meggy

please join me in drinking an icy cold beverage in memory of the greatest internship ever. oh wbcn, i may have gotten burned out working all your late night promos in shitty bars in strange towns, but i love you like a fat kid loves cake.

dear craigslist.

diaf.

love,

weasel who can't get her stupid apartment listing to post for an unknown reason.

1. still have the plague. but it is dying down.

2. dropped off my tire to be repaired today. hopefully they can repair it and i won't need a new one. also hopefully. if i bat my pretty little eyes at them, they will put it on my car for me so that i don't have to.

3. last year i actually thought ahead and saved my apartment listing, which means i don't have to write an entirely new one for craigslist. this makes me happier than you can imagine.

4. apparently the walk for hunger is the gift that keeps on giving. and by "keeps on giving" i mean "robbing me of my toenail" sucks.

5. related to #4, i need new sneakers that fit me better.

6. related to #5, i am broker than broke and don't know when i will purchase those. it is going to take some very creative transferring of funds to pay my credit card bill by tomorrow.

7. i really should clean my apartment so that i can list the apartment on craigslist so it is in acceptable condition if anyone comes wants to come by tomorrow, but i'd really rather sleep.

8. texts from last night and f my life are two of the greatest websites ever.

9. i should be at matt's tonight, but the plague.

10. i would like to go on vacation now.

i screwed up my finances really badly this month. apparently i never paid the electric bill. i just had to scrounge around to find the money to make my rent check clear. in order to make my rent check clear, i'm putting off paying my credit card bill until the last possible moment. and basically all of this leaves me with about 10 dollars until next friday and god help me if fast lane tries to take money out of my account because there is nothing there to take.

i'm so screwed. ugh.

note to self:

buy ant traps for matt's apartment.

also, sun? you're on notice. you better come out by the time matt and i get to my aunt's apartment. there's a pool! it's bad enough that the tide chart is denying me a boat ride, don't deny me the pool as well!

upside: found my credit card.

downside: still can't find my gps.


oh yes, i think this week will end with heavy drinking.

1. i left my cell phone at work.

2. there is no guest parking at my apartment complex on July 4th and 5th. i know some of you like to park your cars at my place when you go into the city.

in an interesting twist of fate, i have been invited to two sausage themed bbqs being held on the same day, same time.

an interesting, delicious twist of fate.

so...yeah.

the status of the car is still unknown. i am still going to new york though, i have begged my boss to let me out early on friday (as we are currently still in our OMGWTFSHORTSTAFFEDDIDIREMEMBERTOPUTPANTSON stage at work) and will use some vacation hours to take the bus down.

after arguing in the car with my sister about apartment stuff she basically looked at me and was like "i don't want to move" which caused me to throw a slight hissy fit on the inside. she then quickly changed her mind when i showed her two places in north quincy that were under 1100 dollars and went "well, if you can find us something that saves us that much money..." only downside is that both the places look a little small. oh well, we'll see. the drop in rent would just be way awesome. she doesn't want to commit to moving out, which is all fine and dandy except the vacate notice has to be in by june 28th or we will have to stay here. sucks.

so, apparently, my car decided today to sound (and possibly look) like the axle on the left tire is going to go, which is in no way a driveable condition.

i pretty much burst into tears immediately in front of my mom when i realized that my car needs to be either a. be fixed again or b. bought anew.

also, i was supposed to drive to new york this weekend.

fml.

reason one million and two i want a new apartment:

the bleach (that you're not supposed to use on grout) is kind of eating away the grout from where i keep spraying it to make the mold go away in the shower.

that's like, an epic fail of giant proportions.

i should be doing work right now. work for work, not for the house. blahhhhh.

so yeah. i'm not around much lately, but i'm lurking.

things coming up that i'll be at:

--saturday: in the vicinity of newbury st. i has a hair appointment.
--sunday: marshvegas for a grad party.
--next weekend: either marshvegas or maybe new york?
--june 20th american craft beerfest, 1pm session. staying at a nearby hotel, so that i can drink myself silly with samples
--july 4th--halifax's 275th extravaganza at my cousins house. there will be a band. and my cousin may be renting a bouncy house.
--mid-july pht & kt's house!

add to all of this being understaffed at work, softball games, meeting rachael for dinner, stealing all of matt's personal space, and having a pile of laundry bigger than my life? yeah.

lauren and i are thinking of moving. we're trying to move within my complex to a smaller apartment. i'm tired of interviewing 3rd roomates. and i'd like to get off the sept. 1st move cycle. if we get a place here, it will probably be a 15 month lease.

i wanna nap.

i want to live in this room

it's so pretty.

--lauren and i are meeting with the leasing director to see about moving into a 2 bedroom within my apartment complex. if this happens, i will have a LOT of stuff to throw out/donate/sell

--matt got tired of me complaining about my laptop constantly erupting into a firey ball of hell, and gave me his old one to use. i am kind of falling in love with linux.

--apparently, i am going to sebago lake to go camping this weekend. last minute? yes.

--my stomach feels like either "omg puke" or "omg hungry" i'm hoping it was "omg hungry" since i just fed it half a sandwich. however, it could be "omg puke" since i accidentally fed it a tasty piece of undercooked chicken earlier today. dear cooktime on the package: you were wrong!

--i managed to get the "going to the gym" portion of my evening done, and nothing else

--and now it is definitely past my bedtime.

the planes are weirdly roaring in low today. a noise i'm used to, when it's cloudy out, but i see blue skies. maybe it's cloudy over the airport.

despite the face that i've slept like the dead the last two nights, i keep getting up and wanting to go back to sleep.

oh for fucks sake, the hot water is out again. apparently the first time the pilot went out, and they re-lit it and we had hot water. now, gone again. something can't be right if the pilot keeps going out.

my cash monies from my state taxes finally hit my bank account, meaning i can stop worrying about whether or not the state received my taxes.

let's not mention how much that check has already been eaten up by the weekends festivities of fishies and garden supplies.

this is my favoritest scene ever in spaced

seriously, it makes me want to go to a club like this.

who wants to take me to a silly club like this

so, i'm doing the walk for hunger. which is in 12 days. which is 20 miles. 20 miles of walking i didn't train for.

if anyone wants to donate, the link is here:

meg's walk page

I DID NOT ORDER RAIN SHOWERS FOR MY MAINE WEEKEND.

god damnit.

at least i'm leaving work at 2 so that i might get to enjoy some of the sunny 68 degree weather tomorrow.

dear stomach--

i realize you are still angry about salsafest 2009 last night, but i promise if you behave while i'm at work i will feed you decent food and take you to the gym for a good workout later.

love,
meg.