You seen the moon recently?


There is currently a huge glowing ring around the moon.
It looks like an eye.
I was praying while walking back to my apartment this evening and I asked God if it was His eye.
He didn't give me a straight answer.

oh yeah?



I am seeking employment. It's more than a tad stressful, mostly because I have a limited amount of time to find a job before I become homeless.

So, I stayed up all last night pulling together a decent resume and a form for a cover letter that I'm modifying as I spread out over Peterborough. Ideally, I want a barista job. I love coffee jobs and I am good at them. They're not as insane as restaurants and not evil like call centre jobs. I stand a pretty good chance at getting hired at Haaseltons (they need someone). I've got a damn pretty resume when it comes to coffee jobs, anything else looks a little... sparse. For example, I have zero retail experience.

What else do I know how to do? I can wash dishes, yes I can do that. But where...? Any suggestions, or if you know someone that is hiring... drop me a comment here.

ahem. you ready for it?... I TSO FINISHED MY SESSAYS!!!

Exactly a month late. That's damn near two months of sweating over this round of papers. As a kick in the pants, my first abstracts are due this week for the next round of papers. I mean really.

So, that's three all nighters this week. I am about as tired as a person can get, and I'm having genuine trouble piecing conversations together... full sentences are a challenge today. I just can't process what's going on around me when I'm this exhausted.

I just bought grocery with mystery money from God. I love mystery money from God. I love groceries. I just sit and open and shut my fridge thinking about all the lovely things I could make out of the things inside the fridge.

What I need is :

Yeah it's that dumb google thing where you type in "(your name) needs". I did it. Now I'm fessing up. Here's ten. Yes I'm lame.

- Meaghan needs to stop drawing fanart while she's ahead.
- Meaghan needs to participate more in class discussions.
- Meaghan needs someone to listen, they are not accommodating.
- meaghan needs to learn how to drive a standard
- Meaghan needs to stop trying to get into ryans pants. and get into mine.
- Meaghan needs more coffee.
- Meaghan needs to move out to Los Angeles so she can stop reading celebrity magazines.
- Meaghan needs help and guidance
- Meaghan needs more help than she's capable of asking for.
- meaghan needs to update her profile because she kisses all the time now, just not me

And yes, Meaghan needs to finish her essays.

Someday. Today.

Once they are done I will do something very nice for myself. Like sleep, and eat some delicious food.

Or maybe I will just sleep. And plan what my life will be like from now on. As things are looking different in my life.

we like the toast a whole damn lot.

I like my mum's tea biscuits even better. They are their own food group, let's not kid around here.
I am also drinking ricemilk out of the carton.
I am also about to light a cigarette.
I am not finished my papers. I am going to sleep instead.
I am also an idiot. Yes.

Just going to take a running jump.



Into. the Essay. Maybe. Oh gosh I hate them all so...

maybe this page will be helpful... but I doubt it. a lot.

happy new year.



I realize that I'm not posting much. But then again, I'm not internetting much these days either. The computer is without a fan. And real life beckons me outside, or at least to my bookshelf more often these days. I swear I feel less dirty after killing an afternoon reading a book than after killing one watching Borat clips on Youtube for three hours...

I don't really like New Years. I find the whole holiday really pointless. A couple of weeks ago people started asking me what I was doing for New Years, and after thinking about it for a bit I said "I'll probably have something at my place." I then promptly forgot about it.

Then after I got back to town this week people started asking me about the party at my loft on New Years Eve. I sort of scratched my head at these people and said "oh yeah... uh lemme get back to you on the details..." and then scurried off to the comfort of an espresso.

Then at church yesterday morning I said "Hey everyone, there's a New Years Sucks party at my place tonight. Ten-ish. You don't have to kiss anyone at midnight if you don't want to. Bring whatever."

So. A party it was. I'm far too antisocial for parties by the way. Lord knows why I end up having them at my place. I usually end up hiding in my closet-office (hereafter known as the cloffice) in order to get some air. Or clinging to the four people in the room I know really well in order to minimize the awkwardness of the "Hi, how was your Christmas" conversation.

But in such situations, I buck up, grab mason jar of wine and play house. I pretend I'm a fifties housewife entertaining my husbands important business partners, so that he can seal the deal and by us a new stationwagon with even more wood panelling.

It works. The party went great.