Hi my name is Megan Erickson. (the senior)
I strongly dislike the Junior Megan Erickson that stole my name, I mean, it was my name first!!
I really don't enjoy how my friend calls me 'Meggie'.
I wish I had a different name.
I hate getting called down to the office to find out that it's for the other Megan Erickson.
I hate how in the yearbook under my name (Megan Erickson) is her name, and next to my name is numbers which are pages with pictures of her. (I mean really yearbook editors, does it really take that much effort to figure out who these people are and actually get the right names?)
You'd know that I've had classes with most of you people, and yes I do remember your faces.
I'm extremely bad at swallowing pills, just the thought of those gives me anxiety (which is really bad when I'm sick like now....so..yeah..)
You'd know that I hate to watch or listen to my voice on film or movies. (it's really ironic considering I took TV video productions)
you'd know that I once went a whole month by the name of Magellan.
you'd know that if I could've figured out a way to kill myself that abides to all my conditions I would've been dead as soon as I got the chance (last October).
I am 5 foot 9 or 10 but I'm still invisible to everyone at this school.
The only thing I wanted to be was taller than my mom, now that I am, I don't know what I want to be anymore.
You'd know that I hate seeing pictures of myself.
My zodiac sign is Aires as if that is supposed to predict my personality in some way.
I have been alive 6,625 days and 225 full moons. (up to date posted).
You'd know how I hate myself for everything that I have done (because I haven't made a difference or helped anyone)
I'm the year of the rat and my element is fire.
you'd know that this class has changed me.
You'd know that I make baby T-Rex noises when I'm stretching (yep, I'm a strange goose alright..)
The song that was popular the day I was born is: because you loved me by Celine Dion.
You'd know that I hate everything that I make. It always looks really bad, I don't see what you people see at all.
I'm not creative at all. I just steal from everybody.
you'd know that I haven't told anyone about my deepest regret (not even my best friend).
You'd know that secrets are crushing me.
I'm really nervous and terrified about graduating and also really relieved.
I'm don't even have a clue about what I'm going to write or speak for the open mic final.
I hate my handwriting. (it's not creative or original it looks like a 2nd grader's)
You'd know that I'm too much of a coward to actually open up my mouth and speak the truth.
I went out into my backyard today and just yelled and screamed at the top of my lungs. (I'm so glad that our neighbors don't judge us...)
You'd know that I'm sick and tired of one of my really close friends.
My favorite food is Lasagna and Funeral Potatoes (but not together of course).
you'd know that my hair is straight almost white blonde and ridiculously thin.
And that I hate how the front and the back hairs just like to stand straight up.
I've never died my hair.
If you really knew me, you'd know too much.
You'd know who I really am, and not who I pretend to be.
You'd know that I used to play sports and I enjoyed almost every minute of it. (except for some people, but I'll spare you the details.)
You'd know that I've never broken a bone or sprained anything.
You'd know that I'm slightly OCD but only with certain things.
You'd know that I hate talking about myself and you'd know the reason too.
You'd know about how I lie about hating everything and everyone.
You'd know how fascinated I am with everyone and how original and amazing everyone is.
You'd know that I like the way bruises and cuts look on my skin.
You'd know that I'm not worth your time.
You'd know that I hate my job, but I love the people that I work with.
You'd know that everyone at work talks bad about some customers (mostly the rude ones)
You'd know where I'm going to college (and how ashamed and disappointed I am at myself)
You'd know that everybody can hear you when you come through the drive-thru and think you are so cool and laughing with your friends when really everybody just thinks you are obnoxious and most of the time people generally don't like you.
this is getting too long....time to end it...
I'm just going to call this enough formal introductions for now.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Friday, May 23, 2014
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Ugh...dancing...
I have one sentence to describe last night:
I'm way more prepared for a street fight than a school dance.
Yep, If you saw that awkward blonde girl on the outside not dancing at all. Yep, that was me.
