1 sleep left.

What have I done lately?

Well, yesterday I went to work for 2 hours. I was thinking they'd make me work today too, but with my luck -- it wasn't mentioned. So I had a free day today.

I woke up at like 8-something, had french toast, then decided I felt nauseated and tired and went back to bed. I rarely do that...weird. But I woke up at like 11am.

I went one a couple errands. Went to the bank to get some cash out and bought a small, little somethin' somethin' for Jess and April.

Afterwards, I went to Antoinette's house and we watched a few episodes of True Blood. I made a pretty necklace and Sam's friendship bracelet. Once I mail it out to her, the three musketeers of Jaman will be complete. It's pretty bright colours just like you wanted, Sammma.

I'm pretty much packed for Forks tomorrow (yipee!). I got the shitload of maps I got from AAA Auto Club of the UK, Europe, and Seattle/Olympic Peninsula area. They may come in handy. Also a tour book on places I get discounts. Woot.

I also packed a beautiful mini book of Irish drinks recipes (kudos to Jess). Now I'm just hoping that my bag will turn out to be the right size...it should be. I brought a lot of random shirts too...I wonder which I'll wear.

Well, I'm doing laundry and I think I need to put it in the dryer now. So...this is goodbye.

I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! SO EXCITEEEEEEEED. <3 <3 <3

mmm males.

First I want to start off with my current favourite insult and threat. These are brought to you by Jessica. I heard them and almost literally ROFL'd.

First is the insult: "Go eat a bag of dicks." I never heard it before and apparently it's been used for a while. I literally visualize this insult, and while it's horrific, it's fucking hilarious as an insult.
And last, the threat: "I'm going to cut you open and sleep inside of you." What the fuck is this? It sounds like a B-rated horror flick. And once again, this is absolutely grotesque, but fucking hilarious coming from Jessica. Because seriously, who WOULDN'T want to use another human-being as a sleeping bag?

And now on to the important stuff.

It was my birthday Thursday. June 18...turned 22. Nothing changed, except I'm 100 dollars richer and now own season one of Moonlight. Alex O'Loughlin owns me. I wouldn't throw him out of bed for eating crackers (only Moonlighters would understand that).

Then my lovely friend Heather came over and brought me a bag of Kitkats and some cupcakes. That was delicious. Afterwards, I went to TGI Friday's with my mum and ordered my favourite Broccolli and Cheese Soup. Monumental. Then after that I went and saw UP! with Heather. Adorable movie. Absolutely great. Although, I wish they could have expanded a bit more on the woman who takes care of the little boy, and maybe some closure for him and his father. And I was good with all the creatures and talking dogs, that was actually pretty creative and legit. But when the dogs started flying planes...that's when I was like: "Okay, too far." But, in reality, it was adorable and really good. Sweet.

Yesterday I went on a one hour cruise around San Diego harbor with my friend Toni and her baby girl, Athena. I had a blast. It was cold and windy, but it was awesome. We saw all the Naval, Army, Marine stuff. The U.S.S. Cargo ships, aircraft ships, etc. I also got to see a shitload of Sea Lions laying on docks. I took a picture and sent it to Sam. Not sure if she saw it though...I wish I knew how to transfer pictures from my camera to the internet. Oh well.

After that we went to TGI Friday's (again). I got a delicious mudslide. Mmmm...And then, surprise, surprise, I ordered Brocolli and Cheese Soup. Yumm.. Then we walked over to Edward's Theaters and saw The Proposal.

Ah my God. It was really good, actually. Of course...it's all thanks to the abnormally sexy Ryan Reynolds. I don't know why, but he just drips sex appeal. Haha. It was hilarious. Ugh...gorgeous and funny. No fair. Please, please...fuck Hollywood and marry me? HAHAHA. Kidding. But, really...it was great.

