Meg Speak

            Matt and I watched The Other Boleyn Girl last night. I still am unsure what to say about this. I think this was the first thing I have ever seen Scarlet Johanson in where she actually acted. It was actually pretty good. Typically she just kind of sucks, but she was decent in this. Up until now I couldn’t peg what she was famous for. She can’t really act, but she is in movies, she cannot sing, but she is putting out a record, and she is considered uber hot, but her nose is not so good. Then I realized it. BOOBS. If boobs = famous, then I’m the next big thing. But really… go watch a movie with her in it (like Match Point) and don’t look at her boobs. It makes a difference. Anyway, she was decent in Boleyn, which was much appreciated as it was 2 hours long.

            On my quest to better myself, I have decided to learn how to cook. *Queue ominous music* Cooking stresses me out! I don’t really know why, but it does. Perhaps it is the need to create seven things simultaneously, but I hate it. I do LOVE to bake though. I’m a cupcake kind of girl and love creating interesting and cute cupcakes. It brings together my love of creation and my need for my house to smell like heaven. That, and I’m not a huge fan of baked goods… unless it comes in a bread form, in which case it is mouth porn. So, I made an effort to cook something yesterday and it turned out quite well. I made pork and pineapple skewers with pineapple brown rice. It was quite yummy, much to my surprise. I even had to make my own marinade! Holy shit. I’m typically a macaroni and cheese from the box kind of girl, so this was an accomplishment. I’m going to try and make something every week. Who knows, maybe I will post pictures! I’m Martha Stewart bitches.

            So, I’m staying at my mom’s house, which is the ‘haunted’ one. I was home alone earlier and I heard knocking on my front door, so I went to inspect. I’m looking out the peephole when I hear the stairs creaking behind me as if someone was walking down them. I turned to look, and no one was there. I scurried back to my room after that.

            Alright, I have to go scope out apartments now for Matt. It will be interesting to see what happens with Matt and me as we are not quite sure if we will live together or not. I dunno… I will keep you updated.

            I’ve been totally MIA lately, and I’m sorry that I suck. So, I was doing summer school and was taking History and Political Science… neither of which are my strong subjects. It was a wicked brutal summer session, but I passed and lived, so that’s good. But, the fun didn’t stop there. We moved and it was also totally brutal. Did you know that moving = lots of fighting? I didn’t, but I do now.

            My parents came down on Thursday to help us out. They had to bring Mel, their adorable dog, down so we couldn’t really go out and do nice dinners or anything. Matt and I grabbed some Chinese food and headed over to my mom’s hotel where we split a bottle of wine and a couple of beers. Then we headed out to a little park with Mel. I had to pee, so I went back to the hotel. I put the card into the slot and it didn’t open. Then I tried again… and again and again. I was becoming more and more desparate and began assaulting the door when it suddenly opened. There stood a guy in his early 30s in the doorway and I saw a baby and wife sitting on the bed. He stood there staring at me expectantly when I realized that I had the wrong room… actually, wrong floor. I whimpered an apology and ran upstairs. Whaddaya know? The key card worked there.

            So, after I got over being an idiot, the four (or five, I suppose) of us went to this place on the pier where they serve a drink called the Mean Tai. It’s like a mai tai but twice as strong. Both of my parents and Matt had that and I got a drink called the Tropical Itch or something like that. All I know is that my mom and I were drunk and annoying and it was fabulous. Oh, also, my drink came with a backscratcher in it. Amazing.

            Saturday we got all packed up. We decided not to rent a Uhaul, so we crammed everything into my car, Matt’s car and my stepdad’s truck. Then we headed up to Sacramento. The ride would have been boring as I was crammed in my car alone, but between my book on tape and the stuff in the passenger seat falling on me periodically, I was quite entertained. You know what is weird? When the guy narrating your book on tape is also in one of your favorite tv shows. And the fact that he doesn’t change his voice very much for any of the characters except for the token black guy, who the narrator gets really into voicing. I was cracking up. You know what else is weird? Narrated sex scenes that involve quadriplegics and a woman who bought a book titled something along the lines of The Broken Lover. I almost peed myself. Anyway, the trip took roughly 7 hours including several stops, but we all made it. I just have to figure out what the hell to do now!