Things I was thinking while I was supposed to be dancing:
-It would be really easy to kill someone here because of these reasons:
1. There are so many red and green moving lasers that nobody would even notice is another one joined them (because there would be a sniper in the corner of the room underneath a table).
2. They wouldn't notice the red dot on their forehead. (because really who notices is one out of 100 red dots is staying in the same place? nobody.)
3. You wouldn't even be able to hear the gunshot (especially if the sniper used a silencer) because of how loud the music was.
4. The victim would fall to the ground and everyone would just assume they were a klutz and fell down.
5. And by the time everyone noticed that they were dead, the sniper would have been long gone.
-that is my messed up assassination plan.
-did any juniors send in pictures of themselves? and if so...did they get edited out?
-I don't belong here.
-I'm so glad I didn't send in a picture of myself.
-I really don't deserve to be here.
-Why did I waste $50 to come here?
-I'm not even having fun.
-How in the world do I remember so many of these people?
-I wish I could dance.
-I only dance in my room, behind closed doors and closed curtains.
-I wish I had driven my own car here.
-The problem with driving with friends is that you have to stay until everyone wants to go home.
-I feel really bad for the people have to work, and clean up after the idiot high school seniors.
-What is the point of dancing now anyway?
-I mean, congratulations you have survived going to school for 12 consecutive years, now it's time to celebrate? Really, it's not like you have to go back to school in a few months or anything like that...
I'm sorry for all you people who went last night and had a great time and disagree with me, but I don't really care.
I'm so done with caring,
high school,
And people.
-ME
I'm way more prepared for a street fight than a school dance.
Yep, If you saw that awkward blonde girl on the outside not dancing at all. Yep, that was me.
Things I was thinking while I was supposed to be dancing:
-It would be really easy to kill someone here because of these reasons:
1. There are so many red and green moving lasers that nobody would even notice is another one joined them (because there would be a sniper in the corner of the room underneath a table).
2. They wouldn't notice the red dot on their forehead. (because really who notices is one out of 100 red dots is staying in the same place? nobody.)
3. You wouldn't even be able to hear the gunshot (especially if the sniper used a silencer) because of how loud the music was.
4. The victim would fall to the ground and everyone would just assume they were a klutz and fell down.
5. And by the time everyone noticed that they were dead, the sniper would have been long gone.
-that is my messed up assassination plan.
-did any juniors send in pictures of themselves? and if so...did they get edited out?
-I don't belong here.
-I'm so glad I didn't send in a picture of myself.
-I really don't deserve to be here.
-Why did I waste $50 to come here?
-I'm not even having fun.
-How in the world do I remember so many of these people?
-I wish I could dance.
-I only dance in my room, behind closed doors and closed curtains.
-I wish I had driven my own car here.
-The problem with driving with friends is that you have to stay until everyone wants to go home.
-I feel really bad for the people have to work, and clean up after the idiot high school seniors.
-What is the point of dancing now anyway?
-I mean, congratulations you have survived going to school for 12 consecutive years, now it's time to celebrate? Really, it's not like you have to go back to school in a few months or anything like that...
I'm sorry for all you people who went last night and had a great time and disagree with me, but I don't really care.
I'm so done with caring,
high school,
And people.
-ME
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Je ne sais pas
These are just some of the questions that I thought of today:
Who came up with Escalators?
Can your brain actually ever be full?
What would I do in the 8 minutes after the sun exploded?
Why do most idiots think they are cool?
Why are people so mean?
What if poisonous berries aren't really poisonous, it's just that the first guy to try them was allergic to them?
If swimming is such a good exercise then why are whales still fat?
Why are people so afraid of death, when it is always inevitably going to happen, you can't stop it?
Why do when get older we turn back into babies?
Why do we like sweet things?
What is the use of the appendix?
What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Are you a fan of delicious flavor?
Why does the sun drain all your energy?
Why do you remember things better with songs or music?
Why do people who are the most comfortable with each other feel the need to make fun of them the most?
Why is people watching so fun?
I wonder how my friends and I look to other people not in our group?
How long would I actually survive in a zombie apocalypse?