So, my days have been filled with gorgeous men: Alex O'Louglin, Ryan Reynolds, and Jonas Armstrong (he plays Robin Hood in the BBC Robin Hood tv series. I'm currently watching the next episode).

Now, I just need to borrow my brother's small suitcase that I can use for Delta (fuck 30 dollar baggage costs). Eh, I'll wait until Tuesday night to pack. I always do.

Lovelovelove.

tired? why yes.

I made Jessica a SWEET ASS FRIENDSHIP BRACELET yesterday. I'm going to make Sam one too. Why? 'Cuz we the three musketeers. We Jaman, yo. Sam, what colours do you wanna' sport?

I am so fucking tired. You have no idea. Why am I up at 12:30 AM when I'm so damned tired. When I'm sick...I guess because I get to sleep in. I've been 22 for literally 30 minutes. I think I should be able to sleep into till noon on my birthday, yes? Jessica keeps telling me to stay up; I think she secretly wants to get me sicker. She wants me to be monorail in Washington, apparently.

I went to Soup Plantation for dinner with my mum. It was yummy and I got very full. Nothing eventful. We went to the grocery store afterwards and got some cookies and a pecan pie for tomorrow. Hopefully this pecan pie will be better than the last one I got. The last one left a weird aftertaste. LAME ASS.

So like...fucking what? 6 days until I'm in Washington? That's awesome. I cannot wait! It's becoming more real as the days pass. I don't know, I've always been excited. It's just fun to do something new.

I am currently reading "Dark Lover" and "The Choice" by Nicholas Sparks. Sweet? Sweet.

Ugh, I know there is more I want to write. Let's see...I worked like 2 extra days this week. More money for vacation. YAY.

Maybe I'm too monumentally tired to think. I think that's it. Oh look, I thought. Sweet. I lie. Anyway, since tomorrow (today?) is my birthday, I'll probably do something sort of eventful. Who knows? Then I'll have something interesting to blog about.

OH! I watched Henry Poole Was Here today. It was good. Another makes-you-think movie. I love Luke Wilson. He's awesome. Never really thought he'd be in this sort of movie. A indie, depressing, something-to-believe-in movie. But he's good. I love him. He has one of the puppy dog faces that are good at looking depressed and distraught. I want his babies.

And with that note.
Good night (morning?)

P.S. Watch this music video:

hallelujah.

I'm drinking a vanilla malt from Beef n' bun right now. It's absolutely delicious. I hate milkshakes, but malts hit the spot. So. Freaking. Good.

I went to a Samoan church service this evening. It was entertaining. Lots of singing and hallelujahs and praise the Lords. The sermon was great and it was really energetic.

I went to JoAnn's Craft store today. I bought a black mask, lacy tulle-ish fabric, black cord, etc. I put it all together and made this:

I can't wear it at the moment because I used superglue and the fumes from it make my eyes burn and water. Oops. Hopefully after a few weeks, and some time spent outside, the fumes will disperse and it will be wearable.

I wrote a bit of the second chapter yesterday. I think I may write some more tonight. Yes?

Oh! I received my candy cigarettes in the mail today! EXCITING. Now I have something to snack on when I get the munchies that won't add any weight onto my hips. Hahaha.

I can't wait until I get the cafepress shirt in the mail, as well as the BDB book I ordered. I'm going to read it on the plane to WA.

YAY! I GET TO SEE ONE OF MY FAVOURITEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD IN LIKE TEN DAYS. Jessica owns my life.

Well, I'm going to find something constructive to do.

inspired.

So, after reading the ever-so-lovely Jess' post, I felt inspired to rant as well.

First of all, I find it absolutely and completely rude to make fun about "lung cancer" when there is a person in the room who has had a father die from the disease. Sure, it's all jokes, but have some respect please. It fucking hurts. And even when I mention that it hurts, I get nothing back. No "sorry". No "my bad". Nothing. At least acknowledge the mistake.

