BBQ Sauce Perfume.

One good thing about working at a restaurant: I will never drop out of school, so that I never have to work in the food service industry ever again. It is too stressful, I feel like my head is spinning the whole time I'm there. I also can't stand the smell. I constantly smell like pulled pork. Which is gross because I don't even like BBQ food, unless it is from Jack's. Jack's is the best because their sauce does not taste like BBQ sauce, it just tastes awesome, and it's obviously better because the whole restaurant is covered with gator stuff- hello heaven?!

So, I went to a bar/club last night- I would love for someone to explain to me why college night=old creepy guy night. Also, explain to me why making vulgar gestures seems like an effective way of picking up the ladies... Seeing what you can do with your tongue doesn't make me think "Oh my, that man is super delicious, let me leave my friends and let you have your way with me." I figured out I highly dislike dancing with strangers, unless of course it's salsa dancing.. that's totally allowed. There is nothing more awkward then having a man rub his clever parts on you when you don't even know his name... So because of the creep factor we didn't stay long.. which was unfortunate because there was this super fun gay guy dancing his little heart out and I greatly enjoyed watching him.

One more month until my life returns to normal and structured and busy. I can't wait!

The Story Of My Life..

I'm often told my life should be made into a TV show.. I can't understand this. My life is boring, predictable, and monotonous- which I am aware is redundant. Admittedly, I do have minor dramatic issues and my family is crazy, but I think I'm pretty normal. My crazy family has inspired me to want to write a kid series called MOMZILLA AND THE BRAT. Kinda like Beezus and Ramona only with a Captain Underpants twist. I think it'll be awesome. The event that inspired this was:

I was showering... minding my own business... and I hear my mom call from the door. She said "Meagan, come out here for a second you need to see this!" So, I stick my head out to see a strange girl laughing hysterically at me, my mom is laughing, and my uncle who is standing in the hallway is also laughing (I know it sounds like a bad dream.) I then realize that the strange girl is my brother in a lady wig. No joke he looked EXACTLY like a girl. I am not trying to make fun of my brother... he's pretty manly for an 11 year old- I guess. I was seriously frightened. Watching horror movies has taught me bad things happen in the shower and little girls are creepy. And then realizing it was my brother made me frightened that he may have a future in a crossdressing career. My family just thought this situation was hilarious. I'm locking the door from now on....

My summer goals are slow in coming. I am going to the beach tomorrow, I have successfully taken my brother to the library a few times, and started on project Laura. I miss Gainesville and have started a countdown until I am reunited with Gator soil. I think I can make it... as long as I have water and canned soup.