Why do cars always break down at the wrong time?
Why does the library not ever have what you want?
What happened to Blockbuster, wait, I know the answer to that: Netflix!
Why are people so self-conscious?
I saw a mockingbird in the park, what color was the mockingbird?
Have you ever fainted from talking too fast?
I wonder why are people so curious?
Why is school life long periods of boredom punctuated by brief deadlines of panic?
Does everybody make T-rex noises while they are stretching or is that just me?
I don't know what I'm mumbling about.
-Alec Hardison
Who came up with Escalators?
Can your brain actually ever be full?
What would I do in the 8 minutes after the sun exploded?
Why do most idiots think they are cool?
Why are people so mean?
What if poisonous berries aren't really poisonous, it's just that the first guy to try them was allergic to them?
If swimming is such a good exercise then why are whales still fat?
Why are people so afraid of death, when it is always inevitably going to happen, you can't stop it?
Why do when get older we turn back into babies?
Why do we like sweet things?
What is the use of the appendix?
What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Are you a fan of delicious flavor?
Why does the sun drain all your energy?
Why do you remember things better with songs or music?
Why do people who are the most comfortable with each other feel the need to make fun of them the most?
Why is people watching so fun?
I wonder how my friends and I look to other people not in our group?
How long would I actually survive in a zombie apocalypse?
Why do cars always break down at the wrong time?
Why does the library not ever have what you want?
What happened to Blockbuster, wait, I know the answer to that: Netflix!
Why are people so self-conscious?
I saw a mockingbird in the park, what color was the mockingbird?
Have you ever fainted from talking too fast?
I wonder why are people so curious?
Why is school life long periods of boredom punctuated by brief deadlines of panic?
Does everybody make T-rex noises while they are stretching or is that just me?
I don't know what I'm mumbling about.
-Alec Hardison
Sunday, March 23, 2014
my space camp
The first thing I thought of when Nelson said 'space camp' was the first time that I went to space camp in elementary school. When I was 9. (coincidentally)
Except this space camp wasn't about learning to be an astronaut or dreams. It was about the future. The future of space technology and fighting aliens. We all got assigned positions and stations and jobs.
I remember my first mission in 5th grade.
I was the captain, which was really strange because I wasn't the person that was ever known. I was the outcast. 'Outcasts aren't supposed to be the captain.' I didn't think that until many years later, because for me, anything could happen.
They led us into the training area where we got our little blue vests and instructions on the mission we were going to do that day. I was so excited. Our mission was something along the lines of 'try to convince these people to do something and protect these people and free the slaves' (I can't exactly remember how it went.)
We were originally supposed to be on the Odyssey but our crew didn't have enough people. So we were assigned the Phoenix. Which was a smaller ship with only 5 crew members.
they sent us through the 'portal' and then we were trained for our positions.
Since I was the captain and this mission was designed to test us I had this little device where somebody could tell me what to do if I needed help or advice. It was my conscience. And this person through the headphones had an Irish accent and would help me and my crew constantly get out of trouble. We did die a few times from spaceship malfunction and engineer malfunctions (like not being able to back out of the space port and blowing up, or not stopping in time and running into an oncoming friendly spaceship. yep as you can see we were experts at this sort of thing.)
I wish I still had a conscience helping me along every step of the way. (one of the rules of having a conscience be your guide was that you could never refer to it as being there. You couldn't say 'my conscience says that we should probably head north and maybe talk to the pirates.' even if you had a conscience telling you what to do you had to refer to those ideas that were popping into your head as your own.)
I guess that that rule still applies today, probably so people don't assume that you are crazy, but perhaps you are. (have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you a secret: all the best people are.-Alice in Wonderland.)
I remember being so frustrated, I wanted to just complete the mission because it really shouldn't have been that hard.
I remember after we ran out of time going back to school and the disappointment in everybody's eyes.
What would I do if I only had a few months to live, that's easy.
I would go back to space camp.
(I'm not sure I understood the prompt. But then again, I do what I want.)
