so last night there was a going away party for lizzy, mary kendall, and dyson at tyler smith's house. as you can imagine, tyler, lizzy, mary kendall, and dyson were there along with tyler askew, will, and me.
i don't know how much i can tell you without having to kill you, but i have some photographs and you can decide what really happened last night.
will got sugar in his eye...
it was this funny...
HAHA. may i just tell you how hard this title makes me laugh. well... i'm laughing on the inside.
anyway, yesterday i went to church and then out to eat with pringle, kara, cameron, lizzy, and tyler. we went to logan's and then we all (minus tyler) went to pringle's house. we watched life of brian (monty python) and i have to say i wasn't as amused as i thought i would be so we stopped in the middle of it. i did have a good ten minute laugh with lizzy over it though. then pringle, cameron and i went on an adventure to see how clean the neighborhood pool was and it was pretty clean, but it closed at sundown, so it would be pointless for everyone to go home and get their swimsuits. so we came back ate a hotdog, and then ashley (who came later) and i went to my house to clean my room so i could sleep over at kara's. all i have to say is...don't leave a bowl of corn on your shelf for two weeks. just don't do it. just say no. we left and went to ashleys house but made a very important pit stop. tyler's house.
and this is where the title comes into play. dear askew. o dear dear askew. ha. ashley and i decide to stop by and bother tyler for not taking all of us to his pool in his neighborhood. we ring the doorbell twice. no one answers. i know he is home. so i look at ashley and tell her i know how to get in. so i run to the side of his house, and check his car. locked. i try garret's car (tyler's little brother) expecting it to be locked but pleasently surprised when it isn't. i open the garage door about a foot high. i crawl under the door and run to the front door to let ashley in. she hesitates going upstairs, but i am already at the top. i run into tyler's room and jump on the bed and scare the living crap out of him. it was amazing. i wish my camera battery wasn't dead. that would have been the funniest picture. ha.
and then i spent the night at kara's. kara and ashley go to blockbuster to rent movies and i stay at kara's to run. i ran a lot. i am very sore. anyway, that's not the point. they come home with saw and 40 year old virgin. i'm very excited because i want to see 40 yov, and so we go inside. we start saw so we could watch something funny afterwards. we don't even get half way through it. that's not something i can watch with girls anyway; girls scream, which makes me scream. i'd probably have to watch it myself or with a group of guys. SO, we are disgusted and freaked out, so we turn it off. we pop in 40 yov. yay! wait no... it sucked. we don't finish it out of pure boredom. there were so many cuss words that it just wasn't funny. and i'm serious. it was just like every other word was f---, and i was just like...this isn't funny. so we all just went to sleep.
and now i am home. the end.
this is my friend, the vicar. aka alan. aka michael's dad. he's super cool. he's got my vote for best driver in england award as well.
how to play shlap:
shlap is a simple and easy game to get to grips with and the rules of shlap are simple and easy to follow.
1. there are many different ways of shlapping a fellow shlapper. the aim is to shlap them in the best and most imaginative way possible (with reason).
2. the most imaginative shlaps gain you more points and move you closer to "the league of extraordinary shlappers." all shlaps, special and normal, must be reported to michael or matthew in order for your point tally to rise and get you closer to the elite league.
3. points will be deducted for an illegal shlap (see rule 5). for every illegal shlap, you will be given an official warning.
4. after 3 official warnings you will be removed from the game of shlap and will serve a lengthy ban and possible fne for these acts of poor sportsmanship. one way to regain access quicker to the game is to write a letter of apology to michael an matthew, pleading for forgiveness for breaking the rules of shlap.[*]
5. "shlap is a serious sport and should be played in a good will with good sportsmanship. if a shlapper is found to be shlapping another shlapper too hard (see rule 4), they will be removed from the game without hesitation and will no longer be involved in the game of shlap.
rules
1. you must look up to the creators of shlap, michael farish and matthew trotter, and ultimate respect must be given to them at all times.
2. "shlap" is not, never has, or ever will be remotely related in any way, shape, or form to the german language [tim] or any other language for that matter. however, michael and matthew may frequently, being the creators of the sport, use "shlapé," [pronounced 'ssh-lap-ay'] which is of course, the french for "shlap." no other shlappers are sanctioned to use this extreme form of shlapping unless initiated into the highest of all honorsinvolved with shlapping: "the league of extraordinary shlappers" (which at the current time michael and matthew are the only members). if anyone at anytime is caught using the ultimate shlapé without being in "the league of extraordinary shlappers" then they will have the ultimate shlapé used against them. if this ultimate shlapé is used against you, you will have deserved it.
3. a "double shlap" is a newly revolutionised form of shlapping that michael and matthew have cleverly invented. this involves shlapping another shlapper with both hands on either cheek at the same time. rule 2 must be strongly enforced again. it is not "douple," it is "double." similarly, it is not "shlappen," it is "shlap."