A good number of my friends smoke, and I don't have anything against it. But it hurts nonetheless, knowing what they're doing. And I know they know what they're doing. They know the consequences. I guess, after seeing someone die of lung cancer...it puts me in perspective of it all. Makes smoking that much worse in my eyes.

And when a person says, "I was outside getting lung cancer..." Well, I'm sorry, but that's just fucked up. Joke or not.


I love how watching the randomest of movies can put your life in perspective. I finished watching Gran Torino. And just like American History X, it shows you that there is just no room for hate in life. It makes your life miserable. Instead of hating, you could be loving. Love is so much more freeing, fullfilling.

But of course, it's impossible not to feel hatred towards things. God gave us the freewill to love and hate, and well...hate comes so easily.

And with that, SOMETIMES I FUCKING HATE SOME BITCHES.

Wow, am I a hypocrite or what? Talking about love, and God, and then I go and say something like that.

I guess that's what makes me human. Unfortunately, I can't always use the "human" excuse.

Now I'm just rambling on.

Jessica wrote up an epic, I mean, monumental first draft for our UK itinerary. It was amazing. I want to add to it when I'm not so fed up with the computer.

Well, that's that for now. Check out the Josh Ryan interview we did @ simplytwilight.com

you shall desire me.

Today I went to Soup Plantation for my friend, Katie's, surprise birthday party. Of course, that makes no sense to me since her birthday is in March. But whatever floats the boat, I suppose. She's always wanted a surprise party, so we did it. I just love seeing all my friends, and talking about the most random shit ever. Our group's conversations usually revolve around parenthood and babies. Several of my friends are now mothers.
I had delicious salad with italian dressing. I had pizza, biscuit, fruit, blueberry muffin, and frozen yogurt with sprinkles and chopped nuts.
I love seeing my friends, whom I rarely see.
I then proceeded to go to Michael's with my friend, Antoinette. I love the craft store; sometimes there are good prices. Sometimes.
I bought this weird ass pecan bar, a lollipop, and stick on diamonds for my masquerade mask that I still have yet to create. I may just stick them on my face...it depends. I want to feel pretty.

I got the Pheromone Shimmery Diva Dust that I ordered from the Slumber Party, today. It's like the finest body glitter you'll ever see. Since it has pheromones, you won't be able to help but like me when you're around me.
Me at a bar in Seattle: "Oh, hello, nice to meet you..."
Guy at bar: "FORGET THE NICETIES, LET ME BUY YOU A DRINK!"
"I don't want a drink..."
"LET ME BUY YOU A MANSION THEN."

Pretty much. I guess I'll never know if someone truly likes me, or if it's the pheromone enhanced glitter.

I finished the Josh Ryan interview finally. It's been nagging at me. I edited the best I could. Yay.

I think I'll paint most of tomorrow. Yes, that sounds good.

I hope I get the refund for the dress soon. FML if they don't give it to me fully.

Lastly, please take a listen to this:

i've never given much thought to how i'd die...

...but Jessica has.

So, everyone, say your goodbyes to me before I leave for Washington on the 24th. Jessica has several ways for ending me, the only thing is: which will she choose?

1) push megan off a cliff at first beach
2) push megan off a cliff at second beach.
3) find an ant hill in forks that is home to those fire ants - push megan into the ant hill
4) leave megan in victoria, Canada and steal her passport
5) get megan drunk in port angeles and convince her to fall asleep in a garbage can
6) drown megan in the pacific ocean
7) sell megan to the angry fish mongers in seattle
8) sell megan to the chinese in chinatown in seattle
9) get megan drunk and leave her in downtown seattle and the newborns/crackheads get her
10) push megan off the ferry while en route from PA to victoria

And in the words of Jessica, "I'm totally going to pull a 300 move as I'm pushing you... but instead of saying.. 'THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAAAAA,' I'm going to say... 'THIS IS LA PUSH BABYYYYYYYYY.'"

For those who I will not get to say goodbye to: it was nice knowing you.