I wasn't really sure where I was going with this at all. Apparently I wanted to jump around a lot.
-Alec Hardison
Except this space camp wasn't about learning to be an astronaut or dreams. It was about the future. The future of space technology and fighting aliens. We all got assigned positions and stations and jobs.
I remember my first mission in 5th grade.
I was the captain, which was really strange because I wasn't the person that was ever known. I was the outcast. 'Outcasts aren't supposed to be the captain.' I didn't think that until many years later, because for me, anything could happen.
They led us into the training area where we got our little blue vests and instructions on the mission we were going to do that day. I was so excited. Our mission was something along the lines of 'try to convince these people to do something and protect these people and free the slaves' (I can't exactly remember how it went.)
We were originally supposed to be on the Odyssey but our crew didn't have enough people. So we were assigned the Phoenix. Which was a smaller ship with only 5 crew members.
they sent us through the 'portal' and then we were trained for our positions.
Since I was the captain and this mission was designed to test us I had this little device where somebody could tell me what to do if I needed help or advice. It was my conscience. And this person through the headphones had an Irish accent and would help me and my crew constantly get out of trouble. We did die a few times from spaceship malfunction and engineer malfunctions (like not being able to back out of the space port and blowing up, or not stopping in time and running into an oncoming friendly spaceship. yep as you can see we were experts at this sort of thing.)
I wish I still had a conscience helping me along every step of the way. (one of the rules of having a conscience be your guide was that you could never refer to it as being there. You couldn't say 'my conscience says that we should probably head north and maybe talk to the pirates.' even if you had a conscience telling you what to do you had to refer to those ideas that were popping into your head as your own.)
I guess that that rule still applies today, probably so people don't assume that you are crazy, but perhaps you are. (have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you a secret: all the best people are.-Alice in Wonderland.)
I remember being so frustrated, I wanted to just complete the mission because it really shouldn't have been that hard.
I remember after we ran out of time going back to school and the disappointment in everybody's eyes.
What would I do if I only had a few months to live, that's easy.
I would go back to space camp.
(I'm not sure I understood the prompt. But then again, I do what I want.)
I wasn't really sure where I was going with this at all. Apparently I wanted to jump around a lot.
-Alec Hardison
Monday, March 17, 2014
[title goes here]
Dear you,
I don't know what it is exactly about you and your family, they are just comforting.
You guys are enchanting. Your whole house is quiet and peaceful. No yelling or screaming. You asked me if I liked to play Settlers of Catan. I have to say that is one of the most random questions I have ever been asked before. I only stopped by to lend you a book and in turn you gave me someone to talk to, cookies, you listened and you actually looked like you were interested. Your house seems like a safe haven from my chaotic life, you just make me smile. Your eyes just make me want to stay all night and listen to your stories and talk about life with you. I want to know more about you and your struggles but I'm too much of a coward to ask. You make me want to stay and just talk, and talk, and talk until my throat feels raw and parched. But all good things come to an end. I had to leave, because like always, I have stuff to get done. I should have left earlier but the sensation from standing there made me feel alive. You make me feel nervous, and jumpy, and scared, and feel like I'm going to cry all at the same time. I just don't know how to use these wonderful 26 letters to explain what you make me feel like.
Thanks,
(but I don't deserve it).
-Alec Hardison
I don't know what it is exactly about you and your family, they are just comforting.
You guys are enchanting. Your whole house is quiet and peaceful. No yelling or screaming. You asked me if I liked to play Settlers of Catan. I have to say that is one of the most random questions I have ever been asked before. I only stopped by to lend you a book and in turn you gave me someone to talk to, cookies, you listened and you actually looked like you were interested. Your house seems like a safe haven from my chaotic life, you just make me smile. Your eyes just make me want to stay all night and listen to your stories and talk about life with you. I want to know more about you and your struggles but I'm too much of a coward to ask. You make me want to stay and just talk, and talk, and talk until my throat feels raw and parched. But all good things come to an end. I had to leave, because like always, I have stuff to get done. I should have left earlier but the sensation from standing there made me feel alive. You make me feel nervous, and jumpy, and scared, and feel like I'm going to cry all at the same time. I just don't know how to use these wonderful 26 letters to explain what you make me feel like.
