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)
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
Monday, May 12, 2014
the girl who wasn't remembered
I want to be noticed.
I want to be remembered.
The thing is I haven't done anything to remember.
all I've done is be the blonde girl in the corner with the sarcastic attitude.
Nobody remembers me and nobody cares.
I haven't done anything with my life.
I want to be one of those people that everybody looks up to. I wish I was more.
I wish I was better than I am.
I just want to be remembered.
Because nobody can remember my name and what I've done because I haven't done anything.
Life is a waste, my life is a waste.
And nobody's going to remember me for it.
The strange thing is....I can remember all of you guys...I know your names. I've had at least one class with almost all of you. I remember who you are because of your amazing accomplishments and personalities.
I remember who you are.
I know who you are.
But nobody remembers who I am.
But that's fine with me.
Because I really don't deserve it at all...and even if I was remembered it would probably be because of the wrong reasons.
People keep telling me how awesome they think I am and how funny and humorous I can be...or whatever else...
....But I don't see it.
All I see is me.
Someone who hasn't done anything with their life, doesn't know where they are going, and is never going to accomplish anything...
...and I don't want to hear any people saying...'no, you are great and you will accomplish great things'. and all that jazz.....bull crap...I'm never going to accomplish anything in my life.
Because I'm not important and I'm not memorable and I'm never going to be remembered....
-Alec Hardison (ME)
I want to be remembered.
The thing is I haven't done anything to remember.
all I've done is be the blonde girl in the corner with the sarcastic attitude.
Nobody remembers me and nobody cares.
I haven't done anything with my life.
I want to be one of those people that everybody looks up to. I wish I was more.
I wish I was better than I am.
I just want to be remembered.
Because nobody can remember my name and what I've done because I haven't done anything.
Life is a waste, my life is a waste.
And nobody's going to remember me for it.
The strange thing is....I can remember all of you guys...I know your names. I've had at least one class with almost all of you. I remember who you are because of your amazing accomplishments and personalities.
I remember who you are.
I know who you are.
But nobody remembers who I am.
But that's fine with me.
Because I really don't deserve it at all...and even if I was remembered it would probably be because of the wrong reasons.
People keep telling me how awesome they think I am and how funny and humorous I can be...or whatever else...
....But I don't see it.
All I see is me.
Someone who hasn't done anything with their life, doesn't know where they are going, and is never going to accomplish anything...
...and I don't want to hear any people saying...'no, you are great and you will accomplish great things'. and all that jazz.....bull crap...I'm never going to accomplish anything in my life.
Because I'm not important and I'm not memorable and I'm never going to be remembered....
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Sunday, May 11, 2014
I've been thinking....
i remember spilling root-beer all over the carpet in 5th grade.
i remember my best friend telling the teacher on me.
I remember trying to be the fastest runner in elementary school. I remember how I was the second fastest runner after another guy in my class.
i remember when homework was at least slightly enjoyable.
i remember when I thought I had superpowers.
I remember in junior high getting bullied.
I remember I just let it happen because I didn't have any friends.
i remember never getting to eat my lunch.
I remember sneaking into the pantry to eat more food whenever I was hungry.
I remember skipping lunch to just sit in the library and read.
I remember thinking in 6th grade that we would all still be great friends when high school rolled around, not ignore each other.
i remember when school seemed like an eternity and homework a lifetime to do, while the sun was setting.
i remember thinking how working at IKEA and sorting everything would be the greatest job ever.
I remember when my friend group completely changed.
I remember sticking a cricket on my parents and waiting for them to notice.
I remember feeling completely alone.
i remember in 10th grade thinking how suicide was just a stupid and cowardly way to go.
I remember caring about my grades.
i remember laughing with my friend about collecting tears, I would have plenty now, if we actually wanted to try it. I don't know what the experiment would even be about but it would be unusual.
I remember thinking that I would be social in high school and everything would be different.
i remember in 10th grade when I expected the lunches to be at least better. They weren't.
I remember when I actually ate lunch. everyday.
I remember having 6 birds, not 4.
I remember playing sports.
I remember the first time I ever tried a pb&j sandwich.
I remember being violent. And ruining people's lives.
i remember cutting open my finger with a rotary cutter and screaming for my mom.
I remember when I was the shortest of my friends.
i remember thinking how I was going to be a millionaire when I grew up.
I remember life being easier than it is now.
i remember my first job.
i remember hitting the umpire with the bat and getting yelled at by my coach.
I remember my first day of work. I remember the manager and how scary she was. And how right then and there, I wanted to get a new job.
i remember you and the way that we became friends.
I remember too much....but never enough...
i remember. but i don't think that you do...
i remember my best friend telling the teacher on me.
I remember trying to be the fastest runner in elementary school. I remember how I was the second fastest runner after another guy in my class.
i remember when homework was at least slightly enjoyable.
i remember when I thought I had superpowers.
I remember in junior high getting bullied.
I remember I just let it happen because I didn't have any friends.
i remember never getting to eat my lunch.
I remember sneaking into the pantry to eat more food whenever I was hungry.
I remember skipping lunch to just sit in the library and read.
I remember thinking in 6th grade that we would all still be great friends when high school rolled around, not ignore each other.
i remember when school seemed like an eternity and homework a lifetime to do, while the sun was setting.
i remember thinking how working at IKEA and sorting everything would be the greatest job ever.
I remember when my friend group completely changed.
I remember sticking a cricket on my parents and waiting for them to notice.
I remember feeling completely alone.
i remember in 10th grade thinking how suicide was just a stupid and cowardly way to go.
I remember caring about my grades.
i remember laughing with my friend about collecting tears, I would have plenty now, if we actually wanted to try it. I don't know what the experiment would even be about but it would be unusual.
I remember thinking that I would be social in high school and everything would be different.
i remember in 10th grade when I expected the lunches to be at least better. They weren't.
I remember when I actually ate lunch. everyday.
I remember having 6 birds, not 4.
I remember playing sports.
I remember the first time I ever tried a pb&j sandwich.
I remember being violent. And ruining people's lives.
i remember cutting open my finger with a rotary cutter and screaming for my mom.
I remember when I was the shortest of my friends.
i remember thinking how I was going to be a millionaire when I grew up.
I remember life being easier than it is now.
i remember my first job.
i remember hitting the umpire with the bat and getting yelled at by my coach.
I remember my first day of work. I remember the manager and how scary she was. And how right then and there, I wanted to get a new job.
i remember you and the way that we became friends.
I remember too much....but never enough...
i remember. but i don't think that you do...
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Real People
I have learned that you can REALLY get to know somebody
such as their moral character and true self (because everybody can pretend to be better than they are most of the time...)
when you work with them
late at night and somebody is not doing their job.
Here are some possibilities that they could do that would show you who they really are:
(I have worked with people who have actually done all of the things below)
such as their moral character and true self (because everybody can pretend to be better than they are most of the time...)
when you work with them
late at night and somebody is not doing their job.
Here are some possibilities that they could do that would show you who they really are:
(I have worked with people who have actually done all of the things below)
- swear (loudly or quietly)
- scream
- get sarcastic
- get annoying
- start to sing
- be silent and sulking
- cry
- get in a fight (verbal or physical)
- or
- demand that they will be leaving at a certain time
these are just some of the most common things that happen late at night when employees are tired and grumpy and just want to go home.
Black and White letters
Seen Before
showing instability could turn out to be a success along with an argument.
Madness and knowledge end intellectual understanding
-ME
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