It's 10:53 PM My Time...

...which means that no matter what this blog time thing may say or what zone you are in, this is the update for Feb. 3, 2011.

(I'm determined to do this.  A new blog each day for a whole flippin year.  So far, so good.)

I got my feedback and critiques back for the speech that I gave on Tuesday.  I was four seconds short on time.  If I had gotten those four seconds, I would've aced the speech.

That's right.  I would have gotten full points.

So it's going to be ok.  This class is going to be ok.  Giving speeches is not going to kill me.

Also, you guys remember how I was having all that heartburn trouble and the doctor gave me some pills to try? (That sounded wrong, but I don't care.)  Well I am happy to report that they work.  I have been heartburn free since I started taking them.  I can not tell you how nice it is to be able to eat whatever I want without having to down a bottle of Tums with it. 

It is freaking amazing.  No heartburn at all.

The only side effect that is driving me nuts is dizziness.  I only feel it when I'm extremely tired (as in, sleeping hardly at all or about to fall asleep) or this past week from being sick.  I had no idea being sick made such a difference, but it totally does.  I got so dizzy in speech class today from the combination of pushing myself, the heat of the building, and my medication.

It's a side effect I will take gladly.  I would much rather be heartburn free.  And, as said before, it's not like I feel it all the time.  Just when I'm massively sick or overly tired.  I'll take it.

I wrote a poem for my creative writing II class.  It's a narrative poem written from my point of view.  I wrote about being sick and tied it in with the Bubonic plague.  I have no idea where the plague idea came from, but it came from somewhere and wedged itself into my poem.  For good or for ill?  Only time shall reveal the answer.

I forgot how much I love creative non-fiction.  Maybe I'm a combination essay writer and short-story author.  I don't know.  I hate being up on the fence about two things that I love.  At the moment, though, creative non-fiction is winning out.

Still don't know about the contest I entered.  I think I should know soon though.  I'm still kind of hoping to win, but there is so much good talent here; it's kind of intimidating.  But if I don't win, that's totally cool too.  It just means I enter another one down the road.

Also, I saw three owls tonight.  It totally gives me hope for things to come.  All three were Great Horned Owls, two male and one female.   (You can tell by the size; the female is huge compared to the males.)  All I have to do is keep praying, trusting, and living the life that I enjoy.  At the moment that includes going to school and living at home.  Things are going to be good.

And on that note, I'm going to leave you.  It is now 11:05 PM. 

Until the next time,

~Meaghan

Just When You Think You Can't Become Dorkier...

...something like this happens.

Today, I mailed a fan letter to the MST3K club in Minnesota. *hides face* I know, okay?! I am not only completely obsessed with Joel and the Bots, but I am now to the point of fangirl status. And it's sad, because the show is older than I am and has been off the air for like 10 years.

Which is why I will be eventually moving on to Cinematic Titanic (I have to stop being a poor college kid first...).

Anyway. So I wrote this letter about how I love the show and was watching it instead of studying for finals last semester and stuff. I even went to the point of including a page of Sudoku I had done where I absent mindedly drew Crow and Tom Servo in the margins. And then, because I am a nut, I put as many quotes from the show as I could fit on the back of the envelope.

The poor reciever of the letter is going to think I am quite mad. I think I am okay with that.

But if you haven't seen MST3K (Mystery Science Theater 3000), let me tell you - it is crack. The robots are so cute that I really sometimes wish I could be stuck up in space with them. And the hosts are funny. I am completely enamored with Joel (he's a father figure to the bots, adorable, and funny in that intelligent way that I so admire), but Mike's okay too. I think it just depends on your own personal opinion.

I digress.

I would like to point out, however, that this act of letter writing has officially confirmed what I always knew was true, which is that I am a super nerd/dork. I mean, I can quote Tolkien, and I used to know how to write elfish, and I know a phrase or two in Vulcan, and I have a classic Star Trek calender, and I read classics for fun in my free time (gotta love cummings and Eliot), but that doesn't mean...

Okay, yes it does. Dear God, what have I done. I think I'll know I have a problem when I start doing D and D or World of War Craft....

Eh, too many rules.

On a completely different note, I have stopped having this blog stream to Facebook. It was making me too self-concious. If my friends really want to read what I'm writing, they can find it on their own. It's good to work for things, right? And now I feel like I can actually write like myself again. All too often, I felt like I was confining my voice for fear of ridicule.

Never again, my friends, never again. This is 2010 and I plan to make it my year.

I'm also going to start signing off my blogs with a bit of whatever music I'm listening to. It may work, it may not, but it's definitely going to be interesting. : )

And on an ending note, I would like to say that this blog will hopefully be updated more often. I start school in like two weeks (bring on the Biology), and will be needing an outlet. And maybe, just maybe, my writing will improv. I really would like to try to get something published in the next year or two. I have a bunch of poems that I've been writing for years now that I think have some real potential...

Until the next time Cyberland, keep frosty.

~Birdgirl90
aka Meaghan

"Save your sermons/
For someone who's afraid to love/
I'll be right here/
Lying in the hands of God..."
- DMB
"Lying in the Hands of God"