Thanks,
(but I don't deserve it).
-Alec Hardison
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Confessions
Truths are always harder to tell than lies. But lies are easier to say.
I have depression (severe)
I have always secretly wanted to go to be the change (but I guess it's too late now)
My right leg shakes when I'm really nervous or scared
I can't scream (I've tried, nothing works, roller coasters, being scared, scary movies..etc. nothing works)
I see the world differently than everybody else.
I hate my name (Alec!!! Get down here!! You have stuff that needs to be done!)
My real name is _____. (Sometimes I wish I would actually tell the world who i am, the other half of me is wondering why I would ever want to do that)
I have always wished that someone would give me a nickname. (I was once on this soccer team and everybody had a nickname...except for me. I was always just me.)
I hate the sound of my voice (when I listen to my voice i wonder how i still have friends)
My parents think I'm suicidal.
I'm too good at keeping secrets (and i feel like it's slowly crushing me like a huge weight i'm holding above my head)
I have problems letting people into my life
My friend has saved me with her caring (she will never know how much she has partially saved me from the darkness)
I have been drowning in darkness
I hate expectations
I hate being wrong
I wish I knew how to pick locks, be a forger, and be a pickpocket or magician
I am afraid of guillotines (as stated before, it's still true, and irrational)
The idea of drowning freaks me out
when I am at school I feel like I am surrounded by idiots.
stupid people in large groups can do amazing things
I'm terrified that I'm going to have to reveal who I really am at the end of this class.
AP Calculus is so freaking hard
I wish I was one of those amazing blogs that everyone always talks about and gets lots of comments (because I don't know why, I need the comments, I need the validation that i'm writing something at least partially good)
I'm very needy (it's almost pathetic)
College stress just makes me want to curl up into a very small ball in the corner and cry myself to sleep
I wish I was different, but different people never fit in.
I'm kind of sick of signing my name at the end of each blog post.
I wish I could just be myself
I'm sorry for this crappy blog post.
I have depression (severe)
I have always secretly wanted to go to be the change (but I guess it's too late now)
My right leg shakes when I'm really nervous or scared
I can't scream (I've tried, nothing works, roller coasters, being scared, scary movies..etc. nothing works)
I see the world differently than everybody else.
I hate my name (Alec!!! Get down here!! You have stuff that needs to be done!)
My real name is _____. (Sometimes I wish I would actually tell the world who i am, the other half of me is wondering why I would ever want to do that)
I have always wished that someone would give me a nickname. (I was once on this soccer team and everybody had a nickname...except for me. I was always just me.)
I hate the sound of my voice (when I listen to my voice i wonder how i still have friends)
My parents think I'm suicidal.
I'm too good at keeping secrets (and i feel like it's slowly crushing me like a huge weight i'm holding above my head)
I have problems letting people into my life
My friend has saved me with her caring (she will never know how much she has partially saved me from the darkness)
I have been drowning in darkness
I hate expectations
I hate being wrong
I wish I knew how to pick locks, be a forger, and be a pickpocket or magician
I am afraid of guillotines (as stated before, it's still true, and irrational)
The idea of drowning freaks me out
when I am at school I feel like I am surrounded by idiots.
stupid people in large groups can do amazing things
I'm terrified that I'm going to have to reveal who I really am at the end of this class.
AP Calculus is so freaking hard
I wish I was one of those amazing blogs that everyone always talks about and gets lots of comments (because I don't know why, I need the comments, I need the validation that i'm writing something at least partially good)
I'm very needy (it's almost pathetic)
College stress just makes me want to curl up into a very small ball in the corner and cry myself to sleep
I wish I was different, but different people never fit in.
I'm kind of sick of signing my name at the end of each blog post.
I wish I could just be myself
I'm sorry for this crappy blog post.
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