My time in provo

My time in Provo is coming to end and well here's to today. I am grateful for the friends I have met here.
I love those friends that let me sleep on their couch.
I love those friends that call me every day...at least twice a day
I love those friends that tell you're a good friend
I love those friends that love kitties
I love those friends that are truly good people
I love those friends that are there for you
I love those friends you can get personal with
.......thanks Provo

treatment center kids

I've learned so much by working at a treatment center. I would like to focus this blog on the more "street smart" side of what I have learned.

1. LA is apparently different from California, so if someone says they are from LA don't generalize and say "oh your from California." This is a red flag.
2. If you think a rap song is inappropriate don't question out loud if it's inappropriate because one of two things will occur a) you will get a very graphic explanation of what the lyrics mean or b) you will get lied to and lose street cred.
3. You can't get street cred by quoting McHammer, Bon Jovi, or stomp the yard.
   
4. You can get street cred by saying the words "Do you Tag?" or "I tag." or "Look at this sick graffiti." *side note: almost any treatment center boy will act like they can tag in hopes to keep/gain street cred themselves.

sick.............

sick of being sick. sick of being addicted to dated shows while sick. not sick of sleeping a great amount. Love sleeping. Not sick of spending more time with 4c. sick of social games. sick of avoiding. sick of being "that girl." not sick of nephew Logan. sick of not updating my blog more often.

Roons

Do you miss living here? Yes. Yes I do...hard

we were pretty close it was awesome.

Okay okay I'm back in the game. It’s been a while....too long! I shan't neglect my blog again! Yesterday was an excellent day:
- breakfast burritos with the roons
- bike ride to Utah lake with the Audrey and the 4c
- --4th row tickets to the Jazz game! That’s right I was all like "Okur money shot" and he was all like here's your 3. and than Tim was like come on Kirilenko! and then we won in OT 127 to 117.

these are my confessions

"it's seven o'clock on the dot I'm in my drop top cruzing the streets..." I've been going through an usher phase... the man can tell a story "these are my confessions...my chick on the side said she got 3 more on the way, these are my confessions..." I'm hoping (if usher is catholic) when usher does go to confession he sings all his sins--> "these are my confession just when i thougt I was done ___lil' john said he got a hit on the way, these are my confessions. I never really liked luda I just wanted him to do that part in my song, so i guess I'll need to keep on doing these confessions"

mad respect for not given respect

I love when teachers bring treats to class. I love respect more when it's given verses not given. I love when people (particularly Diann Webb) say junk like "can i get your digimons?"

The winds of change

Now that Audrey's moved in I want big hair. If you ever get the chance to live with an Audrey or a 4c.....take it!

A door will close

I'm graduating in 2 weeks. then I'll be Megan with a high school diploma, Associates of Science, Bachelors of Science, and a closet full of wicked jackets.

Blarg!

sometimes I just need a little TLC...and I'm not talking about the band. In that case I would say, "I just need a little O-W-E-N" because as of right now I love 'em! hard!