4. shlap is an extremely serious sport and must be played with the utmost caution whilst having fun at the same time. however, shlapping is not a violent sport ans shlaps must be taken out at a moderate hitting standard. if you are found shlapping another shlapper too acrimoniously, michael will eat you, with his teeth.
5. shlapping is only permitted to take place when in conversation with another shlapper. shlapping whilst another shlapper is unaware of the game beginning is illegal and michael will disembowel you, with his teeth.
6. you should not, and will not, shlap exessively, for this will give the game a bad reputation and its distinction and eminence will be ruined. if you are caught shlapping disproportionately, michael will decompose you with, with his teeth.
7. if you damage any of michael's teeth during any of the above noted processes, you will pay for the dentistry bill, and you will do so generously with approbation
terms and conditions apply for being involved with the sport of slap. if these rules are not followed precisely, youwill be banned from playing the game and publicly embarrassed unsparingly by your fellow shlappers.
these rules and regulations were devised by "team shlap," which consists of michael and matthew, and must be followed and obeyed at all times.
if you have any queries on the rules of the sport or the general sport itself, michael or matthew will be more than happy to answer them.[**]
as the creators of shlap, micahel and matthew, under the influence of lord shlappstor, have created these rules and regulatins so that shlap can be played with the utmost merriment and buffoonery. enjoy.
[*you (the fellow shlapper) will give the letter to meaghan (me) and i will put them in the post to michael and/or matthew]
[**since michael nor matthew live in the states, meaghan (i) will have to be the one to answer any and all questions you (the fellow shlapper) have on the rules or the game itself. any questions that i cannot personally answer, i will ask michael ot matthew and get back to you within a 3-5 day waiting period.]
i hate crying. why is it so natural? i hate crying in front of people. so i don't. i cry when i am driving by myself. i just let it all out. or when i'm ready to fall asleep. it hurts so much because he's just always been there in my life since before i can remember, and now he's not. he's not there to continue fixing up my g=parent's house. he's not there to harass me or give me a hard time. he's not there to tickle me. he's not there to get frustrated with me. he's not there to defend me. hes not there to hold my hand.
TiesShoesInKnots2: i just want to say it's not fair and cry...but i always remember the line from a song, the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair, and so many people have it worse off than me...i just don't know what to do
predsprowl: just tell God that
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
James 1:2-4
it's so hard.
bye bye papa.
soccer playing. rugby tossing. shoe shopping. nickelback cd buying. lightsaber fighting. race winning. mc donalds eating. mello yellow stealing. music listening. that was my wednesday with michael.
yesterday night, i went riding around because it felt so good yesterday. we went to an abandoned house and then i went exploring inside. i found some books. some random guy drove by and stopped. he looked at sarah's car, left then came back 3 minutes later. sarah and i freaked out (my heart was beating like none other) and then he drove up into the driveway (really long). sarah booked it to her car and sped away. we turned around and then went back the way we came from. we see a car that looks like the one that was looking at sarah's car and we freaked out. but then it was't. it was a van, not a truck. it was crazy. then we went to robbie's house and watched some oc. that was fun. then i came home and went to bed.
today is good friday. there is school today. but not for me. the parents didn't make me go. this afternoon, i am leaving for arkansas to visit my grandparents again.
let me show you the way.
so i've been dealing with lots lately. mostly things that need to change with myself. things that i shouldn't be feeling, but i do.
for instance...i am a jealous person. i hate that about myself. right now, i've just been realizing how bad it really is. so when i find myself thinking about other people and things like that, i just have to pray about it. i mean, jealousy is not something that could ever come in handy... honestly.
i'm way too self-conscience. that sucks. i find myself over analyzing everything, and not really living up to my full potential, and it just kills me. i'm tired of it. i'm ready to let go.
i'm comming slowly but surely to the realization that the world doesn't revolve around me and i cannot do it by myself and i cannot fix anything but me. i always say that i believe Jesus is in control, and i fully believe that, but it's about time i start living that way, not just saying it. i just have to sit back and let Jesus hold the flashlight because i'm pointing it in all the wrong directions, and i can't find my way out of the woods.
i love it when i realize that humility is the only way. i love to be humbled. it shoves me back into my place with no mercy, but a lot of grace saying, "you. what are you doing? why are you worrying about this? why do you feel like that? you'll get it the next time." it's one of the most awesome feelings.
God's put missions on my heart. not for just the places we go or the things we get to do, but rather, the people we meet. i want to tell people about Jesus, but in order for me to be effective, i'm going to have to sit down with myself and God and figure out exactly what i am doing wrong. i'm going to have to set a time and place for my quiet time. i'm going to have to sit down and read the Bible. i'm going to have to share what i am going through. i can't just keep it bottled up expecting people to know what i am ealing with or just leading the to think that everything is perfect in my life. it's not.
i could give you a detailed list of what's wrong with me, but i won't because i know God has already forgiven me. it's me that has to forgive myself. God doesn't have any problem forgiving. i'm the one who has a hard time letting things go. it feels like it just shouldn't be that easy...but it is. and that's so hard to comprehend.
