Nooo!

I've been hacked! Just kidding.
I got up to go to the bathroom and made the mistake of leaving the blog open and logged in. Actually, I always leave it open and logged in because I'm lazy like that, this was just the inevitable and first time that my security was breached.
The beauty of the Interwebz is that you can take back anything you want to say (Except for emails and text messages, as discussed this weekend. Someone invent an undo key for these things, please.) and I instinctively was going to delete Kate's exposure of my guiltiest pleasure, Gossip Girl. Until she asked if she could be a "sometimes blogger or whatever that's called".
Look forward to YKTSTSM's first guest blogger ever!
See how grown up?!

this is not megan.


i like blogging.

so here we are...waiting for gossip girl to download...on my itunes.

yep.

this means I bought it. for 1.99.

and it will be soooooo worth it.

Still relatively undignified

This weekend was spent in the beauty that is Northern Minnesota in October. Brisk, orange, leafy and delicious. An encompassing picture to come later this week after my mother has finished exploiting my camera with boring house pictures. Lameface!
Although she asked for it in a moment of weakness; exhausted from only a handful of hours of sleep each night since last Wednesday. I woke up this morning in the same position I fell into bed last night after writing a haphazard rough draft on dead zones. There was a person-shaped hole in my bed because I slept so hard.
The not-sleeping hours of the weekend were fueled by bad coffee (see: brown water). The kind where you pull a lever from a big box where there is no evidence of any actual "beans". Concerning, but not enough to not drink a few dozen cups each day. I am, however, now back at school drinking a for-real cup of coffee (the bottom of the cup is no where in sight!) and am having a hard time getting my keys on the right fingers without sporadically pushing surrounding keys. backspacebackspacebackspace.

A lesson in linguistics

Zonino: (zoh-nee-no)
"Used in the same context, and with the same emotion as "Woohoo!" when you are celebrating/very satisfied with something. Originating from predictive text on mobile phones when "woohoo" is typed in." (Courtesy: Urban Dictionary)

If you use T9 word for text messaging, open your phone right now and try to type in "woohoo".
I'll wait.

Zonino came up, didn't it! I knew it!

Thank Sri for discovering this gem in a celebratory text message early this year.
Use it at your leisure- it is not restricted to text message use. I find it gets a particularly entertaining reaction when used ironically the subject line of an [other wise boring] office email.
Zonino!

Do you like my asymmetrical hair style?

I went to the Tegan and Sara show last night at the State for several reasons.

1. They are so FREAKING cute. It's disgusting. It's remarkable how such adorable people can write such amazingly tragic songs.
   
2. The same reason I would see Regina Spektor, The Decemberists or Britney Spears in a concert: What does that noise come from? Is that a human sound? And to answer for the rest of you, yes. Their voices really sound like that. They're identical twins so I'm pretty sure they also share an identical extra few vocal cords or a third lung that is actually a helium tank.
   
3. Free ticket! What?! My seat was on the end and there was a couple sitting next to me. I stopped at my row, and they stood up to let me by. "Oh, actually, this is me. Here. On the end. I will now proceed to be that weirdo at a concert alone. But guess what? I paid zero dollars for this ticket. Do you like my cozy new sweatshirt that I bought instead?"
   
4. The crowd. Aside from the only two men at this show sitting in front of me and blocking my view for much of the time, seeing audiences at concerts is an equal part of the show as the music. They are always so incredibly typical. Plus it was Tegan and Sara. You do the math. Cultural stereotypes! Zonino!
   

Giving you one reason to not delete my blog from your list: Old Ladies.

I would have a picture to post for you if Camera and I hadn't gotten in such a huge fight last night at Roommates' music happening at your local original Dunn Brothers. They totally rocked all of the hipster study peoples' faces off. And even ended with some a capella that got them their first encore ever. An encore in which they encouraged even the three tiny old ladies in the front row to sing back up for the Tracy Chapman classic. My heart actually fell out of my chest cavity when they would pull their tiny, veiny hands from the abyss of their winter bundles to clap along to "Give Me One Reason", completely unaware that they are surely the last three people ever to hear it for the first time.

Needless to say, it rocked. And I was with the band. And carried the guitar case for awhile and people thought I was musical and awesome. They, apparently, didn't hear the conversation that encouraged Kelsey to not let me touch her cool African drum.