two blankets and hardwood floors,

mtb.

ps: only love is all maroon.

i thought time would never change us...

the only way to handle a day filled with human door mats, bitch fists, lack of connection, lack of time and patience, and everything else.

friends.

something that without

i would find myself wanting

to rifle myself.

two handwritten letters, txts about sonic youth, postsecrets and loes, painting plans aaaaaand

a pair of friendmade earrings later...

i am all better.

the caterpillar gone butterfly,

mtb.

p.s: WHILE I AM HERE, something has come to my attention.

after spending months working at my very bilingual starbucks, one of my collegues has been saying the expression "live" to refer to things that were to be accomplished immediately. i thought this was amazing (partially because i would invision bono for some reason). so i started saying it. my english collegues (including my roommate) teased me about this and i told them with great amounts of pride "

"i'm going to make it a thing!"

and would you be so surprised as to hear that EVERYONE AT MY CEGEP IS SAYING IT?

no. didn't think so.

i cannot help but feel personally responsible.

and well as personally satisfied.

you're welcome, urbandictionary.

and it didn't.you will never know how much that comforts me.

because i love the word charisma.

what my new found musical soulmate is trying to get me into:

what i have turned into after baking cheeseburger cupcakes, promising to bake another batch for my friends at school and in my classes just because, deciding to make my art sculpture for class a pie, and dressing up as a 1950's housewife for Hallowe'en:

THINGS I WISH I NEVER HAD TIME FOR:

- idiots. (especially in a classroom setting)

- h1n1 hysteria.

- adam sandler.

- customers with sticks up their ass.

- radiohead's creep.

THINGS I WISH I HAD TIME FOR:

- breathing

- moving

- criminal minds (the show not the actual criminals)

- seeing my old students

- where the wild things are.

- friends

- liking radiohead

- my friends making fun of my hatred for creep.

- watching my best friend's imaginary cooking show.

- this blog.

this was a jewing out of a blog post.

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mtb.