God's put a place in my heart that i really want to serve missions. i love the people and i feel like it would be on of the best opportunities. i mean, i've been there...but i want to keep going back. and i want to live there. and i want to go to college there. no one understands. they think it's for childish reasons, but i think it's where God is calling me. it's where he wants me to be and is using people (because i am all about the relationships) to make me realize that could quite possibly be his plan for me. he's given me the heart for something that could easily be my job in this place. but i won't know for sure until me and him have quite a few one-on-ones.
i'm thankful that i have opportunities to unblind me from my character flaws. just slap some mud on my eyes and call me healed. actually, it's a lot like michael's game of schlap (which i will explain later...like tomorrow). i'm having a conversation with God and all of a sudden...schlap. if you know anything about schlap, it's not hard hitting...just something gentle. it wakens you and you're aware of your surroundings...or in my case personal flaws that create this giant wall that i cannot get over with out help.
well i'm done for tonight, but i leave you with some great pictures:
you've just been schlapped.
bff's
clubbin' it up at rcktwn.
this is the brit i've been talking about.
poker face...
no ma'am.
the night life...at rcktwn
do you believe in magic?
eh...it's just hunter.
michael and ashley at starbucks.
watch out...i feel a schlap comming on....
eh?
feet from all over the world.
the arctic mokeys. fantastic. best if blasted out of the speakers.
well over there there's friends of mine
what can i say, i've known them for a long long time
and they might overstep the line
but you just cannot get angry in the same way
a certain romance | arctic monkeys
this has not been a good week. thank you ending.
the only good part was taking pictures with sarah and michael comming and hanging out with him.
fights with 3 different friends. a cancerous grandfather. apathetic school attempts. timelessness for myself. disasterous ACT.
i want to see all of the things that we've already seen
i want to see you take the jackpot out the fruit machine
and putit all back in.
the view from the afternoon | acrtic monkeys
but those fights have been resolved. that grandfather is doing better. those attemps are at least going somewhere. that timelessness is being taken care of. that ACT can be taken again. and again. and again.
so laugh and joke around
remember cuddles in the kitchen
yeah, to get things off the ground
and it was up, up and away
still it's right hard to remember
that on a day like today when you're all argumentative
and you've got the face on
mardy bum | arctic monkeys
today was interesting. i got a dinosaur for sarah...but then i lost him. ugh. then school is going by fast. but then, i have something to look forward to...friday, my friend michael is comming on friday, and i can just not wait. i am so excited.
after school, i went and fed my family friends' animals. goats, chickens, and dogs. they live in thomson station, and there are so many good pic. ops. so i took my time, and i stopped just to take some pictures. i found an old abandoned home and it was just beautiful. holes in the porch, ceiling falling down, and weeds growing everywhere. maybe next time i will go inside
and check it out. there are old barns that are just falling apart, and i love it. it makes you wonder how beautiful they were before they were rundown.
well anyway, that was my art for the day. i still have to do some other art things, and i will have to deal with my school's administration within the next couple of days and and we all know my administrative team is never in the building, so we'll see how that goes.
this week in chemistry, we get to make ice cream. so, we tye die shirts and make ice cream. it's about time chemistry got fun.
...where some one yells, "THINK FAST!!" and then throws a ball at you; you turn to look and it nails you in the face, and everyone laughs.
haha, funny.
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home
(hoist up the john b’s sail)
Hoist up the john b
I feel so broke up I wanna go home
beach boys | sloop john b
my heart needs to be fixed. not that it's been "broken" by some boy, but it just needs to be put back up into the right place. it needs to be re-adjusted, if you will. it needs patience. it needs grace. it just needs to stay in its place.
i saw something beautiful today. i saw one friend say good-bye to another. it was snowing, and she hugged her good-bye, and knew she wouldn't see her again for a whole year. she instinctly gave her a good-bye gift. something that meant so much. she walked away, shed a tear, and it was the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.
kara and i were cool yesterday night and today. i mean, if you can stick pens up your nose and take a picture of it with some one else's phone, i think that makes for a great frendship. ha. anyway, we got ourselves an arts and crafts project, and you might get to see it later.
wow...where o where do i begin? this day...has just been amazing. i've found something that i really want to do with my life...aside from my career...even though it could be my career...but let's start with the clues i didn't catch until tonight.
michael says:
I'M COMING OVER TO VISIT FOR DEFINATE
meaghan says:
NO WAY!!!!! YEEEEAAAAA!!
o snap.
